#poacher duelist

[ephemerasnape]

The Poacher's Prize 🔞☠️

My 400th follower celebration fic, as requested! 🥳🥳🥳 WARNING: CONSENT DIFFERENCE!

Poppy Sweeting x Poachers

Poppy pays the price for her betrayals! “Ye never did fit in wiv the rest of us, but we welcomed ye anyway. Took care of ye. Loved ye, even.”

Rape / Violence / Voyeurism / Age Difference / Revenge / No use of Y/N or MC but you are MC

This one-shot has a similar premise to Battle Royal at Horntail Hall but with a lot more detail, and, obviously, it's much more explicit.

DARK & DISTURBING THEMES!

⇢ Read on ao3 (18+ only)

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#poppy sweeting #h wm macnair #poachers #poacher stalker #poacher executioner #poacher ranger #poacher duelist #ashwinders #dark wizards #dark wizard smut #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #darkfic #tw rape #rookwood gang #my fics #cw rape #tw noncon #cw noncon #i like making the bad things happen #ship name could have something to do with yellow

[beany122]

ashwinders and poachers as those alignment chart memes

Here they are

Here is @ephemerasnape boy Oswald

#my post #hogwarts legacy #ashwinders #poachers #poacher tracker #poacher Executioner #poacher ranger #poacher duelist #poacher stalker #poacher animagus #ashwinder executioner #ashwinder duelist #ashwinder scout #ashwinder soldier #ashwinder ranger #ashwinder assassin #just because they're evil doesn't mean they can't have a personality beyond that

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

In the Moment

dark!Sebastian x f!reader

Summary - Combining “I feel like if MC used unforgivables in front of Sebastian he would probably be proud or wildly turned on or both lol" and "after reading that Subastion fic, can I possibly request a dom Sebastian fic?”

Word Count - 1,740

Warnings - 18+ smut, dark!sebastian, violence, blood

A/N - Okay I think this one was worth the wait. Not SUPER dark Seb, but should be quite enjoyable

You ended up dragging Sebastian to a pretty unsavory part of the woods in search of some poachers. When you heard about them capturing puffskeins it made you sick. They were one of the most innocent creatures you had seen and it infuriated you.

You were angry on your trek through the woods making quick work of any dugbogs or spiders that had chosen the wrong day to test you. They were aggressive and you knew they'd fight until they had you fatally injured so it didn't bother you to harm them.

Sebastian followed closely, whining the whole way, but at least he had agreed to accompany you. You crept through bushes carefully when you began to hear shouting. You looked at Sebastian and grinned; you had finally found the camp they'd been hiding the poor little fluffballs.

You were a good duelist and Sebastian knew that, the two of you together felt practically unstoppable. That combined with the fact that you both knew unforgivable's certainly gave you a leg up and anyone in your way very little chance of making an escape.

You didn't feel the need to hide any longer and drew your wand as you stalked over to a couple of poachers in the camp. They were busying themselves securing cages and yelling at the creatures to quiet their cries. You cleared your throat which made them jump back, wands at the ready.

They laughed upon seeing you in your Hogwarts robes.

"It's just a kid. Just scare them away," one of them said, turning back around to completely ignored you. A nasty sneer was on the remaining poacher's face as he chuckled at you.

"Come on. You don't really know what you're doing so we'll be nice and let ya' off with a warning this once." He was weary of you, but clearly not very afraid.

You glanced back to Sebastian when trying to decide what you wanted to do. You were enraged at what they were doing to innocent creatures, abusing them, killing them. Your anger boiled over when they dared to underestimate you. That was something you were sick of.

You barely thought before the words left your lips angrily, "Crucio!"

You were so calm and collected despite the nature of what you had just done. A red light shot out from your wand and right into the unsuspecting poacher that had threatened you. The other poacher whipped around to see his partner on the ground writhing and groaning in pain.

You could see the fear in his eyes when they met yours. You could feel the magic coursing through you where you stood, swirling your wand around to exaggerate the poacher's pain even more. As Sebastian watched you he cursed to himself. You looked angelic doing something that was so taboo. The surge from your wand had your robes whipping around your body. The look on your face was one of sheer determination. In the midst of the torture, you spared a glance at Sebastian where you sent him a devilish smile that had him tugging at the tight crotch of his pants.

Your trance with the spell was broken when the other poacher screamed at you, begging you to stop and they would just leave and give you whatever you wanted. As you released the spell you heaved forward and dropped to your own knees with a gasp. You watch the lucky poacher pick his friend up off of the ground where he lay panting and still squirming.

You didn't process anything they said as they rushed off to get far away from you, tossing a set of keys in your direction. Sebastian had intended to jump in and help you, but you just hadn't needed it. He rushed forward now to kneel down beside you.

"Y/N? Are you, are you okay?" His voice was soft, but raspy with the lust he was having a hard time containing.

As you let the world come back into focus around you, you turned to look at him, "The puffskeins. Please let them out." He sent a soft smile towards you that you barely registered. He stood to grab the keys and quickly free the innocent creatures to find their way homes. He took his time like he knew you would and placed each one on the ground to roll away on their own.

You stood up, feeling free from your daze as you watch them roll away happily into the fields. Sebastian made his way back over to you and placed a warm hand on your cheek.

"You were incredible." His voice was low and his eyes were locked with yours. You could see his pupils were wide and his eyelids heavy.

"Let me worship you after that. You've earned it." He weaves an arm around your waist, pressing against your lower back to bring you closer to him. Your noses were touching as you breathed heavily, never breaking eye contact with him. You nodded as much as the small space between you allowed and he dragged your face into his.

His lips met yours hungrily with wet and needy kisses. He slips his tongue past your lips to explore every inch of your mouth. You drop your wand and cling to him, adrenaline and desire running through you as you grasp at his robes. He presses his teeth into your lip hard, leaving a trickle of blood down them.

He pulled back from you to toss them away and yank yours off, throwing them into the same pile. He looks you up and down while he loosens his tie and the first few buttons of his blouse.

"Are you going to stand there or be a good girl and rid yourself of all that cloth in my way? When I see you standing there so strong in front to of the poachers, every fiber in me wants to make you beg. You need to beg me to make you fall apart. You can't be so tough all the time can you?"

You shiver at his words, wholeheartedly believing him. That he would bring you to pieces whether you gave him permission or not. His gaze was heated as he gestured for you to take your clothes off, so you obey him, looking around nervously. "Relax, we're alone. You really fucked them up," he groaned and palmed himself through his trousers, drawing your eyes to the wet patch that was on them, "Although if you wanted to make them watch, I'm sure you could. You could do anything Y/N."

Sebastian stepped close to you while you worked at unfastening your shirt, skirt already at your ankles. You really didn't want to upset him. He stepped forward and grabbed your jaw, slipping his thumb into your mouth and dragging the mix of spittle and blood down your chin.

"You're so good at those curses. I have the most insatiable urge to knock you down a peg. You could do anything, but you'll never be a match for me." His gaze was sultry, eyes trailing down to your camisole and knickers you still had on.

Just like that it was like a switch flipped. His hands were on you rough and clawing at your clothes, popping the rest of the buttons on your blouse to toss it aside. The only thing keeping your camisole intact was that you lifted your arms so he could tear it off.

He dives into your neck, sucking spots that you know are going to leave a mark. You cry out when he sinks his teeth into your sensitive flesh, meanwhile, he tugs your undergarments up until you're so uncomfortable you squirm with how they're pressing into your bundle of nerves.

"You're much too slow," he mutters. He makes his way over your breasts, licking and biting the soft flesh and stiff peaks. You struggle to balance as he slinks down your body, continuing his assault by leaving bitemarks and bruises in his wake.

He drags your underwear down as he falls on his knees. He drags his nose across your soft patch of hair stopping just short of where he knows you need him most. He breathes in deeply and looks up at you, leaving goosebumps behind on your skin as he trails his fingers over your legs.

"You smell delicious and you're soaking wet," he pulls on your legs, making you stand with them spread wide, "You loved using that magic and making them suffer. You love being out here where they could hear me fucking you senseless after you just about killed them."

He lets out a moan of his own before licking a slow, wide stripe up your cunt to taste you. You take a tight grasp on his overgrown hair and let out a whine. He laughs and it sends hot air and vibrations against you that makes you clutch him even tighter.

Deciding that he's toyed with you enough, he takes a firm hold on your backside and buries his face against you. He spreads your juices up to your clit before he starts tracing fast and heavy circles up against it. He slips one of his hands around while you groan and clutch his head between your thighs, inserting two aggressive fingers into your wetness.

He thrusts them in and out of you, timing it expertly with his mouth until you feel the warm pit building in your stomach. You call out his name while he fucks you relentlessly, adding another finger to feel you stretch and squeeze against him. When he feels your thighs quaking he helps to hold you steady as you cum on his face, gyrating your hips against him to helplessly hold onto the feeling.

He pulls away from your sensitive button to use big swipes of his tongue to clean your cum where it's dripping from your lips and down your thighs. When he's content with licking you clean, he stands up and pulls your skirt and bloomers with him.

He puts his arms around your waist for support as he takes in your dazed and heated expression. You whimper and lean into his chest at how your bottoms that he pulled up still rub against your sensitive spot. He pulls you into a complete hug, reveling in the way your bare breasts feel even through his shirt.

"That's my girl, now let's get you dressed okay?"

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legaxy x reader #hogwarts legacy x mc

[embracetranquilityson]

Playing Hogwarts Legacy as an adult, a different POV. (Possible SPOILERS ahead, please beware)

Okay, hear me out:

When the game was announced I was super excited about the Dark Arts path, so of course as soon as I was able to play I immediately headed for that route.

But then that scene where you have to duel Sebastian happened and I thought "damn, OC is an insane duelist!" soooo... I guess my mind kind of spiraled from there because I somehow got this headcanon that OC was actually undercover at Hogwarts.

Oddly got their letter at a later age, mad skillz™️, really polite and mature... Makes sense, right?

But I don't want to be an Auror. I want to be EVIL!

So, how about an Ashwinder? Victor Rookwood is a pretty cool villain: charismatic af, kinda good looking; I can see us chilling while watching dragons fight- no wait, I hate poachers with a passion. I love magical beasts. No way my OC would ever harm one or stand by and watch as one gets hurt.

And theeeeennnnn... I met professor Aesop Sharp. 10/10 "your daughter/son/adultchild calls me daddy too". I'd like to say it was love at first sight but it was the whole "acknowledging responsibility" speech that got me.

And before you call me weird... I'm in my twenties and as much as I love the "companions" that the game lets you have, I can't physically bring myself to ship my OC with a teenager. Big no no. Weirds me the f out.

So behold, the ultimate headcanon that has been living rent free in my head since the release:

OC is a rogue ashwinder who betrayed the - organisation? Cult? Club? Ah whatever you get it - and somehow found a way to disguise themselves as a student to avoid repercussions. After all, hogwarts is a pretty safe place. They could easily stay under the radar until things had calmed down a bit.

Unless... Unless some students decided they were tired of poachers and ashwinders and decided to take the matter into their own hands. So what was oc supposed to do? Just look the other way and hide while kids got slaughtered?

Nope. Their conscience was screaming enough as it was, they couldn't let it get any louder. So they help Poppy and Nat and try their best to keep Sebastian safe while he dabbles in the dark arts (after all, they know first hand how futile it is to try and smother that fire. You need to get burnt to learn.).

Until they go too far, they become a problem. Rookwood is pissed. Avada Kedavra pissed. Life or death. Their young and foolish friends or them.

It's an easy choice, really.

They drop the spell/potion/ancient magic/whatever that made them seem younger, so the focus is on them. Rookwood's rage is on them.

The shock, the drama.

Your trusted hogwarts companion was an Ashwinder all along. Former ashwinder, but does it really matter to a teenager who only sees the world as black and white?

Would it matter to the professor OC fell for? To the other professor, the one who guided them through the keepers' trials? Or to sweet professors Weasley and Garlick, who went above and beyond to teach them everything they knew?

Would it matter to the aurors who would eventually capture them?

Ladies, gentlemen and fine people, this is my headcanon. This would be my OC (if I was a skilled modder).

Thank you for coming to my -delirious- TED talk.

(and if you have similar or opposite headcanon, please drop them below. I would love to read them!)

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanon #ashwinder #victor rookwood #hogwarts legacy oc #professor sharp #professor fig #professor garlick #professor weasley #natsai onai #poppy sweeting #sebastian sallow #the drama #aesop sharp

[blood-jewel]

My Headcanons for Poppy Sweeting for Hogwarts Legacy:

• Looks like a cinnamon roll but will actually show that Badger side of Hufflepuff if anyone harms animals or someone she trusts. Cause she is a fierce duelist she just doesn’t like to show it.

• Growing up with her parents as poachers she’s got tough skin and not afraid of any bully that tries to pick on her at Hogwarts.

• I feel like Poppy and Ominis would get along very well. At first Ominis wouldn’t want someone new in his inner circle but as the MC invites Poppy to sit at the Slytherin table and on the adventures with them, they start getting along because they both know what it’s like being raised by horrible parents. It’s a surprise friendship.

• Prefers being around animals instead of people because animals won’t judge or harm you in ways people can. Being around creatures helps soothe all the pain she’s seen growing up and strives to make sure all animals are protected.

• She had enough of being around poachers when she was traumatized by a huge slaughtering of innocent creatures which resulted in her being able to see Thestrals. She immediately left her parents and moved in with her Gran.

• She is the sunshine and healer of the group. She radiates positivity and keeps everyone in the light of any dark situation they get themselves in. She’s always ready for any adventure outside the castle and is there for her friends and will stand by them thick and thin.

• After saving the Golden Snidgets Dorran spoke to his herd and they had Poppy and the MC become trusted by the Centaurs which is high honor and it is rare that Centaurs will trust a witch or wizard. So whenever they’re in danger in the Forbidden Forest they’ll come to their aid.

• After everything Poppy opened herself up and to making new friends at Hogwarts. She became close friends to Adelaide Oakes, Natsai Onai & Ominis Gaunt.

• She cherishes any gift given to her by her friends and she’ll already have another gift planned for them.

#Poppy Sweeting #Adelaide Oakes #Natsai Onai #Ominis Gaunt #Hogwarts Legacy #Hogwarts #Dorran #Centaurs #Hufflepuff #Magical Creatures #Forbidden Forest #Golden Snidgets #Wizarding World #Harry Potter fandom

[expecto-kedavra]

Jayden Mata’afa

House: Slytherin

Wand: Acacia, Dragon Heartstring 12 3/4 inches, unyielding

Patronus/Animagus: Brown Bear

Likes: reading, learning, magical creatures, fighting bad guys, his close friends, flying, Imelda

Dislikes: assholes, INFERI, poachers, liars, laziness, incompetence, arrogance

He’s a good dude. I swear. Sometimes he’s just a dick though 🤷🏾‍♂️ if you deserve it, that is.

Immigrated from Samoa to live with his step-aunt after both of his parents were killed by a Lethifold

Bro does everything out of spite.

He doesn’t like Leanna (ancient magic MC)

He has a strong disdain for authority, as can be told by his being an unregistered animagus.

Dude throws DOWN against poachers.

He knows all 3 unforgivables, and they are reserved only for those who deserve them.

Very morally gray.

“Forbidden” is a joke to him. A challenge.

He was a hatstall between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, but he thinks Ravenclaws are nerds lol

Talented as hell. He studies hard and works harder.

Definitely the best duelist in the school

A lot of people like him, most everyone. Even so, he has a very tightly knit group of friends. (Sebastian, Ominis, Anne)

Him and Poppy are very close, as they share a passion for magical creatures, and he has the ability to speak with them.

Kneazle whisker thief caught a major ass beating after Beasts class.

Poppy loves him, and he is extremely protective of her.

He doesn’t like Imelda. Nope. He is NOT hopelessly in love with her. Nuh uh. Definitely not. ;)

Best damn Keeper the Slytherin Quidditch team has ever seen

He’s a good person. Until you show him he shouldn’t be. He’s sarcastic, he has a temper, he holds grudges, and he doesn’t trust easily. Once you have his loyalty however, he’s there for life. Loyalty is everything to him.

#hogwarts #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #hufflepuff #gryffindor #ravenclaw #slytherin #hogwarts houses #hogwarts oc #hogwarts legacy oc

[queenveela]

Hogwarts legacy MC bio/headcanons

Avian Grey was born to a Welsh witch in the Pyrenees, France (close to Beauxbatons) she does not have any memory of her parents. She was raised by her mothers sister and research partner “Aunt Efa”.

While researching magical creatures in the Pyrenees, Avians mother had an affair with a man from one of the local villages, all Efa knew about him was that he was from a family that had strong Veela lineage. Avians mother passed away not long after giving birth to her.

Ave and Efa had a very nomadic lifestyle traveling from place to place for purpose of Efa’s research. She gained a lot of experience fighting due to run ins with poachers and other undesirables during their travels. Perhaps it was due to her fate as a wielder of ancient magic that the constant traveling caused her to be late in her admission to Hogwarts, and enter as a fifth year.

Her patronus/potential animagus: A hippogriff. Powerful and dignified, once you earn her trust she will protect you fiercely. If you cross her she will fight you.

Coincidentally her name is French for “bird like”.

I like to think the hippogriffs appearing in her storyline are immensely symbolic having to do with those she trusts. For example during her first trip to Hogsmeade with Sebastian two hippogriffs flew out of the forest, perhaps foreshadowing her relationship with him. Especially as they shared their first kiss after she took him to ride highwing (see fanfic for full story). Additionally the creatures have shown up in situations that involve Natty and Poppy.

Her interests:

-flying and magical beasts, love kneazles and has an entire vivarium just for kneazles. Despite her princess like appearance she likes to play as a beater during quidditch, after all she loves a good fight.

-She gets a high off of fighting. During 7th year her and Sebastian spends alot of their “dates” raiding poacher camps, not only because she wants to save beasts and loves fighting but they both find it insanely attractive watching each other fight (hence why their first duel in Hecat’s class is when they started to like one another) their kink is raiding different poacher camps and then doing it in the empty tent afterwards

Her strengths:

Excellent duelist

Highly ambitious and competitive (can also be a flaw if it gets out of hand)

Fiercly protective of those she loves.

Her flaws:

-Slight temper

-Jealous and sometimes manipulative but she’s better at hiding it than Sebastian. If she sees Sebastian talking to another girl she’ll use subtle tactics to get his attention might take her hair tie out for a second to adjust her hair, he doesn’t get to see fully undone often (until they become official) so it gets his attention, she also might loosen her tie and unbutton the first button of her shirt exposing more of her neck. If she’s feeling extra ambitious she’ll go talk to another student who isn’t Ominis, Poppy or Natty and be mildly flirtatious in asking them for help with something.

-Not always the most trusting..better with beasts than people. However she adores Poppy, Natty and Ominis.

-Easily distracted by anything having to do with Sebastian. Will drop important tasks to spend time with him.

After Hogwarts:

After Hogwarts Her and Seb elope in a quiet ceremony with only their close friends present. They start off as aurors but after Ave nearly gets killed while pregnant with their third child they calm down with the fighting obsession and settle for a more quiet lifestyle. They end up taking over Brood and Peck when Ellie decides to relocate and spend a majority of their lives taking care of magical beasts. They eventually wind up having a total of four daughters and three sons, out of which is a pair of twins (boy and girl like Sebastian and Anne). Because they lost so many of their family members when they were younger, a large family is important to them. Their family goes on to be a very well respected wizarding family throughout the decades. Newt Scarmander visits their shop regularly and they’re really fond of him, usually selling him beast-care tools at a high discount. They also see Poppy regularly as she is the care of magical creatures professor at Hogwarts.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy mc #myoc #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy fanart #slytherin #hogwarts legacy headcanons

[warty-hog-legacy]

So post-murder, Clara drags Sebastian with her to go rescue magical creatures with Poppy (Sebastian needs something to take his mind off of The Murder and maybe seeing a unicorn or whatnot up close will help?? Even briefly?? Clara insisted. Sunshine and fresh air will do him good)

Poppy is just happy that someone else is coming to save creatures, and Sebastian is the best duelist in their year, so they can really hold their own if they run into poachers again!

Which they do.

Sebastian and Clara hold them off while Poppy releases the kneazels (and names them). The poachers get pissed af b/c these little dweeb kids have just let all their profits run away.

Poachers uses Crucio on Clara.

Her screams are agony. And Sebastian realizes just exactly what he put her through in the scriptorium since it’s broad daylight and not a dark corridor.

He will not stop apologizing once the poachers are gone and all is well.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #poppy sweeting #Clara white

[astarab1aze]

➥ Hedonistic Vampire

⸻Technical Information. // Face, Voice, etc.

01. Faceclaim. Ferid Bathory   [ Seraph of the End ] 04. Voice Claim. TBD

⸻Profile Information. // Name, Age, etc.

01. Name. Vayn Morteatum 02. Alias. V, Vini 03. Sex. Male 04. Gender. Male 05. Age. 70-something, 80? 06. Birth Date. October 3rd   [ Libra ] 07. Blood Type. Sub-type VA+ 08. Race. Vampire, American by nationality ; French-English by ethnicity. 09. Marital Status. Single   [ Multiship ] 10. Orientation. Homosexual   [ Homoromantic ] 11. Residence. Formerly the Underground of Salem’s Crossing, Miami, FL ; Currently nomadic.

⸻Physical Information. // Body, Equipment, Family, etc.

17. Physical Description. Vayn has medium-length silvery hair that is normally kept tied back in a ponytail, straight with his fringe parted down the left. It has a dull lilac hue to it in certain lights, as well as greenish and pinkish tones, and is well maintained. His eyes, clear and open, are pinkish red, or magenta, framed by long, almost feminine eyelashes. He stands at a short 5'4", sporting a narrow and slender frame, somewhat androgynous and angular - a bit bony. His skin is ghostly pale, belying the truth of his vampiric pedigree, and while it appears otherwise unblemished, the lashing scars littering his back are hidden by elegant (and old timey) European clothes, or business casual outfits on occasion. There are many, many more scars to join them, all caused by silver burns, long-term exposure to iron, magical burns, etc. Both lobes are pierced as well as his bellybutton. He has a small, ambiguously heart-shaped birthmark to the left of his sternum.  

13. Equipment. He keeps a vampiric palmseal made of his own crystallized blood, a travelling mirror, a small tin of Bloody Delights, a bottomless bag, and a beat up harlequin novel. 14. Occupation. Formerly a tortured performer at The Strychnine Theater, effectively enslaved by gambling duelists and forced to compete or perform depending on the event ; Currently, he is enjoying what he now knows of freedom, aiding Loux & Sortia in their search for the starcutter. 15. Job Performance. N/A 16. Parents. Arteryus Morteatum & Belladonna Minx - each of noble vampire blood, being members of the Red Hand, a tense coallition of vampire separatists.  17. Siblings. Arteryus’ proginy, Galfreja (247F), and blood Synoxia (162F) - older sisters, both allive and well, with one maintaining a position in the DRS where the other built a career in magical husbandry. 

⸻Personality Information. // Likes, Strengths, etc.

18. Likes. Reading, explicit art, money, giving and recieving gifts, cooking, adventuring, shopping, spending time with Sortia when she’s around, Bloody Delights, witch fingers, shapeshifter blood, watching movies, tending to his plants, etc.  19. Dislikes. Violence of any kind, being manhandled, closed-mindedness, enclosed spaces, most sorcerers, poachers, thieves, discussion of his family, metal, silver, being pushed to do anything he doesn’t want to do, literally anything Loux does with his spare time, etc.

20. Positive Traits. Gentle. Kindhearted. Generous. Thoughtful. Loyal. Friendly. Open-minded. Playful. Resilient. Talented healer. Polite. Romantic. Dreamy. Principled. Hopeful.  21. Negative Traits. Naive. Self-destructive. Jumpy. Anxious. Pushy. Dramatic. Hedonistic. Submissive. Gullible. Poor in combat. Has a hard time saying ‘no’ and respecting both his and other peoples’ boundaries. Extremely averse to violence, won’t even defend himself.  22. Goals. To enjoy his freedom to the fullest, experience love and heartbreak, countless sunsets and wine cocktails - to live. 23. Desires. Absolution, vindication, and peace, freedom from the horrific abuse he suffered following his capture as a fledgling, and all the comforts of what it means to be alive.  24. Alignment. Neutral Good 

25. Personality. Vayn can be described as quite a few things - pushy, overbearing, sickeningly sweet, and perhaps a bit too naive. Too trusting. Too kind for his own good, the sort to set himself on fire to keep others warm. Despite all he’d suffered, he held onto his hope and unwavering faith, carrying a certain pep in especially dire situations. He is soft of heart and gentle in how he treats people, giving and thoughtful, catalogging every new experience or bond and drinking them in. He’s hedonistic, selfishly diving head first into all that life has to offer - a kind soul he is, but rather blind to most boundaries. He oversteps, sometimes on purpose, looking for excuses to run away from difficult or uncomfortable situations and if he can’t find any, he makes them. That being said, he is tender and warm, shining a small but heartening light when all seems dark and hopeless. He’s small and ineffective in a fight, but he has such strength within him. If only things had been different.  

⸻Sorcery Information. // Element, Talent, etc.

26. Element. Flora & Water - moderate manipulation & control. 27. Shapeshifting. Innate bat-shifter - natural-born vampires are capable of shapeshifting into one of three animals, commonly discovered within 3 years of turning / birth. 28. Utility. Herbalism & Husbandry - mastered herbalism, beginner husbandry. 29. Specialization. Herbalism - although he dabbles in alchemy, too. quite the potions master, as the two go hand in hand. 30. Graduate School. Belegerande’s School for the Arcane, house La Fey ; the first of 11 total sorcery-centered schools established in North america in the 1500s; Quite a prestigious institution despite its current reputation. 31. Classification. Missing, Presumed Dead - If found, return to Deadeye.

⸻Background Information. // Past to Present. Warning for SA & enslavement.

Vayn was born in the lap of vampiric luxury, belonging to one of the oldest vampire houses as a blooded vampire, but this so-called luxury came at a steep price for he was born into the Red Hand, too. Loneliness and isolation, maltreatment and abuse behind closed doors, violent lessons to impart etiquette and good manners, murder plots and too early an introduction to sex, vile politics and desperate grabs for power - forced to fall in line and become a vampire worthy of sitting on the throne. Much of his youth was spent at the shit end of the stick until the soft-hearted child within him had been thoroughly beaten into a pulp just as miserable and cruel as everyone else.

    Yet, there was a flicker of himself that persisted - an incessantly leaky faucet. He’d never understood the Red Hand’s ideals, what they really wanted or why the supremacy of their species mattered at all, why they were as willing to go so far to achieve such an arrogant and offensive goal. He never wanted any part of it. He never wanted to bring anyone else any harm, never wanted to live up to the vampire stereotypes as a murderer, a glorified leech, a monster. But he did what he felt was necessary to spare himself the punishment given to heretics and betrayers, slinking through the shadows and doing as Agrivayne instructed him. He always did what he could justify as necessary, losing more and more of what little remained of him.

    In a twist of fate, one Cedric Montgomery, the true vampire befitting the crown, approached him in the night with a proposition. Cedric had always been flamboyant, ever the sort to make moves with unmatched regal ruthlessness, and so it was easy. Vayn, caught by surprise, was made privy to the secret movement against the current leaders of the Red Hand, a counter-revolution to the would-be revolutionaries. He joined Cedric, offering financial support to further their endeavors and keep them a secret. To be apart of something meaningful, to tear down pointless traditions and rid vampires of their hatred for others, had given him an avenue to make amends for all the horrible things he’d done - he could do nothing but jump at the chance to do good.

    Unfortunately for him, however, someone found out - the youngest member of the Morningstar family, Lilith - and he was dealt with swiftly. Vampires belonging to the other Red Hand families enacted a plan to capture, torture, and kill him, but it was Lilith who stopped them, though her alternative wasn’t the saving grace he hoped it would be. They took him to the underground of Salem’s Crossing and brokered a deal with Deadeye - one slave of highest pedigree in trade for five humans, a blackwyrm, and enough noxium to kill a thousand people - which he quickly accepted, stripping Vayn of his titles, his name, his clothes, and his dignity. He was kept like livestock among others who shared the same fate, shackled and chained to the bottom of death-touched oubliettes and starved of blood until he was too weak to fight back, where Deadeye and his men would have their way with him in as many contexts as could be imagined… Viciously beaten, sexually assaulted, forced to feed on his emaciated, dying fellows to satisfy Deadeye’s sadistic curiosities. They threw him into Strychnine, kept him anchored down by silver weights so he couldn’t shapeshift and fly away, and laughed and laughed and laughed as he lost every fight, gambling assholes of all sorts winning on the best losing horse. Deadeye, of course, had subjected him to much more and far worse than this.

    But the quiet, desperately kind person within him managed to survive where the cruelty could no longer. Delusion through his trauma? Perhaps, but it kept him aware, kept him awake, kept him alive, kept him moving forward. And he clung to that tiny glimmer of hope, praying that he’d finally be set free one day, doing what he could to alleviate the suffering of the others who shared his fate. One by one, many of them died, but even still…he held fast, weeping long into the morning hours for eleven years.

    Another chance meeting would come to pass, however. Dragged from the oubliette, he was set to perform for a flock of hundreds, but a nosy shapeshifter and a terrifying witch had weaseled their way behind the curtain. Deadeye’s only real competition had been the boy - Vayn recognized his face from old wanted posters - but he’d shown up with a sanguinaurum, and Deadeye had no counter to a legendary witch. Sortia and Loux, as he’d come to know them, had been the answer to his prayers, freeing him from the atrophy and agony of a life of servitude. Despite his relative dissociation, he was grateful beyond words, falling to his knees and bursting into a flurry of relieved wails.

    They took him in, dressed him, and offered him what he’d wanted most - freedom. Freedom from responsibility, freedom from sin, freedom from pain, from hatred, from guilt, from the burdens of backward thinking and needless cruelty. They asked for nothing in return, not even help in finding the magical item they sought. So he stayed with them, his new family, aiding them anyway. 

#➥ Vayn.

[decrsum]

💚 starter for @thesardonicmuse

He did very much enjoy his time at Hogwarts. Finding it much better than his parents' home that felt far too big for only four people. While his sister Lucilla did all she could to avoid him, Mattheo managed to find connections elsewhere. The Slytherin common room was one of the places he could easily make friends — AND enemies. Too much pride in one room has been the cause of many arguments and fist-fights, but that's what kept it interesting.

     Hogwarts is his home. Even with the strange happenings in the past years. He counts himself lucky once more that he has survived another year. Besides, Hogwarts isn't the safest of places even if the Headmaster likes to call it such. A load of rubbish, that is. Students here are in constant danger, and Mattheo knows that it's in the back of everyone's minds. Death is inevitable. Whether you cross paths with poachers, a gigantic spider in the Forbidden Forest, or are just plain stupid and cast Bombarda incorrectly.

That's why clubs like the Crossed Wands exists. Not only is it fun for the avid duelists and adventurers, but it's genuinely great practice. Which is why Darcy got himself involved in this not-so-secret club amongst students. The age group is quite wide too; first years to seventh years. The only rule is that the duels are fair and that sore losers do not seek revenge.      Mattheo was previously quite impressed with the skill of some of the younger students. But still, they were no match for the spells they have yet to learn.

     He's cocky. Not because he's got an advantage in knowledge, but because he has been one of the undefeated 7th years in the club. He still likes to play fair, but knows that poachers won't be. He was looking for more of a challenge today.      ❝ Aw- come on now. ❞ Darcy exclaimed. ❝ I know you can do better than that. ❞ But no, his opponent had left the field, admitting defeat. Darcy's Protego casts were a bit too fast for their liking.

     ❝ Alright... Anyone else want a friendly spar? ❞

#thesardonicmuse #⩺ 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 - 𝙃 𝙊 𝙂 𝙒 𝘼 𝙍 𝙏 𝙎 ⩹ #I TRIED --- I HOPE THIS IS OKAY

[ephemerasnape]

Dark Witch Voice Clips

Just put together these unused clips for the Dark Witch voices (there are only two, sadly) that I thought were pretty interesting.

I don't do a lot with them because I am *shock and horror* heterosexual⭐ but they are pretty cool (especially my girl Animagus)...

Dark Witch A: Ashwinder Assassin / Poacher Animagus

Dark Witch B: Ashwinder/Poacher Duelist and Ranger

⭐yes, I understand that not everything has to be sexual but that's just what interests me the most right now.

#ashwinders #ashwinder assassin #poachers #poacher animagus #dark wizards #rookwood gang #hogwarts legacy #ashwinder ranger #poacher ranger #ashwinder duelist #poacher duelist #voice clips

[beany122]

Poachers getting pets

And theophilus harlow

Ashwinders here

#my post #ashwinders #hogwarts legacy #poachers #poacher tracker #poacher duelist #poacher ranger #poacher stalker #poacher animagus #poacher executioner #gif #hogwarts legacy gif #petpet

[roseprincesskristina]

Trick Or Sweet ((Vamp!Yami x Yugi))

((Heyo, boils and ghouls! I'm back from slight inactivity IRL writing my very first Halloween fan fiction featuring Puzzleshipping! Hope y'all enjoy this spookly sexy story, if you dare... Mwa ha ha ha ha! JK. Happy Halloween, guys! 😊✌🎃👻😈🌙🍬🍭🍫

Midnight. An interestingly bootiful dark shaded atmosphere sided along the graceful pearl painted luminary quietly emerges itself with utter serene by pure ascendance after a cheerful recent brass daylight pouring downward its endless heaven like brighten rays upon Mother Earth including every single denizen that lingers aimlessly within it, lacking any launchful speeding rush without proper patience or forcefully attempting to hasten this environmental nightfall whatsoever.

Tranquilly flooding such a luminous stating background about several emerald sheened insects, simply putting it as flashing fireflies, lighting up their adorably miniature bottoms at a silent medium decorating every area encircling the celestial sphere, an earthly ball located into a historical galaxy, with a friendly non toxic vegetative peaceful light show for an entire noiseless dim scenery, which is the treasured night.

Embraced ever so nearly including dearly from not only this unrambunctious shadowy skied natureland, however the traveling invisible waves that caused more trees alongside their leaves to become swayed smoothly. Placing its nontransparent palms unto all objects inside municipalities followed with poacher free meadows just to coolly caress them even gently and sensibly at once.

Onto this upcoming spooktacular occasion, obviously realized as Halloween risen onward an early horizon, additional squeaking bats have began to flutter everywhere into accumulated groups above the cloudless sky increasing their flighted quickness normally other than different airborne creatures such as happily morning birds of dayshine.

Seconded with a soothing cry of the mountain wolf blowing out its songful howl toward an angelic gem of a a full moonlight as an offering to make this evening write a warming smile upon its nonexistent expression. Never forgetting, in fact, that the duskly canine's decent howling song can also be a sign for this bone chilling event as well.

Traveling elsewhere over the humongous town of Domino City, Japan, homeland to all generational Duelists both beginners as well as professionals likely combined as one, millions of normal citizens are indulging their worried free lives at harmony's mercy, completely dressed up within different costumes to go as classical horror beasts, mascots, princesses, cartoon/video game characters, or of course, as popularly usual to training card gamers, Duel Monsters.

Joyfully commemorating this very frightful holiday alongside enthusiastic children who are superly thrilled to enjoy an all out fun trick or treating throughout the streets especially to stores in order to obtain extra sugary sweets. Unlike a few ordinary folks that never celebrated this bone chilling festivity due to them into pondering about having awful nightmares.

Standing outside the collector's card/gaming establishment on a doorstep known as Kame Game properly own by a youthful lad's archeological grandfather, a young man Yugi Moto, famously realized by everyone and his friends around town as the legendary King of Games, can finally achieve absolute ease from dueling mercilessly encountered foes beside the permanent trek ahead for him previously few decades ago since he as well as his 5000 year old spirit partner Yami Yugi, who was now King Atem according to his return to the Spiritual

Realm due to the Ceremonial Duel in Cairo Egypt, have fought their path throughout gruesome challenges easily and intensively with all their joined might as well as an endless power of friendship so powerful enough to overcome beastly odds that were hurled against them.

Accompanied by each other's blazing courage seconded with righteous kindness magically transformed two attributes together into an ultimate unfathomable blade of friendship held with dual hands wielding in complete combination, there will be absolutely nothing, not even the obstacles of hardship, could cease the heroic duo of flaying off anything that blocks their path which lead them onward to their true destiny.

Afar of Duelist Kingdom, Battle City, Atlantis, to Grand Championship, their indestructible bonding sword shall never, ever think about throwing inward a towel or attempting to chip off its own sharpen tip by jamming itself to the harden stone just to kick the unwanted fragile stained bucket as symbolization of utter surrender.

Lastly, tonight at last, the kind hearted duel emperor, now within his youngful adulthood, can actually gain proper serenity that awaited his gentle presence for eternity to arrive before him, welcoming the Magician user with its wide revealing hands by embracing his fairly anatomy using its calming nighted breeze encircling all over him while patting on his cute little cheeks as well as caressing the brass bangs of his tri color spiked dough.

Meanwhile he himself aims his innocent violet pupils directly upward at the blackened blue surface swarming of crystal themed glistening stars winking downward at the lately adolescent cinnamon roll of a Duelist, who then, responded forward severally numbered dippers by a thankful grin arranging in his faultless expression being entirely back from a really extended trip hence the triumphant conclusion about the dreadful cesspool that was the Shadow Realm.

"Ahhhhh..... It feels really nice to have some peace and quiet around the city of Domino. Despite all the incredible challenges I fought so far ahead, thanks to the Pharaohs help. We really did make an awesome team throughout our previous adventures together, even with the bonds of true friendship that'll never be separated too easily. It's been stronger before, and now, it grows even more powerful than before." Yugi said, remaining his normal smile permanently glued unto his face during the wonderful memories he closely cherished with an Egyptian sovereign he nearly bonded alongside.

"Still. After all the rough duels me and Atem had together during my recent travels with him, I really missed him so much. He's like the older brother to me that I never had in my family."

The invisible puffy white air shoots out of his mouth as he noiselessly whistle a sad sigh, a crowned Duel Monster champion kept up his gaze to the pleasantly night sky observing the connected constellation of his most treasured lover of Ancient Egypt.

Placing his hand freely over his chest where the cherished bravery of the great Pharaoh was gifted deeply inside Yugi's heart, ruminating this fantasized sensation about the masculine palms of his former partner slithering across his body as if he was truly present behind him.

Furthermore, he would also inaugurated to the imaginative state having his cleared glimmering lips puckered halfway for a yearnful passionate smooch as a reunited tradition whenever his true love could occurred exactly at front where he stood, responding his kiss within sheer connection toward the rudeless vessel.

Extremely farther into a dream sequence slightly away of reality, advancing his steps directly forward to seek for his perfect love life he always thought about quatidiously in his mind everyday. Or otherwise, beyond eternally than daily.

"Atem.... Why did you have to go? We could've stayed with each other forever without going in our separate ways, or even trying to say goodbye.... I know you have your memories back, but... I want you to be with me... By my side again like you always do.... In fact, I need you in my life... More than anything else in the world for that matter.... Just you and me.... Together..... As true partners in love... Forever...."

Back inside the gaming store due to his "usually active night stroll" around the criminal free municipality as well as through a park within the center of Halloween, a friendly spirited Moto had finished every single daily chore that required to be done immediately as to being reminded by his kindly hearted grandparent, Solomon Moto, who is now living into Domino Town Retirement Home for elderly folks such as himself right after giving his beloved grandson an opportunity to treat his tutorial card shop as his own, practicing with great care as well as responsibility by following in his footsteps.

Secondly, he offered a bowl of irresistible candy apaced with chocolate to all young trick or treaters that came here for delectable treats, wishing them a scary Happy Halloween while the kids departed to another house for more sweets as he watched them enjoy a wonderfully spooky holiday in company of a caring smile drawn on his face.

Setting all numberly quotidian errands additioned with an alphabetical card sorting in a neatly cleansed order, also eating a hardy meal stored into a fridge afterwards carefully aside, the ex Milennium Item possessor have decided to lend himself an exhausted curing bath while heading upstairs to the bathroom stretching his lengthy arms from every hard work he has completed around the gaming distract/household.

Becoming the compassionate dueling hero of destiny placing his own existence ahead of others first than himself for their important safety against a tornado of darkness could be really tiresome sometimes, but to him, it was well worth the effort of saving both the world especially those he trustingly cares for surrounding him.

Calmingly lounging deep inside the warm steam bathtub showering himself with pleasant relaxation moistening up his sensitive body top to bottom alongside water, the spiky maned sweetheart sings out a soothing sigh escaping nicely instead of quickly from his mouth as the friendly mid heated water performs its decent comfort atop of his whole mildly physique dual hands as well as feet altogether.

While this time, he gladly does an advantage by scooping up some slight balmed H2O from the restroom minipool, rising himself out of the seating position in a normal paste lifting both palms into half air, then politely pours it all over the shiny slim figure followed with his multi shaded locks washing away those rancid stench lines called overanxiety and worriness rightly off of him.

"Mmmm.... Much better.... Pretty hot, though... But really, really tempting too...." He silently relieved, feeling himself like a brand new man than easily heretofore during his late adolescent years.

Finally thankful of taking a "welcome home/good afternoon" ablution, he exited out the cleansing room fully clothed into his fauxed Kuriboh bathrobe acting as a cozy drying attire for the courteous duel emperor as it pastely absorbs several waterdrips from his youthly anatomized form.

Before proceeding toward his bedroom, he must be accurately certain that the front door downstairs requires to be locked shut against intruders siding along robbers. Yet assuredly, there are absolutely no greed loving hoodlums such as the Rare Hunters to become revealed in sight. Which is positively a symbolism of gracious ease.

"Grandpa always warn me about letting bad people in our house without caution. Luckily that won't happen again in the future. I hope..."

Upstairs back in the bedroom before getting prepared for a peacely slumber as Yugi combs his huge needle like hair dough, not to mention the golden bangs, regularly in front of the circular length mirror noiselessly humming to himself without a care.

Gazing toward the adorably handsome reflection of himself looking undoubtedly purified as a neatly reborn angel resigning itself of the insufferable devil too permanently ago, until an unexpected shower drip from one yellow strand slothly descends downward into a half open comfort robe landing upon his spotless chest to the nipple.

Gasping embarrassingly within an indoor tone excluded of extreme loudness, but secretly finds it extraordinarily sensual while his cheeks have been invaded by a sneaky brush of blossom pink, he took two hands from his sides hovering on the bathrobe then normally unveils his tendering chest directly to the reflected object where the water drop from an earlier relaxing bath should be located somewhere.

Hardly in his young adulterated life would he ever trained himself to perform such kinky activities that involved self pleasure, which is especially right now indicating his mysterious privacy. Although, when it really comes to the gentlemanly charming Pharaoh, he refuses to become the effortless victim of predatory insecurities anymore as the smooth hand started to make a complete stop unto his chest, offering it with a swell thirsty massage on every part of his torso caressing himself all so pleasingly.

"M...Mmmm~... Mmm~... Oh my~.... Mmm~... Mmmmph~.... My god, I feel so.... So warm and peaceful inside~.... Like the Pharaoh's gentle courageous flames dancing up and down my spine so graciously in my body~... Burning up completely on my pure defenceless skin, but in a good way~..." He silently moaned during a secretive deep self cleansing task the dueling guru performs on himself, stroking smoothly around his body.

Nuzzling continuously all onto own his bare figure lacking any shameful regrets of transparenting the body whatsoever, the second fantasy position escort him evenly farther than an early dream he had while remaining outside the game parlor. Seeking himself into the unknown yet familiar grasps roping surroundingly on his waist by a dauntless being snuggling closely to his previous vessel of an irreplaceable lover.

This questionable silhouette who clings himself within an endless embrace to Yugi have possess the similar looks, pride, heroism, masculinity, even an overwhelming sensation of a consensual warmth as Atem. Trekking his strong passionable hands on his medium short partner following his slightly evolved muscular body above as well below in a soothingly ravishing pace.

Hurling out more craving moans climbing afar of his lungs while the seducing shadow pleases his host incredibly beyond further, until surprisingly as sudden, straight back in a real world where Yugi Moto was self moisturizing on his own life other than only the physical being, the returning ripped arms encircles him calmly and nearly in a decently comforting cuddle instantly behind him without the star shape haired youngster gaining absolute notice about his dreamy mate in non existent armor.

Tenderly rotating his total anatomy from the mirror then having him face toward his mystery stud who had unexpectedly appeared out of magic presently before him, lying both of his mild chilling hands onto his lovable comrade's precious little baby cheeks attempting his best not to cast an accidental scar across them with his obsidian claws.

Steadily extended his manly lips straightly over Yugi's hearing part giving him the most unbelievable beguiling dracularic hiss forwardly into his ear by a quieter minimum, causing the slighted amount of unintendedly aroused goosebump linings to finally become summoned partially from his lover's spirit more instead of the body alone.

"Ohhhh~... Pharaoh~.... Oh Pharaoh, the way you hiss deeply in my ear~.... It makes me want to release my awaken thirst for your strong, fearless arms roping around my weak little body in your full protection~.... Mmmm~.... Mmmm, what's even better is that if you're here beside me, pressing your perfect thin lips against my neck~...."

Once again, the half pinted seductee tweets his pleaseful little heart out via additional gliding words of "moans" attached of wings flutter everywhere in this lightly dark bedroom, timely unclothing himself of his liquid absorbent Kuriboh robe with slow motion, but never figuratively.

Tossing it aside as the cloak parachutes safely on the blanketed mattress covering less of his Duel Monster plush toys he snuggles alongwith at night like tonight, due to his childish eyes remaining shut like the window shade, the shadowy person smirked flirtatiously toward the young man's gorgeously flashed physicality of a body ultimately before his crimson peepers glowing brightly in a deadening blackness.

Neglecting on an average normal waltz that humanitarian mortals do in order to apprehend his beautiful prize frontly, he unconditionally swifted over to the naked semi adult allowing the cape engirding his harmless back as well as buttocks very elegantly.

Until a surprise sudden discovery just as the merciful Moto could finally opened his big kawaii eyelids excluding any rush nonetheless, the beaming pillar of a moonlight phases through a glass window aiming advancively toward the similar unblemished gentlemanly expression that the Dark Magician user ponders all the time in his lively existence 24/7 in Domino. Rearranging differently from a quenchable seducted grin to an "I have returned to you" smile within his bonely cheeked face disregarding any doubt whatsoever, witnessing Yugi being outstandingly lovely with zero attire onto him, he spoke by a crisp baritone.

"Hello again, Yugi. I see that you are no longer a child since our first and last encounter several years ago. Did you miss me?"

Just then, while hearing his vigorously deepened voice inserting thoroughly at the ears to Yugi's ruminative brain patting rapidly on his cerebellum nervings alike the pair of bongos, he looks up to Yami shockingly with drowning jubilated tears overcoming his sockets. Without patience to pin him down on a ground or wall, he joyfully ran upward as well as onward to the whitely paled skin Egyptian King due to the early wishful thoughts into his noggin heretofore his lengthening lover's stealthily arrival, granting more than one reunited hug by lonesome, but also a romantically sweet kiss.

"Oh Pharaoh. I can't believe you're really back. Especially..." He paused, yanking himself away of the deeply welcome back smooch then observes his boyfriend's strange yet honestly sexy vampiric form.

Atem calmly comprehended his loving vessel's curiosity toward this dashing new feature, not to mention the long magnificent cloak which formerly wrapped around him from the start. He chuckled fairly.

"Yes, my partner. It was but a long story that I will gladly share you for later. But right now, it is Halloween, isn't it? That's why I'm posing as the actual vampire. Well, a very sexy vampire, of course..."

Revealing his godly steeled six packed abs centered within an incredibly luscious high neck sleeveless gothic midriff hugging his averagingly see through chest to the five pointed headed youngling, he chortled sexually and winked at him.

For the second time ever unlike the untimely first, an entire mercifully physical anatomy of Yugi has began to redden so greatly it will succeed faster as the cerise shade skyrocket instantaneously like a boiling blazing pot of water increases the miniature thermostat's temperature as of crazy.

His untroubled heart has activated the repeatable thumping rhythm while becoming extraordinarily smothered into love struck blush on the outside, swallowing awkwardly within an absence of fainting down onto the blue purplish soft carpeted floor easily as he rubs the back of his head chuckling awkwardly.

"Y...Yeah.... It really is a spooky month to celebrate, after all.... Despite... Well... Umm... I mean, you look really, really handsome in your costume..... Ahhh! I mean...."

Seemingly to the Caironian hunk cladded into a gothly shade of flawless begrime, his beloved nervous wreck is still stuck in the flushing position during his guard being obviously caught off by the man's erotic featuristics definitely before him. Which made the loin hearted king sketch a stimulating smirk on his unscathed face.

Sauntering onwardly to the anxious stuttering machine of a game meister twirling one bang with his finger seductively accompanied by a tongue performing a window wiping like style as it moists his lips beholding the wondrously white fangs to use for love bites than actual ones later, he spoke toward Yugi with a smoothly fainted, however in a turned on type of fashion.

"He he he he he~... Oh, my dear sweet little Yugi~.... You do know that there's no need to be very anxious and uncomfortable when you're around someone you may or may know in public~... It can easily place you and your adorable little body at harm's risk If you don't take good care of yourself immediately~.... However~...."

Nearing his mouth thricely closer over to his beloved "victim's" earhole to offer his enchantedly bass like tone whisper while casting quite a bewitching spell inflicting upon as well as trapped internally to prevent his movements from go freely, the vampiric pleasure seeker wrings his arms across Yugi's sensitive spotted area, or thin neck, offering him the foremost metaphorical sensuality known to mankind.

"I, for one, and one alone, shall gladly settle your innocent little life into a pleasant minimum, just for you~... Because to me, I find your delicate kindness, as well as your unconditional embarrassment, lingering inside your beautiful body, utterly and ultimately.....sexy~..."

Almost about to forsaken his consciousness while being overwhelmed by the Pharaoh's inescapably enticed beguilement that can be of usage to overpower the hearts of younger females of all kinds across this planet of a home, an impenetrable strawberry shade overtook the late teenage cinnamon roll's lively physique than at the inauguration, having to be brought closely over to the passionate ruler while escorted with his tall dream boat's righteous hand groping around his back to the waist, due to his awkward lack of undergarments that forgot to put, yet Atem prefers him as sexually nude for his interested taste during in a center of their cherished privacy alone into a dim lighted bedroom.

Their chests have began to meet as well as reunite with each other to a warmly embracive connection followed by Yugi and Pharaoh Atem mimicking the similar action, additionally alongside their softly rough nipples conjoining at each other within divine unison appreciating one another's feelings while they are commenced into a harmonious grind against themselves in absolute luxuriousness.

Both of their eyes uniquely matched to each other's observance about how much they gratefully adore, trust, befriended, value, yet mostly above everything else, to shamelessly fall in love with once another so long as they treasure with one's shared personalities so dearly into their hearts permanently, never wanting to throw it away, casting the object afar, nor intended to fastly turns their backs on it especially attempting to reject the emotion right away.

"Pharaoh~... Do you remember the last time you told me about storing your bravery into my heart to remember you by during the Ceremonial Duel~...? Well, I used it to lotion my body and myself to keep you inside me forever~...." Yugi confessed frankly with a flush, still hugging his towering lover around the thickenly muscled neck.

The Pharaoh, on the other hand, thought of his dearly precious vessel as a filthy little boy who deserves such a bittersweet punishment for disobeying his hot master, but in a real world, he also inherits the young chosen one's special kindness deeply in his audacious heart as well, into the course of his royal abode, The Egyptian Palace, right after an arduous journey to reclaim his scatter memories of himself as the proper heir to the throne.

"I'm truly aware about our endless adventures together in order to retrieve my lost memories, Yugi~... And yes, I know that we both inherited each other's personality as a learning experience for the both of us during our conversation in the center of our duel before my departure to the Spirit Realm~... As for the last part you said, it really stimulates my harden body thus vastly when you cleansed yourself for me~... Secondly, you have already gained my full trust since the first time we met, and you still earned it today~.... You're more than my righteous comrade, Yugi~.... And in truth, you're also my one true soulmate~...."

"Atem~..... I... You mean the world to me, too~ Especially all my life and my thoughts whenever I'm all alone as a child before I met you~..... We've always been an inseparable team throughout our toughest challenges together~.... Big or small, there's nothing more powerful than not only the unending bond of friendship, but also our unhindered love~....."

"Yugi~.... As always, you are absolutely correct about friendship, and also about the second truest force that this world requires more, is love~.... The most important force and affection we all possessed in history regardless of so much hatred~.... That is what utterly matters in life~... Which also includes you, my darling partner~..."

"Oh Atem~ My sweet and strong Atem... I'm just so glad you're finally here with me again~.... Even though I haven't notice your presence behind me earlier, but still~.... I don't want to live in a world without you forever and I never will~...."

"I too, have missed you and your kind hearted naturism the most, Yugi~.... None shall ever matter to me in life so long as it involves you, remaining closer to my side without trying to practice foolish segregation~......"

Two gentle faces began to romantically approach toward each other in a softer paste with both irises have been decorated of heavenly brightness placing countable smooches on one another's cheek leaving infinite markings to describe as personal property including a warning against those who are intending to steal away their soulmate by aggressive punition ((force)).

Their noses kindly bumped into one another, instead of a united embrace or saying their non talkative greetings but to gift each other a cutely booked Eskimo kisses followed into a cuddling nudge like double pairs of fluffy love puppies.

"And I'll always attach myself and my body to you~... And only you, instead of anyone else~.... My handsome king~...."

"Mmm~... I gratefully appreciate your truthful concerns for me, for I too, shall gradually luxurate you and your "fragile" body into a proper instant~... With not only my pureful soul alone, but also.....with my raw impervious body....combining alongside your sweet...innocent figure....for all eternity~....."

Pushing down the irritable patient sign out of the way as well as incinerating its pesky existence into certified nothingness from trying to cause a ruin upon this noiseless yet very tenderizing moment at the scenery of Halloween, their separated lips shall begin their advancement toward each other with both bodies merging nearly into a sesualtive envelopment sided of their hairless pecs as well as the cotton coated nipples mashing against themselves caringly.

"Kiss me~.... Pharaoh Atem~..." The benevolent dueling hero within clear nudity whispered.

"Your true wish, shall forevermore become my command~... Yugi Moto~...." Responded the scarlet eyed alter ego, enfolding his valuable human source closely into his muscularly arms.

With everything that involves reunions, felicitations, embraces, including a usual friendly encounters for which it recently occurs into the past as well as present followed along the soon-to-be future, sliding somewhere to the side afar of barricading a romantic scene, the Duel Monster twosome have finally inserted their lips into calming completion that will surely be a fantastic memory to look upon.

Letting the elegantly pillaring shone of this similar moonshine forming itself as an awe inspiring spotlight such as the ones onto a stageplay/theatre in auditoriums as well as those that use at the jailhouse, "intruded" the window glass like before to beautifully beam its lighting upon the majestic couple locking mouths so endlessly into utter halcyon severing unwanted interrupting from attempting to realize the delightful night for as infinitely as possible, even within Yugi's pleasant dreams as well.

Savoring each other's breaths inside this midst of an environmental love making as well as tongue osculation, the two coupling birds are within the enjoyment of one's balming company sealing themselves afar from the outside world, while they indulge their very own spookalicious seclusion alone with each other. All moonnight long.

"I love you so much, Pharaoh~...." Moaned the philanthropic violet eyed individual.

"Mmmmm~.... I love you even more also, Yugi~.... " Replied the masculined emperor.

Into a decent conclusion, all of the guiltless surfacedwellers within this crook free townsquare that is Domino City, are remaining in their peace keeping lives once more, showing a thankful sign about zero threatening confrontations to behold any frightening concerns whatsoever. For the flawless nightrise has still regained its blissful beauty other than only timeless youth alone, everybody else can now indulge a scarily fun holiday in complete euphoria as one speaks.

As for both Yugi Moto, comfortably accompanying with the Pharaoh, Yami/Atem, they too, are admiring one another's rapturing tranquility focusing upon their pleasurable needings about staying closely by their safe side for the rest of their existences. Resuming yet again of the second love making ceremony onto the Deck Summoners' non stressable mattress entrapping themselves inside an insegregated restful position underneath a spotlighting moon sheen, enjoying their very own sexual Halloween secrecy with a refusal to depart or flee from one's protective shadow only to remain beside once another affectionately as a favorable delicious treat.

"Happy Halloween, my king~..."

"And to you as well, my beautiful partner~... "

The End

#yugioh #duel monsters #yugi moto #motou yugi #yami yugi #pharaoh atem #puzzleshipping #halloween #yaoi

[justingrxnt]

    Alliance for the Safety & Rescue of Magical Creatures                                                              aka                                                   The Rangers

A non-government affiliated coalition of all wizard folk who work together to end the illegal selling, breeding, and poaching of magical creatures across the world. With Outposts London, San Francisco, Montreal, Rio de Janeiro, Manilla, Kabul, Jakarta, Nuuk. They are a network of allied witches and wizards of all backgrounds, all of whom are bound by a love for magical creatures.

Founded in Mexico City in 1959, by a man known as Flavio Ibarra, he was a pioneer in humane magical habitats and was appalled by the treatment of magical creatures by the magical government in South America, especially for illegal pet breeding for their northern wealthier neighbors. Initially starting as a more militant group nearly 60 years have gone by to become a worldwide network of magical creature enthusiasts and protectors who work together to fight off poachers by creating magical preserves, fighting (and occasionally) killing poachers or imprisoning them, establishing squadrons to of people to travel highly endangered areas of magical creatures to protect, as well as transporting magical creatures from both illegal sellers and from illegal owners.

They are fondly known as the Rangers across the world, and are non-government affiliated, but often work together with larger magical creature reserves and their magical creature control departments. They are largely unpaid, volunteer work is a must, not everyone however does the same work. There are researchers who work to reestablish destroyed magical creature habitat, those who go to fight and fend off poachers, magical veterinarians as well as people who spring magical creatures who are being poached and those who retake illegal pets from owners and sellers alike. They have many ‘camps’ across the world now most notably, San Francisco, Montreal, Rio de Janeiro, Prague, Aberdeen, Yukon, St. Petersburg, Manilla, Kabul, Jakarta, and Nuuk. They are fondly called ‘camps’ by the Rangers and are the large meeting places for Rangers to get supplies, trade information and contact each other. Due to their occasional illegal work many countries have attempted to ban the Rangers despite their good deeds, citing them as anarchist environmentalists who wish to interfere with their economy. However, the Rangers have friends all over the world, and have become notorious for slipping out from government law enforcement and spiriting magical creatures from even the highest of places. Most notably they are banned from the United States but have a prominent camp on Mt. Tam near San Francisco and have re-acquired many illegal pets from large pureblood families from right under their noses including pygmy dragons and thunderbirds spells small for captivity purposes and entertainment.

They are also known for taking anyone of any background as long as they are wizard folk, including hedge wix, squibs, merfolk, trolls, goblins, elves, Veela, werewolves and vampires. Literally anyone if they are dedicated to the cause of aiding magical creatures they can join.

There are rules for being a Ranger, and joining them is a long process, you must first go to one of the Camp Requirement meetings, get sponsored by a Ranger, join on several missions until they are approved by their local Camp and can go solo or join missions. Justin is part of the London Camp and is a regular across all the Camps across the world and with his family’s circus he uses them to transport some magical creatures as well as smuggle Rangers through countries they aren’t welcome. He is an active member who does both solo missions and joins on larger collaborative ones.

                                                    R A N G E R S

Dimitri Kuznetsova | Matthew Daddario

 Durmstrang Alumni circa 1922

25

A Vampire turned during a trip to America during the Roaring 20’s Dimitri has a lifetime of experience as a veterinarian, he goes on missions where magical creatures are often wounded or injured, he is usually found in the European countries, and thus has a lot of contact with Camp Aberdeen, Camp St. Petersburg and Camp Prague. He goes mostly on solo missions, preferring to be unbothered by people, and hates the idea of scaring anyone with his vampirism. When not doing missions, he works on a Griffin reserve in the foothills of Estonia as he has for the last 50 years. He has ties with several large pureblood families in Durmstrang and has been instrumental in bringing in new revenue into the Rangers with these connections.

Hayoon Ryu | Arden Cho

Mahoutokoro Alumni

22

A native of South Korea Hayoon Ryu is a master duelist but also the heir to an apothecary empire. Exposed to the dirty underground of illegal magical creature breeding and killing for parts Hayoon sought out the Rangers and with the money from the apothecary helped set up a new camp in Busun which is extremely small. She goes on mission to capture and confront poachers, against her parent’s wishes and has a soft spot for taking back illegally breed pets especially from the rich. She gets along with almost everyone but should never be underestimated.

Violet Alder | Kathryn Prescott

Beauxbatons Alumni

20

Violet is an expert in Mermish and excels with Charmwork. She works mostly out of a large magical traveling boat, scouring the Pacific and Atlantic coast with her best friend Ariadne, a merperson, as they search for illegal water poachers and help protect the migration of protected animal species. She is well-known for sea-shanties and her sarcasm, she is fluent in 4 languages and rarely found on land. She usually finds port in Camp San Francisco and Camp St. Petersburg. 

Ariadne | Astrid Berges-Frisbey

Merperson

20

The merfolk has been a magical community that has remained in relative silence for years. Ariadne was no different, her life spent with her family wandering the ocean was met with only with a single bump in the road – Violet. Having rescued her during a hurricane, and with Violet an expert in mermish they became fast friends. Leaving her family for long breaks she goes along with The Serpent helping aquatic creatures all over the Pacific edge, their base is usually Camp San Francisco or Camp Manilla.

Orenda Youngblood | Blu Hunt

Illvermorny Alumni

18

One of many Native American students who go to Illvermorny, Orenda is a nature magic user, she can communicate with anything with fur is how she calls it, and has a specacial affinity for predators. One of the few who actually vocalize themselves with wild magic, she is a source of pride for family. However she is a bit rebellious, always off getting into scraps with poachers and causing mischief, Duke doesn’t help things either. She roams the states, checking into several different Camps, but prefers the smaller ones like Camp Yosemite and Camp Boseman.

Duke Rait | Joe Dempsie

Hedge Wix

21

One of Orenda’s friends he is a bit of an oddball, a hedge wizard he can manipulate plants on an organtic level, lovingly called Poison Oak by Orenda. He uses his power most often to grow his own weed which he partakes in often, the pair met while he was trying to restore some grasslands and he was recruited quickly to the Rangers for his ability to regrow areas of forestland and waterways with his hedge power after natural disaster. He’s also very good at destroying invasive species but really doesn’t like to do that at all.

#The Rangers #on Justin #//okay listen #i couldn't get it out of my head #so here is YET ANOTHER VERSE ADDITION SUE ME

[higuchimon]

[fanfic] Due To The Dead

Wolf didn’t like to go with Haou when he marched off to destroy villages. He understood the reasons but he’d seen enough death and destruction. His loyalty to Haou came from Haou having saved him, not because he thought Haou killing everyone who disagreed with him was right.

He understood it, of course, but that in no way meant that he would tear out someone’s throat because of that.

Within reason, of course.

When he wasn’t roaming the area, keeping those who were far too weak and foolish away from Haou – which happened far more than he would have liked – he stayed at the castle, enjoying being brought food and being able to listen to the plans and conversations. More plans than anything else, since casual conversations weren’t often had in Haou’s castle.

Skilled Black Magician – Ciardha – sipped at a cup of fine wine. Wolf could smell it clearly; it was a very excellent vintage, even though he would never touch it. He far preferred clear water if he were going to drink anything. Fruits and the products of fruits were for prey, not for a predator like himself.

“We have to make certain to confiscate the decks from those we defeat,” Ciardha declared. “I encountered someone the other day who’d stolen a deck one of my opponents left behind.”

Skull Bishop – if he’d ever had a personal name then Wolf hadn’t heard it – frowned. “That’s illegal. A duelist’s deck is to be buried with them.”

Guardian Baou shrugged. “They’re dead. What does it matte?”

Almost as one, the five of them glanced towards where Haou sat, his wine cup before him, helmet set to one side, eyes distant as he thought whatever thoughts the unquestioned master of the world would think.

“What do you think, Haou-sama?” Chaos Sorcerer asked, respect in every word that he spoke. “Even in Brron’s time, it was ordered that a duelist’s deck email with them.”

Wolf watched, ears perked, curious. At first he thought Haou wouldn’t bother to answer. He didn’t always. But after a few moments, that low voice sounded.

“Those who take away a fallen duelist’s deck deserve nothing but death themselves.”

All of the Death Duelists nodded without hesitation. Haou-sama drained his cup of wine in a single draught, then stood up and walked out without another word. Wolf hesitated only a few moments before he followed.

It wasn’t hard to keep an eye on Haou-sama. His armored feet clinked against the flagstones. Wolf paced him quietly, waiting. Haou-sama said nothing else, but headed out of the castle. Wolf remained next to him the whole way.

He didn’t know where they were going but he quickly guessed that wherever it was, it was a place few went. The smells of the area were few and far between and very faint at that. Only Haou’s scent remained – he came this way more than anyone else.

Wolf didn’t ask where they were going. He could tell that Haou-sama didn’t want to talk. He merely wanted to go somewhere.

The trip took a couple of hours, even at Haou’s brisk walk. There was only the faintest of paths here. Wolf watched alertly as they turned; Haou-sama remained alert and watchful, one hand resting on his duel disk as if he expected to be attacked at any moment.

But there wasn’t anyone there. What did spread out before them were four duel disks, buried upright in the usual fashion. Haou-sama stepped near them, the visor on his helmet up, and Wolf had never seen his expression so sad.

He itched to ask questions. He remembered what Holy Elf told him when he’d still been injured – of the fallen friends who’d once stood by Haou’s side, before he was even Haou. Were these their graves?

Wolf took a careful step closer and sniffed. He couldn’t smell anything other than Haou’s scent, fading from whenever his last visit might have been – and something else. His hackles rose at once and he growled.

“What is it?” Haou asked, arm with the duel disk raising upward. “Is there someone here?”

“No. Not now. But there was.” He sniffed again, closer to the graves this time. “I can’t say who. But ”

He didn’t have the chance to finish the sentence. Haou-sama stepped forward and peered at the slot where the deck lay. His eyes flashed a deeper gold and his growl impressed even Wolf.

“Someone stole their decks.” Haou pronounced each word like a death sentence. Then he turned towards Wolf. “Find them for me. Find whoever stole them and where they are.”

Wolf sniffed a little more, carefully moving around the graves, making sure not to disturb them. All four had been violated, the decks removed. There weren’t any footprints – whether the thief hadn’t left any or if the wind had blown them away, Wolf couldn’t tell without a clearer scent. He prowled around, taking careful steps, until a tiny breath of a scent tugged at his nose.

He tensed at once, taking deeper breaths, then paced slowly forward, following what little bit of a trail there was. Haou-sama followed him, keeping out of the way but staying near enough so they weren’t separated. The farther Wolf went, the clearer the scent became.

“This way,” he said at last, spying a tiny trail on the far side of the area. Thick trees grew there, with a tiny stream cascading through it. The scent was much stronger there. “Whoever it was stopped there – and it wasn’t that long ago.”

“How long?”

Wolf shook his head. “I can’t be sure. At least three cycles of the comet, maybe as many as five.”

“Can you still track them?”

“Yes. It will get easier the closer we get, especially if they think they’ve escaped.” Wolf sniffed the air again before he turned back to Haou. “Did you want to return to the castle while I track them down?” Haou-sama did have a great deal to do there, after all.

But the warlord shook his head. “No. I’ll come with you.” His golden eyes narrowed as he stared at one of those duel disks. “I want to deliver judgment on them without delay.”

Wolf wasn’t going to argue the point. Not with how furious Haou was right now.

“Then let’s go.” He leaped forward, ensuring himself of where the scent led, and racing along. Even in his heavy armor, Haou kept up with him. Wolf wasn’t sure of how but he wasn’t going to argue. If Haou wanted to hunt with him, then so be it.

Haou tried to keep his anger in check. Truth to tell, he wasn’t very good at that. He hadn’t been ever since he’d seen Brron kill his friends. Remembering that just made it all the worse, and he could never forget.

Finding out that someone had stolen their decks made him want to find whoever it was and strangle them on sight. And he would – he and Wolf would track them down and then he could take his time ending them.

Perhaps it would take more than a few moments. He hadn’t even decided if he would duel them yet. Someone who would steal a deck – let alone multiple decks – wasn’t worth the honor of a duel. They didn’t deserve to contribute to Super Fusion. They were lower than the lowest of scum.

But Wolf would help him find the thief. Haou didn’t regret for a moment having saved Wolf that day, nor of having assigned the poachers to tracking down other prey for him. If they brought that prey back harmed in any way – well, then he would finish them personally. He had only a limited amount of patience with some people and those who disobeyed his orders were on that list.

Haou tried not to think about how some of those he knew would react to what he did now. He knew how Shou would – though he couldn’t escape the tiny thought that if he could ever talk to Shou, that his former friend would understand. He knew that Shou was still somewhere in this world, or should be. No one had brought his duel disk and deck in, nor those of Jim or O’Brien. So those three remained out there, somewhere.

Jim and O’Brien likely wouldn’t be too happy about this either. He didn’t know either of them well enough to know exactly what they would do. Perhaps he’d never find out. He would wager on them finding a way back to Earth.

He wouldn’t be upset if they did. They deserved to live in peace and peace wouldn’t exist in this world for a long time. When it came to that, he doubted he’d ever see Duel Academia again. It wasn’t his world there anymore. He couldn’t look any of them in the face and admit to all the times that he’d failed.

So he wouldn’t. He’d just stay here and survive, ruling this world without light for as long as he could.

Going through the forest on the thief’s elusive trail wasn’t easy, at least not for him. Wolf seemed pretty adept at it, but he had to stick to the shadows in order to make progress. Which wasn’t such a bad thing, or even a difficult thing. Wherever the shadows were, that was where he was.

Wolf cast around at one division of the path. He didn’t see a sign indicating where either path led, and Wolf carefully checked each path while Haou waited at the bifurcation.

“This way,” the golden-eyed creature said at last, pointing his nose down one path. “It’s very faintly stronger and if I remember, the path leads to a small village where there’s a market. They often sell cards there.”

Haou’s hands clenched into fists, the armor scraping against itself. Stealing decks was a heinous enough crime all by itself. Selling the decks of the dead went so far beyond that even he didn’t have the words for it.

He said nothing more, only followed Wolf down the path. The trees thinned out and the stream widened into a larger river. They were hours away from the castle now. He would be able to return whenever he chose, so he didn’t fret too much about it. All of his attention remained on the trail and where it led.

Before he stepped out of the trees, he stopped, staring forward thoughtfully. Wolf glanced back toward him.

“Haou-sama?”

Haou raised a hand before he concentrated, pulling his dark power all around himself. He hadn’t done this except to sleep for a long time now – he guessed it had been months. But if he entered this area as himself, then everyone would run screaming. Which was a pleasant enough sight when he went out on conquest, but for this, he wanted to be a little more subtle.

When the darkness faded from around him, a person who would have been recognized by only a scant handful of others in this world stood there. He wore simple garb – not the uniform of Duel Academia but more like what the humans of this world wore. All that this had in common with his uniform was that it was red. He also had it lined in black – he was Haou, no matter what.

Wolf tilted his head, eyeing him quietly. Juudai brushed himself off. It felt odd to not have the armor on. He’d kept it there for so long – it felt a natural as his own skin, really. As if he’d worn it before.

“If you need to address me, call me Juudai,” Haou said at last. “I don't want anyone here knowing who I am just yet.”

Wolf nodded at once. “Are you ready, then?”

Juudai answered by moving forward on the trail. Wolf kept going as well, still following the scent of whoever the thief was. The trail led them all the way down into a small valley cupped by mountains on three sides. It would be well-defended from most attacks but Juudai easily picked out ways that his troops could get through the defenses.

That would come later. For now he followed Wolf to the palisade's gates, where two warriors stood guard. Both of them gave him a very stern look and Juudai returned them as calmly as he could.

Oops. His eyes were still gold. He saw no way to change them back and now wasn’t the time since he stood right in front of them.

Then Wolf nudged his hand and looked up at the guards. Juudai relaxed, remembering that Wolf’s eyes were just as golden as his own.

“What is your purpose here?” The left-hand guard asked, giving him a cautious look.

“We’re looking for cards,” Juudai replied, trying to sound the way he did before all of this. He didn’t think he did a good job of it, but neither of the guards seemed to notice.

“This is your lucky day then. There’s a card seller just setting up.” The right-hand guard declared, gesturing farther onward. “Better get there before anyone else steals the good stuff!”

Juudai plastered on an expression that looked similar to a smile as he and Wolf entered. He looked forward already to bringing in his troops and crushing it all to nothing but dust. Didn’t they have any standards at all?

Wolf sniffed again as soon as they were far enough past the gate that the guards couldn’t hear them. “This way,” he murmured, heading down to the marketplace. “I think they came directly here.”

Juudai nodded, gaze shifting this way and that, searching for anyone who might be the thief. So far all he saw were normal villagers, a couple of warriors and mages, three duel spirits, and that was it. Then they entered the town square, where the market was in the process of being set up.

Wolf followed the scent directly to one of the vendors, busily setting out stacks of cards. Juudai didn’t recognize the vendor – not a spirit that he knew. But before they came too close, Wolf murmured, “I don’t think he’s the thief. The scent is – off. But those are the decks. They have the thief’s scent all over them. They must have been passed to him.”

Juudai nodded, little more than a brief tilt of his head as he walked over there. “Find the thief. I’ll get the decks.”

Wolf at once started sniffing around, while Juudai made his way to the stall. The vendor nodded towards him in greeting.

“Planning on joining the resistance?” The vendor asked. “I’ve got some good cards here, already pre-built decks too!”

Juudai’s lips thinned. He didn’t think it was a smile but the vendor must have taken it for such as he didn’t run screaming. “Where did you get them from? Did someone else build them for you?”

“You could say that,” the vendor said with a broad grin of his own. “They’re very rare cards, too. I’ve never seen anything like them before.”

Rage choked in Juudai’s throat and heart. He fought it back down only because he wanted the vendor and the thief and he only had one right now. He reached one hand out to touch one of the decks.

This is Kenzan’s deck, he knew as soon as his fingers touched it. He managed to keep it in check as he lifted up the first card and saw Super Conductor Tyranno there.

“That’s a good dinosaur deck,” the vendor declared. Juudai set it back down and looked at another one. It wasn’t a deck he recognized but it had been put together with care and skill. He wondered if the owner had fallen to one of his warriors or in some other fashion.

Regardless, there were far too many of these decks. The thief and the vendor had been doing this far too long. Juudai slowly picked out each one that belonged to his friends and set them in front of him.

“I’ll take these,” he said, and the vendor gleefully rubbed his hands together.

“Excellent choices! I’m certain you and your friends will use these decks well. Now, the part that no one likes.” The vendor smiled brightly at him. “For those decks, there will be a very high price.”

Juudai smiled a very thin smile that had not a drop of humor in it. “I’m not paying anything. These decks belonged to my friends.” Oh, how strange it felt to even say the word. “They were stolen – as you knew well. I am taking them back.”

The vendor’s jaws dropped and he breathed in, eyes flashing in rage. “If you attempt to steal those, I will have the guards take you!”

“Try.” Juudai raised his gaze to meet the vendor’s, and his eyes glowed a deep, terrifying gold. “You have no idea of how much I would enjoy that.”

For a single moment the two of them stared at one another. Then a noise came from one of the houses farther along, that quickly resolved itself into a terrified squeaking and other random noises. Juudai glanced over to see Wolf stepping out of that house, with a spirit that he did recognize clamped between his teeth.

Of course. Grave-robber. Who else would it have been, now that he thought about it?

A brief movement caught his eye and his hand flashed outward, landing hard on the vendor’s wrist. He tightened his grip and the vendor squawked in fear and pain, dropping the deck that he’d attempted to take back.

“Let me go! Let me go right now! Guards! Guards!” The vendor howled at the top of his lungs, yanking his arm back, or at least trying. Juudai didn't let him go. “Thief! Thief!”

Juudai snorted. “I should call you that. Is he the one, Wolf?”

Wolf dropped Grave-robber down at Juudai’s feet and set one of his own great paws down on the tiny spirit. At best the thieving creature might have come up to Juudai’s waist. Wolf had no trouble keeping it in line.

“Yes. His scent’s all over the cards.” Wolf regarded him, then turned to the vendor, thoughtful. “He stole the cards and handed them over to you.”

“I had no idea!” The vendor claimed, shaking his head even more. “Guards! I’m being harassed! Help!”

Two other guards strode forward, attention on Juudai. “Release him,” one guard ordered. “We’ll get this sorted out.”

Juudai’s lip curled again. “His minion stole the decks of the dead and he attempted to sell them for profit. I believe there is a law against that.” Even if there hadn’t been, there would be one now.

“Let us deal with this, youngling,” the second guard advised. “You should return home. We’ll take these two in and see to it they’re properly punished.”

Wolf stared harder at the two of them, then pulled in a great whiff of air before he snorted. “They share a scent with him,” Wolf declared, nodding towards the vendor. “I wouldn’t trust them.”

Juudai nodded. He hadn’t had any intentions of doing so anyway. One of the guards reached for the decks however.

“That’s enough of that. Time for you to go, young man.”

Juudai struck the intruding hand away. “I will decide what punishment these thieves endure,” he growled. The guard he’d hit glared at him.

“Young man-” Whatever else he intended to say, Haou interrupted. In a wash of shadows, his armor wrapped around him once again.

“I declare them both guilty,” he stated. He nodded towards a deep shadow. “Wolf. Go and bring me my Death Duelists.”

The guards’ jaws dropped. The vendor looked as if he were about to die of fright then and there. Grave-robber whimpered, especially as Haou set one of his own armored feet on him as Wolf stepped away.

“What are you doing here?” The vendor whispered. Haou gave him a very unimpressed look.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to speak.” They knew what they’d done wrong. There wasn’t any way they could not know. Soon enough they would deal with the results.

It didn’t take Wolf long to return. By then, the two guards, the vendor, and Grave-robber all whimpered under Haou’s relentless stare, none of them having the nerve to try escaping, let alone trying to persuade him to spare them. Apparently his reputation had spread all the way here. That was good. It meant less work for him right now.

All five of the Death Duelists emerged from the shadow, and when they saw their Haou there, all five dropped down to their knees. If there were anyone in the market who doubted his identity, this eliminated it.

“What are your orders, Haou-sama?” Chaos Sorcerer wished to know. Haou gestured to everyone else in the marketplace.

“Dispose of them for me. These two are mine.” He stared at the thief and the vendor, his eyes glowing even more brightly as he tore into the vendor’s mind. The vendor shrieked, falling backwards, flailing uselessly.

Haou learned what he wanted quickly enough. The vendor wasn’t talented enough or clever enough to make a living in any honest way, so he’d turned to being a merchant – and stole his inventory from those who couldn’t defend their property any longer. He used Grave-robber to take the decks, then set up a stall in places like this. It was one of his favorites here because here was where he’d grown up. The guards were his brothers – all of the guards. He’d been the youngest in the family.

With a noise of disgust Haou dropped his prey. Any death near Super Fusion would empower it, regardless of it occurred via dueling or not. His Death Duelists were already getting a great deal of work done clearing out everyone else. Time for him to do his part.

It was quick, they had that much going for it. He didn’t bother with excessive amounts of pain. A strike of shadow across each of them, and he could feel Super Fusion’s power increase just that much more. Their bodies broke apart into tiny fragments of light that faded away in a matter of moments.

He picked the decks up and tucked them into a fold of his cloak before waiting for his servants to finish the work. Once they were the only living creatures there, all five knelt before him again, awaiting their new orders.

Haou said nothing. He merely gestured them through the nearest shadows, walking through himself last, Wolf by his side. He would return the decks to their duel disks soon enough. He wanted to keep them close just for now, though, to remember what had once been and never would be again.

He dismissed the Death Duelists on the other side, back at the castle. He glanced at Wolf as they dispersed, two words he wasn't used to speaking anymore finally falling.

“Thank you.” Without Wolf’s help, he wouldn’t have been able to retrieve the decks, the last and only remnants of his friends. They might not approve of what he did, but that didn’t matter. No one could take these away from him.

And if they ever tried, he would kill them. He was getting very, very good at that.

The End

Notes: Okay, I’m working to get caught up on GX month. So, for as long as I need to, two new fics per day.

#fanfic #higuchimon writes #ygo gx #yuuki juudai #haou #wolf (oc) #gxmonth2020

[expecto-kedavra]

Tevita Kunatani

House: Ravenclaw

Wand: Black Walnut, Unicorn hair, 12 inches, slightly springy

Patronus: Humpback Whale

Likes: Leanna (his lady) learning about everything, reading, every single class at Hogwarts

Dislikes: ignorance, arrogance, assumptions, heights

He was assigned to be Leanna’s tutor, because dude is SMART. Good at E V E R Y T H I N G

Even so, he’s humble as hell. He came from nothing, and is extremely grateful for all he has.

That gratitude sometimes borders on an unhealthy overprotection.

He fell for Leanna against his better judgement. He’s always know who he is and what he wants, and she, with her chaotic nature, threw a wrench in his clear and focused brain

He’s from Fiji, and the magic there is more natural, surrounding the elements. as such, he has an interesting command over the sea and marine life, being able to communicate with all marine animals.

Issa secret though. Not many people know of his ability.

Even though he’s kinda a nerd, bro is a damn good duelist. Paired with the fear of Leanna being hurt, his skill with martial magic leaves poacher castles and goblin camps decimated.

He’s very nice to most of his fellow students, and everyone wants to be his friend. Very charismatic fella.

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