#the demon the hunter and the halfblood

[willowve01]

Modern AU

Not going to lie, I thought about this AU in private for a while before @rozeliyawashereyall helped me gain that confidence to share it with the army. (And the writers more-less)

My personal headcannon of this AU is similar to Demon Slayers ending—where they’re all eventually reborn into a future timeline where everything is better. Still sticking to the sirenverse Al’terra, I made society somewhat the same.

Halfbloods are tolerated much better within this society but there is always that bad apple—like Circe. Roze and I came up with the idea of a sort of Mafia vibe (based off Obi’s Gator Boys 2nd Anniversary art) to the AU, though that’s more of the Founders thing. (Anyone is welcome to join if they wish) All the other bugs live their life as street vendors, performers, journalists, etc.

As for the Founders, they are bounty hunters, modeling as a side-gig. Looking for Circe Fain due to the various crimes she committed; trafficking/man-slaughter/slavery/there’s more. Our Founders just-so-happen to work for The Boys, working to get Bog Boss’s family back.

The Founders: @asmrbrainrot, @rozeliyawashereyall and myself.

[mydearlybeloathed]

OLD MASTERLIST

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. ♡

➼ moodswings

in which the hormones attack. zoro x f!reader, sanji x f!reader, luffy x f!reader

𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 ♡

➼ are you still sad?

luffy had always been more observant than you gave him credit for. f!reader

➼ i remember thinking i had you **

you'd always had a feeling luffy's dreams would outgrow you, but when that day finally arrives, you're not as prepared as you'd thought you'd be. now he's willing to take a chance to make his dream come true, fully believing you're right behind him. you have a decision to make: risk everything for the boy who means everything, or set him free of your doubts. gn!reader, multi part fic, opla!luffy

𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 ♡

➼ flavors of home *

in which even though you've been rescued, you're homesick. a certain pirate chef is more than willing to help cure the ailment. f!reader

➼ we are never getting back together (?) *

in which you, now a successful singer, and sanji, now a pirate, reunite unexpectedly when you return to baratie for a one night only performance. f!reader

𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚 ♡

➼ my sister, my responsibility **

even as you grow older, you'll always be his baby sister.

➼ another birthday down the drain

you would have thought your birthday would keep zeff and sanji from bickering—well, you thought wrong.

𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨 ♡

➼ get some sleep

you just can't get to sleep thanks to a terrible rainstorm terrorizing the ship. luckily, your tossing and turning inspired nami with an idea: just go sleep with the swordsman. f!reader

➼ got me spinning like a ballerina

in which zoro doesn't dance, but he has no issue in watching you twirl yourself off your feet. so long as you twirl back to him when your feet get tired. f!reader

➼ sail again **

once upon a time, you'd weaseled your way into the demon pirate hunter's confidance, and maybe even his heart too. but one bounty gone wrong leads to you being left behind, and you just can't understand why. f!reader, opla

𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. ♡

➼ hindsight * foresight

in which your death brings the heroes of olympus back together, after nearly a decade of fighting. f!reader

➼ a fatal habit

in which nico intends to prove that your habit could kill you. platonic!gn!reader

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 ♡

➼ surprise

in which annabeth has a birthday surprise for percy.

➼ spider slayer

in which mortal!annabeth really doesn’t like spiders, and is lucky to find someone willing to fight them for her.

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ♡

➼ clear sight * 

in which you do some late night investigating in the woods near your house. f!mortal!reader

➼ a loss for words

in which you and jason have a moment alone over the city. gn!reader

➼ a camp halfblood christmas **

in which you thought creating a real life frosty the snowman for estelle blofis, a regular camp visitor. it goes... unexpectedly. f!reader

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♡

➼ goner

in which the castellan that stayed has a hard time at camp. f!castellan!reader

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. ♡

➼ granger danger *

in which hermione’s time turner malfunctions.

𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 ♡

➼ frostbite *

in which sirius better have a very good reason for being late to your date. f!reader

➼ sleepless nights

in which sirius, a year after azkaban, is still suffering from nightmares. gn!reader

➼ sunday mornings *

in which you and sirius have always bonded over what you might just love more than each other: your hair. f!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 ♡

➼ my boyfriend's back

after rejecting a boy in your hometown, he goes around spreading rumors about you and him. luckily, you have full faith in your wizard boyfriend, who just so happens to be coming back form his fancy wizard school in just a few days. gn!muggle!reader

𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 ♡

➼ rainshowers *

in which neteyam is more affectionate than you’re used to. fem!omaticaya!reader

𝐥𝐨'𝐚𝐤 ♡

➼ grounded

in which you have nothing better to do than fix your lover’s hair. fem!omaticaya!reader

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜.

𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚 ♡

➼ dating jim headcanon

➼ the sword on the table **

in which whilst in the depths of the heroes forge armory, you and your friends come across a peculiar sword that has a mind of its own. gn!reader, hinted jim x reader

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♡

➼ the accidental confession

in which those three little words finally slip out steve harrington x f!reader

𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 ♡

➼ an evening out

in which you’re a princess visiting camelot, and both you and arthur are aware that a marriage is likely in the works arthur x princess!reader, wip

𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 ♡

➼ selenophile

in which ondine beck doesn't believe in monsters... until she doesn't have much of a choice. liam dunbar x fem!oc, hiatus

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬 ♡

➼ star boy's lament

in which the more important things could wait till morning. for now, it’s only you and him and the sky. ezra bridger x f!reader

➼ not it!

a simple day on the ghost goes awry as chores are assigned, and the age old law of Not It is enacted. ghost crew x gn!reader

[diamondzoey]

More questions and scenarios for the bug army part 3

1. If the bug army meet demon slayer

All of the bugs were in the swamp and hears a scream and sees jemma being chased by a boy with boar head mask and two swords

Jemma hides in a tree and looks at the boy: why were you Chasing me?!

Inosuke: because you’re a demon!

Jemma: Hey, I’m a half demon!

How would your bug react?

2. Favorite food

3. Scenarios

Halfblood!Jemma who is a bear halfblood: *Looks at the canon bugs and smiles and waves*

4. Bloodmoon Au

Bloodmoon!Jemma: *Dragging a dead hunter body and sees your bug* Oh hey so I just kill this hunter do you want it?, because I was just gonna give it to Marco or Timmy

5. Pirate Au!

All of the bugs were on the boat and hears a another boat and sees a marine Boat coming towards them, what would they do

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[asmrbrainrot]

The Gator Boys & The Moon Witch Ch3~

After a few minutes of flying through the swamp the two whizzed past a faint golden glow, “That’s it!” Timothy shouted, fearing Esther might miss the cabin from which the light came from. The broom came to a screeching halt, before Esther could stop him the gator boy vaulted off of the broom and began running to the cabin as if the demons of Gehenna themselves were on his heels. “Wait up!” The woman hollered following behind him on her broom. The witch gathered her things (including a very shaken Bella) and entered the cabin behind her former aggressor. She was instantly hit with the acrid smell of bile and blood. Swiftly gaining her bearings Esther observed the “Friend” the young man had told her about. Strewn on the cabin floor before her was a huge halfblood gator that appeared to be in his late thirties. The man was tall, very fit and bore deep juniper green scales. Under different circumstances she might be intimidated; however, the once able-bodied gator was a pitiful sight at the moment. His statuesque frame lay shivering in pools of his own sick, his leathery skin glistening with beads of fevered sweat. “Them hunters got’im with a crossbow,” Timothy explained, “It didn’t hit too deep but I think it was tipped!” Esther cautiously approached the larger man inspecting the bandage that wrapped around his left shoulder. “Do you still have it?” She queried, “The arrow I mean.” There was no doubt the man had been poisoned, but Esther would do more harm than good if she didn’t know what exactly was in his system. Not to mention how a halfblood might react to such a poison. “Right here!” The young man affirmed, handing the bloodied projectile to her. “Okay then, go get some clean water and cloth-Oh and put a fire on! I got a feeling we’re gonna do a bit’a potion work tonight.” She ordered pointing to what appeared to be the kitchen adjacent from them. The smaller halfblood immediately sprung into action, gathering the necessaties as Esther prepped her own materials. From her knapsack she withdrew a jar of clear unassuming fluid. A potion of revealing, one of the first lessons she learned in magical healing. Careful not to knick herself, the witch detached the arrowhead from the rest of the arrow, before plopping it into the now opened jar, swishing it around a bit. The once translucent liquid quickly became a cloudy seafoam green. “What’s that mean?” Timmy chimed in, snapping Esther from her focus. Damn, that boy was fast! “Its water hemlock,” Esther explained “makes sense since y’all live in the marsh. The stuff grows all over.” The boy's face turned ashen. “Wait! Like poison hemlock!?” The halfblood gasped, amber eyes widening. “No no nonono!” He mumbled, dropping to his knees. No doubt he had heard the stories that surrounded the deadly herb, most often it affected children tempted by their flowers, or uneducated travelers that mistook them for wild parsnips. The effects were… not pretty. “Don't panic,” Esther commanded placing a comforting hand on the young man’s back “It seems to be in its early stages but we need to work fast if we want to-'' she was cut off by a violent thrashing, followed by a loud crack as an unfortunately placed wooden stool was reduced to splinters by the gator man’s muscular tail. Right, muscle spasms. A low beastial hiss escaped the man, crazed golden eyes scanning the stranger in his home. “It’s okay Bodie, it’s okay! I brought her here to help!” Timothy reassured the larger man to no avail. Only then had it occurred to her just how strong this man was, even in such a weakened state. She also realized how dangerous this could be for her, even the most gentle folks could be violent when in pain. Not to mention water hemlock was known for inducing hallucinations. “He’s not like this usually, honest!” the younger halfblood pleaded, sensing the witch’s hesitation, “Bodie’s just, not in his right mind is all! Please don’t leave!” Did this poor boy really think she was going to abandon them at the first sign of danger?

He couldn’t be more than nineteen and he’d just risked life and limb to get her here, to save someone who clearly was very dear to him. “Trust me son, I’ve seen worse than this,” she reassured, “we just need to be careful. Even peaceful folk do wild things when they're hurting, and by the divines I’m sure he’s hurting.” She began to draw various magical herbs and ingredients from her bag, preparing a makeshift ink from water and charcoal to prepare her glyphs. Now for the hard part; drawing the glyphs. “The potion is simple so I’ll talk you through it,” she instructed, “but I need to get this fever down fast. So I’m gonna use a spell, the thing is: I’ll have to get up close and personal.” Timmy gazed at Bodie, who had already fallen back into a fever induced sleep. “Do what you need to do.” He nodded. Esther grabbed a cloth Timothy had brought and gently brought it to Bodie’s forehead, wiping it down so she could place the glyphs.

She dipped her index finger into the charcoal mixture, praying the man before her would stay still long enough for her to cast the spell. As if on cue he started to stir. “I’m gonna need you to be still for a bit,” she soothed, brushing away the stray bangs that had fallen onto his face, “I won’t bother you for long.” “Mama?” The man croaked, squinting at the women who knelt over him. “Oh honey…” Esther’s heart melted at the gator man’s confabulation. Her stiletto nails combed through the man’s hair as yellow eyes brimming with tears gazed up at her. “Mama? Mama, I’m so sorry!” He hiccuped, hot tears rolling down his face, “I couldn’t save him…” He clearly needed someone right now, and despite her previous trepidations, the woman did her best to offer as much relief as she could. “It’s okay sweetie,” she cooed, “I’m here now, I’m here. I’m gonna help you best I can.”

Suddenly, the man threw an arm around her waist, holding her to his chest. She knew she could escape if she really wanted to, a few good kicks and she’d be free. But look at the poor man! He didn’t want to hurt her! If anything he was looking for comfort, and who was she to deny him. Besides this gave her an opportunity to get close enough to place the glyphs. “Don’t leave Mama…please, not again.” The man whimpered, pulling her into a hug. “Don’t worry honey I won’t.” She crooned, shifting slightly, “I promise I won’t.”

[angelchanisaweeb]

Introduction

Hello!

Salutations, friends, travelers, and all those present.

I'd like to welcome you. My name is Angel. She/He, please.

I'm sure we'll find something here that interests you here.

I'll have a bit about me, (most of) my fandoms, and my personas/self inserts and my fandom and non-fandom ocs.

I do roleplay sometimes. Usually only with friends, but if you're fine with doing short and simple stuff I'm sure we can give it a shot! Please keep in mind that I have a life, and a busy one at that. So, I may not have the most time in the world. And if I don't like roleplaying with you and I don't find it fun I will tell you so (politely) and stop replying. Here are my rules. Also, I don't usually censor and am generally okay with darker topics, but please let me know what you have in mind before we start.

I'm just a silly little fae that loves stories and bats. Hope you have fun! Don't be scared so ask me something or start up a conversation!

Here's my Carrd

There's lots (and I mean lots lol) of info after the cut if you're interested^^

A BIT ABOUT ME

Name: Angel Lovelace (online persona, what I've gone by for years)

Gender and Pronouns: Gender fluid [Formerly Girlflux] | She/He

Sexuality: Omnisexual (or maybe omni-sapphic)

Triggers: None really. Except for people being creepy toward me

Squicks: A specific type of body horror: where you like- get blown up from the inside like a balloon. Idk, I just don't like it.

Favorite animal(s): Cat, bat, snake, fox

Favorite color(s): Purple (2nd is blue, 3rd is black)

Favorite song: (currently) Catch a Falling Star or Cult of Dionysus

I listen to all kinds of stuff, so anything I vibe to. Pop music (from all over the world), classic rock, metal music, folk music (from all different places, not just American country music), opera, jazz, electronic, a little rap, you name it.

Fact: I know a little ASL and a little French

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw | [Harry Potter]

Camp Halfblood Cabin: 20 - Hecate | Percy Jackson

Panem District: District 8 | [Hunger Games]

Divergent Faction: Eurdite | [Divergent]

Genshin Element: Anemo | [Genshin Impact]

Nen Type: Manipulation | [Hunter x Hunter]

Bending Element: Air | [ATLA]

Ability: ??? {TBA} | [BSD]

Breathing Form: ??? {TBA} | [KNY]

Blood Demon Art: Illusions | [KNY]

Quirk/Meta Ability: Sensory Override: User can manipulate senses, and sometimes memories | [MHA/BNHA]

Night Raven College Dorm: Ignihyde (or possibly Pomefiore) | [Twisted Wonderland/TWST]

Unique Magic: ??? | [TWST]

Feel free to ask questions!

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FANDOMS

Aaron's Absurd Armada

Alice in Wonderland

Alice in the County of Hearts

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Babblebrook

Black Bulter

Bungou Stray Dogs (not far far in lol)

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Descendants

Diabolik Lovers

Divergent

Ever After High

Five Night at Freddy's

Genshin Impact

Harry Potter

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Hunter x Hunter

Julie and the Phantoms

Link Click

Lost

Marvel

Maze Runner

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir

Monster High

My Hero Academia

Obey Me!: One Master to Rule Them All

Once Upon a Time

Percy Jackson

Pirates of the Caribbean

Seven Wonders

Sk8 the Infinity

Spy Family

Star Wars

Stranger Things

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

The New Legend of the Monkey King

The Vampire Diaries

Twilight

Twisted Wonderland

(I'm sure I forgot a lot of them and a lot of fandoms I'm not that far into, so I didn't list them. Stuff like Attack on Titan and Haikyuu!!!. But you ask me if I'm in any of your fandoms! And if I remember anymore, I'll update my list.)

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PERSONAS & SELF INSERTS

HARRY POTTER

Name: Angel Lovelace

Blood status: Pureblood

House: Ravenclaw

Birthday: January 10th, 1979

Is American. Transferred from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts in her second year (the Golden Trio's first year)

PERCY JACKSON

Name: Angel Lovelace

Godly parent: Hecate

Fatal flaw: Cowardice

HUNGER GAMES

Name's the same unless said otherwise, k?

District: 8

Usually not a tribute. Usually the niece (or sister or smth) of a victor.

BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES

Capitol citizen. A first year at the University and one of Dr. Gall's assistants. Friends with Tigress and Hilarius Heavensbee.

DEMON SLAYER

Species: Demon

Age: 128 (chronologically), 14 (biologically)

Blood Demon Art: Smth to do with illusions

Was training to be a demon slayer in life, but a demon got her best friend and she kinda lost her faith in them. Never took the test.

DESCENDANTS

AK or VK: VK

Parent: Red Queen (or Queen of Hearts if we're only doing og animated ones)

HAZBIN HOTEL

Sinner or Hellborn: Sinner

Death date: It changes from time to time, but it's either 1888, 1924, or 1986

How they dies: Was suffocated in sleep

HELLUVA BOSS

Species: Imp

Job: Informant and hitman

Affiliation: IMP

BABBLEBROOK

Location: Harrington (I think... the town near the inn)

Job: Librarian

Very good friends with Maybell. Also friends with Mrs. Pippetwhistle, the haberdasher, and Bridgette. Has bats and cats around the library.

MY HERO ACEDEMIA

First - Hero

Age: 15

Class: 1-A or 1-B

Quirk: Sensory Override - Can manipulate senses and sometimes memories

Second - Villain

Age: 19-24

Affiliation: League of Villains, Shie Hassaikai, Paranormal Liberation Front, Poppyseed Circus, among others

Quirk: Sensory Override

Doesn't really commit to anyone one thing or ideology. Just drifts from place to place selling information for entertainment. (Not that kind of entertainment, chill. Think Undertaker from Black Butler, wants jokes and stories. Also likes to play pranks and stuff yk)

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Year: Second year

Dorm: Ignihyde (sometimes a Pomefiore transfer)

Class: 2-E | Seat 18

Unique Magic: "Make a Wish" Basically shows the target illusions. Sometimes puts them to sleep.

Club: Film Studies

DIABOLIK LOVERS

(I've only played the first game and the beginning of the second, so sorry if these are bad. That being said my personas for this are works in progress)

First-

Age: ???

Species: Vampire (possible has demon connections)

Worked in the manor for years as a dresser (made everyone's clothes) and sometimes an advisor of sorts. Admired Cordelia for her beauty. Knew/knows lots of secrets and very fond on manipulation.

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FANDOM & NON-FANDOM OCS

Work in progress, but I kinda have them scattered all around lol

Looking back, they're all so cringy 😭 I d e s p e r a t e l y need to update all of them lol and the stories too because like- ugH

I also have a Toyhouse account that I never use, but I should get around to. Anyways, here's the link.

ANywAys-

I'm crying looking back on my old stuff. Tempted to just delete lol. And I still need to find all my roleplay ocs, the ones I made spefically to rp with. And I still need to do my Twelve Cities stuff. The Twelve Cities is a story I'm working on, if you care.

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WOW! That's a lot of my stuff lol. Anyways, if you made it this far, congrats! Have a cookie 🍪

Well, I hope you have a good time. Come visit me whenever!^^

[writingfromkitchenator]

The Demon, The Hunter, and The Halfblood

Masterlist

Crowley x Original Female Character

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten

Series Warnings: A/B/O series, some Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha x Omega, obligatory smut warning here (as usual, no under 18′s please, specifics will be within chapter warnings as needed), violence, blood, fluff, angst, major character death, possession, swearing

Chapter 11

Chapter warnings: Talks of rut and heat, non-con elements (uncontrolled rut), biting, blood, fingering, brief mention of vaginal sex, suggested rough sex.  Note: Most of this is from their memories.

Words: 3,181

Madelyn paced as agitation curled in her stomach, very aware of Crowley’s gaze on her, as she moved back and forth in their little hide away for exactly these times.  She hated that her heats were getting earlier each time, and while she knew that it was still a few hours off truly hitting, the itch that had been growing in the back of her mind over the last year or so was getting incredibly frustration.

Only, this time, she thought she might have a reason as to why this was happening.  The talks that they’d been having in the bunker having brought the itch to the front of her mind, which is why she’d gotten herself out of there.

She didn’t need them to see her like this.

“Care you share those thoughts darling?”

Madelyn sighed, stopping her pacing and facing Crowley, who she could tell was slightly concerned, but she knew he was going to like this even less.  “I…think I may know why my heat keeps coming early.”

Crowley raised in his eyebrows, a little surprised.  “Oh?”

She held his gaze, her expression serious, which surprised him even more.  “I think I need you to go into rut.”

There was no missing the discomfort that washed over his expression. “Madelyn…”

“I know, Crowley, trust me, I know,” She groaned, looking away from him, her arms wrapping around herself as the itch just seemed to get worse. “But it’s the only thing I can put it down to.  You know as well as I do that an Alpha and Omega relationship, especially a bound pair, need to fill each other’s needs.  I know that ours is far more complicated than that but-”

“Let me stop you there love,” Crowley said quickly.  “We do exactly what we need to.”

“We have a lot of sex,” Madelyn said, looking back at him. “Hell, I’ve certainly never complained, but this is different.  You know it’s different.”

He hid his discomfort well, despite knowing that it was pointless with her.  “The only time that I’ve gone into rut with you, you-”

“Ended up pregnant.”  Madelyn said flatly.  “Bit hard to forget Crowley.”

This time, he did shift uncomfortably.  “Yes, and we discussed it afterwards.  We agreed that it was bad idea.  I’ve kept it well in control for that reason.”

Madelyn folded her arms, her stance no less serious.  She knew what she was asking, she knew what they both went through last time, and she knew that the conversation that followed hadn’t been an easy one.  “You won’t hurt me.”

Crowley held her gaze for a long moment before he stood, shaking his head, going to her.  “No. Absolutely not.  We can…come up with something else.  There’s always more than one solution.”

“Crowley-”

“We can’t discuss this Madelyn,” His jaw clenched.  “I won’t.”

She sighed and stepped to him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her chest pressed to his, knowing full well that he could feel the start of heat approaching quickly.  “Last time was a fluke; it was your first rut in a long time.  This time will be different.  It’s been nowhere near as long, and I’m wanting you to.  I know the risks, I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t, and I know how…how things went the first time, my memory very much matches yours.  If this fixes this though, if this stops my heat coming stupidly early all the time, then it’s going to make our lives a lot easier.”

His hands rested on her waist, sighing heavily.  “And if it goes wrong?  If…if…”

“Then we deal with it again.”  Madelyn held his gaze.  “You can’t deny that things have changed since then.  Things have been changed for a long while.”

Crowley stared at her.  Things had definitely change, he couldn’t deny that.  Things had changed the moment he’d had to rush her to a hospital at seven months pregnant, the doctors telling him that the baby was killing her, and he suddenly had to face the prospect of being alone again, potentially with a child, depending on whether it survived too or not.  He’d spent so long by her bedside, Madelyn in and out of consciousness, her body being supported by who knew how many drugs but…

He just didn’t know if he could change his stance on what had led to that point.

Crowley was agitated more than usual, everything just felt wrong and the demons around him were more annoying than usual.  His clothes felt painfully tight, and it didn't seem to matter how many times he adjusted his collar, it felt like he was constricting his throat.

“Are...you feeling alright sir?”

He glared at the demon, a trickle of sweat beading down his brow, a flush covering his cheeks.  “If I wasn't getting asked stupid questions, I would be.  Don't you have something better to do?”

The demon hurried off, leaving Crowley growling where he stood, just wanting an excuse to pick some sort of fight, his mind working over all the possible reasons as to why, until there was a strange itch in the back of his mind.

It took a few moments before it sunk in to what was happening, then he could only focus on one thing, grabbing his phone.

I need to see you.

I'm busy.

I need to see you Madelyn.  This is serious.

I'm not here to just answer to you.  Go find someone else to annoy.

Madelyn was alone, Crowley didn't need any more confirmation than that, making her roll her eyes from the table where she was seated as he appeared.

“Honestly, can't you take a-" The words stopped on her lips as she stared at him, her posture changing slowly, cautiously, eyes darting to the door for a moment before looking seriously back at him.  “Are you in rut?”

Crowley could feel himself trembling, barely keeping a hold of his control as her scent washed over him, his teeth gritting together. He hated that his thought had been correct.  “Demons...can't...”

“Uh huh,” Madelyn said slowly, getting to her feet, her body tense, ready for fight or flight, unsure of what to make of the Alpha in the room. “Well, that's certainly what it looks and smells like Crowley.  Now, we agreed to be careful about this.  Can you control it?”

A low growl rumbled through his chest, his head shaking before she finished the question.  He knew what they agreed, but that was before this had happened, that was before her scent wasn't practically driving him out of his mind, his body feeling painfully tight the longer he stood there.  “Need you.”

Madelyn licks her lips, feeling her body respond, but choosing to ignore it.  “We agreed this was a bad idea Crowl-"

His feet carried him forward, not bothered when she backed away, quickly trapping her against the wall, his arms either side of her head, fighting for air in his lungs, each breath drawing in more of her.

She stared at him, her heart racing, his eyes jammed shut, trying to hold onto control.  She'd been there, she knew what it was like, and whatever was now happening to him, hadn't happened in a long time.  “Crowley...look at me.”

With great reluctance, he does.

“I want you to take a step back,” She said, her voice quiet and soft, hoping to appeal to his other side.  “And I want you to take a deep breath for me.”

Crowley's hands tense on the wall for a moment, starting to crack the plasterboard underneath, his eyes flashing red for the briefest of moments. “Can smell how ready you are for me Omega.”

Madelyn swallowed thickly, knowing her body was betraying her, but she needed some control back of this situation.  It wasn’t going to end well for either of them if he just took control. “Crowley, please take a step back from me.”

A low growl leaves him, but he complies, taking a step back and drawing in a deep breath, forcing his gaze away from her.

“Good,” Madelyn lets out a steadying sigh.  “Now, can we please just take a moment to process what is happening here?"

“I'm going into rut,” He growled, still keeping his gaze away from her, his hands clenching and unclenching by his side.  “There's not much more to it than that.”

“I know,” She said quietly.  “But just charging in here like a raging bull isn't going to help anyone. Take a breath for me, focus somewhere else for just a moment.”

He knew what she was trying to do and he knew it wasn't going to work, his body practically shaking with need.  This infuriating woman, his Omega that he'd claimed without thinking, a Winchester through and through, and despite everything, he wanted nothing more than just have her as close as possible to him. He needed to just drown himself in her.

Crowley took a long slow breath, but his focus didn't waver from her, her scent filling his lungs, just making it worse.  He knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself much longer.

“Thank you,” Madelyn still watches him closely, her gaze unsure. “Now, before this comes crashing down around us, let's talk."

“About?”

“About how to handle this.”

He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to growl.  He knew how he wanted to handle this.

Madelyn let out a slow breath.  “Can you control it at all?”

“No.”

“That’s…troubling.  If I asked you to sit for me-”

His look cut her off, the hunger gleaming in his eyes and making her swallow thickly, shifting uncomfortably on her feet, her body betraying her.  “Okay, point taken.”

He took a step forward, his control slipping further away from him.  “Need you.”

“Crowley-”

“Now.”

Madelyn’s mind tried to work quickly, but his rut was currently overtaking her senses, leaving her conflicted as the answering call pumped through her blood.  This was dangerous, they were both unprepared for something like this, but she was quickly running out of options to try and stop it.

“We can…we can do…something else…”  She tried to make it believable, tried to convince herself as much as him, but it sounded all too weak.

A growl did leave him this time and a full shiver went through her body.  “I’m not giving you an option here Madelyn.”

She licked her lips subconsciously, trying her best to still hold her ground.  “Crowley-”

Crowley's lips crushed into hers, making her whimper against the intensity of the kiss, his body pressing her flush against the wall, needing the contact.  She shudders against him, the thought of talking gone, hands clinging to him tightly.

A low growl rumbles through his chest, the kiss hungry and dominating, needing her more than anything else he had before.  This wasn't part of the plan, this wasn't meant to be like this, and yet as Madelyn moaned against him, he knew that there was going to be no other way this could be.

He needed her.

A gentle hand on his cheek brought Crowley out of his thoughts, Madelyn’s gaze understanding, making him sigh and rest his forehead against hers.  “Whatever do I do with you?  The last few days have just been an absolute roller coaster and I’m not even sure how to even begin processing this.”

Madelyn sighed softly and rested her head against his chest.  “I know, and I hate asking this of you.  I just can’t deny what the itch is telling me.”

His fingers trailed into her hair, brushing softly through it, making her sigh against him.  He’d always made sure she was well taken care of during her heats, giving her exactly what she needed, he took great satisfaction in doing so.  To put his control on the line, to risk her and go back to just base instincts again, it was going to be hard to do, no matter how much she may need it.

“Come here love,” Crowley said softly, pulling her back to lounge where he’d been sitting before, Madelyn smiling softly and allowing him to pull her into his lap.  “Let me…get comfortable with the idea first, then we can talk some more.”

She nodded, getting comfortable, her arms looping around his neck again, leaning in close.  “I can do that.”

Madelyn kissed him, earning a low hum through his chest, and he slowly settled, pulling her flush against him.  They kept themselves unhurried, unworried, but Crowley couldn’t help but think back again on what had happened.

One of his hands buried into her hair and pulled her head back, breaking the kiss, a sharp gasp leaving her and she draws in a deep lung full of air.  Crowley trails open mouth kisses down her jaw and neck, making her breath catch, working down to his mark.  His teeth scrape over it, a shudder going through her, bearing her throat more, trying to twist in his grip to press closer.

A deep, satisfied purr goes through him, nuzzling into her scent, ignoring her restless squirming.  All he could think about was her and what he needed.  “Mine.”

Madelyn whimpers, completely at his mercy, her body throbbing with need, answering the call of his.  With his proclamation, she submitted entirely, her body flushed as her heart races, heat throbbing low in her stomach.  “Alpha…”

Another purr rumbled through him and his full attention turns to the mark, lapping over it, sucking it and nibbling it, making her whimper and squirm against him.  If she got too restless, he would sink his teeth in a little firmer until she stilled, a whimper caught in her throat.

She was going to have to go his pace and whatever his rut demanded.

As a low growl rumbled through Crowley’s chest, Madelyn pulled back slightly, looking down at him, her eyes flicking between his gaze for a moment.  He looked annoyed that he was giving into it, but her gaze softened, letting out a low chuckle as she nudges her nose with his.

“Let me look after you Alpha,” She whispered against his lips.  “Let me take care of you.”

Crowley half growled, half groaned, keeping her pressed as close as possible to him.  “That’s meant to be my job.”

Madelyn laughed and kissed him softly on the lips, slowly trailing down towards his throat.  “I keep telling you that this works both ways.”

He holds back another noise, growing restless under her, especially when she teases her mark on him, his fingers digging a little into her hips.  She was so infuriatingly stubborn at times, and pretending to be so innocent about it just made it worse.

Still, if anything happened to her…

The growl was the only warning Madelyn got before she was spun and slammed against the wall, Crowley pressing again, her head instinctually tilting, still giving him access to his mark.  He doesn’t hesitate to continue to continue to bite over it, making her whimper, which quickly cut off into a gasp as his hand pressed against her clothed core, slowly rubbing against her, quickly soaking through her pants, making a grumble go through him, pressing his hips closer, slowly starting to grind against her.

Whimpering, Madelyn forces herself to keep still, enduring the steadying press of his fingers against her core, small trembles going through her body as he rubs against her clit.  Her clothes were feeling too confining, too tight, and she wanted nothing more than for both of them to be free of them, to feel skin against skin. Heat beat at her, curled low in her stomach, and in the back of her mind she knew that this was going to start her heat early, that this was going to pull her over the edge of what they’d discussed that was going to be their relationship.

Crowley growled low and his hand slipped into her pants, practically chasing away the last of all rational thought, his fingers quickly slipping through her folds.  His mind was a blur of need, all he could think of was how much he needed her, and feeling how ready she already was, just solidified it all in mind.

“Mine.”

His teeth sunk deep into the mark, making her yelp, a shudder going through her, barely aware as blood soaked her clothes.  A whimpering whine built in her throat, only growing louder as his fingers left her, hooking into the band of her pants ripping them apart, letting them fall, the cool air against her core making her shiver and press back against him.

Crowley growled against her throat, pressing her firmly against the wall, leaving her nowhere to move as he gave his own pants the same treatment.  There was a shake in his hands as he grabbed her hips, his feet forcing her legs apart, slipping himself between them.

Madelyn trembled against him, keeping herself still, her heart hammering in her chest.  Heat pulsed through her body, only growing in intensity as his cock nudged against her folds.

“Alpha…”

Her high pitched moan made his teeth sink in further, a strangled groan caught in his throat, thrusting deeply into her in one motion.

Crowley bit the inside of his cheek hard, drawing blood, Madelyn’s teeth grazing over the mark, drawing him out of memory he’d much prefer to forget.  He could feel her smiling against him, and he knew she was doing all this on purpose.

“We can make it better this time,” She purred against him, knowing all too well what he’d been thinking about.  “I want you too.”

The blood in his mouth was not helping the situation at all, his senses starting to give in to the need of the situation, and as her teeth sunk in just a little harder, he knew he was done for.

As he grabbed her and forced her lips back to his, trapping a moan in her throat, from the need for him and the taste of blood, he had to force down the memories of what had happened. It still hurt him, as it had since he’d realised that he actually did care for her, to think of taking her the way he had, of how much control he did lose.  She’d had no choice but to yield to him and whatever he wanted, and he could still remember all too clearly the bite marks and bruises that he’d left scattered across her skin, many of the bites having broken her skin.

Forcing it all away, he just held her to him, the kiss hungry and slowly drawing out their baser instincts.  She was everything to him, and he finally reasoned with himself that if this was going to help her, then it was worth it.

Crowley’s hips rocked up into her, making Madelyn moan, responding with her own as she breaks the kiss for just a moment.  “That’s it Alpha, I’ve got you.”

He groaned, her lips quickly returning to his, letting it rumble low through his chest.  There was no one else either of them wanted, and although it was far from perfect, it was good enough for them.

[ambarraquel]

Yesterday's Lie [ Rant ⚠️ spoilers ahead ]

Holly molly uff, this is too much to handle

THEY ARE 2! 2 BROTHERS! Philip had A BROTHER!!

This is great news!! Awesome news... the mystery ensues , unfolds, I cannot believe it! And a Wizard showed them the way !! WHO WAS THAT WIZARD?! The Titan? Maybe the Wizard, Bat Queen served as a palisman ?) But I also don't think Belos is Philip. Maybe Philip or his brother settle down in the Boiling Isles and had kids?...

We know that Belos has witch ears, and that he is Hunter's uncle, and that he ( Belos) can't perform magic as well as he has lead everyone else to believe , maybe because he is a halfblood? Aaaargh I have so many questions. But I'm glad we've been told time passes quicker in the Demon Realm than in the Human world.

what you guys think?

[him-e]

I didn't know anything about inuyasha besides that it's a thing that exists, but all your recent posts are enough to make me thirsty for sesshomaru. As long as I'm finished with exams I'm gonna sit down and binge watch this show ;)

Yess!!! Give it a try! Sesshomaru is a major treat but the anime in general is full of exciting stuff shipping wise & kink wise, I mean you have Inuyasha/Kagome which is basically enemies to reluctant allies to friends to lovers, he’s a halfblood dog-demon with reasons to distrust humans and who starts wanting to become a full demon, she is the reincarnation of his first love whom he thinks betrayed and tried to kill him (and who later comes back as a sort of Lady Stoneheart character, only a shadow of what she originally was, almost completely motivated by a desire for vengeance). She has the power to render him harmless any time she wants by yelling “sit boy!” and he’s spell-bound to freeze and fall to the ground. It’s the slowest burn ever---Kagome actually falls for him quite quickly, but she’s torn between noticing his little gestures of affection and agonizing over Inuyasha’s lingering feelings for Kikyo---she thinks she’ll never be able to replace Kikyo in his heart, so there’s a lot of (perceived) unrequited pining on her part. On his part, he is jealous and super protective of her, but also extra awkward and goofy anytime she’s soft with him. Oh and once a month he loses his demonic powers and becomes fully human... and vulnerable, and that’s often when things get interesting between them  ;))

Miroku/Sango is a side pairing with slow burn + banter (she’s a badass demon hunter who lost her entire family to Naraku, he’s a pervy monk with a magical demon-sucking vortex on his hand that he usually keeps covered and which is both his strength and weakness), and then of course there’s the infinite crackships (with various levels of crack-ness) you can form with Sesshomaru etc. (we mentioned Sesshomaru/Kagura, which is great---Kagura is one of the main villain’s emanations/incarnations who slowly starts longing for freedom from her masters, she seeks Sesshomaru’s help, and...)

The anime is very funny and entertaining, at times it goes batshit crazy comedy in classic Rumiko Takahashi style, but there’s strong worldbuilding heavily drawing from Japanese lore, and it often goes really dark---there’s demons, human-monster hybrids, possessions, sexual cravings, zombies, body horror everywhere. If you’re thirsty for sexy monsters you’ll be spoiled for choice. The main villain, Naraku, is a demon who is actually a conglomerate of 100+ smaller demons that the half-dead bandit Onigumo invoked to take possession of his broken, charred body---because he was crazy with lust with Kikyo (who had been tending to his wounds) and wanted to achieve power to make her his. Naraku is a huge spider-like creature but takes several forms throughout the series---he can possess people, create sock puppets of himself, manipulate his body as he wants, generate extra limbs or other demons out of himself (such as Kagura and Kanna) etc. And I mean, in his main incarnation he looks like this, so...

[zomgwee]

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[asharinhun]

List of my current ocs:

- Asharinhun Feralclaw - night elf guardian/balance druid, fc Michiel Huisman - Kielastrasza/Kiela Feralclaw - halfblood(night elf-red dragon) pyromancer, fc Tamsin Egerton - Elyenastrasza/Elyena Feralclaw - halfblood(night elf-red dragon) healer/restoration druid, fc Emma Watson - Ash'Arina Feralclaw - night elf feral druid, fc Natalia Tena - Eoloran Soursea - night elf Highborne arcanist, fc Gary Oldman - Sharyssa Dustshade - nightborne mage, fc Keira Knightley - Serena Brightspring - blood elf archer/hunter, fc Evangeline Lilly - Brigitte Fársaw - kultiran druid, fc Vanessa Morgan - Vaela Moonbreeze - night elf demon hunter, fc Gaia Weiss - Leanna Crowshade - night elf demon hunter, fc Sienna Guillory - Arlyn Zien - kultiran singer/rogue/former tidesage apprentice, fc Amber Heard - Lynesera - green dragon, fc Naomi Scott - Legana Al'Vera - void elf rogue, fc Fabienne Erni - Alanrya Al'Vera - undead blood elf, fc Fabienne Erni - Nevana Al'Vera - blood elf archer/hunter, fc Cara Delevingne - Lyala - dryad, fc Halle Berry - Laz'jea - zandalari troll druid, fc Elizabeth Olsen - Alarastrasza/Alara Feralclaw - red dragon, fc Liv Tyler - deceased - Gerrard 'Bastion' - worgen warrior, fc Devran Taskesen - Dolores ‘Lola’ Hayles - gilnean human, fc Romee Strijd - Zhia - werevamp, fc Emilia Clarke (- Korhien Sunpaw - blood elf hunter, fc Viggo Mortensen) (- Korhil Sunpaw - blood elf warrior, fc Liam Neeson) (- Marcus the Bloodthirsty - human blood deathknight, fc Robert Downey Jr.) (- Niariona/Nia - human-twilight dragon experiment/hybrid, fc Kate Beckinsale - status unknown)

Those in ( )-s are mainly inactive/unavilable unless someone specifically asks for them and the plot catches my interest as well

[shctteredillusions]

At the beginning of their race, there were only two original vampires. Bryony and Dionysus with the first changed (but still Pureblood) being Aristotle. They were a poor family, barely surviving and in 430 BC during the Plague of Athens, both Bryony and Dionysus died. In his grief, Aristotle made a deal with Hades to bring them back to life even with the warnings from Hades that once something is dead, it will never come back the same. He first brought back Bryony before bringing back their son Dionysus. Bryony soon after changed Aristotle herself and though he wasn’t born a vampire, he was still considered a Pureblood.

The only ones who are able to create a Pureblood from their bite are Bryony and Dionysus. A few centuries later, the three began the creation of the clans. Perhaps it was her desire for more power, or maybe it was a way for her to expand her family, either way, she carefully picked out the ones who would become one of them, taking as much time as needed to watch them and learn as much of them as they could. Some people just aren’t capable of handling what they become and she didn’t want any mistakes. During this time, with Bryony focused solely on creating more of their kind and being cold and distant towards her husband, he cheated on her with one of the very vampires she had created. In a fit of rage, she drank them both dry before severing their heads and killing them.

Eventually, they became the clans that you see today. Four families, each assigned their own duties, some chosen for their power rather than their family if they were more suited to something else. The Minori’s are the first line, the clan that rules all the others and known for their more elemental based abilities. The head of all the clans is Akio Minori, though each clan has a next ruler themselves, Akio’s position rules over all of them. He’s the one that makes the laws and makes all the decisions. The remaining of the Minori clan are in charge of the clan's inner workings, the ones who keep things running like the gears inside a clock.

The second clan is the Nishimora’s. Known mostly for their telepathic abilities and excellent combat skills, this is the clan that focuses on enforcing their laws. Some call them the Punishment clan while officially they are called Trackers. They are the ones that hunt down wanted criminals, rogue vampires, anyone who has broken one of their laws or is a risk/enemy to the clans. Depending on the crime, the punishment can vary though, more times than not, the punishment is death. Sometimes that can be carried out on the spot while others the culprit would be captured and taken back to Akio for sentencing.

The third clan is the Yamazaki’s, they have a broad range of abilities and are the only clan that was sired by Dionysus himself, the remaining having been selected by Bryony and some say that it’s because it was Dio and not his mother that most of that clan turned out the way it did. Under the surface, there’s a lot of drama and more family issues than the rest of the clans combined. Even with all that, they are still in charge of the business end of all the clan's work. They find suitable business associates or anyone who might benefit the clans in some way and work out deals to keep them connected and that benefits both sides.

The fourth and final clan is the Kuranagi’s. Known to breed quite a bit of their own fierce warriors and excel in anything that requires stealth, they are called the Concealment clan. They are in charge of keeping their existence hidden from the humans, taking care of any risks of exposure and cleaning up after any messes that were made by their kind. They are actually the only clan that isn’t a disaster under the surface. They’re rather close when it comes to family, organized and they all function together far better than any of the others. Most say that’s because of the next head, Kensei, and his way of running things. The clans have never seen a member as organized, tactical and resourceful as him and his plans always work nor has he ever failed a mission.

When Akio was still young, he had been given an assignment that would set in place the events that would change the clans forever. Back during the time when the Lycanthropes were still at war with the vampires (the wolves were created by Zeus specifically to rid the world of the vampires created by Hades), the current clan leader, Akio’s father, found out about the location of the French Lycan pack (to read more on this go to the lycan muse page). They learned how a vampire, one of their very own, had fallen for a lycan and had fathered an abomination. A half lycan, half vampire, a creature that was never supposed to exist.

Akio took his squad of trackers along with him and killed off nearly the entire village, even to this day very few remains of the French pack, but when he found the halfbreed, he found himself incapable of taking her life. Just a baby at the time, Akio allowed her to live. This baby grew to resent any and all vampires, weaving her web of revenge over the course of several centuries. She went to a witch and had her lycan half sealed away, appearing as nothing more than a halfblood before the clans who took her in and made her a servant. Over time, Akio began to have an affair with her, yet another part to her plan and once she was sure that she had Akio’s heart for herself, she killed off his wife, Himiko.

The only person who knew she was the one who killed her was Akio’s firstborn, Kyoko, and the next head to the clans once Akio stepped down. When she tried to tell her father that it was Rin who killed her mother, no one believed her. She was ridiculed and tormented for her “lies” and cries for attention and the day that her father officially married Rin, Kyoko ran off with the intention of never returning. Her brother Raiden, the only sibling she really grew close to followed her, he still searches for her to this day. Rin eventually gave Akio another daughter, Misaki and has planned to slowly kill off the remaining children so that Misaki herself can eventually take over the clans. Once the Minori children are killed, Rin plans to kill Akio herself, finally finishing off her revenge and having the clans under her control.

When she eventually sends someone to kill off Kyoko, what she didn’t expect was for it to backfire. The demon bounty hunter known as Xavier takes the deal, but when he comes across Kyoko he realizes that all that he was told was nothing but lies and Xavier isn’t the type of hunter who’d kill someone who doesn’t deserve it plus, he was angered by her deceit. He ends up helping Kyoko and the rest of their generation during a rebellion that sprung from them attempted murder of the Minori family, eventually, they will win and Kyoko will take her position as the new head of the clans, ushering them into a new age and a new way of living.

[senatushq]

NAME. Nathan King AGE & BIRTH DATE. 41 & January 11th, 1981 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Halfblooded ( Cambion ) ABILITIES. Lock Manipulation OCCUPATION. Senator & Owner of Compro Oro FACE CLAIM.  Tom Hardy

BIOGRAPHY

( tw: child abuse, neglect, violence, extortion ) Demons make terrible parents. Rosette King carried Nathan to term but didn’t make it through the childbirth, in the years that followed Nathan would come to blame himself. As if the act of coming into this world had been the thing that had taken the woman away from the family. His father, Caliban, was an incubus who’d escaped from the Inferno years prior, he did little to discourage Nathan’s belief and kept the truth of his own involvement from the young boy. In Caliban’s own twisted belief they were equally to blame, while the incubus had stripped her of her soul, it was Nathan’s labor that took the final toll on an ailing body that lived on borrowed time. To him, his father was a marvel - a being of magic that Nathan aspired towards. Even as the man sat slumped in a chair, TV static the only noise punctuating Caliban’s drunken stupor, Nathan wanted to be just like him.

Caliban didn’t work and food was scarce, what Nathan ate he had to get from neighbors' pantries, stores, and whatever he could get his hands on. Protesting wasn’t an option, idle cruelty in the form of neglect was Caliban’s way of toughening up the boy. It could be worse, Caliban would tell him, not pushing it any further. Nathan wasn’t sure how, but in those days he hadn’t yet seen the ferocity of hell, or felt the cruelty of the fires below. He grew up hungry, jealous, and somehow still believing that his father’s respect was something he had to earn, something that he deserved more than anything else. There were families in the area who took pity on him, they saw a skinny, scruffy, bow legged boy and thought that was someone who was worthy of their charity. Nathan would go home in clean clothes and a full stomach and Caliban would mock him for it - a pitiable boy who couldn’t survive without a handout. In his father’s world there were no handouts, no acts of charity, he had to kill to survive and that was what he did until one day hunters came looking for the demon. Witches who planned to exorcize the demon and send him back to the Inferno, Nathan was only nine when he cowered beneath the bed in his father’s room - listening to the incantations and the horrific screams below. Caliban begged and pleaded to be left alone but in the end the witches who’d come looking for him just said no. They’d heard there was a boy on the premises, a halfblood and cambion who would be of use to them. Still young, his powers would not awaken then, but a few short years later.

The family kept him on a short leash under the guise as a charitable organization taking in a wayward orphan. He grew up in a boy’s home, an orphanage of supernaturals who, like him, were subjected to varying tests and experiments. Their education came at the hand of cruel instructors, their hands wrapped every time they spoke or behaved out of turn, medicated to keep their powers dulled. Food came in the form of a glorified pile of gruel and in time Nathan came to learn that they wanted them weak, wanted them feeble, but he’d grown up hungry and in time he hid the pills he was meant to be taking in the back of his cheek and learned the rotations of the staff. Where to go when, how to hide where, these were things his father had taught him, a cruel man who’d prepared him for a cruel world.

By the age of twelve Nathan knew the ins and outs of the home, his powers came as the ability to open doors. A juvenile trait that he would later develop into something much more potent. Opening doors was just the beginning, getting into the pantry was his first step - a hungry child who’d never feel this way again - the medical room and the supplies closet came next. Nathan made friends this way, the dealer, the supplier, the boy who could get people the things they needed - or just the things they wanted.

Good things come to an end, eventually the home cornered him; for years they’d drilled it into him that he was corrupted. That he was broken or wrong and that because of the circumstances surrounding his birth, he was bound for the same pit that his father had crawled out of. Still just a child, they threw him down and aimed to punish his litany of misbehavior, but when he covered his head he conjured the image of his father to mind. Caliban. The man who’d cursed him just by giving him life, he hated all the things he’d been put through, all the things he’d been made to do, and when the beating finally stopped he felt like he might suffocate.

The air had grown hot, burning hot, every breath felt like it would sear his lungs and burn him alive from the inside out. Bloodshot eyes opened to see his father’s drowning face, reaching for him through the Stygian Marsh. Nathan screamed and scrambled back as he bumped into a tree and rested there for a moment - only to feel the bark of the tree begin to close around him as a mournful and depressed moan called out to him from within. Blood stained the earth, the sky was a dark cacophony of anguish as all manner of creatures swarmed above, their eyes not yet turned towards him. The living were not meant for the Inferno but Nathan didn’t understand how he’d gotten here, the air choked his lungs as he felt himself crumble to the ground, a hand over his chest as he tried to remember how he’d gotten here. Each second that passed brought him closer to death and in what was nearly his final moment he remembered the kindness of strangers, a warm bed, a hot meal, a clean pair of clothes.

When he awoke it was to his neighbor dragging a cloth over his forehead, back then she’d treated him the way a child ought to be - with kindness, love, and compassion. Marie Nesbitt had no children of her own, her husband had died of an unnamed sickness before Nathan was born, but she was good to him. She disapproved of Caliban’s drinking, of the men and women who went through the home - never to be seen again. But most of all she had watched that day, through her window, when hunters had torn his already broken life apart. She didn’t ask where he’d been, or if he wanted to go back, instead Marie made him breakfast that following morning, then dinner that night. She went to the store and picked him up a few changes of clothes, then some more. One day turned into seven, turned into a month, then a year. For Christmas she got him a football and paid his way to join the local league, he told her how he wanted to play in Manchester United and she told him if he worked hard enough he could do anything.

Nathan couldn’t remember when he started calling her mom, but it happened naturally, sometime after a good report card he waved it happily and said that he loved her. He didn’t tell her that he had magic, but she knew enough about his life to know that there was something different about him. At night Nathan would practice moving things with his mind, opening and closing doors in his room and sending things through with nothing but the power of his will and the inherent magic that flowed through him.

Nathan moved out shortly after his eighteenth, college was never on the table for him, but he wanted to see more of the world, and more of what he could do. Money came easily to him, a little pressure on an ATM and suddenly the thing was spewing out wads of cash, a different kind of press onto someone’s mind and they’d blurt out their social security number. When a witch came for him he realized that he could send them away, banishing them with a flick of his wrist. Nothing was as useful though as his ability to travel through the Otherworld, opening up a door in one place and using the complicated network to appear in another. The catch was he needed to know where he was going, his experience in the Inferno taught him that.

With an ax to grind, Nathan found himself in Rome while he was in his mid-twenties. By then he’d started to make a name for himself in the Underworld as someone who could get into places that others couldn’t. A thief. The covens of Rome had some of the oldest vaults in the world, with artifacts stockpiled for generations, and at least one interested party wanted what they were hiding. In those days the Dahlia’s sovereign was a tyrant and the job was a dangerous one; Nathan spent months watching the place and the people who came and went, falling quickly into an easy conversation with one of the witches, Abel Czarlinski.

Abel had been taken in by the coven, saved by it, he owed them his life and was the sort of loyalist that wasn’t easy to crack. But he was deep without meaning to be, thoughtful without trying, sometime between shooting rounds of pool and yelling over a football game Nathan fell for him. There had been men before, women too, but Nathan’s dating history was a stream of one-night stands and people he hardly remembered after a few weeks. Abel was different. He knew something of what it was to get beaten down by a world that was desperate to unmake you.

Just as Nathan had always planned, Abel came to trust him, he opened the door to him and the cambion made quick work of surveying everything that he needed to know. The length of the halls, the nearest exit, the best window. Covens were private, but Abel’s room was his space, and it was there that Nathan told him that they should just leave Rome entirely. Leave the coven with the reputation for bloodshed and hitting the road instead, Nathan was hopeful, but Abel refused. So when Nathan left that night he made a plan to meet across town, one last drink before Nathan hit the road, but he never showed up. Instead the cambion was in Dahlia’s reliquary, pilfering what he had been contracted to do before vanishing without a trace. The Thief had struck and their reputation in Rome spread.

Nathan left Rome but never met up with his contact, instead he kept the object, a memento of the witch he’d have been willing to go straight for; Nathan made him question not only what else he could do, but what else he should do. His father was a bastard, but he’d been right to try and prepare the cambion for a world that was out to destroy him. The Inferno was not meant for the living, his last experience taught him as much, but he’d been young then, naive to the breadth of his unlocking magic and when he next stepped foot inside the pit it was to open a door so his father, Caliban, could leave. Not the first mortal to step foot in the Inferno, Nathan was one of the few to do so and live, The Thief had once again struck, spreading his reputation amongst demons in the process.

Word of Nathan’s ability to get in and out of places that were magically sealed or protected traveled through the supernatural world, a Thief of unknown bloodline or origin who could get in just about anywhere. He worked for vampires, for witches, for lycans, for druids, for spirits, for anyone with the money to pay the cambion’s steep fees. Along the way he fell into step with at least one individual, someone who acted as the middleman for him, one of the closest things to a friend Nathan had at the time. Because of the other, Nathan never had to meet a client in person, The Thief was his title, a moniker that was well deserved and his identity was kept safe.

Nathan’s reputation brought him to Titania’s reliquary, to the vaults of the wealthy, to the homes of the well protected. Few could understand how it would happen, how their wards were bypassed, how their locks were seemingly untampered with. But with every successful joh his reputation spread, as did the list of interested parties who’d see him punished for his extensive crimes. Nathan’s fault came at a request to liberate an artifact that had been pilfered by human hunters, to steal away into their repository and return an object to a family of witches that had been wronged. The job was a trap, ensnared by the Eye of Rome, the cambion was captured and his magic restrained just as it had been in his youth. Unlike most halfbloods, Nathan wasn’t thrown into a cell, he was given a choice - work for them - or be turned over to the mercy of the many individuals he’d stolen from: witches, vampires, demons, Titania. Nathan chose his own hide, and in Rome he remained.

PERSONALITY

+ honorable, charming, responsive – disorderly, cautious, faithless

PLAYED BY SHANE. EST. He/Him.

[novasgachalife]

Near the park's fountain.

We're ever so slowly going into good terms. We didn't plan to meet there, we just so happen to be there.

Then came my other friend from the party named Michael. Michael came from the School for Full and Halfbloods, so think angels, werewolves, hybrids, all that cool stuff! Ace doesn't count as one because his demon-angel form is just part of his powers, he doesn't like showing his human form much.

I kinda forgot that Michael wanted to meet me by the fountain. Hunter was sleeping on the bench while Bunbun stayed a few miles away because Michael always expected whoever I bring to be strong. Scott doesn't really have powers, just some skill with weaponry. And I just found out right after that Scott came from the School of royalties.

He wasn't badly injured, thankfully.

How me and Michael met in the party was that he saw me and Lisa duel and called me over. He was the male wolf alpha in his school, one of the strongest! You can tell by the white ribbons on his ears. He also reminded me that another event will happen, which involves the strongest of pupils in each school to fight and be crowned the champion.

So my friends will also join this event, so I figured "Why not?", it could be fun!

[corvid-knight]

Demon Eyes - chapter 1

In which Dave goes in to kill a demon for his bro, and things...don't exactly go as planned. Really, absolutely nothing goes as planned, but that's...somehow okay. Mostly. 

multi-chapter fic; the tag for it on this blog is "demon eyes." 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13740258/chapters/31571496

Your name is Dave Strider, and you're going to fucking die.

There's a demon somewhere in the building, your bro said. He grinned at you, and you didn't flinch even though the look on his face made you feel like he was about to take a swing at you. You're gonna go in and kill it. Or, y'know, not. Maybe. It's up to you, lil' man.

What about you? you asked him. Never mind that questions usually earn you bruises or worse. You didn't want to walk into that damn place. It was abandoned, c'mon, if there's a demon here it's not hurting anyone, there's a couple hundred demons that're actual threats...

I'll be keeping an eye on you, he said. Too quiet. Like he was covering up a laugh, like this whole thing was funny. Gotta see if my lil' bro can handle a solo job, right?

...yeah. Fine. See you in a while, then.

And you checked that your weapons were where they should be, and you walked in. Now? Now you're screwed.

There's something in here, yeah, but you don't have a damn clue where it is. Or what it is, really—Bro called it a demon, but he's used that word for all kinds of things you two have had to kill: vampires, shapeshifters, halfblood fae, actual true demons...

This isn't helping.

"I fucking hate this stupid dark shit..." you mumble, trying to keep your back to a wall. Not that you know where the wall is. For all you know, you're backed up against a door and the thing's about to yank it open and rip you apart.

"That makes two of us," someone says. Not your bro.

Fuck.

You grab for your sword, decide that the demon's probably out of range for that, and pull the gun that you absolutely hate using instead. It won't even kill most demons (or other supernatural creatures) but it'll make the actual kill a hell of a lot easier.

"I see you, asshole," you growl, aiming in the approximate direction of the voice. (You do not, in fact, see him. You can't see anything. Damn.)

"Really?" Great, now he sounds like he's laughing at you. Understandable, since now that he's talking again you can tell that you're pointing your weapon the wrong fucking way. "Good for you, but—"

You reorient and pull the trigger.

He's still talking when the ringing in your ears dies down a little. "—so either you don't actually want to blow a fucking hole in me or you were lying before. That, or I'm a lucky fucker."

Wait. He knows where you are now, he had to have seen the muzzle flash even if he can't see in the dark. Oh, fuck. You need to move—

You have enough time to think that. Then someone grabs your wrist and twists hard enough that you're almost sure bones snap, snatching the gun away.

So fucking embarrassing, you think. Shot with my own weapon. Bro won't even bother claiming my fucking body—

Then you hear the distinct sound of a firearm clattering to the floor, and there's two hands on you instead of one. He doesn't even try to go for your blades, though—just puts more pressure on your already-sore wrist and pulls, one leg sweeping your feet out from under you.

The back of your head hits the concrete floor as the demon's knees drive down onto your chest. Concussion. Cracked ribs. God, but you hate that you can catalogue this shit.

"Get off—" you hiss as soon as you can gasp in a shallow breath.

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up." Claws dig into your throat (shit shit shit please no) and are gone almost immediately, leaving a sting of bright red pain there. You're bleeding, but not much. Not yet. "What the fuck are you supposed to be—bait? Food?"

Fuck. "I'm your fucking death, asshole." You spit the words out to cover up the fact that you're fucking terrified right now.

He laughs. A hand dips into your pockets, hunting through them as you squirm and try unsuccessfully to buck him off. "Fucking hunters. You're all overdramatic pieces of shit, you know that?" He finds what he's looking for and sits back just a little, all of his weight still on you, but on your stomach instead of your chest.

When the flashlight clicks on you yelp and squeeze your eyes shut. It's too fucking bright—the only impression you get of the guy holding you down is a flash of pale skin and enormous red and black eyes.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he says, very softly. "You are bait. You're a fucking kid, what the hell?"

"Shut up!" He's got one of your hands pinned down; you swing at him blindly with the other one. Even with your eyes closed you see the flashlight swing and spin as he drops it to catch your wrist. "I've killed you fuckers before, asshole, I'm not—"

He squeezes your wrist. It's the one that he may or may not have broken already, and you stop talking and struggle to hold back a scream.

"You have, haven't you?" He just sounds curious, and you risk opening your eyes again.

Again, you're drawn to his fucking eyes. They're round and surprised, dark pupils huge enough to swallow up normal irises. Not that his are normal—as far as you can tell, he doesn't have sclera, just shifting shades of brighter and darker red.

"Huh." He tilts his head slightly, not enough to break eye contact. "You're too fucking innocent for this shit."

"Fuck you." It's a whisper. You're not even sure you're the one talking.

"Get yourself a fucking incubus if that's what you want."

"Get off me." C'mon, Dave, put some force behind that. Don't just ask him politely; that won't do a damn thing.

"That won't get me out of this shithole, now will it?" The demon shakes his head, claws tracing along your neck again.

Wait. That means he's not holding me—

"No, I'm not holding you. You still won't hit me." He sounds so fucking confident, and even though he's running his fingers across the scratches he already made, he's right. He's fucking right. You can't hit him. You can't fucking move. "I'm not about to kill you, believe it or not."

"Get off me."

"You sound like a fucking broken record."

"My brother's going to take you apart, asshole."

He blinks at that, and you feel whatever's holding you back from trying to hurt him flicker for a second. Just a second, though—not enough to do anything about it. "Your brother." Coming from him, the word sounds like a curse. "So he's the one who set this shit up."

"He didn't set anything up."

"You don't know anything."

"What?" The flashlight's a little bit away from your hand; you reach out and grab it, aiming it up at his face. Maybe you want him to flinch. That doesn't happen; all he does is blink again and reach up to shade his eyes for a moment as his pupils shrink down.

He's cute, you think. Those eyes are strange but pretty, and his face is the perfect shape to frame them, with curly red hair that goes so fucking well with that pale skin. He called you a kid, but he doesn't look older than around seventeen himself. Then you think, fuck, what's wrong with me?

"I mean, I don't know if it's something wrong with you, but I can think of a couple wrong things here." He shifts to kneel straddling your stomach, rather than keep his weight on you, and you can't help but sigh in relief.

Which is blotted out by anger as you realize that he's just responded to something you didn't say again. "Get the fuck out of my head!"

"You're the one in my head, fuckass—you quit talking and I'll stop eavesdropping." The demon punctuates the sentence with a long, low snarl, and you have to force yourself to not flinch back. "Listen."

"No, fuck you—"

"Listen to me." The words have an echo, one that you don't hear with your ears. "I don't want to kill you."

"Yeah, right."

"Your fucking brother knocked me out and trapped me here. If I had a fucking choice, I'd be somewhere where you stupid ass-headed hunters can't pin anything on me." He touches your face, this time, and you can see that his nails are just that—not claws, just long-ish nails. You've seen women with more dangerous-looking manicures. "But no, you've got a brother who's the darkest motherfucker I've ever tasted, who decided he had to round me up like a fucking animal, send you in here to get killed—"

"That's not what he's doing!" Okay, now you can shout at him. Drown out what he's saying, even though some part of you is nodding in agreement. "I'm supposed to kill you, he sent me in here to kill you, it's—it's..."

He leans forward and lays a warm finger across your lips. "Shush. You'll have him in here if you scream like that."

"Good. Let him kill you." And probably beat me half to death for ending up in this fucking position.

"Wow, so you're willing to let him hurt you just as long as I die."

"Stop doing that!"

"Can't help it." The demon shrugs; his eyes narrow as he leans down to put his face even nearer yours. "Do you want to kill me?" His teeth are even whiter than his skin, sharp and too fucking close to your throat right now. "I haven't hurt you. I'm not interested in hurting you. I just want someone to break the circle around this place and let me leave."

Because you're a fucking coward, you close your eyes. "There's no goddamn circle."

"Oh, there is. Lucky humans just can't see it." Both of his hands are on your chest now, pressing down lightly enough that it doesn't hurt. "This entire place smells like him—corrupt, evil; I can fucking taste how much he wants to hurt us."

"You. He wants to hurt you."

"Both of us," he says again, and laughs. There's a bitter note in it. "Your blood remembers hundreds of times it escaped your body because of something he did. He wants me to die, but he wants you to be hurt."

Fuck.

"I found a nerve, didn't I?" He brushes his fingertips across your cheek again, but this time you snap the hand that's not holding the flashlight up and grab his wrist.

"Shut up." When you open your eyes, he doesn't look as scared as you expect. Curious, maybe. "You don't know him. You don't know me. You don't know anything—"

"Shush." His free hand traces up your ribs, and you flinch, but you find that you can't bring yourself to strike him. Those fucking eyes, you think, and he nods. "Mhm. There's a reason they're the windows to the soul; everybody knows that, right? But here. How deep was the cut? Was this the one he sewed up, to show you how to give yourself stitches, or did you do it?"

"I fucking hate you." You're lying. The demon's voice is too soft and sympathetic for you to actually hate him. Plus...he's right. He can't possibly know about training sessions and killing lessons that your brother's been putting you through almost since you were old enough to walk, but he does know. "You're wrong."

His eyes change. The red nuances shift in a pattern that you instinctively recognise as sorrow. "He'll kill you. Or he'll keep you like some kind of fucking beast, just so he can keep getting off on having you hurt and scared."

He doesn't scare me, you mean to say. Or, He doesn't hurt me.

Something else completely comes out, in a tone rough enough that you can barely recognise your own voice. "So I fucking hope for the former and expect the latter. It's not rocket science."

...shit, I didn't say that. No. Not out loud. Not to a demon.

"You did say it." His lips curve up in a smile that's not reflected in his eyes. "Say something else."

"...what?"

"It's simple." He leans down further, pressing his face into the side of your neck. You can feel sharp teeth brush against your skin as he whispers, but he doesn't draw blood. "Ask for my help. 'Help me.' Just say that. Let me take the fucker down, okay?"

No. I can't. That's a demon. He's a hunter, he's my goddamn brother—

But he's still murmuring in your ear, reminding you of your whole fucking life as his hands run across your torso and trace the crisscross of scars that he can't possibly see through your shirt. So fucking many scars, and yeah, some of them are from fights with demons or what he calls demons, but the rest?

Your brother's been hurting you in the name of keeping you alive for damn near your whole life. I hope for the former, you said a minute ago—and that's true, isn't it? You want Bro to kill you. You want this shit to be over.

There's something warm and faintly salty on your lips. Not blood. Worse. Tears.

Such a pathetic admission of weakness. He'd kill you for that.

"Help me," you whisper, and close your eyes.

The demon laughs in your ear, breath hot against your skin, and pulls back. His full weight slams down onto your chest again, and you gasp in shock. You only get one breath in, though, because then his hands are closing around your throat, claws digging in and drawing blood. "Oh, you fucking weak bitch..."

"No—"

Hey. Calm down. Trust me, hunter, I do have a fucking plan.

His voice is in your head, soothing and gentle and completely at odds with the gleeful snarl on his face as he strangles you with one hand and rips bloody lines in your shirt with the other. Except...

You've been choked out before, and he's not doing that. It might look like he's killing you, but really? It's a little pain, a little bit hard to breathe, but every fucking sparring match with Bro takes you closer to death than this does.

Yeah. You gotta bleed for this to have a chance, but I'll fix it later. Assuming it works. Now I need you to scream for your fucking brother.

He'll kill you. You don't say it out loud, but the demon grins wider, shaking his head slightly.

Other way around, he tells you, and takes his hand off your throat, grabbing a handful of your hair. Scream.

And when he slams your head against the floor, you do. It's a hoarse, weak sound—you still kind of can't breathe, he's left bruises on your neck—but your second cry is louder, recognisable as a call for your brother. The demon's clawing at your chest and there's blood on his hands, he leans down and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, and you fucking howl.

Bro doesn't come.

The demon keeps hurting you, carving patterns into the lattice of old scars that cover your chest, and you struggle but you can't throw him off. You bite your tongue and taste blood, when he slams your head against the floor again and you keep screaming. His hand closes around your throat and you try to scream, you try so fucking hard—

There is the distinct and familiar sound of something solid impacting something alive, and the demon's weight leaves your chest. You have approximately two seconds to sob in a breath; then your brother's hauling you to your feet, tossing the tire iron he just decked the demon with to the floor.

"Fucking idiot!" Before you can look up at him, his fist hits your chest, right where the demon bit you. You barely manage to swallow your cry of pain. "Can't do any-fucking-thing right, can you, Dave! Can you?"

It's a question, but your throat hurts too much to answer it even when he grabs your shoulders and gives you a rough shake. You shake your head, though.

That earns you another punch, this one to your face. Something crunches in your nose—maybe he's broken it, maybe not, but there's blood running down your face now. You can feel it and taste it.

"Let that fucking thing get on top of you? Let it win?" He shakes you again, and this time you can't hold back the sound you make. "Fucking weak bitch—you're no Strider, are you? Are you?"

"Bro, please—" you manage, and this time he backhands you and something definitely just broke in your face. Oh, god.

"Shut the fuck up, lil' man, I just saved your fucking life and you—"

He stops talking, and you automatically close your eyes against the expected blow.

When it doesn't come, you open them again.

Your brother isn't even looking at you anymore. No, he's looking down, past where he's gripping your shoulders.

You look down too, and immediately step back. There's six inches of bloody blade sticking out of his chest—your sword, your fucking sword, he'd never touch the European-style shortsword you favor, he only uses his goddamn pretentious katana and that's not...that's not...

When you step away he sways and collapses, and the demon wrenches the blade out of your brother's back. He looks so much less human now—his skin's pure marble white, red hair darker, closer to the color of blood, with short horns poking out of it. He tosses your sword aside, giving you a quick glance with eyes that burn with fiery light and a fanged smile, then falls to his knees and drags your brother half-upright.

I don't want to see this, you think.

Still, you don't move until the demon bows his head and rips out Bro's throat with his teeth. You see the spray of blood, you see white bone shining through the red, and then you spin away and immediately trip over your own feet.

Thank god that you catch yourself and end up on hands and knees, because you're retching even on the way down, and the sounds of tearing flesh from behind you are more than enough to ruin any chance you have of getting yourself under control. Everything in your stomach seems to come up at once—except that can't be right, because it doesn't stop. You see your brother, you taste the blood in your mouth, and you keep throwing up.

At some point, your arms give out.

You don't fall into your mess, though. Someone's holding you up. He's holding you up. The demon.

Are you going to kill me? you wonder. Somehow you can't bring yourself to care much. That can't be worse than puking your guts out, can it?

"No, Dave," he murmurs in your ear, and you're scared as hell for a second before you remember that Bro used your name, before—fuck, please don't think about that, I don't want to see. "I won't kill you. I told you I wouldn't. I don't lie."

"He's dead." Damn, but you sound awful.

"Yeah. Fucker's dead." The demon loosens his grip on you for a second, quickly tightening it again when you almost fall. "We should go."

"Body. His body."

"There isn't one. We need to go, Dave; I don't fucking like it here."

We. He keeps saying that.

"I can carry you—"

God, you want him to carry you, you really do. But you shake your head and make a decent effort to stand up. "Nah. I got it. Grab my sword? And the light?"

You feel him nod, more than you see it, and he lets go of you again. Once he's not touching you, you raise one hand to wipe at your face, almost sobbing when you accidentally touch your nose. Yeah, he broke it. And you'll have some messy bruises tomorrow, too; only the ones from the demon are where you can cover them up.

He slides your sword back into the sheath on your hip while you're still checking your face; the movement's so subtle that you're not surprised you didn't notice him taking it in the first place. "It's clean."

"Thanks." As he pulls your arm over his shoulder, it occurs to you that you still haven't asked one of the most basic questions. "Hey, man."

"Mm?" He adjust the flashlight in his free hand so you can see his face. He looks human again—or at least as human as he did before. There's a rising bruise across one temple, but not a drop of blood on him. "What?"

"I don't know your name."

"Oh." And the demon smiles. "Vantas. Karkat Vantas."

"Dave Strider." Your smile back feels really fucking shaky, but at least you're trying. "You killed my brother. I, uh. I owe you." So fucking much.

Don't worry, we'll work that out, he says without saying anything. Then, "Worry about that later—I'm planning on hanging around you for a while. Let's get the fuck out of this shithole."

"Yeah. Let's go break that fucking circle."

And you lean on him, and he takes your weight like it's nothing and steers you towards what you assume is the exit. You trust him to get both of you out of here.

Which is...weird as hell. But fuck it. He's a demon and you trust him anyway. After all, he helped you. You owe him.

...and surprisingly, you're okay with that.

[writingfromkitchenator]

The Demon, The Hunter, and The Halfblood

Masterlist

Crowley x Original Female Character

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine

Series Warnings: A/B/O series, some Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha x Omega, obligatory smut warning here (as usual, no under 18′s please, specifics will be within chapter warnings as needed), violence, blood, fluff, angst, major character death, possession, swearing

Chapter 10

Words: 2,802

“So this is where they hang out now?”  Madelyn asked as they appeared in the bunker, looking around, her gaze quickly drawn to the stacks of book shelves and weapons.  “They have all this and they still get stuck?”

Crowley chuckled, not missing the look of curiosity in her eyes. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to go through some of them love, although, I would recommend not around Casey.”

Madelyn shot him a look before rolling her eyes.  “Come on, let’s get this fixed up so we can make sure she’s safe from everything out there first.”

He smirked after her, watching as she paused before looking back at him.  “Are you just going to stand there and watch me make an idiot out of myself?”

Crowley laughed, going to her and kissing her lightly on the cheek.  “Isn’t that what you normally do?”

“Watch it mister,” Madelyn said, following after him, smiling. “We’re alone here.  I can do to you as I please.”

“That isn’t exactly a warning.”

“Try me, dear, I promise I can still surprise you.”

“I would never doubt otherwise.”

It took a little time but eventually Crowley went looking for Madelyn, done with his wards and couldn’t help but smile when he found her seated, her head in a book, looking like she was taking it far too seriously.  He leaned against the doorway, watching her for a long moment.  He’d never admit it, but it was seeing her in quiet moments like this that he could never get enough of.

Sadly, he knew he couldn’t linger too long, knowing that Casey was at stake.

“Of all the books you’ve accessed to over the last few years,” He said, walking over to her and ignoring her eye roll.  “You choose these ones to sit down and start reading?”

“Well, considering these ones I can actually read,” Madelyn said, turning the page.  “And aren’t in Enochian or whatever other languages your books are in.  Have they really not taken a lot of time to read these?”

Crowley shrugged.  “With the way those two work?  I doubt it.”

Madelyn hummed before thinking for a moment, a slight worry creasing her brow.  “We have to keep Casey away from these.  She’s not ready for anything like this yet.”

“Obviously,” He said, joining her and tugging the book out of her hands.  “Although, I keep telling you, you aren’t going to be able to stop her curiosity forever, especially when she knows what I am, and Castiel.”

She sighed, watching as he put the book down.  “And the demons that got her the other day, and my own set of unique abilities and-” Madelyn rubbed her forehead.  “Too much to think about.”

Crowley held out his hand and Madelyn took it, letting him pull her to feet, quickly pulling her into his arms.  “Stop worrying so much love.”

Madelyn scoffed a little.  “And you aren’t?”

He grinned.  “Not in a way that I’m letting it show.”

She laughed and he kissed her, making her sigh and lean into him.

“Feeling the effects already are we?”  He said against her lips.  “Your brothers are going to love that.”

“Don’t care.”  Madelyn pulled him in for a firmer kiss, and he let her stay for as long as she needed to.

When she did pull away with a slightly frustrated sigh, she shook her head.  “Come on, let’s go get her, we can get Cas to check our warding over.”

“Don’t you trust us?”

“You know I like another set of eyes going over it.”

Casey was more than ready to go when they returned and Crowley quickly took her, disappearing with Castiel, leaving Madelyn with Sam, Dean and Bobby, Dean still not looking overly impressed about the situation but he seemed to know better than to say anything.

Madelyn took a seat.  “So, I know we still have a lot to go over, but are you going to tell me anything about your problem Dean?”

“I don’t have a problem.”  Dean grumbled, avoiding her gaze.

“Right,” Madelyn smiled sympathetically.  “Come on Dean, I know about the mark, I know how you got the bloody thing.  Did I agree with it?  No, but I can see why he did it.  Does it make it right?  No, but he is a demon and I honestly wouldn’t have expected anything less.  Now, you guys are helping us, so it’s only fair that I do the same in return, despite current tensions.  So, what do you know?”

“Not a lot.”  Sam and Bobby said together, even as Dean shot them both a look.

“The original Mark of Cain was incredibly powerful,” Sam said. “I can’t even begin to fathom what sort of magic was used to first create it, and this is much the same of that. It seems to have the capabilities of being passed on, although how we may ever be able to do that-”

“I’ve told you already that no one else is bearing this burden.”  Dean said sharply.  “Even if we did know I wouldn’t agree to it.”

“So you just want to be a Knight of Hell again?”  Sam asked.  “Come on Dean, if we can sort something out-”

“No Sam.”  Dean said, shooting him a look.  “This is my responsibility and I’ll sort it out.  I don’t need any of you getting into trouble for me.”

“You’re a stubborn arse Dean,” Madelyn said with a smile. “In a way, I’m glad nothing’s changed, but in another, I’m very frustrated by it.  We’re helping you whether you like it or not.”

“And I’d much prefer knowing your full story before I decide whether I trust you or not,” Dean growled, holding Madelyn’s amused gaze. “You might admit that he was wrong in doing in, but you still don’t seem overly worried by it.”

Madelyn raised an eyebrow and shrugged.  “What’s done is done, all we can do is try and make the best of it.  I had to take the same attitude with this, otherwise I think I would’ve gone made from overthinking it, among other things.  We’ve had a lot of shit happen to us all over the years Dean, but we’ve always worked better together when it came down to it.”

Dean scoffed.  “That coming from you right now, means jack.”

She pursed her lips, but at that moment, Crowley returned.  “Right.  Shall we all make ourselves comfortable back at the bunker?”

“Sounds good to me.”  Madelyn stands, pulling Crowley’s jacket tighter around her as she stepped next to him. “I’ll see you guys there.”

Crowley takes the hint and before the three of them can say anything, disappears with her again.

When Sam, Dean and Bobby arrived sometime later, it was clear that Dean was in no better a mood, especially when he saw Madelyn simply sitting reading a book, Castiel and Crowley nowhere in sight.

“They’re making a few more changes before you ask,” Madelyn said, not looking up.  “They’ll be back shortly.  Casey is currently down for a nap.”

Dean went to say something but Sam nudged him and shook his head.  They’d already had an argument in the car ride there and Sam had practically demanded that Dean had to hold himself in check until they knew the whole truth.  The more he pushed, the more Madelyn was going to push back, and the less they were going to get.

The two of them disappeared towards the kitchen while Bobby took a seat next to her.  “I know this is probably a shitty thing to ask, given everything, but are you holding up okay?”

Madelyn nodded, still not looking up from the book.  “Of course.  I’ve never been one to just throw in the towel.”

“That’s not what I meant Mads.”  Bobby said gently.  “Despite how you feel now, has he treated you right through all this?”

“Of course.”

“Madelyn…”

She sighed, finally putting the book down and looking at him. “Bobby, I appreciate it, I do, but despite…a few hiccups along the way, yes, he has.  I get where you’re coming from and I don’t blame you for thinking like that, he is a demon after all, but apart from a few hunts he threw me on, and being a general pain in the arse at times, it has actually been okay.”

“I’ll try not to take offense to that love.”  Crowley said, hiding a smile as he and Castiel walked down the stairs.

Madelyn smiled at him, but looked back at Bobby.  “It’s fine Bobby, I promise.”

He didn’t look convinced, but let it drop as Crowley and Castiel joined them at the table and Sam and Dean returned with beers in hand.

“Let’s get this over with.”  Dean grumbled as he sat heavily in his chair.

Crowley rolled his eyes and looked at Madelyn, who shrugged. “Well, because you asked so nicely.”

“Because it was such a wonderful discussion.”  Madelyn said under her breath, but innocently looked away from Dean’s glare.

Crowley chuckled.  “I would never accuse you of such a thing darling.  You’ve been far too much of pain for me to ever say that.”

Madelyn grumbled something under her breath, which Crowley decided it was best to ignore.

“As for this situation we’ve got ourselves in,” He continued lightly, earning a dark look from her.  “I think the most obvious thing to point out is that we need to keep it a secret.  I don’t think either of us would fair overly well should word get out that this has happened.”

“As much as I hate to say it, we can agree on that.”  She frowned at him.  “I’m surprised that you would want it that way, actually, considering how much it can be used against me.”

Crowley raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his coffee.  “What you think can be used against you would be about ten times worse for me, I assure you.  I have far more enemies than any of you seem to believe.  If a demon against me so much as got a whiff of this, then you would be in danger quicker than you can say welcome to hell.”

“And my brothers would be more than likely to try and kill you again,” Madelyn sighed. “Alright, point taken.  So, where do we go from here?”

He shrugged, much to her distaste.  “Continue on as normal until the situation tells us otherwise.”

“Until I get my next heat, you mean?”  She grumbled. “What a swell thing this is going to be?”

“Oh? Do you have another suggestion?”

Madelyn goes to say something before she shakes her head.  “No, no of course not.”

Crowley knew that there was more to it, but for the moment he decided to let it go. “This isn’t ideal for me either, that I promise you, and we’re going to have to be careful so as no one picks up a pattern.  It’s going to…take time to get used to, and frankly, you should just be grateful that demons don’t get ruts.”

She blanched and scowled at him.  “Yes, thank you for that bit of information, it was exactly what I wanted to know.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I could go much more in depth if you wanted.  I’ve been dealing with all these charming natures for a long time now.”

“No thank you.”  Madelyn tightened the scarf around her neck, finishing her coffee.  “I think just leaving it like this for now is perfectly fine.”

“Just fine,” Crowley corrected.  “Because there’s certainly nothing perfect about it.”

Madelyn rolled her eyes.  “Right. Don’t flatter yourself too much Crowley, or I might just throw a well thought out insult your way, and trust me, I have more than a few after all this.”

Crowley smirked, although his eyes had watched every movement she made with the scarf. “Don’t get too comfortable with me now, darling.  People might begin to think that we’re civilized with each other.”

Despite herself, she smiled.  “Civilized Crowley?  I didn’t think you’d have that in you.”

“Seriously?”  Dean growled from across the table.  “You two are disgusting.”

“That’s cute Dean, considering I’ve seen how you interact with the opposite sex.”  Madelyn said, earning a dark look from Dean.  “At the time, I was trying to lighten the situation a little, and given the situation that the two of us were forced into, it seemed appropriate.”

Bobby quickly interrupted Dean’s next comment.  “Okay, so the two of you agreed to keep it a secret, which is fair, especially with what was happening, but are you really telling us that you didn’t meet at all before your next heat?”

Madelyn blanched a little and Crowley sighed, taking over. “Not exactly.  In fact, I made the mistake of contacting her about a particular demon I needed help with.  Madelyn was…less than pleased about.  Felt I was taking advantage of the situation.”

“Which you were.”  Madelyn said, a little irritably.  “It didn’t stop you from trying, multiple times either.”

Crowley shrugged.  “You never said no, and I’ve always been one to use my resources.  At first we had thought that these interactions had then led to the next particular interaction, due to the demon activity I was getting her involved in, and the fact that we were technically seeing each other more than what we had agreed.”

“There was also the fact that I had told you where to go after the last particular one almost got me killed.”  Madelyn said lightly.

“Yes, there’s that too.”  Crowley said.  “But it wasn’t till much later that we properly figured it out, hence our earlier comments about how this could potentially affect all Omega’s with demons.”

“What did it effect?”  Sam asked, frowning at them.

It was Castiel that answered, looking between the two of them. “That was when you went into rut, wasn’t it?”

Crowley nodded slowly as Sam and Dean flinched.  “Yes, which eventually, of course, lead to our dear Casey.”

“But demons can’t-”

“It’s not a matter of can’t,” Crowley cut Dean off.  “In fact, early on, most demons still have to go into whatever they need.  The older we get, the more control we have over it until we don’t feel the effects at all unless we really want to.  In this case, however, it was nowhere in my plan to ever do such a thing, but it seemed, again, that they choice was going to be made for us.”

“It was from the effects of my blood,” Madelyn said quietly, cutting them off before one of them could ask a question.  “Whatever Azazel had done to me, in turn, affected Crowley. It wasn’t an intentional thing on anyone’s behalf, in fact, at the time, I wanted nothing to do with him, but we had to deal with it much like we’d already done.”

“It…wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience, for either of us.” Crowley said, frowning slightly.  “It had been a long time since I’d ever gone through such a thing, so I was…a little beyond control, and then there was the fact that Madelyn’s heat was only a week away at the time.  I’m sure you can all imagine that such an event led to it triggering early.”

“Unless you want the gritty details, I suggest you stop asking questions.”  Madelyn said flatly.  “That’s what happened.  That’s all you need to know.”

There was an awkward silence for a long moment, no one overly sure what to say next.

“So…what happened after that?”  Sam asked, clearly his throat when Madelyn seemed to frown.  “We just want to get to the end of the story Maddie, I’m not trying to intrude or-”

Madelyn shook her head though and stood.  “No.  It has to wait for the moment.”

“Oh come on!”  Dean said, straightening out.  “You can’t keep-”

“Now is not the time Dean,” Madelyn said seriously and she looked at Castiel.  “I hate to ask again-”

“She’ll be fine,” Castiel said with a nod, understanding.  “She’s more than safe here.”

Crowley was frowning at Madelyn.  “I know we joked but-”

Madelyn sighed.  “Yeah, I know.”

“Madelyn-”

“Crowley, I need to go.”  She said softly.  “Please.”

“Alright,” He stood and joined her, taking her arm, feeling the tension in her body, looking just a little worried as he looked back at the others. “We know this is rather inconvenient time, trust us, but we’ll be back as soon as Madelyn is able.”

With that, they just disappeared, Sam and Bobby looking at Castiel as Dean slammed his hands down on the table.

Castiel sighed.  “This has been happening more frequently.  We’re still not sure what’s causing it.”

“Probably the damned demon blood.”  Dean growled.

“It’s possible,” Castiel nodded slowly.  “The problem is Dean, if she stops that, she will die.”

[goodheartedfool]

Nat’s Verses

Here are the already existing verses I have for Nathanael. They are in the order of how much they have been used. Top four has links to more detailed pages/posts.

Marvel: Nathanael has the ability to manipulate ‘life force’, giving him the ability to heal, but also to drain life from others. No, he didn’t acquire the skill, he was born with it. In some threads, he works for S.H.I.E.L.D., in others, he tries to go unnoticed, not trusting what others would do if they found out about his abilities. In this verse, like most others, he’s a paramedic.

Star Trek: Here Nat is a half-bajoran Starfleet medical doctor. AOS is my to go to verse, but any of the movies or series works too.

Ancient/Spartacus: Here Nat, or Lucius as the Romans named him (real name is Narding), is a slave. He came from a Germanic tribe and were captured around the age of seven. Sold to a man with the liking for boys, it was eventually discovered that he had a natural talent for healing wound and illness. As his Dominus had lost most of his interest for him, but still wished to make his slave useful (and hos Dominus is a bit of a hypochondriac as well), he made sure he got the training needed to become a medicus. What happened after this is verse dependent, but his Dominus has a liking for gamble, wine and games.

Camp Halfblood/Demigod: In this verse, Nat is a halfblood, a demigod, and his godly parent is Apollo (which obviously mean his mum is human. If preferred, this verse can also take place in ancient times.

Modern: Not much to say about this. It’s modern time and Nat is a paramedic. he got bullied as a kid and his mum refuse to speak with him since he came out as homosexual.

Supernatural: Nat is a paramedic here too and he’s seen some rather weird stuff due to that. One night he happened to get in the middle of couple of hunters fighting a demon. One of them were severely injured, but Nat helped save him. Since he’d seen that whatever they had killed hadn’t been fully human, he kept asking what it had been and he was then introduced to the world of hunters. Instead of being a hunter himself, he continued to work as a paramedic, but helping hunter with various injuries on his free time.

Criminal Minds: In this verse, Nat studied psychology instead of emergency medicine, ending up with a PhD in Forensic Psychology (yes, he’s young, but considerably smarter than many give him credit for). Since he’s not really of the ambitious kind, having studied what he did because he genuinely wants to help people, his skills went by quite unnoticed as a consultant for the local law enforcement, until the BAU encountered him during a case. Ten months later he got an invitation to join the team and he accepted.

The Expanse: Originally born on Earth to a rather wealthy family, Nat didn’t see much suffering until he could roam around the streets on his own. Having always been of a sensitive nature, he got an intense need to help once he realized the amount of suffering around him. Once he had finished his medical degree, he wanted to put his knowledge to use where it was most needed, the Belt. But being an Earther in the Belt is usually not an easy thing, not even when you offer free (or rather pay what you can, meaning free for some, but not all) medical care.

Killjoys (SyFy): Nat was born on a planet governed by the United Republic. He was never much for school, being too restless for sitting still for so many hours at a time, though he has always liked learning new things. When he was eleven, their town were attacked, but the IMUR came to their help. Having been separated from his family, he was taken to a refugee camp and it was there that he got to witness how a doctor seemed to miraculously (at least in his eyes) making people better, even calming those who were distressed. Since then, he had as goal to become a doctor himself and tried to work harder in school so he could get a scholarship to the university. Unfortunately, he didn’t manage it, so to be able to afford becoming a doctor, he signed a contract with the Marines. If he agreed to work five years for them, they would pay his education. Once he had finished medical school, instead of doing his Residency at a hospital, he did it on board a IMUR ship. However, he never got to finish it. After nearly eight months on board, they were attacked and eventually boarded by space pirates. One of the ‘things’ taken by the pirates were Nat, a doctor would be valuable to them. Being who he is, he agreed on helping them, even though he don’t approve of their methods, but they don’t trust him and put a tracking anklet on him, making him unable to flee even when they are on a station or planet side.

POI/Leverage/Crime 1: Nat made one small mistake and took a fall he’d never expected to do, which included losing his license to practice medicine. He’s now working as a night cashier at a local convenience store, a job he hate. However, he also has a side job, he help those who, for some reason, can’t go to a legal clinic when needing medical care. Some of them, illegal immigrants and homeless people, he treat for free or for a very low fee, but he also treats people he maybe shouldn’t treat, criminals. Why? They pay well, unlike his ‘real’ job, and he can’t just let someone bleed to death, criminal or not. Nat also has a habit he need to maintain. He’s addicted to opioids.

POI/Leverage/Crime 2: Back in the States after having worked in Pakistan for MSF (doctors w/o borders) for a years, Nat’s life is put in danger. Unaware about it, he have seen something he shouldn’t have seen and someone wants him dead.

If you belong to another fandom than these, feel free to contact me if you’re interested in roleplaying. Most things in the different verses are not ‘set in stones’, in other words, I’m okay with changing some of it depending on the thread.

Each verse will get more backstory and an own page when needed.