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specialagentlokitty · 7 months

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Klaus x reader - change for you

Can you do klaus x reader - Anon💜

Sitting in the tree, you overlooked the vast forest around you, only lit up by the light of the moon, shooting stars racing across the sky.

It would’ve been a perfect night to anybody, it was peaceful, and stunning.

But for you it was just a chance to sit there, lost deep in thought, away from everything that was going on.

You had seen these sights over a thousand times, you had seen everything again and again, nothing in this world was new to you anymore.

It was boring.

Sighing heavily, you listening to the howling of wolves in the distance, and the sounds of nocturnal animals out and about.

But what wasn’t an animal was the sound of the steps coming closer and stopping underneath the tree you were in.

“Why are you here?” You asked.

“I know where to find you.” Elijah relied.

Looking down at him, you went back to what you were doing.

“Niklaus requests your assistance.”

“No.”

Elijah looked up at you.

“No? You have never told my brother no before.”

Sighing you jumped down, standing next to him as you crossed your arms.

“I’m tired of running around after Klaus Elijah, I grow bored of it and this never ending life. When I agreed to this, I thought I would never be alone, that was what I was promised, but I suppose I was wrong. So no, I will not help him anymore.”

Elijah turned to look at you.

“Is everything alright?”

“I just wish to be left alone Elijah.”

With that, you walked away from him.

It was hard, the Mikaelsons had been part of your life for as long as you could remember, ever since you became a vampire they were there to help you every step of the way.

But now you realise the beauty to mortality, and you missed that, you missed the simpleness that was a human life.

You wanted out of this world.

So that’s what you did, you withdrew yourself to the deepest forest you could possibly find, and you resigned yourself into isolation.

You had lost track of time, and you weren’t sure how long you had been away for.

Sitting on the log you had turned into a bench, you looked almost like a statue to anyone that would have found themselves this far.

But the man stood in front of you knew better, and he knew that you sensed him there because you got up and walked inside of the small cabin.

“I never thought I would see the day you would walk away from me.”

“Did your brother not tell you I want to be left alone Klaus?” You asked from the doorway.

“He did.”

Klaus walked over, stopping in front of the doorway, watching as you retreated into the home.

You seemed to do a few things before you came back over.

“If you’re here to kill me then fine, just get it over with.”

Klaus sighed a little bit, shaking his head at you.

“I would never, you know that love.”

“Then leave me to my peace.”

“I can’t do that either, not until you agree to come back with me.”

“Then you’re going to be there a long time.”

Klaus walked to sit on the bench you were sat in, and he looked around the little land.

“I would appreciate it if my spouse came back with me, but if not then we can stay here.”

“I don’t want you here, and don’t call me that.”

Klaus furrowed his brows and looked at you.

“Why? We’re married.”

“We haven’t been married for a long time.” You said lowly.

You were fed up.

Everything you had been holding in was bubbling at the top of your throat, waiting to be spilled out.

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not Niklaus? It’s true enough is it not? We have been married for years, you made a vow that I would never be on my own and you would always be there but you never once have been there.” You snapped.

Klaus slowly stood up.

“I have been busy.” He growled.

“Chasing nonsense and trying to murder teenagers who have nothing to do with whatever the hell it is you want!”

You pulled the ring off your hand and tossed it into the forest as hard and as far as you could.

“I thought this would be the most amazing life when I fell for you all those years ago. I realise now I was wrong, and I wish I had died a human. I am weary and have grown sad if the life I have now. I no longer wish to be a vampire, and if the witch I hired cannot find a cure to make me human than I suppose I will die with as much dignity as I can. I will not follow you around like a lost puppy anymore.”

You slammed the door shut.

“Don’t you walk away from me!” Klaus roared.

He knew you would ignore him.

You were always more stubborn than he was, and that was something he loved about you, your stubbornness.

Looking in the direction you threw the ring he began to search for it, and you hadn’t seen him for days.

Those days turned into weeks.

You decided to take a walk, heading through the trees to one of the cliff faces to watch the water, listen to the gentle sounds of the waves.

“I was hoping you would leave me alone.”

“I have something for you.”

You glanced at Klaus as he stood next to you, and he held your ring in his palm.

It was a little dented with scratches.

“I did have someone fix it, but he was unable to get the scratches or dent out of it. I can have a new one made if you prefer?”

“I prefer to be left alone.”

Klaus sighed, putting the ring into his pocket, and he looked at you.

“I’m just trying to make a world where we can both live happily.”

You turned to him.

“That’s what you don’t understand, I don’t care about any of that. Klaus I was happy to just spend my whole life with you. Me and you, that was enough for me. You came into my life and you set my whole world on fire, you made me have a happiness I’d never had before, I thought we would have the most wonderful future together.”

“And we still can my love.”

You shook your head.

“No, we can’t.”

You went to leave.

“You set my heart on fire (Y/N), you are everything I’ve always wanted and more. And I understand I haven’t always been the best husband to you. You were always there for me and I was never there for you, I know.” He sighed.

You turned around to look at him.

“If we were humans I’d want to be with you until we grow old, but I want to be with you until the end of time, I couldn’t picture my life without the likes of you. Please, don’t walk away.”

“I’m done with this Klaus, I cannot do this anymore.”

“Do you want to push me off the cliff? Would that make it better? Because you can.”

“No you idiot.”

“Do it.”

He held his arms out and stood with his back to the water.

“Push me as many times as you want until you feel better.”

“Oh my god I don’t want to hurt you idiot, I’m just tired of this. Maybe this life is for you, but I don’t think it’s for me.”

Klaus walked over to you, and he took your hand in his, placing his other hand on the side of your face.

“It is for you.”

“Klaus.” You warned.

He smiled at you.

“Do you want to live out here? A whole different country? What do you want?”

“I want you to be my husband klaus, I want you to put me higher on your list of priorities, not be the last thing you think about.”

“Oh love you are my highest priority.”

He pulled you in for a hug, holding you tightly.

He hated the thought of not having you with him, not knowing you were were stood right next to him where you should be.

He knew he hadn’t been the best husband, and there was many things he should’ve done differently, but he hated the Idea of you not being there.

Your hands came up to ball into the fabric of his jacket, and you rested your head on his chest.

“Never leave me…” he whispered.

He kissed the side of your head and held you tightly, he wasn’t sure how he was going to change, but he was going to try

#the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries x you #the vampire diaries imagine #tvd #tvd x reader #tvd x you #tvd imagine #klaus Mikealson #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus Mikealson x you #klaus Mikealson imagine

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animatorweirdo · 1 year

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To the end and beyond

Inspired by lovely @edensrose ‘s vampire Au. I might have also re watched castlevania, so this scenario might seem familiar and I thought it might fit. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, grudge, dismembering, Manwe might need a hug.

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After the terrible event that took the life of the king and queen, the once kind-hearted prince seeks out an old acquaintance, a forge master, who could turn the dead into hellish creatures of the night to stand against the treacherous hunters, who took everything he once loved.

The wind blew as he walked. The owls sat in the trees, and a pack of wolves was howling in the distance. The moon basked the land in the moonlight as he approached an old abandoned small fort on the hill. With his sharp vision, he sees the light burning inside, indicating someone is living there.

He lays his hand against the door, pushing it open and allowing himself in. He pulled down his hood, letting his brilliant white hair fall down on his shoulders as he looked around the empty halls and corridors. It was dead quiet. He could only hear the torches burning on the walls and a few mosquitoes that most likely came inside to escape the cold of the night.

“I heard you moving across the grass,” Your voice reached his ears.

"That's very good, (Name). Most people can't hear me moving at all," He smiled as he turned to look at you standing at the door, holding a spiked whip in your hand.

"There's nothing out here but the grass and the endless forest. And even the wolves don't come close to my little home. What brings you out here, lord Manwe?" You questioned.

"You," He answered.

"You have a need for my work?" You asked, tilting your head curiously.

"Invite me across your threshold, (Name)," Manwe said.

After inviting him in, you served him some nourishment. "Do you remember how we first met, (Name)?" Manwe asked after you poured some blood you had stored for occasions into his cup.

"That would be difficult to forget," You stated, putting down the jug. "Say the words– so I know you're still my friend," Manwe spoke. You looked into his eyes which often changed with the color of the sky. Now, they were darkened and carrying a faint shadow beneath them. His posture felt tired, and you noticed a hint of desperation in his look as he waited for your answer.

You sighed and sat down.

“I was being hunted by cultist magicians who wanted to kill me,” You said and took a sip from your water. "Cut me up and sell my parts to other magicians. Someone like me is, in some parts of the world, a rich supply of ingredients for potions, spells, and even aphrodisiacs," You said.

"And you saved me," You looked at him.

"I did," Manwe smiled for a moment.

"The only person in the world who lifted a hand to protect me from anything, and he was not a human," You stated.

"You are still my friend," Manwe let out a smile that looked like relief.

"I am," You said.

"I do have a need for your work. Humankind has betrayed me, and they must be punished," Manwe explained, clenching his wrist.

"May I ask what happened? " You asked. "The hunters... they attacked without notice and killed my father and beloved mother," Manwe said, almost painfully, as he recalled the memory. The sounds of screams and the sight of his kin’s blood still fresh in his mind.

"My deepest condolences, my prince," You bowed your head, holding your hand against your heart. "I do remember meeting your mother once. She was a kind soul like you," You said.

"So war then? you need an army of the night to stand by your side?" You asked.

"You sound suspicious," Manwe stated.

"You're not human. And way back, you wanted to find a way for humanity and vampires to coexist peacefully. You wouldn't dare to harm a little bird and even loathed your vampiric nature. You have gone through a traumatic change, but it's not just punishment you seek,” You explained.

"No, I mean to conquer and end those who murdered my parents and people," He said with a hardened glare. His eyes burned red with a hidden fury before he then let out an exhausted sigh, and they turned back to their original blue color.

"And you want my help to do it?" You asked after waiting for him to calm down. "Yes," He said softly. "Even though I am a human being?" You asked. "Yes," He almost whispered as his shoulders slumped down.

You waited, taking a drink from your water before looking at him. "Do you remember my first words to you?" You asked. "Yes," He said. "Indulge me, master Manwe, so that I may know that you're still my friend," You said, making him look at you.

"You said: I have no fear of death. It always sounded peaceful to me," Manwe said without missing a word with his poetic voice.

You smiled. "I will be loyal to the end and beyond," You expressed.

"Shall we begin?"

#manwe x reader #platonic #vampire au #vampire manwe #the silmarillion x reader #tolkien #forge master reader #silm fic

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larabiatasstuff · 7 months

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Part five🖤

Our hands exploring our bodies, slowly taking our clothes off until we both were lying naked in the moonlight. His body was beautiful, muscular and well build. He started kissing my neck, his hands gently kneading my breasts. Every touch felt like electricity that shot through my body and I couldn't help myself but I wanted more. I pushed him down on his back and straddled him. He looked surprised at first but he let me take control of the situation. I gave his already rock hard cock a few strokes and let myself sink on it. The stretching sensation was amazing and we both let out a moan. I leaned down to kiss him and his hands grabbed my hips and started to move them back and forward while he thrusted into me in the same rhythm. I already felt my orgasm building in my stomach and I could tell he was close too. Suddenly he flipped me over so I was under him, he pinned my hands over my head and started to fuck me mercilessly until we both reached our climax with a loud moan. We stayed in this position for a moment. "I promise you Y/N, no one will hurt you. I won't let that happen my treasure." with that he leaned down and kissed me again. We spent a few hours cuddled up together watching the stars before we returned to the camp. We both knew that we could die tomorrow so we enjoyed every minute together. The next day went by very fast. I sharpened the weapons and prepared everything we needed for the battle. When the sun was setting Valek and the other vampires came out of their tents. Valek stood in front of us for a last speech before it would get serious. "Tonight will be the night we will end the war against the werewolves. They took too many lifes not just from our midst they also killed innocent women, children and men. This had to stop. We will go out there and fight side by side together and maybe if we're victorious, we can fix our relationship with the humans and live happily side by side. " Jan looked at me when he said this and I gave him a smile. Then the howling of wolves was heard and his expression got serious." It starts. We have to go now. " with that we started walking towards the forest and as soon as we took a step forward we were greeted by ten werewolves with glowing eyes and sharp teeth and from behind them came the village elder.

Part six🖤

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #jan valek x reader #jan valek

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addamvelaryon · 1 year

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When they had first come to King’s Landing, she used to have bad dreams about getting lost in the castle. Father said the Red Keep was smaller than Winterfell, but in her dreams it had been immense, an endless stone maze with walls that seemed to shift and change behind her. She would find herself wandering down gloomy halls past faded tapestries, descending endless circular stairs, darting through courtyards or over bridges, her shouts echoing unanswered. In some of the rooms the red stone walls would seem to drip blood, and nowhere could she find a window. Sometimes she would hear her father’s voice, but always from a long way off, and no matter how hard she ran after it, it would grow fainter and fainter, until it faded to nothing and Arya was alone in the dark.

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“I was down in the dungeons, only they turned into this tunnel. It was all dark, and I didn’t have a torch or a candle to see by, so I had to follow. I couldn’t go back the way I came on account of the monsters. Father, they were talking about killing you! Not the monsters, the two men. They didn’t see me, I was being still as stone and quiet as a shadow, but I heard them.”

— A Game of Thrones, Arya III

She must have slept, though she never remembered closing her eyes. She dreamed a wolf was howling, and the sound was so terrible that it woke her at once. Arya sat up on her pallet with her heart thumping. “Hot Pie, wake up.” She scrambled to her feet. “Woth, Gendry, didn’t you hear?” She pulled on a boot.

All around her, men and boys stirred and crawled from their pallets. “What’s wrong?” Hot Pie asked. “Hear what?” Gendry wanted to know. “Arry had a bad dream,” someone else said.

“No, I heard it,” she insisted. “A wolf.”

“Arry has wolves in his head,” sneered Lommy. “Let them howl,” Gerren said, “they’re out there, we’re in here.” Woth agreed. “Never saw no wolf could storm a holdfast.” Hot Pie was saying, “I never heard nothing.”

“It was a wolf,” she shouted at them as she yanked on her second boot. “Something’s wrong, someone’s coming, get up!”

Before they could hoot her down again, the sound came shuddering through the night—only it was no wolf this time, it was Kurz blowing his hunting horn, sounding danger.

— A Clash of Kings, Arya IV

Little prophetess Arya having dreams that warn of future events and the danger that is to come. Of course her warnings fall on empty ears; others don’t believe her until it’s too late. Arya is able to anticipate danger and react quickly as a means to avoid harm. But the ones that dismiss her warnings don’t usually turn out so lucky. It’s often mentioned that the Old Gods repeatedly reach out to her to reaffirm her identity as Arya Stark. But they’ve also been keeping her forewarned of potential threats, though Arya herself does not realize the full implications of her dreams. That being said, she is still astute enough to understand that something is wrong.

Oh, drunken gods of slaughter; You know I've always been your favourite daughter.

— Cassandra, Florence + the Machine

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #meta #arya stark #text

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sins-of-the-sea · 1 year

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The Master's Sermons: ‘Sin’

"Gather round, my children. And let me tell you something interesting about sin and transgression....

"Who is humanity to tell what is right and wrong? Once upon a time, your ancestors had no qualms with breaking open the skulls of rivals in order to feed or multiply. There are beasts who would drown others for the sheer fun of it, or even use their corpses to act upon them what you would imprison your fellow men over. Why is it okay for the dog to rip apart another dog by the throat to protect their territory but not the man?

"'We are not dogs! We are civilized!' says humanity. And you are not wrong. Civilizations evolve over time due to changing values. But who are you all to say your progress is in the right? Once upon a time, different people in what is now known as the Americas allowed people to live as other genders, until the colonizers came and suddenly it is evil and wrong, then have the audacity to prohibit drink but introduce alcohol to these people anyway. Nations say women can dress one way, then the opposite the next, then a different opposite the next. There is never any consistency. And to say 'dress however you want' or 'believe however you want' has its own consequences. You tell people to live however you like until they say something you don't like.... and it would not take long until the pitchforks and torches are raised.

"Humanity is not far from the beasts as they think they are. Their ability to reason and be aware are all only because their brains have more neurons to fire at certain times. You are not special for having opposable thumbs, being able to use tools, or deciding that eating meat is cruel. You wear clothes for the base reasons of either keeping warm, attracting mates, or prancing around on principle. You develop weapons for the purpose to harm and kill. Even things like technology are developed for a very basic reason: to make your lives easier. Are your vessels truly any different from the wings of birds or fins of fish? Are your letters and communication devices any different from the dances of bees or the howls of wolves? So often you all deny you are better than your base natures--your hungers, your thirsts, your arousals. And you would dare to make sins out of them.

"So it is no wonder there is so much suffering among you all, especially as it is amplified through the actions of humanity. You see something you don't understand, you vilify it right away. If something terrible happens, you find someone to blame, be it plagues or famine. It makes you feel good, doesn't it? To feel superior over someone to ride this notion of Virtue over others? Does it feel good to call upon your friends over someone who writes poetry over a beautiful woman? Do you feel justified in having someone lose their livelihood because they chose to raise a child? Do not lie. Do not be dishonest with yourself. You may be human, but you also have your base natures to yourselves. Even with all your posturing on how righteous you are for condemning the sinner, all you do is lie to yourselves on your arbitrary virtue.

"And do not think once you are humble, simple, and kind. That is all a façade, a lie you tell yourselves because of this 'virtue' you supposedly hold. The fact you do not brag or have made grandiose acts of goodness does not make you any better than the criminal and the thug. To say you never lie, cheat, or steal means you are lying to yourselves as well.

"Sin and transgression should not be condemned, it should be praised--for it is your base natures unfiltered, unadulterated by humanity's flimsy definitions of goodness and virtue. Strength and power were always what determines survival in the wild, and it is through the exploits of virtue that allows the wealthy and the elite to rise above you. Why should you play by the rules they laid our, or the ones they abide by? Why continue to let the taxpayer take all your hard-earned money for a king that starves and scourges you? Why let the man whom you loved and trusted live after he condemns you for being honest with yourself? Let not the lies of the Holy Books of the world lead you into self-imposed misery in the name of virtue. Declare that there is no God. Declare that there is no Heaven. And even if they exist…. Are they places you want to go to or people you want to rub shoulders with? To be with kings who defined prosperity by how many backs he broke to overfeed his personal court? To be with the heroes who made entire civilizations extinct?

“The notions of goodness are lies. Lies. They are declarations of beliefs that only serve to extort and exploit. ‘Love’ is just a rush of euphoria a mother has for ensuring her progeny survives, or a mate experiences when finding the right set of genes to make sure his blood lives on. Poets and philosophers–foolish men who have declared plucked chickens as no different from humanity–have made the notions of love, brotherhood, and family more than what they truly are. And due note that it is because of ‘love’ that Christians try to exterminate Jews because of their love for Christ, or fathers banish their daughters when they declare them their sons. Love, in fact, is why I have the Seven with me instead of in the grave. Love is, after all, the reason a child is stuck in a cellar for ten years, or left behind alone in a city. Love is abandonment. Love is exile. Love is scourge on your back, either by man or by God. Tell me I am wrong, and I will show you evidence in the millions I am right.

“I am a speaker of truth eons old, denied by souls who are terrified of the very idea of being wrong their whole lives. By accepting me, I empower. I strengthen. I am a benefactor. I am release. I give reason to not fear Hell, the dark, the depths of one’s sin. And through me, those who bind themselves to me will become greater than what humanity claims to be. And by embracing Sin, one can become greater than their base nature by empowering it instead of denying it. And through me, humanity’s supposed virtues will wash off like foamy droplets of the sea.”

#tl;dr humanity stinks and you should embrace evil blah blah blah #[The Master]#torture tw #blood tw #genocide tw #persecution tw #religion tw #death tw #murder tw #manipulation tw #intrusive thoughts tw #AND SO MUCH MORE OH GOD JUST CONSIDER THIS A GENEREAL TRIGGER WARNING

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stoptellinglieslois · 7 months

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Love fair Act 10

Clark Kent human x Dick Grayson vampire no cape and tights but fangs and might alternative universe.

Clark pov

It's a bit hectic but behind the scenes everyone is scrambling to prepare for the play tonight it's almost show time.

The students will finally perform Tristan and Isolde whose parents and peers are already seated.

As I pull the curtain the audience clap and cheer as the stages are presented, I worked so hard on painting and building the scenery all I want is tonight to be a success.

As the first scene starts I get this uneasy feeling about tonight but I am not sure why, I seem to be absolutely fine and yet I have this strong feeling in me that's telling me to look around I might miss it whatever that is it was here at school.

I watched Conner get fitted in his costume squirming not liking how tight it feels, I started walking not knowing what I am looking for but it was here, I am confused as to what I was feeling I felt nervous like something is going to happen tonight and I am not yet prepared for it to be reveal to me yet.

I stopped walking I am being the narrative in the show. Booklet in hand I take my seat on a stool ready for me on stage as lights go down.

My mind goes black and I am being pulled into one of those memories again. I wasn't able to go back into the present and where I was is a complete war zone I am familiar where I am at this moment this is Richard uncle's castle fire and smoke and carnage every where I turned in each corner.

I ran looking for help screaming help crying being hopeless. Someone grabbed my arm harshly. "Come on I was looking for you we need to flee here as soon as possible right now." It is Richard who pulled my arm roughly we got into a room he locked us in.

"Here take this it's poison try to stay alive I can't bare it if you get killed." I breathed hard the screams and fight outside of this room was no short then the apocalypse and I don't say us staying here would stop the inevitable.

I heard howling it was like there is an army of wolves outside of this room. I hear the ceiling crack as debris falls as chunks scatter down on us the dust came down heavily on us I inhaled some of the dust in and cough to no end in till someone fell down a loud thump beside me.

I pulled out my poison the place is completely dusty at this point I couldn't see in front of me. Richard didn't say anything except coughing his lungs out every breath we took the dust came in it was getting hard for us to breathe.

I heard hissing like a snake and I hurled my poison bottled at the hissing person. the bottle shatters on the being my fear is starting to come true it was still dusty here as more debris fell from the ceiling my vision is a bit blurred, I don't think I used the poison right it did nothing for the intruder we were doomed.

I fell to the floor everything was like slow motion a man with teeth as long and vicious looking sank his teeth into my throat, All I saw was Richard screaming running towards me I was loosing consciousness fast and blacked out.

I was now in the present time sitting on the stool I caught myself narrating out loud I zoned out of there quickly. "As Isolde found a boat that is wrecked by the shore." I blinked as I spoke to the audience this is such a psychedelic trip I am going through as Stephanie came in wearing light pink frock flowing behind her as Conner is on the floor.

As she bent over and said her lines to the audience I started being pulled out of the presence once more. As I felt closed up no air was here I am trapped in the dark small place, I screamed and clawed my way out of the small dark place I had power I had no idea that I had as I dug my way out of I had no idea I was in dirt as climbed out.

And when I got out I breathed in air that I didn't need I didn't need air ? I looked around and saw a man tower over me, Light ash dark blonde hair blue eyes shun like the sky on sunday morning even if it was dark, I sprung into action as I fought the man who brought me forth how as I tried to kill him.

I strangled and he pushed me off with great strength and I landed on my back, I got up swiftly he punched me square in the jaw hard I spat teeth out as blood poured out like a faucet from my mouth.

I hissed at him as I charged at him and tried to claw at him I was angry this man brought me back from absolute peace I was in the ground I should stay in the ground. "Joseph I am your master be still." When he said that I had no patience for him nor his foolishness. I kicked him in the mouth.

I stormed off as he chased me and yelled at me for me to come back I ran wild in the deep forest, I stayed there maybe the man gave up on me and left and I was free from him.

I kept walking I was far from the forest now and found myself somewhere, A small village as I walked in the tavern I let myself in as all eyes are on me each eyes in the room just stared at me these people looked familiar to me some how. "Joseph!" I looked to my left a man around twenty I knew him or saw him before I tried my memory for a name. "Richard." I said to him I think I got it right. His name is Richard. "Goodness are you ok they got my brother Tim we don't know where he is." I liked his warmth and I heard his heart beat which I thought was quite strange to me. "Richard get away from him." A man around my height with dark hair and cool blue eyes yanked Richard away from me.

I felt emotions that I never felt before and they are all clustered together and wanted to come out all at once.

"Throw him out."

"Yes sire."

"No wait !."

I hissed at the men approaching me I advanced on them and that's when hunger broke in like no other, I didn't know what to do I felt this gripped on me like another manifestation all on its own. "Get back demon." A man spat out I had no control of my instinct kicked in. "Richard please help me." I knew what I was doing being deceptive about the feeling of feeding rolled me, twisted me turned me about as a malvoyant being and is taking control I was losing the fight in me fast.

"Don't listen Richard he's turned he's a vampire come away." The screams as panic rocked the tavern as people reacted to the word vampire and that's when I knew I was doomed from the start being here was not good I need to feed though.

"Richard please I am not a vampire nor am I a demon I am your fisherman remember." I was playing with his emotions and pulled a trump card as he pushed people aside to get to me I now recognise the man trying to pull him away it is prince Bruce.

Richard reached me and I pulled him close like hostage and swore multiple swear words something I never did when.... when I was alive. "I swear if you come close I'll drain him and get back all of you." I spat out hissing and was ready to attack as Richard stayed clutched in my arms and the men advancing slowly towards us.

I had a stare down with Bruce who seemed not what he seemed. "I will kill you vampire make no mistake torches." Everyone lit up their torches like a cigarette. "Please don't kill me I love you." Richard whisper low as I clutched him closer to me I never felt more aroused and alive and all of these feeling are wrong.

"Then stay with me forever be with me forever like this my prince." I sunk my teeth in his throat and it is like heaven had fallen into my arms and lifted me up into the night sky. It was short lived as torches hit me and I was lit up and brushed it quickly off before it would engulf me.

I dropped Richard harshly on the tavern floor as Bruce ran towards him. "Kill the vampire." The peasant shouted.

"He's breathing lightly." I walked towards Bruce and Richard. "I could give him life I could make life he won't last long." Bruce stared at me long and hard. "And make him like you never." I watched his body grow cold. "Please let me help you." As Richard found the strength to look at me and pleaded.

I slit my wrist. "Please let him drink from me your highness before he leaves permanently." I said to him more urgently.

"I will kill you." He shouted I had enough of this and kicked him away and I could distinctly hear a dog yelp coming from Bruce.

He was leaving I crouched down and put my bleeding wrist towards Richard. "Drink Richard for your fisherman please." Richard grimaced as he took my wrist. "No son." Bruce shouted people ran from what they were seeing but a miracle happened and Richard drank my blood.

He kept drinking. "No Joseph let him go." The same man I ran away from is trying to pull my wrist away from Richard. "Stop that at once Joseph you are too new." Richard took enough blood turning him into a vampire it is what I wished for.

I was pulled like a rag doll and pushed up against the wall. "You fuck up piss of shit what are you doing." Richard laid comatose on the floor. "He is dying." I told the blonde man. "This human is the son of the lycanthrope you had no business here with them." The blonde man said.

Bruce hurled a torch light towards us I was too slow to move from the flames of the fire, It got me good this time and lit me on fire I screamed as holy fire destroyed me up as I am being forced out of my body and into the darkness my body crumpled to the floor and I was finally finished.

But I still stay there watching Bruce and the blonde man watch each other quietly like a beast, A wolf out of nowhere comes to Bruce's side as they circle around Richard's body.

"The boy is a vampire now even in this state let him be I will care for him are ways are more suited for him."

"Your ways he belongs with me and this country go on blood sucker leave now."

"I refuse to leave what my child left me I have to take care of him now."

"He's my son."

"Yes but he's my son right now he won't be good to you prince."

Vampire and werewolf circle around Richard's half dead half alive body on the floor like a dance. "He is not one of you." Bruce said.

"And he is not a wolf like you."

"I swear to let him be by your side as soon as he learns what he needs to learn from me and I will release him from my grasp." As I was being pulled out of that particular episode my mind wandered back into the present time.

While I was watching the play something was wrong. Stephanie looked at me. "Tristan....." I realise Tristan is supposed to show up for this scene where is Conner oh crap. "Tristan what say you." The audience laughed a little as Stephanie is improvising a bit.

I looked around from my stool where he was. It wasn't like him I know I was zoned out for most of the play but this is crazy. My thoughts are being interrupted by a man dressed up in attire I've seen in my thoughts and memories I shared with Richard.

Black and dark blue tights with a bit of gold long black flowing hair like a raven like silk, As the man waltz in the room as if he owned it blue sliver eyes lighted up on me he couldn't help but smile at me his fangs showing only for me to see.

"Oh Isolde what a delay." I froze in place.

"Oh my god Richard."

End of act 10 on to act 11

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superjones · 2 years

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To continue on the shapeshifting reverse Isekai.

I get to the mall and it's a mess. There's burning cars out front and scattered corpses. It seams like others had the same idea as me but was stopped by wolves and goblins. Maybe something else i haven't seen yet. The glass facade is broken and i walk into the big grocery store. There's no corpses in there, but some stuff have been knocked off the shelves here and there. I get down to the back of the store where the coolers are. As everything else electric they have stopped working. It won't be too long before all of this raw meat spoil. So it's time to see if the inventory can do something about that. I start putting stuff into my inventory. Something seam to have made a big hole in the roof, but i can't see anything around that did it. I go to the drinks section, takes all the cola they have and pics a few wines i could never afford to think about buying before. This store really have everything, i think as i drag a grill and coal to the hole in the ceiling. I make a little camp around the hole and think to myself, this is probably the end of the world, so let's go out with a bang. There's some noice outside every now and then. Screams, howls and some kind of explosion. I stay put, not sure if i would run or fight if whatever made those sounds would get here. It was hard to fall asleep. The silence was almost more unsettling. The day after I went to explore the rest of the mall. There had to be someone somewhere, or whatever that did why there wasn't. I took an axe from the gardening section to defend myself. There was more broken in glass at one of the other entrenches, but still no corpses. It almost looked like someone had cleaned the floor. I look further and see something further down the hall. It's a little blue blob. It's following a blood trail and sucking it up as it moves over it. So that's why it look so clean around here. I sneak up on it and swings my axe. It glides through it like butter and the slime turns into smoke that flows into me. Liquid body is the power i got from it. I turn my hand into a goopy slime for a moment before turning back. That'll be interesting. I look into what else it says about the slime. It survives by desolving organic matter and absorbing smaller slimes. The absorbing part seams like it'll be practical. There's some rattling from one of the stores. The one where the blood trail leads into. I sneak over there and there's a slime the sice of a beanbag on top of someone. Their face and upper torso is disolved to the bone and it seams like the blood came from their broken leg. I take a swing at it. The axe slides in easily like with the other but instead of turning to smoke, it just closes up after like nothing happened. Two dots on its surface now faces me. It jumps at me. I close my eyes and hold my hands up by reflex. As it hits my hand it gets absorbed into me. Apparently my mass isn't just weight as i was, but the collective weight of the monsters i have killed.

To be continued

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darkmulti · 3 years

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I see your request is open for hc yay!

Can i request A!JKxO!Reader where jK has a huge dick and reader is a virgin and also his mate. So JK marries her and forcefully deflowered her and forcing orgasms out of her (bleeding/blood play while deflowering her is up to you). She found out JK’s obsessions of forcing orgasms out of hers until she passed out every night. JK also has a breeding and breastfeeding kink so he wanna knock her up just so he can breastfeed on her. He locked her up, all the time he spends with her is used to breed her while forcing as many orgasms out of her. Ok thats too long of an ask, sorry.. 🥺 thanks! 💜

-> I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH SHAUSHSHS

⚠️: NON CON, mention of blood, breeding kink, breast feeding kink, multiple orgasm, dacryphilia kink, angst, death, murder, slapping, somnophilia kink, rough sex

Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Virgin!reader

-> sorry for any mistakes

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Your breed and Jungkook’s breed are not on good terms

The reason why is because your breed have better senses and are a lot stronger

Jungkook’s breed is the second strongest and let me tell you, they don’t like second place

Since they outdo your breed in numbers, they travel around in large packs and kill wolves your kind

If they eliminate all of you, they’ll be on top

Your parents raised you to stay away from them

They’re just trying to keep you safe because you’re their only child

They allowed you to explore the forest, but you couldn’t go too far

They still needed to be able to smell you out

You’re parents also told you howl if you felt like you were in danger

And you can only explore during the day time

Once it’s night, you must stay close to your parents so they can protect you

One day, you were sitting close to edge of a cliff

This was your favourite spot because it gave the perfect view of the sun setting

10 minutes later, you decided to go back to your pack only to be horrified by the scene

Your pack… everyone was dead

Blood everywhere

Bite marks all over their body

You walked into the crime scene more and saw your parents dead on the ground, next to each other

You immediately burst out into tears, not believing what you’re seeing

“Mom! Mom, please! Wake up!” You nudged her but it was too late

You sat down in between your parents and grieved the whole night

Why couldn’t they kill you too?

You were about to close your eyes but, caught an unfamiliar scent

Your natural instincts kicked in and you got up

You started looking around but that’s when something attacked you from behind

You fall to the ground and knock out after they give you one hard blow to the head

The next morning, you woke up in a bed

You frantically looked around, trying to put the pieces together, but that’s when he popped out of no where

His scent didn’t fail to reach you and once you inhaled it, you remembered all the traumatizing events of last night

Your heart rate increased and you immediately started to panic

“Where’s my mom?! Where am I?! Take me home!”

You started to freak out

“My mom told me to stay away from monsters like you! Leave me alone!”

You let out a piercing howl and made a run for it

However, Jungkook was faster and much, much stronger

He got a hold of your wrist and dragged you back to the room

He quickly pulled out his phone and shoved it in your face

You were squirming around at first but once you heard a familiar cry, you stopped

Jungkook was showing you live footage of wolves your breed, tied up god knows where and howling for help

Your heart crumbled into a million pieces

“W-why are you doing this to us?” You choked on your sobs while watching your breed beg for mercy

“Marry me, and I’ll let them go.”

You looked at him, appalled

“Marry? I won’t marry you. After you killed my family, you want to get married?!”

You pushed him away from you and slapped him

Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue and quickly dialed a number

“Kill them all.”

You look up wide eyed and shouted “No!”

“You don’t wanna marry me so, now I have to kill them.”

“Wait! No! I’ll marry you! Please set them free!”

Jungkook smirked in victory and told his buddies to stop

“Wedding is tomorrow. Everything is planned, all you have to do is get all dolled up for me and say “I do.”

He left your room as you sat down on the edge of the bed, wiping your tears away

The next day was the worst day of your life

They woke you up early so, they could start getting you ready for the wedding

Once you said “I do” at the alter and signed the paper, Jungkook lips turned into a evil grin

After sealing your marriage with your first kiss, Jungkook drove you both back to your new house

Once you got inside you turned around and faced him

“I did what you asked. I got married to you and now, I’m your mate. You got what you wanted. Now show me live footage that you’re letting the wolves go.”

“You’re so cute, y’know? You really fell for it. The footage wasn’t live. Those wolves have been dead for a while. I could show you the footage of me killing them, if you’d like.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach

“What do you mean? It wasn’t real?!”

“You’re so naive, little one.”

You look at him, dumbfounded

“Why did you kill all of them? Why did you kill my pack? I just don’t understand. Why did you kill all of them just to marry me in the end?”

“Lower your voice, I don’t like being talked to in that way.”

“Go fuck yourself!” You yelled and turned around to leave

He pulled you back and carried you downstairs to the basement while you kept thrashing and yelling

“Let me go, you sick bastard! I don’t want to be near you. Your scent is disgusting!”

You made the worst mistake of your life that night

That was the first time you made him angry

He tried controlling himself but, after you insulted his scent, he wasn’t going to go easy on you

One hard slap after another shut you up pretty quickly

Now, you were terrified of him

Your cheeks were warm and stinging as hot tears glided down

All you could think was “why?”

Why was this happening to you?

Why was only your breed being targeted?

Why did he kill all those wolves?

It mentally tore you apart

You couldn’t wrap your head around anything going on

Before you could fight back, Jungkook got on top of you and pulled your dress down

“W-what’re you doing?!” You quickly grab your dress and struggled to keep it up

“No! No, please! I’m not ready! Please, I’m not ready! I hate you!”

You began to panic, so naturally you howled

“Please! I want my first to be someone I love! Please, don’t do this to me! I’ve never done anything bad in my life! You can kill me if you’d like!”

Crying and fighting wasn’t enough to stop Jungkook

He pushed his whole length in and started fucking you hard without letting you adjust

You frantically cover your breast and private part with your hands but he flipped you around and took you from behind

You felt disgusting and worthless

Your blood was streaming down your thigh and it covered his cock

Jungkook grabbed your ripped wedding dress and wiped up all the blood so, you’ll never forget this day

He threw it in front of you to make you feel even more bad about yourself

You looked away from the dress and focused on your breathing

The speed he was going at was unbearable therefore, it was quite hard to catch your breath

You started to cry for help, calling for anyone who was brave enough to save you

Jungkook’s size wasn’t easy to adjust to

It felt like you were being ripped apart

Especially because it was your first time

“P-please! S-slower! I can’t-”

Your voice cracked in between your sobs

You felt his cock grow inside of you and his tip began rubbing against your cervix

The pain was too much to handle so, you started to cry harder

“No! Too much! I can’t take it!” You wailed, trying to move away from him

He pulled you right back and went as deep as he possibly could

You came around him and thought it was over

Little did you know, it was just the beginning

Hours later, you were under him sobbing hysterically

You were filled with his cum to the point where it was leaking out of you

There was literally a puddle of cum in between your legs

You had bruises all over your arms and body because of his tight grip

And his strong scent made your head spin

You were a helpless, mess

Hickeys covered your neck, collarbone and jawline

Your lips were swollen from all the rough kisses

Your clit was burning from overstimulation

Your cheek was red and bruised

But, Jungkook didn’t plan on stopping

You felt like you were going to pass out when suddenly ripples of forced pleasure pushed through your body

You held your breath and tried fighting off the feeling but it was impossible

You started to cry more, not being able to handle the fierce orgasm

You sobbed uncontrollably, not know what was happening to your body

Before you could open your eyes again, you passed out

Jungkook hovered over you again and fucked you 10x harder after watching you spasm around him

He didn’t care that you were unconscious

You looked so hot in that moment, he couldn’t resist

This continued on for the rest of the year until he purposely impregnated you

If his offspring had a mix of his genes and a mix of your genes, it’d definitely be one of the strongest wolves to ever live

You were crying so hard, telling him to stop because you weren’t on anything

After you found out you were pregnant, he blamed it on you

“You have one fucking job and it was to take your pill.”

“I ran out of pills and I told you that night! I told you to stop. Jungkook, I tried my best to warn you but you didn’t listen-”

He pushed you back on the bed and forced another orgasm out of you, not caring about your pregnancy

You couldn’t fight him off so, you stayed still and hoped for the best

You didn’t want to stress out because it would be bad for your baby

Although you were pregnant, Jungkook demanded sex

Even when you were 8 months pregnant, he still fucked you as hard as he could

You were in so much pain but handled it for your child

The next month, you gave birth

You were obviously new to the mom life and it was quite difficult to adjust

Usually, women have to wait 4-6 weeks before engaging in sexual intercourse

The doctor explained it to both you and Jungkook, so it’s not like he doesn’t know

After you breast feed your newborn son, you tuck him into bed and go to your shared bedroom

You were still in a lot of pain and really wanted some rest

Jungkook was out hunting and when he came home, he was a bit intoxicated

You smelt the alcohol the moment he stepped in the house

He stumbled his way upstairs and slammed the door shut, scaring your newborn

Your son started to cry so you quickly got up to put him back to sleep but Jungkook didn’t allow you

“See what you’ve done? You wouldn’t have to deal with this shit if you had just taken your pill.”

You ignored him and went to your son’s room to put him back to sleep

Jungkook followed you to his room and pulled you out before you could pick up your son

“Did you listen to what I said? I’m fed up with this attitude of yours.”

“Let’s not fight in front of him. We’ll talk in the room.”

You escaped his grip and put your son back to sleep

When you enter your room, you see Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed with his belt in hand

Your heart dropped to your stomach

“N-not today. It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet.”

He scoffed, “do you really think I give a shit?”

He raised his voice a little and you gestured him to keep it down

“Don’t yell, he’s sleeping.”

“This is my house, I can talk however I’d like.”

There was no winning against him, especially if he’s intoxicated

You thought you could hold him off for the night until he’s sober again, but you were completely wrong

You were going to your side of the bed when he whipped his belt below your butt

He pulled you by the hair onto the bed and pulled down your night shorts

“I can’t, Jungkook! It hasn’t been 4 weeks! No!”

Jungkook always gets what he wants

His body weight kept you down as his cock plunged deep inside your cunt

You haven’t healed properly, so the pain was intolerable

You covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed

You still needed to be quiet but it hurts so bad

You pushed your face into your pillow and attempted to let out quiet whimpers

“It hurts! Please, slower!” You whispered

Jungkook purposely went faster and the skin slapping was so loud, you were afraid it’d wake up the baby

You were gasping for air, trying to get his body weight off of you so you could breathe normally

An hour after, you had another orgasm

You clutched onto the bedsheets and tried your hardest to remain silent

Jungkook came inside you again and collapsed on top of you, making you groan

He grabbed your right breast and began sucking as hard as he could until milk squirted onto his tongue

You tried squirming around to get him off, but the more resistant you are the more aggressive he gets

In the end, you passed out like always

You kept your distance from him and gave all your attention to your son

He hated that your attention wasn’t on him 24/7

So, he gave your son to his parents for a full month and kept you locked up in the basement

For that whole month, he fucke you senselessly

You were having orgasms every night; you couldn’t do it anymore

He’d bite down on your nipples and manhandle you all sorts of ways

You were exhausted but your son’s life was always on the line

Jungkook could easily hurt him

He doesn’t really care about your son

(I mean, he does but he acts like he doesn’t so he can use it against you.)

Jungkook only looks at your son as your weakness

He’ll make you have three orgasms in a row and if you tell him to stop or slow down, he mentions your son and it immediately shuts you up

He loved having so much power over you

He could literally fuck you for the rest of your life

You didn’t understand why this was happening to you, but there was nothing that you could do about it

There’s no one that could help you and even if there was, Jungkook will always one step ahead

No one dares to mess with him

I know this has lots of mistakes. I’m so sorry😭

#non con #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut

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l-r-christian · 3 years

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One-Shot: Male Reader Is Hope's Fraternal Twin Brother, And Is Ignored By The Mikaelsons. Because He Is Born Human( He Isn't But His True Nature Didn't Awake Yet).

It Left Him Filled Wit Loneliness, And Anger At His Family, And Twin. One Day, While Walking In The Woods Getting Home He Gets Attacked By A Vampire, And It Causes Him To Awake His True Nature As A Hellhound.

He Kills The Vampire, And It Leaves Him With Shock That He Isn't Human, And Is Happy He's Not Vulnerable.

So Y/n Gets Home, And The Mikealsons Aren't Home, Y/n Decides To Leave And Train Himself To His Full Potential.

Freya And Hope Can't Track Him Down Due To Y/n Being Immune To Anything Witch Related.

Yo dudes Imma make this so sad just angst though and though. I also did a bit of mixing of Teen Wolf's Hellhound and some of my own ideas.

Warnings: Heavy angst

Human was what Y/N was unlike his younger twin Hope who was in all sense all powerful. Ever since their birth Y/N was over shadowed by Hope as he didn't understand when it happen but his family began to ignore him and favor Hope. As the once proud Klaus showing off his first born son was now ignored his son and all his attention was on Hope.

"Not now Y/N, Hope needs my help." Was what Y/N heard over the years as he got older, now while Hope took after Hayley. Y/N was more like their father than anyone care to notice as the boy loved art like his father, had mostly Klaus's features but more dangerously Y/N inherited Klaus's temper something Marcel learned the hard.

"Y/N is only human Marcel. He can't harm you." Rebekah told the vampire after Marcel had told her that the boy had stabbed him the throat with a butter knife. At age seventeen now Y/N was used to being alone and having anger for his family how they seemly pretend he wasn't a Mikaelson.

"Where ya going kiddo?" Marcel asked seeing the teen putting on his shoes and had his backpack with him. Y/N looked at the vampire with a glare as Marcel was used to the anger in the boys eyes and mentally cursed the Mikaelsons for not keeping an eye on boy as there was nothing more dangerous than an angry Mikaelson with nothing to lose.

"Why would you care? Do yourself a favor and stop caring for the useless Mikaelson." Y/N tells Marcel anger bleeding though his words as he left the compound and headed for the woods. The woods was where Y/N spent most of his time to draw or to let his anger out but like his father he still held onto it. Y/N sat drawing weird circles that he had been seeing in his dreams lately then got up seeing it was getting dark and as he walked home he was attacked by two vampires.

"Man Klaus is going to pay. And what better way than to drain his kid and leaving the body on his door step."

"Yeah I guess he should have kept a better eye on the weakling." The vampire holding Y/N said and a flood of anger filled Y/N just as the vampire sank his fangs into the boy's neck when there was a sudden burning. The vampire let the boy go pushing roughly as he screamed and Y/N watch the vampire burst into flames.

"What do you do to my friend brat." Vampire two growled grabbing Y/N by his throat and the boy growled deeply as his eyes flashed red. The anger of years being ignored and loneliness was let loose as Y/N tore the heart from the vampire's chest. As things calmed down Y/N was surprised and stared as his hands as happiness bubbled in his chest as he realized he wasn't useless and maybe his family would care for him again.

"Dad! Mom!" Y/N shouted running into the compound with a grin that fell as he noticed he could hear everything but his family. Y/N found they left him so he made up his mind grabbing a bigger backpack his packed his things and didn't bother to leave a note.

"Fine I'll leave and get stronger without them if they don't want me then fine." Y/N growled as he left his childhood home not looking back. Two months, it took two months for someone in the family to notice that Y/N wasn't around but they brushed it off as the human boy was with Marcel but no he was in the mountains of Montana with an older man that Y/N ran into his week away from home. The man whose name was Alias, was an Hellhound that was almost as old as the boy's family and Alias took the boy in trained him to control his hound form and hellfire which when Y/N learned he could do that the boy was excited.

"Calm yourself pup." Alias told him as he had the boy sit in front of a fire the first day of training. At first Alias was annoyed with Y/N at first but the boy grew on him and the older Hellhound became a father figure to Y/N.

"Hey Al why are in the mountains?" Y/N asked following the man.

"Going to train you in the cold so you could control molten lava veins. From there we are going to wake your full potential, pup."

"Why the cold?"

"Can't risk you burning yourself until you get control." Alias tells Y/N as they came up to a cabin. While in New Orleans Hope and Freya was trying to find the older twin with a locater spell but so far they came up with nothing.

"Where could he be Elijah?" Klaus growled pacing angry that his first born was gone. Elijah watched Klaus closely while Kol called Davina to come help.

"I understand you are upset Niklaus but we will find the boy." Elijah said as Hayley came in crossing her arms.

"The wolves lost his scent just out of the city." Hayley said getting everyone's attention as they hoped they could find the boy soon. A year passed and Y/N had unlocked his full potential and had bested Alias many times in training. But sadly the boy's father figure had passed and Alias had passed his family Crest to the boy asking him to spead his ashes in New Orleans.

"Don't worry about me, pup. You'll fine as you are strong." Alias told Y/N the night he passed as their foreheads touched and in his honor Y/N howled and swore he hear othe Hellhounds howled too. Y/N walked though the streets of New Orleans carrying the urn holding Alias's ashes while on his way home Y/N had ran into other Hellhounds apologize for his lost and if he needed anything they were happy to help.

"Y/N?" Y/N heard Hope's voice and he turned saw his sister who shocked to see him. Y/N was no long thin and kinda scrawny, he was now lean with muscles with five a clock shadow on his nice jaw line.

"Hope." Y/N said his tone not welcoming surprising Hope as she eyes looked at the urn in his arms. Someone called out for Hope making her turn to see who it was then looked back to find Y/N gone and pulled out her phone calling Hayley.

"Mom, I found Y/N."

"May you find peace dad." Y/N said speading Alias's ashes in the bayou at a cabin the old hound had and left to Y/N.

"Here I thought I was your father?" Klaus said smirking stepping out from the tree line and Y/N looked over his shoulder seeing his father.

"You stopped being my father when I turned six." Y/N said looking back out at the lake as Klaus frowned watching his son. There was something was different about his son and Klaus couldn't put his finger on it but he was going to find out. Y/N was annoyed that suddenly his family would come out to see him while just shut them out and they still didn't know he was a Hellhound.

"How you have fallen hybrid. Your son hates you and now your dau ......." the vampire was cut off by a huge black hound jumped on his chest growling as it tore his thoat out. The hound had glowing orange eyes as it growled killing the rest of the vampires saving Hope and Klaus.

"Is it a wolf, dad?" Hope asked watching the hound look back at them as something about it was haunting.

"No. It is bigger than a wolf." Klaus said as it ran off and both followed it to find it was Y/N come morning.

"Fuck." Y/N muttered rolling his sore shoulders as he still wasn't used to shifting at night going inside to take a cold shower to cool down. Y/N sat down studying a few old books he gotten on his travels as his door opened and Klaus walked in with Elijah and Hayley following.

"Yes please come in Klaus." Y/N said annoyed not looking up from his book.

"You have failed to me you are a Hellhound."

"Because it was none of your business. I made it clear I want nothing to do with any of you."

"Then why come home?"

"If you must know Hayley, I am carrying after my father as protector." Y/N told Hayley there was anger in his voice as Elijah saw the anger in the young Hellhound's eyes that reminded the older Original of Klaus.

"Protector?"

"Yeah, now If you excuse me I got work to do." Y/N said walking out leaving them as they realize they had years of anger and loneliness to undo from the young man unsure if Y/N will ever forgive the family.

#the originals x reader #Mikaelsons x male!reader #Klaus mikaelson x son!reader #Hope Mikaelson x brother!Reader

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Theon Month || Day 14: Guilt

I’ve seen the debate that book Theon does not feel guilt about the things he has done. I’ve also seen it argued that book Theon doesn’t ever take responsibility for his crimes. I really disagree with this and I’ve collected some quotes to explain why.

In A Clash of Kings, it is true that Theon does not yet take responsibility for the things he is doing. He always blames it on someone else- Reek (Ramsay), The other Ironborn, or the victims themselves. However, you can see the guilt he experiences, even if he is trying to deny it, through the many nightmares that he has about the people he has harmed:

All his dreams had been cold of late, and each more hideous than the one before. Last night he had dreamed himself back in the mill again, on his knees dressing the dead. Their limbs were already stiffening, so they seemed to resist sullenly as he fumbled at them with half-frozen fingers, tugging up breeches and knotting laces, yanking fur-trimmed boots over hard unbending feet, buckling a studded leather belt around a waist no bigger than the span of his hands. "This was never what I wanted," he told them as he worked. "They gave me no choice." The corpses made no answer, but only grew colder and heavier.

The night before, it had been the miller's wife. Theon had forgotten her name, but he remembered her body, soft pillowy breasts and stretch marks on her belly, the way she clawed his back when he fucked her. Last night in his dream he had been in bed with her once again, but this time she had teeth above and below, and she tore out his throat even as she was gnawing off his manhood. It was madness.

~ A Clash of Kings

His guilt is also apparent in the way he dwells on the things he has done, even if he is still trying to pass the responsibility onto someone else such as with Farlen:

It took three more cuts to hack through all that bone and muscle and sever the head from the body, and afterward he was sick, remembering all the times they'd sat over a cup of mead talking of hounds and hunting. I had no choice, he wanted to scream at the corpse. The ironborn can't keep secrets, they had to die, and someone had to take the blame for it. He only wished he had killed him cleaner. Ned Stark had never needed more than a single blow to take a man's head.

~ A Clash of Kings

And then there is also the dream where he predicts Robb’s death at the Red Wedding. I am going to save that for later into Theon Month since I believe it is a prophetic or green dream as opposed to a guilt dream. Although the guilt he feels does play a role in it:

Mikken and Chayle sat together, one dripping blood and the other water. Benfred Tallhart and his Wild Hares filled most of a table. The miller's wife was there as well, and Farlen, even the wildling Theon had killed in the wolfswood the day he had saved Bran's life.

Along the walls figures half-seen moved through the shadows, pale shades with long grim faces. The sight of them sent fear shivering through Theon sharp as a knife. And then the tall doors opened with a crash, and a freezing gale blew down the hall, and Robb came walking out of the night. Grey Wind stalked beside, eyes burning, and man and wolf alike bled from half a hundred savage wounds.

It is because of all the evidence in A Dance with Dragons that I completely reject the idea that Theon does not take responsibility for what he did. I think that him taking responsibility is intrinsically linked to his identity arc. It happens gradually however. In Reek I, while still in the dungeons of the Dreadfort, he is haunted by what happened to Kyra but he is still trying to run from the guilt he feels:

Reek remembered the desperate, frightened look in Kyra's eyes. She had never looked so young as she did in that moment, still half a girl, but there was nothing he could do. She brought them down on us, he thought. If we had separated as I wanted, one of us might have gotten away. The memory made it hard to breathe. Reek turned away from the torch with tears glimmering in his eyes.

The memory of Kyra being brutally slaughtered fills him with helplessness and guilt, so he victim blames her and turns away from the memory. It is the same thing he attempts to do with Jeyne at first when he is still in the Reek mindset. It is not until he is gradually becoming Theon (and given a reprieve from some of the worst torture- that’s important) that he is able to accept responsibility. Theon taking responsibility for what he has done and understanding why he did it is intrinsically linked to knowing who he is. It is also intrinsically linked to his reprieve from constant torture and captivity. Granted he is still a prisoner and the abuse is ongoing. But while he was being tortured with flaying as well, he had no ability to do this at all.

Here are some of the moments in A Dance with Dragons where Theon takes responsibility:

His head snapped up. "Who said that?" All he could see were the trees and the fog that covered them. The voice had been as faint as rustling leaves, as cold as hate. A god's voice, or a ghost's. How many died the day that he took Winterfell? How many more the day he lost it? The day that Theon Greyjoy died, to be reborn as Reek. Reek, Reek, it rhymes with shriek.

A ruined man, a ruined castle. This is my place.

“I never … I took this castle from them, my lady. I had … had Bran and Rickon put to death, mounted their heads on spikes, I...”

He was trapped here, with the ghosts. The old ghosts from the crypts and the younger ones that he had made himself, Mikken and Farlen, Gynir Rednose, Aggar, Gelmarr the Grim, the miller's wife from Acorn Water and her two young sons, and all the rest. My work. My ghosts. They are all here, and they are angry. He thought of the crypts and those missing swords.

They know. The gods know. They saw what I did.

And Robb. Robb who had been more a brother to Theon than any son born of Balon Greyjoy's loins. Murdered at the Red Wedding, butchered by the Freys. I should have been with him. Where was I? I should have died with him.

“I have done terrible things … betrayed my own, turned my cloak, ordered the death of men who trusted me … but I am no kinslayer.”

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Matthias Helvar x fem! Healer! Reader - Mine

A/n: I don't think I've finished a request fast... Looks longingly at all the other drafts that are requests. Fuck.

Warnings: Kind of sexual at some points, injuries, mentions of death, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Request: Can I please request an soft, romantic oneshot of female!healer!reader and Matthias Helvar falling in love with each other, please? thank you so much!!

I do not own six of crows or shadow and bone or its characters! I also do not own this gif!

Matthias had first meant her lying in bed.

He had been hurt and everyone was internally freaking out because the Fjerdan never showed any pain yet here he was lying on his death bed the screams of pain coming from his lips every now and then.

Blackness was looming over him, there was no light he couldn't feel Djel like he should have. Maybe his sins had lined up too high, or maybe Djel had abandoned him like Nina had. He didn't know what was going to happen, all he knew was that death was almost certain at this point, he could hear the wolves howling in the distance. They were coming for him - he was sure of it.

Something he didn't understand happened though. He was in the dark taking his last few breaths then a blinding light that must have been sent from Djel himself came barreling through the door kneeling right in front of him.

"Not today." The woman muttered as she hovers her hands over the top of his injury.

"I still need to get paid, so if you could you know - stay alive for me here that would be great." She grits her teeth together and suddenly the world is just light.

The only thing he can see through the blinding of the whiteness is her and her eyes telling - begging him to hold on for a little longer.

So he does.

Gasping for breath Matthias realizes there's no pain in his chest anymore, there's no blackness yet there's no overwhelming white either. There's only a soft glow at the end of his bed belonging to the woman he recognizes as the person who saved him.

"What happened?" He mumbles and his voice comes out groggy and part of him is ashamed that that's what he says when there's a beautiful woman sitting on the edge of his bed tending to his wounds. The other part of him wonders how he can be so bashful over a girl he's barely meant.

"You broke all your ribs so your chest was starting to disconnect when you were breathing. You're lucky I got there on time or else you would have been dead. You passed out after I healed you."

The healer doesn't move off his bed but closer actually and she moves so close she's levelheaded with him as Matthias sits up.

She brush's a piece of his blond hair away from his face and cups his cheek for a second and for a felting moment he's sure she was going to kiss him. But she pulls away before they can get any close and he's half glad because he was sure she could've probably heard how his breathing had how it speed up.

"Matthias." Finally he breaths out looking at the temptress with wide eyes.

The girl smiles and he stupidly puts up his head to be shaken but instead of taking it or laughing at him, she kisses him on the lips.

It's not for very long, it's very brief actually, and this is all crazy because he had just meant her (he doesn't even know her name!) Yet he can't get her eyes out of his head or the feeling of her lips against his and how he eagerly kissed her back.

She pulls away really fast but he still has time to commit everything to memory before she stands up leaving the doorway but stopping midway.

"Y/n, my name is Y/n."

He knew her name.

___________________

Nothing happened entirely after that, Matthias and Y/n grew close and became quick friends.

Friends who sometimes kiss. The former Druskelle was pretty sure that friends didn't kiss, even in Kerch.

"Matthias I swear to your tree god if you don't put me down I'm going to rip you to shreds!" Y/n screams at him as he carries her trying to get the Slat on time before she dies.

"You are hurt." He says simply in retaliation, as the girl fumes and struggles to get out of his arms.

"I'm a healer!"

Matthias just rolls his eyes and bursts through the Slat doors with an injured and a very frustrated Y/n.

"You can't heal yourself completely Y/n I'm not stupid." He whispers down into her ear as he takes them up the stairs going in (unintentionally) his room.

She hurriedly gets out of his arms face red from embarrassment and starts working on her wound. They both stay there in silence for a bit before he starts to get bandages and ointments to help her heal the rest.

He hands them over to her and she staches them out of his arms not even looking at him. She doesn't say anything either as she winces when she places the ointment on what's left of the wound. She warps it up and the silence is still on like a broken switch that can't go back down. Wolves that are hurt but can't howl in fear of their abuser.

"How did you figure it out?" She whispers quietly as she finishes warping up her wound. It's barely audible but he hears it because he always notices when she says something. Matthias doesn't know if he's ever been so aware of someone before.

Because she is so much more than just a friend to him.

"In Fjerda we were trained to see the signs when a Grisha hadn't been trained at the little palace." He pauses for a second, wincing internally because it was easier to kill Grisha who weren't as well trained.

"Oh." She says looking down trying to hide her eyes from him.

"That doesn't mean I think any less of you though, you... Your power is strong most Grisha wouldn't be able to heal people entirely in seconds if they hadn't trained at the little palace."

She finally lifts her head up to meet his eyes and he swears she's a heartrender because he can't breathe.

But before he can even look for a second longer she's at the doorway opening the door to leave him. Again.

"Is that it? Is that all that you think of me?" She demands him to answer her with the tone that she's using, yet it doesn't remind him of Brum or any of that. It only reminds him of her.

*Flashback*

She shifted her body to face his and he shamefully looks away from the woman before him. Who was of course only wearing her undergarments?

"Kaz needs this for a job."

His head snaps back to look at her with fire in his eyes as her hands trail up and down his arms. He holds back a shiver and looks down at the serpent. He was her prey and she's ready to strike because he so memorized with her. Se must have bitten him with her poison because he wasn't backing down.

Fury fuels his veins at the thought of anyone touching her in that way. Probably he wouldn't get through the mission if he had to see it.

She places her hand around his neck and he's trying hard not to look at it because it wasn't proper but she was beautiful.

"Don't you have a job to get to?" He murmurs as he tries and to hold back his stare.

Her laughs rings out around them and her soft glow is back for a split second before it's gone in a snap.

Her other goes around to his back and she leans into his ear.

"Hold my waist." Her voice is commanding and he was addicted to her poison that made him do whatever she desired. And who could deny a strong woman that used that tone?

So he does and then she kisses him.

This isn't like their first time but it isn't their second time either. He has become accustomed to the way her lips felt against his own, yet he didn't ever want her to stop because every time it just got better.

She bites down on his lips before trailing her own down to his neck.

His breath comes out in pants as she trails further and further down till she's found his sweet spot.

"Vixen." He gasps as she bites down hard on his sweet spot before she gives him one gentle kiss before pulling away.

"I have a job to get to Helvar."

Then she's gone.

*Flashback over*

"No." He calls out to her.

"That's definitely not what I think of you."

This time he wraps his arms around her waist before leaning down to kiss her.

And this time it's him who kisses her and their lips shift together and move in sync before he pulls away. Both of them were breathless.

"I think of you as mine."

And she doesn't object to that.

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ACOK: Theon V (Chapter 56)

The sky was a gloom of cloud, the woods dead and frozen. Roots grabbed at Theon's feet as he ran, and bare branches lashed his face, leaving thin stripes of blood across his cheeks. He crashed through heedless, breathless, icicles flying to pieces before him. Mercy, he sobbed. From behind came a shuddering howl that curdled his blood. Mercy, mercy. When he glanced back over his shoulder he saw them coming, great wolves the size of horses with the heads of small children. Oh, mercy, mercy. Blood dripped from their mouths black as pitch, burning holes in the snow where it fell. Every stride brought them closer. Theon tried to run faster, but his legs would not obey. The trees all had faces, and they were laughing at him, laughing, and the howl came again.

I'm going to include every dream in case somebody smarter spots something.

Dream #1: Theon begs for mercy, while direwolves with the heads of Bran and Rickon chase him through the woods.

Theon will be chased by Ramsay's hounds, when he attempts to escape the Dreadfort.

It had all been a trap, a game, a jape. Lord Ramsay loved the chase and preferred to hunt two-legged prey. All night they ran through the darkling wood, but as the sun came up the sound of a distant horn came faintly through the trees, and they heard the baying of a pack of hounds. - Reek I, ADWD

+.+.+

"My lord prince," said Reek, "your sister has come to Winterfell. You asked to be informed at once if she arrived."

Ramsay finally slips. The first clue something is off.

"M'lord prince." Reek urged his horse near. - Theon IV, ACOK

"M'lord prince?" Reek dismounted, and beckoned Theon to do the same. - Theon IV, ACOK

+.+.+

Dream #2: Theon dresses the miller's boys in Bran and Rickon's clothing.

I don't think this is foreshadowing... is it?

+.+.+

Dream #3: Theon sleeps with the miller's wife, who gnaws off his penis.

...yeah.

+.+.+

The night before, it had been the miller's wife. Theon had forgotten her name

[...]

Gelmarr had cut her down with one blow of his axe as she cried to Theon for mercy. Leave me, woman. It was him who killed you, not me.

Who does this remind you of? Lol.

+.+.+

The very night they had returned from Acorn Water, Gelmarr the Grim had tumbled down some steps and broken his back. The next day, Aggar turned up with his throat slit ear to ear. Gynir Rednose became so wary that he shunned wine, took to sleeping in byrnie, coif, and helm, and adopted the noisiest dog in the kennels to give him warning should anyone try to steal up on his sleeping place. All the same, one morning the castle woke to the sound of the little dog barking wildly. They found the pup racing around the well, and Rednose floating in it, drowned.

[...]

I had no choice, he wanted to scream at the corpse [Farlen]. The ironborn can't keep secrets, they had to die, and someone had to take the blame for it.

Ramsay's killing every ironborn who knew it wasn't Bran and Rickon, but he's also weakening Theon's defenses.

What's odd about this is that it sounds so much like the ghost in Winterfell.

+.+.+

"M'lord Eddard always did his own killings." Theon had to take the axe himself or look a weakling. His hands were sweating, so the shaft twisted in his grip as he swung and the first blow landed between Farlen's shoulders. It took three more cuts to hack through all that bone and muscle and sever the head from the body, and afterward he was sick, remembering all the times they'd sat over a cup of mead talking of hounds and hunting.

I preferred that the show changed it to Ser Rodrik, but now I realize Theon was much closer to Farlen than Rodrik. This is worse.

<- Catelyn VII

Robb's blade is dull as a cudgel compared to Ice. It will not be easy for him to get Theon's head off, I fear. The Starks do not use headsmen.

+.+.+

He only wished he had killed him cleaner. Ned Stark had never needed more than a single blow to take a man's head.

Buddy, you are no Ned Stark.

+.+.+

The killings stopped after Farlen's death, but even so his men continued sullen and anxious. "They fear no foe in open battle," Black Lorren told him, "but it is another thing to dwell among enemies, never knowing if the washerwoman means to kiss you or kill you, or whether the serving boy is filling your cup with ale or bale. We would do well to leave this place."

Highlighting it for potential future foreshadowing.

+.+.+

Only Maester Luwin had the stomach to come near. Stone-faced, the small grey man had begged leave to sew the boys' heads back onto their shoulders, so they might be laid in the crypts below with the other Stark dead.

"No," Theon had told him. "Not the crypts."

People seem to believe this is Theon respecting the Stark crypts, but I think it's much more likely he doesn't want Luwin inspecting the bodies.

+.+.+

"I treated Bran and Rickon generously," he told his sister. "They brought their fate on themselves."

"As do we all, little brother."

Oof.

+.+.+

His patience was at an end. "How do you expect me to hold Winterfell if you bring me only twenty men?"

"Ten," Asha corrected. "The others return with me. You wouldn't want your own sweet sister to brave the dangers of the wood without an escort, would you? There are direwolves prowling the dark."

You won't believe who has the next chapter! 😃

+.+.+

"You might have thought of that before you took it. Oh, it was cleverly done, I'll grant you. If only you'd had the good sense to raze the castle and carry the two little princelings back to Pyke as hostages, you might have won the war in a stroke."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? To see my prize reduced to ruins and ashes."

Put Winterfell to the torch and fall back while you still can.

Juicy foreshadowing. Lots of talk of burning Winterfell.

(You won't believe who has the next chapter!)

+.+.+

Asha shook her head. "How could you be such a bloody fool? Children . . ."

"They defied me!" he shouted in her face. "And it was blood for blood besides, two sons of Eddard Stark to pay for Rodrik and Maron." The words tumbled out heedlessly, but Theon knew at once that his father would approve. "I've laid my brothers' ghosts to rest."

Ned Stark had killed neither of his brothers, in truth. Rodrik had been slain by Lord Jason Mallister at Seagard, Maron crushed in the collapse of the old south tower - Theon I, ACOK

+.+.+

You are blood of my blood, Theon, whatever else you may be. For the sake of the mother who bore us both, return to Deepwood Motte with me.

Pfftbwahahahahahahaha

+.+.+

Last of all, he donned his crown, a band of cold iron slim as a finger, set with heavy chunks of black diamond and nuggets of gold. It was misshapen and ugly, but there was no help for that. Mikken lay buried in the lichyard, and the new smith was capable of little more than nails and horseshoes.

"You ought to know, that's the ugliest crown I've ever laid eyes on. Did you make it yourself?"

Something, something, metaphors.

+.+.+

It made him uneasy to see the man walking around breathing, with what he knew. I should have had him killed after he did the others, he reflected, but the notion made him nervous. Unlikely as it seemed, Reek could read and write, and he was possessed of enough base cunning to have hidden an account of what they'd done.

Second clue something is off.

Yeah, you probably should have killed him.

+.+.+

"Well, might be I could help you," said Reek. "Give me a horse and bag o' coin, and I could find you some good fellows."

[...]

"Do as you say and you'll not find me ungrateful. You can name your own reward."

"Well, m'lord, I haven't had no woman since I was with Lord Ramsay," Reek said. "I've had my eye on that Palla, and I hear she's already been had, so . . ."

Do we ever find out why he wants Palla? Was that left to our imagination? Ugh.

+.+.+

That night he dreamed of the feast Ned Stark had thrown when King Robert came to Winterfell. The hall rang with music and laughter, though the cold winds were rising outside. At first it was all wine and roast meat, and Theon was making japes and eyeing the serving girls and having himself a fine time . . . until he noticed that the room was growing darker. The music did not seem so jolly then; he heard discords and strange silences, and notes that hung in the air bleeding. Suddenly the wine turned bitter in his mouth, and when he looked up from his cup he saw that he was dining with the dead.

King Robert sat with his guts spilling out on the table from the great gash in his belly, and Lord Eddard was headless beside him. Corpses lined the benches below, grey-brown flesh sloughing off their bones as they raised their cups to toast, worms crawling in and out of the holes that were their eyes. He knew them, every one; Jory Cassel and Fat Tom, Porther and Cayn and Hullen the master of horse, and all the others who had ridden south to King's Landing never to return. Mikken and Chayle sat together, one dripping blood and the other water. Benfred Tallhart and his Wild Hares filled most of a table. The miller's wife was there as well, and Farlen, even the wildling Theon had killed in the wolfswood the day he had saved Bran's life.

Dream #4: Theon dines with the dead.

You guys, I don't know, I think Theon might die.

+.+.+

But there were others with faces he had never known in life, faces he had seen only in stone. The slim, sad girl who wore a crown of pale blue roses and a white gown spattered with gore could only be Lyanna.

A white gown? Hmmm.

The timing makes no sense, but that's still extremely suspicious.

+.+.+

Her brother Brandon stood beside her, and their father Lord Rickard just behind. Along the walls figures half-seen moved through the shadows, pale shades with long grim faces. The sight of them sent fear shivering through Theon sharp as a knife.

Dead Kings of Winter.

+.+.+

And then the tall doors opened with a crash, and a freezing gale blew down the hall, and Robb came walking out of the night. Grey Wind stalked beside, eyes burning, and man and wolf alike bled from half a hundred savage wounds.

Oh good, Robb and Grey Wind are joining the party. That's not at all worrisome.

Why is Theon having prophetic dreams?

+.+.+

He sent for Kyra, kicked shut the door, climbed on top of her, and fucked the wench with a fury he'd never known was in him. By the time he finished, she was sobbing, her neck and breasts covered with bruises and bite marks. Theon shoved her from the bed and threw her a blanket. "Get out."

+.+.+

He watched the forest go from grey to green below him as light filtered through the silent trees. On his left he could see tower tops above the inner wall, their roofs gilded by the rising sun. The red leaves of the weirwood were a blaze of flame among the green. Ned Stark's tree, he thought, and Stark's wood, Stark's castle, Stark's sword, Stark's gods. This is their place, not mine. I am a Greyjoy of Pyke, born to paint a kraken on my shield and sail the great salt sea. I should have gone with Asha.

On their iron spikes atop the gatehouse, the heads waited.

Theon gazed at them silently while the wind tugged on his cloak with small ghostly hands.

The wind tugged on his cloak.

I'm ruined. I can't read a sentence like that and not see Bran.

+.+.+

The miller's boys had been of an age with Bran and Rickon, alike in size and coloring, and once Reek had flayed the skin from their faces and dipped their heads in tar, it was easy to see familiar features in those misshapen lumps of rotting flesh. People were such fools. If we'd said they were rams' heads, they would have seen horns.

Final clue.

Blah.

Final thoughts:

Lots of ghosts in this chapter. 🤔

Edit: Wait! I was in bed and realized I have more to say.

Why does Girl (Sansa) in Grey foreshadowing keep popping up in Theon's chapters? Was the show close to the truth, is he somehow involved? I know he's with Jeyne (Arya) who is also on her way to the Wall, but this is weird.

Last page: Theon's gazing at heads on iron spikes, placed on the walls of Winterfell. You won't believe who has the next chapter!

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Full Moon | Kun

- Genre: Smut. Werewolf Kun/Human Reader

- Warnings: Breeding, marking, possessive, oral (female receiving), and accidental mating.

- Word Count: 1.7k

You looked out the window and eyed the full moon. You knew it was going to be a full moon, you had to know the moon schedule, it was important in your life. Yes, the moon is important to many people for various reasons but for you, it had to do with your partner.

Kun was different from everybody else, he has a secret. It’s one the fans could never know about, and one that many idols have. The kpop idol world is full of supernatural beings. SM predominantly worked with werewolves, JYP fairies, Bighit vampires, and for other companies it varied. This meant the members of NCT didn’t perform on full moons, as they had no control, the wolves took over. It was scary to think about the fact that all these people are basically worshipping supernatural entities, that would happily kill them if given the chance. They took suppressants and went through courses to learn how to keep their instincts under control, but sometimes they couldn't control it. Accidents had happened and it was the company's job to cover it. When you started dating Kun you found out on accident, he got worked up, and his canines had grown and hair grew on his hands. It was shocking at first, but you accepted him for who he was and now helped take care of him.

On days of full moons, they were chained up since they would lose control.

This was the only way to keep people safe.

You were ripped from your thoughts when you heard a low growl behind you and you turned around to see glowing hazel eyes. Your eyes widened, he had gotten out of the restraints.

His voice was deeper, you could hear a slight growl.

You stepped towards him cautiously. “Kun, why are you out of the restraints?”

He sniffed the air, “Woman, I can smell you are in heat.”

“Kun you know I am human and don’t go into heat.”

He sniffed again, “I’m not Kun right now, you know that. You are ready for pups. I smell it, don’t lie.” He growled and stepped forward.

“No Kun, it’s the wolf talking.”

“Don’t lie, I know you are ready to be bred. I’m gonna breed you.”

Your breathing quickened, and you looked around trying to figure out what to do.

“Kun wants this too. He has been wanting to pump you full of pups for months. But he is a pussy and wouldn’t ask. So I am taking care of that.”

He stalked closer, “I can smell your arousal too. I know you want to fuck his wolf side, let me wreck that little pussy of yours.”

You gulped nervously, he took a step towards you and you took one back. Your back pressed against the wall and he put his hands up beside your head.

“I won’t hurt you. Kun very much loves you, and he would probably kill himself if I ever injured you.”

He ran his hand along your cheek, his nails significantly longer now, and you flinched.

His eyes softened for a moment, the glow lessening “I told you I won’t hurt you.”

His voice returned to normal Kun’s voice, “I won’t let him hurt you okay. But I can’t stop him from doing this just trust me.”

He leaned forward and kissed you. You melted in his hold, the kiss full of passion and love. But soon the wolf took back over, a low growl leaving his throat. He licked across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth allowing him access.

He groaned and pushed his knee between your thighs making you whimper into his mouth. His tongue ran across yours before he pulled back and looked at you. His eyes glowed hazel again, “Oh how I have wanted to do this.”

He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder then he walked towards the bedroom. He roughly threw you down onto the bed, your body bouncing against the plush mattress.

“I want you to know now, I will not go easy on you. Understood?”

You nodded, “Yes.”

He grabbed the collar of his shirt and ripped it off, making you gasp.

He smirked, “Oh so you like seeing me use my strength? I knew you wanted this side.”

You looked away embarrassed and he smacked your thigh, “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, I do like it.”

He crawled onto the bed and hovered over you. You felt extra small below his daunting figure with the gaze he held in his eyes.

He snarled, his prominent canines showing, “Can’t wait to be buried in that little cunt of yours, but first I wanna taste you.”

He gripped the hem of your pants, “Wai-”

He watched you closely and he growled against your clit at the sight, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

He ripped your pants and panties open then pulled them off your legs. You whimpered, “Damnit, I liked those pants.”

“Kun will buy you new ones. Be quiet.”

He placed your knees on his shoulders and hovered over your core. He took in a deep breath, “Smell fucking amazing.”

His tongue licked from your core up to your clit, and he moaned against you, “Taste amazing too.”

You grabbed onto his hair and he growled, “Pull my hair, I like it.”

You pulled his hair as his tongue ran against your clit at an insane pace. Your legs shook on his shoulders, and loud whimpers left your lips.

Your grip on his hair tightened as you neared your high. He slipped his tongue inside, then back up to your clit. His tongue moving expertly, and you whimpered.

He used one hand to hold your hips down and the other to keep your legs spread.

“A-ah so close.”

Your toes curled and your thighs clamped around his head, and your hips bucked up.

Your thighs shook against his hand and shoulder.

His voice came out in a growl, “Cum.”

The vibrations of his voice paired with his tongue movements sent you over the edge. You gripped his hair extra hard as waves of pleasure ran over you, and your whole body shook.

Your vision blurred and your breathing picked up.

Once you relaxed in his hold he backed away and smirked evilly, “You really liked that.”

You blushed and looked away.

He stroked himself a few times and eyed you sitting in front of him.

“No shame, I see why Kun likes doing that. So responsive to touches.”

He stood up from the bed and removed his sweats and underwear. “Take your shirt off unless you want it ripped.”

You sat up quickly and took your shirt off throwing it off to the side.

The bed dipped behind you, and sharp fingernails dug into your hips. You whimpered, and he growled lowly.

“On all fours, now.”

You flipped over, your ass up in the air. You shook your ass and he groaned, “I’m gonna pump you so full.”

His wolf was behaving really well, better than you would have expected.

You looked back and his eyes were extra golden, his canines even more prominent. You gulped nervously and watched as he guided himself into you. A howl coming from his lips as he sunk in.

His pace was fast and rough, and he growled with almost every thrust.

“Don’t look.”

He grabbed a handful of your hair and roughly turned your head forward. He gave you no time to adjust before he pulled out and thrust all the way back in, your body lurching forward.

He grunted and his nails dug into your hips further, likely drawing blood from you. He leaned down and kissed all along your back, leaving marks. “Mine.”

“Gonna fill you up with pups. Can’t wait to see you pregnant with my pups.”

“Yeah, you wanna be a daddy? Wanna fill me up?”

He tightened his hold on your hair and groaned, “Fuck, keep talking like that, and I’m gonna cum fast.”

“Maybe I want that.”

He chuckled, “So desperate for my cum you don’t even want to cum. Such a little cum slut.”

He changed his angle and started thrusting faster, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You reached behind you and gripped his hair, and he buried his head into your neck. You felt a sharp pain, and then pleasure coursed through your entire body.

He groaned against your skin as he filled you up, and everything was blurry from the pleasure. You came right after him, and based on the low growls against your neck it felt good. He removed his teeth, pulled out, and flipped you over onto your back.

You gasped in surprise and grabbed onto his biceps.

He sunk back into you and picked up a quick pace fast. He placed both of your legs around his waist and he held onto your waist to keep you from moving up the bed.

He leaned down and littered your chest with hickeys, “The world needs to know who you belong to.”

His hips still snapped into yours at a rapid pace and you held onto his arms.

He bit down into your neck again on the same spot as before, and he snarled, “My mate.”

“Ahhh Kun how are you still going?”

He smirked, “Didn’t you know my stamina is higher, and I can finish multiple times.”

Your eyes widened, this was gonna be a long night.

You felt your heart soften. The two of you had spoken about mates, but he never would tell you if you were his.

You woke up the next morning in his arms and moved around to face Kun. His face had softened back to normal, his nails shortened, and his canines went back to normal.

He grunted with each thrust and came again, “You better have pups after this.”

The two of you had sex 3 more times, and you couldn’t move after the abuse he put your body through.

He yawned and pulled you closer, “Good morning beautiful.”

“Good morning Kun.” You could barely speak after all the moaning.

He buried his head in your neck then froze, and sniffed. “Did I bite you?”

You nodded and his eye widened, “I’m so sorry, but I gave you a mate mark last night.”

“What?”

“That mark will never go away, it means we are mated.”

You looked at his nervous face, “That’s fine Kun, you know I love you.”

He pulled you in and kissed you.

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Bewitched

I say fuck writing schedule m’rite hahaHa...

Dynamic: Yan!witch hunter x witch darling

Summary: You get captured by the village’s witch hunter but he might just let you live if you prove to be useful.

tw: nsfw, non-con, threats, mention of religous themes (God, Devil, etc), kindapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, slight violence, degradation, vulgar language

You could hear something. It was different from the sweet songs of the birds early in the morning or the restless howl of the wolves just before the clock hit midnight. And the smell was different too. There were no daisies, roses, magnolia or herbs to cleanse the air from the nasty smell of humans. Your clothes reeked of someone unknown, someone mortal and cruel, foolish down to their heart. Your hands were tightly bound, your shoulders pushed back in a way it was hard to feel the energy running in your own veins. There was a leather blindfold over your eyes, dulling your senses until you felt like nothing more than an animal trapped in a cage. As soon as despair managed to find its way into your lungs he entered the room and you knew instantly it had been him who had captured you.

"You are awake." The man noted quietly as his heavy yet careful steps got louder, closer. Soon his hand was resting on your thigh, drawing small pictures, initials, anything to throw you off balance and keep your mind closed and your inner vision too blurry to focus more on killing him and less on the shame his touch brought. "The village paid me to kill you. We know you are a filthy creature of the night." He spoke trough his teeth in a eery, off-putting way. You could feel the cold sharp end of his silver dagger poking at your exposed collarbone, near to your neck. One inch away from a fatal wound, one move away from taking your life forever.

"Go on then." You taunted the hunter while licking your scarlet lips, your heartbeat still violent with no sign of slowing down any time soon. "Kill me." You whispered despite the fear tearing at your insides like a wild beast. The blade suddenly pressed harder against your skin, enough to make you still frozen but lacking the actual strength to pierce. The human knelt down next to you, never dropping the deadly weapon from its sacred spot on your vulnerable neck. "You are a witch. The Devil's own spawn and blood. I just can't let you live among us." The man uttered quickly like a curse yet made no attempt to move the edge deeper. And you wanted to tell him everything about the sisterhood and the way all of you lived in peace and quiet until the villagers started killing off your friends for existing. The way you loved nature and harmony and despised violence, but of course the human would never listen to a dirty sorceress, a witch. So you just stayed there motionless on the ground, reconciled with your terrifying fate and its twisted ways.

Meanwhile the hunter let the dagger penetrate into the warm flesh, drawing a few drops of fresh blood, and it dripped onto the floor like a brook of suffering. But the man was hesitating - his palms were sweaty and his eyes were hazy, he was unsure. After a few painful moments of indecisiveness he finally pulled the blade away and threw it in the dark corner of the room. The following silence filled the space with tension so heavy it could suffocate until the villager opened his mouth. "You have seduced me with this unholy body of yours." Adam said sternly and clenched his fists. "That's why I can't kill you." His voice was low and dangerous yet desperate and defeated. "I saw you back then in the forest." He started off as his hand traveled to your cheek and stroked it gently. "You were dancing around and picking flowers. You looked so pure and beautiful - like an angel. I couldn't stop watching you." The hunter confessed quietly and you felt his cold lips on yours. The kiss was bitter, soaked with the humiliation of his advances and the knowledge he had you at his mercy. "Damn your evil magic for making me feel this way". The man dragged his teeth through your lower lip and bit down in anger, moaning into the forced act of fake intimacy.

He pushed you down aggressively, the ropes digging into your bruised flesh even more now. You couldn't move your limbs at all and you felt too tired to argue or yell at the man. It was clearer than a day that he was obsessed with you but it was far from your doing. If you had known just how easily humans became fascinated by beauty and youth you would have thought twice before using their forest as a home. And as much as you wanted to curse the cruel man forever your heart just couldn't let you harm someone with a beating heart. You were stuck and he was touching you everywhere with a palm so warm it felt like wax on your sensitive skin. Your long black dress was ripped to shreds and all the red beads from your necklace were rolling on the floor as a mockery to your title. You were stripped down to your bones and left with nowhere to hide from the monster trying to break you. The energy in your body was gray and filthy, too weak to do more than upset you even further.

"I am going to make you mine tonight. I will use you like the dirty pagan slut you are." Adam cupped your breasts together in a swift move and you shivered at the contact of flesh. His words were painful and didn't help ease the fact that it was the first time someone had touched you in such a private place. In no time your eyes had filled with tears you were too proud to spill but too scared to hold back. "Aww, are you crying, wench? Go on, cry some more for me. When I'm done with you no one will want you. You'll be ruined for anyone other than me." He cooed at you and took hold of your naked legs, spreading them apart which caused you to break down in a pitiful mess of tears, snot and hushed breathes. "You should be greatful I am letting you live. If you weren't so beautiful I would have killed you in an instance." The hunter kept going, his voice low and deprived, his hot fingers brushing against your belly, the disgusting feeling in your guts making your chest tighten, caging your bleeding heart inside. "You are lucky I like taming wild animals." He continued harshly, a crazy look in his enlarged pupils so blue and clear, yet so intimidating and suffocating to its victims.

You inhaled sharply in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves and begged the villager with any strength left in your trembling body. "Please stop, please, for the love of the universe, just don't do it, just let me go and you shall never see me again." In reply the man simply smirked maliciously and licked his lips as he positioned himself over your open, exposed folds. His hands were rough and grabby, roaming over your frame and groping, digging, pinching every little curve. You prayed to both nature and the Gods above someone would come and take you away from this nightmare but to no avail. "No one will save you, witch. If they find you, you're dead, so you better be nice and quiet like a corpse while I take you." Adam spat out with poison and without any warning thrust his massive manhood into your tight entrance. The pain was sharp and piercing, white and hot. This time you started crying out loud in despair finally having realized you were truly alone. The humans wanted nothing more than to see you burn and now you were getting punished for being different.

The man didn't spare you any moment of suffering. He would place wet kisses all over your body, bite at the soft flesh until red and scratch any time he felt the need to hear your miserable whines. "Look at the way I'm splitting you open on my cock, you are so damn tight. I wouldn't have guessed you were a virgin if you weren't bleeding like a little bitch." Adam chuckled darkly and hit your cervix over and over again until the pain turned into something else you were too ashamed to name. "If you ever try to tempt someone else with this sinful body of yours I'll fucking kill you." The man cursed under his breath and brought two finger over your clit, stroking it gently and drawing cicles. You threw your head back at the sudden jolt of pleasure and closed your eyes, trying to distance your mind from what was being forcefully done to your anatomy.

"You feel so good around my cock, so pretty with your tits bouncing every time I pound into you. I love you so much." The hunter suddenly uttered as he slowed down the pace, driving into you with careful thrusts before going back to roughly shoving his length into your sensitive hole. "Say it back." He ordered lowly and smashed his lips on yours pushing his wet tongue all the way in, his hands messaging your breasts and toying with the stiff little nipples on top. You gained the courage to shake your head no so the villager wrapped his fist around your slender neck, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. You had no choice but to mumble a soft "I love you." when your survival instincts took over your dignity. Your sweet broken voice was enough to send the man over the edge and he came violently in your tight channel while whsipering all sorts of terrible, filthy words into your ear.

You thought the torture was finally over but your hopes were quickly shattered when Adam pressed his fingers over your overestimulated bud and flicked it around, your mind finding it hard to copperhead the intense pleasure after the pain. "Cum for me, wench." He commanded you harshly and kept playing with your love button until your pussy clamped down and you experienced your first orgasm at the hands of a filthy, egotistical human.

The male stroked your hair gently but still didn't move to undo the ropes keeping you restrained on the hard floor. "I've always wanted you." The hunter admitted in the next moment. You wondered whether you wanted him to shut up or keep rambling to distract you from the shame and humiliation. Your eyes were red and puffy from the sobbing and your head pulsated with dull pain. "I'll never let them catch you." Adam reassured you quietly as he drew small circles on your arm with his knuckles. "I will keep you forever, my love. It doesn't matter that you have succumbed to the Devil because from now own you are only going to serve me." He kissed your neck softly.

"I'll become your God."

#yandere #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere smut #yandere oneshot #yancore #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #male yandere x you #yandere witch hunter #witch darling

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writers-worst-nightmare · 3 years

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say could I have you take on how Juno, Legoshi and Sheila reaction lets say human are from a totally different galaxy and they came to the Beastar world and Juno, Legoshi and Ellen know that on the human world there are animals like them but not them and thy befriended a human S/O who is from an animal sanctuary so S/O too them to the sanctuary and thy see all the feral animals and S/O takes them to see their wolf buddy and thy meet a big white wolf with yellow eyes that looked intimidating but S/O Gives the big white wolf lots of pets and says "This is Tina she was the runt of the litter and was rejected by her mother so I raised her and look how big she has grown"

Juno, Legoshi, and Sheila reacting to having a human s/o who is from another galaxy but that isn’t important to the story because there is a hot wolf:

A/N: this was a LITTLE confusing but after a lot of hard work and a Mother Mother playlist I figured out what you meant (again, if I got this request wrong just like re-send It or explain it. My little brain cells are srsly being fried)

Request are always open!

Warning(s): N/A (please correct me if wrong though)

JUNO:

- when you first arrived she already was pretty shocked and honestly just clung to Legoshi

- but when she saw YOU

- oh God I hope you are ready to get spammed with a bunch of questions

- I will DIE on the head canon that Juno LOVES to learn about new things and ask a bunch of questions whenever a new topic is introduced to her

- like I think that would just be super cute and funny

- idk honestly

- when you explained everything to her she realized as fast as she could and was actually the one who suggested they went to the place where you worked at

- I know what it is but I have dyslexia and it is like SUPER hard for me to spell it out I am so so so so sooo sorry

- once you took her to the place she was honestly afraid

- I mean, she wasn’t far from the animals there themselves either

- so whenever you said that you where going to take them to the wolf section Juno got REALLY nervous

- she feels self conscious as she walks over there, feeling her energy going down the drain as she stares at the wolves in front of her

- then you guys got to the biggest wolf their probably (although she didn’t pay attention to size that much)

- she was pretty afraid

- this was a white wolf so she was already small compared to them

- but when she saw HER

- the strong teeth of the wolf that looked like he could bite her head off without even trying to

- and don’t even get her STARTED about the yellow blazing eyes that looked like a warning on it’s own to not go NEAR that wolf

- she hid behind you as everyone went up to the wolf

"This is Tina she was the runt of the litter and was rejected by her mother so I raised her and look how big she has grown"

- you said as you bent down and petted the white wolf on the head

- Tina wagged her tail and lolled out his head slightly to the left

- you bent down and scratched the wolves ears, the wold looked away in embarrassment but still secretly wanting more

- she instantly felt bad that she thought Tina was a big bad wolf

- and honestly she felt selfish

- I mean if anybody looked at Juno they would guess that she is feisty because she was a wolf

- and because of that she did not have a lot of friends,

- so she went up to Tina and head butted with her

- Tina looked taken back for a moment before a big goofy smile played on the wolves face

- the piercing and once cold yellow eyes seemed less of a warning and more of a welcome sign that you would see on somebodies door mate

- Tina and Juno stood their for a while before Juno howled out loud as in a celebration of welcoming somebody in the pack

- Tina jumped up and down with excitement before joining in

- You also got the hint and joined in as well

LEGOSHI:

- “Is there a book about this..?”

- Legoshi would whisper as you drag him to the place you work at

- let’s say you took everyone to meet Tina (omg why did that autocorrect to Tian so many times) different times so the white wold didn’t get stressed

- Legoshi isn’t one to judge on looks so in his spare time, while everyone was looking at the birds and other animals he did some research for the white wolf

- he learned quiet a few interesting things

- a lot he didn’t need to know, but still it was nice to read it

- another head canon that I will die on is that Legoshi likes to research

- like he does research in his free time, he does research when he is suppose to be doing homework

- he does research EVERYWHERE AND ANYWHERE

- that and reading classics

- BUT THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO TALK ABOUT THAT NOW IS IT!?!?

- he found out the best ways to approach a white wolf and how to get the old acquainted with you

- so best be prepared when you called Legoshi’s name for him to see the wolf, he wasn’t that surprised when he saw how Tina looked

- I mean, she looked like any other regular wolf

- however—even he had to admit—the wolf did look more scarier in person then in pictures

- and the yellow gleaming eyes didn’t help either

"This is Tina she was the runt of the litter and was rejected by her mother so I raised her and look how big she has grown"

- you explained as you gave Tina some pets

- Legoshi nodded his head then literally plopped on the ground

- he read somewhere to keep your distance and look them in the eyes

- Legoshi tried to look this wolf in the eyes, but he couldn’t

- leave him alone, best boi tried :(

- Tina had to come to Legoshi and give him a few licks

- Legoshi would laugh breathlessly

- and that was the first time you saw Legoshi smile

- he usually never smiled because of his sharp teeth but now, his has kind of forgotten that he was wolf

- You smiled warmly as the two greeted each other with smiles and hugs and affection

- Legoshi’s head would be basically exploding he wouldn’t know what to do

- and what he ended up doing

- was crying

- for the first time, it hit him like a train,

- what hit him like a train? You might ask

- well it is…

- that nobody could love him if he didn’t open up and expose his trauma

- he has closed his doors and kept up his walls for so many people

- but this wolf, this wold, didn‘t know anything about boundaries

- all Tina knew was hunt, eat, sleep, love, repeat

- and that

- that made Legoshi cry tears of joy

- this wolf would never face the dangers that the world had to offer because she was with you

- and that was all it took for Legoshi to cry while smiling

SHEILA:

- I honestly have no idea what to do for her, she is such a side character oml

- POOR GIRL WAS SO CONFUSED

- “won’t there be like…herbavore’s there…?”

- she would ask as she shifts her feet in discomfort

- “not for now…although I do plan to open it to both herbavore’s and carnivore’s!”

- you cheerfully boasted as the cheetah looked at you through narrowed eyes

- “I don’t think we should mix with the—“

- “for the love of God, shut the hell up!”

- she gets very worried when she goes through the butterfly section in fear of hurting the precious creatures

- you had to calm her down and actually go through the steps with her on how to not hurt a butterfly

- she mostly spent her time with the cheetah‘s and butterfly’s so she got a little pouty when you said it was time for her to meet the wolf

- I mean she didn’t even LIKE wolves so why did she have to put up with one!?

- but when she got into the area her blood ran cold

- right in front of her was the largest white wolf she had ever seen with menacing yellow eyes and long sharp teeth and matching razor sharp claws that could most certainly kill a butterfly AND her with no effort whatsoever

"This is Tina she was the runt of the litter and was rejected by her mother so I raised her and look how big she has grown"

- you stated as you started scratching Tina’s ears

- Sheila calmed down almost instantly when she heard the soft whimpers and the way Tina positioned her head so she wouldn’t accidentally bite your hand off

- that was actually really nice of Tina

- so once you got done petting Tina Sheila started to gently soak Tina’s back

- the swipes where soft and filled with meaning behind every stroke

- she ended up sleeping with the friendly giant on her lap like she was a puppy

- and you of course took pictures so the Drama Club could see that Their amazing club meme bear had a soft spot for Tina too

- and it got on the first page of the News

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