
(Updated: 19th June 2023)




A/N: Thank you for everyone’s patience after the first chapter, I hope to write more of this; this chapter will explain more and include appearance!
TW: Some mentions of harassment and violence depicted. Slight swearing is used too.
Summary: Born as a witch to a powerful coven, Y/N is destined for greatness. But she finds herself alone, forgotten and hated for being a witch later in life. It’s only when she seeks shelter, that she finds herself running into help she least expected.
PROLOGUE | ONE
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Chapter 2
13 Years Later.
1476
The screeching of chickens sounded awfully similar to the sounds of human screams.
Jolting alive as if sparked by lightning, you almost smacked your head on the shelf ever so close above your once sleeping form, thudding to the ground the books and papers, scattering like leaves on the wind.
“Shit.” You groaned, grabbing your head, relieving the awful headache you were experiencing by clutching it. Gods, let this torture be over already. You cursed yourself, unfolding yourself from the tangled sheets of your uncomfortable bed.
Your bones groaned with the need to be stretched, popping in satisfaction as you dressed. The cool morning air brought the hairs on your skin to pebble, so you opted for warmer cotton to guard your skin throughout the day. Having already not had enough time to properly ready yourself for the day, your work clothes were already being thrown on you – much to your dismay.
Tying the apron around you and the head scarf to keep your short curls out your face, you braced yourself just at the front of your closed door, outweighing whether you should just roll back into the comfort of your itchy and narrow bed.
But that would mean no money, and no money meant not being able to pay for food, and no food would mean I would starve quicker than a stray dog and I would never have a way of getting out of this shit village-
Your door rattled jarringly with life on the other side, scaring your wits out as you braced for the austere voice behind it. “Are you decent?”
“Yes, sir.” You braced yourself for the worst.
Stepping back a few paces, the door swung open and it shuddered on its hinges, groaning as the thin walls vibrated terribly. The man in front of you was aged, blotchy skin and pot-bellied. His hair was mousey-brown with a terrible bald spot that he tried hiding with a combover. Bogdan was the standard of men in this village: all leery-eyed with fingers that liked touching, and mouths that liked the sound of their own voice. He was the very same as the rest of his gluttonous family.
Bogdan disregarded you even standing in front of him, eyeing your room scrutinisingly slowly. “It’s messy in here.”
“Yes, I know.” You coolly responded, trying your best to hold your tongue. If only I didn’t have someone burst into my room.
“Well, Andrei is hungry, he needs his breakfast.” Bogdan chortled, and it reminded you all the same as how the little piglets on the farm would squeal if they were picked up. “He wants four eggs this time.”
Biting the inside of your cheek, you kept your head low. “I’ll be sure to check the coop for more.”
“Be quick then, girl,” Bogdan stepped to the side to allow you to pass, and you made sure to walk a bit faster to avoid his hands reaching for the back of you. You knew if you weren’t quick enough, and you learnt the hard way the first time he did it.
“Yes, sir.” You skipped a step to leave your room, keeping a safe distance between him as you walked quickly through the back of the kitchen, outside to meet the harsh cold of the air.
A/N: This is the newest part of my writing that I’m including! This takes place after season 3 of Castlevania.
Summary: Born as a witch to a powerful coven, Y/N is destined for greatness. That is until the wrongs of the world destroy her life, leaving her in fear for what she is. It’s when her life is on the lines that she runs into the infamous, ghastly castle needing shelter, that she runs into the newest owner.
Or, two people join together, yearning for a life they wish they could build.
PROLOGUE | ONE
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Chapter 1: PROLOGUE
They said that a red moon was a mark of God’s wrath. However, those born on a red moon were a sign of danger or foreboding.
The sign of a harbinger and the doom for mankind. The day of judgement for all who sinned against God and the heavens. It was one of the superstitions that caused those to feel the most judged and for others to be the most sinister in their beliefs against those.
God worked in many ways, and his followers worked to spread his word, regardless of what they proved was good or bad. They judged and they judged all, regardless of background or creed.
“An upcoming apocalypse,” they cried, “brought forth in the name of one borne from its blood.”
It was what was told to your mother, who carried you when she was abandoned at her lowest. She was welcomed anew by her new family, a coven of sisters. Her brood of many sisters protected and sheltered her: from the men who hurt her, to her village banishing her when her powers were discovered. It was only months into her arrival when the roundness in her belly hardened and swelled, that she found she was with child. Instead of the judgement of producing kin outside of wedlock, your mother was praised and celebrated. It was their words that spoke she was carrying a girl, a new witch that was promised to them after so long of waiting.
Moons changed in their cycles, as did your mother’s belly, growing with the babe inside. Both were pampered and doted, for the girl was claimed as the next to be as strong as the current matron, and all sisters could agree.
When the red moon appeared, as beautiful as its endless cycles before and after, was when the sisters prophesied you would come into the world.
The pain your mother carried her, the tears flooded down her face when she struggled through the night, spurred on by the chants of her many sisters. Eleven to be exact, the space in between was “for the leader himself”, Satan.
With the moon, bleeding and bright above their heads, they circled her in a formation, holding hand in hand as they chanted and praised into the night. Their cries blurred into one with your mother’s, the final push brought you forth with a shriek of your own.
Screaming, begging to be heard.
Swaddled in red, your mother gathered you in her arms. Skin as brown and hair black with small curls, she smiled as she wiped your brow, kissing your forehead lovingly, repeating the words alongside her sisters:
‘Red, red as autumntime. They shall fall in dread when you go by.’
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5) Courting isn’t as simple compared to humans.
It was a sea of yellows and soft whites, an array so blindly that you had to step back from its brightness.
“Flowers,” you whispered, staring at the bundles of petals and bulbs individually, carefully remembering the words spoken of them by your grandmother.
‘Mimosas for security. lily of the valley, for the return of happiness.’#
“Are they too much?” The soft timbre brought you to look up at your lover, his green skin had seemed flush with either caution or bashfullness. “You told me once you liked these flowers.”
“I do,” you took them from his calloused fingers, delicately sniffing them as your spirit had automatically lifted to the heavens. “You are most kind for this gift.”
“You are my mate, after all, I have to bring you the best of gifts,” he said apprehensively, “Orc romance is rather straightforward. I find courting isn’t as simple to humans.”
“You still did a very good job,” you leant close into his face, kissing his cheek affectionately. “Thank you.”
Your mate seemed to brighten in joy from your reaction. Puffing his chest out, he seemed to have gathered more charm and confidence. “Tomorrow I will take you to the lake, where we will have that thing you like- what was it called again? A picnic? Yes, we shall do that.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at his frankness, but it didn’t stop your love from blooming. After all, courting for humans was complicated, but you knew you would do anything to romance your mate.
Hi hi! Can I request 11,19 and 41 with akito please (kitsune oc)
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11) The things I could do to you.
19) I could eat you right up.
41) Let me see you.
“Let me see you.”
You hesitated, standing behind the dressing screen, wary of what he would think.
“I’m not dressed yet,” you warned, and the kimono was barely around you when Akito rounded the corner, eyes barreling down on you.
Neither of you spoke for a second, both of you merely staring at one another for some time. You tried sheltering your bare skin from him, attempting to turn away from him when you heard the soft growl come from him.
“Don’t turn your back on me,” he warned.
You turned hesitantly back to him, eyes taking him in. His eyes were heavily lustful, breathing had grown heavier the more he stared at you.
“The things I could do to you.” His words were to himself but he spoke them aloud. Your heart was racing, certain your scent had been picked up by him.
“Oh yeah?” Your words were quiet when you asked him, and the curiosity had gotten the better of you. Akito seemed to enjoy the challenge.
“You don’t know the things I’d do, what I could do,” he growled, stepping closer towards you, inches away when his clawed hands reached and skimmed the bareness of your collarbone. “I could eat you right up.”
You shuddered, a cold chill travelled across you, and your skin pebbled in delight. “I’d like to see you try, Akito.”
You didn’t expect his reaction, expecting the roughness from his soft hands if he grabbed you and pushed you against a wall to take you there. Instead, there was a gentleness in his eyes, and he smiled wildly, leaning in to inhale your scent.
“Take off your clothes, let me treat you like the mate you are.”
I’m the one who requested the Drow x human reader with Aadesh. And had the long message.
I didn’t mean to say you didn’t write enough, you did and I’m glad you did the request! I was just saying it was one of those things where it’s so good I didn’t want it to end! 😁 but thank you and I might make another request with Aadesh if you don’t mind, and of course if you have other requests then by all means get those done first since I’m requesting twice 😋
Ah my mistake, I misunderstood 😂
Yeah, once I get through Monstober, I will hopefully be planning to write longer stories.
Feel free to pop me a message(if you have an account) in private for what you’d like, or we can work on it as a commission piece. 😊
45 dragon
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45) I love when you’re underneath me.
He was fire-made flesh, a true living being of destruction and carnage.
Yet the God dragon was far from destructive and monstrous when his large form was curled around you, purring in delight with no way of letting you go.
“Gods, Ranayt, your heat is smouldering.” you groaned, his black scales felt as molten as lava against the flushness of your skin. Yet, Ranayt the Black was one of affection and pure fondness for your touch.
“You’re too squirmy, little human,” he purred, the rumble reverberating through you, undulating like waves in the ocean, “you’re like a little worm.”
You certainly squirmed like one, wriggling out from the cocoon of his tightly wrapped scales.
Ranayt chortled at your attempts, but his mere strength and size alone made it hard to even move an inch.
“Ranayt…”
“Yes, my little worm?” He growled playfully.
“You’re crushing me.”
His scales loosen just enough to let you swivel to glare playfully up at him, but he only leans closer to your face, puffing warm air into your hair.
“You smell good.”
“Ranayt…” you blush, but it doesn’t stop his administration. “Gods, I love when you’re underneath me.”
You know he can hear the spike in your heartbeat, but he just chuckles deeply in a raucous roar.
“My little worm grows flustered,” he affectionately rubs the side of his head against yours lovingly, “but your dragon will keep you safe.”
I’m the one who requested the Drow x human reader with Aadesh. 😁
First off thank you I looked everywhere and couldn’t find him so I was going off my memory’s description the best I could but yeah.
Secondly, THANK YOU SO MUCH 🩵💙💜🖤 I love what you wrote I wish there was more but then again I always do for great blurbs like that.😄 I love the thought you put into it and showing the emotion behind why Aadesh is the way he is, the under dark is a cut throat place and you must be aware even in your own home with your own “family” I did air quotes because we all know how drow are😆 sheesh. And I’m a sucker for Drow especially ones that are choosing to be themselves over what they are told to be by society. That’s probably why I like Drizzt, Jarlaxle, and your characters Vevmis and Aadesh so much 😂
😋 if you don’t mind or don’t have too many things to do right now I may request another thing with Aadesh. But only if you’re okay with it, I wanted to ask first.
Also I hope that you get over your writers block but if you need to take a break then by all means, take the time to take care of yourself.
Sorry for the long message btw, have a good night and thanks again!
No worries, I’m glad you liked it. Sorry it wasn’t long enough, I’m trying to work my way up writing longer stories again 😊I’m the same, I do have a soft spot for drow too, and I especially love Drizzt. I don’t mind working on more for Aadesh for the future, and thank you for your kind comment! The writers block is slowly unravelling itself, but with work and other things going on in life, I’m trying to keep up with writing because it’s something I love doing! 😊
May I request a male drow and a human reader 1 and 48.
Kinda along the lines of the drow that was requested a while back. Maybe like this is close to a part 2? I like drow bois 😂 The great little one shot you wrote were the male drow was found broken and in bad condition and realized he didn’t want to leave the surface and go back. But honestly this was just a suggestion do what you want 😋 thank you!
Did you mean Aadesh? I hope that’s what you meant😂
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1) I’m worried you won’t come back to me.
48) I want to be with you, forever
You can feel his eyes on you, those curious startling, red eyes.
It wasn’t hard to understand why he was so quiet that night: you had spoken about needing to gather more supplies, to find more wood to keep the flames in your home alive.
“Are you sure you don’t wish for me to come with you?” His words were quiet, drawn from a sense of uncertainty. It hurt your chest to see him so quiet, so afraid of the outside world.
He was raised in the Underdark, where dangers lurked from the moment they woke to the moment they went to sleep. However, Aadesk said that sometimes the dangers never went away, even in the dead of night.
Perhaps he was worried it would happen on this night.
“I would rather be content in knowing you’re safe indoors than out there,” you smile with ease, gathering your boots and a cloak to shield you from the chill outside. “I’m only going a few feet from the house to gather some more wood. You’ll be able to see me from the window.”
“Yes, but,” his ears seemed to flatten as he looked off to the side, his pale brows furrowed as his words got caught in the back of his throat.
You stepped closer to him, kneeling to him reassuringly as his gaze met yours. “I promise you I won’t be long.”
Aadesh seems almost startled by your words, eyes shifting between the flames of the hearth and back to you again. You won’t find it hard to notice his constant movement.
“What’s on your mind?”
“As silly as it sounds, I’m…” he laughs dryly, though his gaze has shifted into sadness, “I’m worried you won’t come back to me..”
“Oh Aadesh,” you’re quick to be closer to his side, to console him in his worries as you’re worried tears are close to pricking the corner of his vision, “I swear it to you, no harm will come to me this night.”
“I know,” he breaths shakily, “I’m worried not of you, but of what is outside.”
“The dark can be a terrifying place when alone,” you console, “but there is always light somewhere within.”
Aadesh’s gaze is soft when he looks over to you as if you truly are the light he has been missing in his long life.
“ I want to be with you, forever,” he murmurs when he pulls you close, pulling you as an arm drapes around your waist. You smell pie and lavender on him, and it makes you want to fall in love with him all over again. “I want to be the one to keep you safe.”
Hey! Thank you for doing October requests that’s awesome of you I hope you get over writers block soon. 😄 Can I have a dnd elf with a human werewolf reader ?
2) I’m not afraid.
3) You don’t scare me.
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2) I’m not afraid.
3) You don’t scare me.
30) Look at me, I’m hideous
The pitiful whine was the only indication you were still in the darkened room with him.
Alinar was used to these regular occurances: the nights when the moon was highest and fullest in the sky drew the most pain and discomfort for you, and he being your partner, tried his best to bring you support.
“Come now, my love. You shan’t hide from me.” His chuckle was airy, and we were always quick to smile.
Another low groan came in protest, and it only brought a smile to curl his lips. “I’m not afraid of you, you cannot act big and scary now. Not when you’re so cute.”
A pair of golden eyes were staring back at him from the void. Large and owl-like, the creature grovelled once more before it emerged from the surrounding darkness of your shared bedroom.
Your shaggy fur was unkempt and wind-swept, eyes nervously darting around everywhere and him as you cautiously crept your way over to him.
Alinar chuckles again, watching the hulking werewolf nearly twice his size act rather more like a pup as you curled around him like a lapdog.
“See, you don’t scare me, not one bit.”
You snarl back playfully as to say “Try me”, a warning if best, but Alinar knows you don’t mean it. He has you wrapped around him, surrounded by the warmth of your log fur, he snatches the warmth greedily to himself to only have, for you’re his and he is yours.
You’re both surrounded in the darkness of the room when he hears the shifting of bones and growls grow into soft, unintelligible cries of pain. But he is quick to help you through turning back, and he cradles you when you’re back to his lovely little human once again.
Even when you’re dishevelled, covered in muck (he found out the hard way when he accidentally let you out into the field and you came back covered in mud) and naked as the day you were born, he is still in awe with your beauty.
You, however, look back at yourself in disgust, and fear of what you are.
“Look at me, I’m hideous.” The strain of turning is imminent and ALinar is certain you will need rest.
“Nonsense,” he scoffs, cuddling you closer to him, not at all reacting to the muck you’re coated in, “you’re my little human, and I’ll protect you no matter what.”
Regardless of being a werewolf or human, you’re still the one ALinar wishes to cherish forever.
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2 episodes into Castlevania: Nocturne and I’m already in love. This fic was inspired by listening to Atlantis by Seafret for 10 hours daily.