#this coven won’t break

[sapphic-book-tournament]

[junkdrawerfics]

hiya! could you write a jasper fic where the reader meets the major? i'm obsessed with how you write for jasper 🥺

A Major Moment

Summary: Takes place in Breaking Dawn, when all the covens show up to be witnesses for the Cullens. Jasper is worried about you being around so many vampires, especially when he starts to feel like he's losing control. When an incident does occur, the Major steps in to save the day. But you have no clue what's happening.

Words: 2456

Note: I'm alive! And writing again. This work gave me so much trouble before I took my break, but I'm pretty happy with it! I hope you like it, thank you for the request!

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“I don’t like you bein’ here,” Jasper murmurs stiffly, leaning against the doorway to your shared room.

“I know, Jazz, but I’m worried about what’ll happen if I’m not here.” You pull on your coat, turning to meet his concerned gaze. It makes you soften and you give him a gentle smile, “You think I haven’t noticed how tense you’ve been lately, huh mister?”

Jasper’s lips press into a thin line, a wrinkle forming between his brows. Of course you noticed. 

It started the moment Alice had the vision of the Volturi coming for their family. He felt it, in the back of his mind. That slight pull. The need to feel in control. Him. 

Jasper was used to it. He had plenty of practice holding him back, only letting the edges fray enough to help. Like when they fought the newborn army, or when the two of you and Alice had fled with Bella from the hunter. He could control it. He had to.

You were never meant to meet that part of him, the one with stained hands and war-driven convictions. You were too soft for that side of him, too…breakable. So Jasper did everything in his power to keep him out of it, locked away deep in the recesses of his mind.

But then their allies started to appear and something shifted. The pull turned into a dull pressure in his chest, like a beast pressing at the bars of its cage. Snarling, vicious, protective. He could feel it as he watched you interact with them, oblivious to the danger, the hunger he could feel radiating from all of them. It set his teeth grinding.

“You shouldn’t trust ‘em, darlin,” the blond warns you, voice almost a growl.

“They’re our allies, Jazz,” you remind him softly, curling your arms around his waist. The vampire is tense, tenser than usual. You prop your chin against his chest, wide eyes squinting. “Plus I have you. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but they’re all pretty intimidated by you. They won’t try anything.”

That does give him a strange sense of satisfaction. While he considers most of these people friends, he knows that he won’t be able to control himself if one of them touches you. The family had made it clear. You’re off limits. Every human in Forks is off limits. Still-

“Hey.” You pinch his ribs, making Jasper jump. Those gold eyes flicker back down to you questioningly. You shake your head, giggling, “Stop worrying! I’m fine, they’re fine, everything will turn out okay. You can relax, Jazz, I’m safe.”

The stiffness lasts for only a few moments before Jasper gives in and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. He’s always had trouble resisting you, especially when you radiate such warmth. There’s no doubt, no hesitation in your emotions. Just complete and utter certainty in him.

The beast goes quiet, if only for a moment.

A moment that disappears as soon as you join the covens downstairs.

The room is tense, filled with quiet, murmured conversations. They’re all on edge. Though they were all asked to come only to be witnesses before the Volturi, the expectation of a battle still hangs over the house.

You flicker among them, sparking conversation, making jokes, trying to just lighten the mood. It’s the least you can do to help. And this way you don’t feel so useless. If it does come down to a fight, that is exactly what you’ll be. You’re only human after all.

Jasper lingers along the wall, never taking his eyes off of you. 

It’s in moments like this he wishes he could turn his ability off. Every anxiety, every twitch of impatience, the collection of unspoken concern, he feels it all. It’s like walking through a fog so thick you can barely see. It's suffocating.

And he can feel him again. Prowling along the edges of his mind. Looking for just the right moment to-

A sharp gasp makes Jasper flinch. The smell of blood, your blood, hits him, and for a split second, his focus falters.

Enough for his control to slip.

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You can barely process it.

One moment, you’re clutching your bleeding hand to your chest, fear freezing you to the ground as you watch a man lunge for you, teeth bared in a snarl.

The next moment, that same man is crashing through the wall of windows, the sound of shattering glass ringing through the air. The whole room goes dead silent.

Jasper stands in his place, drawing back to his full height, face a mask of impassivity, eyes alight with a rage that makes everyone recoil. It pours off of him, fills the room like the static before the storm. 

Your breath freezes in your lungs when he turns to you. It feels like one wrong move could set him off. On what? You don’t know. But you stay stock still as his eyes trace over you slowly. They catch on the blood oozing out between your fingers, the ones you desperately press against your wound. Something dark flashes across his face, his jaw clenching.

“Upstairs.”

Your heart lurches to your throat, wariness and confusion flooding your chest. His voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it, accent thicker. An alarm goes off in your head.

When you don’t move, though, Jasper reaches for your arm, grip just shy of bruising.

“I said - upstairs.”

Before you can even get a word out, he’s dragging you in that direction, so fast you can barely keep up without stumbling. Glancing to the Cullens, you silently beg for some kind of help. You have no clue what’s going on. But the family just watches on as if they’ve seen this all before. Except Bella, who looks just as confused as you feel.

Your attention is forced back to staying upright when you reach the stairs. Jasper doesn’t slow down for even a second, not until you reach your room and he practically throws you inside. In an instant, you’re backed against a wall, his tall frame eclipsing yours.

“Show me,” he demands, voice low, barely restrained.

“What?” You squeak, eyes wide, heart racing. Something’s wrong.

“Show me your hand.”

You tighten your hold unconsciously. Panic grips you like a noose around your lungs. 

“I don’t- I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jazz,” you croak out. There’s too much blood.

Jasper’s eyes narrow, “And I don’t appreciate repeatin’ myself, sugar.”

“But-”

“Now.”

Flinching, you instantly offer him your hand. Even if it’s a bad idea, you don’t want to test this side of him. Something tells you that he could force you to if he wanted to and this is him being nice. 

You hold your breath when he takes your wrist, waiting for whatever’s going to happen next. Jasper’s never had an easy time controlling himself around your blood. You’ve worked on it, but this is too much, too sudden and you can’t help but brace for more pain.

But the seconds tick by and…nothing. You peek an eye open slowly. The blond moves with practiced ease, checking your pulse, carefully examining the edges of the gash, as if the blood isn’t even there.

Something’s different. Everything’s different. How he holds himself, the way he dragged you up here, his voice. And his eyes. It’s hard to not stare at them. Their usual gold depths are dark as amber, still burning with something completely violent, bloody and crimson and unnervingly calm. 

You’ve never once seen Jasper like this.

“What’s going on Jazz?” You ask, voice pitching up.

The vampire pauses, hard gaze flickering up to yours. You almost flinch, instincts screaming at you that being at the center of this man’s attention is dangerous. It feels like any moment that rage could turn on you, like a wolf, bloody maw ready to clamp around your neck.

“Are you scared, darlin’?” His voice is a low rumble, softer than before, but still rough, dark.

Swallowing thickly, you look down at your hands, head spinning. He quickly covers the cut on your palm, careful not to touch it, but keeping it from your eyes, as if he knows the sight of blood makes you dizzy. It’s at odds with everything else about him right now and it makes you think that your Jasper must still be there somewhere. The worst of your nerves fizzle out.

“I don’t know,” you whisper eventually, and his eyes narrow, “I don’t- I don’t understand what’s going on, or why you’re acting different, but I don’t think you’re trying to scare me. So..so, no, I don’t want to be.”

The man hums, lips pursing into a thin line as he goes back to examining your palm, “No tellin’ if that’s foolishness or courage.”

“Maybe both.” Your voice is still shaking. Taking a deep breath, you try again with a different question, “So who are you? Cause I don’t think you’re Jasper, at least not completely.”

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, you watch as he steps back, disappearing into the bathroom for only a moment before reappearing with your first aid kit, the one you keep here for emergencies. With that same, practiced ease, the blond pulls out the supplies he needs and starts cleaning your wound.

“Most call me Major Whitlock.”

You hiss as he swipes alcohol over the cut. It stings almost as much as the wound itself, scattering your thoughts. The Major mumbles an apology, but doesn’t pause in his movements. It’s methodical, how he cleans it, applies some ointment, and then bandages it. Like he’s done it be-

Oh.

His words finally process in your mind. Major Whitlock. Jasper told you about him once, back when you first asked him about his scars. The man he was before you, before the Cullens. The man he had to be to deal with all that death. The Major.

“I never thought I’d meet you,” you murmur, all but forgetting your apprehension in the wave of curiosity that washes over you. 

“He never wanted you to,” the Major replies stiffly, taping off the wrap, “He’s scared I’ll hurt you.”

Brow furrowing, you glance down at your bandaged hand. It’s perfectly done and you can barely feel any more pain. Thanks to him.

“I can’t see why he’d think that,” you hum, head tilting, “You don’t seem all that dangerous to me.”

Wrong thing to say.

A sharp, unexpected tug on your wrist makes you squeak. The Major draws you flush to his chest, close enough that you can see the flecks of molten gold in his eyes and feel his cool breath against your face. It makes you freeze, hands trapped between your bodies, unable to do anything as he leans down, lips tauntingly close to yours.

“You shouldn’t be so naive, sugar,” he drawls, voice a low rasp. “You wouldn’t think so kindly of me if you knew what’s goin’ through my mind.”

Like how he wishes he had ripped the arms off the man downstairs for even thinking about touching you. Or how the scent of your blood makes him want to pin you against the wall and sink his teeth into your neck. He wants to know if you taste as cloyingly sweet as you smell. 

“I’m still not scared of you,” you whisper, blinking up at him with wide, doe-ish eyes, cheeks painted a tempting shade of red. “I know you won’t hurt me, Major.”

You trust him. He can feel it radiating from you, soft and warm and simple. It makes something violently possessive curl in the Major’s chest. You were right, after all. He would do anything to protect you, like a feral dog at your heel - loyal even if it killed him. He and Jasper could agree on that, as much as he might not want to admit it.

“You really are somethin’, sugar,” he muses, grip softening. There was no point in trying to scare you any further. You were a stubbornly sweet thing.

You offer him a shy smile, “Thank you. And thanks for saving me.”

The Major nods. “It was my pleasure.” 

He pauses, lips pursing. You watch as his gaze flickers over your face, something you can't pinpoint crossing his features. Then-

“Can I kiss you, sugar?”

You almost laugh. It’s a ridiculous question at this point, but it’s just so Jasper that you can’t help but grin. Guess he’s always been like this.

“If you want,” you hum.

And he does.

It’s not like any of the kisses you’ve shared before, not soft or gentle. Jasper has always been too scared of hurting you, but the Major holds onto you like a starving man. He pulls you impossibly closer, fingers threading through your hair to tilt your head just the right way. It’s hard and insistent but still achingly tender and perfect.

You’re left breathless when he pulls away. Not too far though. He rests his forehead against yours, taking the moment to focus on the sound of your heart and the comforting warmth of your touch. It softens the snarling creature that he’s meant to be.

You can feel the shift. The way his touch turns gentle, hands shifting to hold your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheeks. You can practically feel the concern that fills his gaze.

“Hey Jazz,” you breathe out softly.

He doesn’t respond. You glance up at him, amusement flickering in your chest at the perplexed look on his face. There’s your Jasper.

“I’m fine, Jazz,” you insist. It’s easy to tell exactly what he’s thinking. The vampire frowns, glancing at the bandage covering your hand. Right. You correct yourself, “I’m fine now. The Major saved me and bandaged me up. Good as new.”

You wiggle your fingers, just to show him. It stings a little, but not nearly as much as before. 

“He did a good job, almost as good as Carlisle!”

“He-” Jasper stops, swallows. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“No. Nothing happened.” You wrap your arms around his waist. It’s just like before. He holds himself stiff for a moment, fighting between the urge to relax or push you away to a safe distance. But he still can’t resist you. Not now. Not ever.

The tension drips from his shoulders. Jasper curls an arm around you, voice muffled as he tucks his face into your hair, “Sorry if I scared you, darlin’. I should’ve known that would happen. I just want you safe.”

“I know,” you hum, “And I wasn’t scared. Not really. Though, the Major sure has his own way of doing things. Charming guy, really.”

You can feel Jasper smile into your hair, “You really are something, darlin.”

“That’s what he said!”

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You cannot convince me that the Major is not still a gentleman at his core! He's a bit rough from his time with Maria, but he was such a kind man before that. I will die on this hill.

Anyways! Hope you guys liked it! I might be a bit rusty, but feel free to send in requests! I'm excited to write for y'all again.

[moonmaiden1996]

Claiming his Queen

Taking a break from the real world and wanted to write a random idea I needed to get out after watching the Sandman. I loved the book but the casting was amazing. I am literally dying with how good it is. REQUESTS OPEM

Soulmate Fic

Summary- You spent your summers at the Burgess Manor with your parents, but stumbling upon captive in the basement is going to change your life forever.

Slightly dark fic- Warnings include imprisonment, possessive thoughts, pain and soul branding. 

You remember playing at the Burgess Manor as a child. The gardens were stunning, a sea of green against the glimpses of colour. You spent many days happily frolicking outside as your parents attended the meeting within the house. Many staff had whispered about the devil trapped in the basement behind the Grand Magus's powerful spells. Some said the Grand Magus himself had discovered the secret to eternal life and hid it behind the door. One staff member even said it was a vampire who would creep upstairs in the dead of night and steal away his victims.

There was a sort of glee at taring around the ancient house, discovering secrets, chasing the ghosts and battling monsters. As you grew older, the monster did not lose their appeal; it was more that you had discovered everything that could be discovered, apart from the mystery of what was in the basement. In the long summer breaks away from school, you spent great lengths observing the guards disappearing and not reappearing till they changed in the early morning. Was it the demon? Buried treasure? Or something more?

The summer humidity clung to your brow as you absentmindedly perused one of the many books in the library. The ruckus from the party had long ago distracted you from reading. Your parents were regular attendees of the Burgess coven meeting; as a child, the cloaks and candles held some romantic notion, but as you grew older, you saw what it was, a chance for bored people to play dress-up and dance around naked.

'You should get to bed.' The soft voice of Paul pulled you from your musings.

'Come on, Uncle Paul, it's early.' You smiled, sliding the book off your lap as you stood.

'Hmmm, well, I won't tell if you won't; there is some chocolate in the study; I think I can trust you not to get caught.' Paul wagged his finger.

With a new sense of glee, you abandoned your attempts to read, slipping into the library unseen, eyeing the bright pink box lined with cherry cordials. Yet it wasn't the chocolates that distracted you; it was the guards. Normally they never emerged outside their shift hours, but the hot night drove them above stairs. Quietly, munching on your chocolate, you watched as the squat men shuffled away.

Biting your lip, you suckled the smears of dark chocolate off your fingers as you hurried along the hallway. Carefully, you pried the door open, willing the squeak away. The staircase of crumbling stone was dimly lit, and the smell of mould and dust loitered in the air, tugging at your nose. Crouching down on the steps, you surveyed the open recess of the room. A frown tugged at the corners of your lips. It was empty save for an out-of-place Ikea desk next to one of the walls. Then something under the white neon lights caught your attention. Moving down the stairs, your eyes adjusted to the almost blinding light. No wonder the guards sort to escape the intense heat given off by the strips of bulbs that hung above you.

Your eyes flickered back to the strange glass ornament in the middle of the floor. For a moment, you thought your eyes were playing tricks. In the centre of the orb sat a naked man, skin almost translucent in the light. Only his ebony black hair seemed to show that he was there. Moving forward, you could not help but let out a horrified gasp. The man was almost painfully thin and painfully naked; you thanked all the gods that he was crossed-legged.

'Hello? Are you ok……' your voice stuck in your throat as the man's head snapped up to meet her gaze, his steely silver eyes piercing through you, drawing you in like a magnet.

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Even behind the thick glass of his prison, Morpheus felt a sharp sting pierce his soul. His eyes greedily watched as a shiver ran through her body as the invisible thread between them bound them.

A fire had been lit inside him, and hunger he had never felt before clawed up from within him. His gaze had her transfixed; their connection fizzled, desperate to touch. Morpheus always believed that love always ended in pain. Experience had given him definitive proof; Nada, Goodrich, Eric, and Susana all ended in betrayal or anguish. It was messy. Humans were proof. Their love was not real, a fleeting respite from the loneliness, a belief they clung to. Real love was rare. Soulmates were extraordinary magic that the creator bestowed onto humanity at the beginning. It was the only pure magic left in the world. It was strange magic that none of the endless cared to fathom. Why would they? Soulmates were gifts to humans, not the endless, yet there she was—his soulmate.

His silver eyes watched as she moved hypnotised across the short distance. Even through the thick glass, the hum was violent, deafening, and maddening. Lifting his hand, he placed it over the glass beckoning to her.

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Your body felt free, impossible light as it surged forward towards the man. You weren't sure he was real; he was pale and perfect like he had been chiselled out of a piece of alabaster marble. A painful jolt passed through your open palm every step, yet it spurred your movement until your hands met, the glass separating them. It was almost too hot to hold your hand in place, but your body refused to flinch.

His eyes burnt into yours, engraving themselves onto the back of your mind. The swirling silver spheres were the last thing you saw before your body crumpled to the ground.

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The soft mumble of voices was what broke through your unconsciousness, and for a few seconds, your body felt light and free before the heaviness sunk into your bones. The searing pain surged across your left palm and arm until it finally rested in your heart.

'What happened?' Your voice was weak and raspy.

'You were electrocuted, sweetie; you were told never to go down into the basement.' Your mother whispered. 'The burn… is only small. Not worry.’ Her voice cracked a little as her gaze rested on the tightly bandaged hand.

'I….The glass. There was a man.' Your voice sounded so strange to you, so rough and weak.

'There was no man, sweetie. You touched one of the exposed cables; we are lucky Alex found you.’ T

'But there was a man…I…’ you tried.

‘Shhhhh sweetie, we will be home soon. Rest. ’ Your eyes felt too heavy to fight against the command, but they stayed open just long enough to see the look of guilt past your parent's faces and the worry that set deeply in Alex Burgess’s eyes.

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After that, you saw your parents less and less. They never did return to the Burgess Manor, and neither did you. All mention of the man in the sphere was forbidden. You had skin graft after skin graft, but nothing could cover the red mark on your hand. A reminder of the man in the sphere. As if you could ever forget. He scared you, the silent creature. In her mind, he was always watching, never speaking, but his eyes seemed to devour you, drawing you in. You wonder if that is how sharks get their prey. They wait for a careless swimmer, too mesmerised by the eyes to notice the teeth before it is too late. You wonder if he has cursed you. Then you wonder if it is too late to save yourself. But you know, it's too late anyway.

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The travel back to the Burgess estate passed quickly. It was almost a relief to see the ominous grey house standing proudly against the green lawns. It was hard to believe ten years had passed already; everything still looked the same, apart from Paul. He stooped a little more now, and his hair, you think, is much greyer than you remember.

'I’m glad to see you again, but you have come at a rather bad time; Alex has had one of his nasty turns.' Paul started.

'I didn't want to see him. I want to see you.’

There was a flash of understanding over his face as he took your arm, leading you away from the house, across the lawn and into the maze that hung off the side of the house, not stopping till only the top of the manor could be seen.

'It's about the man in the basement…’ you began.

'Dear child…’ Paul sighed, interrupting you, but you remained strong in your goal.

'I am not a child anymore. You can't explain it or ignore my questions anymore. I know what I saw…what gave me this.’ You rolled up your sleeve to reveal the angry raised burn that decorated your hand. ‘You can't keep him chained down there anymore.'

'I know…I know… but I can't. Alex… is delicate; you don’t know the power of that thing' he sighed, sitting on the little bench he had walked you to.

'I know exactly. This mark is proof of that. I dream of him; he haunts me. No matter what I do, I still feel that burn through my veins. I cannot get rid of it. …It…it hurts. And I can’t… won't bare it anymore.’ Your bite out the last part as you look down at the man you once tenderly regarded as an Uncle.

He gazed up at you with weary eyes. Only now did you see how old he looked, the worry lines that wreaked his beautifully dark skin.

'You know, in the beginning, I feared him getting out, but now, after all this time, is there anything that he could have done worse than all this?' Paul shook his head as they watched the birds glide across the sky. ‘We should have done more for you, helped you somehow, but Alex was so scared….’

‘What's done  is done; just please help me  now.’

Paul said nothing, but you saw the slight nod of his head.

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'You know she came by the house today. You remember her, don't you? She has grown into a rather pretty young woman. You can have her; all you need to do is promise.' Alex Burgess was an older man now, made feeble by time and despair.

Often, the man would talk to Morpheus about the future Queen of the Dreaming, forcing pictures of her in front of him like a cruel taunt. Endless questions about the mark, Morpheus’s mark on her skin. Promising to give him her name, not that it mattered, she was HIS Queen, or she would be soon.

The more time passed, the more arrogant his pleas became. The mere fact that he thought he had permission to speak of her insulted Morpheus; the pathetic man thought he could use his future Queen as a bargaining chip. It was an offence the human could ill afford. The King of Dreaming would bide his time and have his revenge on the Burgess before he claimed his future bride and Queen.

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News of Alex Burgess's sleeping sickness came not long after you visited the manor, and the world seemed to fall into some sort of madness. Mass murders, strange weather, people who had been asleep for decades suddenly waking up.

You nibbled your bottom lip. Maybe asking Paul to release his captive was a selfish thing to do. People had died, and for what? That feeling clawing up from within you was still there. Your tanned palm was unchanged; the burn remains like a brand of ownership. It seemed you were still damned, and now the world was in utter chaos. With silent tears rolling down your face, you laid back against the mountain of the pillow and willed yourself away to the only place you found peace, your dream.

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You still dreamt of the silver-eyed man, but the fever and pain seizing your soul were gone. This dream was one of your favourites. It was comfortable and snug. Where nothing mattered because nothing happened, it was just you and your dream. Till you heard the voice. Dreams were always silent, or at least that was how you remembered them. But the low, velvety voice was clear, invading the silence. So deep and rich, it had to be a dream.

It floated around you till it you. Faceless arms stretched around your waist, pulling you against a hard body. Lips ghosted across the nape of your neck and drifted across the plains of your shoulder, working their way back toward your throat.

'My Queen.' The thick voice growled.

The lips were small but soft, worshipping a spot at the base of your neck. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the familiar mop of black hair that haunted your dreams. A wanton moan escaped your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, knees weak as their teeth scrapped just in the right place.

'Soon, my love, soon. After I complete my unfinished business, I will come for you.'

You woke with a start, a desperate wetness gathering between your plush thighs, the voice echoing across your mind sending shivers of desire across your body as you remembered the gruff voice. You had dreamed about his lips, face and boy before, but never had he spoken.

Wearily, you ran your hand over your neck, freezing as you stared down in disbelief at the angry purple hickey that stained your skin.

Anyone for a smut-heavy part two?

[djarins-cyare]

✭ Series Masterlist ✭

Languishing in a dull and lonely existence on the forest moon of Endor after travelling there to help salvage Death Star wreckage, a nearly fatal encounter with a mysterious bounty hunter out in the forest heralds an opportunity to utilise long-forgotten skills and develop something more profound than you ever thought possible.

Second person POV, present tense. Set post-season 2, diverges from Canon events before TBoBF and season 3. This is a novel-length, exceptionally slow burn with an original plot, worldbuilding, and fully-developed characterisation. SWU concepts and lore are accurately researched.

WORDS: 405,180

PAIRING: Din Djarin x Female Reader/You

RATING: Explicit (18+)

CHARACTERS: Din Djarin, Reader/You/Female OC, Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Human Characters, Greef Karga, Cara Dune, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Peli Motto

TAGS: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Romance, Love, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, Smut, Sex, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Relationships, Healthy Relationships, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Dark Past, Additional Warnings In Author's Notes, Bounty Hunter Din Djarin, Soft Din Djarin, Touch-Starved Din Djarin, Din Djarin Needs a Hug, Smart Din Djarin, Soft Dominant Din Djarin, Ewok Species, Mandalorian Culture, Mando'a Language, New Razor Crest, Thoroughly Researched, Worldbuilding, No use of y/n.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This took me almost a year to write and four months to edit/proof. Each chapter is prefaced with specific tags and (where necessary) warnings, plus word counts. End notes contain translations and comments… this baby is thoroughly researched, so I’m sharing context where appropriate. I’ve also added definitions of in-universe terms so people less familiar with the franchise won’t be left wondering what the hell certain words or references mean. This is a slow burn (adult themes), and although the explicit content only occurs in the latter half, when it does, it warrants the ‘E’ rating. Basically, the first half is a love story, and the second half gets spicy. I hope you enjoy it!

READ THE COMPLETE STORY ON AO3:

(Chapters containing explicit content marked †)

Chapter 1: The Obstacle

Chapter 2: The Interrogation

Chapter 3: The Covenant

Chapter 4: The Snare

Chapter 5: The Strike

Chapter 6: The Groundwork

Chapter 7: The Genesis

Chapter 8: The Progression

Chapter 9: The Hide

Chapter 10: The Beast

Chapter 11: The Adjustment

Chapter 12: The Storm

Chapter 13: The Broadside

Chapter 14: The Intercourse

Chapter 15: The Village

Chapter 16: The Confession

Chapter 17: The Reprieve

Chapter 18: The Fortification

Chapter 19: The Ambush

Chapter 20: The Meridian

Chapter 21: The Homestretch

Chapter 22: The Union †

Chapter 23: The Overture

Chapter 24: The Crescendo

Chapter 25: The Harmony †

Chapter 26: The Cadence †

Chapter 27: The Ride †

Chapter 28: The Veneration †

Chapter 29: The Spree †

Chapter 30: The Tribute †

Chapter 31: The Courage

Chapter 32: The Feast

Chapter 33: The Exhibition †

Chapter 34: The Reward

Chapter 35: The Binding †

Chapter 36: The Synergy †

Chapter 37: The Match †

Chapter 38: The Flag †

Chapter 39: The Foundling †

Chapter 40: The Future †

✨Additional Media✨

@burntheedges has written a spectacular little drabble detailing what Din was up to during the paragraph break near the end of chapter 1 (*SPOILERS* you don’t find this out until chapter 27).

@djarin-desires has created some awesome AI images of a few scenes using Midjourney.

I spent a stupid amount of money on the Hot Toys official Din Djarin action figure, simply so I could photograph him in poses from my fic 🤷🏼‍♀️ This is just a taster of what’s to come, but here he is offering to help Reader climb onto the speeder in chapter 8.

🧡💚 Thank you for reading! 💚🧡

Dividers by @samspenandsword

[xoxo-maeve-xoxo]

Hunter/the Golden Guard dating headcannons

Warnings: none, just fluff, maybe some spelling errors

Ps: I’m taking requests, but only for headcannons, PLEASE send in some requests I’m begging you

As the Golden Guard:

First of all, can we take a moment to appreciate how good this guy looks in dark colors? Like dang girrrl

Anyways

Okok so bro is very clingy but like, distant at the same time? Idk how to explain it

He covers up his true personality due to the military mindset he has, and it’ll take a long time to warm up to you and break out of that mindset while he’s with you

You’ll probably have to be the one to initiate physical affection like cuddles, hugs, and kisses since Hunter is terrified of making you uncomfortable, he just doesn’t want you to leave him :(

As distant as he may seem, he’s def super romantic

Like

Hunter would be the type of guy to leave you’re favorite candy or smth laying around, and when you ask about it he’ll be like ‘idk what your talking about’

His hands are SO SWEATY but he’s also like…Not warm? It’s cause of his grimwalker thing, he’s ALWAYS room temperature and NEVER gets cold

You’ll literally have to stop holding his hand JUST to wipe off the sweat, and he’s super insecure about his sweaty hands so he has to wear gloves so you won’t let go of him 😭

He also likes leaving little cringy poems on sticky notes and will leave them in ur room (if ur in the emperors coven) or in ur house

Please cuddle this stupid blond /pos

This guy is literally so touch starved, he NEEDS cuddles

He feels so guilty when he asks for things because he doesn’t wanna be a burden :’(

He LOVES LOVES LOVES when you get flustered because of him and he will literally do it as much as he can until you get used to it

When u two cuddle he is literally as stiff as a log at first but slowly relaxes and melts into your touch

Cries if you caress his scar

Also cries if you’re super gentle with him

As Hunter Deamonne-Noceda-Blight

Ugh

This boy is so whipped for you

Poor guy has BAD separation anxiety from u and hates being alone :(

Such a gentleman

He WILL open doors for you

He also buys you flowers 😭

Still romantic but it’s 10x more cheesy

He will stand outside if your house with a boombox while blasting music/hj

Still loves cuddles

Darius helped him learn how to ask for things so he’s more bold and shows u more affection

He’s SO insecure about his scars man 😭

He will cry if you tell him he’s beautiful :’(

He’ll also cry if you stroke his scars or kiss them

He blushes so easily and it’s not difficult at all to make him flustered

Just kiss his cheek or nose and this boy will turn BRIGHT RED

He will listen to you ramble about your intrests

You two hold pinkies out in public because he’s too socially anxious to show PDA

I feel like you two would watch Amphibia and Gravity Falls together

He will blush SO HARD if you wear his clothes

He will literally get so offended if someone insults you?? Like: tf did u say to my partner? Or will just immediately shut the person who insulted you down

Still leaves love notes for you

[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 4

I'm back with our boys, I just couldn't leaving the poor people reading Royal Pain hanging like that. I'm an author, not a monster. So it's a little longer a chapter to make up for the wait.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

We get hints of plot and backstory. Enjoy!

***

The sky was starting to lighten and Steve groaned.

“Make time stop,” he murmured into Eddie’s neck.

Eddie chuckled. “Sorry, princess, but you promised Lucas that you would be back at dawn.”

Steve grumped, but crawled off his boyfriend and stretched. “Who would have thought vampires have better stamina then werewolves.”

Eddie’s answering grin was positively feral.

“Who’s to say I wasn’t like that before I got turned?” He winked at Steve as he pulled on his clothes.

Steve laughed. “I’ll guess I’ll never know.”

Eddie straightened up and looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

Steve shrugged. “A couple things, really. Like I don’t know what you were like before you changed and I won’t know if it’s just you or all vampires that are that good, because I don’t intend to sleep with anyone else. Ever.”

Eddie finished putting on his clothes and put his arms around Steve’s waist from behind. “You are very romantic for someone who comes from a race that is infamous for fucking everything willing.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Everyone says I’m too romantic for my own good, for the pack’s good.”

Eddie kissed Steve’s throat without so much as the hint of teeth. “Too bad, baby, because I am into that shit.”

Steve moaned. “If you keep that up, I won’t make it back to the compound in time.”

Eddie chuckled again, his warm breath huffing against the skin of Steve’s neck. He let go of Steve’s waist. “Go on, sweet cheeks,” he teased. “I’ve got to report back to my uncle before the sun fully comes up.”

Steve nodded and waited until Eddie was in the sky before he transformed.

*

Steve made it to the pack compound before the first true ray of dawn even peeked over the horizon.

Lucas huffed out a wolfy laugh. “Cutting it little close, aren’t we?”

Steve shrugged. “What can I say? I’m horny teenager that hasn’t gotten laid in over a year. So sue me.”

Lucas rolled on the ground laughing. “Come on, it’s time for Murray to do guard duty.”

Steve nodded. “Can you have Erica and Holly play nearby while he does his watch?”

Lucas sat up and nodded. “Still don’t trust him?”

Steve shook his head. The alpha watched as the scrawny wolf that was Murray’s alter came oozing out of the woods. He bowed his head to Steve and kept it down as the alpha and younger teen passed him.

As the two wolves went further into the forest that surrounded their home, they could feel the gaze of the older wolf on them.

*

Eddie made it back to the trailer park well before the sky lightened enough to hurt him. He smiled at the structure that had been his home since he was young. It didn’t look like it held the most dangerous and powerful vampire in Indiana. But looks were deceiving for both the man and his home.

Wayne had been turned in Kentucky around the beginning of the 18th century. When he sided against the South’s right to own people, he was chased out of his home into Indiana, only barely a couple decades into statehood.

There with the help of Dr Martin Brenner, the coven Dominus and Clarence Harrington, the alpha, Steve’s great, great, great grandfather (werewolves live longer, so not as many generations between Steve and his ancestor as there was between Eddie and his) and the reason it’s called the Harrington Pack, founded Hawkins as a safe haven for the supernatural and humans alike.

Wayne looked rough, because he was born rough. The oldest son of a farmer. He had six siblings but of those six, only two lived to adulthood. Abigail, and the youngest, Lawrence. When he was attacked, he fought back, getting the vampire’s blood in his teeth, accidentally starting the turning process.

He learned how to hunt and be a vampire all his own, breaking all the stereotypes of a turned vampire being feral.

Because of his rough looks it made people underestimate him, so he dug into that hard. He moved with the poor and disenfranchised wherever the people in power put them. He finally settled in Forest Hills. His trailer looked as rough as the man himself.

But it was built like fortress. Not a single ray of light pierced its metal hide and the windows were mainly for show. It was a tough old thing, too. Eddie had heard stories of tornadoes ripping through the area only to be the only thing left standing.

Eddie wasn’t sure what it was made of, but it was home. He slipped into the trailer like a shadow to find his uncle waiting for him.

“Cutting it pretty fine, aren’t you, boy?” Wayne asked from his comfortable arm chair.

Eddie grinned. “You know me, I like to push the boundaries as far as I can.”

Wayne scoffed. “And one day it’s going to get you killed.”

They stared at each other for a moment before Wayne got to his feet and gave Eddie a hug.

“I’m glad you’re home, Ed,” he murmured. “I worried that Hopper had finally crossed a line he couldn’t come back from.”

Eddie nodded, “It was a near thing, Uncle Wayne, but Steve had finally healed enough to use his alpha voice and force submission.”

“I worry that he had to use it all,” Wayne said.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie said cocking his head to the side, “at least Operation Vamp Out was a success. So there’s that at least.”

Wayne pulled back, putting Eddie at arms length to see him properly. “You got the alpha to do what exactly? Because this shit’s important, Ed.”

Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully, “I’m not sure I feel comfortable telling you about that, if I’m honest.”

Wayne’s eyebrows went up and his eyelids fluttered to a close. “You fucked him, didn’t you? You fucked the alpha of the Harrington pack.” He opened his eyes.

Eddie pursed his lips to try and hide his smile, but the sparkle in his eyes betrayed him.

“Hop was against it until I said you were my maker,” Eddie hedged.

“Yeah, because that meant he wouldn’t have to fight off Bill Hargrove for the pleasure.”

Eddie frowned. “S’that because the Dominus is a racist piece of shit who is absolutely grinding his fangs to powder because his half-sister is dating a werewolf?”

Wayne chuckled. “The very like.”

“He’s also very scared of you,” Eddie said moving to sit on the sofa, “Hop I mean.”

Wayne’s grin was vicious in its unfurling. “That’s because Hop knows what I’d do to him if he toed out of line.”

“I’ve always wondered why you didn’t do anything about him when he drunk off his ass most of the time.”

Wayne knelt in front Eddie and took his hands gently. “Because around the time Sara died, you came into my life. You were already a frightened little boy who was thrown into my care, not know what kind of vampire I was. Would you have warmed up to me as well as you did if I had torn Jim Hopper to shreds?”

Eddie blinked up at him, his mouth wide with shock. “No.”

“There, you have your answer,” Wayne said softly. “I couldn’t deal with a wayward alpha when I had a sweet boy to look after.”

He moved to sit next to Eddie on the sofa and bumped him with his shoulder. “I can’t be everywhere and I’ve learned that I can’t throw my weight around like I used to. I’m actually worried that I’m losing control of the town.”

“Is this about Jason and the other boys?” Eddie asked.

Wayne nodded. “It never should have gotten as far as it did. Let alone to the attempted murder of the pack’s alpha. And Sheriff Powell has been fractious to put it mildly.”

Eddie pursed his lips and then licked them slowly. “It would be better if Hopper was police chief again.”

Wayne nodded again. “Powell as sheriff is bad for the town. I’ll talk to Mayor Roberts and see if we can’t at least get him suspended for not taking a threat to the Harrington Pack alpha seriously.”

“Have Steve and Billy with you,” Eddie suggested. “Especially Steve. Because at least he can show the mayor the scars that the silver made.”

“That’s a good idea, Ed,” Wayne said. “I’ll get right on that.” He bumped Eddie’s shoulder again. “You’ve got a good head on you. Maybe in a few years, I’ll have you take over as leader here.”

Eddie blushed and ducked his head. “Only if that means you’re still around. I don’t want to lose you.”

Wayne pulled him close. “I won’t leave you. Not if it’s in my power.”

Eddie wrapped his arms around him and buried his head into his neck like he did that first night all those years ago. “I love you.”

Wayne kissed the top of his head. “I love you, too, boy.”

*

Mayor Roberts was pissed. He had especially placed Danny Powell as sheriff when the whole town thought Jim Hopper was dead. But the man had placed him between a rock and two vampires and a werewolf alpha all chomping on the bit for justice.

Justice that was rightly deserved. Hunters were like vigilantes. Outside the law, but respected by those who thought them necessary. Hunters that were very much barred from the town of Hawkins for a reason.

To be honest he was a little surprised it took five days for the three men in question to darken his door.

Wayne Munson walked in flanked by the teen leaders of the coven and pack. Billy Hargrove stood on the elder vampire’s right, while Steve Harrington stood on Wayne’s left.

The young werewolf looked more than a little worse for wear, he winced when he moved into the room, favoring his left leg. The leg Roberts was told had not only been shot with a silver bullet but caught in a silver foot trap.

It was inhumane what those boys did to Steve, but it was thing to hear about it and it was quite another to see its effects.

“Hello, gentlemen,” Roberts greeted solemnly. “I’m sorry we have to meet like this under these circumstances. Please have a seat.”

Harrington looked like he wanted to but when Munson and Hargrove didn’t he couldn’t without looking weak in front everyone. Something the alpha could not do.

He shifted his weight to his foot, straightening his spine so it looked as though he was standing on both legs equally.

Hargrove caught the movement and smirked. Munson ignored them both.

“We’ve come to see what is being done,” Munson said gravely.

“Jason and Patrick are both eighteen and will be charged with the full extent of the law,” Roberts said. “Andy, Chase, and Josh are all underaged and it’s trickier. Josh and Chase are only sixteen, while Andy is seventeen.”

All three supernaturals winced.

“Try Andy as child,” Steve said, “and then force the younger two boys to do community service in both the pack and the coven. Six weeks with each sect.”

Wayne and Billy looked over at Steve in shock. Mayor Roberts raised an eyebrow.

“What is the basis for that assessment?” the mayor asked.

Steve properly straightened up and all the boy next door persona dropped away to reveal a very powerful alpha. “I was there. I could tell that the two pups were only along for what they thought was prank. They are young enough that if they see what being in coven is like, what being in a pack is like, I believe they can change.” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down.

“Andy was a more willing participant,” he continued seriously, “but perhaps one that could be persuaded that he was in the wrong. The other two knew full well of what they were doing and should be punished for it.” He looked up at Mayor Roberts, fire burning in his eyes.

Hargrove let out a long whistle. “Got some brains on you after all. I agree with alpha Harrington’s assessment and terms.”

All three men looked to Munson who was considering it. He rubbed the stubble on his chin. “It is sound judgment but I would like to add one thing, if I may?”

Mayor Roberts nodded. “Go on.”

“That the justice for Steve concerning the fate of Jason and Patrick be placed in my hands,” he growled.

The other three men blanched.

“They are still boys,” Mayor Roberts said, twisting a tissue in his hands nervously.

“I won’t kill them,” Munson promised. “But it’s time again I showed this town why I am its master.”

The mayor gulped, but nodded. Munson lowered his head slightly and then back up, not quite a nod, but an acknowledgment nonetheless.

Munson turned on his heel and walked out, the alpha and Dominus close behind.

***

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[storiesbyrhi]

Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: Pulling strings and aura reading. 3124 words.

1986

Hedy Lamarr: Golden Age movie star and inventor. George Antheil: avant-garde composer and inventor. Together, at the beginning of World War II, they developed a radio guidance system for the Allied Forces that could employ frequency hopping technology in order to overcome the issue of the Axis Powers’ signal jamming. Decades later, their innovation would become the basis for Wi-Fi and Bluetooth tech.

The Hollywood dinner party Hedy and George were both invited to would mark their meeting in 1940. Hedy hadn’t planned on attending.

“I hear you won’t be the only free thinker there, Hed,” Abby sing-songed from the passenger seat of Hedy’s car. “Maybe you should go. And besides, Janet’s parties are always so fashionable. I’m sure even more so now she’s married that little costumer designer of hers.”

And with that, Abby had pulled yet another set of strings. It was what she excelled at. Mostly, that was a good thing. She was a good witch. However, you hadn’t always seen eye-to-eye, especially since she was prone to stealing your clothes. When she cleared her throat, you noticed she was wearing the purple lace top you loved. Not lost on the road trip to Hawkins then.

“While it is in a witch’s nature to romanticise… well, everything... I must redirect your attention to what is clearly the most critical issue…” Abby started. She shot you a look. “Where is your angelic vampire now?”

Gillian looked at Sally. She had assumed you’d left Eddie in Hawkins. Certainly, he couldn’t be within the walls of the coven. A vampire couldn’t cross the hidden forest threshold.

You felt Kelsey move closer to you, standing behind you, closing ranks.

“Somewhere safe,” you told Abby.

“Can’t be more specific than that?”

“Fuck, Abby, does that matter?”

“I just want to know if you’ve made the same mistake twice. Did you bring a fox into the henhouse again?”

“I resent the implication of being a defenseless hen,” Kels complained.

The witches were talking among themselves once more, Abby planting a seed of fear in the coven. Eyes darted around, often flicking to you with accusatory stares. Your stomach was churning and Eddie was pushed as deeply into the corner of your pocket as he could go.

“Doesn’t this boil down to – do the means justify the ends? Because we have never abided by that before,”

“If the ends are the survival of the coven and the safety of the humans, then yes!”

Arguments were breaking out across the hall.

“Why didn’t she tell us about the vampire as soon as she happened across it?”

“Because we are a coven, not a hive mind. We are allowed to explore and learn for ourselves.”

You couldn’t gauge if a consensus was forming. Questions were coming hard and fast.

“Can we trust any of them again?”

“Where is the justice?”

“If it really is good, if… he has a soul… were there others?”

“What else have we been wrong about?”

“Even if it is good, what if it makes more, and they are the monsters we used to know?”

The tension was continuing to build. Those in the coven who were conflict-avoidant began to filter out of the hall. Whatever happened, what conclusion came, they would accept unconditionally. Other witches who had hitherto said nothing, began to share their opinions with those near them.

A voice called from within the crowd. A demand to be brought closer. Guðrún sat in her enchanted rocking chair, letting it glide just above the ground until she came to a stop before you. She was the oldest in the coven, having lived lives upon lives upon lives.

You knew Guðrún would scold Gillian and Sally later. To keep her in the dark about such important matters showed her a deep disrespect. That matter would be settled in private, among friends. You, though, the way she looked at you was as cold as ice.

“You are a healer. A rare and special gift for a witch. It comes as no surprise that you believed you saw life in something undead. When you tell your story, conviction yellow. Beloving pink.”

Guðrún was the only aura reader of the coven. Ancient wisdom gave her additional senses.

“But now. As you stand. Green turning bad. Not yet deception. Something concealed.”

Don’t break eye contact.

Don’t hold your breath.

Don’t roll over and show your soft belly.

“Too many. Too many hues. What is concealed… It is a… void. Not black, but a vacuum.”

Guðrún’s gaze trailed down to where Eddie was in your pocket. She couldn’t see him, but she could see the empty space around him where an aura should be.

Sally had figured it out the night before. The way you sat, careful of the way your jacket draped over body. Other physical cues. It was that, and that she just knew you. You’d never be parted from Eddie again. She kept the secret from her sister.

Gillian worked it out only then, following Guðrún’s line of sight. “You couldn’t unhex him completely? He returned to the bat form?” she asked you, stepping closer, ignoring the coven’s growing sense of anger and terror.

You said nothing.

She narrowed her eyes. “No. You did. But… This is how you got him through the gate… A trick of form?”

Realisation rippled outwards. For a moment, curiosity and anxiety were radiating from the coven in equal measures.

“If it is good, such a well behaved creature, then show us,” Abby called.

“He is not a show dog, Abigail,” you spat at her.

“Obviously not a dog. A bat. You’ve always had a penchant for the poetic. It’s a bit on the nose though,”

“Shut the fuck up, Abby,” Kelsey growled.

A strange sort of anticipatory silence fell across the hall. You knew what they were all waiting for.

…

1986, a few days earlier

“It smells nice,” Eddie commented.

He was sitting on the couch behind you. You’d dragged your coffee table altar closer to it, so you could sit between his legs on the floor and do your work.

“It’s the sage. You always say something when there’s sage.”

Your protection spell for Eddie had been finished, but in the eleventh hour, you had a stroke of inspiration.

The potion was a total risk. It was more guesswork than witchcraft. Almost a Hail Mary. You’d probably be throwing up into the mix out of stress if Eddie wasn’t gently playing with your hair.

It was symbiosis. He liked to have his hands on you. You liked his nails on your scalp. Everyone was kept sedated.

“It’s a good idea, my love,” Eddie told you, again.

“In theory,”

“And in practice. It will work.”

…

1986, a few days later

You knew what they were all waiting for.

“Remember that what you put into the world comes back tenfold,” you warned.

After one last look to Kelsey for support, you reached into your jacket and scooped Eddie up. While keeping your hand touching your chest, you uncurled your fingers to reveal the small bat.

Mostly, the witches were underwhelmed. Some, confused.

“Turn it back,” a voice from somewhere in the crowd said.

“Again. He is not a fucking show dog,” you sneered.

“Then how do we know it’s not dangerous?” Abby asked. “Who says as soon as it’s back in its vampire form, it won’t try to kill us all?”

She’s a good witch, you reminded yourself. A good witch. Part of your coven. But every family has the shit-stirring little sister that could stand to be brought down a peg or two. Alas, it was not the time nor place.

“Me,” you answered.

“And me,” Kelsey added.

“If you come pleading for absolution, the condition of an introduction is not too great an ask,” Guðrún declared. “If it is not a monster, then a meeting should pose no challenge,”

“The challenge doesn’t lie with me. It is with the coven,” you told her.

“You fear violence,”

“Yes. Should I not? Can you tell me all the colours emanating around us are peaceful blues? I know you see red and black and midnight tones. Why shouldn’t I fear this?”

Guðrún studied your face, briefly read the room. Before she could say anything else, and before Abby could move things along with a tug of a string, you let yourself really feel the fear. You wanted to puke.

“I have everything to lose,” you said, voice cracking. Eddie’s tiny little bat hands clung to your shirt, your hands shielding him still. “I am entirely prepared to lose my place here. And, you know what happens to a covenless witch. I have spent weeks agonising over this. All the possible outcomes. Yet here I fucking am. Telling you, all of you, what I did. What I did wrong. Why I did it. Telling you that I was stupid and I feel embarrassed. But that I was in love. That I am in love. That I was hurt in an immeasurable way. But I have found a way from there to here, and that means something. It is worth something.”

Everybody was silent.

It was always going to come to this.

Turning to Kelsey, she pre-empted your request, casting darkness over the windows, then heading out the hall.

“His name is Eddie. Edward. He was twenty when he was turned. It was 1586. He had no choice. He’s almost finished The Lord of the Rings. He helps me forage. He does housework… Eddie has a list of cats throughout history he thinks are cool. His favourite is Unsinkable Sam… He’s… He’s not what you think he is.”

Still, nobody said anything.

Kelsey reappeared at your side, holding out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.  Taking them, you turned your back on the coven, standing close enough to Kels that you formed a small partition. Your teeth were trying to chatter, nervous energy screaming to get out of you.

Please. Please. Please.

You didn’t know who you were praying to.

You said the words, Eddie appeared.

The silence became a living thing. It ate up gasps and giggles. Words and wind.

Eddie dressed quickly, but not too quickly. No vampire speed. No sudden movements. He looked you dead in the eye, your reflection in that deep darkness. Hand in hand, you stepped to reveal him to your coven.

There was not a single face of indifference.

Becoming hyper-aware of everything in your surroundings, you first focussed on Sally and Gillian. Their slumped postures. Deep set frowns. Resignation. No threat.

Abby’s fast and shallow breathing. Blown pupils.

Guðrún was squinting so hard you could barely see her eyes. She could will it all she wanted, there was no aura to read. She had no better insight than you. Than any of the others. It made her feel powerless, but in that was grace. If she had no better vantage point, her vote meant nothing more. She ceded. 

The grief was written all over Sara’s face as she moved silently through the coven. You stepped in front of Eddie, held a hand out to her.

“Bug, wait,” you asked. Sara – Bug – who you used to spend hours drying and pressing flowers with. Preserving colour and beauty. Happy in each other’s company.   

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore,” Sara snapped. “You walked by our side for centuries, but by a single moonlit night you betrayed us?”

“Sara-”

“No. She died in my arms… You were there. You tried to stitch her together. But her skin was too shredded. Too much blood loss. They ripped her apart and now… Now this?”

Sara’s grandmother was older than Guðrún but perished at the hands of Eddie’s colony. You had tried to heal her. Save her. There hadn’t been any hope though.

Sara’s hand moved in her pocket and you became acutely aware of why she had not said anything earlier. She hadn’t been in the room. Sara had disappeared and filled her pockets with the death dust. Most witches had stored theirs away, the need gone. Not Sara. Not ever.

She moved fast, her palms flung open and a deep breath out pushing dust up and at Eddie with supernatural speed and force. It would only take a single flake of it to kill him.

It all happened in an instant. The magic hit the border of the protection spell and Sara was showered in the dust, as if she had been the intended target. Simultaneously, Eddie hissed, an innate and unconscious reaction to an attack. And you grabbed him by the arm and yanked him backward, putting space between him and the coven.

Everyone froze, processing your warning of tenfold and the events that had transpired.

Tears streamed down Sara’s face. “You’re choosing him over us?”

Abby walked to her, wrapped an arm around her waist. “Bug,” she said softly.

“I’m asking to not have to choose,” you tried to explain.

Sara wasn’t listening, not to you, not to Abby, who was whispering something to her. Distracted by this, you did not see Alexis.

Alexis did not come for death. She came for pain. She held a dagger made from carnelian, steel, and crocodile scales. She drove the dagger through the air, but hit the spell border just as the death dust had. The spell was a mirror, it would reverse the magic back to sender.

Alexis’ blade spun from her hands and glided too quickly at her. It aimed for her heart, as she had aimed for Eddie’s. Its trajectory would have seen it plunge through her ribcage’s gaps and into her still-beating heart. If Alexis died, it would all be over.

But Eddie was there.

He moved in a blink and caught Alexis with one arm, holding her safely. His other grabbed the dagger, letting it slice through the side of the hand so he could catch it mid-air. The room held its breath. Alexis’ green eyes were wide and set on Eddie. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t pull herself from Eddie’s embrace.

“I mean you no harm,” he murmured quietly, just to her. “And I like your freckles.”

Eddie let Alexis go; she stumbled a few steps before steadying herself. He moved slowly again, turning to the coven and dropping the dagger, letting it clang against the floorboards.

You rushed to him, throwing your arms around him. “Are you okay?” Looking down, Eddie had already healed from the blade. You held him tightly. He closed his eyes and melted into you.

The witches watched. Some submerged in waves of grief, some choking on anger. Some could smell honeysuckle, a sure sign of true love. Others felt a ripple of change, their skin prickling with goosebumps.

You looked to the coven.

“This is… too much. It’s too much for me. And for each of you… But it’s done…” You shook your head, then shrugged. “I just… I don’t know… We have been guided by so many forces. By what we learn. By fate, and life, and death. By the systems of morality we take from the humans. By each other. And I don’t know what’s really right. So, I’ll make my own meaning now. It’s… yeah, it’s been working. What I’ve done in Hawkins. It is good. There’s good to be done there…”

It was resonating. Ev, Meg, and Hailey. Ash, Mel, and Kelsey. More and more witches, lost in a liminal space of post-purpose. What did it mean to be a witch without a goal? What did it mean to be a woman in 1986?

Eddie watched you. I will diminish, and go into the West and remain Galadriel, the book echoed in his head. You held yourself with the same loveliness as Galadriel. Not always, but now.

“I’m going back. Maybe I’ll stay there. Maybe I’ll find somewhere else that needs help. But I don’t belong here anymore. And, maybe that’s okay. Maybe it will… it will be okay…”

As your thoughts trailed off, you met Abby’s gaze. She nodded once, a promise that you would be left alone. You nodded back, then looked for Guðrún. She had already left, putting faith in the youth of the coven.

Some of the witches began to leave the hall. You had no way of knowing who you had hurt and if you would ever be forgiven, but you were willing to pay the price of that shame to keep Eddie.

Kelsey was the first to come to you. “I’m coming with you,” she announced fearlessly.

“Me too,” echoed Mel.

The others stepped up, nodding.

“You don’t have to do this,” you told them.

“And you don’t get to tell us what to do,” Meg replied.

“You’re right. Maybe you don’t belong here. But maybe you’re not the only one,” Ev said.

A deep exhaustion was taking over. Your energy was draining into the protection spell, the mirrored bubble around Eddie took so much of your magic to keep intact. All you had in you to do was nod. You’d argue with them another day.

“Hi,” from Ash then. She grinned at Eddie.

“Hi,” he replied, flashing her a trademark smile. He took your hand. “I, ah, look forward to meeting you all. But I believe it might be best if I depart. For now,”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Do you wanna go ahead? I know this looks like a truce but it feels more like a stalemate. I’ll be on the road in a few hours... Sic fiat,” and the bat swirled through the air and out the open door. He flew up, up, up, until the wards of the coven were far below him.

Eddie covered miles of Catskills quickly, before finding a nice tree to huddle in, awaiting your arrival.

“You’re leaving already?” Kelsey asked.

“You don’t have to go right away,” Hailey told you.

“I’m causing more sorrow than joy being here. It’s not fair on the others,”

“What happened wasn’t fair to you,” Mel pointed out.

“I know. But… This isn’t black and white… But I’m kind of tired… Meg… Any cinnamon rolls ready? You know, for the road?”

You sat with your sisters, drinking tea and eating baked goods. They told you about their lives, about what the past few months had looked like for them. And while none of it was on the same scale as Henry Creel and revived vampires, you realised you were not alone.

When you imagined the path forward, you were always holding Eddie’s hand. You were the only witch walking though. However, all it took to build a coven was a couple of witches with overlapping notions of love, magic, and morality. Maybe there was room for more.

End Note: Thank you to @jo-harrington for teaching me about the very real Hedy Lamarr. If you don't know about her, she is absolutely worth a Google.

To the newest additions to the coven - @munson-blurbs and @littlesubbyflower. Thank you for being the face of objection.

And, to anyone that loves Catfish and the Bottlemen as much as I do... I had to do it. Hopefully, it wasn't too cringe lmaoooooo.

Grimoire is updated.

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[crystallizedtwilight]

Have there been emotional moments between LB? Or Lock or Barrel being sad? Is there possible to see more fluff with them? Love your art of Lock and Barrel together.

below the cut!

Aside from the general trauma bonding that took place whilst living in fear of Boogie, there fortunately haven’t been too many sad days after Boogie is gone. There is only one of major note, which wasn’t between Lock and Barrel, but rather Lock and Shock:

The biggest meltdown Lock ever had was when Shock started coven studies.

He had an extremely difficult time when Shock announced she was going to start spending a few days a month with the coven, learning from the more experienced witches in town and improving her magic. For Shock, this was a matter of bettering herself, a dream she needed to pursue to feel happy and fulfilled. However, Lock was mortified, feeling like she was abandoning them or breaking their trio in some way.

He hated the idea of “sharing” her with outsiders. He also couldn’t relate to Shock reaching out for help from others (something he finds incredibly difficult to do). He had a very firm Us vs. The World attitude that saw him through his younger days, and he couldn't fathom the idea that his friends might be open to letting others assist. He was angry with her, purposefully starting irrelevant arguments, and when she had to leave for a week to study a moon ritual they ended things on bad terms. Barrel could see how distressed he was and tried to comfort him: 

“She’s not ditching us, Lock. She just…has a dream she’s got to follow.”

“Yeah? Well if feels fucking shitty being second best to that dream.” 

“It’s not like that. She still cares about us. She just cares about this, too.” 

“I don’t get it! I always thought all we needed was each other! But I guess…”

Lock’s whole expression fell at his own realization, brow furrowed, gold eyes brimming with tears as he stared unseeingly at the floor,

“…I-I guess the only person who needed this was me.”

“Lock…” 

“Are you gonna leave, too?” Lock’s voice was small and hurt, strained with the struggle not to cry. Naturally, Barrel pulled him into a hug, holding him almost too tightly to steady Lock’s shaking as the tears started.

“No, I’m not leaving you. Never.” 

Lock sobbed a lot that week and every night he slept in Barrel’s room because he couldn’t be alone.

When Shock returned from her retreat, Barrel pulled her aside and let her know that Lock was really broken up about all of this and that is why he was being so irritable with her lately.

Completely surprised by this, Shock decided to take a gentler approach. She found Lock on the roof and sat beside him so they could have a heart-to-heart. 

“I’m not leaving for good, you know.”

“You can do whatever you want. I don’t care,” Lock said, knees pulled to his chest, arms crossed over them, avoiding eye contact.

Instead of initiating another fight, Shock understood the issue better now, seeing Lock’s insecurities on full display.

“You and Barrel are always gonna be my best friends, you know that, right?”

Lock was silent. 

“Having several dreams doesn’t mean choosing between them. I’m not leaving because I don’t like you guys, I’m leaving because I want to like me more. I want to be proud of myself, you know? Live up to my full potential. And you guys are a part of that, even if we’re not together every second.”

“So, you’ll still be around, right? You won’t decide you like them more than us one day and stop coming back to the treehouse?”

“Hey, someone’s gotta keep you in line. I’m the leader of the group, after all!” Shock said, brightly.

“I’m the leader.”

“Birds of a feather?” Shock offered.

“Now and forever.” Lock echoed with a small smile.

[saltylandland]

You don’t mess with food!

David gets an appropriate reaction from his shenanigans.

The past couple of days have been a whirlwind for this vampire coven. Not only did their sire and half bat seem to fixate on the newest arrivals to their Santa Carla, but the boys have also since found their mate in one of the three Emerson siblings. Funny how fate works like that.

After being given the green light from Max, the boys have been successful at luring both you and your brother Michael to the cave. Although, most of that credit would go to Star really. Michael follows her around the boardwalk like a man possessed, and their sweet little mate, all too entertained by the situation at hand, follows after.

Unfortunately that entertainment didn’t last long.

Seemingly having more of a backbone than their brother, which was fair considering there was no pretty girl on the line, they didn’t hesitate to respond negatively to the hazing. Smacking the shit out of both Michael and David for putting their lives, as well as theirs and Stars, on the line for a pissing contest.

Unfortunately neither David nor the rest of the boys considered how much their mate was willing to tolerate, liking their reactions too much to let up.

It all came to a head when Marko brought the rice over. Having relaxed a bit after smoking most of Paul’s blunt, something that would usually be a death sentence for anyone else, they let Paul drag them onto his lap, his hands tapping happily against their sides.

After bulking at Paul’s dining habits, you go to join your brother on the couch. As you approach you couldn’t help but notice movement in Michael’s food, they were, they were maggots?!?

You screeched at your brother, and after looking at his food, he went to spit out the food while you slapped his back before he could choke. All around you there were jeers and laughter, with a reddening face you pointed at the discarded rice box only to find just rice spilled on the ground.

Your fury was only heightened as David claims ‘no hard feelings, hm?’

No hard feelings?!?

If you weren’t fed up enough, David goes to offer noodles, which were worms, adding more laughter and jeering. With that you threw your hands up and proclaimed ’fuck this’ and you stormed out of the cave.

The boys really didn’t like the sound of finality in your voice.

—

With a nonchalant nod, Marko practically sprints after you, after giving over the wine. All of them were collectively unnerved by your absence. But right now, David couldn’t afford ruining the mood, having to finish the task given to him by his Sire. He assures himself that you just need time to cool off, despite the nagging anxiety in his chest.

It was almost laughable how easy it was to get Michael to drink the blood, in comparison to their mate. But, David mused, at least he seems to be easy to adapt and conform. That was a good sign as a potential coven member.

Bringing the wine to his lips, David goads Michael on. ‘Drink it’

‘David, they’re actually leaving’

Michael hesitates, so David goads him on further, starting to chant with his brothers.

‘David! They won’t listen to me! They’re really mad!’

Star tells him that it’s blood, he casts her a sharp glance, almost ready to finally break his resolve and force feed Michael the damn wine.

‘DAVID’

Luckily, Michael shrugs her off. Drinking from the wine eagerly. The celebration is uncharacteristically short, but seemingly a lightweight, Michael barely noticed. Passing him off to Star, she reads the situation and leads him away from the main cave.

Paul and Dwayne are out before David could leave, but he doesn’t hesitate to scramble after them.

Finding his mate arguing with Marko was as bizarre as one would think. Having the biggest temper out of all of them, Marko would usually shoot back guns blazing. But instead he looks like a panicked, kicked puppy. Seemingly knowing how grave their situation is. You were arguing with no one, Marko reduced to pleas that went on deaf ears.

Yelling your head off “fuck off!!! you don’t fuck with food!”

Immediately, the boys' heads whip to David and an underlying blame being cast to David as they look at him with an iciness they never would have before. It was getting increasingly obvious that if he didn’t do something drastic soon, he’ll be losing both his mate and his coven (or at least their respect).

Walking up to you, who was still raving, he tried his best to give a sincere apology, something he didn’t think he'd done since his heart was still beating.

[zapreportsblog]

Yandere Jane and Alec Volturi and older sister.

❝family ties❞

✭ pairing : yandere jane volturi x unnamed reader x yandere alec volturi

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : jane and alec are possessive over their only remaining family member but it’s becoming too much and she wants to leave, unfortunately they won’t let that happen.

✭ twilight masterlist 2

Within the ancient and mysterious halls of the Volturi castle, the air was heavy with a sense of foreboding. In the heart of the coven's ruling family, there existed a sinister trio of siblings - Jane, Alec, and their older sister, whose name was seldom whispered in the castle's shadowed corridors.

Jane and Alec, the infamous twins with their eerie abilities, were known throughout the vampire world for their cruelty and devotion to Aro's cause. Their yandere tendencies had turned them into merciless enforcers, but their obsession with their older sister was an open secret among the Volturi.

Their older sister, whose name had long been erased from official records, was a shadowy figure within the coven. She had once been a fierce protector of her younger siblings, but something had gone horribly wrong. She had become their obsession, the object of their darkest desires.

Jane's obsession with her older sister was rooted in a twisted need for approval and attention. She would go to great lengths to please her, often using her painful gift to torment those who dared to oppose their family. The thought of anyone coming between her and her sister filled Jane with a burning rage that knew no bounds.

Alec, on the other hand, was equally obsessed but expressed his devotion in a more subtle manner. He used his power to create an aura of irresistible attraction around their sister, making it impossible for anyone to resist her. He was always lurking in the shadows, ready to eliminate anyone who posed a threat to their sibling bond.

Their older sister, aware of their intense fixation on her, walked a delicate tightrope. She had lost herself in the dangerous dance of her siblings' affections, fearing both their relentless devotion and their unpredictable wrath.

As the days turned into years, the Volturi castle became a dark and twisted labyrinth of desire and obsession. The siblings' bond, once built on love and loyalty, had warped into a tangled web of possessiveness and torment. And within this volatile family dynamic, the older sister remained trapped, a pawn in their relentless game of yandere devotion.

The Volturi castle, shrouded in secrecy, concealed the dark drama that unfolded within its ancient walls. The older sister walked a treacherous path, constantly balancing her siblings' affections while trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy within the coven. Her own desires and dreams had long been sacrificed on the altar of her family's obsessions.

Jane's yandere tendencies became more pronounced with each passing day. She'd seek moments alone with her older sister, her eyes a mix of desperation and possessiveness. "You know you're the only one who truly understands me," she'd whisper, her voice laced with a chilling sincerity.

Alec's influence was equally potent. He'd subtly manipulate situations to ensure his sister's undivided attention. Those who dared to approach her too closely found themselves inexplicably drawn away, as if caught in an invisible web of his making.

Amidst the chaos of their twisted dynamics, the older sister found solace in fleeting moments of clarity. She longed for the sibling bond they once shared, the laughter and camaraderie that had been lost to their obsessions. But breaking free from her siblings' grasp seemed impossible; any attempt to distance herself was met with unfathomable anger and cruelty.

The Volturi coven, under Aro's rule, remained oblivious to the storm brewing within their ruling family. The older sister's pain and desperation remained hidden beneath her stoic facade, as she struggled to navigate the treacherous waters of her siblings' yandere love.

As time marched on, the older sister faced an agonizing decision. She could continue to be a pawn in her siblings' twisted game, or she could attempt to break free and forge her own path, even if it meant defying the Volturi's most formidable enforcers. But with every passing day, the cost of such a decision grew increasingly steep, and the fate of the Volturi siblings hung in the balance, suspended between love and obsession, loyalty and betrayal.

The tension within the Volturi castle grew more palpable with each passing night. The older sister's inner turmoil had reached a breaking point, caught between her siblings' yandere love and her own desire for freedom and autonomy.

Jane's obsession had escalated to alarming levels. She'd often corner her sister in secluded chambers, her crimson eyes filled with a manic devotion. "You can't leave me," she'd whisper, her voice tinged with desperation. Her power, once a means of protecting their family, had become a weapon of torment, a tool she used to ensure her sister's compliance.

Alec's influence remained insidious, his power constantly at work to keep their sister within his orbit. His manipulations extended beyond their immediate interactions, subtly controlling her relationships with other members of the coven. Anyone who showed her kindness or friendship found themselves inexplicably drawn away, isolated and alone.

Despite their overwhelming presence, the older sister yearned for a sense of agency in her life. She longed to be free from her siblings' suffocating grip, to explore the world beyond the Volturi castle. But the fear of their wrath held her back, like an invisible chain that bound her to her yandere siblings.

One fateful night, as the moon cast eerie shadows through the castle's corridors, the older sister decided to take a bold step. She gathered her courage and confronted Jane and Alec in the grand hall, her voice trembling but resolute.

"I can't live like this anymore," she declared, her gaze shifting between her obsessed siblings. "I need my own life, my own choices."

The twins' reactions were immediate and intense. Jane's eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a snarl. "You belong to us," she hissed, her power crackling in the air. "You can't abandon your family."

Alec's expression remained eerily calm, but his voice held a chilling undercurrent of threat. "Think carefully, dear sister," he murmured. "Are you willing to risk everything for a taste of freedom?"

The older sister's heart raced, torn between the love she once had for her siblings and the burning desire to break free from their yandere grasp. Her decision would have profound consequences, not only for herself but for the Volturi coven as a whole. As the castle's ancient walls seemed to close in around her, she knew that the path she chose would shape her destiny in ways she could scarcely imagine.

The grand hall of the Volturi castle seemed to hold its breath as the older sister stood her ground, her resolve wavering under the weight of her siblings' intense gazes. In that pivotal moment, she felt the echoes of their shared past and the cruel reality of their present obsessions.

Jane's power crackled, ready to be unleashed in a storm of agony. The older sister knew that defying her would come at a painful cost, yet the yearning for autonomy burned brighter within her.

Alec's subtle manipulations were equally potent, but his influence extended beyond the confines of his power. He had always been the calm strategist, and his words carried a chilling warning that lingered in the air.

The older sister took a step forward, her voice shaking but determined. "I love you both, but this isn't love anymore. It's possession, and I can't allow it to consume me."

Jane's fury erupted like a tempest, her power sweeping toward her sister. But before it could make contact, a firm hand grasped her arm, halting her attack. Aro, the ancient leader of the Volturi, had arrived, his eyes reflecting an odd mix of curiosity and concern.

"Enough, my dear Jane," Aro said, his voice silencing the room. "Let us hear what our sister has to say."

The older sister's heart pounded as she explained her yearning for independence, for a life beyond the walls of the Volturi castle. Aro, ever the astute observer, considered her words carefully.

"Family loyalty is paramount, my child," Aro finally replied, his tone measured. "But so is personal growth and happiness. Perhaps it's time for a compromise."

Aro's words hung in the air, a ray of hope amidst the darkness of the Volturi's obsessions. The older sister couldn't believe her ears—could there truly be a way to find balance between her love for her siblings and her desire for freedom?

As the Volturi coven watched in anticipation, the fate of the siblings hung in the balance, teetering between the crushing weight of yandere obsession and the possibility of a new, more balanced future.

[sapphic-book-tournament]

This Poison Heart by Kalynn Bayron-

When Briseis's aunt dies and wills her a dilapidated estate in rural New York, Bri and her parents decide to leave Brooklyn behind for the summer. Hopefully there, surrounded by plants and flowers, Bri will finally learn to control her gift. But their new home is sinister in ways they could never have imagined--it comes with a specific set of instructions, an old-school apothecary, and a walled garden filled with the deadliest botanicals in the world that can only be entered by those who share Bri's unique family lineage.

When strangers begin to arrive on their doorstep, asking for tinctures and elixirs, Bri learns she has a surprising talent for creating them. One of the visitors is Marie, a mysterious young woman who Bri befriends, only to find that Marie is keeping dark secrets about the history of the estate and its surrounding community. There is more to Bri's sudden inheritance than she could have imagined, and she is determined to uncover it . . . until a nefarious group comes after her in search of a rare and dangerous immortality elixir. Up against a centuries-old curse and the deadliest plant on earth, Bri must harness her gift to protect herself and her family.

These Witches Don’t Burn by Isabel Sterling-

Hannah's a witch, but not the kind you're thinking of. She's the real deal, an Elemental with the power to control fire, earth, water, and air. But even though she lives in Salem, Massachusetts, her magic is a secret she has to keep to herself. If she's ever caught using it in front of a Reg (read: non-witch), she could lose it. For good. So, Hannah spends most of her time avoiding her ex-girlfriend (and fellow Elemental Witch) Veronica, hanging out with her best friend, and working at the Fly by Night Cauldron selling candles and crystals to tourists, goths, and local Wiccans.

But dealing with her ex is the least of Hannah's concerns when a terrifying blood ritual interrupts the end-of-school-year bonfire. Evidence of dark magic begins to appear all over Salem, and Hannah's sure it's the work of a deadly Blood Witch. The issue is, her coven is less than convinced, forcing Hannah to team up with the last person she wants to see: Veronica.

While the pair attempt to smoke out the Blood Witch at a house party, Hannah meets Morgan, a cute new ballerina in town. But trying to date amid a supernatural crisis is easier said than done, and Hannah will have to test the limits of her power if she's going to save her coven and get the girl, especially when the attacks on Salem's witches become deadlier by the day.

[gisellelx]

Twilight Advent Calendar, Day 10

Masterpost/Prompts

Dec. 10 - Pick one of the witnesses in Breaking Dawn. What was it like for them to stay at the Cullens' home for those two weeks? Who did they spend time with?

"Revolutionaries"

(~1300 words)

There was no question about it.

Carlisle’s family was weird.

He’d met them before, but in passing. Now, surrounded, Garrett understood that the meetings had been in the woods, on street corners, at night, not because that was normal for Carlisle’s coven, but for his benefit. He had heard Carlisle say the words “home” and call the rangy redhead his son, but it just hadn’t registered. He thought it was just language, that his old friend was making himself feel better about the state of affairs he lived in. But it wasn’t.

They had a goddamn Christmas tree. When it had been suggested that he go to the Cullen home, Garrett had assumed he’d find a coven playacting. Staying out of the way of the Volturi. Hiding from humankind. And surely, surely there couldn’t be seven of them as perfect in their records as Carlisle.

But, no, here they were. Half a dozen bedrooms, closets with clothes that weren’t purloined from victims. Carlisle, nerd that he was, had a whole fucking library on the second floor, with books he’d been toting for two centuries. Five bathrooms—for what? And a kitchen. Well, that was, oddly, going to use.

Garrett could hear her, humming to herself as she buzzed around, again making some sort of something for the werewolves who were sleeping on the doorstep, and realized he recognized the tune. Penny Lane.

Yep, he needed air.

There was a figure already on the porch when he exited, and even if the scent hadn’t registered before his eyes did, he’d have recognized the silhouette anywhere. The shoulders were slumped in a way that reminded Garrett of two hundred twenty years ago. The body of a man trying to convince himself he was happy, when he wasn’t.

“This is some endeavor, English,” he said, and the head whipped around. Garrett laughed. “Did I startle you?” Absurd.

A long sigh. “Oh, perhaps I was somewhat aware.” The face broke into a tired smile. “I’m just out here cogitating.”

Garrett cocked his head. “You do you know you sound like the most horrible snob when you use words like that.”

This, thankfully, elicited a smile. “Noted. What brings you outdoors?”

“Your woman was singing the Beatles; I had to escape.”

A questioning frown.

“I didn’t care for the first British invasion. I like the second even less.”

His friend’s bark of a laugh was familiar. Garrett grinned in return, and then joined Carlisle at his side, leaning against the thick railing.

“I will say, however, that her taste in music aside, Esme is quite the—”

“Garrett.”

“—lovely woman is what I was going to say,” he finished sweetly, flashing Carlisle a wide smile. His friend shook his head, rolling his eyes, but then they met gazes and Carlisle smirked. Both of them began laughing.

“I am a lucky man; I won’t deny it.”

“Hell yes you are, you bastard.” He punched Carlisle in the shoulder, and Carlisle looked down shyly, a wry smile playing on his face. “And here I thought you were going to go all eternity without ever doing the deed.”

Another laugh. “Truthfully? So did I.”

The moonlight glinted off Carlisle’s hair as they both fell into companionable silence again. They looked enough alike to pass as brothers; it had been something Garrett had liked all those centuries ago. Even though Carlisle was his elder by a century and then some, he had always struck Garrett as naïve. His hope, his steadfast confidence that if he just did things his way, it would all turn out right and well. It was as admirable as it was ridiculous.

And yet it was working.

Garrett didn’t have to work hard to make out the individual conversations going on in the expansive living room as he and Carlisle stared together out into the forest. The sisters—also gorgeous, talking with the Spanish woman. Her mate, locked in a quiet talk with Carlisle’s son. The weird kid, with her even weirder name, reading to her mother while Carlisle’s blonde daughter interjected every now and again. The lawn behind the house twinkled in color from the tree and the lights that went up the banister in the big room; the shadows cast by the roaring fire danced playfully across the porch.

“You succeeded,” he said finally.

“Mmm?”

He gestured widely at the house behind them. “You succeeded. At this. I thought you were bereft of your senses, with that diet and the doctor thing and everything but…you did it.” He turned, leaning against the rail. “Family life suits you. I don’t know why I am surprised.”

Carlisle made a noise somewhere between a snort and a laugh. “It’s not easy. At times, I envy your freedom.” He turned back to Garrett. “I wasn’t out here merely cogi—thinking. I was worrying, while Edward isn’t paying attention. I’m worried about Alice and Jasper, and I’m worried about Renesmee, and I’m worried what that will do to Bella, and what any of this will do to Edward. And then all of you…”

Garrett clapped a hand on Carlisle’s shoulder. “We chose to come. You can’t take that on.”

The brow furrowed again. “I feel responsible.”

“That’s your problem, not anyone else’s. No one is going to hold you responsible for”—he gestured widely in the direction of the field where the clairvoyant had indicated they would need to be—“whatever goes on out there. You’re responsible for this. This gathering. These friends. This…family. This is what you worry about. This is what you can control.”

They both glanced back in the doors. Someone had turned on Christmas music. The Spanish woman was slow dancing with her mate. One of the sisters—the prettier one—had accepted the offer of a a Santa hat. Muffled laughter. The sound of crackling, and the earthen scent of a fresh log beginning to burn.

“And which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit,” Carlisle muttered.

“Huh?”

This elicited another chuckle. “The twelfth chapter of Luke, you heathen.” He grinned. “But it’s a welcome reminder. Thank you.”

The Bible. Of course. That hadn’t changed, either. Garrett stared. Carlisle’s expression seemed to have softened; the strange, amber eyes glowed differently. The two of them stared out into the blackness of the night, the moon glinting off the river so close to the house. They listened to this; the way the water pounded against what must have been much larger rocks further north, where the elevation was even higher, before coming whooshing through the woods behind the stately home.

It was a long while before Garrett got the eerie feeling of being watched. He turned back toward the hulking French doors. Esme standing there, her head cocked, her arms crossed over her chest.

“There’s a beautiful woman looking for you, English,” Garrett said, nudging Carlisle in the ribs.

Carlisle turned. “So there is.” He beckoned, and the door opened a crack as Esme leaned out.

“Your granddaughter wants to say goodnight,” she called. “They’re going back over to the cottage in a few minutes.”

Your granddaughter, Garrett mouthed. The words still felt strange on his lips.

Carlisle didn’t miss this. “It is amazing, isn’t it?”

Garrett stared back at the door. “Like I said. It suits you.” He nodded in the direction of Carlisle’s wife. “Go. Stop worrying. At least for the night.”

In the same instant that Carlisle nodded, he was at his wife’s side. He put his arm around her waist, and she tipped her chin up so that their lips met. It looked…familiar. Garrett watched the way their gazes followed each other’s, the way a hand around the waist slipped slowly over hips to become a hand in another hand. The way she smiled up at him. The blur of knee-high blue that was the little girl streaking across the living room for his knees. The way he lifted her into the air and how she giggled and squeaked as he tossed her before settling her, one-armed, onto his hip. That even amidst the worry, his face lit up as he pressed his nose to hers and she put her palm to his cheek.

He had thought Carlisle boring. Naïve. Even deluded. I envy your freedom, he heard his friend’s voice echo in his head.

But as he listened to the laughter on the other side of the door, and watched the way the colored lights played off the planes of his friend’s face, Garrett wondered if freedom was really all Carlisle imagined it was cracked up to be.

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Note: A more modern translation of Luke 12:25 reads “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?” (NRSV). But I feel confident that if Carlisle is going to quote the Bible, it’s the 1611 KJV that he has in mind.

[emmarobertsslut]

Can you make a hurt-comfort Madison Montgomery x fem reader fan fic? Im really sorry im not sure if you’ve wrote one already

You’re perfect the way you are

Madison Montgomery x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Hurt/insecurities

Request: Yes and No

Summary: After a rude comment from Queenie about the relationship between you and Madison, she brings down the blonde and make her feel like she truly isn’t good enough for you.

You were out grocery shopping with Cordelia, Zoe and Nan. It was around noon and Madison was by herself until you got back.

Madison curses herself for not going with you, because now she has to spend her time with her coven frenemy.

So, she walks towards the couch and snags the remote out of Queenie’s hand before sitting down. Changing the chanel because who’d wanna watch cooking shows at this hour.

“Hey! I was watching that.” Queenie snaps, already fed up with the blonde’s behavior. “Too bad, bitch. You should be thanking me, staring at the food on the television will only make you even more hungrier than usual.” Madison smirks as Queenie glares at her.

“You’re such a little bitch, Montgomery. How (Y/n), a kind soul, dates someone like you will forever be a mystery to this coven.” Madison frowns, did anyone in the coven think that about your guy’s relationship?

Her hand clenches around the remote and hot tears form at the brim of her eyes, but she won’t let them fall. Not in front of her. She stands up and throws the remote at the wall, essentially breaking it in two pieces and storms out the room. Ignoring Queenie’s yells for her to come back and fix the remote.

Her hands grow shaky as she rushes to your room, tears running down her face, ruining her mascara in the process.

It wasn’t the first time Madison had heard a comment about you and her, yet every time somebody made a remark about Madison being a bitch it upset her.

She would do anything for you. Maybe she isn’t good enough for you, she can’t help but think that Queenie is right.

She throws on one of your pink sweatshirts and slams the door shut with her magic, also locking it. Madison curls up into your bed and cries. Wishing for you to get back already.

-

About half an hour passed by and you, Cordelia, Zoe and Nan are back from shopping. You quickly help them put away the groceries and make your way around the house, looking for your beautiful girlfriend.

When you step into the sitting area, Queenie has an angry look on her face, playing any game on her phone that she can find interesting.

You step over the broken remote and talk to Queenie, “What happened?” Queenie scoffs, “Your stupid girlfriend happened. Walked down stairs snatched the remote out of my hand, handed me some insults, then got all pissy when I brought up how you are sweet and she isn’t. Threw the remote at me and ran.”

You narrow your eyes at Queenie. You knew how sensitive Madison was when other people talked about the obvious differences in your relationship.

Making your way upstairs, you knock on your door, “Madison. It’s me. Open the door.” You wait a few seconds, before Madison unlocks the door.

She doesn’t even bother glancing at you. You take in her appearance, Messed up makeup, puffy eyes and she’s wearing your sweatshirt. A sign of comfort.

“Oh Madi.” You mutter, laying underneath the covers with her. Facing your body towards her, she reluctantly turns towards you.

“You know, who cares if Queenie or Zoe or anyone really, has something to say about our relationship. In the end, we get to decide what’s best for us.” You brush some of her blond hair and tuck it behind her ear.

She smiles slightly and nods, “I just want to be the best version of myself for you. I get I can be bitchy, but I try.”

You kiss her lips, shortly. “I love you Madison. With your attitude, with your imperfections. I don’t want them. Only you.” Her once small smile turns into a bigger one, she cups your face and gives you little kisses all over.

“I love you so much (Y/n). I’d die for you.” She pulls you closer and rests her head on your chest, listening to your heart beating slowly. You continuously brush her hair softly with your fingers.

You both relish in the beautiful moment.

[hahafixon]

Ateez Reaction ~ They're Vampires

Summary: This is my take of what it would be like if Ateez were vampires. Just a reminder, a coven is where the vampires live and a hive is a family of vampires.

Pairing: Ateez X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2861

Warning: Minor blood warning. Nothing too bad.

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Taglist: @foxwinter @maeleelee @mxnsxngie @kpop-will-kill-me

Kim Hongjoong

Your fidgeting fingers should have tipped him off right away to what you were about to ask. Nevertheless, he dumbly asked, “What’s wrong, love?”

“Hongjoong, I was thinking.” You mumbled, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Love, you can tell me anything.” He assured you.

You sighed before saying. “I want to become a vampire.”

He blinked in shock, unsure of what to say. “Pardon?”

Sitting next to him, you explained. “You know I love you very much, with my whole heart and soul and everything. And you love me just as much-”

“More.” He added, smiling affectionately.

A sincere smile found its way onto your face before you turned serious again. “And believe me when I say this was not an easy decision to get to. I’ve thought about this for almost a year now.”

He sighed, taking your hand and rubbing his thumb over your knuckle. “Love, I don’t know what to say. I’m glad you’ve thought about this situation long and hard, but please understand when I say I’m still nervous.”

“I know.” You sighed. “If you don’t think it’s a good idea, then I won’t go through with it.”

“It’s just very risky, Y/n, you know that.” He sighed. “If the posion doesn’t take hold, you could die. And I couldn’t live with myself if I killed you.”

Again you nodded. “I understand.”

Seeing your face fall, he bit his lip. Desperate times call for desperate measures. “How about this instead? You live in the coven, with the rest of the hive. It’s not becoming a vampire, but it’ll be similar, I’d assume. If you can handle it for a year or so, then we can talk about you becoming a vampire again.”

Your face lit up like a firecracker and you hugged him tight. “Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you Hongjoong! I know I can handle it! I’m sure I can!”

“I’m sure you can too, love.” He replied, smiling brightly and hugging you just as tight.

Park Seonghwa

“So,” You started, trying to break the awkward tension surrounding you. “You’re a vampire. Tell me about that.”

He sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out.”

“What with blood dripping from your chin because you killed a bunny rabbit?” You asked self-consciously. “Yeah, probably not the smartest move.”

“Can you please take this seriously?” Although his voice was forceful there was a slight pleading undertone in it.

“Sorry, sorry! It’s just I use humor as a coping mechanism.” You defended, holding up your hands in mock surrender.

Again, he sighed. “I know. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You assured him. “We’re both kind of sort of at a loss right now.”

More awkward tension started to fill the air. He weakly pointed back to where the apartment was before saying, “I’m just going to uh, go get cleaned up.”

You nodded and followed him back to your shared apartment. When he had finished wiping the blood off his face and hands, and changed into a new shirt, you were both sitting in the living area on opposite sides of the room.

“So, um, what now?” You asked.

He sighed, “Well, I’m sure you have a lot of questions, but I would just like to ask you one first.” You nodded, signalling for him to go ahead. “Are you going to break up with me?”

“What? No!” You all but shouted, bewildered by his question.

“It’s just, being what I am, I know that can make a lot of people very uncomfortable and I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay with me because-”

“Seonghwa.” You stopped him by making your way over to him, kneeling in front of him, and taking his hands in yours. “This is like every girls dream, more or less. But I love you and you being a vampire will never change that. I just ask for you to help me understand this better, okay?”

He sighed, relief flooding his face as he nodded. “Thank you.”

You nodded. “Of course. So now, I gotta ask, is this the reason why you wanted to get heavy drapes for the windows of the apartment?”

Jeong Yunho

Carefully and meticulously, Yunho watched after his prey. Currently, you were simply sitting in one of the easy chairs, scrolling through your phone aimlessly. You were completely and blissfully unaware of the dark demon lurking behind you, staring at you with hungry eyes.

Silently and stealthily, he approached you. He tiptoed closer and closer and closer. Finally he was directly behind you, baring his fangs, he inched his way closer and closer and closer to your neck. Each inhale gave a tantilizing whiff of your delicious blood coursing through your veins. He just had to get a taste-

“No.”

He reared back before pouting. “What do you mean no?”

You glanced over at him from over your shoulder, an unamused expression on your face. “Because you’ve been getting greedy lately.”

“What? No I haven’t!” He argued, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to pout like a child.

“Yes you have! You’ve fed from me at least six times in the past two days! I’m tired Yunho and my blood needs to replenish itself. So please, not right now.” You explained with a sigh.

He reciprocated your sigh as he slumped into the easy chair across from you. “Fine.”

“Don’t get all huffy with me, child.”

“Hey! I’m older than you by a lot!” He whined.

A small smile crept across your face. “Yeah, so?”

“So!” He shot back, smiling as well. “Show your elders some respect!”

“Did you just admit that you’re old?” You grinned in triumph.

He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, comprehending what he just said, before sighing in defeat. “I might have…”

“Don’t worry, it’s completely natural for you to be old.” You teased and he frowned at you.

“Not helping.”

With a chuckle, you stood up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Wasn’t trying to be.”

Kang Yeosang

After just a crappy week of work along with a lot of other things going your way, you had finally reached Friday, and you already had a way to make up for the past week. As soon as you were inside your apartment, you were calling up your best friend while kicking off your shoes.

“Hey Y/n, what’s up?” Yeosang’s melodic voice cooed from the phone.

You smiled, already feeling better. “Hey, are you busy tonight?”

“Nope.”

“Cool. How do movies and take out at my place sound?”

He chuckled over the line. “Sounds perfect. Be there in a few. Do you want me to pick up the takeout?”

“Please?” You asked. “I just got home and I want to take a shower before you come over.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

An hour or two later and you were both in comfy clothes, cuddled up together, watching trashy romance comedies on the TV with take out in your hands. It was honestly the perfect night and just what the doctor ordered. You cuddled in closer to Yeosang, making him chuckle.

You sighed, smiling wide. “This is the best.”

“Yes, making fun of movies and eating greasy, unhealthy food.” He teased.

“See? You see it too.” You snickered. “Seriously, if I could do this everyday, I would. This is literal heaven. I believe I have reached nirvana.”

“Two religions in one? You absolute madwoman.” He continued poking fun at you, laughing as he did so. You gave him an awkward shove with your shoulder before grabbing the remote to change the movie as the one you were watching wrapped up.

“One more?”

He shrugged. “Sure, I’m game.”

You found a really cheesy vampire movie and instantly pressed play, not noticing the flash of anxiety on Yeosang’s face. “Aw man, this is going to be the best! These movies are always the worst!”

“Hehe, yeah.” He muttered, not looking at the TV and continuing to pick at his take out.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, all movie vampires are hot as hell.” You sighed before chuckling to yourself. “Too bad they aren’t real.”

He stiffened slightly at your words. Swallowing thickly, he nodded, absentmindedly poking at his retracted fangs with his tongue. “Yeah, right.”

Choi San

You were bent over the island, your forearms splayed out in front of you while you sat on a stool. Your hands drummed the island in some made up song as San made himself tea on the opposite side. Your eyes never left his backside as he moved to make the perfect cup of tea.

“Hey Sannie.”

He inclined his head a little but didn’t turn around. “Yes, dearest?”

“Do you have any kids?”

The tea cup flung out of his hands before he swiftly caught it before it could shatter. “Excuse me?”

You shrugged. “I mean, you’ve been around a long time, and have probably been AROUND a long time, I think it’s only natural to think you have children somewhere out there in the world. That is, unless you’re sterile.”

There was a long pause before he shook his head and finally turned to face you with a complacent smile on his face. “Ah, well, contrary to popular belief, I do not have any children nor am I sterile.”

Nodding seriously, you then said, “Then let’s have a baby.”

Instead of throwing the cup, he crushed the handle in his hand and the tea cup fell to the floor, shattering on impact. As he stood there, processing your words, you made quick work of cleaning up the broken porcelain from your hardwood floors. When you completed your task, you went back to your stool, in hopes of discussing future children with the man in front of you.

When he finally regained his composure he asked, “Can I ask why?”

You shrugged. “I just think it would be nice to have a baby with you. And besides, if the child is a vampire, you’ll have someone to remind you of me when I pa-”

“I understand.” He quickly cut you off. “I’d rather not think about that.”

Nodding, you gave him a small smile. “So, what do you think?”

He took a deep breath before answering, “I think, we need to take this slow. I mean we’re not even married for heaven’s sake. Not that we need to be, but I would like to before we think about having children-”

“So what you’re saying is you want to marry me?”

There was a long pause until his shocked expression melted into a soft smile. “Yes, I would love to marry you.”

You broke out into the biggest grin, “Then let’s get married.”

Song Mingi

You didn’t mean to be this far from home. What you thought was a shortcut, took you into enemy territory. You were trying, and failing, to hide from some vampires from a rival hive.

“C’mon Mingi, pick up!” You mumbled into your phone, hoping that your boyfriend would finally answer your desperate calls.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” The voice of one of the vampires called.

With tears pooling in your eyes, you breathed, “Mingi,” before squeezing your eyes shut.

Right when you were sure he was going to attack, you heard grunts and the sound of someone being bodyslammed to the ground. When you opened your eyes, there was Mingi standing over the vampires who were after you.

“Scram.” He growled and the adversaries ran off back into the night.

Slowly creeping out of the shadows, you whispered, “Mingi?”

He whipped around before relief flashed on his face as he raced over to engulf you in a huge hug. “Oh Y/n! Don’t scare me like that! I thought something bad was going to happen to you!”

“But you saved me.” You whispered. “Thank you for rescuing me. I didn’t mean to come here.”

“Why are you here anyways?” He asked. There wasn’t a hint of malicious intent whatsoever. Just genuine curiosity.

Your cheeks turned pink. “I was just trying to find a shortcut.”

He chuckled before tousseling your hair, making you frown. “Jeez, kid. Making me worry like that for a shortcut.”

“I’m sorry.” You sighed. “But I did ask you to walk with me. But NO! You said you were going to hang back.”

Frowning, he huffed, before burying his face in your shoulder. “Lovely! Don’t make me feel guilty.”

You giggled. “It couldn’t be helped.”

“Ah, couldn’t it?”

“I just love making you flustered.” You teased before pecking his cheek and making him blush.

“Ah the things you do to me.” He muttered, wrapping an arm around your waist as he started to walk you home.

You smiled, nuzzling into his side. “You love it though.”

He kissed the top of your head. “You’re right, I do.”

Jung Wooyoung

“You’re not being fair!” He whined, stamping his feet on the ground.

You shrugged, still scrolling on your phone. “I’m just too busy.”

“Too busy for your boyfriend?” He cooed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to your earlobe. Ah, so he was switching up his tactics.

But you were smarter. “No, I’m too busy to go to the doctor.”

He started to whine again. “But baby!”

“Wooyoung.” You turned around to face him before putting your hands on his face. “You’re so sweet for worrying about my well-being, but I am not going to the doctor for iron supplements.”

“Your anemia is a serious health hazard! You need to take care of yourself!” Wooyoung exclaimed, taking your hands in his and staring you deep in the eyes. “Please, for both are sakes.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh jeez, dearheart. Next time just say you want me to take care of my anemia so that you can suck my blood.”

He gasped, pretending to seem disgusted. “So vulgar!”

Rolling your eyes, you continued to laugh. “Oh, honestly. Don’t try and act so innocent with me now. You know that’s the truth!”

“Just because it’s the truth, it doesn’t mean you have to say it!” He all but shouted.

This sent the both of you into a fit of giggles. Eventually, you wiped away a couple tears before nodding. “Fine, fine, I’ll go to my next appointment. But you have to do something for me.”

Wooyoung instantly became serious, pulling you close into a back hug. “Anything, baby.”

You smiled, craning your neck to kiss his jaw. “You better smother me with kisses, dearheart.”

He smirked. “That I can do. Your wish is my command.”

Choi Jongho

“So, before you were a vampire, were you just naturally strong? Or is this vampire strength you have?” You ask, watching your boyfriend lift your heavy boxes out of your apartment.

He frowned at you from over his shoulder. “Seriously?”

“What! It was a legitimate question!” You defended, a sly smile tugging at your lips.

“Look, just because I wasn’t born a vampire, doesn’t mean you can ask questions like that.” He tried to explain, his ears becoming a faint shade of red.

“Why not?” You pouted.

Sputtering, he answered with, “Because you sound like the other guys!”

A shit-eating grin stretched across your face. “Aw, so you’re afraid if I ask questions like that, I’ll be like everyone else in your little coven, yes?”

“Yes, no, I mean-” He sighed, sitting down on one of the boxes. “Look, I get teased a lot for being the only vampire in the coven who wasn’t a born vampire. Not only that, but I’m the last one to invite their significant other to the coven, so I’m getting teased for that as well.”

“Oh Jongho, sweetie.” You cooed, making your way over to him to wrap your arms around him. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you mumbled. “I was just curious. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know.” He sighed. “I’m just a little defensive, that’s all.”

You nodded. “I know that. Next time, if I say or do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just let me know.”

He nodded, smiling up at you. “How did I get so lucky to find someone like you?”

“I honestly ask myself that same question.” You admitted earnestly. “Look, I know how much it means for you to invite your significant other to the conven, and I know I’m bound to make a lot of mistakes while I’m there, but knowing that you’re going to be there makes me less worried.”

Chuckling, he stood up to hug you tighter to his chest. “You’re going to be great. I’m so glad you’re coming with me.”

“Of course. I don’t want my poor little Jongho to be kicked out of the hive.” You teased and he frowned at you.

“Watch it.”

“What? You don’t like when I imply the idea of you becoming a rove?” You continued your teasing.

He rolled his eyes. “When we’re alone go for it, I guess. But with the others, keep talk like that away from them. Vampires have a tendency to be possessive.”

You smirked, winking at him. “Oh I know.”

[obae-me]

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Last Updated: 12/08/23

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Tainted Reflections

(Unfinished, Ongoing) 

Teaser/Prologue

Chapter 1: A Fragmenting Debut

Chapter 2: Budding Fissures

Chapter 3: Chatters Set in Motion

Chapter 4: Discovering the Shards

Chapter 5: As a Warped Likeness

Chapter 6: A Figment of the Past

Chapter 7: Haunting Premonitions

Chapter 8: Belphie’s Pursuit

Chapter 9: A Hollow Mendacious World

Chapter 10: Where You Go, I Follow

Chapter 11: Be Not Afraid

Chapter 12: Like Sands in an Hourglass

Chapter 13: At What Cost?

Chapter 14: Hidden Hope

Chapter 15: Misery Craves Company

Chapter 16: A Yearning for Freedom ⭐️

Upside Down

(Unfinished, Ongoing)

Chapter 1: Hell Away From Hell

Chapter 2: An Unlucky Break

Chapter 3: Mammon Morningstar; The First

Chapter 4: You Call This Family?

Chapter 5: Blood of the Covenant

Chapter 6: Can I Call You Henry?

Chapter 7: Player 1 and Player 2

Chapter 8: The Life of a Hero

Chapter 9: Levi Morningstar; Is A Pact In Game A Pact IRL?

Chapter 10: Breaking Old Ideals

Chapter 11: To Be A Demon

Beneath Still Waters

(Unfinished, Hiatus) 

Chapter 1: Miracle Meeting

Chapter 2: Home Sweet Home

The Seven Brothers

A Taste of His Own Medicine Revised Masterpost ⭐️

Rest Easy. I’m Here. 

Dumb Injuries

Dumb Injuries 2

A Taste of Your Own Medicine 💜

It’s Cold Outside

The Dateables

Nightbringer Solomon jealous of the brothers (Mini Fic) ⭐️

Solomon and MC cuddling during the events of Nightbringer

MC taking care of a sick Barbatos (Mini Fic)

MC staring at Solomon till they get attention (Mini Fic) 

When it Rains it Pours (Simeon) 💜

Luke meeting MC’s shy and quiet little sister

The Curse of Longing (Mini Fic) ⭐️

Cravings (NSFW)

Lucifer and an MC with ADHD 

Happy Birthday Lucifer ‘21 

Not So Serious 💜

The Demon of Pride is Cold (Mini Fic) 💜

We All Get Angry Sometimes

Love Letters of Times Past

The Demons Inside

A Taste of His Own Medicine

Comforting Nights

Lucifer working himself to the point of passing out (Mini Fic) 

Sick Lucifer with his head in MC’s lap (Mini Fic) 

Let's Go Home

MC won’t let Mammon out of bed (Mini Fic) 

Oh The Horror 💜

You Are My Gift

Love Letters of Times Past

The Demons Inside

A Taste of His Own Medicine

The Demons Inside

A Taste of His Own Medicine

The Demons Inside 

A Taste of His Own Medicine

A Taste of His Own Medicine

Asmo helping a hurt MC (Mini Fic) 

A Taste of His Own Medicine

Beel comforting a sad MC (Mini Fic)

Don’t be Scared (NSFW)

A Taste of His Own Medicine 

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Pushed down

Pairings: Alador x Darius

Words count: 1,586

Warning: Angst, abusive parents, Odalia, (Tell me if I need to add anything else)

Author’s note: This is my late christmas gift to you all, this also has no connection to any of my previous Fics and I may or may not post another new fic tomorrow we’ll see what happens. I was also thinking about maybe writing something not about the Owl house but maybe about other shows that I enjoy so we’ll see how everything works out.

“Alador, what's wrong? Why are you crying?”

“Nothing’s wrong Raine, I’m fine.”

“No you’re not Alador, come on you can tell me anything.”

“No I can’t.”

“Alador, you know you can trust me, I’m your friend.”

“Well, ok but swear you’ll never tell anyone.”

��Of course, anything said between us stays between us.”

“I…I-I broke up with Darius today.”

“What! Why? You both are crazy about each other.”

“My parents arranged a marriage for me with Odalia and I don’t marry her then they swore to make sure Darius will never get into the Abomination coven and that’s been Darius’s dream forever. what kind of person would I be if I let that happen?”

“Why didn’t you just tell Darius that?”

“I didn’t think of that, but now it’s too late Darius probably won’t even breathe in my direction now.”

“...Well Alador you might just have to try.”

“What's the point? I’ll still have to marry Odalia and you swore you wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“Ok, you’re right Alador, I gave you my word so I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thanks Raine.”

Despite the fact this conversation happened over thirty years ago Raine still remembered it. Well more like they remembered it after they started the rebellion with Eberwolf and Darius and Darius was always talking about ‘That hack’ A.K.A Alador.

On the outside their rivalry might have looked childish or just driven by jealousy but for Raine who knew the actual backstory of the two it was actually quite heartbreaking to watch.

But Raine was a witch of their word so they at the time just listened to Darius rant about Alador. Even if Darius wouldn’t admit it to Raine or anyone else, they could still see Darius still had some kind of feelings towards Alador but most likely just tried to bury them away and turn them into spite towards him.

Now with the death of Belos the Boiling isles had returned to something near normal. There was now a permanent portal between the Demon realm and the Human realm, Raine had gotten back together with Eda, Alador had divorced Odalia and he was now working on an invention that could remove coven sigils with Raine and Darius helping him work on it.

Darius was still trying to act like he didn’t care for Alador but Raine regnonized the way that Darius would look at Alador when they were both working as the same look that he’d look at Alador with when they were dating.

Maybe if Darius wasn’t so bitter about the break up they would actually happen but that would mean some one who knew why Alador broke up with Darius (Raine) would have to tell Darius and Raine gave Alador their word and they didn’t want to break Alador’s trust.

Raine needed Advice from someone who was stable, rational and had self-control.

—Timeskip—

Darius arrived at Alador’s lab with Raine, though Darius was the old one talking, Raine was being very quiet. Alador also took note of this but let the thought go and continued on with his work. By lunch Darius had enough of the silent treatment and asked.

“Raine, are you ok? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

Raine’s arms stiffened and he looked away but still nervously answered. “I’m ok.”

Alador took the initiative and spoke next. “So why have you been so quiet all day?”

Raine pressed their lips together as their eyes darted around the room, this silence lasted only a few seconds though.

“I accidentally drank a vial of blabber serum instead of my migraine medicine this morning and I”ve been trying to avoid talking all day because I don’t want to say something that wasn’t meant to be said out loud.” Raine blurted out all in one breath.

Darius and Alador looked at eachother then back at Raine. “That’s all.” Darius shrugged, “Raine come on, you're an open book, you don’t have any secrets to spill.”

“Actually I know a lot of secrets.” Raine’s expression conveyed a look of hesitation and embarrassment by the blush on their face. “Like Hunter’s secret fear of thunderstorms, that time I caught Eberwolf sleep walking through the castle, why Alador broke up with you, Eda’s unpaid tab for apple blood at-.”

“Hang on, hang on, hang on, back up.” Darius held out his hands in a stopping motion easing Raine to silence themself. “Did you just say why Alador broke up with me?”

“Yes.” Raine answered back to Darius, Darius glanced back at Alador who was frozen like a deer in headlights on the freeway. Darius turned back to Raine with a hint of a flush on his face. And then came the million dollar question past his lips.

“Raine, why did Alador break-up with me?”

Alador began shaking his head back and forth vigorously at Raine but it was of no use.

“Alador’s parents were forcing him to marry Odalia and he didn’t want to but when he said no they swore to make sure you’d never get accepted into the Abomination coven and Alador knew how much that meant to you, so he broke up with you and the only reason I know is because I found him crying in the bathroom and I promised that I wouldn’t tell anyone.” Raine’s voice was squeaky through his explanation and after they were finished talking they shut their eyes tightly unwilling to look at the two witches.

Darius’s world went blank for a minute, after the break up Darius had always looked at that snake (Odalia) and wondered how Alador could be so blind to her abuse and manipulation. Why had he chosen to be with her when he and Alador were happy together? This led Darius into thinking that he wasn’t good enough and that was a burden he had to fight for a long time.

But it turned out that Alador didn’t break up with him because he didn’t love him quite the opposite. Alador broke up with him because he loved him and wasn’t selfish enough to hold him back from his dreams just because he wanted to be with him even if that just made things worse for him in his life.

He had done it all for him, endured all of those years with Odalia for him.

“Alador?” Darius looked back to Alador who’s eyes were fixated on the ground and his right hand was fisted in the fabric of his coat and the blush was clear on his face. Darius sighed, they couldn’t go on like this. Something had to change.

“Raine?” Raine’s eyes opened to look at Darius and he waited for Darius to speak again. “Can you give us a minute?” Darius’s eyes darted to the door then back at Raine.

“I’ll go make myself some tea.” Raine quietly excused themself and quickly walked out of the room.

Darius turned on his heels to face Alador who still refused to look at him, Darius knew that it was now or never and took a deep but silent breath then spoke softly to Alador.

“Is what Raine said true? About you breaking up with me?” Darius knew it was a dumb question but needed it to be confirmed for him to fully believe it.

“Yeah it’s true.” Alador admitted. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want you to be held back.” Alador blinked a few times, probably trying to disguise the tears in his eyes but Darius had already taken note of them.

“Don’t apologize Al.” Alador froze, Darius hadn’t called him that nickname in so many years. “You’ve really just wanted me to be happy, even after we broke up?” Darius felt his throat tighten as he finished his sentence.

“It wasn’t easy but I knew how much being in the Abomination coven meant to you and I also figured you’d find someone new, sooner or later.” Tears were now rolling down Alador’s cheek yet he was trying to wipe them away.

Darius acting on pure impulse took both of Alador’s hands in his and spoke again. “What if I don’t want to find someone new, I like what I already have.” Darius watched a flush made its way up Alador’s face “or at least what I used to have.” Darius added.

Alador’s face was now bright red; his eyes quickly went from Darius’s eyes to his lips then back down to the floor. “I…I still…love you too, Dar.” Alador mumbled and Darius smiled hearing his old nickname.

Darius leaned into Alador and captured his lips in a tender kiss, even after all these years the kiss still felt familiar, the way Darius’s hand fonded through Alador’s hair while the other rested in Alador’s hand, it all just felt so comforting and like home.

The next day at work Alador and Darius told Raine they were going to try again and Raine couldn’t have been happier for them.

But Raine really needed to hand it to Hooty, they had not thought that his insane plan would work.