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catierambles · 2 months

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Blood Curse Ch.1 (?)

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Melody Cartwright (OFC)

(possibly also Sy x Melody and August x Melody I haven't decided yet. I also don't know if this is going to go anywhere so temper your expectations)

Walter walked down the hall from his office, paper cup of coffee in his hand. Getting called into the Captains office first thing should have worried him, but he was too tired for that. Knocking on the door once to announce his arrival, he pushed open the door, his eyes immediately going to the woman sitting across from the Captain. She had long, curly dark hair gathered in a thick braid down her back which was to him as she sat in the chair.

"Lieutenant." His Captain said, "Thanks for coming to see me this early."

"Of course." He said, "Everything all right?"

"Absolutely." He said, "I'm calling in the senior officers for a one on one meeting before making a general announcement. Walter, this is ADA Melody Cartwright, she's our new liaison with the District Attorney's office." She stood at that, turning to face him, and he was momentarily struck by the purity of her blue eyes.

"What happened to Frank?" Walter asked, turning his attention back to the Captain.

"Frank retired, Ms. Cartwright transferred from Port City to fill the vacancy. She was the DA's liaison to Organized Crime there." His Captain said and he looked at her again.

"It's nice to meet you, Lieutenant." She said, extending her hand with a professional smile. Reaching out, he took it, but as his skin touched hers, a small buzz went through his palm and there was a enraged snarling in the back of his mind. She must have felt it too, a flicker of confusion crossing over her features before she pulled her hand away, shaking it slightly.

"How long did you work with Organized Crime?" Walter asked.

"Five years, before that I was a Prosecutor who worked with anyone who needed me." She said, clenching and unclenching her hand.

"Something wrong with your hand?" He asked but she shook her head.

"Must be dry in here, you shocked me pretty good."

"That's just my electric personality." Walter said and she snorted, a small smile pulling at her lips.

"That was terrible."

"I know, I'm sorry." The snarling in his mind was getting louder and he felt the muscles between his shoulders stiffen. "Is that all, Captain?"

"Yeah, Walter, that's it." His Captain said.

"It was nice meeting you, Melody." He said and she gave him another small smile.

"You as well, Walter." She said and he left the office, heading to his own and closing and locking the door when he was inside. His heart was pounding, his muscles spasming, and he sat down heavily in his chair, breathing through the urge. There was only one reason why his Beast would be reacting the way it was, and it made sense given her surname.

She was a Cartwright witch, a line whose progenitor had cursed his to transform into a ravening beast on the full moon. His ancestor had deserved it, but the curse made it all the way down to him and his male relatives, and only the males. Due to this, it had passed over his daughter from a previous marriage, thankfully. Angie despised him enough. Punching a number into his desk phone with a slightly shaking hand, he put it on speaker and it rang for a bit.

“Sy.”

“Derek.” His voice was tense, the mans name said through gritted teeth.

“The fuck happened?”

“Cartwright witch.” He said simply and he gave a sigh.

“Fuck, man. Breathe. She do anythin’?”

“New ADA.” He said, “It reacted to her. Don’t think she knows.”

“Walt, man, you gotta breathe. You can’t go shiftin’ in the middle of the station, it’d be a bloodbath.”

“I know.”

“You ever run into one before?” Sy asked and Walter shook his head but then remembered the other man couldn’t see him.

“No.” He said.

“What makes you think she’s in the dark about it?”

“The fact that she didn’t try to kill me the moment she saw me?”

“That’d do it.” Sy said and there was a knock on his office door.

“Lieutenant Marshall? It’s Melody. Are you—are you okay?”

“Fuck, that her?” Sy asked.

“Yeah.”

“She must be feelin’ your Beast tryin’ to push to the surface.” He said, “Get rid of her.”

“I’m fine, Melody!” He called back, but he knew he sounded anything but.

“Lieutenant Marsh—Walter, I know we just met but...I can tell you’re not. Can I come in?”

“No!” He snapped, a growl to his voice.

“Walter, breathe.” Sy said, “Get her away from your door, she’s makin’ it worse.”

“I’m—I’m fine, Melody.” He said, carefully controlling his voice, even as the snarling in his head grew louder, “Just a bit of a headache.” There was silence on the other side of the door before the lock clicked back on it’s own and she pushed into the office.

“Sorry, I picked the lock, I—” She was cut off as he crossed the room, pushing her against the wall and making the shelves clatter. Her fear spiked in the air and he resisted the urge to wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze.

“Breathe, Walter!” Sy said through the speaker, his tone urgent. “Fuck! I’m on my way over to the station! Don’t do anythin’!”

“No!” He snapped back. If he was having this reaction, Sy would only throw gasoline on the fire. Her hands pressed to his chest to put some distance between them and a shock went through him, making him jerk. The snarling turned into a roar and he felt the bones of his hands start to pop and shift.

“Easy.” She whispered, her hands sliding over his chest through his sweater. “Breathe, Walter.” Taking his hand, she pressed it to her own chest, taking deep measured breaths. “With me. Breathe with me.” He could tear out her heart, it would be easy, simple, let the change come, rip through skin and bone. Feast on it while it was still warm and beating. Let her blood coat his fur, hot and thick. “Walter.” The roaring cut off, the crashing silence making him flinch. “Breathe.” She pulled him into her arms, tucking his face into her neck and he breathed. His hands slid over her suit jacket and he breathed. His arms moved to encircle her waist and he breathed.

“How did you—how did you do that?” He asked, his voice thick.

“I don’t know.” She admitted, “But I could feel...something building inside me and it just...came out. Now, you want to tell me what that was, exactly? You looked like you were going to tear me apart."

"Why didn't you run?"

"You would have chased me." He would have chased her. He would have hunted her.

"You don't know?"

"Know what?"

"About your family?"

"I don’t talk to my family."

"The Cartwrights?"

"Stevens. Cartwright is my birth surname, legally changed it back when I turned eighteen. Parents died when I was little, spent some time in the system before I was adopted. To say my adoptive family wasn’t the best would be an understatement so I went no contact."

"Walt?" He had forgotten all about Sy on the phone.

"I'm here." He said, his face still buried in the curve of her neck. "I'm fine. She made it quiet."

"They gave it to us, they can control it. If, ya know, it doesn't kill'em before they get the chance." Sy said.

"Walter?" Melody asked, and she tried to pull back, but his arms tightened around her, keeping her still as he pressed his face further into her neck.

"You made it quiet." He said, the low growling that was a constant in the back of his mind since his first shift utterly silent. Sy had turned it into white noise, ignoring it. August listened to it, giving into it more than they did. "You make it quiet."

#henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #august walker #blood curse

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acetolightning · 1 year

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So Hyrule having the blood curse but also being susceptible to Gabon’s influence. If Ganon is revived, much like the monsters that can be controlled by him, he can control Hyrule.

Imagine, the King of Darkness controlling the Hero of Courage, who also has fairy blood and the whole Triforce. Also the hero having magic isn’t something that he would complain about.

The only hero that managed to kill him was now under evil’s control. Having to fight a fairy with power close to that of a Great Fairy, with destructive magic and the soul of courage isn’t someone that anyone wants to do, nevertheless the other heroes.

#Lu hyrule #linked universe #blood curse #fairy Hyrule #Hyrule is powerful and I won’t hear otherwise #like half fairy with powerful magic #a cool sword #what more could you ask for?#headcanon

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hijiki-heichou · 10 months

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Yyyyyyo. Thank you AO3 DDoS-ers for pushing me to finish my damn fic. 😘

#hijikiart #jjk #Blood Curse #FanFic #AO3 #My silly lil fic is finished #After a year and a half

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factorialsfandoms · 2 years

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Is There Anybody Out There?

Not what I was going to write for Whumptober today but, hey, blood curse plus Hyrule meeting the Chain can totally work for ‘why did you save me?’ and ‘rope burns’, right? Well I hope so as that’s what I’m writing.

CW: serious character injury, curse, blood, body horror

Link hangs, by the wrist, above an urn. Or, it was an urn; the urn is still there, he suspects, but now a hideous being grows from it. His flesh has been torn open by the monsters chanting all around, and his blood drips down, landing in the ashes and upon the creature itself.

He has been hanging, dying, for what seems like days, but may only be moments, his sense of time lost to blood loss and the head wound that lead to his capture. Still he struggles, tearing apart his wrists in the ill-made rope, ripping his shoulders from their sockets and desperately trying to escape.

It is not even about survival any more, not for him; with every drop of blood, the malformed creature grows a little less hideous. What had begun as just a pool of blood in a slightly different shade became a lump of flesh and now there is a skull upon a skinless neck, the first few chunks of brain tissue beginning to form within it. There are stubs from the shoulders, where arms will soon come. There is a pelvis all intact, and the first knitting flesh of thighs.

Still Link's blood pours from him and into the ashes - onto the creature now. He should have run out long ago, and yet something keeps him haemoraging. His magic? Their own? A curse on this location reacting to one in his blood? He does not know, all he knows is that it is too much.

Against the odds he sobs again. Consciousness comes in waves, but still it comes.

/Please/ he begs in his mind, too weak to speak, too weak to even fight. /Please, please/.

He cannot remember the other words he needs, but still he begs it of anyone or anything that will listen - not for salvation, but just that his failure will not damn his world. That somehow he will die before this is complete, that the ritual will fail, or any similar thing.

Maybe if he soaks enough blood into the ropes instead it will? He pulls his arms again, mimicking an escape attempt. The hemp digs deeper into his wrists, ripping a little more blistered and angry skin from the friction burns. Blood drips from his wrists, his arms, his gut. Still he begs for mercy, if not for himself, then for Hyrule.

He passes out again.

He wakes again.

It is louder now, but it does not sound like the monotonous chanting, or even cheers of joy.

With failing vision he looks again upon the incubating form; about half the brain seems finished, while muscle tissue is crawling up from the neck and beginning to form a jaw.

A flash of steel, a glint of fire, the loud rocking of a fight.

But who would fight is not for him? A desperate last hurrah by the Castle Guard? The Princess, wielding light between long fingers? The Queen, with bow in hand?

Link cannot tell, he can barely even see - only light gets through to him now - but he turns his face towards the fighting nonetheless, straining to do the impossible as he has always done.

A voice yells something - not a scream, panicked, yes, but not frightened - something about /movement/.

Terrified he swings back to the half-formed creature his blood still pours in to; he does not see anything from it as his vision blacks once more.

Black, and then white, as arms wrap around him and agony peaks once more.

Something is picking at the ropes on his hands, the ropes in which he has been trying to store his blood. Did the monsters notice? Are they finally taking the ropes away, squeezing the blood of them onto their half-formed master? Link is not strong enough to move even without them keeping him in place, not any more.

He tries to struggle, he tries to fight them away, but what can he do? There's a voice in his ear saying impossible things, things to which he refuses to listen, instead he fights and fights and fights fight /fight/!

The dark must sweep him away again, for one moment he is struggling, and the next he has warmth at his back and ground beneath his feet. Something is keeping his head upright, something else is slapping his cheeks again and again and again and /again/.

He wants it to stop. The sting is nothing next to everything else, and yet it serves no purpose at all.

The something behind him is shaking.

The something in front of him hits his cheek again.

Link tries to tell it to stop, eyelids opening a fraction but nothing sinking in. Panicked voiced calm slightly, and there's something at his lips.

Poison?

Why poison? Don't they need more of his blood? He's reasonably sure resurrecting Ganon takes killing him.

When he does nothing, a something forces his head back. Then there's something being dripped into his mouth - poison or no, it is sweet, and his body craves it. Link swallows the drops quickly, ignorant of how his support sags a little as he keens for more. He is not above begging; he is too far gone for speech.

After a moment, more of the poison is put to his lips. Hungrily Link drinks, almost choking in his desperation. Something warm swells in him, and behind him, too; there's pressure on his head, but it is not hurting, and so he ignores it again.

Too soon, the poison is gone. He understands the apology in the voice talking to him now, but not the words themselves. Neither does he understand what the apology is for, unless it is for how the poison seemed to have run out.

There’s speaking again - human speaking - all of it far too fast and frantic and going over his head. The sounds of fighting have died down, and now there are /too many/ voices.

One of the voices addresses him again; Hyrule’s mind is too scattered to understand it. If the aches want to do something different to him, then he is powerless to resist now, the poison having seeped cold paralysis into his bones. Paralysis, or is it just lethargy? He cannot tell.

When the voices do not receive their answer, the warmth at his back shifts instead.

Link moves with it.

This time, as he passes out, he screams.

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Link wakes up warm, the haze in his mind only contributed to by the forming headache. Still it is duller than he would expect, given the weakness in his limbs that reeks of blood loss.

He tries to move his arms, only to find it more exhausting than he has strength for. Instead he lets his head flop to the side, slowly opening his eyes.

Around him is a cave, and beside him is a fire. It is a familiar looking cave - a safe cave - one he has sheltered in before. He cannot see outside with the direction he chose to turn, but he can smell rain outside.

Good, that’s... That’s good.

The area desperately needs the rain, rain to wash away its sins and feed new life...

New Life.

Ganon reborn.

In a moment Link is on his knees, scrambling about for his sword. He... He can’t do this, he /can’t/, but he has to anyway. Ganon, Ganon... His blood was given to Ganon, he has to stop him, where is his sword, where is it?!

Hands grab at him, and he fights back. He fights and fights and no matter what he does, they remain gentle with him. They pull him to a warm chest, tuck his hands where he cannot access them, cup his head and protect his back.

Trapped, but not... Not /trapped/, just trapped.

“I need it,” he manages to bubble out on a shattered throat. “I- I need it, where is it?”

“What do you need?” a voice asks.

Link freezes.

The voice is unfamiliar. So were the blankets he woke up in. So are the arms, and the seven faces he sees as he looks around now.

So is the eight face, up above him.

“Ganon-” Link’s voice catches, and his mind does too. “My sword. You need to run, before he hurts you - I need my sword. Need to... Need to stop him.”

Even held up, Link can feel himself sway.

A second person comes forward - wearing black, and white, a gambeson and a loose tunic above, with only a single eye. He rests a hand on Link’s arm, eye piercing into him.

“It’s alright,” gambeson says, and it isn’t, but what else can Link say. “We stopped the ritual, and burnt everything that was there. It’s alright.”

“My sword-” he asks again, because nothing makes sense, but he /needs/ it. Now he thinks, all of his things were taken from him; he tries to sit up again. If the monsters get their hands of some of that...

“Hush down,” the man holding him says, and there is chain mail beneath this one’s tunic. “We found your things; our Smithy is just checking it all over, and fixing it up.”

“But-”

“You’re in no state to fight, not after something like that,” the arms around him squeeze for a moment. Something in Link’s soul feels safe at the touch. “Didn’t really expect you to be up just yet.”

'Didn’t expect you to survive’ is not said, but even Link can hear it there.

The longer he is held, and the longer he is with these people, somehow the safer he feels. It is counter to everything he knows, and yet, and yet, something deep in his soul radiates happiness to be near them.

Confused, he mumbles again about needing his sword.

The person holding him sighs, and shuffles, and promises that Hyrule will get it back just as soon as he’s well enough to hold it.

Given how heavy he feels, he supposes that’s fair.

Horrible, terrifying, uncomfortable, but fair.

Someone else appears in his vision - a teenager covered in scars - and he’s holding a bowl warm enough to be steaming, even in this room.

“Hey,” he says. “I bought you food. You think you can eat? It’s just broth.”

He calls it just broth, and yet it smells more flavoured than anything that Link has ever before seen. It comes with some water, and a cup of tea, and a potion, and Link wishes he had the strength to take it.

The scarred boy seems to notice, because he grins, takes a bit of each himself, then bring the water up for Link to drink.

Feeling miserable and pathetic Link none the less swallows, even as the man holding him tells him he’s doing well, that’s he’s proud of him.

For what? Being utterly helpless and surrounded by strangers and letting them pour things down his throat? It is nothing worth praising - none of Link’s efforts ever are. He almost got everyone killed, he was caught, and his blood had Ganon more than half returned, and nothing he did ever mattered in the end.

Still he could not say anything, for as soon as the water was taken away, it was replaced by the warm broth. Too caught up in his confusion, Link regrettably barely tasted it as spoon after spoon was fed to him.

And then the potion, and then the tea, and despite not doing anything, Link was exhausted.

The man holding him seemed to realise it, for when the scarred boy reached to his belt, he gestured him away.

“Not now, Champion,” his words were not unkind. “Just get started on dinner, no need to overwhelm him.”

If he could find the strength, Link would laugh - he is already, most definitely, overwhelmed.

“Sure, Captain,” scars - Champion - replies easily, humming to himself as he tucks his things away. “Good to see you up, Link. Hope you feel better soon.”

The use of his name startles Link, but not as much as it could have; everyone knows about his blood curse by now, so who else would have been in the situation? And the monsters had been chanting it enough. He would have been more surprised if they did not know, to be honest.

“Will you manage here?” the man in the gambeson asks; Link had forgotten about him.

“We’ll be fine,” the man holding him - the Captain - says. “You go rest your knees, Old Man.”

He does seem older than the rest, Link supposes, but not properly old, not like the old men he knows. The man says something to much the same effect, but goes to sit with the rest nonetheless.

After a few minutes, the Captain sighs, “let’s get you back to bed, then.”

Something feels wrong about that; as he is moved, Link grabs onto the Captain’s clothes, and tries to push himself deeper into his chest.

To his credit, the man stops moving quickly, reaching his arms back and protectively around, “no?”

Link nods in agreement to the disagreement.

Another sigh, though this one is exasperated and fond, not exhausted. “How about I lie down with you?”

Link has no idea if that’s a good idea or not, but he lets it happen. Just so long as nobody lets go of him. The movement makes the dizziness rear up and ugly, and nearly has the broth coming back up.

Somehow, Link keeps it down.

Soon enough he’s tucked back under blankets softer than he has ever known, and against a chest hard with armour, but warm, and covered in something soft.

“How are you feeling?” the Captain asks of him.

“Dizzy,” Link manages to mumble out, having worked that out recently. “Hurts.”

“Where hurts?” the question is blunt, but the tone is gentle; that’s fine, fewer words make it easier for Link to process anyway.

The question anyway; everywhere hurts, and so he just begins listing every body part he can focus on and name.

Sometime around his kidneys, he’s hushed with a quiet, “everything, then?”

Link nods, and regrets it; a hand comes up to check his forehead.

“We seem to have avoided any infection. For now, at least.” The Captain hums to himself. “There’s a few hours until your bandages need changing; get some rest. It will help more than anything I can do for you.”

There’s pain in the Captain’s voice as he admits his helplessness. Link understands that - intimately. To try everything you know, and everything you can think of, and still all there is to do is let nature take its course.

Sometimes it is reassuring, but most often it is terrifying.

But at least Link can feel the potion at work, the small itch where it knits together flesh, and the pooling warmth where it continues to try replace his blood. The warmth is comforting, even as the situation is strange.

And yet, it is that comfort he understands the least. Who would come after him, if not ordered to? And they seem far too willing and gentle with him to have been ordered, and they are nobody he has met before who might feel a debt for services done. Instead they are just... Helping.

And Link does not understand why.

“Why did you save me?” his voice is even frailer with the question, not even supposed to have been asked.

The Captain looks confused a moment, before giving him a gentle smile even as the arms around him hold on desperately tight, “why wouldn’t I?”

It is... Exactly the response that Link has given a hundred times to a hundred people before, one he knows intimately in the depths of his spirit, and yet never expected to hear. It is the words he says to mothers whose children he returns, to old men whose homes he defends, to stranded military units he raises hell to save, words that hold nothing but sincerity in them.

“But-” Link tries to argue, he does, for his own words - especially not those ones - should never be directed at him.

Unable to do it, he instead bursts into tears.

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heyitsnat · 8 months

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A very sinister and misogynistic book on Maledictuses, by Ængus Unwin. (Image by Freepik) If the lady turning into a giant squid looks familiar to you, you're remembering well. Y used this cringy illustration from a series of books.

#harry potter #maledictus #magic #magical book #harry potter books #Nagini #Blood curse

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emp-echoes · 2 years

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In order to save Twilight… maybe Hyrule needs to use his blood to help resurrect Twilight? If it can bring Ganon back from the dead… surely it can save Twilight…

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #hylia’s bloodline #lu hyrule #lu twilight #linkedverse #linked universe headcanons #lu #i have thoughts #simple thoughts #blood curse #headcannon hyrule #lu headcanons #imma just saying #i speak simple truths

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obscurebelief · 10 months

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First Shift (FB future HC)

Based on post-FB headcanons with Aurelius and Nagini getting together and having children.

Got some inspiration from Origi. nals Klaus being there for Hope’s transformation.

Credence, now named Aurelius looked at his daughter with the same pride as any parent would. Tonight was a night that Nagini had feared for their child due to the blood curse.

Not only did she receive her Hogwarts letter and celebrated, but her birthday was arriving at ten pm, that is where he wished Nagini was around. He did not know what to expect aside from what he was told, but she had left on unavoidable business no matter how much she begged for the night off.

So he stayed with her. Their son was spending the night with Aberforth. While he stayed in their little cottage.

He was reminded of werewolf transformations, but this was different, she would remain sane without potions, but the pain will still be similar the first time. He stayed with her as he remembered the first time his own Obscurus burst out. How afraid he was, in pain, confused. He refused to have his or any daughter deal with this alone.

No Maledictis or Obscurial should deal with being alone when they first transform, dangerous or otherwise.

Melinda was sitting on the bed when it began. The cracking sound made her whine and writhe as her father comforted her.

“I’m here. Let it flow, don’t fight it. If you fight against it, it will hurt so much more.” He did not allow her to think she was alone. He watched her breathe as she began to change. Bones breaking and realigning to her other form, her cries made his heart ache knowing there was nothing he could do to ease her pain. Slowly did her body change.

Only ones with the female linage would have the blood curse and to one day change and never become human again. It was a grief. But he remained proud of her. “Breathe deep.”

She screamed out finally as she changed into another form unlike her mother’s. What had been his daughter, now lay a dark cat that shivered in some pain still before looking up at her father with the same dark eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Melinda.” He gently picks her up and walks to the door that he opened and sat on the porch with the cat. She stretched and moved her new form to test herself and her limits. “If you want to run, you may. Be back before dawn. Your mom will want to know you’re doing well. She will be so proud.” He smiles down at her as she meows up at him, hops down and began to run into Hogsmeade.

Aurelius watching his daughter disappear into the night with a sadness and pride. His beloved and his daughter will one day be trapped in an animal’s body. He just hoped it will still be a long way from now. Or that a cure would stop the curse once and for all and make their animal forms nothing more than harmless Animagus forms.

#bone breaking tw #maledictus #credence barebone #aurelius dumbledore #nagini #blood curse #maledictis and werewolves in this universe deserve better #another thoughtful idea (headcanons)#fantastic beasts

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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im starting the stupid Jeff is Harry Hook fic

Jeff didn’t remember anything from before 13 years old. He woke up one day in the hospital of, what he was told, was his hometown. surrounded by, what he was told, was; his mother, his father, and his little brother.

Jeff didn’t remember anything from before that day, he was told the family got into a car accident, and he hit his head; causing severe amnesia. He remembered the basics, he knew how to read, how to talk, walk, count (mostly, the numbers always switched around on him), nearly everything that would let him be ‘normal’.

Jeff didn’t remember anything, not when he first rode a bike, or when his supposed brother was born, or even his last 13 years of being Jeffery Woods. He didn’t recognize his room, his family, the old dog they had, he didn’t even recognize his name; it felt…wrong. Like it wasn’t his. He didn’t feel like he was….Jeffery Woods. He felt like he was someone else entirely.

But he had no proof, and no memory to back up his feelings. So he stayed quiet and accepted his ‘truth’. He was Jeffery Allan Woods and he guessed it would stay that way.

if anyone has any grammar or just straight up ‘hey wording this this would make it easier to read and make more sense’ im all ears i cannot figure out how to make ‘He woke up one day in the hospital of, what he was told, was his hometown. surrounded by, what he was told, was; his mother, his father, and his little brother.’ easier on the eyes and mouth XP

@sephiralorange @jeffthehistorian

#disney descendants #harry hook descendants #jeff the killer is harry hook and harry hook is jeff the killer #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #harry hook x reader #descendants au #all villain kids were adopted off the isle and if they were adopted out of Auradon their memories were erased to make them 'new'#ooooh but the woods family didnt listen when they were told their new son had a plethora of mental issues #like a madness curse that if not taken care of properly would kill them :D #Blood god curse #blood curse #canonically Harry ahs this curse in all of my fics #just so yall know #bby is mentally fucked <3

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sleepii-moth · 1 year

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maybe im just delirious but this is fucking destroying me

#BLOOD CURSE #ALL THE OTHER ONES ARE ALL CUTESY DJBSNSNSNSKSJSJ AND THIS IS THE ONLY ONE LIKE THAT!!!!

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enjolras-out · 2 years

Link

Hyrule doesn’t dare hope he’ll survive the night. And Sky finds himself unexpectedly fighting a very personal battle.

Final part of Blood Ritual!

#lu hyrule #lu sky #linked universe #linked universe fanfic #blood curse #curse of demise #enjoying that tag #hehehe #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #ewrites #linked universe fanfiction #linkeduniverse #lu legend

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lovelesslittleloser · 2 years

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Look! A wild Obey Me OC!

Human form(s?) still in the works due to humans having four limbs with five smaller limbs at the end of each limb

Anyway, basic info about him I guess

He’s technically human, but has a bloodline curse of turning into a demonic sheep every new moon (although he can choose to transform at any time, just on the new moon it’s not a choice). The curse was laid upon his family due to some great-great-great-great(-great?) grandma on his mother’s side deciding it would be a good idea to repeatedly flirt with a witch’s wife.

Thanks, grandma.

Since it’s a blood curse, only people born by someone with the curse gets the curse. So the family’s partners wouldn’t get the curse, nor would any adopted children.

Since it’s a demonic sheep, all holders of the curse are immune to fire (until they reach certain temperatures), and their wool is pretty tough to cut through. However, they’re still sheep, so they all have to be sheared at least once a year for their health (usually done by another cursed family member or a partner).

The cursed all have three forms:

Human Form: A human. Kinda boring, but necessary for living undetected in the human world and seducing finding a partner. If used too much without any break changing to the mixed form, can suddenly crack, causing the cursed to change into the mixed form.

Mixed Form: Appears to be mostly human still, but with some of the sheep aspects out, such as the horns, ears, tail, teeth, etc. Behavioral aspects also shine through more so than before. The ‘true’ form of the cursed, as either other form takes energy to maintain, unless it’s the sheep form on the new moon.

Sheep Form: A demonic sheep. Automatically the form of the cursed on new moons. Other than the tail, it may seem to be a normal sheep, but that is a very false assumption. As stated prior, it is fire resistant (until it gets above certain temperatures), as well as somewhat resistant to some weapons due to its strong and thick wool. Additionally, it has strong, sharp canine teeth human world sheep don’t have.

He’s most comfortable when in his mixed form, but since humans are the worst, he had to stay in his human form for almost his whole life other than on new moons due to his paranoid parents, and even then, he couldn’t go outside and was forced to sped all of the time in the basement. He wasn’t able to really be friends with anyone, and eventually, he stopped bothering to make friends at all.

When he suddenly woke up in the Devildom, after the obligatory freak-out, he realized he was free. Free from the human world. From silent judgement and wordless pity, from bullies and abusers, from false pleasantries and society. Of course, there would be demon versions of things, but in a world full of demons, is it that hard to believe murder is acceptable?

…Well, maybe that’s a bit of a stretch, but he can fight back. Can find the spite inside him to punch some demons in the face.

Or maybe kiss one. Who knows?

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Blood Curse Ch.2

Pairing: TBD

“I’m sorry.” Melody said, bringing her head up from her hands. “Run that past me again? My ancestor cursed your guys’ ancestor into turning into a wolfman on the full moon?” She sounded incredulous and they didn’t blame her.

“Sounds batshit, doll, but it’s true.” Sy said. He had shown up at one point and was leaning against Walter’s desk while Walter sat on the short couch he had in his office with Melody.

“Trust me, Melody.” Walter said, “If someone did to my daughter what Albert Marshall did to that little girl, I would put a bullet in his head and call it a day. Consequences be damned.”

“Okay, then.” She said, dropping her head back in her hands.

“The man was a monster, so the girls’ momma cursed him to be monster.” Sy said, “I don’t think she expected it to get passed down, though.”

“Yeah, probably not.” Melody said, picking her head up again. “Fuck.”

“Yeah.” Sy said.

“I’m not saying I believe you guys, because it sounds pretty fucking unbelievable, but I—earlier I felt...something.” She said, “And when you came into the room, I felt it again.”

“Your blood cursed ours.” Walter said, “It feels the curse.”

“You’re takin’ it better than your relatives, though.” Sy said, “Last Cartwright witch I met tried to kill me.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“New boot in Iraq, just outta Basic. He got transferred to my command. First patrol we ran, he shot at me. I told the brass it was an accident and pulled some strings to get’im transferred.” Sy explained briefly and she blinked at him. “Yeah. He was probably told that if he ever ran across someone like us, shoot first and ask questions later. We sorted shit before his transfer so he knows that not all of us are rabid beasts, but ya know.”

“Right.” Melody said and looked over at Walter. “You have a daughter?”

“Faye. She’s twelve.” He said, “Her mum and I are divorced and Angie has primary custody. I have her every other weekend and on school holidays. “ He shrugged, “When work allows.”

“Does she—don’t tell me your daughter...”

“Only hits the men.” Sy said, shaking his head.

“Oh thank god.” She said with a relieved sigh, her eyes closing briefly. “So, wait, that means you two are related, right? I mean, distantly. Obviously not directly, you obviously grew up in vastly different environments.”

“Second cousins.” Sy said, “We share great-grandparents. My grandma, his great-aunt, moved from the UK to the US, settled in Texas, got married and had babies. His grandpa, my great-uncle, stayed in the UK. We have another second cousin, August, whose grandma, our great aunt also moved to the US and settled in DC.”

“How the hell did you guys find each other?”

“One of them mail in family tree things.” Sy said with a shrug, “It’s how I found Walt, and a few weeks later August, who’s got some shady government job, rung us up.”

“O-okay then.” She said, “I mean, wolves pack together, right?”

“Never thought of it that way, but yeah.” Sy admitted. “Actually, hold on. Walt, can I use your phone?” Walter made a gesture and Sy went around his desk, punching in a number and putting it on speaker.

“Walker.”

“Hey, Auggie, it’s Sy.” He said, “I got a...well, we got a Cartwright witch here.”

“Are they still alive?” August asked immediately and her brows jumped slightly.

“Yeah she’s still alive, ya donkey!” Sy said indignantly.

“Hi there.” Melody chimed in.

“Why is she still alive?”

“Because we’re sitting in the middle of a goddamn police station and we ain’t fuckin’ animals.” Sy said, “Thought we should give you a heads up, bye.” He hung up the phone, almost slamming the receiver down. “Donkey.”

“He seems...nice.” Melody said and Walter snorted, laying his hand on her back and rubbing slightly. “Sy, Walter said...he said I “made it quiet”. What does that mean?” Sy explained the growling they all constantly heard and she gave a heavy blink. “Well that sounds like an aggressive form of tinnitus.”

“Ya get used to it.” He said with a shrug and she pushed up from the couch, going to him. His hands clenched at his sides at her approach, but he shook them out. Laying her hands on his chest, his jaw clenching at the contact, she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. All tension suddenly left his body and he pressed a hand to Walter’s desk to keep himself upright. “It’s gone. Fuck, I didn’t realize how loud it was until it stopped.” Leaning into her, he rested his head on her shoulder. “Shit.” Her hands came around to press into his back, moving over his t-shirt. “It’s so fuckin’ quiet.”

“Glad I could help.” She said, her hands still moving over his back in soothing motions and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and burying his face in her neck. A sigh deflated his chest as he held her and one of her hands went to the back of his head, her nails moving through the dark stubble covering his scalp.

“Shit.” He sighed, holding her tighter and Walter got up from the couch, going to them. She looked at him as his hand laid between her shoulders and he leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes closing.

“So quiet.” He whispered. The growling had started to come back but it faded again as he stayed close to her, taking in deep breaths. There was no anger, none of the red hot rage that was constantly boiling just beneath the surface, threatening to break free if he didn’t maintain control. There was...peace. He never let Angie see that side of him, never laid a hand on her, or even yelled at her, but she could see it, could feel it, some primitive side of her brain reacting to his Beast. It had ended his marriage.

“Your office door is locked, right?” She asked and he nodded. “Okay, good, wouldn’t want someone to walk in and see this. It’d destroy any shred of professionalism or respect.” Walter chuckled slightly, Sy huffing a laugh against her neck.

“We ain’t makin’ ya uncomfortable, are we?” Sy asked.

“No.” She said, “Surprising, seeing as I just met you two today.”

“Uh, Lieutenant?” There was a knock on his office door. “Your cousin is here. Your other cousin.”

“What the fuck is August doing here?” Walter asked, pulling away from and Sy gave her some respectful distance too as Walter went to the door.

“I swear, if he tries to draw on you darlin’, I—”

“I’ll be fine.” She reassured him and Walter stepped aside to let him into the office. He stood a couple inches than Walter, shoulders wide and build powerful. A neat mustache covered his upper lip, offset by the heavy stubble covering his jaw. On anyone else, it would look ridiculous, something out of a 70’s adult film, but it suited him. His eyes hardened when they fell on her, the pale blue going icy, but she didn’t back down, meeting his eyes with her own. He wasn’t the first man she faced with a top notch death glare, he wouldn’t be the last.

“Easy, Walker.” Walter said but he pushed past him, heading for the desk with purpose. Sy pushed her behind him, putting himself between her and potential danger.

“Get out of the way, Derek.” He said, standing in front of him.

“Not until you take a fuckin’ breath, August.” Sy said, “She ain’t her family.”

“She’s a Cartwright.”

“Yeah, but she didn’t even know about that whole mess until an hour ago.” Sy said.

“Melody’s parents died when she was little.” Walter said, echoing what she had told him earlier, “She was adopted by another family with no connection and was ignorant of her family history until we told her.”

“Bullshit, she has their name.”

“Changed it when I turned eighteen and I dug up my adoption record.” Melody said from behind Sy, “I want nothing to do with my adoptive parents so I sure as hell don’t want to carry their name.”

“She didn’t know, Walker.” Walter said, “She didn’t know. The daughter shouldn’t be punished for the actions of the mother.”

“And the sons shouldn’t be punished for the sins of the father.” August said, his jaw clenching.

“You’re right.” Melody said, “You, all of you, had nothing to do with what happened. You had nothing to do with what your ancestor did, just like I had nothing to do with what mine did. You can hate me all you want, but I didn’t put this on you.” There was a pause where he did nothing before he gave a single nod and took a step back.

“I’m movin’, but if you try anythin’ we’re gonna have problems.” Sy said and August nodded again, watching as Sy stepped aside. They stared at each other for a moment before she extended her hand and August looked at it before placing his hand in hers.

“Nice to meet you.” She said and he nodded, shaking her hand. “Now, I can try something with you that I did with the others. I did it without realizing it to Walter, and Sy was a successful experiment, but if you’d like I can turn down the volume of the...growling. If you’d like.”

“She made it quiet, Auggie.” Sy said, “I can actually fuckin’ hear myself think now.”

“You can do that?” August asked.

“Sy said earlier it’s because my family gave you the curse, so I can control it. Kind of. I can’t...to be honest I don’t know what I’m doing or how I even can, but...but I’d be willing to try with you. It worked for Walter, it worked for Sy, but again, I won’t do it without your permission. Seeing as you have...issues with my birth family.” He just stared at her for a long moment, as if weighing his options.

“Do it.” He said.

“I think—I’m going to have to touch you. Is that okay?” She asked and he nodded again. His gaze was unwavering as she stepped in close, reaching up to lay her hands on his chest and he pulled in a sudden breath, his jaw clenching as his hands came up to hold her shoulders.

“Easy.” Sy said cautiously. Melody closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Whatever she felt made her brows knit together slightly.

“There’s...resistance.” She said, “I can’t—with you two it came forward on it’s own, but with him, I—I don’t know if I can—”

“Whatever,” August sniffed, “You—”

“Wait!” She said, cutting him off, her brows jumping. “There!” His shoulders suddenly slackened and his breath left him in a rush.

“It’s gone,” He said, “It’s quiet. It’s been so long I—I forgot what the quiet sounded like.”

“It’ll come back.” Walter said, “She turns down the volume, but it’ll come back. It’s only temporary.”

“Still.” August sighed, “It’s quiet. She made it quiet.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #august walker #blood curse

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