#what is a vampire doing helping a half breed demon ?

[randoimago]

Sort of like the other accent request you did for Astarion, Karlack, Halsin, and Will could you do one where Reader has a southern type accent and hides it because they’re ashamed of it because of the way people think of them/act?

S/O Hiding Their Accent Due to Being Ashamed

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Character(s): Astarion, Karlach, Halsin, Wyll

Type of Request: Headcanon

Note(s): Since I already did a couple Headcanons on S/O hiding an accent, I'm not going to add too much on to this one since I don't want to repeat a lot of what I've already written.

Astarion

Can't help a scoff when you mention being self conscious. Yeah, he thinks your accent is a bit silly, but a silly accent is the least of your worries. You're dating a vampire spawn that wants to kill a very powerful vampire lord. Your accent is fine, he'll still sleep with you. Just point out anyone that actually makes fun of you and he'll deal with it.

Halsin

Gives you a pat on the head when he hears that you're self conscious of your accent. He understands, everyone is self conscious about something, even him. Just know that he does love your voice and how you you sound. If you ever need some reassurance then Halsin will always be happy to provide. And if anyone makes you upset then he'll gladly become a bear and scare them away.

Karlach

You're self conscious of your accent? But she loves how you talk. Karlach has absolutely adopted calling multiple people "y'all". Seriously if you're having doubts then she'll gladly tell you about how much she loves your voice. Doesn't mind being big and scary to anyone that makes fun of you either.

Wyll

Constant reassurances from Wyll. Your voice is perfect, in his opinion. It really could be worse, you could look like some kind of half-breed demon like he does. Just know that he is by your side and he always loves how you speak.

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[girl4music]

WILLOW: “It's horrible! That's me as a vampire? I'm so evil and... skanky. And I think I'm kinda gay.”

BUFFY: “Willow, just remember, a vampire's personality has nothing to do with the person it was.”

ANGEL: “Well, actually...

*gets a look from Buffy*

That's a good point.”

Can we discuss how ‘Doppelgängland’ presents a study case for Vampire Willow being like human Willow if Willow was suddenly missing an internal moral compass? I talk about Willow’s repressed sadism a lot and some overwhelming evidence for it is that there exists a vampire version of her in canon that’s a literal sadist and is just as evil as Angelus is. That enjoys inflicting torture and pain purely for fun. That has a good old time being indisputably sadistic.

Dark Willow - even though she has a soul and is human - thrives in the killing and the torturing of Warren and Rack. Yeah, she’s corrupted by black magic and feels nothing but vengeance, anger and hate. And yes, the people she does end up actually killing deserved it. But the point is that this is what she can be like even when HUMAN, even when ENSOULED. So Vampire Willow is interesting because that’s a Willow that isn’t either human or ensouled and how sadistic and evil she can be without an internal moral compass and without her humanity is reminiscent of Dark Willow.

And so I can’t help thinking that maybe that vampire has nothing to do with the demon that “possesses” Willow. Maybe the reason why that particular vampire is “so evil… and skanky… and kinda gay” is because that’s the human that the vampire is informed by. That it’s because it’s Willow why Vampire Willow is like that.

And I know it’s just for jokes why they had Angel start to say what he did in response to Buffy’s comment to Willow in trying to reassure her that that vampire is just an evil demon and has no bearing on her character at all… But I really wish we had got to hear what he was going to say. If I had to guess I feel like he was going to say something like “Well, actually… that’s not quite true. A vampire’s personality is still informed by the human that died even if it is not the person it was.”

But with Vampire Willow… the question is just how much of alternative human Willow informs her and how much is really just a demon from the ethers “possessing” the body of the alternative human Willow that died? You would think adding this particular situation on to the soul lore would be in support for it being demon possession… but I’m not so sure that that is so when much of the Willow that we see later on is what we get with Vampire Willow.

See for me, ‘Doppelgängland’ comes off more as foreshadowing than it does in being an addition to the soul lore that provides evidence for the perspective that vampires are a demon possession of a dead human because it does the entire opposite in telling and showing that to be the truth as they give us a significant look in to what Willow would be like both without a soul and without her humanity - which for me don’t mean the same thing because I don’t think of the soul that way. See, I have a very specific understanding of what a “soul” is and I don’t think of it as the human itself or as the person itself. I think of it as an internal moral compass for the human or person.

Which then further means if that human or person is suddenly bit by a vampire and dies - it doesn’t come back as a vampire because its body is possessed by a demon. It comes back as a vampire because IT IS a demon. A newly created or newly born demon in a human body that is informed by both the demon AND the human respectively. That’s why and how it can’t be a possession by the demon or human because possession means it’s an entirely different entity from the demon or human. And a vampire isn’t because it’s a half-breed of both the demon and the human. So it is still the same entity that died all the while becoming a newly created entity. It is, essentially, a resurrection or reincarnation of the human or person that died but just with personality traits and qualities that are only evil and sadistic in nature depending on what the human or person could be capable of that the newly created demon exacerbates in them with abandon.

Vampire Willow is a very interesting study case for this because what she is depends on whether human Willow can be capable of being that evil and sadistic all the while being a human. And… she can… as Dark Willow eventually and inevitably shows us. Yes, for her to get there it required the themes of power corruption, addiction and vengeance… but the point is that she was still capable of it. And, for me, it only just proves that if somebody that pure can become that evil and sadistic as a human… then so could we all.

Vampire Willow is not a study case for vampires being entirely different from their human counterparts. It’s a study case for learning that they are or can be alike if they’re missing an internal moral compass and therefore their emotions or desires were not being repressed. Vampire Willow is an uninhibited entity. They make that very clear in the writing when using it in juxtaposition with human Willow’s inhibitedness. Willow even acknowledges that both her and Vampire Willow feel like the world’s “no fun” anymore but then recedes that acknowledgement in the final scene, realizing that being “reliable dog geyser person” isn’t so bad. That she could actually be the entire opposite to that and she never wants to be like Vampire Willow if this is the pain and damage that she could cause.

So Vampire Willow truly is what we would get if human Willow was completely free of all constraints on her good character. If she suddenly believed that she didn’t need to be the good person she always is and could do what she wants without any thought for the risks or consequences of her actions and choices and without any concern for any pain or damage she may cause through her carelessness and recklessness. It is very much in her capability and nature to become what we see of Vampire Willow’s appearance. And I think that if Xander had not have been able to save Willow in ‘Grave’, this is precisely what Willow would have become. Not simply just Dark Willow. But Evil and Sadistic Willow. She would have lost her humanity.

Fortunately… she still possessed an internal moral compass and so her humanity won over the battle and Vampire Willow remained just a fantasy in fan-fiction. But it does give me pause to realize that Willow’s selfishness, arrogance and entitlement in Season 6 would still inform everything that Vampire Willow is precisely because she is the human psyche for her.

[bimbo-writer]

👻Scream for me👻

Vil schoenheit x fem! reader

Contains: vampire vil, demon reader, blood, breeding, biting, choking, degradation, praise, overstimulation, kinda sadistic vil.

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A dark and hallow night perfect for a demon to go and steal the soul of whatever stupid mortal is out this late. You waited till it hit midnight and left in a black skirt and crop top to help attract humans to you. Tonight was good the moon shined bright with darkness covering the city.

It wasn't busy with people but there where a few drunkies and teenage girls hanging out overall not bad. As you walked the streets you heard commotion coming from a back alley way. Normally you wouldn't think twice about just walking away but something told you to check it out. Creeping closer trying not to make a sound you see a tall blonde man.

He looked rather handsome in the little light there was. "Can I help you" he asked taking a step forward trying to intimidate you, "no just checking on the noise" you said backing up just a bit. The alley seemed empty still you spotted a small trail of blood leading further into the alley.

"You doing something illegal back there buddy" you asked pointing to the small trail taking a step forward. "Oh you mean my last snack no but since your so nosy you can join him" he lunged forward, you dodged just before he could grab your wrist. "Ok look here buddy I'm not in the mood for my next meal to fight me either" your words took him by surprise.

"Wait your not human either" his question wasn't a surprise but it sounds like he didn't believe you. "Yeah I'm a demon or rather half succubus" his eyes grew wide before smirking, "so your out cause your horny" his tone was mocking. "No asshole I'm here cause I'm hungry and I need a soul" you spat back angrily as he laughed.

"I'm just playing darling don't be so serious" he said crossing his arms at your little outburst. "Well unless your signing up to be mu next meal I'm gonna split" you said turning to leave before he grabbed your wrist. "Wait what if we hunt together you know pretend to be a lost together" he asked, it didn't seem like a bad idea.

With him around it would make the clean up a little easier, "fine, but don't pull anything funny or else" you warned as he let go of your hand. You two walked around for a bit before finding a couple of teens walking around clearly high. "I'll take the boy you take the girls" you whispered Vil nodding in understatement, you walked ahead pretending to lightly trip in front of the boy.

He caught you before you fell and you thanked him before asking him if he wanted to go somewhere for a good time. The girls had walked in front to be met with Vil and his charming words as he led them to a alleyway to give you a chance to strike.

"Thank you for catching me how about I reward you" you said batting your eyelashes at him. He seemed excited as you brought your lips to his in a kiss but unfortunately for him it didn't last long as you sucked his soul from him in seconds. His body fell to the floor as soon as you let go and dragged it into the alley Vil went into.

It was bloody to say the least, "you clean up amazingly" you said rolling your eyes at the mess. "Well you handled yours splendidly" he mocked back pointing to the limp body in your hands. "Yeah well at least mine is clean" you spat back throwing the body in the trash can, "now that that's done wanna go do something fun" you asked with a tiny bit of teasing. It wasn't because you where honry no you just wanted to see how far you could get with him.

The idea of fucking stranger wasn't exactly appealing just curious if you did how good would it be. Would be rough or soft with you, what kind of kinks did he have?

"By fun do you mean, you want me" he asked stepping closer as your back hit the brick wall. "Maybe" you teased wanting to see his reaction, "well let's see how sensitive you are" he whispered bringing his knee between your skirt just brealy touching your cunt. "Ahh" a small moan fell from your lips as Vil took the opportunity to push his lips against yours in a heated kiss.

You tried closing your legs but Vils hands spread them apart quick, the feeling of his hand just barely above your clit driving you crazy. Whimpers slipping from your lips as his fingers slowly worked your folds, "Vil please-" your begs cut short with his other hand coming up to your throat choking you lightly. The feeling of his hand choking you making it hard not to moan, head becoming light from lack of air.

"You really are a slut" he spat moving his fingers to your clit rubbing it slowly, more moans falling out like music to his ears. "Please" you begged starting to feel tense, "please what bitch use your words" mean insults making you blush more. "Please fuck me already" you begged needing him to fill you with his cum, "well since you asked so nicely I can but where going to a love hotel it'll add to the feel" he mused.

You nodded in agreement as he pulled his fingers away the pleasurable feeling leaving with it. As the two of you walked you teased him with words of degradation and he did the same. The tension growing bigger the more the two of you walked, "so before we do this I have to know is it small" you asked teasingly knowing the answer already just looking at his pants. "For your information it's 10 inches" he smirked as your face flushed with thoughts of what it could look like.

"I won't believe it till I see it" you fussed not wanting it bit to true, but at the same time excited. "Well where already so lets find out" he teased as you two had arrived at the hotel, walking in there was a slow song playing over the speaker with a woman behind the counter. "Hello how can I help you today" she asked with a small smile, "how about deluxe room for an hour and a half on the tab Vile" he smiled back.

"Of course sir, would you like to add anything special to the room" she questioned, "no just tye standard packages fine" he smiled. "Alrighty then your room is ready for you, hears your key" handing Vil the key he took your hand leading you down the hallway. "So you've been here before" you asked wondering just how many women he's slept with, "yeah sometimes woman practically throw themselves at me".

His words made you feel a little sad but you knew this had to be the case since he looked so good. The door opened to reveal a lavish bed with sex toys and costumes for every fantasy. "Wow this is awesome" you beamed looking around at the various things, "yeah bit the best part is that the room is sound proof" his voice sounded ominous. You turned around to see him taking his shirt off toned abs underneath the garment.

"Ooo someone looks sexy" you teased walking up to trail his body, working your way from his arms to the hem of his pants. "Well someone's excited" he said grabbing your cheek bringing you closer, the warm feeling giving you butterflies in your stomach. "I'm not the only one who's sexy without clothes darling" he teased pressing a kiss to you cheek.

"Is that so" you questioned slowly slipping your skirt off, then your shirt leaving you in only your underwear. "Yeah, just look at you" he praised moving to undue your bra, cupping the exposed flesh. A small whimper leaving as your throat, hands working skillfully to pull more wines from you. "So sexy and all for me" he groaned moving to suck dark hickeys on the nape of your neck, hands trailing down to your mound pressing up lightly.

"Mhh" more whimpers falling from your lips as the stimulation starts to increase, "your getting wet aren't you" Vil whispered in your ear rubbing light circles on your clit. He finally pulled away from your neck pushing you on the bed, crawling between your legs. Dragging your panties down exposing your wet cunt for him to see, "you really are a horny succubus" he teased spreading your legs farther.

"You want it raw baby" he asked pulling out a condom from the draw of the nightstand, his question had you pause. There was the possibility of getting pregnant but all you could.think about was him stuffing you full with his semen. "Let's do it raw" you whispered with flushed cheeks, he smirked and took his pants off exposing his hardened cock.

The tip was a dark red with precum oozing from the slit, he fisted his cock a few times before placing the tip at your entrance. Teasing you with just the tip collecting your juices for extra lubricant, "Vil quit teasing" you whimpered wanting him to fill you already. "Such a greedy little whore" he grabbed your thighs tight before thrusting in filling you to the brim. His thrust where hard and fast leaving little room to talk whines getting caught in your throat.

"Oh fuck" the feeling of his cock kissing the entrance to your cervix repeatedly hitting it the feeling bringing you closer to an orgasm. "Vil gonna cum" you choked out as his thrust refused to let up hitting the spot deep inside you that drew you crazy. "Gonna cum on my cock huh? Gonna be a good whore and cum" he mused hand finding it's way to your folds spreading them further letting his cock go deeper.

"Shit-" your screams drowning out the sounds of skin clapping along with your sloppy cunt. Groans and moans filling the room as your high approached quickly with Vil pounding you relentlessly fingers moving to circle your clit. "Fucking hell" you cursed creaming on Vils cock body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

"So good baby. Such a good girl coming on my cock" he praised thrust starting to get sloppy. He trusted deeper and deeper till it felt like he was splitting you in two, "I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna breed this greedy pussy" his words making you blush. The thought of having him breed you turned you on sending you into overstimulation as he circled your clit harder and faster with your second orgasm seconds away.

Vil hilted deep inside your womb spilling his seed inside "holy fuck- yeah take it baby take my cum and get pregnant". His fingers made quick work as your second orgasm came crashing over you, the euphoric feeling causing your body to shake. Your hands searching to find anything to hold for support. Moans filled the room as the two of you held each other lovingly calming down from the orgasm's.

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"Huff- That was amazing" you breathed out exhausted cupping his cheek, he put his hand over yours leaning down to give you a loving kiss. That feeling of love coming back you weren't used to this, you weren't used to catching feelings like this. Your thoughts got the better of you a small blush creeping to your face. "Dear your blushing" Vil teased as he pulled away from you, "I- I know it's just..." your voice grew into a whisper at the last words.

"Just what?" Vil questioned leaning closer concerned for your health, "It's just I'm not used to this sort of attention, sure guys fucked me but right after they would just leave" Vil's eyes grew dark with sadness for you. You never had proper aftercare from someone, "well your with me for the rest of the night we'll go back to my place and watch a movie and cuddle once you rest some more".

Small tears started to well up in your eyes as you never felt so loved before, "thank you" you muttered giving Vil one last kiss before dozing off.

[annyankers]

also hot take (?): but vampires DO have souls. the creation of a vampire in btvs lore is literally that a demonic essence/spirit/spiritual energy (in this instance a vampiric one and not some other kind of demon) enters a human corpse and parasitically latches on, altering the human corpse to better suit it with an initial burst of spooky evil demon magic (which is part of why i never think any lore that says vampire can't do magic makes sense like, how do you think they even function fam?). it then uses the info and identity of the former inhabitant that's all still locked up in those dead synapses to help it acclimate to the new dimension and build a sense of identity. you can argue that the vampire is not your dead friend but what is a person if not their memories and thoughts? all of which the vampire now shares too. so that's a fun little thing to puzzle on in philosophy class.

vampires in the buffy world are pretty explicitly a manufactured creature built of a demonic essence/entity grafted into a human cadaver which merge to make a new species which is why they're so low on the demon hierarchy. they're the most mongrel-y of all the half-breeds. what is the soul if not a spiritual essence that fuels and motivates the body? the metaphysical component that makes the system complete? what is the vampire of not a perversion of the human condition? does it not then stand that the vampire soul is the twisted mirror of the human one?

the thing is that while this is Kinda Common Sense when you sit down and just look at objectively how the vampire is made it's a dangerous concept in universe and we fall pray to believe the same propaganda built to ensnare our characters.

the slayer was made in almost the exact same process as a vampire only with a living subject-- a demonic essence grafted into a human host. there is no magic leash on a slayer, there are no words that can be chanted to bring her to heel, the watchers have to use standard psychological manipulation to control her. a slayer who realizes that she has more in common with vampires on a fundamental level than she does humans (tho not on a moral or motivation level obvs) is very dangerous to their control and to the concept of "slayer as sheepdog" as a whole. conditioning them to see vampires as animals and not sentient humanoid beings with thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams, who have souls that while demonic are no less valid in their existence then any human one is integral to keeping the machine working and keeping your young emotionally/mentally vulnerable weapon from having a nervous breakdown because she just you know, massacred a whole bunch of people. fangy people, but people none the less.

btvs and the watcher council mentality the main btvs cast is tainted by is incredibly human centric, watch even a little of ats and it becomes glaringly obvious. ats is extremely flawed but one of it's strongest points was letting us see the expanded world of demons and non-human culture. the issue is then that buffy and co come off as rabid human-centrists because of how they talk about vampires and demons as a whole. there's a reason tara didn't want them to know she was half demon when she thought that line was true. the scoobies spout anti-demon rhetoric like it's their jobs. the way they treat anya is horrendous and it's because she has the Taint of demon and neurodivergence coding (which is a whole different kettle so).

the continued talk about spike like he's a subhuman while he's either at their mercy or on their side is galling. you cannot be called the good guys and then treat other sentient creatures like animals and vermin to be killed or mocked for your amusement. full stop. you cannot claim a moral high ground and behave like this which is what the scoobies consistently claim. they believe they are in the moral right and have the moral high ground consistently. when in reality they are pretty fucked up and have done repugnant immoral shit multiple times (hello all the various scoobie caused invasions of personal autonomy!). you can be a protagonist and have uh... Dodgey Morals™ (ex. the punisher) but when you claim you are better because you have better morals but also refuse to see the other side as even worthy of being seen as a truly living creature with like feelings and shit now i'm treating you with contempt.

there are people who will say that buffy was the sole victim of the toxicity that is s6 spuffy but if you believe that you also are tacitly agreeing that her belief that spike is an "it", an animal with no bodily autonomy to respect or feelings to hurt or be manipulated is true. and why? because he's a vampire? he has a soul, a demonic soul. he literally would not exist if a metaphysical entity/force hadn't entered william pratt's fucking corpse and make it theirs. this is an inherently repugnant act and even if we all sit down and agree she did nothing else to contribute to this toxicity she still looked another sentient being who she knew had some kind of feelings for her, used his want and his desperation to abuse herself with and spent the entire time considering him as something between cattle and a lamp. i'm sorry but that's wildly fucked up at it's core and if you can't see that i worry for you.

what if she was dating a nice half-bracken guy and she did all that shit to him? if he tried to stop her from turning herself in for a crime she didn't commit and then beat him bloody and called him an it, a thing, not a person, not real? are you still okay with that because he's a demon? are humans the only species in your eyes with the right to personhood in this universe? do you, like buffy and co, prefer to take the words of a group known to manipulate everything and who treat girls like buffy as things themselves over the evidence you see before your eyes on screen and the actions and words of the demons themselves? buffy's actions towards spike from s4 to s6 are repugnant because they're no longer enemies and she's no longer the council's attack dog but she still refuses to give him the basic decency of personhood.

and you can get into all kinds about shit about how vampires are evil and he's done terrible things and i will not respect you for using any of that to try and say it's okay to treat someone who you relay on or are in any kind of relationship with like they're a thing. otherization and depersonification are tools used to make it "okay" to commit atrocities. for every spike who you say it's "okay" to treat like an animal, there's a harmony who isn't really all that bad and happily switches to bagged blood and integrates pretty peacefully into human society when given the chance. and she will get put right next to spike as an animal to be killed because she doesn't matter. using his past actions to deny him the right of personhood is a lazy tactic to divert the discussion and absolve buffy and co of moral failings.

the nazis are also evil, but i will not deny they are people. doesn't mean i wouldn't take the shot if i had one if i was put in that position. it just means i acknowledge i ended a life that probably meant something to someone. and that's my issue with buffy and co. that's my issue with "vampires are soulless" and buffy's treatment of spike in s6 and how people talk about it. regardless of literally anything else either of them did, denying another sentient being the right to be acknowledged as one while still demanding things from them is inherently a core repugnant act. she is willing to use his feelings and body for her advantage but also refuses to respect them as real and just as valid as hers. again, how would you feel if she treated lorne like this? if she demanded things of him but didn't respect his basic right to be seen as a valid sentient being just like her?

in btvs vampires have souls, demons have souls, and they all deserve the basic decency to have that acknowledged. even by the slayer. especially by the slayer frankly since she is also in her own way One Of Them and if she's going to hunt them down and kill them she can at least acknowledge that she ended a life and didn't just flip an off switch. if you can't get with this whole concept of the validity of non-human life in a universe where the MCs humanity is frequently questioned and the Other and Otherism is frequently a theme then i really am not interested in talking to you.

[ryqoshay]

Putting on Hairs: Post Production - Monster Children?

Primary Pairing Trio: LanzMiaShio Words: 466 Rating: T? AU: Theater, Angels, Vampires, Monsters Prompt: Dhampir

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Author's Note: Primary entry for the 30th

Summary: LanzMiaShio discuss various half breeds

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“So…” Mia said, setting down the tomb she had been reading, “If the child of a human and a vampire is a dhampir, what would be the child of an angel and a vampire?”

“Wouldn’t that be a Nephilim?” Lanzhu asked.

“That would be a human and an angel.” Shioriko corrected. “Specifically, a fallen angel.”

The three women were gathered in their office at home. Lanzhu was doing some paperwork for the theater. Shioriko was reading through a new script. And Mia was taking a break from composing by exploring Shioriko’s collection of books on monsters, cryptids, supernatural beings, and the like.

“I thought Nephilim were children of angels and demons?” Mia asked.

“I think that is only in modern video games.”

“Huh…”

“Why do you ask?”

“I was just curious after reading this entry about dhampirs.” Mia shrugged. “And I guess I got to thinking that with as long as you two have been together, I’m surprised you don’t have children.”

“I fail to see how that would be possible.” Shioriko stated solemnly, although she felt a bit of heat rising in her cheeks.

“Surly Lanzhu could just miracle it, right?” Mia waved her hands as though casting a spell

“Mia!” Lanzhu spun in her chair. “That’s a great idea!”

“What?” Shioriko blinked.

“Shioriko! We should do that!” Lanzhu lunged across the room to tackle Shioriko, nearly knocking her out of her own chair. “Lanzhu will help research the necessary miracle to perform!”

“Lanzhu…”

“And then Shioriko and Mia could have a child as well!”

“I fail to see…”

“Miracle!”

Shioriko sighed.

“The child of a vampire and a jackalope…” Mia pondered aloud. “A vampalope?”

“Mia…”

“Jackapire?” Lanzhu suggested.

“Lanzhu…”

“Say, would Mia and Lanzhu’s child be a Nephilim?”

“You’re not a fallen angel.” Shioriko pointed out, exasperation tinting her tone. “Somehow…”

“And I’m not human.” Mia added.

“Nephilope?” Lanzhu guessed.

“Are you two actually serious about having children?” Shioriko couldn’t help asking.

“Yes.” Both of her girlfriends responded in unison.

Shioriko blinked.

“I mean I know my parents want me to be a parent eventually,” Mia said. “so the Taylor legacy can continue and whatnot. Although I’m not sure how my new immortality would affect things.”

“And Lanzhu didn’t know Shioriko and her could do something like that.” Lanzhu admitted.

“Even though as an angel, you’re capable of miracles?” Mia raised an eyebrow.

“But it would probably be some super special sort of miracle.” Lanzhu insisted. “Like one that can only be performed at a certain time of day, or in a particular place, or under the light of an eclipse, or…”

“I’ll… start looking through my books.” Shioriko offered.

Lanzhu cheered and hugged Shioriko tighter. Mia offered a smile and a nod of thanks. And Shioriko wondered what she was getting herself into.

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Author's Note Continued: I will admit that I hadn't put much thought into the children of the monsters in this AU, as opposed to the pages of notes I have for my canon compliant works. But when I looked up dhampir to remind myself of what it was, I couldn't help wondering Mia's opening question. Thus this scene was written. And I've no idea how far down the moon rabbit hole I want to dive for it.

Also, Eclipse was the prompt from '21 and Legacy was from '22.

[let-the-living-beware]

DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE Animate Tokuten Drama CD “Diabolik ★ Newcomer ~ A weird day at the café ~” 

Note: @diabolikpersonals, @dialovers-yuri-edition and me wrote fake drama CDs with the prompt 'Maid café with a twist' and I thought I'd share mine here!!

Characters: Laiko, Anikó, Yuma, Reiji, Ruki, Kou, Subaru, Ayato, Kino, Laito, Shin, Shu, Yui

You can skip this but here is some basic info you need for the CD. I will keep it short. Founders, Vampires, Ghouls, Wolfs and half bloods in general have different animal appearances.

Wolfs = dog breeds Founder = wolf Ghouls = crows Vampires = Mononykus (super cute Dinosaur) Half bloods = Cats

Anikó is a wolf that hates Vampires and Founders and Laiko is a friend of Shin and Carla (also Carlas wife but thats not important fot this).

*Chattering can be heard in the background*

*thud*

Yuma: Welcome, how can I help ya?

Girl A: O-my-God, they can talk for real!

Yuma: Of course we can talk.

Girl B: And they even have little maid outfits, ahh so cute!

Yuma: Could cha order, I don’t wanna catch roots ‘ere.

Reiji: Yuma, I am not going to say it every time I walk past you. Be more friendly with our customers.

Yuma: Yeah, whatever. Your order?

Girl A: Of course, we both want hot chocolate with marshmallows.

Yuma: Right up.

*He walks away*

Yuma: Oi Ruki, table 12 needs two hot chocolate with Marshmallows.

Ruki: Ask Yui, I can’t right now.

Yuma: Why, ya look perfectly capable for me and Yui’s busy.

Ruki: Yuma. Do I look like I can prepare anything right now with this set of Paws. I indeed would like to make it, but I am incapable of doing so and if Yui is busy ask Laiko. I saw her a few minutes ok.

Laiko: What can I help with?

Yuma: Table 12 needs two hot chocolates with marshmallows.

Laiko: Oh, sure I’ll do it!! I can’t say no to such cutsie little plush balls.

Ruki: Do not call me a plush ball.

Yuma: Just wait. I’ll scratch your eyes out someday.

Laiko: You won’t, you’re way too cute for violence. Anyway, let’s get going, shall we?

Hm~? Hey! Ayato! Down from the counter, you’re going to scratch it!

*Laiko sprays him with water*

Ayato: How dare you spray Ore-sama with water! You should respect me more!

Laiko: Ayato your feathers are waterproof, don’t make a fuss and go outside besides, why are you not wearing your dress?

Ayato: Not wearing that thing.

Ruki: We all have to, Ayato.

Yuma: Right, it’s part of the rebrandin’. No one likes em.

Laiko: I do and surely Yui does too.

Yuma: No one besides them.

-timeskip after the café closed-

Yui: I am back, and I brought another hurt demon with me. I hope we can welcome him here.

Kou: Welcome back M-neko-chan~ Who exactly did you bring with you today- IS THAT A DOG?! *hiss*

???: I am a wolf dumbass, and my name is Shin. You should have told me that you have half bloods here.

Yui: I didn’t think it was important and…are you sure you are a wolf?

Shin: Yes of course, are you doubting me?

Yui: No, it’s just.

Subaru: Ya look more like a Pomeranian.

Shin: Shut it you oversized turkey before I make a meal out of you.

Subaru: What did you just call me?!

Shin: You heard me.

Shu: He’s right. You’re tiny.

Shin: Tsk, I don’t listen to bird scum like yourself.

Shu: Then look in the mirror.

*He walks towards one of the mirrors*

Shin: WHAT?! Are my powers this weakened.

Reiji: Probably. If you having a wolf form is true. You should probably get it checked out by an exorcist.

Shin: Shit I am gonna do. It will go away and until then I will stay.

Yuma: Ya really should though. Those  things can last forever y’know and Kou?

Kou: Yes?

Yuma: What’re you doing on the ceiling?

Ruki: I was going to ask you the same question. I would appreciate it if you could come down this instant or you pay for the paint fix.

Kou: If the dog goes away!

Ruki & Reiji: Kou, you come down now!

Kou: Fine fine.

???: The ceiling is still scratched and beside…male founder demons are the worst kind. I would let him rot wherever you got him from.

Yuma: Hah? Anikó, since when are ya here?

Anikó: The entire time.

Shin: Tsk, of course you already have one of these pretentious whores here and an exquisite one at that.

Anikó: What did you call me!? Should I remind you that you ignored me for half a millennium?

Shu: You shouldn’t have brought him here.

Yui: Why?

Shin: …pushed me in front of a moving train!

Shu: They are noisy.

Anikó: …mistake, you moron!

Kino: Oi shut it. I need to finish this game and I need to concentrate for that.

Shin: Shut the fuck up

Anikó: you pathetic little crow.

Ayato: Of course, now they like each other.

Reiji: Yui?

Yui: What is it Reiji-San?

Reiji: You should guide Shin around the café and give him his uniform.

Anikó: Yeah, you should show him around, around the exit door if possible.

Yui: Oh yes! Come Shin, I will show you around.

Shin: If you insist.

Laiko: Why do I get ignored now?! Hello?!

-Timeskip-

Shin: What the fuck?! I am not wearing that thing!!

Yui: Shin-kun, everyone has to.

Shin: I am not everyone! I am a founder, and I will not participate in your weird fantasies!

Yui: I-It’s not a fantasy!

Shin: And I am Santa Claus, go away! Growl

*Ruki walks in*

Ruki: Can I help you in any way?

 Yui: Yes actually. Could you please help me Keep him from struggling?

Ruki: What do I get for doing so?

Yui: I don’t know. Besides, you offered your help!

Ruki: I was just joking. Should I hold him down?

Yui: Eh yes.

Shin: Don’t you dare come near me half-blood!! Why are you in your human form anyway? Infront of a human too!

Ruki: That is none of your business and now keep quiet.

*He walks up to Shin, trying to touch him but Shin tries to bite him*

Shin: keep your dirty hands off me!

Ruki: So, you do not want to cooperate? Fine, by me.

*Ruki walk away*

Shin: Since your help is gone now, can I go?

Yui: I guess so?

Ruki: I knew we still had it.

Shin: What is that?

Ruki: A muzzle, one of humanity’s greatest inventions when it comes to dealing with animals who act up. It prevents them from biting their caretakers. Yui, hold him.

Yui: Okay.

Shin: You can’t put that on me I am a founder!! *Growls and quietly barks* And you let go of me!

Ruki: The more you struggle the more it is going to hurt.

*Ruki eventually puts on the muzzle and the dress with Yui’s help, and they walk outside*

Yui: Come on Shin-kun. The evening customers are going to arrive soon, we need to open the café.

Shin: Forget it.

Ruki: Do you want to get put on leash too?

Ayato: What are you three up to- PFFFFT PAHAHAHAH You look ridiculous.

Shin: I am going to kill you.

Yui: We don’t threaten each other here.

Ayato: Hahhh exactly, Shin.

Subaru: We also don’t laugh at each other.

*He pushes Ayato down the chair*

Ayato: Hey!

Subaru: You were on my chair.

Ayato: Tsk

Laito: uhhh you look great! So pink nfu~

Shin: Fuck you.

Reiji: I forbid myself. No swearing in the public part of the café. Now let us start.

-timeskip-

Ruki: And if your magic should run out or overflow you can ask her to help.

Anikó: As if I would help him after what happened. Besides he isn’t even part of the family.

Ruki: Neither are you and we still help you so get over your own ego.

Anikó: Hahh fine. I guess I can help if you need me.

Shin: I won’t need you.

Anikó: *whispering* I remember you begging for my help last time~

Shin: Excuse me?

Anikó: Nothing.

Ruki: I will let you alone now. You know what you need to do?

Shin: Yeah, yeah take orders and shit.

Ruki: If you make one single mistake, I will make sure you are going to regret it.

Shin: Welcome to this café, how may I help you?

Girl A: Awww are you cute!! Can I cuddle you?

Shin: What? No of course you cannot- oi stop it, put me down this instant! Ey ouch you are going to kill me!

Shin: Hm? Where am I? That was a weird dream. I hope I never dream of it again. Huh? Is that a little maid dress…

Laiko: Hihihihi I hope you liked it!

Shin: Where are you?! Just wait until I find you, you dream manipulating whore.

[apollo-gate]

I tap on the keyboard just soo darn close.

In reality Im busy catching up with my bestie. Yes guilty.

I also want to help a friend with some character descriptions as I hate making a commitment and not doing it. (To my mysterious friend I apologize. I had a migraine.)

Anyways I'll do this below will be a few new characters that will be mentioned. So ask will be open for them. I'll make a separate character list of important characters and some minor ones later.

Why am I doing this well I just want to.

Also to the one who sent the ask about Daniella. You made me fracking blush. But I'll do it.

(So spoilers below sorta. It's just the name and just a sentence or two of what they are or do. But ask are welcome. But I will say this three are Ros. Not the poly/harm as they won't be shared till after the demo update.)

The update is mainly getting pushed back as I currently have a guest in my home (she is very important to me as she helped me come out and I did the same for her.) and I meeting my advisor at school about an issue I had with an exam. I don't like sharing but shit has happened and it's so damn close. Plus I sorta allow a person to read it all first before giving it to you all. So

Alright starting off

Atlas- Yes I've mentioned her and you get to meet her. She is a part of Vanessa's elite strike team and a teacher of dimensions and portals. She is tall and has long blonde hair. She always wears a visor that just covers her face. Just the front of it. She always has her sights on the Mc when they are in the room. Always has a candy bar on hand.

Atargatis or Attina- Is the crown princess to the Atlanteans. She is a half-breed. She has black hair and a few tattoos. Attina has light grey skin and scales like a mermaid. She has markings on her back as it deals with her Atlantean magic.

Vomox- Current king of Atlantis. Has ruled for over 3 thousand years. Has several children and is close friends with Noah and Vanessa. He is tall but he almost is never seen as angry. Doesn't wear a crown but a breastplate that symbolizes his title. Has a tendency to use a morning star.

Hecate- Naamhas daughter. She's also a vampire. Oh and hates your guts too.

Thea- Naamahs daughter. She's well a demon but you would never know unless she tells you. She is more accepting of her mother's obsession love for you.

Psyche (Not her real name.)- A villain that was hurt by a hero when she was a child. Lost the ability to speak. She has taken an interest in the nonpowered instructor(Mc).

So who is the chaotic dumbass looking at you Atlas. She can be an idiot sometimes. (She is a dumbass. Was reading over her scenes today and like wow.)

[wxrldinmyeyes]

Chosen Muse: Dominic Angel-Wetherly

Open to: Male, female and/or non-binary characters; pronouns are subject to change depending on muse's response to the starter.

Aside from vampires, witches and demons, Dominic has also encountered hunters and slayers of all races, nationalities and genders. Being an ally to an exorcist was a rare occasion but he never refused to give them help, guidance and advice whenever they need it. Not even once.

This one particular hunter though, based on his observation, appeared to be unsure as to whether or not to take the chance to try, and most likely fail, to drive a stake through his heart. Threats don't mean a thing to him nor would it make him change his emotions from amusement to fear for his life and the lives of his family being in grave danger. They already knew about him as a vampire from his father's side but they never knew him as a guardian angel from his beloved mother's side. And they probably never will if he decides to drain them dry and drop their bodies like trash.

The half-breed's blue eyes shifted from the weapon in the hunter's shaky hand to the fearful look on their eyes, allowing the fear to be consumed by his presence. As crazy as it sounds, he's enjoying every second of it and he chuckled darkly before speaking in a low, deep voice.

"There are many ways to kill a vampire other than staking them. Unfortunately for you, those other weapons have no effect on me. Crosses are decorative, especially in churches and jewelry. I can eat a slice of bread with garlic butter. Holy water can be drinkable if you're thirsty enough to do so. I can walk in broad daylight without burning myself to death. Hmmmmmm. I know there's something else but I don't remember right now."

He smirked and took a step closer to the hunter, his body close enough for the tip of the stake to lightly poke him on his chest but not sharp enough to stab through him.

"You seem nervous. I can smell and see the fear in you. Your heart beating faster than the normal rhythm. Your pulse racing, your breath shallowing and..."

His eyes looked down at the veins exposing on the skin of the hunter's wrist and neck, his tongue sliding across his lips from the sight of it.

"...your blood flowing through your veins. You now have a choice to make. What will it be? Are you brave enough to do what you came here for? Are you brave enough to wipe away my existence and add it to a list of accomplishments on your foolish resume? Or will you surrender and allow me to take each and every drop of your precious blood? The choice is yours and if I were you, I would choose wisely."

[girl4music]

Possibly the greatest male character development that I’ve ever seen in any format of art/entertainment.

I still don’t believe that he needed a soul to be the man that he ended up being at his endgame. But that doesn’t negate the fact that him fighting for it is genuinely part of what makes that belief true for me.

They say he wasn’t capable of real true selfless love without a soul. But is there anything more representational of real true selfless love than the ability to give and sacrifice for the sake of others? Especially that of which you love? I don’t think so.

It’s ironic that what makes him worthy of his soul is the fact that he actually fought for it against all the odds when that is precisely why it wasn’t necessary. The irony of that is just something really quite bizarre. How else could you comprehend it but through fates’ intervention? Pulling you along the path you’re meant for by stripping you of the very reason you deserve it.

I’m not saying I wanted Spike to remain a soulless entity for forever. I just felt it didn’t really matter when the CHOICE to change was something he was capable of even when he was. That his NATURE never ruled him in quite the way it did with other soulless entities. I’m not saying it wasn’t difficult to defy his nature - his “baser instincts” as 5ft Geek put it - but if there was any demon possessing William, it clearly was not one that was evil. Or at least not evil to the level that Angelus was. Which is why I can’t understand why Spike is referred to as the anomaly in the lore instead of Angelus, who is the only significant vampire that initially appears to be two completely different entities when the soul is removed/restored and has no recollection of the events from either Angel or Angelus other than what the “curse” forces Angel and Angelus to remember about his involvement in those events.

And so I refuse to accept that it’s demon possession. With any significant vampire - not just Angelus or Spike. I can however accept it as demon corruption through reincarnation and rebirth. That the human died and is reborn as a half-breed demon. That makes sense given both what we are told and shown about vampires across both shows. Possession is something that doesn’t function the same way. If you’re talking about possession, you are talking about Ben/Glory. Two completely different entities sharing one body. That’s not what a vampire is. It’s not even what a demon is. A process of evolution through death cannot ever be a possession because it requires the human to be alive to possess in the first place. And unless the demon that possesses the human is purposefully taking over the body then it also requires amnesia. A complete mental wiping. And then a complete learning of that human’s entire consciousness/experience when it was alive so that it can effectively pass as that same identity/personality.

It is just so much easier to just say that the demon is the human that died and no possession ever happens. Because it doesn’t just insult Spike as a character, although he definitely gets the short end of the stick, but it insults any significant vampire. Including Angel. ‘Cause Angel’s redemption story does not work at all if all that’s ever happening to him is demon possession.

But back to Spike. I think the human informed him more than the demon or the man informed him more than the monster and that’s how he was capable of it. This didn’t mean that he wouldn’t slip up sometimes. It just meant that if he did, he’d find a way to resolve because he had the genuine passion in doing so. And regardless what Whedon or anyone else says - this choice to change wasn’t just all to do with Buffy. It was also because he felt a purpose in being helpful. And it didn’t matter which end of the spectrum he was on - good or evil - this was always what drove him. What gave him the ability to change was his knack for knowing people better than they knew themselves. Even if his words didn’t always come out quite right in communicating that knowingness to those people. But like he said, - he follows his blood. He always has.

'Self-destruction and self-sabotage are often just the start of the self-resurrection process.' - Oli Anderson

[wiedzmacienia]

@everythingheard (john constantine)

there's flecks of blood in her hair, wet and matting it as she stands in the center of the room. it's in all states of disarray with a dresser knocked over and broken glass littering the floor. there's pages ripped out of an ancient looking book too and a wet spot where a basin of some kind of liquid had careened onto the floor. her head whips upward at the sound of someone in the doorway, not entering, observing the damage and she idlily wonders as their gazes connect if he's still fucking the demon. half-breed. whatever. maybe they know a little too much about each other's lives or maybe she just makes a point to know if people she associates with on occasion are in league with demons. she doesn't understand it. maybe she's never going to fully understand convorting with demons even if the face of her understanding of the world around them, of demons and angels and the strange half-breeds in-between has drastically shifted from the days she was searching for a sword while a war raged around her. a lot of that has to do with the other john she knows and his association with hellboy. but ellie wasn't hellboy and she didn't have the backing of a man she'd known and trusted in two different lifetimes. that said, if constantine was convorting, or if he wasn't there's certainly no room for him to lay judgement upon her for what's he's walked into. and certainly not after newcastle. though she does suppose she has to give him credit for stopping mammon and well, the end of the world. maybe, maybe she has to give the half-breed credit too though she's not going to readily admit it. so sure, they'd both stopped devil spawn once. it didn't erase everything else.

there's an eyebrow raise, almost in challenge. daring him to make some kind of comment as she shifts her stance and moves toward one of the bodies on the floor. a dagger is pulled out from it's placement on her leg as she kneels and then thrusts the blade into the back of the body for good measure. just in case. "your work is no longer needed exorcist." a sigh escapes her, body stretching as she raises to her feet and wipes off the blade on what looks to be a papal cloth that's been tossed on top of what used to be a television. "rather late this time." she wonders who called him. was it the lady dead in the hallway? the teenager dead in the next room? whatever had started this mess had laid waste to everything and everyone on this floor of the apartment building. influencing the humans, tormenting them, turning them against each other. still, she can't say she's entirely surprised to see him there. she was in his town after all. not that he had any weird claim to it. if anyone did she'd say it was papa midnight. his club was a hot bed for all things good and evil. neutrality, she understands it in principle, practices it in life. she'd left the vampire that'd taken out the barista alone when he'd cleaned up his mess, hadn't she? yet she could not fathom neutrality of evil. of actual evil, of devil spawn or how supposed angelic beings could so readily engage with them in his little corner of los angeles. perhaps she'll never understand it. funny how she'd lived so many lifetimes and was still struggling to understand the world.

"there was no help to be had." that's not true and a part of the witch knows it, though she's hard-pressed to actually admit it to him or herself. she could have tried. could have corrected the priest's error and attempted to exorcize the demon in a way that'd have saved the man in the room herself. but that wouldn't have been as efficient. it'd also have offered even more time for the morbid scene in this building to be discovered. for someone to call the police and then her have to contend with jurisdictional issues and the usual stream of questions by officers who had no idea who'd taken over the case other than it was above their paygrade. this was cleaner. it was quicker. it meant she only had a small gash to the side of her face and not been sent through a window or worse. it meant division had gotten other people out of the building citing a gas leak before they'd seen any blood.

kasia thinks an exorcist--or at least as close to one she'd had at the time-- she once knew might express disappointment. maybe even concern for the soul he seemed to believe was far from damnation. she can hear it now. the i'll pray for you. she thinks noah would too, if if she tells him about this, which she might if she was feeling self-deprecating enough. they'd both look at her with disappointment she hadn't tried everything to help an innocent man who'd been taken for a ride by a demon. disappoint at her disconnection, at the edge of callousness which sometimes reared it's ugly head. but that man had been dead and buried a long time, noah was, well, noah, and kasia stopped concerning herself with the memories of the dead and their judgements the day she'd laid waste to james' entire order and everything and everyone they'd held dear. one day some of those faces may come back to haunt her, memories of dead friends certainly do, in the blackness of her dreams. trying to call to something she once so readily believed in. when faith had been strengthened and not buried under the heat of the brand on her back.

"i need a drink, john. you're buying." she offers using the same cloth as before to wipe at the blood on her face. she hadn't known constantine was on his way, but concluded, she'd just cleaned up his mess. so the least he could do was pay for her drinks. that seemed fair enough to her.

[angel-thoughts-dump]

sadfsadf forget the soul lore wtf is the demon hierarchy

[bnha-dumpster]

I’m currently thinking about werewolves, nagas and driders but I can’t decide which one or what character- it’s A N N O Y I N G...

i love nagas so much… naga shinsou luring you to your doom to become his cum dump/breeding bitch using his sweet words and ability to brainwash you. one moment you’re timidly watching him and the next he’s filling you with his eggs.

please send me more monster ideas

also some other monster ideas bc mm still in the monster mood:

milking holstaur kirishima. normally there’s a machine that helps with milking but kiri loves his handler (reader) and refuses to be milked with the machine. he’ll only allow you to milk him and it has to be by hand or he won’t cum. all he wants to do is breed you but he can’t so he settles for whispering his desires in your ear as you milk him dry.

harpy hawks entering mating season and kidnapping you to his nest so he can properly mate with you. you’re in the middle of the nest and he’s telling you how good of a parent you’d be, how pretty you’d look with his eggs inside you.

demon endeavor needs a strong human to use as a fucktoy because other demons don’t satisfy him. using demon magic on you so you can take his cock without it hurting you and pumping you full of his cum. he just wrecks you and turns you into a mess that craves his cock.

werewolf bakugou... he’s in a rut and you have to put him in chains so he doesn’t pounce on you. he yells out for you and you eventually cave, riding him while he’s still chained up because you’re not about to let a feral werewolf fuck you.

an obedient and needy half-dragon deku who doesn’t want to upset you. he’ll sit pretty and be your good pet and let you do whatever you want. he wants you to feel good and prioritizes it over his own to the point where he tells you he doesn’t need any release despite his cock being stiff and red. 

siren present mic using his voice to lull you into a haze so his cute octopus lover eraserhead can fill you with his eggs and turn you into a living incubator. never letting you regain your thoughts until they’ve properly broken you so no human could ever satisfy you again. eraserhead making you love feeling his eggs grow inside you. 

vampire stain trying his best to act normal around you in a bar but you cut your finger and just has to whisk you away to taste your blood. he almost takes too much blood and ends up leaving you dizzy in an alleyway. you taste so good so he comes back for more and more until you practically crave the feeling of him draining your blood.

[ladylookslikeadude1]

I wish you would write a fic where Vampire Aizawa is head over heels for Child doctor Izumi and her adopted (half demon) daughter Eri.

Izumi ducked her head to hide her smile when Shouta melted out of the shadows beside her. The vampire had been spending a lot of time around her recently, ever since he’d seen her out with Eri. Admittedly, he had seen her punch someone in the face for calling her half-demon daughter a half-breed, so she could understand where the curiosity was coming from. It was, apparently, rare for a human to adopt a child with demon heritage, let alone one who was half-demon. “Good evening Shouta,” she murmured after a few moments of walking in silence.

“Good evening,” he returned, stepping slightly closer to her as they walked. Just close enough that their hands brushed. Izumi fought the urge to clasp his hand, instead just allowing their hands to touch briefly. “How is Eri?”

“She’s fine,” Izumi murmured, stopping in front of the pediatrician’s office she worked at. She handled the more…unusual children the office helped, hence the reason she was working in the evenings instead of during the day. Izumi turned to Shouta abruptly, done with the odd game of cat and mouse he’d caught her up in. “You’ve been following me and walking with me ever since you saw me with Eri. What do you want, Shouta?”

He stepped forward, eyes sliding red as he backed her up against the wall of the office. “I want you, Izumi,” he told her, breath brushing against her lips. “But I’ll accept dinner first,” he added, stepping back to give her some space. “I’ll pick you up after work.” He disappeared into the shadows, leaving Izumi leaning back against the wall.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What do u think would have happened if Carlisle had managed to take Renesume to the Volturi after she was born? How would Aro have reacted?

Drama, so much drama, and the collapse of the Cullen coven earlier than usual.

While, personally, I think this is the action Carlisle should have taken and would have were it not for Renesmee’s gift, it has very large consequences. His family and friends will all survive, he and Renesmee will likely survive as well, but the Cullens do not come out unscathed.

What do I mean? This is one of the largest acts of betrayal that Carlisle could commit and no one will side with him on this one.

Carlisle not only kidnaps and runs off with Renesmee, Bella and Edward’s miracle child, but delivers her to the organization which Edward sincerely believes is genuinely evil. In the best case scenario, they murder Renesmee, in the worst case they warp her via Chelsea and others into becoming another child soldier like Jane and Alec (nevermind what Renesmee would even bring to the table).

This might be worse than if Edward caught Carlisle midnight snacking on corpses at the morgue.

Edward, Rosalie, and Bella will not be able to process this. At first undoubtedly stunned, then confused, then utterly betrayed. I’m sure theories will fly around, perhaps Carlisle was a sleeper agent, perhaps Chelsea’s powers extend further than they thought and only now triggered? 

Bella probably travels to Volterra to save her baby from the evil Chelsea, only to fail, as she walks into what is essentially a heavily guarded compound and unlike Breaking Dawn, she is heavily outnumbered and has no one to call on (as the vast majority of Breaking Dawn vampires were friends of Carlisle).

Bella is then faced with a choice, she either walks away, or she stays for as long as Renesmee will be under observation (which might very well be centuries or at least decades). And honestly... I think Bella will stay. She loves Edward will all that she is, desperately, but she gave up her life once for Renesmee and I think at this point she’d be in a frame of mind to do it again. For all her choosing Edward over Renesmee constantly in canon, I think in this situation, she’d choose the daughter.

And then, of course, everything implodes.

Edward likely has a mental breakdown. Well, first, this was likely in the works as his human bride had become a demon, we just haven’t seen it in canon yet. However, now we have not just one catalyst but two. Carlisle, who Edward looked up to more than anything in the world, has betrayed him in the worst of manners. Now his wife has also left him to join the organization which kidnapped his daughter and refused to kill him that one time.

And there’s no telling what an Edward in this frame of mind will do. My money’s on revenge/a rescue mission/glorious suicide. Now that Carlisle is a monstrous demon, just like the Volturi, I imagine Edward heads to Volterra and enacts the original plan he had to get the Volturi to kill him: eat all the humans he can in broad daylight.

Alice would try to stop him, but Edward takes his buddy Jake with him, who having imprinted on Renesmee is more than down with this plan if it helps him get her (and maybe Bella) back. The plan? Edward eats Volterra, while the guard is distracted Jake sneaks in and gets Renesmee. And also burns the castle down. Afterwards, Jake will assist in Edward’s suicide, for Edward is now an irredeemable monster.

It’s genius.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t work. Edward only gets a few people in before the guard show up and Jake doesn’t even make it through the door. They’re both executed, Bella and Carlisle force themselves to watch, and they both know this is the death knell of the Cullens.

Rosalie and Emmett go off on their own, Rosalie planning to stay on the diet, and neither intend to make contact with Carlisle again. Alice and Jasper also likely go off on their own, but I expect without the stability of the Cullens their marriage falls apart extremely quickly. At that point, Jasper likely returns to Peter and Charlotte, Alice... probably goes to live on Rosalie and Emmett’s couch.

Esme probably loiters at first, tries to catch up with Rosalie and Emmett, but then goes off on her own again. Esme’s entire world has collapsed in a very short time frame. Edward is dead, Carlisle has returned to Volterra, in many senses Esme is back on that cliff face. I imagine she ends up wandering around in surreal despair, falling more and more off the wagon as she loses energy and motivation to fight against the thirst. She becomes a nomadic ghost.

As for Aro, I think he’d react to Renesmee quite well. Part of the reason canon saw him so tense was that through a series of very strange events he had been very misinformed. He came into the Forks area believing that Carlisle had amassed an army in order to defend an immortal child he had created. Turns out, Edward fucked a human and produced a rapidly growing alien and Carlisle is in enough denial to call that army “witnesses”. 

Basically, even had they not lost that fight, coming in so gravely misinformed was very very bad for Volturi PR.

Here Aro is told up front what’s happening, and more, there’s precedent for this. He probably says, “Alright, we track Renesmee’s control and growth here in Volterra, and she stays here under observation for a few decades if all goes well.”

He also likely puts it on his priority list to look for other half breeds out there in the wild, unlikely as it is that anyone else would ever pull an Edward Cullen. So, I imagine they come across Nahuel eventually and rescue his sisters, and get confirmation that Renesmee will probably learn control and probably stop growing once she finishes accelerated puberty.

And of course he’s secretly thrilled that this means Carlisle’s back for another thirty plus years, but he has enough tact not to say this out loud. He likely tells Carlisle to feel free to allow the coven to come and visit, they just can’t take Renesmee and leave. He likely finds Renesmee very odd, but charming, and has a grand time until the Cullens insist on Cullening.

Then Bella ends up joining the Volturi, which, great, Aro’s not going to say no to that and give or take a few decades if Renesmee doesn’t want to leave that means Bella’s probably sticking around too. Now, Bella’s probably utterly miserable, sobbing all the time over having to leave Edward and joining Evil HQ, but they can work on that.

Then Edward tries to eat Volterra, sending his shapeshifting friend to kidnap a quasi-immortal child, and now Aro’s back where he was a year ago. Except, this time, he really is forced to execute Edward.

Carlisle and Bella become extremely depressed, Aro has to awkwardly tell Renesmee just why he murdered her father, and he can only tightly smile and say to himself, “Well, at least Edward can’t come back from the dead.”

[khaleesiofalicante]

Historical Inaccuracies

So, remember how we all yelled about Alec finding out about Magnus inventing the portals with Henry? Yeah, so it led to this ;)

You can read the fic here on ao3 too :)

“I’ll never get used to it,” Alec told his husband as they returned home from Cirenworth. “Sure, the runes are amazing. The angel blood is pretty cool. But portals. Damn!”

Magnus only chuckled, setting down the box of cookies Jem and Kit had baked for the kids.

“Sometimes I really pity the mundanes,” Alec continued, taking off his shoes and jacket. “I mean, we live in New York. I can’t imagine travelling without portals. Oof!”

“Alexander, you have been spoiled!” Magnus chuckled harder.

Alec winked at his husband. “I wish I could make portals. Then I can go anywhere I want anytime I want.”

“You 're married to a warlock. You already do,” Magnus pointed out. “Besides, you can’t make portals without a warlock. You need our magic and panache.”

“Clary can though,” Alec pouted. “How can she make portals without warlock magic? It doesn’t make sense.”

“She got herself to engaged to Jace,” Magnus pointed out. “A lot of things Clary does doesn’t make sense.”

Alec giggled at that and flopped down on the bed, his t-shirt discarded on the floor. Magnus walked sat down next to him.

“Alright, think of it this way,” Magnus said. “What Clary does, that’s pure magic. Straight from the angels. But what we do…It isn’t just magic, it’s also science.”

“Oh,” Alec said, propping his face on his palms.

“Henry created the portals only after tinkering with them for weeks. It was an experiment, you see? It was a combination of science and magic. While Clary’s powers are no doubt fascinating, I’ve always preferred warlock portals. It’s a combination of nature and nurture. A fine balance of how all things should be. Actually, back in the day-”

Magnus stopped abruptly, but only because Alec was giving the biggest heart eyes in the world.

“Stop it!” Magnus blushed.

“I can’t help it,” Alec grinned. “I love it when you talk about magic. It’s like watching Simon talk about movies or Jace talk about weapons, but 100 times better and it doesn’t make me want to jump off the balcony.”

Magnus laughed. “Anyways, I’m saying you’re right. Portals might be the coolest invention because they combine science and magic. See how much we can achieve when we allow to entertain mundane thoughts?”

Alec smiled. “I wish I was there when the first portal was made. It must have been so badass!!”

“It was actually rather terrifying,” Magnus said. “We were off to defeat Mortmain. We didn’t know if it would work. Knowing Henry, there was an equal chance of us ending up in the Thames. But it all worked ou-”

“Hold up,” Alec interrupted. “What do you mean ‘we’?”

Magnus blinked.

“Magnus,” Alec said. “Were you there when the first portal was made?”

“You’re welcome,” Magnus winked. “Now, what should we have for dinner? I’m craving ba-”

“I don’t understand,” Alec looked stunned. “I didn’t know. How could I have not known? I should have never slept during the history lessons!”

“You shouldn’t have,” Magnus chuckled softly. “If it’s any consolation, it wouldn’t have mattered if you’d been awake either. Contributions of warlocks such as myself are not usually a part of the Nephilim curriculum.”

Alec only stared. "But that's ridiculous. Surely it must be in the Codex. I remember there is an entire subsection on portals.”

“Alexand-” Magnus called, but Alec had already jumped off the bed and was going to Rafael’s room.

He came back a moment later, flipping through the pages furiously.

“The first successful portal was created in 1878, a collaboration between Henry Branwell, then head of the London Institute, and a warlock whose name history, unfortunately, does not record.”

Alec looked up from the book.

“This is bullshit. BULLSHIT!”

“Alec-”

“Whose name history unfortunately doesn’t record?” Alec repeated. “Well, that’s fucking convenient, isn’t it?”

“It’s just an oversight,” Magnus shrugged.

“This is outright bigotry and discrimination!” Alec yelled. “It’s racist!”

“Alec,” Magnus called. “Shh! You’ll wake up the kids.”

“Good! They should hear this! In fact, everyone should,” Alec took out his phone.

“What are you doing?” Magnus asked, getting up from the bed and walking to his husband quickly.

“I’m texting the group,” Alec said, punching the buttons as if he was punching a demon. “Everyone should know about this. I’m going to send mass fire messages to every shadowhunter-”

Magnus grabbed Alec’s phone away. “Darling, it’s midnight. You need to calm down.”

“Calm down?” Alec asked incredulously. “Magnus, I’m pretty sure, No-I’m 100% certain that none of us would be alive if it wasn’t for you. I’ve heard enough stories from Jem and Tessa to know what you have done. And this is what you get back in return?”

“I never did any of those things hoping I’d get something back in return,” Magnus pointed out. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

“But it does to me,” Alec replied. “It matters to me that your kindness is valued. It matters that your power is respected. It matters that your contribution is acknowledge. It does matter, Magnus.”

Magnus only sighed and sat down on the bed again. “What do you what me to do?”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Alec said, his voice softer now. “You’ve done enough and more. It’s us. Nephilim need to do better.”

“Nephilim need to do better,” Magnus chuckled softly. “Could be your slogan for a reelection campaign.”

“Magnus, I-” Alec faltered. “If this is the how the Clave operates, then I'm not sure I want to be a part of it.”

“Alec, no!” Magnus said forcefully. “Don’t you ever say that. Many Consuls wouldn’t have even bothered about this. You do. Shadowhunters need a leader like you.”

“Someone who didn’t even know his husband invented the portal?” Alec mumbled.

“Someone who gives a shit,” Magnus smiled. “Someone who cares – not just about the shadowhunters but about all of shadow world.”

They were quiet for a moment. The only sound in the apartment was the windchime from Max’s room.

“I’m sorry,” Alec said quietly. “I’m sorry they did this to you.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Magnus caressed his husband’s cheek. “It’s not your fault.”

“It isn’t,” Alec said. “But downworld erasure like this exists because no one bothered to question it. I did know a warlock helped Henry but I never bothered to look it up. It didn't matter to me.”

Magnus kissed Alec on the cheek. “It’s alright. I never cared for credit anyway.”

“I know, Magnus,” Alec smiled. “But I...I got the Codex from Rafe’s study table. I don’t want our son learning from a book that only documents half of what happened. It isn’t fair.”

Magnus’ face softened at that. “Okay. If it matters so much to you. Then I will talk to Rafael in the morning.”

“No,” Alec said. “This isn’t just about Rafe. It’s about all the kids.”

Alec looked away, as if he was ashamed.

“You know I wasn’t always like this. I was bigoted too – in my own way. And I think…If I had known…If someone had taught me, it would have helped. If shadowhunters had been taught history as it is, and how it should have been…We could have avoided wars. We could have avoided so much loss.”

“You could have,” Magnus said quietly. “It isn’t just warlocks who are erased. Faries, werewolves, vampires…even mundanes.”

Alec looked pained. “Ignorance breeds hatred. We can’t go on like this.”

“I agree, Alexander,” Magnus said. “But sending a mass fire messages in the middle of the night or spamming the group chat isn’t going to fix this. You said it yourself. This attitude is discriminatory. Discrimination and racism can’t be erased overnight. If you really want to fix this, then you need to sit down and think about this properly.”

Alec was quiet for a moment. A long one.

Then he held out his hand, clearly asking for his phone. Magnus sighed and gave it back.

He started pressing the buttons rapidly again before throwing the device on the bed. “Alright.”

“Did you just scream at the entire clave in all caps?” Magnus laughed, a little nervous.

“No,” Alec said, pulling Magnus into his arms. “Just texted Diego and Simon. I want to talk to them first thing in the morning.”

Magnus raised an eyebrow.

“I’m going to ask Simon to analyze the existing curriculum at the Academy. Catarina should help him. I want to know what the future generation is learning. I want to know how much of it is the truth,” Alec said. “And I’m going to ask Diego to put a team together to rewrite the codex.  We’ll make sure we have representatives from the downworld. If we are going to teach history, then it needs to be as accurate as possible. The Codex should be a book of truth, not carefully worded propaganda.”

“Lots of people might not like the truth,” Magnus said quietly.

Alec kissed him the forehead and shrugged. “Too bad. They picked me as the Consul. Now they gotta deal with it.”

Magnus laughed, his voice becoming softer as it was filled with unending happiness.

“Nobody gets left behind,” Alec promised. “Not this time.”

“Thank you,” Magnus smiled.

“For what?” Alec chuckled. “Giving a shit?”

Magnus shrugged and hugged his husband close, never wanting to let go.

“Thank you,” Alec whispered. “I know the Codex doesn’t say it. But thank you. For all that you do. For all that you are.”

[darkredehmption]

Class Is In

#SL #ClassIsIn

Written by @DamagedBrother and @OfFeatherNFang 

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Mal: 

I shifted uncomfortably. It wasn’t even the first time, but thank fuck, none of my new ‘students’ seemed to notice. As each of the Brothers filed in, taking various seats at the front of the room, I resisted the urge to up and fucking leave. Instead I clenched the black dry erase marker, my eyes straying to Zsadist, who watched me with a small, reassuring smile. My free hand absently brushed over the new scar beneath my shirt, reminding me of what I was doing, and why. 

My most recent hospital stay had ended only a few days earlier, and while I’d been approved to teach a classroom full of muscle clad, would-kick-the-shit-out-of-satan killers, I was still black listed from actually leaving the manse to go on rotation. So I had to take what I could get I guess.

As silence crept in with everyone settling the fuck down, I felt the even more uncomfortable weight of eyes on me, waiting for how I was going to wow them. I mean, this wasn’t a class on explosives, firearms, or the 52 ways you could kill a guy with your thumb. This was on the supernatural. Or, I guess, everything ELSE that was supernatural other than… well, us.

“Right, shit, well… here we go. Never been a public speaker, so bear the fuck with me while I figure this shit out,” I mutter, tapping the marker against my free hand. Rhage, helpfully, grinned and said ‘here, here’. 

“Well, let’s start by cutting straight to the why’s of being here,” I say firmly, looking to Zsadist and giving a small nod. “Z had a demon hitch a ride. He was possessed,” I say flatly. “And demons gossip around the lava water cooler worse than chicks in a high school. If we don’t start taking precautions now, we could be seeing more of them. Or more of what happened…”

I managed to keep myself from brushing the scar this time, but nothing could quell the furious fire burning in me to ensure Zsadist would never, ever have to go through that shit again. 

Zsadist:

I couldn’t help but keep my eyes locked onto my male. I mean let’s face it, I always wanted my eyes on him. But even more lately with what had gone down recently. I could have lost him. Lost the most important person in life at the hands of myself. Well technically not myself, but still, this meeting was important. It was important for the Brotherhood to learn some knowledge on a new threat we had.

Demons.

Shaking the thought from my head as I give my male an encouraging smile. He looked nervous as hell to be in front of the Brotherhood right now, about to teach them a thing or two of his enemies. Though I wanted to believe that my Brothers would behave and give them his full attention. 

I couldn’t help but notice Mal’s hand as it crept closer to the new scar that I helped make on his body. Yes, this wasn’t my doing completely, but my hand was the one wielding the dagger. I had to stop letting myself believe this was all my fault, because it wasn’t. 

The demons were another enemy that we needed to take down. So I made sure everyone was paying attention before my eyes landed on Mal once again. 

Mal:

“I can honestly say I’ve never dealt with a demon possessing a vampire before, but then again, I don’t think the regular vampires they’re used to quite cut it…”

I frowned at that thought, but shrugged and kept going. 

“Anyway, we’ll deal with the other breeds of vampires in another lesson,” I say absently, shaking my head. “And ghouls… werewolves… wendigos… poltergeists… well, you get the idea.” I waved my hand as if it would dismiss all the other breeds of supernatural beasties I’d just thrown out there. “Demons are our most pressing issue. How to identify one…”

Turning to the white board, I popped the top on my marker and started to write as I spoke. 

“Flickering lights. While also a sign of a malevolent spirit, it can be an indicator that a strong demon is nearby. In their raw form, they look like dark black smoke. That smoke will seek access to your body through your nose and mouth,” I instruct, turning to look back at the Brothers. 

All of whom were staring at me, wide eyed and… damn, I wasn’t sure. Angry? Disbelieving? Incredulous? I couldn’t pin it. But this shit was definitely not what they were used to dealing with, and I was going to need to give them a minute to absorb.

“Uh… ask questions, if you want. If it… makes it easier.”

Zsadist:

Whoa okay. That was a lot of knowledge my male just spilled. I was just accepting the fact that demons had entered our world, but all those other things? Hell no. 

As I looked around the room I couldn’t help but notice my Brothers with the same blank look on their faces. Vishous was the first one to recover. I watched carefully as he lit a blunt then leaned across his desk. 

“Well shit. Always figured there was more to life than just us and the humans.” Vishous said with a shrug. 

Rhage’s brows drew in as he raised his hand. I couldn’t help but laugh as he played the role as a student. Once called on, by the very sexy teacher, he drops his hand and unwraps a lollipop.

“So...like all those things you are saying is bad? But how can that be true? I mean...Hadrian is a shifter and he isn’t bad. Used for bad things, sure, but that isn’t his fault. I guess what I’m saying is, what is trying to come for us currently? Do the demons work with the other parties that were mentioned?”

Ah yes, Hadrian.

Even though we were connected, I had a weird feeling that Rhage was tight with the male as well. Rhage once told me that he can relate to Hadrian in some way and hopes that they would get the chance to spend more time together. 

Speaking of, I needed to check in with the shifter and make sure he was doing alright. We did manage to be on rotation together every now and then, but rarely did we have the time to chit chat. Maybe next time Mal was out fighting and I was at home I could see if Hadrian wanted to grab a beer. Couldn’t hurt.

Mal:

“Not all shifters are bad the way not all vampires are bad,” I conceded, nodding my head. “Hadrian is a special example too. Even in his world, being able to shift into more than one creature is rare. Most shifters, like werewolves, are bound to one animal.”

Pausing, I took in a breath, trying not to let myself be distracted by thoughts of Hadrian. The shifter being metaphysically bound to my mate was still a raw point for me, but I was working through it. Y’know. Slowly.

“But back to demons…” Lifting a hand to my shirt, I tugged down the collar just enough to reveal the pentacle tattoo across my chest. I also tried to ignore the quick way Z’s golden eyes narrowed at my potentially showing skin to his Brothers, but in this instance he was definitely going to have to breathe. “There are ways of ensuring a demon can’t possess you,” I explain. “This symbol is a protective one that repels demons. They can’t possess me. You can also wear the symbol, or other various amulets and protective talismans, to prevent it.”

Letting go of the shirt, I start a list.

“So, symbols. Talismans. Holy water,” I add, my tone rueful as I figured some of them were, undoubtedly, rolling their eyes. After all, holy water was also a mythical vampire repellent. “If a demon has already possessed a body, you can sometimes provoke them into revealing themselves by saying the name of God in latin.” I glance back at all of them. “Their eyes will turn a complete and glossy black with no iris at all. If they turn any other colour… well. Run like hell while screaming my name,” I say dryly. 

Zsadist:

My eyes narrowed dangerously low when I watched Mal reveal his chest to my Brothers. Sure, they’ve seen his bare torso, but that doesn’t mean I wanted them sneaking a peek. 

Quickly my head snaps in Vishous’s direction when he starts sketching in the notebook he brought to Mal’s class. Leaning over my desk to look over his shoulder only to reveal a drawing of the tattoo my male wore on his chest. Vishous continued to underline the shape as I leaned back into my seat. He probably had a plan of making some amulets for us to wear while out on rotation.

Everything Mal described sounded...insane. But I knew first hand that this was serious, and everything that he was saying was true.

“I can’t believe we are going to turn into demon hunters!”  Rhage chimes in with a goofy smile.

I hold back a snort, turning my attention towards Tohrment as he clears his throat. All heads turn towards his direction.

“So...do these demons have a main purpose? Or do they just run around trying to find people to possess. Like we know what the lessers want...I was just wondering if these demons had an end goal.” Tohr murmurs as he crosses his arms. 

Mal:

“Woah, hold your horses dragon boy,” I snort, shaking my head. “I don’t want to turn the Brotherhood into hunters. Believe it or not, there are hunters out there ready to track down demons and the like when they pop up and send them back to Hell. The ‘only’ reason I am teaching ‘anything’ right now is because… well, me being here could bring more of the nasties into our radar, and I want everyone at least prepared to handle it.”

Yeah. Fuck. I ‘so’ did not need to lead these leather clad killers into metaphysical battles. They were all about the bang bang motherfuckers, and you couldn’t waste a ghost or half the things I’d fought with just lead and blades alone.

“Case in point,” I continue, arching a brow. “Half the shit I deal with can’t be snuffed out with a few bullets or a well placed knife to the heart cavity, yeah? Banishing demons requires the seal of solomon and exorcism chants and a whole whack of shit. In the case of possession? Prevention is so much better than cure, so I just want everyone able to avoid it. Depending on who excels at these classes, I may go further to teach exorcisms.”

My eyes flicked to Zsadist, then to Vishous, the two I’d already pegged as most likely to be taught an exorcism. If Vishous didn’t go ahead and research the latin for it without me I’d be shocked.

“As far as a demon’s purpose…” I trailed off, sighed then shrugged. “Really, they want mayhem. They want souls. They don’t want to be in hell. So, all of the above and then some. The better their vessel, the more situated they are to get other demons up and included. So, a breed of rich, powerful vampires with all manner of weapons at their disposal would be ‘very’ appealing,” I add dryly. “So, to reiterate… demons flinch at the latin name of God, burn at the touch of holy water, have dark eyes and look like dark clouds of smoke when they come at you in raw form. Any questions?”

Zsadist:

 Everyone kinda stayed quiet, some shook their heads as Mal asked if anyone had questions. Which honestly I was a little relieved at. That means that my Brothers were taking this seriously. Then again after they discovered Hadrian, and learned about shifters, they must believe that anything is possible at this point. 

“Think this is a good starting point. We need to continue on and train to be able to handle the demons. Mal is right in a sense where we don’t need to go out and look for demons to destroy, but more so be equipped to handle them if they get in the way from our main goal.” 

I couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as Rhage’s face fell. Maybe one day Rhage could go on a mission if any of Mal’s hunter friends ever needs a hand. Then again Hollywood actually might cause more damage.

Snorting at the thought as I look up to watch them file out slowly. Vishous stops in front of my mate to show him some things he wrote down then bumps his shoulder before following out after Butch. Figures V would be all about this. I’m sure he would be up all night doing research. 

I lean back in my desk, keeping my eyes on my mate as a private smile slowly forms on my face. Something that my Brothers wouldn’t get to see. Slowly I move to get up, the wooden chair creaking beneath me as I shift my weight off of it. 

“Well, that went...well.” I rumbled as I made my way over to the very handsome teacher. “What do you think?” My arms cross over my broad chest. 

Mal:

With everyone getting the basics down and with no further questions, class seemed to be dismissed. As Vishous stopped to show me his mockup of the tattoo on my chest, I nodded, agreeing with his ideas of necklaces and arm bands bearing the symbol to protect the Brothers. They needed things that were easy to put on or keep close that wouldn’t get in the way of the fight. 

Waiting for Z to come up, I felt myself relaxing the closer he got, until he was right there and I was leaning over to steal a kiss.

“You think it went well?” I murmur, grateful to hear it. “Could you tell I was nervous? Teaching classes is not really my schtick, but everyone seemed to… take it well.”

Sighing, I leant against the desk at the front and gestured backward at the board and the notes I’d made. 

“I know this is new to everyone, but… I appreciate the enthusiasm.” Pausing, I looked my male over and felt a familiar and welcome rush of affection. “You okay?”

Zsadist:

The kiss was soft and I welcomed it by sliding my arms around Mal’s waist. Holding my mate against me as my hand lifted to graze his cheek.

“Yeah, now that everything's okay and you are healed.” I murmur as I avoid his gaze for a moment. Trying not to picture the moment I stabbed my own mate in the chest. 

Clears my throat. “This is good. We needed this done in case we came in contact with another demon. It seems like everyone took it serious for the most part.” I snort thinking of Rhage then shrugs. “Do you feel good about continuing the lessons? I want to make sure every Brother is well equipped to take care of a demon if we come across one. Scribe, don’t need anyone else getting possessed and stabbing people in the manse.”

Mal could have died. So we needed to take this seriously and make sure everyone in the mansion was safe at all times. To think that we let a threat in, that I let a threat in, was unsettling.

Mal:

Nodding, I rubbed a hand down my mate’s arm reassuringly, looking at the empty classroom. I’d already started to take precautions of my own. The second I’d been released from the med wing I’d sought out, of all people, Fritz, asking for a layout of the grounds and every entrance. From there, I’d gone to each one and set up holy seals - wards to keep out demons and trap any that tried to enter. 

“I’ve spoken with Vishous,” I murmur, still thinking about the wards. “I let him know about the wards I put near the entrances - asked him to figure out more permanent solutions to my chalk and salt displays. I think Fritz almost had a coronary when I drew on everything, threw salt everywhere, and told him he couldn’t clean it,” I add ruefully, flashing Z a smile. “But at least that’s a start. I should’ve thought of that when I moved in…”

The admission tasted sour on my tongue, and I looked away from the intensity of that golden gaze to better process my guilt. If I’d had devil’s traps set when I moved in, Zsadist and the demon hitching a ride wouldn’t have got past the door. He’d have been trapped, but performing an exorcism at that point would’ve been a lot fucking easier. But instead I’d been naive, thinking the demons and all the beasties I’d hunted would never find me in Caldwell. And Z had almost paid the price.

“I’m good with continuing lessons, not just on demons,” I said finally, letting out a breath. “And while I was honest when I said I don’t want the Brothers going hunting if I can help it, there is a perk to knowing I have back up if something goes down in our backyard.”

Zsadist:

“Don’t beat yourself up about that. Hell, I’m surprised this is the first time we have come in contact with them. With all the shit we dabble in you would have thought we would have seen them before” I shrug before reaching for my male. My hand cups his nape, forcing his gaze back to mine. 

“Hey. You can’t beat yourself up over this, just like you told me that I can’t even though I do.” I snorted. “It’s done and you are safe in my arms.” My voice cracks slightly at that, holding him a little tighter in my arms. 

“Everything is going well, and I’m grateful to have you teach us how to handle these demons.” I nod before slowly pulling away. 

“Now...come on, let’s head back upstairs…” 

My scarred lips turn up into a playful smirk as I start down the hallway. I couldn’t wait to have my male in our bed and to know that he was safe with me. 

#EndSL #ClassIsIn