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once-upon-an-imagine · 2 months

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Jaded - Charlie Weasley

A/N: so, I know that the last thing I should be doing right now is start another series… and yet… here we are xD also, I’m sorry, I know She Is Love won, but I think we have established by now that my mind kind of does whatever it wants and I have no control whatsoever xD it’s all chaos here… anyways, I hope you like it :)

Request - Anonymous asked: Hello, I hope you’re doing okay my lovely. I was wondering if you could possibly wite maybe a enemies/rivals to lovers with Charlie Weasley and the reader? (Lots of sarcastic banta back and forth maybe they both work on the dragon reserve and are entrusted with transporting a very dangerous dragon to a new reserve, but something happens on the journey and just them to are trapped (either with the dragon or not) and then an argument that leads to some form of confession? This is so long I’m so bloody sorry, and I hope your writers block subsides [full request here]

Warnings: Charlie’s a bit of an asshole [but not really] for now, I think that’s it but please let me know if I’m missing something, also reader is from the Nott family

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D

Your name: submit What is this?

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Jaded

Hey…j-j-jaded… you got your mama’s style, But you’re yesterday’s child to me. So jaded, you think that’s where it’s at, But is that where it’s supposed to be?You’re gettin’ it all over me… X-rated

Charlie fucking Weasley.

That stupid name had haunted you for more than ten years now. There were very few people you hated in your life but his name was definitely on that list.

After enduring seven years of him at Hogwarts, you thought you’d finally be free when he was being drafted to play Quidditch professionally and you would move to Romania to fulfill your dreams of studying dragons. But no, for some stupid twist of fate, he decided not to become a Quidditch player and all of the sudden there was another opening at the exact Romanian Dragon Sanctuary that you had applied to so, again, here he was. And it seemed that no matter what you did, you were never able to escape Charlie fucking—

“WEASLEY!” you yelled when you finally spotted him, not far from your hut.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite princess” you heard his voice as you approached him. “How can I help you, love?” he asked, brushing his hair away from his face, showing off his stupid tattoos on his stupid strong arms.

“I have asked you many times, to stop calling me that!” you glared at him. “I need to speak with you” you said, before you went back into your hut and he only raised his eyebrow before following you.

“Is this how you treat your guests, love?” he said, walking in and leaning on your desk as he started going through your stuff.

“I didn’t invite you” you smirked.

“You just did” he glared a little at you.

“Don’t be confused, Weasley, this is strictly business” you glared at him.

“Of course it is” he chuckled. “Are you working on the Sleeping Draught for the dragons? Weren’t we supposed to work on this together?”

“Yes, that is correct, Weasley. Excuse me for not wanting to wait 45 minutes to see you flirting with the group of girls casually visiting the reserve today” you told him.

“Oh, so you did notice that” he smiled. “Sorry, love, you must remember how it is” he said, brushing a hand through his curls and flashing his smile at you as you rolled your eyes. “I mean, I had a complete section cheering for me back at school” he shrugged.

“Oh, yes. How could I forget?” you asked, sarcastically.

“You don’t have to be so mean about it” he pouted. “Why are you making so much of it?” he asked, grabbing one of the phials.

“Why did I just find out that you are coming with me to Hogwarts, Weasley?”

“I asked first, Nott” he smirked, winking at you.

“Could you please not mess up my things?” you said glaring at him, knowing he did it just to anger you. “I am making more because we are bringing four dragons, not three” you explained.

“What? That doesn’t make sense, why? Isn’t it just three champions?”

“Well, obviously something happened, and now there’s four” you explained. “Now tell me why Steven just informed me that you are coming. Evan was supposed to bring them with me” you insisted.

“Tah-dah!” he smiled. “Surprise, darling! Looks like something came up and you got an upgrade so I’m coming with you instead” he smiled.

“Feels like a downgrade” you muttered.

“Hey!” he said, placing his hand on his chest and looking at you pretending to be hurt. “How can you say that? This is going to be so much fun. You, me, back at Hogwarts, like the good old days” he smiled flirtily at you. “Remember?”

“I’m not sure what days you’re remembering, Weasley” you said pushing him away. “But good is not what I would use to describe them” you told him.

“Of course not” he rolled his eyes, grabbing another bottle on your desk and throwing it in the air before grabbing it again.

“Give me that!” you said, grabbing it from him.

“Okay, so, since we’re getting four-” he said, as he grabbed one of your notepads.

“Stop saying we. You’re not coming with me” you glared at him.

“Oh, I beg to differ, love, see here?” he said, pointing at the paper you had earlier. “That’s my name, right next to yours” he smiled. “It’s official” he added. “So, let’s see what you’re bringing” he said, looking through your notes. “Chinese Fireball, Swedish Short-Snout, Common Welsh Green” he muttered. “Oh, I know, we should take the Hungarian Horntail we got last week” he smiled.

“What? Absolutely not!”

“Why not? That would be perfect” he said, grabbing a quill and adding it to the list.

“Weasley, that is one of the most dangerous dragon breeds and you want to take her to a school full of young students, do you have any idea how irresponsible that is?”

“Relax, it’s for the first task, I doubt it’ll be anything dangerous. Plus that’s why we’re going.

“No! We should take an Antipodean Opaleye” you said, trying to grab the notepad from him but he placed it out of your reach.

“Oh, come on, love. Live a little, I would have killed to see a Hungarian Horntail at that age” he smirked. “Nothing bad is gonna happen. We won’t let it” he insisted.

“You haven’t even spent time with her, Weasley, I have. I am telling you this isn’t a good idea!”

“What isn’t a good idea?” you both stopped when your boss, Steven stepped inside your hut.

“Well, we were just talking about how the fourth dragon should be the Hungarian Horntail” Charlie quickly said. “It was actually (Y/N)’s idea” he smiled.

“No, it wasn’t! I was saying that we should take the Antipodean Opaleye!”

“Come on, love, we are already taking a Common Welsh Green, we should bring something more exciting” Charlie insisted as he passed the notepad to Steven.

“I just don’t think that this-”

“I’m with Weasley” Steven said, before you could even finish. Of course, he was. Not because Steven was a jerk. He was actually a good boss. But this was the story of your life. Charlie would get away with anything he wanted. “I think the Hungarian Horntail would be an interesting choice. Plus, you’re going and if anyone can handle her, it’s you, (Y/N)” he smiled. “I’ll go make the arrangements while you finish the potion” he said, leaving your hut before you could argue.

“See? Lovely idea” Charlie smirked.

“Why did you do that? I’m telling you is not a good idea to bring her. She’s still settling in the idea of being around people-”

“You worry to much, love” he said, grabbing your phial and throwing it in the air again, but this time, he accidentally dropped it. “Uh-oh” he said, before smiling innocently at you as you took a deep breath. “That wasn’t… part of the Sleeping Draught potion, was it?”

“You mean the potion we’re giving to the, now four, dragons we have to transport that you were supposed to be helping me with 45 minutes ago?” you asked, upset.

“Uh-”

“Yes, Weasley, that was part of the potion” you told him.

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“Well, look who finally decided to show up” you said, annoyed, as Charlie entered the class and ran over to your desk. You couldn’t believe you were stuck with him as your Potions partner for the entire year.

“Sorry, princess. Practice ran late” he smiled, sitting next to you.

“Don’t call me princess. And I don’t understand how being in the Quidditch team gives you immunity so you can show up whenever you want to and work on half a potion” you said, as you added the next ingredient.

“Come on, love. Don’t hate on the team” he said smirking at you. “Everyone loves the team!”

“Oh, yeah, I have such a deep admiration for guys who fly around in sticks with other guys” you said with a sly smirk.

“I know you’re joking, but when you use that sexy voice, you know it turns me on a little” he mocked you.

“Ugh, I can’t stand you!”

“Then sit down” he smirked.

“Shut up! And help me with this thing, or I’m taking your name off the Potion” you said, as he saw the potion you were making on your book.

“Ugh, give it, you’re doing it wrong!”

“Excuse me? I have brewed the Volubilis Potion many times before, Weasley. And I am already halfway through, without your help. I am not doing it wrong!” you snapped frustrated.

“Yes, you are!” Charlie said grabbing the jar of Syrup of Hellebore from your hand but you didn’t let it go.

“No! Give it!” you said pulling it towards you.

“Ugh! You stuck-up, know-it-all drag!”

“Take that back you pompous Quidditch nut!” you argued, neither of you noticing Professor Snape coming towards your table.

“Mr. Weasley, Miss Nott-”

“Give it, Nott!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Fine!”

Charlie hadn’t been prepared for you to let it go and he ended up dropping the whole thing on the cauldron making it explode all over Professor Snape’s face. When you heard the small explosion, the entire class went dead silent and the two of you slowly turned to see your teacher’s face covered in soot.

“You two. Detention. Tonight. My office” Professor Snape said; as you both resisted with everything you had to not laugh at the change of his voice. “50 points off Gryffindor and 30 off Slytherin” he said before walking to his desk again.

“That’s not fair!” Charlie argued.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you sneaking in in the middle of my class, Mr. Weasley” he added.

“Ugh! Thanks a lot” Charlie snapped at you.

“Me? You’re blaming me? You’re the one who dropped it!”

“Only because you wouldn’t let it go!”

“Enough!” you heard Professor Snape from the front of the class. “Both of you out of my classroom!” he said standing up.

“But I wasn’t-”

“NOW!”

“See what you did?” Charlie said once you were outside.

“Me? I had never been kicked out of a class or had detention for that matter! This is all your fault!”

“No, it’s not! You were making it wrong!” he insisted.

“UGH! Just because you’re the Captain of your bloody team, you think you’re the boss of everything! And everyone!” you snapped frustrated.

“It’s not my fault you can’t stand to be wrong!”

“You are so… so-”

“Charming?” he said smirking and raising his eyebrow at you.

“Vexing!” you snapped, as you walked down the hall but he followed you.

“Really? Well, you’re no ray of sunshine either!” he glared at you. “‘Oh, look at me, I’m (Y/N) Nott. I’m a patronizing know-it-all princess who thinks is better than anybody else!’” he said mocking your voice.

“Ugh! I don’t talk like that! You’re infuriating!”

“You know what? I hope you fail all your NEWT’s!”

“Yeah? I hope you go bald!”

“I hope you end up an old spinster!”

“I hope they cancel Quidditch!”

“Take that back!” Charlie snapped.

“Make me!” you said smirking at him.

“You know what? I hope that once we graduate here, I won’t ever have to see your conceded face again!” he said, before turning around and leaving for the Gryffindor tower.

“My thoughts exactly, Weasley” you muttered to yourself before walking to the Library.

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“We can fix it, love. Don’t worry” he said, cleaning up the mess. “See? Just like old times” he smiled. “This is gonna be fun, princess!”

“Don’t call me that” you glared at him, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to contain yourself.

Yes, you had one very big problem. His name is Charlie fucking Weasley. And you have no fucking idea how you’re supposed to survive the next few weeks with him.

To Be Continued

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A/N: so… part 2?

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alecvolturiswifeforever · 2 months

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Protector | F.V x Reader

warnings: none! but i didn’t proofread cause in sleepy

a/n: okay so i saw some princess x knight prompts and i suddenly had the urge to write (yayyy) butttt this is kinda more like bodyguardish? but considering the reader is technically a princess, it makes sense (i think?) idk if i like this… here it is regardless!! what i do know in fact, is Felix would be an amazing bodyguard… ;)

ʚɞ

Your conception was not one to be expected, your birth even more so. Your parents had never expected to end up capable of the ability to be with child, and it was only a late night tryst between them, as well as the addition of a human lover which allowed for your existence to be known. It was your very being which had driven halflings to mere extinction. After the news of the birth of a half human, half vampire babe many had seeked to create half-mortals of their own, wanting the ability to study and observe the peculiar natures of a half mortal, half immortal being for their own.

Quickly, however the rise of vampire hybrids became rather… difficult to control, and suddenly, just a few years after your birth, many had ended up being disposed of, followed by that of their creators who had seemingly taken advantage of the new discovery. It was as if your kind never existed at all.

This therefore meant that you could not exist either. Not freely, anyway. Your parents kept you hidden from both vampires and humans alike - never to be seen by anyone outside of the Volturi coven. It was only after a brutal battle between both the Romanian coven and your own that you and your mother were forced away, trapped up in the tower your father so graciously obliged you both were to stay.

After a few years you began to question him, question why you were secluded to the four walls of your bed chambers for majority of the day whilst he got to walk freely as he pleased.

“In case of another attack, my sweet.” He spoke softly, brushing his fingers across your cheek in order to gather your thoughts and contemplate his next words “You must stay here with your mother… where you will be safe.”

You would simply sigh in response, mumbling about how boring it was to be trapped on your own for all hours of the day. After some convincing from your mother (and endless begging from yourself) it was finally agreed that you were allowed to roam the castle freely. That was only if you would allow them to assign you a guard, who would essentially follow you everywhere. You complained at first, sulked that you were not a child anymore and could look after yourself. You quickly caved in on the agreement when you realised it was either that or die of boredom up in that stupid tower, and there blossomed your beautiful friendship with Felix, your assigned guard. You were allowed to walk as freely through the castle as you desired, so long as your so called guard was able to accompany you. He was, however, a rather busy man and you had a great suspicion your father purposely kept him busy in order to stop you from leaving the tower.

What your parents (or yourself - if you were being honest) did not take into consideration, was the fact that following the friendship you had developed over the many years the two of you spent together, you may have gained much more intense feelings for said guard, a fondness that deepened way beyond any sort of emotion you had felt for anyone before. You decided you would never act upon it, save yourself the embarrassment of revealing any sort of romantic feeling only for it to be unrequited on his behalf. It was only when it was made known that your feelings were reciprocated that the flirting started, furthermore you had steadily moved on from harmless flirting, opting for sneaking behind your parents back any chance you had to spend time together.

“Felix…” You whined on approach, skipping forward to catch up and sync your footsteps with his own, albeit you struggled to keep up with the giant, one of his footsteps equating to at least three of your own. He chuckled, slowing to a gentle stroll as he offered his arm to you, the respectful gentleman he was, and eagerly you looped your own through his. He smirked at the tinge of blood which had risen to your cheeks, painting them with a faint blush only he could draw from you.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

“I am bored! Please tell me you are free for a stroll in the gardens…” You looked up at him hopefully, putting on your best puppyeyed look; one you knew he would not be able to resist - at least not without putting up a fight.

“Unfortunately for you I am not. I am due to be in the training room. Plus, I am not sure your father will be happy if he finds out of your attempts to distract me from my duties.”

Your eyes rolled as if on their own accord, a scoff leaving your lips as you stopped walking, tugging on his arm to do the same. He turned to face you completely, gazing down at you apologetically.

“Perhaps you deserve the distraction! You're always working so hard," Your lower lip stuck out some more, a playful pout on your lips making him chuckle. He lifted a hand to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb across your lip in an attempt to remove it.

“I work hard to protect you, tesoro. That is my job.” He laughed at the petulant look on your face, feeling you tug on him again. You glanced briefly around the empty corridor, before you lowered your voice to a sultry whisper.

“Come and protect me from upstairs then.”

It worked, if the bob of his Adam’s apple and the sharp inhale of unneeded breathe he took was anything to go by. A breathless whisper of your name left his lips, and you knew you were slowly getting him right where you wanted him.

“Darling.” His voice a growl as he fought against his desires, his better judgement overriding his need to have you beneath him, panting and begging for more. “You know I cannot do that. I am not permitted to-“

“You’re not permitted to my room, yeah yeah. I know.” You huffed, looking up at him from beneath your lashes “But…”

“But?”

“Your job is to protect me, so…” You sent him a smirk, looping your arms around his waist and gazing up at him “…protect me.”

He had slowly, perhaps even subconsciously, begun leaning towards you as you spoke, and you sent him one last smirk before you set off running. He groaned before calling out after you.

“Y/N?”

“It would be an awful shame if I made it into the dungeons before you were able to protect me, Fe!”

What he didn’t catch onto, was the fact you ran the complete opposite direction of the dungeons, falling right into your grasp (and shortly, your bed).

His growl of frustration was the last thing you heard as you rounded the corner, loud squeals of laughter and happiness leaving your lips as you both drew closer to your room.

ʚɞ

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beabadoobeef · 2 months

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NU MAI INCAPE SUPER FRIG SI SENZATIE DA AYAYE

#romamia #mark.exe #idfk #romanisme #<-maybe #FORGIVE ME ROMANIA NATION FOR TRAO CRIMES.#*TRAP #romanian post #romanian artist

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shslbunnylover · 4 months

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★★★𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 5: 𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜)★★★

Character: Alcina Dimitrescu

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/a

Genre: Fluff

A/n: Day 5 people, I'm not feeling too good but didn't wanna get too much behind, I'll post two tomorrow hopefully.

Word count: 1.2k

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The cold winter months were always depressing around Castle Dimitrescu. The women of the household didn't celebrate Christmas, and the girls couldn't leave the house due to the cold. But after two years of working as a maiden, you were determined to achieve the hallmark Christmas you felt the girls you loved deserved.

You had joined the "family" after your 21st birthday after hearing all of the benefits such as a place to stay and a buttload of cash, but a certain someone was the main reason you stayed.

The lady of the house, Alcina Dimetrescu. Her golden eyes complemented her luscious black locks that would lay softly on her shoulders and bounce slightly every time you or one of the girls made her laugh. Her sweet Romanian accent. Her incredibly seductive body and voice. Her half-transformed form with her tentacles and wings. Everything about the older woman had you in a glue trap, leaving you stuck to writhe around in your own sticky feelings.

Her Romanian nicknames would always leave a dusting of pink across your face as soft as the snow that fell on the castle during the short winter days, and the way her arm would snake around your waist whenever you were standing next to her while she was reading.

You loved the woman and you wanted to be with her for the rest of your life. But you weren't even sure how to express a single percent of your love.

But one thing you did know was what Alcina loved more than anything: her daughters. And making them happy would make her happy, which was your way of flirting with the vampire.

Whenever you'd look at the older woman, you'd wonder what could happen if you just did it. If you just confessed, what would happen?

If you just stood up and made a silent confession, would she even look at you the same?

That's all you could think about as you stood in the large kitchen that had been left alone by all of Alcina's chefs who had gone home for Christmas break. You shuffled through all of the ingredients that rested in the large pantry to find every single ingredient for the chocolate chip cookies you were about to make.

"One O'clock..." You muttered, lifting your head softly to look at the large grandfather clock near the exit of the room you were in before looking at the darkness outside caused by the night, smiling in determination before getting to work.

Your brain was all over the place, and your heart rate was higher than normal due to how quickly you were trying to make the Christmas desserts for your favorite girls.

Swiftly hiking up your Colette dress, you got to work mixing each ingredient in the silver bowls in your hands, laughing each time flour or sugar would fly up into your face. But unbeknownst to you, Alcina was just as awake as you, listening to your heartbeat with her enhanced hearing.

Minutes passed as you busied yourself by finishing off the dough. Using a nearby cookie scoop to place each ball on the parchment paper, you hummed your favorite Christmas carol to yourself, still unaware of the woman listening in.

"What on earth is she doing?" The golden-eyed woman asked out loud, standing up and wrapping a silk black robe slightly against her underwear-clothed frame.

Alcina moved slowly through the castle, checking up on each of her daughters before finally walking towards the kitchen where she heard your heartbeat and other movements.

"What is that smell?" She whispered to herself, pausing in her tracks once she saw you in the kitchen, taking the cookies off of the tray and putting them on a large plate before writing a note next to it.

Standing there, you smiled softly yet proudly as you placed the now empty tray in the marble sink, your eyebrows furrowing once you felt an overwhelming presence behind you.

"Draga mea?" Alcina finally asked you, her tone questioning rather than upset, sharply watching every one of your movements.

You immediately froze up, your eyes shooting wide open.

"My lady- I-" You blushed, turning around, pulling down the skirt of your uniform. "I'm so sorry I just- Please forgive me!" You exclaimed with a shaky voice.

"Y/n I-"

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to wake you! Please forgive me I'll leave!" You ran off, genuinely terrified that the woman you loved would possibly resent you.

Alcina quickly grabbed you, pinning you up against her body, electing a gasp from your body.

"Draga mea, be good and stay still," The black-haired woman said sternly, turning you around to squat down in front of you.

"Yes M-"

"Also none of that, you will call Alcina," Her eyes narrowed. "Now tell me what you were doing,"

"Making cookies for the girls and you... I've just...never seen you or your daughters celebrate Christmas as long as I've been here, and I wanted to give you the special holiday you deserve since you guys can't go out in the cold," You explained, shutting your eyes as your head fell to face the floor.

"Oh Y/n," Alcina cooed, pulling your chin up to face her. "Why would you care so much? After all, I'm just your boss,"

"But you aren't," You sniffled, wiping a single tear from your eyes.

"What do you mean Draga?" The maiden asked, "Don't cry, it's okay, just tell me," She assured you.

"You're more than an employer to me Alci! I love you! And I wanted some way to show it!" You finally confessed, your legs nearly giving out on you from the weight lifted off your chest.

You felt her golden eyes pierce through you, and before she could even speak, you did.

"I'll leave if it makes you uncomfortable I'm sor-"

Your words were cut off by Alcina pressing her lips against your own, squeezing at your body softly, trying to take all of you at once. Her lips were soft and plump, and she tasted delicious and addictive.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that Y/n," She smiled softly before pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Are you serious Alci?" You asked meekly, to which the woman in front of you nodded.

"I've never been it any more than I am right now," Alcina nodded, grabbing a cookie off the plate before taking a bite. "Besides, how could I pass up a good baker like you to be my partner?" She chuckled.

You laughed softly, before pulling her into another kiss, tasting the fruits of your labor in her.

"I think this may be the best Christmas I've ever had, and it's all thanks to you, Y/n," The golden-eyed woman looked at you with adoration, before taking your hand in hers. "Why don't we make it even better and you come to my bedroom with me? We can have more of your cookies when it's a reasonable time to be up,"

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

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luckylittlemonster · 1 year

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Finally got some sleep y'all. Today's theme song. I might start using something else other than Romanian trap too.

#my quotes #quotes #sadgirl #my words #sad quotes #love quotes #my writing #song #theme song #theme song of the day #music #trap #romania #Romanian trap #SoundCloud

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jaylleoo14 · 5 months

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Its late and I need to go to sleep but i really wanna play games rn UGHHHHHHHH (game ramble below)

the sexual tension of wanting to play games, write, read or draw knowing damn well i should also be prioritizing other stuff rn😔😭

OKAY BUT I WANT TO REPLAY JOHN DOE (I havent played House Haunted YET and I also plan on playing House Haunted pt 2)

And Our Life, Beginnings and Always😔 I wanna mix up my options and choices and see different outcomes for it

I still need to finish Dead Plate but I FEEL SO DISCOURAGED BECAUSE IM NOT GETTING TO EVERYONES ORDERS IN TIME

and then there's Error 143.... Micah Yujin.... YOU WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME I still have the game so I might go back to replay it

I havent got the time to replay Touchstarved the Demo and wanted to try pursuing Ais because I took Mhin's (omigosh i love him sm ><)

I played therapy with therapy with dr albert krueger and still havent finished Dinos other game Vincent Secret of Myers so maybe i'll get to that

Played Gavril and oooh do I love that Rat Romanian Goo man <333 Still havent played Part's BUBO yet BUT I PROMISE I WILL :(

I also really liked Trapped with Jester, it was really nice and sometimes I got endings I did not expect to get😭

SOMEONE STOLE MY LUNCH WAS SO GOOD TOO!!! I loved the art and the gameplay, it was very comical and easy going <3333 And when we went out on a date? 🤭🤭🤭 yes sir🤞😇

OMG I ALSO PLAYED MISTRICK AND MISFICTION (it was so funny oml 😭😭 The freaking way John got jealous over Chase 💀💀💀

Killer trait is also a good game and its one of the games im waiting on for more development<333 Anywho, point is I have a lot of games to catch up with 😔😔

I love visual novel games <3333

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donnabenevientosimpingzone · 3 months

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Last Step, First Dance

RL Daniela x Angie Fluff Smutfic

Cuz y’all wanted it and I also admittedly like it myself. Posting this with more Ver. 1 sprites that didn’t see the light of day for those who don’t wanna read the smutfic<3

The first time, it happened quickly.

They were both blasted drunk, having taken entire cups of alcohol- not even shots- chugged and swallowed with the fever of a sugar-deprived child ingesting soda. The lights were traveling at break-neck paces across the room, flashing in and out with every colour known to man. It felt as if the entire building was shifting- from the mixture of bodies dancing in careless directions, the music that rippled through the veins in the ground, and the bass acting as the beating heart- raising the temperature in the atmosphere to an almost sweltering degree.

Above the roar of the rave were the cries of “Drink, Drink, Drink!” as parties of people guzzled down alcohol at the location’s bar. Cheering and whooping at the DJ who used the microphone to catch their voice, booming it out to the masses of drunken, high, and dancing fools. Buzzed beyond belief, the cacophony of whirling noises faded into a sort of humming backdrop drone, accompanying the panting breath between their lips.

The bathroom was rumbling from the force of the bass. Angie could feel the vibrations beneath her as she found herself trapped on the counter of the sink, legs wrapped around the strong torso of her girlfriend. Whether it be the alcohol dissolving the already thin filter in their brains, or the built up affection from days of being unable to see each other- there was little in terms of modesty. Smooth noises of pleasure slipped from between hot, passionate clashes of lips- quiet compared to the world around them- but almost preferably so, as if they didn’t want anyone else to hear such sin. Daniela felt herself trapped as much as her beloved was- Angie’s strong legs driving her pelvis into the opening between the blonde Italian’s thighs- refusing to release even just the tiniest bit. Not that the redhead minded, actively curving her back to arch into the other more, hands tracing up and down the lean frame that responded deliciously to her touch.

Neither knew exactly when Daniela had started rolling her hips, practically grinding herself into the sensitive space between Angie’s legs. But it had elicited an adorable squeak from the girl- and her quads tightened more- urging the redhead to continue. The dim, purple lighting of the bathroom shivered along the two bodies as Dimitrescu fangs found possession of Beneviento skin. The coldness of the sink was a relief to Daniela’s palms as they gave the blonde Italian mercy from their menstruations, slammed on either side of Angie as the redhead let her tongue and teeth taste the girl’s neck.

It was when Daniela was about to go all in, her face practically shoved into Angie’s cleavage, when the other’s hands found grip against the Romanian’s shoulders- pressing with the base of her palms to push her away.

The lights did wonderful in illuminating her blush. Daniela wondered if her irises must be blowing out the whites of her eyes as she stared at her beloved- drinking in the sight- the absolute Renaissance painting that was Angie Beneviento. Her blonde hair, while still in a bun with her signature flowers, was a disheveled mess from how often the redhead had been running her fingers through it. Her uniform a mess, the modest rave outfit politely covering up all of Angie’s spots and speckles was crooked in areas, with zippers undone like curtains to her skin. And the way her face wore an expression of desperate need seemed so natural, so raw, and pleading. Yet somehow, Angie was now stopping Daniela from going any further, even her legs were releasing the Romanian’s hips from the iron-grip.

“When we’re sober.” Angie manages to breathe, a hand migrating from the other’s shoulder to cup her cheek. As infuriating as the statement was to such a pent-up Daniela, still- the Dimitrescu sister understood- even in her drunken haze. For as rowdy and uncontrolled as Angie could be, she was always deliberate with her boundaries- clear and concise- followed to the point of a needle.

“Unfair,” Daniela chuckles darkly as she tries to regain what little semblance of dignity she had left. It wasn’t much. Anyone could have walked into the bathroom and seen the two snoffing each other as if it were the end of the world. If that happened- she wouldn’t hear the end of it from her sisters. “You show off such a gorgeous bod, and expect me to not want to savour it?”

The way that Angie’s blush deepens under the atmospheric lights only turns Daniela on more.

“Not while we’re drunk, dummy.” The blonde Italian responds, accompanied with a playful slap to the other’s shoulder.

The rest of the night had been a blur. Neither one could remember exactly the string of events that came after that- did they make out some more in that dinky little bathroom, that smelled strongly of alcohol and weed- or did they go back to the dancefloor and continued teasing each other with suggestive moves? At some point in the night, they absolutely had to have gotten a little too rough, as Angie had woken up with a hickey (that she very skillfully avoided questioning from Donna by dramatizing her hangover and wearing her hair down). One selfie and funny caption later, Angie had returned back to their shared dorm. It was pretty common after parties for Donna to pick Angie up and keep her for the night, ensuring that she was safe and no longer drowning in a blood alcohol content past 0.08. Deep down, the blonde Italian has always been grateful for this- that her aunt would allow her to have such ridiculously reckless parties- despite the overprotective nature. Especially after experiencing what Alcina was like to her daughters, Angie has become increasingly more appreciative of how concave Donna was to house all that love and protection for her.

Not that you’ll ever hear it directly from Angie’s lips.

“You’re wearing your hair down.” Was the first sentence to slip out of Daniela’s lips, her heterochromatic eyes blinking in surprise.

“Astute observation, Sherlock.” Angie forest back without hesitation, her face blushed with embarrassment as she started to try and tie it back up in a bun. She’s gently stopped when the Romanian approaches and grasps a wrist, met with the blown out irises of the other’s affection.

“You look beautiful.”

Angie blushes darker as she snorts and drops her hands, letting the blonde curls do whatever they want. Noticeably, she’s avoiding eye-contact with the other, her baby blue eyes instead focused on the doorframe to the bathroom, as if suddenly it was the most interesting thing in the world. Despite this, Daniela doesn’t seem bothered, as the redhead hums and runs a few fingers through the curtain of dusty yellow, wiggling the digits to shuffle the strands around. A light pink dusted the redhead’s cheeks when she notices the hickey.

“Oh.” Her voice low, shaky, as if embarrassed at the realization. “Sorry- I didn’t-”

“No.” Angie cuts the other off quickly, suddenly making aggressive eye-contact. “No, not at all! You respect my boundaries, nothing happened.”

“I know, but-”

“Daniela-” The blonde girl slapped both her hands onto her girlfriend’s shoulders, shaking her slightly to really get her to stop thinking so much. “I… I actually liked it.”

The tension in the air reached a peak now, so viscous that even a fairly dull pen could be pushed through and pop out the other side. The subject was a delicate one- the redhead knew of the other’s unpleasantries with sex- so she was respectful in not being too obvious about her sexual attraction. But it definitely was an unavoidable discussion now.

Swallowing, Daniela carefully examined her girlfriend’s features, trying to read her face. The Beneviento pair were notoriously awful at keeping poker faces- wearing all their thoughts in their eyes- unable to hide even the tiniest amount of unpleasantry. Angie was trying to hide it with her mass of blonde hair, but the tip of her ears gave her away, as they were blushed heavily in a stark maroon.

“... Do you want to finish what we started?”

The moment the question slipped from her mouth, Angie noticeably stiffened, her grip on her shirt tight and encompassing. The first thing that runs through Daniela’s veins is panic and anxiety. What if that was the wrong thing to ask? What if she’s going to leave now? What if-

“I-” Angie’s voice barks strongly for a second before it wavers and becomes quiet. “I don’t- It’s not that I don’t want to. I really do. But what if you see me and don’t like it?”

Now that offers a moment of pause. Daniela has seen many versions of Angie. She’s seen the silly sober versions where Angie’s functioning on only two hours of sleep and letting all her intrusive thoughts win (like jumping out the car into a drive-through window). She’s seen the absolute blasted drunk version who functions on even less percentage of her singular brain cell- nights where the blonde Italian was crippled at the toilet expelling what felt like all her organs. Since they’ve started dating, she’s seen softer, more nurturing sides of Angie- sides like her aunt- sides of Angie that were like a child afraid of being lost in a Walmart. But what version is she now referring to?

“Well… to be fair, we won’t know unless we try.” Daniela reasons. It was dangerous to make an empty promise to a Beneviento. Even more dangerous to make a full threat to one.

The debate within Angie’s head is visible across her face. Daniela watches her girlfriend’s expression go from sadness, anger, denial, reasoning, and doubt all in a single second. Like watching a movie. The redhead always liked watching her girlfriend’s face.

Eventually, Angie gives in with a soft sigh, her body struggling to relax as her fingers uncurl from the fabric only to curl underneath the hems. She’s mentally counting herself down- Daniela can see it on her face- when the bandage gets ripped off and the blonde Italian lifts her shirt without taking it off.

It was then that the redhead understood. Dappling along the skin were redden spots the same hue as the one that bordered around her right eye, similar to a red version of vitiligo, but obviously a condition that she was born with and did not affect her health. They washed her skin in what seemed to be angry, ugly patches- with no real pattern or thought- like paint that was flicked onto a canvas accidentally. It was simply by chance that her neck and forearms were not affected. No wonder Angie always seemed to cover herself up, even in the most smouldering of summers.

Thousands of different things passed through Daniela’s head upon seeing it, but none described her girlfriend as “ugly” or “unappealing”. For Angie to be so self conscious about it… what trauma did she have to endure?

“You’re beautiful.” Daniela repeats, making eye contact with her beloved to make sure she was listening and believing her. The clarity across Angie’s face told her that she needed to try again. “You’re beautiful, păpuşă. I mean it.”

The redhead raises a hand, pausing and waiting, raising her brows as if to ask the question “may I touch you?”. Angie got the message loud and clear, swallowing with a nod as she braced for impact. The first shiver came from the coldness of Daniela’s fingers radiating across the warm abdomen, significantly less chiseled and built, but rather more plushy and protruded slightly. The second was accompanied with a light moan, as the two different skins adjusted the temperatures, and the redhead was tracing the spots lightly with her index. The third was when Daniela said those words again: “You’re beautiful, păpuşă.”

“I- I still want to try,” Angie admits, sucking in her lower lip and holding it there with her two front teeth. “But I don’t think I’m ready to… ya know… do it naked.”

Daniela searched her girlfriend’s face again, taking in the details. It always seemed like there was something new to see on those smooth features- no matter how many times the Romanian believed she memorized it all- there was always something new to see. This time, it was the soft swell of her cheeks as she bit her bottom lip, a swell that gave away the faded blush and squinted her eyes perfectly to highlight the war happening in her head.

The redhead carefully retracted her hand, placing it over Angie’s and slowly guiding them to bring the shirt back down, as warm lips moved forward and pecked the little bit of the other’s forehead that was not covered by the blonde bangs.

“There are ways to do it with clothes still on.” Daniela offered with a grin. “I can show you… if you feel comfortable.”

There it is again, the movie that played out across Angie’s face. An entire plot of an action film ran across her features, from the exposition to the build up and climax, until finally it reached a conclusion with a shaky sigh.

“Let me use the bathroom first.” Angie sets down the parameters, and Daniela nods. The redhead tries not to get her hopes too far up, but she couldn’t help the already swirling anticipation pooling into a heat at the bottom of her core, waiting like a loyal puppy for her girlfriend to exit the dorm bathroom.

Daniela flops onto the sheets of the bed, inhaling their scent. She would be lying if she’s never fantasized about sexual encounters with her beloved, even having times where a cold shower or night at the skate park did her any good, and she had to handle an arousal issue by herself. It’s not like the Romanian has never had sexual encounters before- in fact- in the Dimitrescu family the only one who has not even dabbled once in romance was Bela. However, the only one who has had a loyal relationship was Cassandra, at least up to this point. Honestly, Daniela had a bit of pride knowing that currently- she was the one who had found someone to nurture such a passionate relationship with- and no matter what kinda womanizing streak Cassandra has: Daniela won.

The click of the bathroom door breaks Daniela out of her stupor, and her head snaps up from the sheets where she had been spacing out, turning to look at the open door. Angie comes out with her hair in a bun and the signature flowers, wearing long sleeves along with a pair of Daniela’s shorts. They were pretty obviously too big on her, as the corner had to be tied in order for them to stay on the girl’s skinny waist, but the thing that strikes Daniela are the blotches traveling along the other’s legs. They dappled what little of her revealed thighs, circling like stars along her knees and shins, and even had home on her feet. If one took enough time to admire them, perhaps some constellations could be found upon that map.

Angie must have taken Daniela’s silence as a bad sign, as she started to shake from anxiety and was turning to go back into the bathroom, when the redhead suddenly gets up from the bed and struts across the room. With a small gasp, the blonde Italian found herself backed into the wall, and the slam of Daniela’s palm against it as heterochromatic eyes leered at her with lust.

“Come le stelle in una notte nuvolosa.” Daniela’s Italian was rusty, but Angie had taught her a lot, and this sudden drop of her mother language made the girl shiver: “Like stars on a cloudy night.”

What follows is a repeat of the night before. It starts when their lips meet in a slow, steady manner- like a first kiss where neither one quite knew what to expect- but the moment they found out the other was a good kisser; it would exponentially increase in vigor. In a flash, Angie found her rump settling into the mattress of the bed, legs around the redhead again. Now sober, they could really digest the other, truly feel the moment with a clear head. The bed isn’t sturdy like a bathroom sink, however, and quickly Daniela finds herself falling onto the sheets alongside her beloved, the two collapsing onto it giggling and gripping onto each other for dear life.

“I’ve never waited so long to do it with someone.” Daniela admits, peeling open her heart for Angie as they start getting comfortable again. And by comfortable it meant the Italian on the bottom and the Romanian on all fours hovering over her. “One night stands, relationship flings, spontaneous hook ups- I’ve definitely ruined a relationship before by doing it too fast.”

The way Angie’s fingers roam along the back of her neck starts to drive Daniela crazy. Those skillful digits comb through the red fuzz at the base, sliding upwards, until they find the hair tie keeping the Dimitrescu’s hair in a ponytail- slipping it out to let the red strand fall like curtains around her head. They cascade over Daniela’s shoulders, hiding their faces from the outside world, as if the love across each of their expressions needed to be hidden from the dangers of the unknown.

“But then we became friends,” Daniela raises her dominant hand, starting to trace it lightly down Angie’s body, and loving the way it deliciously reacted by curving into the touch, as if desperate for a more firm grip. “And on the night we confessed, I told myself: ‘I’m going to do everything so I don’t fuck this up.’”

Her hand finds the top of the shorts, and Angie’s grip around the redhead’s neck tightens briefly before releasing. Daniela stops her hand there to give the other time to adjust.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay.” The redhead soothes with a gentle smile. “I’m going to do everything so I don’t fuck this up.”

“Mmm.. mhhm-” Angie hums in confirmation, her thighs firmly locked together. Despite Daniela’s best efforts in rubbing them to urge them apart, they stayed contracted. A stark contrast to the two make-out sessions. Now that the time was here, it seems that the girl had second thoughts.

“Hey, we don’t have to try right now. Don’t push yourself. I really mean it.” Daniela reasons, trying her best to ignore her own desires. They were bubbling and stewing, boiling her body to a point that it was a challenge to hold back just shoving her hand down those shorts. She would always be able to put them down her own pants later.

“No, no- I do want to- I really do.” Angie felt like she was trying to convince herself more than she was Daniela, and the blonde Italian must have realized it, as she quickly rephrased herself. “I want to, but I’m scared, ya know? I’ve never done it before and the times I did come close to doing it with someone they’ve always left me.”

“I won’t leave you over one fuck in bed.” Daniela grins with a small giggle. “I’ve seen you barf out your entire intestine, baby. From both ends.”

At that, Angie laughs, and the tension in her body breaks. The redhead couldn’t help but laugh along too, pressing her forehead to her girlfriend’s in a fit of mirth. Angie always did have a contagious laugh.

“I know you’ll take good care of me, babe.” Angie whispers, her sapphire eyes opening to reveal that she absolutely meant it.

The grin across Daniela’s features grows just a little bit wider as she starts tracing her hand down her beloved’s body again. This time, when it came to rest over the top of the shorts, the girl’s legs spread just a little bit- enough to invite in the fingers. A tender kiss seals the two lips as the redhead takes the leap of faith and presses the palm of her hand against Angie’s lower abdomen, sliding the limb past the borders of the shorts. There wasn’t another layer of fabric to cross- Angie must have taken it off- and the realization excited Daniela more.

The first brush against the blond Italian’s clit makes the girl tense up and grip the redhead, moaning into her mouth. The second causes the lithe hips to buck, begging for more. The third is when Angie pulls away from the kiss and looks down- really absorbing the scene- seeing the sight of Daniela’s hand disappearing beneath the shorts and in between her legs. When Daniela presses down on the sensitive bud, Angie’s hands grip onto the redhead’s shirt, and she shivers in anticipation. It was here that the Romanian felt the fluid cling to her skin, and realized that Angie was soaking wet.

The moan that ripples across Daniela’s vocal chords seems to unlock something within the other, as Angie quickly swipes the naughty lips into another kiss. During this, her teeth were finding a foothold in being just a little bit more playful than usual, and Daniela found herself liking the way they nipped at her bottom lip. As a reward, she started her circles on the other’s clit, feeling the way Angie’s legs spread just a little bit more.

“Fuck.” Angie cursed the moment their lips separated from each other, breathless and light, her body twitching from the pleasure that coursed through her veins.

“Feels good?”

“I- fuck-” A string of quiet Italian curses leaves Angie’s lips as she can’t find the words to explain the sensation coursing through the very cells in her body. It felt so much better than the numbing buzz of alcohol, a warm embrace mixed with the joys of silly laughter with Daniela all slamming into her at once. The world was melting away- worries and stress and whatever anxieties followed- dissolving into an inky pool far away from this little dorm and the little bed.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” Daniela mused as she started to increase the pace, swirling her index and middle finger around the sensitive nub, and applying pressure at just the right points. Angie keens and arches her back, releasing one of her hands from their iron grasp on Daniela’s shirt to cover her face with her arm, showing only her lips which were dropped open and panting.

Gosh she looked so adorable, Daniela thinks, scooting in closer- allowing Angie’s other hand to travel to grip her back. With her head right next to Angie’s, she could breathe against the girl’s ear, and feel each trembling moan that traveled out of her throat. This moment is one in her dreams that repeated over and over again, but the reality was so much better.

“You’re so quiet,” Daniela whispers, applying more pressure in her menstrations. “I really like your voice. C’mon. Moan for me.”

It wasn’t an immediate effect. Angie was still holding back significantly, but they were slowly and gradually increasing in volume. They came out like little squeaks that would be stretched out after a hiccup- never lasting longer than needed- but oh so satisfying to hear.

“I want you too. I want you so badly.” Daniela urges, hoping to get Angie to open up and relax a little bit more. “I want your stupid intrusive thoughts to win. I want to skip classes with you. I want to fail at baking with you because we wasted all the flour throwing it at each other.”

Angie’s moans get significantly louder, now mixed with giggling. She bites her lower lip and arches her back, letting her body instinctively take control. Her pelvis digs into the sheets as she grinds against Daniela’s hand, rubbing perfect little circles on top of circles that increase the sensation of pleasure throughout her body.

“You’re beautiful, and you have such a silly sense of humour. You never fail to make me laugh.”

A thought suddenly crosses over Daniela, and the redhead grins uncontrollably to herself.

“You’re a good girl.”

It works. Angie throws both her arms around Daniela and hides her face in the redhead’s shoulder, squealing into the fabric, letting her nails dig into the redhead’s back. Her legs spread just a little bit more, and her body submits to the arousal. It even surprises Daniela when she feels her girlfriend’s clit swell just a bit beneath her menstrations.

Praise kink. Noted.

Not that Daniela is particularly surprised about it.

“D-dani- I-... something’s-! Something’s happening-!”

“Sh, it’s okay, ride it out. Just let it happen. I’m here.”

“Mmgh-!”

It takes a couple more agonizing seconds for Angie to cum. Seconds that Daniela could feel the beating of her girlfriend’s heart, hear her panting breathing and hitched moans, and appreciate the moment. When it does hit, it’s a silent one. The Romanian was only able to realize due to the stinging in her back, and the shivering of the other’s thighs in a toe-curling orgasm that caused the entire body to spasm, even if no sound escaped from between plush lips. When it’s all over, Angie collapses into a heap onto the sheets- as if she were a baby koala letting go of its mother- and Daniela retracts her hand- covered in her girlfriend’s essence- a mixture of arousal and climax.

“Whoo,” Daniela whistles, smiling down at her girlfriend. “That looked intense.”

“Bitch.” Angie playfully shoots, her close-eyed smile humming in the afterglow. When no rebuttal comes, she cracks open one eye, only to witness her girlfriend licking off the fluids on her fingers. This immediately causes the blonde Italian to blush and close her eye again, raising her hands to press her palms into her girlfriend’s shoulders. “Daniela!”

“What? You taste good!” Daniela cackles, licking her lips. She wasn’t going to add on that she’s surprised by the fact, considering how much alcohol Angie consumes. Perhaps Donna forces her to drink enough water that it cancels out.

“Idiot!” Angie shouts as she starts pounding her fists on her girlfriend’s shoulders repeatedly, laughing the entire time. Daniela fights back by capturing her girlfriend into another kiss, letting the taste mix between their lips.

“So… how was it?” The redhead questions when they part, grinning smugly.

“Amazing.” Angie hums, ruffling her girlfriend’s hair. “I’m glad my first time was with you.”

Daniela blinks.

“You’re first…?”

“Did you forget!?” Angie barks with wide eyes and then breaks into laughter again, much to Daniela’s dismay. The redhead’s face blushes darkly in embarrassment as she sputters to try and find an explanation.

“I- Listen!”

But Angie was not listening, she was laughing- flailing about like a toddler- and Daniela had no choice but to submit to such a contagious laugh.

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

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence, swearing, animal death, no beta, warnings updated each chapter.

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

Chapter Summary: Death is here. 3051 words.

Notes: As per canon, Max is in the hospital. Argyle left Hawkins once he dropped Jonathan, Will, and Mike off, at the urging of Jonathan – who did not want his friend to be hurt. Maybe headcanon that he went back to Suzie’s place in case they needed her expertise and also because, ya know, Eden.

1843

Left in the sunlight, a vampire would not explode nor turn to ash and float away in the breeze. They would burn, blister, and shrivel until their body lay twitching and immobile. This provided a very brief window of respite from their evil; as soon as night came or shade was provided, the vampire would begin to heal.

Whatever damage, they could heal. Sunlight’s scorch. Blessed blades’ cuts. Holy water’s burn. Nothing could kill a vampire. A witch could curse a vampire to trap them in places, times, and forms; but ultimately, it had always come down to a fight.

At the beginning of the 18th century, a witch from a Romanian coven wrote a spell. It would allow a conjurer to summon a ball of sunlight to wound the vampires. The wounds would linger, fester, and scar their marble skin. Ripples in an otherwise perfect complexion. The Romanian witch had to offer her life in exchange for the gift of the spell to bless all of her kind.

And so, “lux solis urere hic malum,” became the witchfire war cry.

By 1843, the vampires had been hunting the humans your coven protected for seven years. The sunlight spell helped, but it was no longer enough. Your coven’s strongest wordsmith, Penelope, had been at work, spending days… months… years… on end hunched over her alter and communing with The Witches Who Came Before.

It was a bitter morning when Penelope’s magic worked for the final time. Frost bit at the tips of leaves and even the most hardened farmers took an extra minute to get out of bed, while she worked to ensure not only the protection of humankind, but the freedom of all witches.

Through bloodletting, she poured herself into a bucket, a witch’s sacrifice the last ingredient in a potion so strong, a single drop was death to an entire colony. Your aunt painstakingly soaked paper in the potion, let the sheets dry, then ground them up into a matte powder. She went into the night, her fist full of dust, and blew into the face of the undead.

The vampire had forgotten what it was like to breathe, but as quick as the feeling returned, it was taken away, and he clawed at his throat for air. He screeched until he shredded his own throat deep enough to sever his vocal cords. Then, not by God nor sword but by a magic woman’s hand, he was no more.

…

1986

Little witch echoed in your head.

You tore your gaze away from Eddie and blinked off the haziness that had overcome you. Change the subject, change the subject.

“So…” you started, but lost your intended sentence.

“So,” Eddie repeated.

“I don’t… I don’t know what we’re meant to do now…”

He rolled his shoulders back and considered his options. There was an urge to run, to abandon you and leave the doomed Hawkins. Go to the cities, feed, make more vampires. It was his first thought, primal and defining.

Eddie didn’t know if was all those years in bat form or if he had been patient in his forgotten life, but he was willing and able to wait on his primage urges. While his memories weren’t returning, his personality was, and he personally found it very amusing that a witch had knowingly brought vampires back from extinction.

That’s what he was telling himself. That he was not moving from your couch because he was entertained. That it wasn’t the feeling he got calling you ‘little witch.’ That it wasn’t a familiarity he couldn’t place. That it wasn’t your smile or smell.

You wondered what he was thinking. It occurred to you then, that he was probably sizing you up. “Do you remember what it feels like?” you asked. Eddie’s eyebrows rose. “The witchfire?”

His naked body had been in front of you enough for you to know the witchfire scars run along parts of his torso, and it covered his arms. Part of his neck, jaw, and cheek had been marked too.

“No,” he answered, holding a hand out and examining it. “Remind me?”

Hesitating, you thought about it. The burning smell. “Um… It would burn, like the sun. But concentrated. You couldn’t heal from it fast. Couldn’t wash it away with darkness,”

“It disturbs you,”

“No… Not… Not the vampire part. It’s the rest. Everything that happened around the vampire part.”

Eddie nodded. “Show me.” Your puzzled expression made him grin, fangs and all. “Witchfire. Show me,”

“You might not remember the pain, but assure you it definitely hurts,”

“Then hurt me,” he replied.

“I liked you better as the bat.”

Eddie laughed. “You spoke of witchfire first. You want to show me you are not weak. So, show me.”

Huffing, you crossed your arms over your chest. It only made him happier. You tried to pretend you weren’t loving it by standing up and walking a few steps away.

“Come on, little witch. You did not go to all that trouble to get me here, just to not play with me now.”

You knew you shouldn’t.

Muttering the spell under your breath, “Lux solis urere hic malum,” you held your hand out, palm side up, and let a ball burn into existence. Without nurturing it, it remained the size of a tennis ball, floating just above your skin. As you turned and walked back to the couch, you watched the witchfire reflect in his dark eyes, getting brighter the closer you got.

When you sat, Eddie moved closer still. He looked at the orb in awe rather than fear. “Your magic is…” He shook his head softly. “Remarkable.” He slowly held a finger up to the fire, you pulled your hand back, extinguishing it.

“It will burn.”

Eddie didn’t move. His sly smile did not falter. He waited.

“Fine…” And you repeated the spell and brought the fireball back to him.

Eddie’s eyes grew wider as he got closer, then as the tip of his finger touched the flames, he hissed and flung himself back so hard he rolled off the side of the couch.

Cackling with laughter, you clapped your hands together to kill the fire.

His face popped up over the armrest glaring at you, then in a literal blink, half his body was over the side coming towards you. He froze, timing his movements with your blinking. You didn’t see him change positions. It was terrifying. His arm looked twisted somehow, or maybe it was the sharp angles he was holding himself in. Spiderlike. Murderous.

You held your breath and tried to wait it out, but the trailer’s air wasn’t clean enough to let you stare for long. When you blinked, he was instantly halfway across the couch.

Terrifying, but exhilarating.

It would take one more. Less than half a second. A single blink. He’d be on you.

Eddie’s pupils were wide, dark, void of emotion. His lips were in a twisted smile that let his sharp teeth show just enough. Nails clawed into the plush of the couch. A monster, no doubt, but somehow still so profoundly beautiful that you couldn’t bear to look away.

Through his complete stillness, Eddie listened to how quickly your heart rate began to race. You were breathing through your mouth, audible and shaky. Like his, your pupils were blown. Although he couldn’t recall when or where or to whom, Eddie knew he’d played this game before. It wasn’t like this though.

You closed your eyes with purpose. He was silent, but you felt the weight of him as he climbed over you.

Eddie waited for you to open your eyes, or push him away, or conjure witchfire, or any number of predictable things. Instead, you short-circuited his brain when you giggled. A happy sound. Carefree. Unafraid. Then, with your eyes still closed, you slowly laid back.

One of your legs hung off the side of the couch, while Eddie straddled your other. He held himself above it but you could still feel him there. His hands were still clawed into the fabric, one on the backrest, the other next to your head. As you laid yourself back, he followed you down, letting his weight distribute on his knees.

When your eyes opened, you were looking up into a soften expression. You could see the chocolate brown of his eyes. The ghost of freckles he earnt as a human and couldn’t shake as a vampire. His expression – a gooey combination of confusion, curiosity, and something else.

“I told you it would burn,” you whispered, turning your head and taking the hand next to your head. A mortal man would have collapsed, unable to maintain the position, but his nimbleness prevailed and he remained still. Eddie watched you study the finger he’d held the flame. It was a raw wound, but it would heal.

Without thinking it through, you kissed it. He let you. As your lips touched his skin, the hunger roared through him. Suddenly, he was at the door of the trailer. You scrambled, standing up.

“I must go,” he said.

“I can’t let you-”

“I will return,”

“You-”

“I won’t,” he assured you as if he was reading your mind.

“Promise me,” you demanded. “Say it,”

“I’ll return to you,” Eddie swore. “I won’t harm any of your humans.”

You hugged yourself and frowned.

Eddie said your name softly. “I will return to you.”

The trailer door slammed and he was gone.

…

Steve Harrington died in pain. There were no memories flashing before his eyes. No warm bright light to follow. Just agony. The feeling of his bones snapping through his skin. His eyeballs squelching inwards just before it all stopped. Then, he was gone.

There was no time to hold Steve or to carry his body to a safe place. Nancy Wheeler screamed and thrashed against everyone as they tried to pull her back. It took the brawn of Jim Hopper to hold her tight and carry her to the car. The group sped away, reeling from another loss.

Steve made three. Murray Bauman and Dmitri ‘Ezno’ Antonov died a week prior, on the Party’s second ill-fated attempt at taking Vecna down.

Nancy and Robin held onto each other in grief-stricken desperation in the back of the truck. El Hopper, not a witch but magic nonetheless, blamed herself.

“What are we gonna do…?” Joyce Byers’ small and scared voice asked from the front. “How are we going to keep them safe?”

Nobody answered.

The ride to where the Party was held up was void of conversation. They’d taken up in the empty lakeside house of one of Hawkins’ currently incarcerated drug dealers. Hopper, assumed dead but still a cop, knew Reefer Rick wasn’t going to come home anytime soon.

Inside the house, Dustin Henderson was the first to notice Steve’s absence.

While the children cried, Hopper and Joyce huddled in the corner. They were both pale with shock. Joyce shook her head. “We can’t keep doing this,”

“We’re getting them out of here. Sue and Charles were right to take Lucas and Erica. I’ll drag Henderson to his mom. Get them out of Hawkins. Mike too,”

“You think he’ll leave El?”

“Won’t give him a choice.”

Nancy, forcing herself into stoic resolve appeared. “I’m not leaving,” she asserted.

“Nancy,”

“No. We have to end this. For Will. And El. For Steve. For everyone. We have to end this.”

Within hours, half the Party was on route to evacuation, leaving Joyce and her sons – Will and Jonathan, Hopper and El, Nancy, and Robin. Like Nancy, Robin refused to abandon ship; vengeance was on the minds of the teenage girls.

“He’s getting stronger,” Will said. They were all sitting around Reefer Rick’s kitchen table. Will’s skin was tinged a sickly blue. His connection to Vecna and the Upside Down had never truly been severed.

“We cannot fight him there,” El added.

“So, we need a hometown advantage? How do we get him up here?” Hopper posed.

There were no suggestions or solutions at first. Then, Nancy thought out loud, “We need help. Maybe if we go back to Victor, to his dad…”

“Help!” Robin yelled suddenly. “We need help!”

Everyone watched her. “Erica. Erica’s leg should not have healed that quick. And it wasn’t just a sprained ankle. That was… that was Vecna magic poison shit, right? So, so, the girl that helped. Erica said she was weird. What if she’s like…” Robin gestured at El. “You know, superpowers weird? What if she can help?”

“Where would we even find her?” Joyce asked.

“Yeah, I don’t know, seems like a-” but before Nancy could finish, Robin interrupted.

“A shot in the dark?!”

…

When a knock on your door woke you up, you tripped over your feet to get there. It was as you opened it you realised Eddie wouldn’t have knocked. You’d learnt the hard way vampires did not need an invitation; they’d carefully cultivated that myth themselves.

Standing on your doorstep was a group of people. Although you recognised them, it was only Robin who recognised you.

“I told you we shouldn’t have all come,” one of them mumbled. Jonathan.

“We need your help,” Robin said. “We know you have superpowers. We know you did something to Erica. You have to help us,”

“She means ‘please.’ Please help us,” Nancy corrected.

Pure desperation.

Utter grief.

Abject misery.

“Come in.”

They told you the story, beginning in 1947 when Henry Creel was born. The Lab. Papa. Eleven. Will Byers going missing. The Upside Down. Barb. Demogorgon. Dr Sam. Demodogs. Bob. The Mind Flyer. Kali. Billy’s possession. Russian invasions. Starcourt. Hopper’s not-death. More Russians. Vecna. Demobats. Kate Bush. Max Mayfield lying in a hospital bed. Murray. Enzo. Steve.

“So, now it’s your turn. What’s, ah, what’s your deal?” Robin was pacing, nearly manic. Only Steve had ever been able to focus her energies, now he was gone and she was lost at sea.

“You’re not like me,” El said. She was sat between Hopper and Joyce on the couch. Will sat at his mother’s feet. Nancy perched herself on the barstool while Jonathan stood against the kitchen bench next to her.

You blocked Robin from taking another step, taking one of her hands and holding it tight. Her eyes welled up with tears. “When this is done and if we survive, I will help you talk to him. You are owed a farewell.” You turned to the group. “You of all are.”

Robin dropped to the floor and folded in on herself, wrapping her arms around her legs and rocking. You let her self-soothe.

“The first thing you need to understand is that involving myself in this could make it worse. Vecna is a parasite. He has his own power, but he feeds off others’ too. The other world, the Upside Down, he draws power from there. From you, Eleven. Even you, Will,”

“But he’s just a boy,” Joyce said sadly.

“I don’t think he is… You’re something else. But… nothing that can help us now. My point is that if gets a hold of me, he doesn’t just get my magic. He’ll find a doorway to all witches. That’s… Well, it’s almost endless power. He will not be stopped. He will take this plane of existence. And, he might find ways to the others.”

There was a stunned and pensive silence.

“So… It’s, it’s a gamble,” Nancy concluded.

“And we’re betting… literally the entire world…” Jonathan said, looking at her. She nodded.

“What if he already knows about you?” Will asked, voice quiet.

You sat down on the carpet on the opposite side of the coffee table. Eye level with Will, you studied his face. “You feel him…” Will nodded. “And he feels me?”

“No,” Will replied. “He saw Erica, after you healed her,”

“Are you sure?” Joyce asked him.

Will shook his head. “No… But… he might.”

Cutting through the tension like a chainsaw through salted butter, the phone rang. Nobody was spared from the jolt of fear.

You jumped up to answer it, knowing the few people who had your number. “Hello?”

“You need to get out of Hawkins,”

“It’s fine,”

“No. It’s not,”

“Kelsey, whatever the news is saying-”

“You don’t understand. It’s not on the news. As far as the humans know, the clean up of Hawkins is going well and there hasn’t been any more casualties – injured or dead.” There was something worse than panic in Kelsey’s voice that you hadn’t heard in decades.

“What’s going on?” you asked, skipping over the obvious ‘that’s not what’s happening’ and rhetorical ‘how do you know about what happened?’

“The Witches Who Came Before. They’ve given a warning to the coven.”

Your blood ran cold, so cold it felt like ice, like all the red had frozen solid in your veins. Kelsey didn’t continue, maybe too afraid to tell you, maybe wanting to give you a chance to bail from the conversation if you wanted to go entirely rogue.

“Karhu. What’s the warning?”

Kelsey hadn’t heard her first, her ancient name, for centuries; she wanted to sob. She remained stoic and delivered the mystic caution. “He knows. He knows you’re close. He doesn’t know what you are. He can’t find you like he can find the humans. But it’s only a matter of time.”

Divine timing.

“And the coven? What are they going to do?

“Ah, well, they-they’re gonna set up a border. Around Hawkins. He-he shouldn’t be able to cross it. And his power shouldn’t be able to, you know, get through. But, um…” Kelsey was nervous, stuttering as she anxiously reported.

“But what?”

“They haven’t worked out if… If it’s better that you… Uh…”

She didn’t have to say it. “If it’s better that I’m trapped in here with him. Right? ‘Cause if I run, he’ll come after me,”

“Yeah,” Kelsey whispered. “I’m sorry… I tried-”

“Don’t. Don’t say you’re sorry. You haven’t done anything. And don’t try to… Don’t fight the coven on my behalf, okay?”

Kelsey was crying.

You looked back at the terrified faces watching you intently.

“He’s powerful, but he’s just another monster. Just another leech. We have outlived famine and demons and war and witch hunts. Henry Creel is no match for a witch.”

End Note: I personally feel like the 1843 section of this chapter slaps so hard. Grimoire updated to include witchfire, and the timeline has been updated too.

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