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Bewitching Love

A story of D and his witch, just a little story, I don't know if anyone still reads or writes vampire hunter d, anyway if you want to request of a story you can ask me!

D x Reader (Vampire hunter d)

Being a hunter is a lonely job, but a hunter that is a vampire is even more lonelier,

D, a mysterious hunter that is a Dhampire, hunts his own kind, for reasons unknown but with his presence around, it had brought peace to the town for as long he was there, but though he is pledge a hero, They still treat him as a vampire of the night, D simply ignores there harsh words for without him, this town would be run by vampires of every kind, and though he is feared just like any vampire.

None more feared then a mysterious woman with such beauty and grace that even make the hunter's dead heart to start beating.

D had seen her countless of times in the city, her beauty captivated him, he could never take his eyes of her, as he sneak round not to be spotted as he watch her gracefully wander the town, laughing with the children, every time she would smile, warm course through his heart with feelings he thought he would never have felt,

He had always want to go up and speak to her but he could never.

He followed her slowly as he observed the surroundings as she walked through the darkness forest of the night, she stopped for a moment and she quickly glance over to where D had stood, he realised she knew he was watching her, that he was watching over her.

In the dark of night they dragged her from her graceful chambers and pledge she was a witch, He watches with gritted teeth as the villagers banished her out of the village, she stumbled out and away from what was once her home, now gone forever from her very eyes,

D stood frozen waiting for her reaction but what she did baffled D, she smiled at him, his heart began to warm and he couldn't help but return the smile to her, that's how their relationship had began, was a simple smile,

D and the witch love grew and grew the more they are together, whenever he had wounds from battle, she was there to patch him up,

When they both walked side by side the same village that excelled her all stood in gasped of shook and surprise to see that very woman looking healthy and beside the vampire hunter.

In each night when D return, passions of love envelope them two as they express their love in physical ways that illuminate in the moonlight, laying completely bare with just a blanket to cover themselves as they softly caress each other, basking in the sweet afterglow of their beautiful way of expressing their love for each other.

Later on at midnight D turned around and see his love was standing next to the window with a spare blanket to cover herself, he called to her gently as she turned around and looked at her sweet lover laying in their shared bed,

"What are you doing up in this time of night?" She giggled softly as D began to feel that sweet warm feeling in his heart again,

"Basking in the beautiful moon that is out tonight darling" even as she spoke she was as if a sweet angel that came down from heaven, D got up not caring to get a blanket for modesty,

He wrapped his arms around her small waist as she leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes enjoying the moment of being in the arms of her lover,

"You look so beautiful in the moonight my witch" he kiss her check gently, before kissing down to her neck finding that sweet spot she loves so much,

"and so do you my dearest Dhampire" he pulled away when she turned her body around to face him, she placed her hand on his pale cheek,

He leaned into her touch looking into his lovers eyes, either it was all because she may had put a spell on him or whether he just fallen in love by chance he love her so much,

"Marry me?" He said with such confidence as she smiled with such joy,

"yes! A thousand times yes" D smiled with happiness as she wrapped her arms around him, dropping the blanket that covered onto the floor.

As they began to passionately kissed each other with such love and passion for each other.

I like that OPLA portrays Shanks for who he really is-

A shaggy, drunk, homeless man, who probably hasn't bathed in a month, that managed to pull the world's greatest big tiddied goth GF.

🖤.

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