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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Hermitcraft RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Charles | Grian, Mumbo Jumbo, Xisumavoid (Video Blogging RPF), Viktor | Iskall85, GoodTimesWithScar, Stress - Character, Etho, ZombieCleo, Cubfan135 (Video Blogging RPF), Jevin | iJevin, Steffen Mossner | Docm77, Original Characters Additional Tags: so uh, I dont know how to tag, Alternate Universe, Set in season 7, this is my first work so cut me some slack, also the original character is literally just the villain, the hermit's pets are involved as well, Magic, very unique magic, the jungle hermits have a hard time, Occasional angst Summary:

The universe was a strange place, and nobody knew that more than the hermits. Each one has been to many worlds and seen many things, though some of the craziest things they'd seen had happened once they became a hermit. The future was holding more in store for them, though not all of it would be enjoyable. The future had plans for the hermits and those plans would take all they had to overcome.

Grian and Scar take the brunt of an unfortunate situation caused by a strange entity that calls itself "The Jungle" and need to overcome it, but Scar is trapped and the hermits seem to have completely lost any and all memory of the two hermits. With the mysterious magic having taken over the server and the identities of Grian and Scar being nearly lost to the hermits, they desperately try to evade their captor and regain their home.

               I stood outside the cabin, a light rain still continuing as the last leg of the storm crossed us over. Thunder rolled quietly in the distance as I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the cool drops of rain splash against my face. I took a deep breath before my letting it out slowly. My body was finally feeling relaxed. Raising my hand, I brushed my hair out of my face.  

               I held my hand out as I thought back on what had just transpired.  I brought my thumb to my lips and licked it again as if it still had her blood on it. Leaning back against the cabin I crossed my arms and pursed my lips. I had taken many virginities and even though she could’ve stopped me if she wanted to, I took it slower than I would’ve liked. I tapped my foot against the ground, feeling annoyed at the patience that I gave her. I didn’t usually give any when fucking anyone.

               I scoffed and shrugged my shoulders before pushing myself away from the cabin and walking back inside. I walked into her room and looked down at her as she slept. I smirked when I realized that she hadn’t gotten dressed. She was covered with a thin sheet, one hand resting on her abdomen the other up by her head, fingers curling gently. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed in and out evenly.

               I reached out and brushed some of her hair out of her face, and I clenched my jaw as she turned her face towards my hand. She rolled my direction as I jerked my hand back. This is fucking stupid. I fucked her, that’s it. It meant absolutely nothing to me.

               Quickly walking out of her room I laid down on the couch in a huff. I forced my hands behind my head to keep from looking at them while I tried to focus on the reason I didn’t trust women. All women are like that succubus bitch. The only woman I can trust is my… I paused when I thought about my mother. Rolling to my side I glared at the back of the couch. “I can’t even trust her now after what she’s done.”

               “My body?” She slowly repeated the words. I could feel her fingers twitch slightly as she put her hands against my chest to push me away. “You’re crazy!” She purposely hit her shoulder against me as she walked past me.

               Just need to push it a little farther. I turned and grabbed her wrist. “Do you know what else is out there?” I inwardly smiled as her body froze. “Do you know what lurks in the shadows? Anything could be after you, you never know.”

               She jerked her wrist out of my grip. “S-so, give me one of your feathers again.”

               “Hmmm.” I scratched my cheek pretending to think on her suggestion. “I could do that, but why should I? It’s a real fucking pain to rush to save your ass.” She glared at me as she started to hike back the way she had come from while she ran. Damn! Can’t ‘save’ her from her sense of direction if she has a decent one. Knowing she was looking over her shoulder at me I shrugged and followed after her. “Of course, you could always just go try to find blondie again. After all, that seemed to work out so well for you.”

               “Shut up! And for your information he approached me.” She huffed as she started to climb up a slightly steep incline.

               “So you talk to strangers about the inner workings of your life? How are you not dead yet?”

               “I tend to keep to myself. I’m more of an outcast anyways. Which is fine with me, less that I have to deal with. Then you fucking showed up.” Getting to the top of the incline she brushed her hands together to remove the dirt on her palms

               “You’re blaming all this fucking shit on me?” I could feel anger boiling inside me but forced it down to keep this somewhat civil. It’s all to get what I want.

               “Well it is your fucking fault! Lounging around naked like you owned the damn place.”

               “Maybe you should keep your curiosity at a minimum and you wouldn’t fuck up someone else’s life.” It’s all to get what I want.

               “You’re such a fucking asshole!” She spat at me while she continued.

               And you’re a fucking prudish bitch.

                 The banter between us continued until we got to the lake. She paused and looked at the clearing where the grand imp had been killed. “So umm… Do demons just vanish when they die?”

               She hugged herself as she continued to look at the area. “Most do. Which is the best news for me because that means less clean up that I have to fucking do.” Come the fuck on! Just give in already! “There are much larger things out there.” I smiled as her body flinched. I slowly walked up to her and put my lips by her ear. “It would be wise for you to take the deal I have given you.” I whispered before I put my hands in my pockets and started to walk leisurely towards her home.

               “_______.” Her voice was soft but still audible.

               “What?” I turned back towards her. The moon was just a sliver in the sky but it still gave just enough lighting to make her seem almost angelic.

               She walked over and stood in front of me. My breath hitched when she looked up. Her eyes were shining brilliantly and a slight blush tinted her cheeks. “My name is _____. I want know your name before anything.” She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and squared her shoulders. “It… It’ll be my body on my terms.”

               Smiling triumphantly I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. I grabbed her chin, keeping her head in place. “Saeran. And I’ll be taking some of my payment now.” Before she could protest I pressed my lips to hers.

               There was no pain in my head. The pain I would’ve felt before was replaced with a pleasurable electric wave that pulsed through my body with every heartbeat. I pulled back and with a low growl pulled her inside her home. Putting my hands on her hips I lifted her and guided her to put her legs around my hips before pressing her back to the wall. My hands wrapped around her wrists and pinned them against the wall. Her eyes were wide but there was something almost sensual flickering in them.

               “Mother!” I yelled as I barged into her room.

               She was sitting by her window looking over some things, which I assumed were for my father. She placed the papers down in front of her and got up slowly before walking over to me. Reaching out she grabbed my ear like a child that had gotten in trouble.

               “I cannot control how you treat your harlots but you will not barge into my room like I am one of them. I did not raise you this way.” She said quietly as she pulled my face towards her. She was a loving woman but when she got angry she could bring even my father to his knees. “Do I make myself clear, Saeran?”

               “Yes ma’am.” I said quietly. “I’m sorry.” The words were like vinegar on my tongue but I knew she wouldn’t let go of me until she heard them, whether I meant them or not.

               She gave me a sweet smile and held my face in her hands, before she affectionately kissed my forehead. “Now what do you need, darling?”

               “The imprinting things you would tell Luciel and I…” Her hands fell from my face to her sides as she looked at me.

               “I see.” She turned away from me to go sit back down by the window. “Why the sudden interest? You seemed dead set to believe it was just a bedtime story. Did you find someone?” I couldn’t help but hear the excitement in her voice.

               “Well, more or less.” I muttered before continuing. “Anyways… What would happen if I would kill her?”

               Her movements froze as she took in my words. “Why would you want to kill her?”

               “The situation is less than ideal.” Just tell me what I want to know mother!

               She sighed as she put down the papers again. She looked out the window refusing to look at me. “Should you kill her, you would in turn die yourself.” Well fuck! “Also should you stand by and watch her die, it would be as if you killed her yourself and the result would be the same.” Double fuck!

               “So what the fuck to I do?! I don’t want this bitch!!”

               It took me a few minutes before I could even try to stand. “What did that bitch do to me?!” I clenched my teeth as I tried to stay on my feet. With my vision slightly blurred I kept one hand pressed to my forehead as I staggered towards the cabin. I kept my wings stretched out to help me keep my balance.

               My claws dug into the wood as I gripped the doorframe. “What the fuck did you do?!” The words came out in a snarl as I spat them at her.

               She stood there in dry pants and a tank-top with thin straps, one of which was sliding down her shoulder. Will the torment never fucking end? The faucet of the sink was running and my vision cleared as I focused on the spray nozzle from the sink held in her hands like a weapon. I glanced down at the pentagram on the floor making sure that she hadn’t fixed it before I walked inside.

               I held my hand out in front of me condescendingly as I smirked at her. “What? You’re going to spray me with water.”

               “It’s holy water, bitch!” She smiled at me as my own smile faded. “It won’t kill you but It’ll fucking hurt won’t it?”

               My wings twitched but I didn’t move. She doesn’t have the guts to piss me off. I took another step towards her and she spread her legs in a more defiant stance. I saw a glint in her eyes before she pressed the button on the nozzle.

               Yelling out in pain I dove back out of the home. The water burned seeped through my shirt, burning my skin. “Fuck! You fucking bitch!” I quickly ripped the shirt off as I glared back at her from outside. I saw her eyes widened and I smirked as I straightened my back. “If you wanted me to get undressed you could’ve begged nicely.”

               “I wouldn’t beg you for anything!” She yelled from inside.

               “Oh, I highly doubt that. You should just accept the inevitable and let me fuck you.” I couldn’t help but feel a little angry as she rolled her eyes at me. “I’m done with this going back and forth shit.” It had to have been a fluke right? I just used too much power earlier, that’s all.

               Bending my knees slightly I jumped for her again. I slapped the nozzle out of her grip with one hand as I clapped the other hand over her mouth. I couldn’t hear her voice but the pain in my head started to return and I instantly let her go. “What the hell are you doing?!”

               “I’m not doing anything get away from me!” She raised her hand to slap me.

               I was breathing heavily when I appeared in my room. “NO! It’s not fucking possible!!” I paced back and forth in my room throwing everything that I could. “It’s just a crock of shit!” I yelled into the empty room as if to drown out the doubt I felt in my own words.

               I held my head in my hands and growled as that human’s face flashed in my mind. My cock continued to twitch the more I thought about it until I was completely hard. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! It’s just a human!! As if a mere human could fucking satisfy me.”  

               Concealing some of my true form’s features I walked onto the balcony that was adjacent to my room. I spread my wings and plucked a feather. Spinning it between my thumb and forefinger, I looked down at the streets of Hell before letting the feather go.

               A few moments later I wasn’t alone. I turned and leaned against the twisted railings and looked at the female I had summoned. “You rang, your highness?” She said in a sultry voice as she smiled and ran the tip of the feather against her lips.

               “Do I ever summon you to fucking talk?” I couldn’t help but smirk as her eyes landed on my fully erect cock.

               “Indeed you don’t, your highness.” She replied not taking her eyes off it.

               “What do you want with me?”

               She kept the frying pan pointed at me, something I found thoroughly amusing. What could she possibly do with that? I put on my most sensual smile and placed my left over my heart while holding out my right hand as far as I could. “Why I’m here to make your dreams come true, princess.” Surely this would work and she’d let me out.

               The fire in her eyes flared at my words, not the reaction I was hoping for. “Cut the crap! Like I’m going to listen to some demon!”

               My left hand fell to my side as I clenched it into a fist. I turned my right hand and angrily pointed a finger at her. “This is your fault you fucking bitch! If you hadn’t approached me in the first damn place I wouldn’t fucking be here!”

               “I thought you were someone who was playing around in a costume and died! Then you vanished, and now show up days later!” She yelled back at me, taking no responsibility for the situation.

               Ahh, yes the time difference between Earth and Hell is different but that’s not important. What the fuck did she say? “A fucking costume?! Are you that much of an idiot?!” Her glare deepened as I insulted her.

               Her shoulders squared and she spread her legs to steady her frame. I held back a groan as I looked her up and down. Her jeans hugged her long legs nicely and my eyes continued up her legs leading up to her shapely hips. My mind brought forth the mental image of her legs wrapped around my waist and I could feel my cock hardening. I frowned as my eyes continued to trail up her body, a sweater covered her torso. Well that left everything to the imagination. Her breasts probably aren’t that fucking great anyways.

               What got me the most though, was the look in her eyes. She looked so timid and scared on that first day by the lake, but now she was like a different person. What had happened to her? Could the imprint have affected the woman as well? I shook my head. “This isn’t important. Just break the seal and I’ll fuck you and we’ll both be happy.”

               “You’re out of your damn mind!” She spat back at me. Her knuckles were turning white as her grip on the frying pan tightened.

               I growled and lunged at her only to be reminded that I was trapped. Taking a deep breath I sighed and sat down casually. Bending one knee I kept my foot flat on the ground and leaned back on my hand. She could’ve at least made it a bit bigger. “How did you get this information anyways?”

               Saeran’s lips were rough and urgent against mine. Holding the back of my head he slanting his mouth over mine, his tongue prodding at my lips. When I parted them his tongue immediately shot between them. Exploring my mouth with a desperate need for something. This kiss is different. Where all the other kisses he had given me were cold an unfeeling, this one felt warm but at the same time it had a feeling of sadness.

               I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck and leaned into his lips, kissing him back. I felt his body tense slightly before he wrapped an arm around my back and pressed me against him, a small groan escaping his throat as our bodies pressed together intimately.

               Taking the sound as encouragement I pushed his tongue back into his mouth following it with my own. He groaned again and fisted his hand in my hair and forced me to pull back. “You are not in charge here, _____. You never have been.” He said as he let go of my hair and held me tight against him as he stood up.

               With one sweep of his arm he cleared his desk and set me down, standing between my legs. He was now looking down at me, making it obviously clear that he was the dominant one. I looked up at him. A nagging feeling told me I should hate this man standing before me, but I didn’t hate him. The feeling told me I should fight him. Push him away. I didn’t. Instead, I smiled. Dominance suits him.

               He cocked an eyebrow and his eyes widened slightly when he stared at my lips.  Reaching out he put the finger of his knuckle under my chin tilting my face up further. He started, transfixed on my lips as he ran the pad of his thumb over them.