#& he has a camp way the fuck out in the woods where there's barely any signal & my parents went out there

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CRISIS AVERTED the text came in. i'm freeeeeeeeee

until tomorrow when they come home. but until then!

[thatdeadaquarius]

Hello there, friend I'm here for fluff

OK, this has been on my mind for a while

But like

The reader is just becoming the biggest parent to the Benny's adventure team kids

And the wolfs

We are like a parent of like 27

Knitting and making food brushing razors hair(let's be for real, you would hear a crunch when you brush it)

I'm not gonna lie

Do these kids know what spices are?

Cuz when I think about it

Razor hasn't had shit so he's has the least tolerance for spice

He would probably cry if you feed him a pepper

Bennett has tried spicy food but does go well with it

And not completely sure if fischl has had a spicy food before

But what flavor does mondstadt add to their food??

These kids need the damn flavors

AHDHAKALL FERAL ANIMAL AQUARIUS- ANOTHER PLATONIC ASK AAHHHHGGGGDJJSFHSAK!!!!!

AND ITS YOU!! ITS- ITS- ONE OF THE WRITING RULERS OF SAGAU (FOR ME AT LEAST) <3 !!!!!!!!

You cooking in genshin all anime studio ghibli style looking like food from god (literally): ⬆️

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Benny’s Adventure Team! (Bennett, Fischl, Razor), Diluc, mentions of other Mond characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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^^ The posts being referenced in ask, (OG Razor ask) (Benny + Razor) and a more direct sequel, a part 2? a part 4 atp?? of this post (Imposter/Not Dark AU + Razor + Diluc) ^^

OMFG

ALRIGHT LISTEN UP BITCHES

SINCE UR IN TEYVAT

YOU GONNA COOK LIKE TEYVAT

AS IN-

SHIT BE SUPER EASY TO COOK, AND MASS MAKE DEPENDING ON COMPLEXITY OF DISH

(So, like Zhongli's special Bamboo Shoot Soup is like getting made... once a year if you read the little desc. for that dish 💀)

AND THEYRE ALL LIKE-

ANIME GORGEOUS FOODS ✨️❤️‍🔥

OKAY SO

PROMO TIME-

U GUYS HAVE TO WATCH THE ANIME "CAMPFIRE COOKING IN ANOTHER WORLD"

Bc that's mostly where this inspo gonna come from to both be realistic cooking + best parts of video game cooking

A guy gets isekai’d and instead of hero powers he just gets the skill of "online grocery shopping" LMAO

and ofc he gets insta gifted whatever he orders and starts making dishes and adding spices and regular stuff you know. like soy sauce.

but the best part is the food in that world is like British medieval soup shit

like barely salted, no spices definitely, no sauces, its barren

so he ends up attracting all kinds of interest that want to eat his cooking ofc

And it gives buffs too!

dw i didnt spoil anything u don't learn in the first episode, but that's just to say that's exactly whats happening here

u DO have to manually collect more ingredients but its so worth it, also u can just buy in bulk or put a commission thru the adventurer guild

tbhhh now that i say that, that could be how u end up drawing in Benny’s Adventure Team even more, bc they just take all ur quests for collecting ingredients around Mond!!

(u have to actively sneak behind their back and whisper to Katheryne that you want to put in other food quests in other guilds tho, silly kids will absolutely go running around Liyue and crazy shit just to have an adventure and do smth for you + eat ur banger food lol)

omfg the first time u barbecue smth???

the wolves, Razor, and Andrius??? Go feral.

Fischl and Benny who were already on their way to u guys to hang out again start booking it thru the woods, dodging hilichurl camps (thatve since settled down and been v peaceful to the wolves + anyone in the woods of Wolvendom after u started living there)

they knowww ur cookin smth fucking amazing

(and u even have some hilichurls and mitachurl that wander close to Andrius’ edge of the woods to shyly beg for scraps,, u give them a portion)

Razor was actually lookin at u like u hung the stars just for him when u gave him a homemade barbecue sauce to put on his food

(u acc may have done that to Teyvatians according to Andrius + the stories u overheard from Springvale…)

ok but the amount of begging u get for desserts like-

No, Razor u cannot have chocolate cake/cupcakes after every meal, u need to take care of ur teeth

(u use ur collection of mora-monster-donations for comms for more ingredients and living supplies like fabric + furniture, u cant afford dental on top of that for ur boy)

Fischl dutifully declares you the “best chef in the kingdom” and writes down all ur recipes (u have them auto-stored in ur settings obv but it cant hurt to have a physical copy, and they look so happy doing it, u don't have the heart to tell them its not necessary-)

Benny insists on both giving u extra ingredients when he takes ur commissions, and giving u handmade trinkets or weapons for the meals!!

No!! He will not take “im good” for an answer!! ur sharing ur home-cave with him, taking care of his best friend Razor, and now feeding him food better than Liuli Pavilion!!! There’s no way he can just take all that and give nothing back!!!!

and theyre not the only ones getting some food tbh

when the knights begin patroling near Wolvendom and slowly all of Mondstadt to search for their “All God”, u break up the beginnings of a fight between 2 confused knights and the now peaceful hilichurl camp at the edge of Wolvendom

U offer some snacks u were going to give Benny’s Adventure Team when they got back (u made little triangle sandwiches, rice balls, etc. finger foods, and u made plenty extra bc u kno their teenage appetites lol)

the knights and hilichurls nearly cried with appreciation, which made for a hilarious sight when the teens actually showed up lmao

ur wearing ur cloak, bc u dont wanna take on that whole “creator of worlds” title just yet, and the kids helped verify u werent anyone suspicious (Benny + Fischl keep ur godly secret, theyre the best like that 🥰)

the knights just swing by for snacks occasionally (they also either pay u in trade or with mora, theyre not bullies)

another person who gets flavored food privileges is the lazy librarian witch herself

u also sometimes pick Razor up from Lisa’s tutoring and bring “the best tea and tea snacks in the world” along with to share with Lisa and him

(she is also fully aware after awhile of meeting u of what u are, and fully believes this is why the food must be enchanted to be so good, but u dont want to be treated super reverently she can tell, so she keeps ur secret too and is just extra flirty when u come by lol)

(Razor refuses to let his pare- Lupical move out of ur cozy cave to the library, so he sometimes hauls u away when Lisa flirts too much LMAO)

…and the moment you've been waiting for.

Yes, Diluc got to try ur food that night he was searching Wolvendom for signs of the god of Teyvat

tbh Diluc was half-convinced that shit was a fever dream.

a bunch of sleepy wolves, a coffee table in the stone colosseum, a giant spirit wolf licking a big plate clean, the wolf-kid glaring at him, and you.

you with gold eyes, staring right thru his soul, like you already know everything there is to know about him, (like the way Kaeya looked at him that night),

like he doesnt even have to introduce himself

and he doesnt, u just lightly smack Razor’s hands until he gets rid of his claymore w/a pout, since Diluc had long since dropped his,

and grab a plate, piling on what leftovers u could, and turn back around from the coffee table to smile at him, patting the cushion-seat beside u for him to join

The giant glowing wolf licks his lips and watches him, the wolf-kid’s creepily watches him, and you, with eyes gold in teh light of a simmering bonfire just past the table, watch him

he just sits down and begins to eat.

its the best food he’s ever had, its his dad’s favorite dish, but not realistically, but the way memory embellishes a dish so much it can never be tasted again, except its right here. in front of him. u pour some wolfhook juice for him, and offer him a napkin to wipe his mouth and eyes

Diluc visits often after that, obviously.

u give him snacks too, and when he lets the staff try some, Adeline will not stop harassing him abt gettin ur recipes/ingredeints so u get him to pay Fischl to get a copy of their recipe book :)

including blank pages for future entries, and Fischl is literally glowing with happiness, would not stop monologuing abt ur food for weeks (send help Oz wants some peace and quiet sometimes)

Oh Diluc absolutely told the Favonius knights he found you. But he’s not saying where LMAO

Jean is actually begging him, Diluc ik u hate the knights but this is an international investigation-

this is the closest Diluc has ever gotten to getting under Venti’s skin.

when he told him this at Angel’s while bartending, he just casually ofc said this, just his smug little smirk, and the anemo god cracked a glass and everything- esp when he said he tried ur cooking??

he's gotta start looking over his shoulder in the city bc not only is Venti stalking him, the entirety of Mondstadt’s citizens are glaring at him in envy everywhere he goes LMAOO

(Venti now has a bar glass or too on his tab to pay off as well)

mans is literally paying u in weapon/artifact materials/mora to make him lunch one day and Venti nearly lunges over the counter

(Diluc purposefully ate it in front of him 💀)

ur food is the ultimate, “u could make a religion out of this!” /ref

like Diluc fully gives u offerings of ingredients he can pay for shipping from other countries + along with regular materials after grinding in domains

does the rest of Mondstadt + the world find out where u are?

only if Diluc lets them tbh. LMFAO

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hope u have a great weekend and i did this little side story justice for you

Safe Travels BK Trashfire,

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OKAY here is the completely nonserious percy jackson npmd au thats been taking up space in my brain for weeks now because it simply needs somewhere to go:

New campers-

Stephanie Lauter:

I'm not overcomplicating this one: Steph is a daughter of Aphrodite

Solomon Lauter saw the hottest woman at some party where he was campaigning, and he’s is nothing if not ‘passionate’ and successful (by design) so it worked out

As far as Steph knows until her teens her mom ran off on her dad when she was a baby, and that’s fine, she doesn't give a shit, she’s never looked into it

Until, when she’s sixteen (because somehow she’s made it this long) Grace Chasity starts a rumor, her dad sends her to Abstinence Camp and the monster in the woods chases her right into camp halfblood

She gets claimed pretty promptly and Is Not A Fan

She’s thinks it’s pretty sexist and conceited and stupid and problematic for a whileeeee and refuses to look into it any more than ‘pink and pretty and misogynistic’ which like, doesn’t go well for her but she’s nothing if not stubborn

She’s fluent in French because of her mom but she doesn’t know that until she gets to camp and is genuinely so pissed off that the one school subject she thought she was good at isn’t even on her own merit

She’s got some vague appearance manipulation stuff, and once she realizes she does she exclusively uses it to change her hair color and make her eyeliner look good

She’s probably like camp way more if she knew about it earlier but the combo of her had having kept it from her and who her mom is and all the stupid games/worship expectations piss her off and she bails on most of the events/training/campfires out of spite

She definitely uses some close up weapon like a dagger or short sword

Grace Chastity:

Grace is a daughter of Ares 

(Her finding this out goes very poorly)

Im ngl i feel like somehow Ares ended up with Mark Chastity, I refuse to examine this thought but i think Mark Chastity had his first gay experience and woke up the next morning with a baby there somehow because Ares thought it would be hilarious and wanted to see what would happen

She gets chased to camp with Steph from Abstinence Camp and is fucking livid, the whole thing is insanely scareligious and ridiculous and everyone there is going to hell and she is so heated that Ares, once again thinking it’s really funny and slightly proud, claims her on the spot

Grace Chastity is out here with her sacreligious two gay dads

She really resents specifically who her dad is because in her head she is made for peace and love and spreading the word of god, she hates the idea of war or violence on principal, so she spends a lot of time at the strawberry fields or Pegusus stables because she does really like the flying horses :)

She refuses to take place in any camp activities or training and all her siblings hate her

At a certain point she’s able to harness a level of odikinesis (enhancing feelings of hatred and war) and it doesn’t go well

Chiron honestly is forcing her to stick around because he’s REALLY so very nervous about how the fuck it would go to have Grace loose on the mortal world right after she finds everything else

Her weapon is an axe

Obviously

AND THEN we’ve got the established campers-

Peter Spankoffski:

Okay so forgive me for my special little blorbo-fication of my guy but:

Pete’s a son of Nyx

He super fucking shouldn’t be, there aren’t demi-god children of Nyx, just monsters and minor gods, but him and Ted were kind of just… thought experiments? Like she was bored and very curious so she took a really shitty human and had a child with him (Ted) and then, in what Nyx’s head was barely any time at all but in human years was straight up 18 years, has another one (Pete)

Ted raises Pete for a couple years, but children of Nyx in general are just bad omens, and human children of Nyx who probably shouldn’t exist are no exception, so they get hunted down by monsters hard

Ted dies or disappears by the time Pete’s ten or eleven and he ends up at a camp

He’s a year round camper and lives in the hermes cabin because obviously Nyx doesn’t have a cabin (look okay i know that percy fixed that, but that bit of lore where any unclaimed or minor god children live at the hermes cabin is so fucked up and rife with angst and hurt/comfort potential is too much for me to resist so this is a universe where percy jackson does not exist)

His luck is horrible, like it’s a magical demigod ability how horrible his luck is and he’s well on his way to systematically having broken every single one of his bones one by one, they know him so well in the apollo cabin

NO ONE (and I mean NO ONE) likes him and he’s considered a camp wide jinx so he takes one for the team and personally exempts himself from any team events like capture the flag because no one is willing to have him on their side

A lot of newer campers generally assume he’s an Athena kid because he really enjoys learning/strategy/by-the-book stuff because it’s a lot easier than trying to get involved with the more dangerous athletic shit 

Because his mom is the goddess of night he’s very into outer space

His weapon is a bow and arrow, but he’s pretty good with most range weapons/anything that he can calculate aim for 

Ruth Fleming:

Ruth is a daughter of Demeter and she’s pissed about it

Her dad told her about being a demigod a couple years before she went to camp but he didn’t know who her mom was so she got very very into greek mythos and shit and was convinced she was a daughter of Athena or Aphrodite or someone else nine-year-old-girl-cool and was fucking devestated when it was the goddess of farming

Like, she’ll do all the things she’s expected to (helping in the strawberry fields, weeding, etc..) but she’s going to complain about it

She doesn’t even have any cool powers to go with it!!! it’s so unfair >:( 

She’s also involved with the camp’s theater department and is convinced it’s rigged against her because of who her mom is in favor of Apollo and Dionysus kids (in fairness…. it probably is) which is why she’s always stuck on tech 

She’s definitely got a crush of Richie’s dad

She’s a summer only camper for sure, monsters don’t hunt her down for any reason in particular or en mass so she can get away with it and fight off the ones that do, but she does kind of take offense to the fact that even monsters don't want her (even if they’d just kill her) 

Her childhood greek mythology obsession carries over so she knows every dumb little detail about every myth and will bring it up unprompted

Her main weapon is just a celestial bronze sword but i feel like when she first got to camp at 12 she bribed a child of Iris to change the color of it so it looks like… rose gold lmao

Richie Lipschitz:

Richie is a son of Dionysus

And sure, okay, I know what you're thinking: that doesn’t really fit…?

But to that I say oh boy it does, just not for Richie

For his twin brother Trevor however– 

Richie is kind of like the black sheep of his cabin, not that there is many of them, because his brother is perfectly cookie cutter what a Dionysis kid should be (he’s a theater kid, he throws good parties, he’s generally popular) and Richie is not

They both started camp at probably 10-ish, a little earlier than traditional because there were two of them which drew more monsters

His eyes are violet though which he thinks is very cool so he dyes his hair purple to match them

He sorta-kinda has chlorokinesis, specifically for grape and strawberry vines, which a. he also thinks is very cool, and b. he uses as an excuse to get out of training so he can hang out with Ruth

He's also really good at swimming and trying to work up the courage to ask his dad if he'd possibly be able to grant him the ability to turn into a dolphin but just like... only when he wanted tot and he could turn back

He really wishes his was an Apollo kid (though, obviously he’d never say that out loud) because of the artistic stuff, so he sort of just tries to gaslight everyone that because his dad is the god of the Arts that includes physical art like drawing so obviously that’s why he’s good at it

He’s a summer-only camper too but for the dumbest reason; their parents gave the twins a choice, but Trevor wanted to be able to go back to school to do school plays and Richie can’t watch anime at camp so they chose summer only

His weapon is just a normal sword but he’s campaigning to get a child of Hephaestus to make him a Katana

(They’re all three kind of outcasts in terms of their own godly parents, because Ruth and Richie don’t really fit the mold of ‘normal child of [blank]’ and Pete’s kind of just generally disliked because of his parentage, so they all sort of came together as friends out of necessity but now they’re just actually buddies and they hang out)

anyway who knows if ill do anything with this but its FUN and id love to talk about it forever they're just little demigod losers I love them

[pendingtomatoes]

RDR2 Men Top/Bottom Headcanons Part 4 - Kieran, Micah

Beware, this will be NSFW! This is just what's going on in my head, feel free to drop your thoughts as well! While I am writing this with a male partner in mind, I am using gender-neutral language and do not specifically define a partner for each of them!

Fair warning for very kink heavy Micah content!

Kieran - Bottom

Yet another case of do I even need to say it? That boy is a bottom and so sensitive and sweet. I don't think he has a lot of experience with partners, at most some awkward dry humping and a few quick handjobs. But boy, is he eager to learn and please. He'd need some help at first, but he's a fast learner and once he realises that his partner won't cause him any pain, he's all over them. He'd be eager to please his partner, and might need to be held down if they want to take his time cherishing him, especially if they're being especially sweet with him.

He'd be nervous with showing affection around camp for a while, cheeks bright red if his partner sneaks him a kiss when others are around (some folks would make fun of him, but he still couldn't stop smiling). Eventually, he'd become a little more confident, sitting himself on his partner's lap at the campfire (still bright red, though). Similarly, he'd be nervous around sex at first, but becomes more confident with time as he learns that yes, he is enough, and yes, his partner wants to be with him and him alone.

If asked, he might top his partner but he would not propose the idea himself, thanking and praising them profusely while he fucks them. On bottom, he's reduced to begs and whimpers at an alarming speed, gentle kisses and light touches enough to get him hard and shaking. He prefers to have his partner as close as possible, producing a constant stream of pleading noises rather than actual words. Being so sensitive, he'd have to learn not to cum immediately (I imagine that he would shoot off immediately when his partner sucks his cock for the first time, head barely in their mouth when he whimpers and cums). But he doesn't mind the overstimulation, begging so sweetly to be fucked anyways, wanting to make his partner feel good. He'd secretly love leaving hickeys on his partner where people could see them, a little proud that he gets to be the one to do so.

Micah - ???vers???

I have very conflicting feelings about Micah, and his preferences in my mind for topping/bottoming are similarly polarized. I do think it greatly depends on the partner he's with, he has to be forced and broken (consensually) to submit and bottom, which not many people can do. He becomes surprisingly obedient and eager to please in that state, while if he tops he is rough and commanding. Either way though, get ready for some kink.

Micah would only ever admit to topping, if he would admit to queer sex in the first place. He thinks of himself as on top and in charge, and really lets his partner feel that during sex. He doesn't particularly believe in foreplay or aftercare, but he does make sure his partner feels good and gives them an option to stop him before he gets too intense. His version of foreplay is making crass comments in front of the camp, coming onto his partner so strongly nobody should ever overhear it ("Your hole tasted so good last night, mind if I have some more for dinner?"). He enjoys making everyone uncomfortable, but somehow, it works. Given that Micah never sleeps, he prefers to take his partner off into the nearby woods, stuffing a handkerchief into their mouth to keep them quiet. He particularly loves having his partner fully naked on the forest ground, dirtying them up, while he stays fully clothed, only taking his cock out for the other to worship. He'd love fucking someone's face, making them choke and gag until they're drooling and messy, tugging at their hair and manhandling them around. Fucking would be filthy too, Micah would be a big fan of spit as lube and nothing else, enjoying the feeling of his partner struggling to take him. He'd spit on their hole as he's sliding in, spit on their face if he can, lick across their skin to taste their sweat, leaving bitemarks in impossible-to-hide spots. His mouth would be running non-stop, degrading and absolutely filthy, not caring if he's overheard whatsoever. Actually, he'd cherish the opportunity to show off just how much dominance he has over his partner, how much he can rough them up and how much they love it.

Bottom Micah...is rather different. It takes a certain kind of person to break Micah's mind enough to submit, but once he has been put in his place, he slides into submission easily. Whenever he is alone with that person, he'd automatically sit down on his knees on the ground next to them, maybe even resting his head on their thigh if he's feeling particularly confident and sweet. He enjoys receiving the treatment he gives to others, perhaps even more to the extreme. He'd be reduced to the need to worship his partner, mind blank and easily filled with any filthy request. Not that he would ever admit it, but something about being forced to his knees and servicing his partner could make him cum in his denims instantly. He'd polish their boots (with his mouth if ordered to do so), be their ashtray, cockwarm them for hours, drooling all over them while his mind is, for once, perfectly at ease. He'd love being stretched out, always asking for more, begging his partner for their fist, especially adoring the feeling of being loose and used afterwards. He's a lot more mellow after being put into a very submissive headspace, making noises he would never admit to, almost becoming a little clingy. Would he murder anyone that made any comment about it? Absolutely. Does he secretly prefer being used and loved on? Fuck yes.

Also Micah has a piss kink and you can rip that from my cold dead hands.

[neitherabaron]

Really looking forward to the Chris Pine D&D movie, and I want to share some love for the original attempt at a D&D film from 2000!

Make no mistake, this is a so-bad-it’s-good film, with digital effects that are ropey as hell (especially when you consider that Fellowship of the Ring was already in post-production in 2000), a plot so disjointed it barely exists, (including a final battle that the main characters don’t even really take part in) and staggering levels of camp.

But it’s fucking charming.

Jeremy Irons (Scar from The Lion King) is the villain, an evil archmage who wants to overthrow an (not particularly benevolent anyway) empire with a plan that is never really clear but involves dragons?

Just look at this guy:

:readmore:

He walks about like that for the whole film, waggling his fingers slowly so you know he’s the baddie. He has an office where all the furniture and decor is made of human skulls and bones (a real location; I believe it’s a church somewhere?) and likes swooping his cape about. And Jeremy Irons himself is so bored, it’s hilarious. I seem to remember that in the dvd extras he’s interviewed alongside Gary Gygax and pretty much expresses open disdain for the whole process. He’s a serious actor! This is beneath him!

Elsewhere on the supporting cast, we have a henchman with spiky armour and inexplicably blue lips that are always pouting in a way that seems vaguely sexual; Tom Baker(!) as a wood elf Druid who only exists in order to say something vaguely mystic about dragons for 20 seconds before disappearing forever; and Richard O’Brien in full fey bastard mode as a camp thieves’ guild master who challenges the party to…find a crystal…in a deadly maze filled with traps and puzzles. Like in that game show he used to present…I forget the name. I wanna say Diamond Labyrinth? 😂

As for the party, it’s all delightfully one-note characters. We’ve got a rogue? bard? who goes from being a selfish dickhead to altruistic freedom fighter on a dime. Some dialogue suggests he’s some kind of chosen one, but the plot never actually explores or resolves that. Then there’s a wizard who doesn’t like poor people, an elf fighter who doesn’t like anyone, a dwarf who’s so out of it he barely knows he’s there and is never given any character motivation to explain why he’s travelling with these guys; and some dude called Snails, whose personality is…he’s scared? Basically Shaggy without Scooby.

These guys have to save a princess from Jeremy Irons, who wants to kill her because she has friendly dragons or something. But here’s the great thing: the party have very little reason to want to rescue her (most of them as non-mages are actively oppressed and even enslaved by the ruling mage class of which she is the figurehead) and they never actually *meet* her until the very end of the film, after the evil archmage has pretty much already been defeated - by the princess and her dragons btw, not the party, who basically teleport a magic wand to her and then just watch.

They rescue her because in order for the film to be a film, there needs to be an end goal, even if it’s totally arbitrary. And that’s what I love. Isn’t that just so reflective of a slightly haphazard campaign of Dungeons & Dragons with a party that’s hastily thrown together?

And there are more similarities that compound this feeling of watching some randoms play a home campaign. The plot as I mentioned is disjointed. It’s not a series of events that flows or has any kind of pacing - the movie is a series of 15 minute adventures that don’t really connect to each other or build to the ending. As if the director is a dungeon master arbitrarily stringing together modular adventure sourcebooks! Let’s storm a castle for reasons! Great, now let’s raid a tomb. No, I don’t know why. At one point a party member just bounces from the plot and is never seen again, just like that player in your group who never shows up and you all just move on.

It’s like the writers transcribed a home campaign, warts and all, into script form and then somehow successfully pitched it as a B-movie. Though the Chris Pine version will doubtlessly be a much better movie, Dungeons & Dragons (2000) is perhaps the most accurate possible dramatic presentation of D&D as it actually is in practice for most people playing it. What could be more charming than that?

[l0nesome-dreams]

It’s that time again, fucking depressing lore art. Comes with some music too so you can sob with me💀✨This one is pretty self explanatory… I won’t go any further because I’ll start crying again…

The scene is written below

They’d scouted the area with no sign of separatist action.

“No separatists in sight commander. I think we’re clear to camp out here for the time being.” Valkyrie exclaimed.

It didn’t take long for camp to be set up as evening approached. A fire was going and conversation was flowing. 

“Did you see me take out that trandoshan? He came at me and he was this close to cutting my head clean off!” Rhino said, holding his forefinger and thumb up to show the close distance. 

“Sure vod’ika.” Bronco says, clapping his brother on the shoulder.

Rhino made an annoyed face swatting at his brother who proceeded to put him in a headlock. Laughter rumbled from around the fire as the rest of the squadron watched the scene unfold. Lee had been sitting between Bronco and Horus when the tussle broke out. She shot up onto her feet the instant Bronco went after his brother. She was laughing alongside her men when she caught Voorpret looking at her mid conversation with the general. He blushed madly realizing he’d been staring and turned back to Taleed acting like he’d been listening. Lee sauntered over to the pair greeting Taleed first then her husband. 

“The men have settled in well it would seem,” Taleed said, smiling at the clones across the camp site laughing with one another, “It’s always good to see them like this. You all deserve a normal life after this war.” the tall togruta said. 

Voorpret made a face, it almost looked like longing but Lee couldn’t quite fully register it. They slowly made their way back over to where most of the men were.

“As the war dies down from here, whatever happens know that you and your brothers are always welcome in my family.” Taleed said bowing slightly to the commander. 

Voorpret returned the bow. 

“Thank you general, I will keep your proposal in mind.” Voorpret said standing at full height now. 

Lee went to speak but was interrupted by Voorpret’s comm chiming. He answered and the hologram of the person appeared. Lee felt something in her heart tighten and she looked over towards Taleed, he must have felt it too. A disturbance in the force. 

“Commander.” The raspy voice that seemed all too familiar said, his cloaked figure concealing his face, “The time has come. Execute order 66.” It was the chancellor himself. 

Voorpret drew his blasters pointing them at the general and Lee both. The clones that had been waiting around too drew their weapons. Voorpret’s hands shook as he held his weapon up.

“Stay back,” He hissed through gritted teeth, “back!”

“Whatever happens, don't turn back, keep running.” Taleed said through Lee’s mind. 

Voorpret was fighting something, something Lee couldn’t help. A single shot fired, but it wasn’t from Voorpret’s blaster but one of the other soldiers. Lee ignited her sabers deflecting the shots as Taleed did. 

“Buir go!” Lee screamed, deflecting as much of the fire as she could as she backed away from the clones. 

Taleed hesitated for a moment, so did Lee and that was all the time for a single blaster shot to land a strike on Lee. It seared the flesh on her shoulder knocking one of her sabers from her hand. 

“Go!” Lee said using her uninjured arm to deflect the continuous shots. 

Taleed did listen this time and disappeared into the woods. Another shot scorched Lee’s leg causing her to lose her balance barely regaining her footing again and she stumbled. She cried out in desperation and she swung her saber madly deflecting more and more rounds. She needed to get out before she was completely surrounded. She missed another blaster shot this time it went right through her torso. 

It was as if time itself froze. Lee’s ears rang, her vision faltered, and she could feel her heart racing within her. She exhaled shakily, helplessly clutching her wound as her knees buckled beneath her.

Her other saber hit the ground, her body soon following. She wasn’t dead, but she could feel her body giving up. The blaster fire had stopped and she heard muffled orders being given. Tears streamed from her eyes as the pain suddenly struck her. They never said dying hurt this bad. She couldn’t move, all she could do was endure the pain until her body failed her and died. She heard her name spoken, almost a whisper. Then it was repeated, louder, and more urgent. A figure of a man hovering over her, the faint registration of a hand touching her face. 

“Fives?” Lee said, reaching up to cup the man's face.

She felt tears, wet and warm on her hands. No this wasn’t Fives. She wasn’t dead quite yet. Not just yet. Her eyes wouldn’t focus, but she could feel the scars on his face as she traced his features. 

“No cyare. Not Fives.” He said, his voice breaking, “I’m sorry. Just please don’t leave, not yet. Just wait a little longer.” 

Lee could no longer feel anything, the pain had become the only thing. She no longer felt her sensation of her hand touching his face nor the tears that ran down his face. 

“I’m tired.” Lee said, closing her eyes. 

“No mesh’la you can’t fall asleep you have to stay awake for me.” He said, trying to keep his voice even though it was breaking. 

She fought with everything she had left, even though her body was telling her that she should give up and succumb to death. 

“I love you.” She mouthed, she wasn’t even sure if she had spoken, but based on the pain visible in Voorpret’s eyes he understood. 

Two figures came up behind Voorpret hauling him up. Lee watched helplessly as Voorpret was dragged away from her. She could barely register Voorpret fighting back against the two figures, his screaming muffled. Her vision focused slightly when she turned her head towards the LAATs that had landed. Voorpret had his hands handcuffed behind his back and his brothers were holding him back as the doors shut. Lee forced her head to face back up towards the sky, it was dark now, the stars stunning as ever on this desolate planet. She sat there reaching out into the stars for anything, anyone that might hear her dying body. 

 Lee wasn’t aware of how long it had been since they’d left her there. She wanted to feel bitter towards her men, towards what had just happened, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She knew they couldn’t do anything about it, orders were orders. She cried, not because of the pain, but for her men, for the clones. She knew that they didn’t have a say in what had just happened, or anything that had happened or will happen to them. Fives had been right, Lee never doubted it, but now that it was actually happening it was too real to believe. He’d warned her, he had, but he wasn’t there to protect her nor tell her of the danger. He was gone. And now all Lee could hope was she’d see him once more very soon. 

She closed her eyes now, her breathing slowing slightly. When she opened them she wasn’t lying in the grass beneath the stars anymore, but standing in a cafe. It was relatively empty, but a figure sat in one of the booths. Lee approached the table, sucking in a breath when she realized who it was as she drew nearer. She paused and the man she loved, and still loved turned to face her. He was wearing civis, simple pants with a tight t-shirt and a light jacket. His smile reached the corners of his eyes, his warm eyes just as full of life as the last time Lee had looked into them, and his iconic goatee still complimenting his features. 

“Are you just gonna stand there looking like a bantha caught in the headlights?” He chuckled standing to his feet now. 

Lee didn’t hesitate, throwing herself into his arms. She could feel the beating of his heart, the warmth radiating from his skin, his lips against her temple. 

“I missed you so much.” Lee sobbed into his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt. 

“I know, but you can’t stay with me just yet.” He tilted her face up by her chin making her look him in the eyes, “You still have a whole life ahead of you.” 

The shock dissipated from her, but she continued to sob into his chest.

“But I want to stay here with you. I don’t want to go back to that stupid universe without you in it.” She exclaimed, her voice almost pleading. 

Fives smiled cupping Lee’s face gently with both of his hands, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. 

“I was just a piece in the puzzle of your life, and if force allowed I would crawl out of my grave and back into your arms in an instant. However if I never had died you would have never fallen in love with Voorpret, or saved all of those people, or became the person you are now. I will always be with you mesh’la, you were the love of my life in the physical world, and you still are now even if I am gone.” He said. 

Lee sighed heavily, calming herself. What he said was true, she had to go back, she couldn’t just leave all of those people who loved her or the world that needed her. 

“Okay,” She said, “I’ll go back.” 

Fives’s smile never left his features, his hands sliding down Lee’s body to rest on her waist.

“That's my girl.” He said, resting his forehead against Lee’s. 

He tilted his head ever so slightly bringing his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. 

Lee’s eyes closed, melting into the sensation of her lover once more. She thought she’d never feel his touch again, express her undying love for him, or see his handsome face again. But here she was, in the world between worlds, giving him the goodbye she never got to give him.

“I love you.” Fives said, pulling away slightly, his lips brushing against Lee’s as he spoke. 

When Lee parted from him and opened her eyes she was met by the stars once more. She was still alive, but just barely. The warmth around her was gone and she felt the cold wind billow through the grass and over her skin. 

She didn’t know what brought her to do it, but she sat up. Maybe it was Fives helping her stand, whatever it was she got up. Most people would have already died, but Lee, Lee took a step, and then another until she reached the treeline. Like she’d predicted, Taleed was nearby. He’d been waiting until the coast was clear before he would go in search of Lee. The deep blue togruta approached Lee, catching her as her body collapsed. 

Lee awoke some time later laying in one of the tents they’d set up earlier in the night. Her wounds had been patched up best Taleed could do considering the equipment he possessed. 

“It’s good to have you back lil’un,” Taleed said, “you’re in pretty bad shape, I did the best I could to patch you up.” He sat down on the ground next to the makeshift cot where Lee lay. 

Lee groaned in pain as she turned to slightly face Taleed. 

“Thank you buir.” Lee said fondly, offering a pained smile.

Taleed nodded. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t come for you sooner. Is there anything I can get you?” He said softly.

Lee shook her head. 

“I’m alright. Just tired and hurting.” She turned her head back towards the ceiling. 

“Tomorrow I’ll go into the nearby village to gather supplies and see if any of the locals have a proper place to stay. For now we will stay here at camp, its the safest option right now.” The man said. 

“I’ll be alright here then, it’ll give me time to rest and heal.” Lee said quietly, closing her eyes. 

“I’ll be outside meditating if you need me.” Taleed said getting up and exiting the tent. 

Lee drifted off to sleep once more, tomorrow was a new day and Lee accepted it with open arms. 

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[izzy-b-hands]

"He never goes hiking alone again," Stede says. "That's thing one that we'll need to address."

"He didn't 'go hiking'," Izzy scoffs. "He ran out of gas and went walking to get more, and probably wound up going the wrong way."

"That's a kind of hiking, because this is a mountain!"

"That's...it can't work like that!"

Their Lyft driver seems all too glad to drop them off at the base of the trail. Ed's car is parked incredibly shittily (presumably because of the running out of gas, otherwise he'd better have some other excuse), but Ed himself is nowhere to be seen.

"Where does it show his phone?" Stede reaches for Izzy's phone.

"It shows as close as it can to the nearest tower, aka this mountain, the same as it did on the way here," Izzy leans back, phone in his outstretched hand. "And you don't need my phone to know that!"

"Just let me look!"

Why is the tire iron on the ground?"

Stede turns back to Ed's car. "Huh. Odd, right? The tires look fine."

"We should get going and find him. The text that he was out of gas and finding a place to stop was hours ago-"

Stede walks away from him and picks up the iron. "There's blood on this."

--

"How long has it been since you've done this?"

Of course Bonnet doesn't know. They share Ed, sure, and fuck each other, but it doesn't go beyond that, and this is why. He doesn't fucking listen.

"Last weekend," Izzy sighs. "Jim and I tried a new trail. Remember? They sent an email out with pictures to everyone?"

"Because I love a good nature walk, but this seems like it might be more intense," Stede continues. "We'll weather it together though."

"As if there's any other choice."

"What was that?"

"I said," Izzy panics. "Don't raise your voice. Um. Cougars."

"Are there any here?"

"Why would I know?"

"Why wouldn't you?!"

Izzy fights the urge to throw himself or Stede off the mountain. Besides, at such a low height, the fall would barely maim them, let alone kill them.

"Jim and I stick to trails with posted signage, so we know from that what to look out for."

"No research beforehand? That's a dangerous game, Izzy."

Again, he thinks of the brush smashing into his face, if he would simply fall over and start rolling sideways now.

"We don't have to talk," Izzy sighs.

"No, I suppose we don't. Just... it's a nice distraction."

It is. Ed is probably fine, but finding a tire iron with blood on it isn't the most encouraging sign either.

That, and he hasn't texted again. Not even after they both texted him, called, at Stede's insistence tried a video call too.

His phone might just be dead.

"I read a good book for this situation," Stede continues. "Have you ever read Hatchet?"

"...probably?"

"Then you know the secrets to basic survival as well!"

"Oh," Izzy says. "No, I don't think... it's a kid's book, right? Not a bad one, I mean, but-"

"Here in the States they have Boy Scouts, maybe Ed's run into some of them! That would be good luck."

"They don't prowl the woods in packs!"

"But they do camping trips! I loved reading about that as a kid. Yeah, we had our version, but back then the American version was the It Thing-"

Izzy splutters. "They're people's children! They don't just wander the woods ceaselessly!"

A branch snaps.

"We should probably get a move on," Stede mutters. "It'll be dark soon."

--

"Everyone is going to ask why we didn't call the police first," Izzy says. "And I do start to wonder why we didn't."

"Would they go out this soon for an adult? I didn't think the Americans did that."

"The sooner we leave this country, the better," Izzy grumbles. "I know, ultimately the work project has been a good one. But you own everything to do with it now, so you can move us back home, or somewhere that isn't here at least."

"I admit that would be nice," Stede sighs. "Should we stop, eat and rest for a moment?"

"It's getting darker by the minute, can we really afford to lose that time?"

They press onwards.

--

"If there was no sign warning of animals," Bonnet whispers. "Then there probably aren't any here. That logic tracks."

"Does it?"

"Kiss me as a distraction?"

"We don't have time for-"

A huff of breath.

"Don't run," Izzy murmurs. "Just keep walking."

"I'd really rather die making out, if I must die out here-"

"I know, but shhh!"

"Izzy-"

Something crashes behind them, and he grabs Stede's hand.

"Run ahead, and find. Well, if it's a bear actually going higher won't work and-"

Something heavy thunks him in the back.

"What the fuck?"

"Oh!" Ed's voice emerges from the shadow. "It is you guys. Oh my god! This-it'll be funny once I tell you-I thought you two were some, I don't even know, out here to murder me!"

Ed cackles, and holds up his hunting knife. "I nearly smacked this into the back of your neck, thinking I was protecting myself! Holy shit, wow, fuck, actually that. That could have been bad. Oh god-"

"Let's put that back in the sheath," Stede says softly, taking the knife from Ed. "Glad you carry it though, considering how dangerous this area seems. And right by the highway!"

"Where else would...nature doesn't-" Izzy rolls his eyes. "Never mind. But he's right. Good that you have it, though thank you for not outright stabbing me."

"What about the tire iron?" Stede asks. "We found it and I touched it and oh my fingerprints are on it, Ed-"

"There was a snake," Ed interrupts. "So I beat it to death with the tire iron."

"I didn't see any remains of a snake."

Izzy shakes his head. "Nothing. Maybe an animal-"

"Oh no," Ed says. "You know how I am with snakes. He was beaten, to death, and into pieces, and then oblivion."

Izzy blinks. "When did you last eat?"

"Lunchtime."

"We need to get out and get you food."

--

"You know," Stede says as they drive down the dark highway, towards the nearest open diner. "I didn't hate that. I hated the reason we were out there, of course, because I was worried about Ed. But the actual walk..."

"You don't want to do that again."

"Did you really hate it?"

"...no. The quiet bits, both of us not snapping at each other, those were relaxing. I'd just rather not be out there because we're rescuing Ed."

There's a snore in the backseat. Not surprising, because Ed fell asleep even before AAA got to them with more gas. He's probably out even harder now.

Stede smiles. "Well then. I'm free this next weekend."

"Oh-"

"You're free this next weekend-"

"I am-"

Stede shrugs. "If you'd rather not..."

"I didn't say no. Just...not this trail."

"Oh god, no, we'll go to a different one. A better one. With a field to lay in."

"You have a fetish for being covered in ticks?" Izzy asks. "Because out here-"

"Ah, that's right. We'll just have to fuck in the car before and after I guess."

"I guess we will."

[littleperilstories]

The Prince of Thieves: A House is Not a Home

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Warnings: Family conflict/estrangement, mention of arrest and execution, fear/worry

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A House is Not a Home

Teaser: Breathless worry keeps me paralyzed and awake for a few minutes—what if someone else comes in?—but as exhaustion tugs at the strings of my body and mind, it eventually pulls me down into the depths of uneasy sleep.

Colette

Climbing the trellis is as easy as I remember.

Creeping around to the back of the house was a little tricky, but it’s close to noon now, and most folks in this neighbourhood are either busy eating their midday meal or at work. Thankfully, that means no one is around to watch me scale the wall.

The real concern: Is the window unlocked?

She hasn’t left her window flung wide open, that’s for sure—too cold for that now, this side of the autumn equinox.

She’s never locked me out before. It’s been a long while, though. Perhaps too long.

I pause on her balcony to catch my breath and listen for shouts of alarm. No voices, however, creep through the walls from within, nor do I hear any concerned neighbours howling about a robber.

With trembling fingers, I press against the glass.

It’s not locked.

Warmth envelopes me as soon as I slip into her cluttered bedroom, the faint but familiar smell of perfume tickling my nose. How tempting it is to flop onto the lush mattress, her four-poster bed worlds away from my cot at home. I resist the urge, though, instead tiptoeing across the room to her vanity. There—on the mirror, hung with string from one of the ornate gilt curlicues that adorn its edges, is a child’s drawing of two girls, hand-in-hand and smiling widely. A quick motion has the paper flipped so the bare, unmarked side faces outwards.

Now, on to the next challenge: opening the damned squeaky door without attracting anyone’s attention.

Before either of us were born, Verity’s bedroom used to be the servants’ quarters. It became her chamber once she left the nursery, but there is one little room, retained after a long-ago renovation and hopefully still unused, that suits my needs. The perfect place to camp out for a while.

If Will talks, and no doubt he’s going to give in at some point, he’ll lead the constabulary straight here.

Guilt nudges against me. Now that we’ve left our house in the city, Jamie and Geoff might actually be camping out in the woods. Perhaps they’re squatting in that old cabin we found last year—a risky move, though, if it’s now occupied or being used by hunters.

Truly, I’ve no idea where they’ve gone; we agreed not to share our locations. Just in case.

Keeping our hiding places secret from one another is an entirely pointless endeavour when there’s only three of us, because separating Jamie and Geoff is impossible. No one can even suggest it without bringing a slightly feral look into Geoff’s eyes. If their spot gets compromised, they’ll both go down: dragged away or killed in some idiotic, supposedly romantic blaze of glory. It’ll just be me left in their wake.

And then what?

Still. I’m grateful for one thing, at least, and it’s that if Jamie and Geoff don’t know I’m here, they can’t ask questions about why I’m here.

Christ, Colette, you’ve had a secret, big, warm house waiting for you this whole fucking time and you never said a damn thing?

The door to the old room squeaks, just as I expected. By the time I make it inside, I’m drenched in sweat—not from exertion but from sheer anxiety. Everyone is downstairs, though, and I hear no frantic footsteps storming my way.

Good, because I’m fucking exhausted.

There’s not much in here but some old clothes—perhaps outgrown or declared out of fashion by Verity or my stepmother. They lie heaped on an old chair whose splintered leg makes it obviously unsafe to sit upon. I pile the clothes into a makeshift bed on the floor, giving each one a good kick in case anything with wings, tails, or too many legs lurks within their folds. When I’m satisfied that my sleeping spot isn’t going to start chewing on me, I finally let myself sink into my nest. A deep red cloak, stained along its hem with old mud, makes a perfect blanket.

Breathless worry keeps me paralyzed and awake for a few minutes—what if someone else comes in?—but as exhaustion tugs at the strings of my body and mind, it eventually pulls me down into the depths of uneasy sleep.

~~~

Gentle knocking wakes me, tapping against the walls of shifting, dizzy dreams.

“You in there?”

At first, I can’t remember where I am or how I got here or whose voice is disturbing me. The question repeats. “Lettie? You in there?”

There’s only one person in the entire world who’s allowed to call me Lettie.

“I’m here.” This—this is the hardest part, every time. The moment before Verity opens the door, and I don’t know who else, if anyone, is on the other side. Until the door creaks open, I can only accept that I am at her mercy and hope with all my heart that, this time, she hasn’t decided to rat me out.

She squints through the dimness, surveying me with a mix of joy and concern. “It’s been so long.” My stepsister clutches a candle, spilling warm light across the floor, illuminating the surely amusing sight of me sprawled amongst her old dresses. “Why? I’ve missed you.”

Those three words are all it takes to send tears streaming down my cheeks.

Her eyes widen. “No, I—what? Why are you crying? Lettie, I—” Abandoning her candle a safe distance from my bed, she drops to her knees and flings her arms around me. “Colette? What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? If only she knew. What isn’t wrong? I gasp for breath, trying to quell this embarrassing display I had not fucking intended on performing, and Verity lets me wait to answer. “I’m fine. I… I’ve just missed you, too.”

She strokes my hair, sisterly worry on her face. “You’re too thin. Have you been eating enough?And look at you. You need a bath. You’ve got leaves in your hair, did you know? Don’t you take care of yourself when you’re away? Where have you been?”

The barrage is annoying and comforting at once; we have the same conversation every time I come back here. She is well aware that I won’t tell her where I go when I’m not creeping into her room through the window. “Verie. You know what I’m going to say.”

“I know, I know, but…” She sighs. “But everytime, I hope things will be different. That’s… That’s all right, right?”

I squeeze her hand but don’t give an answer. I love this about my sister. She never lets go of that hope.

Brushing a curl of hair off my forehead, Verity says, “I’ll go find you some food when it won’t arouse too much suspicion. What would you like?”

“I don’t mind,” I say. It’s the truth. Whatever she brings will be delicious. And perfect. And needed. “Do you think you can get me some water, though?” I wrestle with the one bag I brought with me, searching for my flask.

The smile she gives as she takes it is tinged with sadness. “Of course, Lettie.”

Silence surrounds me again once she’s gone. This time, she leaves the door ajar. Snuggling deeper into my nest, I think again of Jamie and Geoff. I hope they’re keeping warm. I hope they’re safe. If they got caught, I wouldn’t even know—I might not even find out until word spread. Or until the execution notice went up.

The very thought sends a shiver down my spine.

When Verity returns and hands me a plate piled high with far too much food—dried apples, bread with jam, a boiled egg, and syrupy stewed plums, she settles into my makeshift bed, cuddling next to me despite the fact that I am, indeed, covered in grime. Her blue dress, pale-and-dark hues criss-crossed in dainty plaid, will catch smudges easily if she’s not careful, but that doesn’t stop her. “I miss you,” she says again.

Plum syrup oozes across the plate, threatening to drown the egg in sugary liquid. When was the last time I was this close to something so sweet? “I miss you too, Verie.” There is comfort in repeating these lines to one another. We are actors, locked in these eternal theatrics. I know she believes she wants to break away from the stage, but she has no idea how much safer she is within the confines of our little script. “Thanks for always leaving the window unlocked.”

“You know I’d never lock you out. Or turn you away.” Her serious gaze meets mine. “Will you ever tell me?”

The tattoo on my arm burns. “No.”

“Why not? Are you in trouble?”

Only if we get caught. “No.”

I can feel the curiosity rolling off her in waves, but she drops the subject…only to move right on to another one that’s arguably even worse. “Are you ever going to come home?”

Shaking my head before she’s even finished asking, I repeat, “No.”

Of course, that’s not the answer she wants to hear. “Things are different, you know. He…he misses you. Greatly. He still looks so sad sometimes. Stares out the—”

It takes a great deal of self-control not to slap my palms over my ears. I can’t listen to such things. “Verie. I just can’t.”

For so many reasons.

Coming home for real, for good, would invite my little sister into the life I’ve flung myself into, and I cannot do that to her. If Verity somehow got caught up in IA…if she ever got hurt, or arrested, or god forbid, executed, I would never forgive myself.

I would rather die.

Better to keep our stories separate, and if that means I only ever see her in sceret, in the times where I need somewhere to stay, curled in the spare chamber attached to her bedroom, then so be it.

And no matter what she says, some wounds don’t heal. If his sadness and guilt are festering still, six years later, that’s his problem. Not mine.

“He loves you,” she says softly.

I don’t care.

He looked me in the eye, told me I would do as he said, that I would marry some nice boy to run his mill after he was gone, looked at me as if I couldn’t be trusted take his place myself, and when I told him no, that I was never going to marry anyone, that I should be the one to inherit the business—

The look on his face.

And then the revelation, long locked behind tightly closed lips, of why I was such a disappointment, why I should marry, why I should become someone else’s problem.

You’re not even my flesh and blood.

A secret, only mine to know and yet kept from me until I was eighteen years old. I don’t even know who your real father was. For all I know, he was some worthless piece of shit. She never said. A secret that died with my mother. In a moment of rage, he hurled it at me like a weapon. An arrow straight through the heart.

I left, swearing I would never come back.

That oath turned out to be a lie, but I have not laid eyes on my father—or rather, the man who is not my father—nor he on me, in six years.

“I’ve made you sad,” Verity says. “You’ve barely touched your plums.”

Blinking back tears, I offer the plate back to her. “Want to help?”

“No,” she says, but after a moment, she plucks one of the sticky treats off the china with her bare fingers and pops it into her mouth. “Won’t you tell me something that’s bothering you? Perhaps I can help.”

A beautiful soul, my sister. Caring and kind and sweet and so naive.

“I lied to a friend,” I say. This truth, at least, is harmless enough—well, harmless to her—to share. “I did it to avoid hurting him. But it was wrong. And I know it was wrong.” And now I’m trapped. “If I tell him, he’ll be hurt that I lied, and he’ll be hurt by what I have to say.”

“This friend, is he a beau?”

I wrinkle my nose. “Ugh. No, never. He’s a dear friend, that’s all. And he has someone, anyway.” Rolling my eyes, nudging her with my elbow, I say, “Pay attention. Help me assuage some of my guilt.”

“Can’t do that,” she says gently, and I hate her for being right. “You ought to tell him whatever it is you lied about.”

“I know.” The thought makes me feel ill. “I don’t know when I’ll see him next.”

“He’s away? Travelling?”

Her wild guessing makes me giggle. “Not exactly.”

Verity swipes another plum from my plate. “I do not understand your life, Lettie.”

“Good.” I lay my dusty hand on her cheek, my throat aching. “I hope you never do.”

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"Harry, I- I'm so sorry..." Louis stutters out, trying to keep his voice level and even, to portray a depiction of strength, but with the way Harry is looking at him, staring at him like he has a personal passage way straight to Louis' soul, it's so hard, nearly impossible. That simple opening phrase, that short introductory acknowledgement that is often rushed out so easily, painlessly, at a safe distance. Giving a doctor the ability to portray empathy without true emotion, without feeling the full brunt and sheer force of the underlying pain itself. But Louis feels it, he feels the crushing agony laced behind the phrase, he feels the weight of the painful words, slipping from his lips, the cause and effect that the three-word expression holds. The distantly empty "I'm so sorry" that doctors through out in self-preservation, isn't at all empty for him. Louis recognizes it, he understands it, he feels it. ✚☤✚ a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together.

❥ one breath at a time [427k WIP] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"Louis, I know it's hard, but I need you to focus and tell me exactly what happened, ok?" Louis is shaking uncontrollably, his hands, his heart, his mind, nothing is stable, nothing is ok. He feels untethered, boundless in time, yet paradoxically his entire life is torturously bound to this very moment. Absolutely nothing he tells his mind serves to calm his racing thoughts, he commands his body to move and his body betrays him, commands lips to speak, but no words form. All Louis can do is blindly stare at the sickeningly heavy blood coating his arms, dripping to his trembling fingers. Tears ceaselessly pour down his cheeks despite how hard he squeezes his eyes shut, trying desperately to calm himself enough to utter a sound. An he can't breathe, despite all of his failed efforts to catch his wandering breath and gasp a much-needed lungful of oxygen, his diaphragm constricts further still, suffocating him from the inside out. breathe, breathe, breathe Louis forces a sharp inhale that hurts as the breath expands his stilted lungs, god it hurts. Like stabbing his chest with a serrated knife, dragging the jagged blade through his heart over and over and over again until there is nothing left.

❥ These Hallowed Woods [36k] ♡ snowcaplou

Before he can allow himself to feel bad for himself, Harry is coming back into the cave. He's changed into his wolf form and hanging from his bloody maw is the largest bear pelt that Louis has ever seen. The first thought that enters his mind is how. How did Harry manage to kill something so big when his best trackers can barely find scraps in these woods. The second thought the flies through his mind is: Oh fuck. Because Harry has just laid a pelt at his feet. There's no mistaking what is happening any longer. Harry has just presented Louis with an invitation for courtship. OR Louis becomes Luna of the Tomlinson Pack after the untimely death of his father, the Pack Alpha. Saddled with his newfound responsibility and an unpleasantly demanding pack council, he finds secret respite in the arms of a rogue wold that camps out just outside his territory. The only problem? The rogue has no idea who Louis actually is, and as Louis falls harder and harder for the man he escapes to every night, the weight of his lies steers him along a path of certain misery.

❥ Back to the Beginning [857k] ♡ LHStylinson

Prequel to All About Us. After Harry and Louis share some of their story with the boy that stole their daughter's heart we go back to where it all started. From the very beginning they fall in love and we see their lives without their kids and watch as their relationship is tested. The struggle of becoming teen parents and then turning their lives into what they have in All About Us.

❥ When You Least Expect It [182k] ♡ LHStylinson

Harry and Louis' son is on a journey of self discovery and figuring out his own sexuality, with some very unexpected turns for the Tomlinson family along the way.

❥ Take Your Time [247k] ♡ LHStylinson

Rosie Tomlinson is the third oldest of the Tomlinson kids and seems to have broken the tradition of falling in love by 18. It's her first year of uni and she still hasn't held a boy's hand, hasn't had a real first kiss. When she does meet a boy though she knows bringing him home won't be easy. Her dad (Louis) will be even more overprotective than he was over her older sister, Alexis. But at least Rosie has her pop (Harry) as help to somewhat keep her dad from losing his head.

❥ A Darker Shade of Love [751k] ♡ LittleSpoonStyles94

Louis is a 30 year old multi-billionaire with a very dark past. He is violent and is a sadist with a taste for pain. Harry Styles is a 19 year old student who sets out to London after being kicked out by his homophobic father to follow his dreams. He wants to go to the best University to study but he needs a lot of money so he starts to work as a part time stripper at a gay club to support his studies and his life. The club he works at, Garland's, is part owned by Louis Tomlinson. When they meet, its life changing for the both of them.

❥ Compass to my Soul [31k] ♡ LadyLondonderry ♡ Espanol

Harry Styles, alpha, is 1/4 of the perfect pack, and 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time touring the world with his best friends and family. Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don't notice him.

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aaand cynic's biography.

NAME: Cynic the Deft-Hand RACE: hedgehog, biracial / wood elf & nord inspired CLASS: dual class - rogue / thief ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral PLACE OF ORIGIN: small fishing village that has now been turned into a bandit hideout, just on the outskirts of riften's hold RELIGION: apathetic towards most most religions as a result of feeling out of place with his own heritage OCCUPATION: a rogue dragonborn SKILLS & PERKS: ★★★☆☆ one handed (dual wielding focused) ★★★★☆ sneak ★★★★★ speech (persuasion, intimidation, & seduction) ★★★☆☆ light armor ★★★☆☆ archery ★★★☆☆ lockpicking ★★★★★ pickpocket SPELLS (if any): one (1) destruction spell…frost SHOUTS (if any): MID VUR SHAAN - battle fury ZUN HAAL VIIK - disarm FAAS RU MAAR - dismay SU GRAH DUN - elemental fury ZUL MEY GUT - throw voice WULD NAH KEST - whirlwind sprint WEAPONS: two ebony swords elven dagger long bow (weak paralysis enchantment) ARMOR & APPAREL: chitin armor + minor health enchantment chitin boots + minor stamina enchantment chitin arm guards + minor lockpick enchantment thieves guild hood amulet of kynareth ring of khajiit (artifact of mephala) wearer is faster and harder to detect while sneaking. also grants temporary invisibility. POTIONS: fuck ton of health & stamina potions bc this idiot never learned restoration or alteration cure disease potions fortify carry weight potions INVENTORY: lots of stolen items that he's quick to pawn off, typically jewelry & gemstones stolen food & mead torch, journal, ink pen, lock picks, trip wires, bed roll BACKSTORY: - grew up in small fishing village on the outskirts of riften hold. mother was very neglectful & not good to him. cynic had to learn from an early age to survive on his own, which lead to him being a good sneak & pickpocket. - home was ransacked by bandits & he was captured as a boy. they kept him alive because he proved to be a slippery little fox that could be useful for future heists - bandit leader threw him into a pit full of saber cats to test his strength durability, this is how cynic got his scars. he prevailed but just barely. as a reward the leader tossed cynic his mother's kynareth amulet - ran with the bandits for a few years, they taught him everything he knows. they would often throw him into suicide missions and other challenging situations because they didnt want to do it themselves, cynic had no choice but to swallow his fear if he wished to survive. - at one point he gets captured by the whiterun guards and thrown into dragonskeep. it is there where he comes across the ring of khajiit and hears the voice of mephala, daedric prince of manipulation & sower of discord begin to speak to him. she reveals that the bandit leader betrayed him and is responsible for his capture, and that said bandits had no intention to come looking for him. rightfully angry, cynic donned the ring of khajiit and used his wits to break out of prison & made his way back to the bandit camp. begrudgingly welcomed back with open arms, cynic waited until night fall before slaying every single bandit in their sleep & proceeding to go his own way as a rogue thief. - eventually discovers that he is dragonborn, winds up using these gifts for his own gain. mephala also still occasionally speaks to him because she's 👀 @ the fact that he's dragonborn & wants him to become her new champion. cynic keeps leaving her on read.

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Chapter 2:

Tell Me It's Just A Dream ...Fuck

Despite being told you have a choice it didn't feel like it. The creature was right; no one would believe you. You have no idea what they'll do to you or where they'll take you. You figured you should let -someone- know you won't be back for a while. Pulling yourself to your feet proved quite painful, but nothing was broken as far as you could tell. After getting turned around once or twice and nearly tripping, you return to camp. You'd left your phone behind. Once you find it, you hold your breath as you press the power button hoping it'll turn on.

"Fifteen percent, thank god… just one call" The ringtone barely has time to buzz the other side of the line when he answers.

"Y/N! Are you okay!?" Hearing a friendly put you at ease. Much to Jason's dismay, you just sat there soaking in his sound. He rambles off a bunch of apologies for not being able to prevent you from ending up where you were. "Y/n? Please answer… anything. So I know it's you actually there."

"Hi," you sniffle, "I'm here, Jason."

"Thank you. Jerk, I thought you were dead." You could hear a faint chuckle. You smile and wipe a tear from your eye.

"Yeah," you return the half-hearted laugh, "I thought so too." You clear your throat, "Hey, um.. They already gave me a new place to go. Don't need a medic if the bodies almost never come back… but it's top secret, so I can't tell you where-"

"Do you know for how long?"

"Ummm.. n-no. I don't. I promise I'll try to send at least a letter, okay?" It took everything not to give in to the tears. Your throat hurt from straining to sound calm, "Jason?"

"Yes, Y/n?"

"Tell my family I love them."

"I will. I love you, Y/n."

"You're the bestest friend I could have ever asked for… I love you," you end the call. Shortly after, your phone dies. You spent the next hour or two crying yourself to sleep.

"Figured you didn't have that many places to run to, but here" the creature shrugs.

As promised, a gentle hand grabs your shoulder at midnight to wake you.

"How'd you find me?" Mumbles slip from your lips as you sit up.

"Mmm…" you hum, unamused

"So, made your decision?"

"Yeah… I guess I'll go with you. No point in causing more trouble than necessary," you sigh. To your surprise, the man approaches and scoops you up. "Wait, Wait, I can-" You feel yourself lifted higher but not further from the man. "I don't understand wha-" beneath you the man and beneath him… the creature? She seemed so small, yet here she was, lifting two people like they were paperweights.

"It's like you said, 'no point in causing more trouble than necessary.' I'm gonna carry y'all to the truck."

"How?!"

"Well, by putting one foot in front of the other, duh. Is there any other way?"

"But you're so sm-"

"I'd choose your next words very carefully, angel." She threatens as she starts to make her way through the woods. You cross your arms and protest,

"Fairly sure that's a reasonable question. You're like 5-foot? How the fuck are you carrying us both?" The entire time the man shook his head aggressively, a pleading look painting his face. A sly smile creeps onto the creature's face.

"You haven't figured it out yet?" She chuckles. The man sighs. You feel his arms wrap tight around you, so tight it almost hurts.

"Now, why'd you have to go do a thing like that?" He finally speaks. Although irritated, his voice seemed refined and soft, strangely soothing.

Before you can retort, the three of you zoom through the forest. A gasp escapes your lips, silenced by the wind blowing past your face. What would have been a 15 min walk for her turned into a 6-minute sprint.

"I think you're getting slower," the man teases once the two of you are on the ground again.

"I was carrying two people!!!" The creature hisses. The man rolls his eyes and shrugs. "Ugh, whatever. You could at least show some manners and thank me. I did you a favor."

"Im not saying anything. I didn't ask you to do that. Nor did y- they" He started to say your name but backed out.

"Hah! All these lives, and you're still so shy when you meet them." A smug smile plasters itself on her face. "So what's your answer? I mean, I just showed off. I think that deserves at least a guess," you assume she asked you, but her eyes never left the man's. His face was scrunched up into a scowl.

"Strength like something I've ever seen before, impossibly fast, pale as fuck.. and a seeming fondness for chaos, carnage, and blood. I know what you are.." As terrifying as everything has been, you couldn't help but make a joke; maybe if you make fun of this and treat it like a dream, it'll go away. "You're.. you're a vampire." You pause between most of your words not just because you want to put mocking, dramatic spaces of silence but also because that run put your body through higher speeds, and you're use to outside of a vehicle.

"Im gonna puke. You sound like that fucking book series" She covers her mouth and looks away. You can hear her fake gag, "Please never describe me like that again. Next thing we know, you'll be having to choose between me and some fucking w- huhp.." she pauses to try to avoid actually throwing up. Being dramatic had its drawback in this case. "Wolf boy."

"Am I right, though?" You tilt your head.

"Yeah. Just never do that again."

"What reference tw-"

"Finish its name, and I'll give you a complimentary nap with the power of knocking you the fuck out." She finally composes herself. Then looks around, "where did-"

"He got in the truck while I was guessing," You shrug. "Was that complimentary nap just a threat or a promise?" Despite hoping being knocked out would wake you from this, the vampire just chuckles and hops into the passenger seat of their truck. You sigh and get in the back. A thought occurs to you, "y'know, I don't know either of your names.. but you know mine."

"Oh! Right, I'm Mediya! And this big boy-" the creature pats the man's shoulder, "is Adrisil." He huffs at the remark. Mediya smiles at him and giggles her words, "You love me."

"Doesn't mean I can't be mad at you," he glares

"OhKhAy," she rolls her eyes.

It was a long drive, but it wasn't like you'd notice since you were asleep for most of it. You sit up as the ~notorious~feeling of pulling into a driveway hits you.

"Oh, you're up." Mediya looks back. "I wonder if it's like thing where we just -know- when we're home, ya know?" You shrug, not being awake enough to really think about it, let alone know what 'we' she was talking about. "Are you... ya know, okay? You've been taking all of this like- really well. Well.. good for your circumstances this time."

"Mm now you ask.. mm'just gonna treat it like a dream till tomorrow. If I wake up 'nd m'still here I'll deal with it then. Future me problem."

"Oh- um alright I guess." She wasn't sure how to react to that. The three of you scramble out of the truck and into the house. You follow their directions to your room and proceed to pass out again.

The morning nearly passes you by as you dream about your family and Jason. Eventually, your eyes blink awake to stare at a brown wall painted with ivy and little Venus fly traps. You rub your eyes and pinch yourself to ensure it's all real. Yep.. it's real.

"Great.. so I guess that means vampires do exist. Wonder what else exists, hope they don't use the internet or fiction sites…" You say aloud to yourself, 'If there's a unicorn, I'm finding it and keeping it.' It's dark in the room, so you pull the sheets off and shuffle your way over to the window. "FUCK!" You yell after getting a face full of sun. You rub your eyes until you feel like you're ready to brave the light again. Through squinted eyes, you can see a green field with a few trees around it. Just beyond the side of the window, part of an animal pen can be seen.

A gentle knock came at the door, pulling your attention away from the window.

"You okay?" You recognized it as the man's voice.

'What was it.. adin, adele, adr- ADRISIL. Adrisil? What the fuck.. what kind of name is- you know what doesn't matter.' You give up and open the door. "Yeah.. sorry, I opened the curtains and didn't expect it to be so bright." You answer and then ask, "What time is it?"

"About twenty till noon. I have lunch made if you're ready for it." You certainly weren't going to deny food. Your eyes wander as the two of you make your way to the table. Most of the house had a rustic look, moss green walls, the occasional accent stone walls and staircases, wooden beams decorating the ceiling, and furniture you were sure had been around since your grandparents.

"Wasn't sure what you'd be allergic to, so I just went with bacon and egg burritos." He pulls you from your space out.

"Oh.. thank you." At the table were only two plates, "Where's umm."

"Mediya? Sleeping. You'll get a chance to talk to her again tonight."

"…mm"

It was an awkwardly quiet breakfast. Adrisil breaks the silence after leaving the table to grab something,

"We have something you can change into. We didn't know what size you were, so we just guessed. Mediya spent a while picking the outfit out. Let me know if anything doesn't fit right." He slides over a small stack of clothing. "There's a bathroom two doors down from your room. After you shower and change, we can head into town and get you something you actually want to wear." With that, he starts cleaning up the dishes he used to cook breakfast with. You pick up the clothing and head to the bathroom.

You stood with your head leaning against the wall and the water running down your back, letting everything sink in. Tears roll down your cheeks as you clench your fists against the wall. Years of war, not a life caught in the crossfire spared until you. Why? Why you? Will it all stop if you stay with them? Gods.. the friends you've lost, and all the people before your time serving. You're sure you'll never get to see your family again. This will probably be the last and only time they let you walk "freely."

Before you knew it, you were dried and changed. You catch your reflection in the mirror. It was creepy how to actuate the outfit to your preferred style. You'd think Mediya stole it from your closet if you didn't know any better. Your fingertips graze over the clothing; some of it was a tad big, but that was better than it squeezing the life out of you. Pretty damn good for just 'guessing' sizes. You shudder. After shaking your head and thoughts away, you leave the bathroom. Time to go out shopping with a man you've known your whole life as a nation-slaughtering monster. What else we're you going to do? Run?

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[four2andnew]

Werewolf Nursery

Alpha Henrik has a problem. The pack's nursery teacher just quit. She's the third teacher this month. This is becoming a real, real, problem.

Of the pack's sixty-something members, thirty four are pups...and counting. Gods damnit, if his fucking warriors could just quit fucking, well, fucking, the adult wolves wouldn't be so Gods damn outnumbered. Don't they know they don't need a pup for every damn heat their mates go into? Yeesh, the world won't end if you skip a heat or two.

Alpha Eldridge had the nerve to giggle when Henrik had vented his frustrations at the quarterly council meeting, offering the solution, "Just have your females rotate days in the nursery" as if Henrik hadn't already tried that. The problem is, the mated females are always fucking pregnant, and the unmated females are either too young or too old. No one wants a 15 year old in charge 34 pups under the age of 8; and while Nanny Gertrude was fond of all the pack pups, the woman couldn't hear for shit these days and would no doubt lose track of the rowdy things. Gods damn the mating boom from a decade past. Henrik blames the council's Decennial Pack Conference. Granted, that's exactly what the pack conference is for - exposing pack members to fresh blood to ensure strong breeding.

And of course, next quarter is the next Decennial Pack Conference. Fuck my life, Henrik grumbles before knocking back a tumbler of whiskey.

Henrik had barely been 18 during the last conference, and had been much more interested in sampling the bit of female population he wasn't related to rather than finding a life long partner. Perhaps this time around he'd find his own mate. Then he could pass the gods awful hiring process to her. In the meantime, Henrik asked Poppy - the very 15 year old no one wanted in charge of their pups - to sit in the nursery while he typed out a notice to be printed in the council's newsletter preceding the conference, putting out the desperate plea for a nursery teacher for the Piney Woods Pack.

Only three more months until Henrik's pack will travel to the epicenter of the Werewolf nations, where dozens of other packs will camp for a week-long orgy festival designed to bring fated mates together. There'll be no talk of trade or war alliances, that's what the quarterly council meetings are for. Three more months, and he has much to do.

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The week leading up to Henrik's departure for the pack conference has been an absolute nightmare. While the unmated pack members have been eagerly packing for their week away, the mated warriors scheduled to travel with the pack have been grumbling and whining like the very pups Henrik is quite ready to set free in the woods. They don't want to leave their mates and pups behind, but over Henrik's dead body are the little heathen pups traveling with him.

The last three months have been an endless rotation of headaches, arguments, and just general crankiness for all members of the pack, and it will continue to be so until a competent nursery teacher can be found.

"They need consistency, Henrik," his sister-in-law, Lara, said one evening after a spectacular brawl broke out amongst some of the pack mothers following a much smaller scale brawl broke out in the nursery room. "No one has any authority in that classroom because no one is really in charge. None of those pups act that way when they're at home and it's because they know who's in charge at home."

Henrik eyed Lara's large, rounded belly pointedly before replying, "Perhaps if some of the pack mothers would stop breeding every gods damn heat, we could have some consistency in the schedule."

His brother's mating was one of the few to happen outside of the pack conference. Both Lara and Derik had been only 15 during the last conference, and as such, had not been allowed to attend, but four years ago, Derik had been sent as an ambassador for the Piney Woods pack to Lara's home pack, the Blue Hills Pack, and the lucky bastard returned home with a mate everyone admired and a pup already on the way. Lara's father, Alpha Maynard, hadn't been too happy about how quickly the events went down, but no one could deny how happy they were for Derik and Lara. Of course, Henrik was a smidge less happy now that Lara was expecting her third pup while the pack was in the middle of the largest population boom it had ever experienced. Thirty four pups from seven mated pairs in the last decade was unprecedented.

They used to be a larger pack, but the last pack conference had seen a fairly large imbalance in the male to female population, with the females greatly outnumbering the males. Last decade Henrik and his father had brought with them seven unmated males and nearly three times as many unmated females, all of whom found their mates that conference. The females only returned to the Piney Woods to pack their belongings before moving to the various packs their newfound mates were from.

This decade, Henrik will be one of six unmated werewolves old enough to attend, thankfully only one of whom was female. He didn't think their pack could handle another drastic dip in the number of functional members. Not with the ongoing feud between the Piney Woods Pack and the Lacuna Nomads taking out several of Henrik's most seasoned warriors over the past years, including his own father and mother - another reason their pack has become much smaller than before, unfortunately.

Henrik tilts his head back to the sky and closes his eyes, begging for patience from the Gods as his handful of warriors say their goodbyes to their tearful mates and whining pups. The air is thick with sobs and the wet sound of desperate kisses, as if his men were going off to war and not a glorified camping trip. Granted, who knew what the Lacuna Nomads had up their sleeve. It is the entire reason Henrik had ordered the warriors to accompany the unmated shifters during their travels.

At last, his patience worn thin, Henrik shifts into his beast of a wolf form with an echoing snarl. Those accompanying him, quickly shift as well, lest they suffer a none to gentle nip at the heel from their Alpha. Together, the party of ten wolves runs for two days straight through the woods, across rivers, and around the human cities to mountain range the Werewolf nations radiated out from, stopping only for quick naps and to eat. From there, their run slows to a crawl as they navigate the rocky terrain up and over the one particular peak that concealed the valley the Decennial Pack Conference is held every decade.

For many wolves, this would be the only time they would lay eyes on the hot springs of these mountains, but as Henrik was the Alpha of his pack, he would return every conference until his own son took over. He could not blame the gawking his fellow unmated pack members were currently partaking in. The valley is a magical sight, an oasis of ethereal beauty surrounded by drab, gray rock too harsh to even support weeds. The sheer lushness of the valley seems to encourage the frisky behavior that often accompanies the conference, flowers often blooming in droves as the festival comes to an end as if mimicking the pup boom that often follows.

Henrik could feel the cool, crisp air filling his lungs with the sweet smell of spring. It makes his wolf want to run laps around the valley and leap through the steam rising off the hot springs. A tingling sensation settles over his fur and then skin as he shifts back, sending his pulse erratic and his senses on high alert. He has to be careful not to get swept up in the emotions running high in all the shifters surrounding him. He cannot lose focus of what he came here to do.

Many of the larger packs, those who could afford to bring more than just their unmated members, often bring entire caravans full of their wares, whether that be baked goods, knick knacks, or specially crafted tools. Tattoo artists often come with their packs, eager to take on virgin skin; tarot readings are popular amongst the newly mated; and of course, dozens of food trucks make the journey through the carefully concealed road tunneled through the mountain side.

It is from these larger packs Henrik is hoping to find a new, more permanent nursery teacher for his pack. The larger packs are more likely to have members who had specialized training versus his smaller pack, who has to rotate duties. He already had several who had responded to his notice in the council's newsletter, he will need to come up with some kind of interview schedule while he is here, but getting anyone to stick to it might become a problem. The shifters tended to let loose and go a little feral during the conference and watching the time is no one's priority during this week.

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It is nearing the end of the week and Henrik is exhausted. One of his potential nursery teachers found their mate in a pack on the completely opposite side of the mountain range their nations surround, quickly making them an unviable option. Another candidate pulled her application when she learned just how small their pack is. Several others just didn't seem the right fit. Henrik's last interview seemed to be going well until the candidate's mate joined her. The male was such a dick to the warrior standing behind Henrik that he quickly scraped her application. No teacher was worth having an asshole join their pack.

Only two more days of the conference and only one more interview for today, then Henrik could partake in the festivities and perhaps hunt for his own mate. He quickly glanced at the watch on his wrist, his current interviewee was ten minutes late, but she wasn't the worst offender by far. Hopefully she won't roll into Henrik's tent reeking of sex like at least two of his interviewees.

Albert, the warrior assigned to stand guard today cleared his throat to warn Henrik of the girl's approach, snapping him from his thoughts. He stands quickly, prepared to offer his hand for a greeting when the tent flap snaps open and a dark blur rushes in, crashing into Henrik none too gracefully.

His entire body starts to heat upon contact, and he can't help the way his hands slip over the skin of her arms a little more gently than would be considered helpful. The pair stabilize themselves and take a step back from each other, though his boots feel as if they're filled with lead.

He has a mouthful of her hair from their collision, and as he reaches up to remove them from his mouth and tuck the locks behind her hair, he can't help but notice how beautiful the color is. Too dark to be considered brown, but not dark enough to be a true black. Her skin is the red-golden color of someone who lives their life outdoors , and her outfit suggests she is an avid hiker, as does the lightly toned muscles of her arms and legs. He can't see her backside, but if Henrik had to guess, it is probably magnificently round from hiking and climbing.

He shakes his head to clear these thoughts. He should be focused on interviewing for the nursery teacher, not checking out this female's body.

Attempting to start over at his greeting, Henrik raises his hand again and looks the woman in the eye. Her eyes are a dark brown, streaked with gold and rimmed in black. His greeting dies on his lips again as he gets lost in the depths of her eyes. Oh.

Oh.

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Packless chapters 9 & 10

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Chapter 9

“You know how that first blood claw came into being, dud? Because an alpha female gave up everything to her mate. Every inch of her power. She reduced herself to little more than an omega, all to help her mate, and to save her pack.”

I would complain about how weirdly sexist this is, but like… This story started off with a room full of females being forced onto their knees by males. So I don’t know what I’m expecting at this point. 

When I felt dozens of strange eyes settle on my boobs, I waded into the pool. I wasn’t going bare-assed for any of these bastards. 

“All off, dud,” one of Pearl’s friends called. “We don’t want your ugly undies floating around in our sacred pool.”

I’m pretty sure that forcing people to strip down is some form of sexual assault. 

But again, these people are forbidding her to be able to eat, and said “eating is a privilege”. So I don’t know why I expected for them to not be committing actions of sexual violence against others. 

“Like I said. No chance, but you earned an E for Entertainment.”

Chapter 9 summary: In the cave, Pearl shows Vail the cave drawings. They’re supposed to show the history of their species, but I’m honestly unimpressed with the entire thing. And her stupid story. Mainly, I’m hoping that this stupid book will get to the point… along with Pearl’s bullying. 

Eventually, she takes Vail to a waterfall. Everybody is stripping naked, and going under the falls, where the water forces them to shift. Pearl forces Vail to strip naked and to go under the falls, but to nobody’s surprise, nothing happens. 

What’s worse is that when Vail comes out, somebody’s stolen her shoes. So not only will she be forced to shlep back to the school (which was an hour by bus), but she’s going to have to do it barefoot. 

Chapter 10

But the next time I’d seen her, I’d been shaking myself dry and trying to avoid hitting the little omega who clutched my clothes with my swinging dick. 

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“Miss Vail, since you failed to shift today, you unfortunately can’t ride on the school vehicles.” She checked a notebook in her hand, which had about a dozen names written on it. “You’re not the only one, so just remember to stick with the group. Nadine and Adam are seniors, and have both been through this before. They’ll lead the way.”

Yeah right. Who the hell would willingly go back to that fucking concentration camp? 

“You can’t walk twelve miles barefoot.”

I hope I speak for all of us when I say JFC. 

“Maybe it’ll help me shift. Shock therapy and all that.” She turned and nodded at Mrs. Gladstone. “See you back at school.”

Chapter 10 summary: The only consolation to all of this is that at least Jasper feels bad about forcing all of this onto Vail. He mopes about this for nearly two pages before he asks where she is. Somebody says that he saw Pearl taking her to the human toilets. (Shifters love to shit in the woods. Which is not a mental image I enjoy, thanks.) 

He goes over there, where some freshman is like “they’re hogging up the bathroom!” Jasper hears something that he won’t describe for the reader, and then he rips the door open. 

Inside, he finds Vail with the creepy dude from the first chapter. I forget his name, and Vail won’t tell Jasper, so I’m not sure that it matters. Jasper chases the boy away, and then demands answers from Vail as to why a stranger is in their territory. Vail refuses to answer. 

He then drags her over to the fancy bus that the alphas rode over on, and insists that she’s going to ride home “while sitting on his lap, and whispering in Jasper’s ear all about that boy”. The teacher shows up and insists that since Vail couldn’t transform, she has to walk the 12 miles (about 3 hours, according to google) back home with the other duds. Jasper insists that she’s going to ride with him, but Vail is like “No thanks” and storms off. 

[angelthecat153]

Dylan x reader camp crush part 18

a/note : Dylan and the reader have made up and they're back together

y/n's POV

when Laura was in the middle of her story Ryan interrupted her "are you out of your god damn mind werewolves seriously what the fuck" then me and my boyfriend and Laura started laughing at Ryan "what what what what's so funny" he asked "i said literally the exact thing" she said trying holing in her laughter "ok do you got anything better i mean like zombies, aliens, time-hopping draculas" he asked "Ryan right" she asked in a calm voice "yeah" he said in a clam voice like hers "you want answers i've got answers interrupt me again you're on your own" she said trying to not get pissed at the questions "whatever" he said rolling his eyes at Laura "would it really be so crazy with all the shit that we've been seeing with Nick with the thing on the roof" i said while i was pointing up at the roof with my other hand with my finger since i had one hand "ok we really start to explain a lot of stuff" i said trying to make a point but Ryan got mad at me "y/n" he said getting more pissed off at me

Dylan's POV

i get that my girlfriend is really overwhelmed and i mean why would he get mad at her "i'm just trying to keep an open mind ok this is like your ghost stories how is it so different from your ghosts" y/n said but got interrupted "those are those are just campfire stories there has to be a rational explanation for everything for all of this" he said while getting pissed off at y/n "ok you were not talking so rational when you seprerated my hand from the rest of my body" y/n said turning around and looked at me "you told me to" i said while sighing "and if it's bite with which your face to cleave from limb and torso with great haste" miss pirate said not making any sense "what" i said "you did the right thing" she looked at me smiling at me as if she was proud of me but y/n knew what she meant "see she's got a whole poem about it" y/n said smiling but in a happy way not in a strange way and miss eyepatch girl walked up to me "there's more to all this than you think" she said in a calm voice and lifted up her eye patch showing her missing eye and put the eye patch back on her missing eye "just let me finish and you can decide for yourself if you believe me or not i don't care but i think you should hear all of it" she said with an annoyed expression on her face

y/n's POV

i think i'm still in pain after my hand getting ripped off "the next few weeks were long the cop kept us fed and let us take showers but aside from that we barely saw him Max and i we talked a lot as much as we could about what happened that night it was trading like conspiracy theories we talked about the cop the camp the accident the woods the thing in the basement what happened to Max we just kept going over it all again and again and nothing was making sense all we knew is that we needed to get out of there" she said and continued her story "and i made my way here to camp left Max at the island seemed like the best place for him surrounded by water and all" she said awkwardly and we were all silent "that's it that's the story and don't all jump in at the same time" and we were all still silent and my boyfriend Dylan spoke up "wait the island like like our island like the one in the lake" he said "yeah why" she asked "cause Jacob he went back there looking for Emma and he hasn't come back yet neither of them has oh shit" he said looking down at the ground "well as long as they didn't go poking around where they shouldn't have they're probaly fine" she said reassuring my boyfriend

Dylan's POV

i actually still love y/n even if she has a missing hand "poking around where he shouldn't have is Jacob's middle name this is very bad oh" i said still looking down at the ground "after you saw me at the pool after i shot Chris" and y/n's face was in fear "i went back to the island and expecting Max to be back to normal but" so she explained when she was at the island looking for her boyfriend "so the werewolf i killed can't have been Chris" Laura said realising that it wasn't Chris "that wasn't a werewolf it was Kaylee Hackett Chris's daughter" he was arguing with miss Laura "whatever i shot that was no girl unless i i guess it turned back after i shot it when i went to the island" she said "wait so how come Max didn't kill you then" y'n asked "he tried i got away" she said and put her arm up and showed her bite "i need to end this" she said and put her arm down but Ryan got the gun off her and pointed it at Laura "we don't have much time" she said and Ryan was still pointing the gun at her

[tresradiossolis]

Reflections & HCs: H!Sunny and Camping/Hiking

So I have been having a lot of fun with Sunny as of late, specifically his human self, and I figured I could talk a little about his love for camping, why it's a thing I even had him being into cus it might seem... Odd, considering his bot!self has literally nothing to do with camping... And also go over again Why he likes camping so much from his history and a character stand point.

Why Camping in the first place?

So Sunny was created for an AU for all of my closest friends' human FNAF characters, which, you guessed it, was inspired by "Camp Camp" by Rooster Teeth. We wanted to make a cute server where all our muses were little kids, and they all went to a summer camp together. The camp leaders were Sunny and Moon (yes his name is Moon, Moon Davis actually, my fiance is a creative genius *throws kiss*), and Sunny was actually inspired by, be ready for it...

Mud from TikTok

Yknow this guy:

Let's just say that once he was explored more, got a backstory, and eventually became a part of our College AU as a professor in Early Childhood Education, his personality did a bit of a sharp turn.... But those sure are his origins!

Needless to add, but of course David from Camp Camp also inspired Sunny.

Here's him and lil baby Elio

And here's him by the time College came around

Can you tell I'm a whumper? Fucking destroyed this man xbbddv

When it all started

But that information is meta. Why does Sunny love camping, as a character?

From here on out, there are trigger warnings for cults, religious trauma, child abuse and neglect, as well as a brief mention of homophobia!!

To not go too deep into it, if you know Sunny's history, you know he grew up in an abusive household. His dad often beat him, controlled his life, and made it a habit to lock him in their basement with the lights turned off. He lost his right lateral incisor when hitting his mouth on the stairs once, and he now has a lifelong nyctophobia. When he was out in nature, was often when he got some peace and quiet for himself, he felt like he could breathe. He barely had any friends to spend time with after all... When his dad had the family move out to a small community in the sticks created by the leader of a religious group that he had been indoctrinated into, nature immediately became an even bigger part of his life. They sustained themselves out there, worked together and were a big family. Sunny finally felt like he was part of an actual family.

So when they all turned their back on him when rumours spread that he was gay, and they began to hurt him like his father had, nature once again became the one place where he was free and away from the stressors of reality. This time it was the Only escape he had, because there was nothing else out there. If he wanted peace of mind, this was where he had to go. The beautiful foliage became a warm, comforting blanket, the bird song became his lullaby, as he made a fire that he slept close to all night, just to avoid going home again. It was fine, as long as the fire burned bright enough.

In time he finally had enough, again to keep it brief, since this was a long and difficult process for him... But he packed his things, food and supplies, and ventured out into the woods, walking as far and as long as he could, until he reached society once more.

Hiking saved him, in a way, and it will forever be something that soothes his soul and brings him peace of mind.

The Scouts

Sunny is a part of the Scouts, a long term member, and incredibly reliable as a scout leader. You might not believe it, considering what he's like anywhere else! He's good with the kids since he was part of a community where everyone helped raising the younger ones, being expected to act as their older siblings no matter age, and his love for nature, as well as survival, is nearly unmatched. He wants nothing but for the children to feel like if they had to survive out there, they'd feel safe and capable, and hopefully as they got older, they'd develop a love for nature just as he did, just.. under kinder circumstances.

He believes nature is a gift that must be treated with respect and kindness, as it does the same for us, as long as it's mutual. If you have a younger muse, you bet I'd ask if they could be a part of his scout troop. The troop is part of a co-ed program and accepts scouts of any gender, so come on in!

Hiking & Camping Solo

Like earlier mentioned, Sunny is a very skilled survivalist. Robert Baden-Powell's book "Scouting For Boys" was one of the few books of substance available at the cult, and he read it about as religiously as they had them read their sacred texts and the Bible. While he works as a Scout Leader on weekends, he very much enjoys going out on his own hikes and camping trips, sometimes them even lasting for several weeks. That's what he considers a summer break well spent!

He does hiking, camping, row boating, canoeing, mountain climbing to a certain extent (he has the tools and skill set, even if it isn't actively something he partakes in), skiing, etc etc. As long as it can be contributed to the outdoor experience, he wants to do it. These days he often brings his faithful companion Ollie with him, as long as he considers it safe. Ollie is perfectly fit for the outdoor life however, Golden Retrievers being skilled and hardy dogs that are popular among hikers!

[honeycombstrawberry]

These Moments w Adrian has me in a literal headlock it’s so good. if ur ever open to posting a part 2 where reader n Adrian actually get to kiss id scream, cry and die probably and be eternally in your debt. bUT only if you’d like of course! I’m loving this blog <3

jawbreaker

these moments, pt. 2

[read pt. 1 here]

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns, gn sex descriptions)

rating: e+ (canon-typical violence and gore, explicit sexual content)

word count: 4,365

one-sentence synopsis: the next day doesn't quite go according to plan, but that doesn't mean that you and adrian don't end up getting what you want from it.

author's note: okay i fucked up making this a drabble. i hope everyone forgives me for only posting this today because it's like 4k+ of adrian slaughtering aliens and then fucking you into a desk like a maniac so i think it's worth it. anyways i hope everyone else likes this too!!!! enjoy!!!!!!

read on ao3!

“Duck!” Vigilante shouts, and you drop to the ground automatically, hands over the back of your head.

Only a second later, there’s a short, sharp whistle flying over your head. An explosion rocks the ground in front of you, and you don’t waste any time leaping back up to your feet, hauling yourself back into a sprint.

Vigilante catches up at your side, keeping a fast pace with you as you run. He turns around, trusting you to navigate a path through the trees as he takes aim at one of your pursuers and fires. You hear a choked-off scream behind you and a thud as a body falls, and you don’t break pace, taking Adrian’s arm to jerk him out of the way of tripping backwards over a root.

A gunshot rings out, and a bullet whizzes past the both of you. Adrian laughs, whirling to flip off whoever made the shot with one hand, taking aim with the other.

"You missed, motherfucker!" he calls out gleefully. He fires twice, then leaps and pushes himself into a twisting side flip so he lands facing forwards, sprinting along at your side again.

Adrian whoops, holding his hand up for a high-five, and you smack your gloved palm to his.

"Fuck yeah!" he shouts. He transfers his gun to his left hand, reaches out with his right so the two of you can thread your fingers together between you. You keep navigating forward, your vision tinted dark by the visor in your helmet.

You’d had every intention of cornering Adrian alone when you woke up this morning and making good on your promise to finish what he’d started last night, but you hadn’t had a very gentle wake-up call. Instead of waking up to swap shifts, you’d both awoken to Chris hurtling into the camp, shouting that they’d been seen and everybody needed to move now. You and Adrian had grabbed what you could, yanking on clothes and masks and holstering weapons before sprinting off into the woods with everybody else.

Now, you feel— admittedly relatively well-rested, since the sun’s up and you actually got a bit of decent sleep. Your adrenaline’s pumping, and you’re not entirely sure what’s going on, but you know you’re almost to the van, and nobody’s hurt, so you’re counting this as a win so far.

At your side, Adrian tilts his head just slightly. You look towards him for a fleeting second, and he’s releasing your hand.

“Keep going,” he says, “I’m following. I’ll be watching you.”

You do as he says. He keeps you in his peripheral vision, starting to jog backward again so he can keep his eyes on the trees behind you. There’s a bang, and he’s pinpointing the noise in the same moment you feel the whizz of vibrating air as a bullet flies over your shoulder, just barely missing your throat.

You yelp, and Adrian snarls, calling, “Who the fuck shot that?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, taking aim and firing his own weapon once, twice, th— unloading his gun, actually, and then holstering it and pulling out another one.

“Hey!” Adrian sprints up beside you, demanding to know, “Did that fucking hit you? Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m okay,” you promise him. He slows slightly, just enough that he can balance reaching out to touch your masked face with his gloved hand. You may have several layers of tough fabric between you, but you swear his touch still burns there. You can feel the heat of his eyes through the visors, as strong as his touch; you can see and feel him without seeing and feeling him.

“Okay, good,” Adrian says. He draws away so he can pull a knife into the hand your face was just in. “Keep it that way.”

“Over here!” Chris calls, and you change direction, hauling Adrian by the elbow to pivot him along with you. You come skidding into the clearing just as John brings the van screeching up.

“Get in!” John calls from inside. Emilia hauls the door open, turning to help Leota up into the back of the van. She grabs your hand next, yanking you up. Adrian comes rocketing in beside you, jumping off the ground to send himself crashing through the van without her help.

From outside, something rocks the van, and you turn to see people— who are definitely no longer strictly people, but morphing into huge reptilian beasts you’ve never seen outside of a movie theater before today— converging on Chris, the last of you into the van.

Nobody else has noticed yet, and you act on instinct, running and jumping back out onto the ground. Behind you, Emilia shouts your name.

“What the fuck?” you hear Adrian say. You ignore his voice, running to meet Chris with your gun drawn just as one of the mutating creatures pins him to the ground. You cock your gun, take aim, and fire, splattering blood and gore across your face and Chris’.

Behind you, there are pounding footsteps. You’re sure you know exactly which one of them was stupid enough to leave the van; you don’t need to look back to know it’s Adrian.

You offer Chris a hand to help him to his feet just as another creature comes launching down out of the trees. You draw your gun, but then, you hear a vicious snarl behind you— or, two vicious snarls: a man and a machine, and you almost would laugh, if you weren’t halfway through trying to save your own life, and the rest of the team’s. You drop to the ground, grabbing Chris and yanking him down with you, already knowing where this is going.

Adrian comes flying over the both of you a second after you fall flat to the ground, his chainsaw growling louder than the shrieks of the reptilian creatures. The machine howls as Adrian pushes it through the alien’s body, splitting the creature in half with a gory spray.

Even over the machine, you hear Adrian laugh, saying, “That’s what you get, motherfucker!” He turns around, finding you climbing to your feet. He holds the chainsaw up, blood soaked into both him and it, dripping off to the ground. “I fucking did it! Did you fucking see that? Oh, fuck, that was so fucking cool—”

You point above his head as another creature starts coming. You see the person the creature used to be before it starts mutating, and it looks like that lookalike Adrian had been suspicious of yesterday, the one who looked like Adam Driver and Jason Schwartzman had a baby, which is— kind of poetic, in its own way.

Adrian turns immediately when you point, trusting you, as always, to guide him. He shreds the creature with the buzzing saw as it tries to come down on him, splitting it from the skull down. Laughing, he leaps past it to tear through the trees, seeking out the creatures with a vicious delight.

“Jesus Christ,” Chris says.

“Yeah,” you agree, smiling inside your mask. “He’s something else, isn’t he?”

There’s an incredulous silence from Chris for a moment before he says, “You two belong together,” and it sounds like an accusation or a joke, but you can’t help but feel like it’s a compliment. Your grin widens.

“You should tell him that,” you say. “It’d mean a lot coming from you. Good references, you know.” You offer him your hand again, and he takes it. There was a time not so long ago he would’ve brushed you off and stood on his own; you can’t help but take this as growth, both for him as a person and for your friendship.

Chris claps you on the back when you start heading for the van, the both of you sprinting again, the urgency of the situation not lost on you. You’re sure that’s all the thanks you’ll get for saving him, which is okay with you; growth comes in pieces.

Emilia and Chris are just offering you hands up into the van when Adrian comes sprinting back into the clearing. His chainsaw is gone, and he’s running at top speed, shouting, “Go, go, go! Go! It’s Godzilla, go—”

Behind him, sure as fucking shit, the creatures have started joining together to form one huge fucked-up sort of reptile creature. One of the creatures that hasn’t yet become part of the mass leaps at Adrian, and you scream, but he’s already twisting against it. He jumps up, swinging himself around onto the thing’s back with an arm around its throat. He snaps its neck, tucks and rolls over its body as it falls.

The next creature that grabs him sees a knife slid up into the soft underside of its jaw before Adrian’s lopping its head off, and the next— and last— that snatches at his ankles with its teeth gets the last of his violent rage.

Adrian twists around, hauling himself up so he’s wrapped around the creature from the front, knocking it flat on its back. He pulls back, then starts beating the shit out of the lizard monster, raining blows on it until it's an unrecognizable mass of blood and flesh, dead on the ground. When it’s stopped moving— long after it’s stopped moving— Adrian picks himself up off the ground and chases after the van, leaping into it just as John revs the engine and starts driving back through the trees.

Chris and Emilia are shouting back and forth at each other, arguing about what they should do about this thing, but you just watch Adrian as he gets to his feet in the back of the van. He reaches up to tug his mask off of his face, sucking in a deep breath when he does.

Adrian turns to evaluate his options among the weapons set in the mount along the inside wall of the van. He spends only a moment there before plucking one of the compact rocket launchers from the selection. He only pauses to slip his glasses on before he situates himself in the center of the van. Humming to himself, he gets to one knee on the floor, unfolds the machine in quick snaps, loads it, and peeks into the sight.

He’s still humming to himself as he aims and fires directly into the huge monster’s mouth. You watch him as he grins, eyes fixed on the beast; it’s only then that you turn to see it, too, as it suddenly bursts into an explosion of scales and flaming chunks of lizard insides and a shower of blood that patters on the top of the roof like rain.

In the aftermath, Adrian laughs, exclaiming, “Oh, shit, I think this is the coolest day of my fucking life! Did you see that shit? Holy shit!”

He runs a hand back through his hair, leaving blood streaked through it. Eyes wild, he whirls, seeking you out where you’re holding yourself upright by the driver’s seat.

Adrian stumbles over to you, the van jostling under him as he tries to walk. The van doors slam shut behind him, Chris reaching to haul them closed, and the inside of the van is at least quieter now, even if your blood is still rushing in your ringing ears.

You look up, heart pounding, as Adrian reaches up and tears your mask off, too. You inhale deeply, getting your lungs full of fresh air, seeing Adrian unfiltered.

“Hey,” Adrian says, then drops down, gathering you close to him. He cups your jaw in his gloved hands before realizing he still has his gloves on, curses, “Fuck, hold on, let me just—” and yanks them off, getting his bare hands on your bare skin, heedless of the blood he’s smearing, leftover from his gloves.

He’s a fucking maniac. You just watched him tear through all those people— and monsters— and that fucking giant— thing, whatever that was— with glee. This is the coolest day of his life, he’s just told you. Mowing down people with a chainsaw, blowing up an alien mutant, massacring hordes like he’s a dark fucking Superman or something.

You couldn’t be more in love with him. You couldn’t be more turned on by him. He’s making you feel insane. You think you might be unhinged, but at least, in that case, you both are, together.

“Hey,” you reply, heat gathering low in your belly, an electric charge that sparks up your spine to explode in your chest.

You tilt your head up, lifting your chin, and even Adrian gets the hint on that one. Heedless of the rattling van, holding himself up with one hand braced against the roof above him, Adrian reaches up with his other hand to cup your jaw in his hand. His thumb sweeps along your cheek, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he smiles. He smiles, like he didn’t just kill all those things, like he didn’t just take all those lives, and you can’t help smiling back.

Adrian drops his head so he can brush his nose against yours, just for a moment. It’s like all the anticipation from yesterday is coiling inside you again. The intensity of not only that, but of the amount of the time you’d even been waiting before— It’s been so long that you’ve wanted Adrian, and he’s been just out of reach, drawing closer and closer but never near enough for you to just— grab.

Finally, he’s here, right within your reach, and you reach up to thread your arms around his neck, trusting him to keep the both of you upright even as the van bumps out onto the road. You don’t care about your audience, or the gore, or any of it. You just care that you finally have him, that he’s holding you like you’re something so precious after you just watched these hands annihilate entire lives.

You part your lips without thinking, eyes flickering from his eyes down to his mouth, waiting for him to draw you together. He exhales shakily, then finally, finally, finally drops down to kiss you.

It’s everything, everything you ever wanted from him, everything you’ve ever needed from him. He tilts his head just slightly, loosens his jaw so he can part your lips further and lick into your mouth immediately. Only a moment later, he withdraws, and kisses you bruisingly hard. A flare of heat rockets down through you, and you kiss back as hard as you can, letting him consume you. He bites at your lower lip, he glides along your tongue, he presses closer and harder into you, the two of you gasping for breath but unwilling to part.

After so long not doing this, you never want to stop doing this. The only reason you do stop is Chris saying, “Okay, Jesus, just— Stop fucking humping each other, this is disgusting.”

“You’re covered in guts,” Leota agrees.

“They’re licking each other,” Chris argues, like that’s the bigger issue.

You draw away, not quite paying enough attention to them to laugh. You do smile, though, eyes flicking up to meet Adrian’s again. His pupils are blown dark, leaving only a ring of bright green around their edges as he looks you over.

“Where are we?” Adrian asks.

“We’re, like, two minutes from headquarters,” John tells him.

“Pull over,” Adrian says. Another flare of heat explodes in you as he keeps his eyes fixed on you. He drops his head down, close to the shell of your ear, promises, “I can’t wait to fucking just— Touch you, I want— I want to fuck you— I’ll fuck you against a tree if I have to—”

“He said two minutes,” you reply breathlessly, even as the image of Adrian forcibly stopping a van so he can fuck you against a tree because he can’t wait two minutes after waiting literal months knocks your heart into an even faster breakneck pace than it’d been in before.

“Fuck,” Adrian groans out. He slams his fist against the roof of the car, then glares at John through the rearview mirror. Pointing at him through the reflection, he says, “Two minutes.”

“Jesus Christ, okay, I’m driving,” John snaps back at him.

“That was so fucking cool,” you tell Adrian. He looks back down at you, all delight again, written across the flushed strokes of his face.

“Wasn’t that just—” Adrian is briefly speechless, trying to figure out what he wants to say, and ends up making a noise instead, a wordless, excited shriek of a noise before he’s diving back in to kiss you again. Against your lips, he starts speaking again, says, “I’m feeling so fucking good, like, my blood’s fucking pumping, I really blew that thing up— Hey, what the fuck was that?” Adrian asks, twisting away to ask Emilia. “Do you know what the fuck I just killed?”

“Nothing good,” she answers, and Adrian fist-pumps in the air before twisting back for another biting kiss.

John screeches into the parking lot at your little innocuous office-building headquarters, where you and the 11th Street Kids are used to hiding in plain sight. When Chris kicks open the back of the van, Adrian throws you over his shoulder. You inhale in a sharp gasp, startled. His arm wraps around your legs, his hand holding your hip as he hops out to the parking lot.

Adrian shoves open the front door of the office, striding past the conference table to take you into the mostly-empty back office. He kicks the door shut behind him with a hard slam, sending it rattling in its frame. He brings you right to the desk, using his free arm to sweep everything on it onto the ground so he can throw you down on top of it, flat on your back.

In the next second, Adrian’s wrestling out of his uniform, tearing the clasps on his chest armor apart to send them peeling to the ground. He kicks it all aside, climbing up and over you onto the solid wood desk, stripped down to his boxers, skin slick with sweat. He glides up over you, finding the zipper on your own tight uniform, drawing it down in a sharp tug that bares your skin in a heated rush.

“Did you like that?” Adrian asks, pushing your uniform back off your shoulders. He tears your clothes down off of you, your hot skin meeting the cool desk in a flash that leaves prickles all over your flesh. “Wasn’t that awesome? What’d you—” His mouth finds your throat, teeth and wet heat that draw back a split second later. “What’d you think?”

“I think you’re amazing,” you tell him breathlessly. He shoves you further up the desk, sets himself between your legs, spreading your thighs apart. He licks over you, the flat of his tongue just— tasting you, for a moment— and your head knocks back into the desk, your back arching up. “Oh, fuck— I think you’re so amazing, you’re incredible, Adrian, I’m—”

Your voice breaks off with a sharp cry, and your hand flies up to cover your own mouth and muffle the noise. Adrian reaches up blindly, tugging sharply at your elbow to free you.

“Let me hear you,” he orders you. His hands come to your thighs again, spreading you apart, drawing your leg up over his shoulder to hook there.

When you push up onto one elbow to look down at him, you can see him already looking at you— looking down at you, spreading your legs further apart so he can reach between you and spread you apart. His face is flushed, cheeks red, up to the tips of his ears; he tugs his glasses off and tosses them aside before he drops back in again. He tilts your hips for you so he can dip in again, getting a better angle to lick inside of you. His other hand comes up to work you at your core, threading up above his head to get his fingers on your properly.

Your hips buck up of their own accord, and Adrian shoves you back down. His nose brushes along the inside of your thigh, and you make a strangled noise that rips up out of your chest, falling back again. You slam your bare palm down flat on the desk.

“Fuck, Adrian,” you curse as he keeps his mouth busy on you, jaw working, eating you like he’s trying to devour you. You can feel rocketing heat gathering stronger and stronger, coiling tighter and tighter at your core. You’re near tears, practically crying from the edge, from the near-overstimulation, wanting so badly to have him forever, to never have this end, to have this end now.

You’re throbbing, and you reach down, grasping blindly at him, fisting a hand in his hair. Adrian lets you guide him up, just slightly, before he twists to bite at the inside of your thigh. You cry out, face twisting sideways into the desk, leaving a smear of sweat and tears.

Adrian turns to lick into you one last time, tongue deep inside, keeping you spread wet and open, before he draws back to stand again. It’s only for a breath of a second before he kicks out of his boxers and slides up your body again, the hard, hot line of his cock gliding wet up your thigh, pressing hard into your belly when he drops down to kiss you.

“Oh, fuck, you’re the fucking— best person I know,” Adrian tells you, and you huff a laugh, smiling as you throw your arm over your face. “No, hey, c’mon, hey—” He reaches up, lifts your arm, tugging it up so he can see your face again. He cups your jaw, kisses your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your lips. “Oh, fuck, thank you. Thank you for letting me do this, I want—” He bites your lower lip again, his kiss bruisingly hard. “I want you so fucking bad, can I—”

“Yeah,” you tell him, “Please, just—”

He seals his mouth with yours again, dripping sweat, smearing streaks of dried pink blood across your slick skin. He guides the head of his cock to your loose hole, wet where he’s worked you open until you fell apart around his tongue.

You grip the strong cut of his jaw now as he licks into your mouth like he’d like inside you before, and you grind up into him, desperate for friction where you want it most.

When Adrian pushes in, he groans your name, biting it off into your mouth before he drops to bury his face in your throat. His jaw keeps working, mouth open against your skin as he thrusts into you in a deep, hard push, his hips driving to meet yours.

He doesn’t hesitate, lifting up so he can take your hips in his hands and start fucking you in earnest. He bows over you, pushing you as far back as he can get you to go, lifting your leg to hitch up again so he can change and deepen his angle in you. You swear he can feel him fucking up into your throat, devouring your body with his, hungry for every inch of you. You can hardly believe that twelve hours ago, you’d never kissed him before; you think you’ll never be able to stop kissing him again.

Adrian keeps repeating your name, saying, “Fuck, oh fuck, you feel so good, you feel so tight, you’re so hot, you’re so—” He bites into the meat of your shoulder, clings to you, doesn’t let you go. You dig your nails into him, clinging to him, and he impossibly speeds up. The desk drawers rattle under the force of him fucking you into the desktop, and you fall apart under him. “Oh, fuck, I can’t— I can’t—”

He drags you up for another biting, hot kiss, keeping his eyes open like a freak. You do the same thing, keeping that eye contact as you rocket closer and closer to your edge. Your blood is boiling, has been for fucking hours, and you’re finally, finally there, shooting over the edge.

“Adrian, fuck—” punches up out of your throat. You’re overwhelmed with the heat that overflows through you, your mind whiting out.

Adrian’s teeth find your throat again when his hips fuck deep into you and still, his shoulders shaking, your name muffled by your own flesh as it pours out of his mouth into your skin. After a few moments, he shifts, thrusting again to fuck you through the rattlign aftershocks, riding each wave of his orgasm through your body.

When he finally stops, he drops to press into you like a heavy human blanket, burying his face in the space behind your ear, kissing along to your jaw. Every kiss is wet, sloppy, open-mouthed, dragging into the next.

“Sorry,” Adrian apologizes. “I made a mess.”

You laugh breathlessly, reaching up to thread your hands through the sweat-slick hair at the back of his head. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind a little bit of a mess.”

Adrian lifts his head to look you over, then grins. “You look like you got got.” His fingertips trail over your throat, down your shoulder. His touch dips into the bruises and bites he’s left behind all over you. “Fuck, that’s so hot. Hey, if you don’t mind waiting, like, ten minutes, I think I could probably fuck you again—”

“Adrian,” you tell him, “We are a fucking mess, this is— not the time, we should—”

Adrian drops to drag his tongue flat over one of the deeper bite marks in your shoulder, sending a spark rattling down your spine, spreading like a haze through your insides. You exhale sharply, grabbing at his hip.

“What’s up?” Adrian asks, smug, delighted with himself.

“Just— Shut up and get back up here,” you say, and Adrian drags up to kiss you again, slick and lazy, still smiling.

"You don't tell me what to do," he says. He's unable to stop grinning. "I tell you what to do," but he still draws up closer and kisses you again.

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