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mikuni14 · 10 months

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I know I keep talking about Tharn and how wonderful he is, but I also have to say something about Phaya. Who is, on reflection, a perfect example of a "manly man"✨, the main character of an action movies, who works for me for once. He's also one of the few action/adventure/crime MLs that I find really hot and attractive, something other productions almost never achieve. Why? Because - I say this only from my perspective - what the producers THINK will be attractive to me is completely different from what I actually FIND attractive.

Phaya is a classic male hero, but he takes classic patterns of masculinity and reworks them in his own way.

Phaya looks very masculine, but in a way that I like. He's muscular, but not too much. His muscles were developed through martial arts training, sparring, something that is related to his hobby and work, not worked out just for being muscular. We see him determined and focused when he goes through training, but he also has fun sparring with his friends, instructors, WITH THARN (that's a completely different story 🔥). We see that he likes healthy competition, that he has ambitions, but he is focused on improving himself, not on proving to others that he is better than them. Phaya has a healthy approach to his body, to competition and to sports.

I like that Phaya takes care of himself, that he tries to look good (especially for his crush), BUT AT THE SAME TIME he has no qualms about finding the most embarrassing matching shirts and persuading said crush to put them on and casually stroll around the tourist area town, looking like a funny, old married couple. Phaya has a healthy attitude towards his appearance and how people perceive him (he doesn't give a fuck). The most important thing is that Tharn is by his side. In a matching shirt.

I like how active and task-oriented Phaya is, that he recognizes his own or any other problems and just does something about them. Suspicious murder? Phaya starts ivestigating. Strange dreams? Phaya has been researching it all his life, now he's going to the place where he can find answers. Tharn is not answering his calls? Phaya doesn't get offended, he doesn't create scenarios in his head, he just goes to Tharn, confronts him and comes up with a creative way to relax the stressed Tharn. Phaya acts, does research, has no qualms about asking for help and accepting help. Phaya is a pack animal, not this lone wolf bullshit.

I absolutely love how open Phaya is with his feelings, with himself. Friends? Grandmother? The Abbot? THARN? Phaya doesn't hide anything. When Tharn asks if he's feeling ok at the festival, Phaya tells him about his troubling feelings, he doesn't hide behind a straight face and "I'm fine." Phaya is not afraid or ashamed of his feelings or talking about them. Or admitting weakness, feeling bad or even fear.

what deserves a special mention is how open Phaya is about his interest in Tharn - towards Tharn and the rest of the world. Phaya is like "Tharn, I'm so interested in you and I want you to know it". And if anyone else sees this, it's not his and Tharn's problem, it's the world's problem, because Phaya is too busy with Tharn, who is all delicious right there, to worry about the rest of the world. Phaya is a grown man who knows what he wants and currently wants Tharn and to be a good cop and solve the mystery of his dreams and he will not waste his energy and time on proving his worth or anything else to the world.

Phaya has his own life BEYOND the romanse. He has a job, ambitions, a family, a home, his art, interests, and his own personal problems to face. Tharn is a part of his life, a new part, because Phaya existed as a person before Tharn.

I also like how Phaya treats his sexuality, namely he is completely ordinary and normal about it 😀 No issues, no trauma, no internal conflicts, no "finding himself", no crisis. I like the fact that he is pushy with Tharn, and although I'm normally not a big fan of kisses "without warning", it doesn't bother me in this case because Phaya is completely aware that Tharn likes him "that way". Tharn is flirting heavily with Phaya and they already had their almost kiss, so Phaya didn't cross the line with him. Besides, Tharn is also a grown man who can read Phaya's intentions, and he kissed him first - twice 😂 Phaya's sexuality is not a problem in this story, he is very simple about it.

Phaya is the kind of action hero that simply suits me. He seems to fit the type: he's aggressive, cocky, talented, smart, inventive, handsome and athletic. But he is also - in a quite ordinary way- nice, caring, friendly, supportive and helpful. He doesn't put himself in the center, he doesn't make everything about himself. He's also very funny, doesn't take himself seriously, can be a classic dudebro, goes to parties where he plays stupid games 🍾 and he is open with his feelings. He is naturally, effortlessly cool, but sometimes he is a bit pathetic and doesn't get everything right.

For me, Phaya is Phaya from the scene in the tub of icy water, hugging and supporting Tharn (because he wants BOTH of them to pass this test), it is Phaya from the scene in the bathroom, super sensitive to Tharn's mood, it is Phaya visiting tourist attractions with his crush and tucking him in to sleep. This is Phaya knowing when he can allow himself more with Tharn and knowing when to stop. This is Phaya who doesn't lie to Tharn, who seduces him, gives him time, gives him space, but at the same time leaves no doubt about how he feels about him and makes sure that Tharn is aware of it. It's Phaya intoxicated by Tharn's closeness and also coming up with cute nicknames for him.

Phaya is a classic model of masculinity without all the toxic, violent, stupid alpha bullshit, but with self-awareness, true personal freedom, the ability to function in a relationship, a family, a team, society, readiness for self-development and emotional maturity. He is a natural leader who can apologize to his teammates. Phaya redefined the male action hero type and I love him for it 💖

#the sign the series #thai bl #bl drama #phaya the best boy :)

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nathanbatemanfucker · 7 months

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hi bb, hope you're doing well ❤️

for those prompts, if you feel so inspired, might i request nathan + envelope? please and thank you 🙏😘💖

Skittish

about this: nathan bateman x reader. prompt: envelope. contents: a lot of swearing, angst w/ happy ending, love confessions, kissing. wc: 600ish. not beta’d.

There’s a thick, white envelope sat on top of your duffle bag. Insane, how much time you’ve spent holed up in this compound with Nathan, and still all your belongings left here could fit into such a small bag. Insane, but not unexpected. Not when even in your closest, sweetest moments part of him was still holding you at arm’s length. He watches you as you take it in, pick it up.

You tilt your head at him, holding it up. It’s heavy. Something in your stomach sours, though you hold out hope that it isn’t what you think it is. “What’s this?”

“Money. Lots of it. For all your troubles,” Nathan nearly sneers the last word, his eyes glued to where your fingers hold the envelope.

You blink at him, before frowning. You can feel your eyes burning, but you won’t cry. Not for this, not for his attempts at pushing you away.

“My troubles? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding?”

You throw the envelope at the floor with force, the thud of it hitting the carpet sounding through the room. “I don’t want your money, Nathan. Fuck you for thinking that.”

He holds up his hands, rolling his eyes at you and your righteousness, “Yeah, fuck me. I’m the big bad wolf. I fuck up everything I touch— I get it. Just take the money and go.”

“I don’t want the fucking money. I never have.”

“Whatever.”

“And— and you don’t fuck up everything you touch. You fuck up everything you’re afraid of,” You say firmly, taking a step towards him.

Nathan’s gaze falters for a moment before it goes steely again. He takes a step towards you too, his voice low and full of venom. “Why the hell would I be afraid of you? You have nothing to hold over me. No one does, I’m untouchable.”

If this is the game he wants to play, then you’ll match his energy.

You close the small gap left between you, pointing at his chest— at his heart. “You’re afraid of me because I love you. I love you, even though you're a skittish, self absorbed fuckhead and you’re terrified to love me back.”

He scoffs, but he’s losing some of his fire. “Is that right?”

“Yeah. It is right. I’m right this time, not you. I don’t want to hear your snide remarks, or your fucking facts or anything you have to say for that matter unless it’s going to be the fucking truth. So what’s it gonna be Nathan, can you rise to the challenge or have you finally met a task that’s too much for you?”

“You think you’re gonna turn us saying I love you into an accomplishment?”

“You started it. Can you finish it?”

His eyes narrow for a handful of moments, but then he softens— like he does when you’re tucked in his arms while steeped in the bath. Softens like he does when he’s tucking you in. When he’s telling you how good you’re being for him.

“Fine. Fucking fine. Alright, for fucks sake, I love you. Are you happy?”

“I don’t know, Nathan— are you?”

“I…I think I could be. If you…if you ever forgive me,” He grits out, as if admitting his wrongdoings is causing him enough pain to pass out.

“I think forgiveness comes after a person says sorry, and if I’m correct— again, might I add— you haven’t said sorry.”

“You gonna spend the rest of your life’s busting my fucking balls, honey?”

“You think I’ll stay around that long?” You tease.

“Nathan reaches for you then, tickling mercilessly at your stomach until you’re breathless and begging for reprieve. He stops, but doesn’t give you a chance to take in much air because this his mouth is on yours, kissing you with a reverence that floors you. When he pulls away you’re dizzy, your eyes cloudy and full of love. God, he’s the luckiest fucking man on earth.

He smirks at how soft and wonderous you look. “Yeah, you’ll stick around.”

#thank you for sending this in my loveeeeee #i hope you love it 🥺🥺#nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman x you #nathan bateman x gn!reader #nathan bateman fanfiction #ex machina fanfiction #blurb requests #arson writes

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 5 months

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OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your OC! Thank you for the tag Bool!! I'll follow in your step and do one of my wolves! And I'll retag you so you can do your other boy ;) @bool-prop. If I get another tag, I'll do another wolf.

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Sam isn't really afraid of much, though his biggest fear is losing a loved one.

Do they have any pet peeves? People not taking the advice they clearly need.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? Crystals, books and plants.

What do they notice first in a person? Sam is extremely good at reading people, he notice fairly fast if they are 'good' or 'bad' people.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? Sam has a fairly high pain tolerance, it's not that he doesn't feel pain, but his calm nature makes him able not to react on everything he feels. I'd say he's a 7-8.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? None of the above. He's more of a 'try to solve it calmly' type of person.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? He has a very big family, and are definitely a family person. He weighs family above anything else.

What animal represents them best? Wolf, shocker. He's a wolf shifter, it would simply be weird for me to say a Jaguar would represent him. But Sam does have a lot in common with wolves. 'Wolves are highly organized, methodical, and reliable individuals who prefer to follow a structured approach to tasks and decision-making. Wolf values tradition, order, and stability, and strives to maintain a sense of security in their environment. Wolves are complex, highly intelligent animals who are caring, playful, and above all devoted to family.'

What is a smell that they dislike? Any rotten meat. Sam has a very fine tuned sense of smell, and rotten meat is something that tends to get stuck in his nose and make him cringe.

Have they broken any bones? No, he has been close a couple times, but he's in general quite elegant and careful.

How would a stranger likely describe them? Too calm, to the point of irritation. Are they a night owl or a morning bird? He's an equal mix of both.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? He loves herbal flavors and hate artificially sweetened food.

Do they have any hobbies? He makes his own lotions, potions, soap, candles, bath bombs, ointments and perfume oils.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? He'd be super happy and genuinely surprised. Sam loves surprises, as long as they are of the positive kind.

Do they like to wear jewelry? Yes. Sam has pierced left eyebrow, he's had that since he was a teen. Furthermore he sometimes wear an ankle bracelet, and he always wears a leather bracelet on his left wrist, Adrian gave him.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Very neat, just look at the answer picture of him above, yes, that's his handwriting. What are two emotions they feel the most? Calm and relaxed.

Do they have a favorite fabric? Corduroy

What kind of accent do they have? He's accent neutral. I tag: @papermint-airplane, @doka-chan, @nectar-cellar, @rollo-rolls and @armanasims, feel free to ignore if this is not for you :)

#tag thing #Sam #Samuel Cullman-Thompson #immortal #supernatural #shapeshifter #wolf shifter #bool prop

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coeursye · 1 year

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Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf

༄ — pairing : lucemond

༄ — status : complete (4.7k)

༄ — tags : ABO || Non-Con || Breeding

✨You can either read it here or on ao3

Summary : Lucerys goes to visit his grandfather in the woods, he had no idea he would soon cross paths with the big, bad wolf.

Lucemond Red Riding Hood AU.

“Are you really sure you don’t want one of your brothers to come with you?”

Luke smiled at his mother's concern, but he wanted to go alone. His grandfather had specifically requested for him to bring a basket full of sweets and medicine, and he certainly could not deny his dying grandfather’s wish;

His grandsire Viserys had been living in the woods for many years now. He had chosen to isolate himself in a cabin that felt more like a fortress, a fortress he never left ever since the passing of his mate Aemma.

But there was one thing that kept him from succumbing to the full force of his grief: his grandson Lucerys.

When his daughter and grandsons, specifically Luke, came to visit him, Viserys seemed to forget about his own sorrow and pain. He forgot he was old and feeble, and the sickness that was consuming him little by little and left him bedridden more often than not.

His grandson reminded Viserys of his lost love in a way that no one else, not even Rhaenyra, could. Whenever he gazed at Luke, it was as if his sweet Aemma had been brought back to life just for an instant.

Lucerys often spent hours keeping company to his grandfather by his bedside, a place where Viserys would tell him tales of his long lost youth. Luke knew well enough that these stories weren’t just simple tales; these were, in fact, his grandfather's way of keeping Aemma’s memory, the grandmother he never had the chance to know, alive in his heart, even after all this time.

The bond they both shared was strong and though the visits were all too brief, they were always filled with laughter and joy.

He shook his head at Rhaenyra’s suggestion. “No, Mother. Both Jace and Joffrey are quite busy today so do not bother them, I’ll be fine on my own.“

“But the woods are dangerous, Luke.” his mother insisted. “When I was down at the village earlier this morrow, I heard rumors of a wild Alpha who is roaming those paths, and he is not like any Alphas we know. He is neither human nor truly an animal.“ His mother replied with concern etched on her gentle face. “Please promise me that you will come to no harm.”

Luke felt the tension in his mother's voice as she warned him about the dangers of the woods. He knew that she was only worried about him, but it angered him a little. He had grown up in this village and the woods were his home. He had never encountered any Alphas like the ones his mother spoke of, nor had anyone else he knew.

It was not only for the sake of his grandfathers that he wanted to go; Luke wanted to prove that he wasn’t some meek omega who needed protection at all times and that he could certainly handle himself.

Luke scoffed. “Those are only foolish rumors, rumors that shouldn’t get too much to your head as they’re not true, Mother,” he said with a reassuring smile, he then placed the basket on the wooden table and started filling it with the freshly baked berries and apple tarts, he then placed the lemons cakes he adored so much, his grandfather would certainly insist to share some with him, he then finished by carefully placing the precious medicine inside.

As soon as his task was done, he quickly skipped through the hallway and into the bedroom he shared with his brothers. Light streamed in from the window, casting long shadows across the floorboards. He saw, neatly folded on his bed, his red riding hood - it was his favorite one since it was Jace who had gifted it to him upon his eighteenth name day.

The fabric was delicate yet warm to the touch, a perfect match for his porcelain skin and hazel eyes that sparkled with life. His big brother always said that red contrasted gorgeously with the fair complexion of his face.

“Besides, it’s not the first time that I go out in the woods alone and I’ve always come back without a single scratch. If anything happens I’ll know how to protect myself, I’m not weak,” said Luke as he put his red cloak on, he adjusted the hood's position so that it fell perfectly over his head and shoulders.

Truth be told, Luke was often found wandering into the woods unaccompanied; however, he always stayed close to home, he had never ventured alone far enough to reach the deepest part of the woods where his Grandfather resided. And although nothing ever happened to him, he sometimes had a queasy feeling in his stomach, it felt as if something was lurking in the shadows, watching his every step.

Rhaenyra sighed and still looked hesitant, but she knew better than to argue with her son when he had his mind set on something. She then placed a comforting hand on his shoulder before caressing his cheek.

“I know you’re not weak, my sweet boy. But please, promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I promise,” Luke said with a smile.

“Take this please,” she said, handing him a small pocket knife “ It would certainly ease my mind to know you have something to defend yourself with, just in case. And do not forget; never stray from the path, Luke.”

Luke grinned and tucked the knife into his pocket. “Thanks, Mother. Do not fret too much, for I’ll be back before sunset. ” he kissed her cheek before he grabbed a blanket and covered neatly his basket with it, he then made his way to the door and stepped out into the hot afternoon.

He paused for a moment, looking back at his mother one last time before turning his gaze forward and stepping onto the path that led into the woods, he had a long journey ahead.

•

Luke sighed in pure contentment as the warm sun rays shone through the gaps in between the canopy of the lush trees and on his red cloak. The walk was pleasant as he could spot a lot of robins in the dense foliage, they were usually perched on high tree branches, singing the sweetest of tunes. This sight alone was enough to bring back fond memories of his childhood, how he used to sit under some tree to listen and observe these adorable creatures, trying to whistle along with them.

Then a strange wave of nostalgia hit him, he had always loved this forest ever since he was a child, running around and playing all sorts of games with his brothers.

His mind traveled back to those days when he used to play hide and seek with Jace and Joffrey, laughing out loud every time one of them would find him with ease as he was always hidden behind the same huge tree trunk.

The memories were so vivid that Luke almost expected to hear their childish voices echoing through the forest but instead, all he could hear was a light breeze rustling through the leaves.

Luke smiled fondly as he recalled the long days of hunting and training with Jace and their father Harwin deep in the forest, under the summer sun, lasting until the hour of the wolf. In the Fall, Luke would tag along with his father when he went out to collect firewood for the chimney. Although he wasn’t all that helpful in this task, as he was so little, he enjoyed being with Harwin. Those were some of his most cherished memories, times when they were all together.

He sighed heavily before continuing on his walk through the forest, taking in every detail of it. His steps led him closer and closer to his grandfather's cabin. He still had a long way to go through, and he was starting to feel quite parched.

He stopped in a small meadow, which possessed an even smaller pond, it was the perfect place to refresh himself. He picked up and ate some berries he found in a bush before crouching down and scooping some of the crystal-clear water into his cupped hands. He gasped when, as he drank his fill, he spotted an adorable little family of white bunnies on the other side, drinking alongside him—well aware of his presence and yet, unafraid.

Mesmerized by the sight, Luke stayed still for as long as he dared, not wanting to frighten the little creatures away but then suddenly, they all froze and bolted off into the woods for no apparent reason and left him alone once again.

The bird's song had since stopped in the distance, leaving an emptiness to fill. He looked around but did not notice anything unusual.

He was about to get up when he heard it--a low growl coming from somewhere nearby. It was like nothing he'd ever heard before and seemed to sit in his guts, slowly churning his stomach.

Then he noticed something else; an acrid and bestial stench that seemed almost familiar. His heart raced as he realized what it meant–something was lurking nearby around him.

He slowly got up and retrieved the knife his mother gave him, clenching the handle of the small knife until his knuckles were bone-white.

His eyes darted around, searching desperately for any sign of wild animals. There was no movement, not a single sound anymore—a silence that did nothing to ease the omega’s mind.

He waited a moment before taking a deep breath. With his knife still clutched tight in his hand, Luke quickly resumed his walk towards the path leading to his grandfather’s house.

For a moment, he thought he was safe, out of harm’s way, but then he heard it again, another animalistic growl.

He walked faster, desperate to reach the safety of his grandfather's cabin.

Sweat began to bead across the omega’s forehead and beneath his clothes. He could feel his heart racing in fear.

As Luke rushed forward, his gaze shifted from side to side - searching for any sign of movement or danger in the bushes and among the trees.

There was nothing besides the strong scent that was getting to his head.

Luke swallowed hard before breaking into a run, his cloak catching on branches now and then as he ran for his life.

And even though his head was spinning, Luke continued to run, until he tripped on a tree root and tumbled forward. However, before his face could hit the ground, two strong arms caught him and wrapped around his waist, protecting him from a painful fall.

He recognized the scent now.

It didn't belong to an animal.

It was the scent of an Alpha.

Head still spinning, he froze in fear as he slowly opened his eyes to see the Alpha who had apprehended him. But what he saw shocked him even more than the fear that had coursed through his veins moments before.

The Alpha man– no, it couldn’t possibly be a man as the creature that stood before him possessed features that marked him as not entirely human. The rumors his mother heard and warned him about were true then;

The Alpha had Wolf-like features that surrounded a ruggedly, handsome thin face with a single iris the shade of lilac and cobalt that peered down at Luke with interest and intensity, making Luke tremble with fear, his scent giving away how distressed he was.

All he wanted to do at this moment was run, run back home, and back in the safety of his mother’s arms but it would be futile, thought Luke, the wolf would surely catch him like he just did.

The stranger helped Luke to his feet and gently brushed back a curly brown lock of his hair that had fallen across his face as Luke watched him in horror with big, round eyes.

“You should be more careful, little bunny.” said the creature, the low timbre of his voice and the hungry glare he gave him made Luke shivers.

Luke stayed silent for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared up at the beast. Finally, finding his voice again, he spoke.

“T-thank you for stopping me from falling.” He said quietly.

The beast only nodded and slightly grinned before taking a step back.

“May I ask why an omega such as you is out here, all alone ?” His lips parted slightly as he spoke, exposing his impossibly sharp and long fangs.

By the Gods, what big teeth he has.

Luke forced himself to remain calm as he faced the wolf, “I'm on my way to my grandfather's house, he lives on the other side of this forest. My mother and I made some treats for him earlier this morning and I was bringing them to him, see-“ He reached out for his basket to show him and realized it wasn’t there anymore, he looked around him to see if it was on the ground.

He quickly bent down, picked up the basket, felt the side of it to make sure nothing had leaked out of the medicines, and checked on the sweets, then sighed as luckily, both the treats and medicine were still intact. Luke also looked around for the small knife he must have let go of when he almost fell.

Suddenly he wasn’t so lucky anymore, he couldn’t see it anywhere on the ground.

The beastly man watched him with an intense gaze as he picked up the basket, seemingly uninterested in the sweets and medicine.

As he dusted himself off, Luke couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

“You should be careful, little bunny, you shouldn’t be alone.“ the creature repeated, his voice low and ominous. “There are dangerous things lurking in these woods, dangerous things who wouldn’t hesitate to eat you whole, you know.“

Luke's heart sank at the creature's words, feeling as though he was being warned of something far more sinister than just the forest itself. He slowly backed away from the creature, his eyes never leaving its form.

“I’m aware, but I’ll be sure to be more cautious, Mister Wolf.” he stuttered, trying to sound confident despite the fear that was gnawing at his insides.

The creature chuckled at Luke’s response, the sound sending shivers down his spine.

“Mister wolf, huh?” The creature's grin widened. “You can call me Aemond.”

He shivered again at the sound of Aemond’s name.

“Perhaps it would be wiser if I went along with you, just to make sure nothing happen to you.” Aemond said as he took a step closer to Luke.

Luke stumbled back when he felt the warmth of Aemond’s breath on his face.

“N-no, there is no need, really.” Luke’s lemon scent turned even sourer as he rearranged his red cloak. “ It’s not that far away anymore, I’ll be fine. Besides, I do not know you, why would I go anywhere with a stranger? ”

“Ah, but we're not exactly strangers anymore, are we? After all, you know my name, though I do not know yours. ”

“It’s Luke, and I appreciate your… concern, Aemond, but I-I must go now. My grandfather is surely waiting for me and I promised Mother I would be home before nightfall. ”

“No, no, I insist,” Aemond replied. “What kind of Alpha would I be if I allowed an omega to wander in such a hazardous place all by himself, hm?”

Lucerys didn’t like the strange gleam in the Alpha’s amethyst eye, it was making his Omega instinct go haywire.

•

The wolf ended up following him against his wishes.

Luke tried to keep his breathing steady and while he and Aemond strolled along, the wolf’s piercing stare never wavered from him once.

While Aemond hadn’t done anything yet, the omega knew that he was still probably in danger.

How he wished he still had his knife with him.

Nevertheless, he had no choice but to keep moving forward and pray that the Alpha would let him go unscathed once they reached his grandfather's house.

As they walked deeper into the woods, Luke watched Aemond out of the corner of his doe eye, taking in the Alpha's impressive size and muscular frame.

He was massive, easily standing several feet taller than him, while he was lean, he was still quite muscular. He had sharp claws, and his hair and furry wolf ears were pure white and shimmered under the strong sunlight.

Despite the wolfish features, Luke had to admit to himself that yes, the Alpha was quite dashing.

He couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration for the beast- after all, he was an omega, and wasn’t it completely natural for an omega to be drawn to a strong Alpha?

But no.

He had to snap out of this haze.

Luke quickly shook these thoughts away and forced himself not to breathe in his scent too deeply as they continued walking in silence, reminding himself that Aemond was still a total stranger to him and most of all, he was an Alpha and a beast, a potentially dangerous one at that.

He was a predator, he had chased him down earlier after all.

He clutched his heavy basket even tighter against his chest.

Lucerys still didn't know what the wolf exactly wanted from him.

•

As soon as he spotted the hill where Luke's grandfather's old cabin stood, he felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe the Alpha would leave him be, now that he was so close to safety.

Aemond suddenly came to a stop and stared at Luke intently, as if expecting something from him.

“I think this is where we part ways,“ Luke said cautiously as he turned around to face the wolf and took a few steps back. “Thank you for walking me here safely.“ He said before turning away from Aemond.

“Wait. ” Aemond’s amethyst eye glinted dangerously as he grabbed Luke’s arm, his long claws digging into his soft flesh. “ You’re thinking of leaving me so soon when I haven’t had breakfast yet?” The Alpha said before licking his chops and lips.

Lucerys’ eyes widened in horror as he realized what Aemond meant, he tried to get away from the wolf but Aemond released his pheromones, his scent was way stronger than it ever was before, and the intense pheromones assaulted Luke’s nostrils, making his knees buckle and in only one instant, he found himself on the ground.

And Gods, his scent.

It was so deeply intoxicating and enticing.

Feverish and completely disoriented, he looked up at Aemond with wild eyes.

“What are you doing to me?” he demanded, his voice thick and low with a hint of desperation. The omega could start feeling the slick gushing out of his hole and down his brown pants, completely soaking it. “Please stop!”

“You are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Aemond said as he bent down and gripped his chin, his voice dripping with malice. “I bet you taste even better than those sweets you were carrying.”

Luke tried to pull away, but Aemond’s grip on his chin was too strong. “Let me go, please.” he whimpered, tears streaming down his face.

Aemond just laughed darkly before he pounced on him and pinned Luke against the warm grass, trapping him beneath him. “No, I don’t think I will. I have waited for this for so long, too long.” He said in a low voice before licking Luke’s neck.

Aemond leaned in closer and inhaled, taking in the sweet scent of Luke’s omega pheromones. “You smell delicious, little red. I cannot wait to taste you.“

Luke’s mind reeled as the Alpha pressed his lips to his neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses right on his scent glands. “You don’t have a mate, do you? Well even if you did have one, it doesn’t matter, you're all mine now.“

The words sent a chill down Luke’s spine as he heard Aemond’s possessive tone, his heart pounding wildly. Luke wanted to push him off but he felt like he was helpless against the Alpha.

He was a captive in his arms, and there was nothing he could do about it.

The Alpha's fragrance paralyzed him, making him feel like a limp doll, he was unable to budge even if he desperately wished to.

Aemond snarled as he started to pull off his pants and small clothes before ripping off Luke’s, his claws scraping the delicate skin of the omega. Luke whimpered in protest, feeling the Alpha's body press against his own. Aemond captured his mouth and sucked on his cherry tongue, he then began to move rhythmically against him and his soaking wet hole, hissing in pleasure as he felt how slick and ready Luke was for him.

“Would you look at that, you’re already so wet,“ Aemond purred as he continued thrusting against Luke’s body. “You’re such an eager little thing, Luke.“ He added before pressing a hard kiss on Luke’s mouth.

The omega shivered in fear and pleasure at the same time, trying to stop himself from trembling under the Alpha's touch. He wanted to plead for mercy but no words came out of his mouth. He felt like he was hypnotized by Aemond’s scent and pheromones that were overpowering him more and more with each passing second.

Aemond smirked as he felt Luke’s body start to completely relax beneath him and he continued to thrust against him harder and faster. He nipped and licked at the omega’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. Aemond could feel the omega’s body start to heat up in response to his hot touch and he growled in satisfaction.

He purred in Luke’s ear before continuing to ravage his slim and pale neck.

The alpha’s hands moved toward the omega's waist and cupped the soft skin under his shirt, prodding at his hard and hot nipples.

“You like that, don't you?“

Luke’s body betrayed him and he moaned in delight at his touch and arched his back instinctively.

“Yes... Yes, more please!“ The omega moaned softly through the thick haze in his head.

He then completely removed Luke’s cloak and shirt, exposing his chest to the warm breeze, and started suckling on one of his perked nipples while he played with the other with his thumb, making Lucerys quiver in delight with the attention his chest received.

His legs wrapped in a vice grip around the Alpha’s waist as he gasped for air and elicited multiple gasps of pleasure with each flicker of Aemond’s tongue and each touch of his digits.

Lucerys was lost in a trance, slipping into blissful oblivion, nothing else mattered but the Alpha that was above him.

The Alpha beast then stopped his ministrations and Lucerys felt his hands move downwards his body and caress his hips.

“Can you turn around for me?” he whispered in his ear and Luke submitted at his request, mindless. He slowly placed himself on his belly, presenting his ass to the wolf.

“Good boy, such an obedient omega.” the Alpha praised him.

The Alpha grabbed his hips tightly with his huge hands, puncturing the soft flesh, and dragged him towards his bulging crotch, Aemond’s pants only grew louder in response.

Aemond snarled as he tried to bury himself more than once into the omega’s impossibly tiny, slick hole. When he finally sunk half of his length inside Luke’s virgin heat, he groaned in pure delight, he had never felt anything so tight.

Luke buried his fingers in the dirt, he couldn’t help but scream, tears spilled against his temples as he felt his body was on fire, split in two. He started spasming, wincing, and clenching down on his length as he tried to get used to the intrusion.

Aemond was so big, so thick inside of him.

“It’s too much, it hurts!” Luke pitifully said.

“I know you’ll be able to take all of me, it’s going to feel so much better, you’ll see.”

Aemond showed no mercy, he wasted no time and continued to bury himself deep and fast into the omega, a bulge could already be seen inside his belly.

He slammed into him with each thrust, the sound of their slapping skins and Luke’s whimpers echoing through the forest.

Luke keeps babbling nonsense with his eyes squeezed shut and tears trailing down his cheeks while Aemond leans down and begins to suck marks down the expanse of Luke’s back.

Then, Aemond pulls out before flipping Luke on his back so he could face him and presses back in his tight heat harder, his full balls slapping loudly against Luke’s skin.

“You’re going to be the mother of my pups, aren’t you happy, little red? I’m gonna breed you so well” Aemond says as he hikes one of Lucerys’ legs up over his large shoulder while the other one he has is perched against his hip, the position allows him to pistons his hips faster.

“N-No! I don’t…“ Luke sniffles before he can finish what he was going to say and looks up at him with big glazed eyes.

Quite frankly, Aemond didn’t care about what he wanted or not, he then increased his pace, pushing deeper into Luke with each thrust until his knot took and spilled inside.

Lucerys gasped as each of his muscles quivered when he also reached his peak, passing out due to the sheer intensity of what happened.

Still deeply seated inside of him, Aemond took the opportunity to mark Luke, right on his scent glands.

“Wherever you want it or not, you’re all mine now, and I never let go of what belongs to me,” he whispered into his ear, Luke’s blood still trickling down his mouth and sharp chin.

After a while, his knot deflated and Aemond pulled out. He wiped away the blood that was covering Luke’s shoulder with the rags that were once Lucerys’ shirt and longly observed the omega.

At long last, Aemond had accomplished his goal: he had laid claim on the omega that he had seen in the forest walking back home with his family so many moons ago.

He had longed and desired Lucerys for so long and now, he belonged solely to him and him only.

He smirked, quite pleased with what he just did, before getting up and putting back on his clothes.

Luke’s were completely ripped and beyond saving, so he wrapped his naked body into his long red cloak and hoisted him in his arms before leaving with him down a sinister path, bringing him into his well-hidden den.

Leaving nothing but the basket of sweets behind them.

When Rhaenyra didn’t see her son come back home as he promised, she felt a tight knot form in her stomach.

Jace and Joffrey insisted that perhaps Luke had decided on a whim to stay the night at their grandfather’s cabin but Rhaenyra’s maternal instinct was telling her that something had happened to her beloved son, she paced the floors of her chambers, her mind raced with all the possible things that could have happened to Lucerys until daybreak approached and the darkness of the night faded away.

When the morning came and her son still hadn't returned, Rhaenyra determinedly gathered her two other sons and set off into the dark woods, desperate to find her lost child at all costs.

The three of them ventured deep into the forest, following paths and trails that were known only to them. They walked for hours, their steps growing slower and their spirits heavier with each stride.

At last, Rhaenyra and her two sons arrived at the hill where Viserys’ house stood.

The only thing that welcomed them was Luke’s basket sitting there, alongside bits of ripped and bloodied clothes that undoubtedly belonged to her son.

Her worst fear had come true.

Gone was Luke, gone was her sweet boy, vanished without a trace.

Rhaenyra collapsed onto the ground and wept in despair. She believed it was her fault; she should have pushed further when Luke refused to take someone with him.

All they could do now was mourn his loss and cling to the slight, faint hope that maybe one day, Luke would come back home safe and sound.

But he never did, and no one ever truly knew what had happened to the sweet omega.

No one except for the big, bad wolf.

#lucemond #lucerys x aemond #aemond x lucerys #abo #authors #coeursye’s shit

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cullxtheherd · 2 years

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✨

For Elena and Jacob

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 ✨ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩

𝑷𝑹𝑿𝒁𝑴 - 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒆𝒘 [🆇]

“Dammit,” Though this morning has been nothing but delays and a literal truckload of setbacks he does his best to hold his temper. The Kimberlite comes to a shuddering, groaning stop, its last lurch valiant enough to push them to the side of the road. Cracked, meaty digits wrap the steering wheel, yellowing at the knuckle and his molars grind against a last, fading beam of sunlight daring enough to hit him right between the eyes.

After a long, silent moment he heaves a heavily frustrated sigh, “Be right back,” He bites off, door slamming shut behind him. It has been years since shop class and even since his time spent as a handyman after the war. Jacob is sure the engine is running too rich and that he likely desperately needs to clean or replace the carburetor, but here on the side of the road his options are limited, so? He settles for a classic.

Open the hood and stare.

Thirty minutes later finds them both outside, with the long-setting sun finally disappearing behind the mountains. “Listen,” Though his hands aren’t any dirtier than usual he makes a task out of wiping them on the rag he keeps in his rear pocket. His tone is almost strangled, incapable of producing the phrase cleanly, “I’m sorry.”

Jacob is aware that he certainly has other things to be apologizing for, but he settles on this, “I know you been counting on this a while now.” Genuinely he does feel poorly about the situation because he does realize how much she had been looking forward to a little escape from Hope County, “And,” He shrugs uselessly, “I know I been promising…”

It’s weird. The antique sports car had been running fine just a few days before when he'd picked it up from John's - had their outing been sabotaged or just a victim to terrible luck? “Elena,” When he looks back at her properly she’s perched on the hood, giving him a look that he instinctually recognizes; he freezes.

It isn’t the first time she’s pinned him in this manner.

Softer, he tries again, “Elena. . .” Though his tone is a warning he does step closer between the space of her knees, “We talked about this.” Jacob is looking at her but speaking for the both of them, “I am not what you’re looking for, girl.”

It is a truth that he speaks, but?

Her lips are soft and warm under the guise of darkness.

“I am an old man,” He supplies with a whisper, teeth coming together against the round of her jaw, “And I will devour you, whole.” It is not a promise, but a well deserved warning - he isn’t the answer she’s been searching for. This is not the narrative any little girl grows up dreaming about.

He is the big, bad wolf of this story.

Hands bite into the lapel of his favored, ruddy jacket, pulling and pressing and he grips too roughly against them. “Uh-uh,” In an instant whatever kind of thrall he had been under momentarily dissolves and he is confident enough in his convictions to look irate. One outstretched pointer finger between them, “I said: no, Elena!”

Jacob knows logically that he is on the verge of blowing up for a number of reasons. Firstly it had been an ordeal to even make it this far, to the side of the road which was? Decidedly NOT outside of Hope County or Cult activities. And, secondly- arguably more importantly: he is afraid. Surely she’s seen the splotchy, oozing rashes that come and go on his exposed body, but he isn’t ready for that kind of intimacy. Not now. Maybe not ever.

“You do not-” He sucks in an abrupt, aggravated breath and half turns away before coming instantly back, “You don’t do that!” He doesn’t explain in the slightest but he does disappear to the rear of the car in an effort not to commit unintentional roadside homicide.

“Jacob.”

He isn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed approaching headlights - ?

“Brother,” John crunches across pebbles and debris approaching from the rear of the Kimberlite.

Jacob loves him but John makes his skin crawl; had he been their mid-evening saboteur? “John,” He greets warmly, a brow wet with anxious perspiration, “What brings you to the mountains?”

“Oh,” All these years and the poor boy still hasn’t learned how to smile like a normal person, “Nothing- little, yellow birdy told me you might be having some car trouble . . .”

#the song came up and i was like #THIS IS FINE #🥴

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oconnelcharlie · 7 years

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TASK 001 — DESENVOLVIMENTO DE PERSONAGEM

WELCOME TO GOSSIP GIRL BLOG

Charles O��connel traits

QUOTE

YOU MAY BE A SINNER, BUT YOUR INNOCENCE IS MINE

CADASTRO

NOME COMPLETO: Charles Philiph Arthur O’Connel III

DATA DE NASCIMENTO: 09/01/1982

GÊNERO: Masculino

IDADE: 36

CLASSE: Alta

PRONOMES: Dele/Ele

ORIENTAÇÃO SEXUAL: Heterossexual

SITUAÇÃO ROMÂNTICA: Solteiro

SIGNO: Capricórnio

FAMÍLIA

PAI: Charles Philiph Arthur O’Connel II

MÃE: Camila Aurora O’Connel

IRMÃO/S: N/T

IRMÃ/S: N/T

FILHA/S: Uma que nunca viu, já que a namorada fugiu grávida

FILHO/S: N/T

PARENTES DISTANTES: Aberto

ASPECTOS FÍSICOS

COR DOS OLHOS: Verdes

COR DOS CABELOS: Loiro

ALTURA: 1,86

PELE: Branca

MARCAS DE NASCENÇA: N/T

CICATRIZES: N/T

TATUAGEM: N/T

PIERCINGS: N/T

ESTILO DE SE VESTIR: Formal 90% do tempo

MÃO DOMINANTE: Esquerda

ALERGIAS: N/T

PESSOAL

MANIAS: Estalar a língua no céu da boca quando entediado

FOBIAS: N/T

ASPIRAÇÕES: Expandir ainda mais o império deixado pelo pai

HOBBYS: Basquete

CRENÇAS: Protestante

LUGARES ONDE MOROU: Londres e NY apenas

VIRGINDADE: Perdeu aos 17 anos

RELAÇÕES COM O SEXO OPOSTO DA OPÇÃO SEXUAL: Frias, como todo o resto

COSTUMES

FUMA: Não

BEBE: Não admite, mas sim, muito

USA DROGAS: Não

FAZ DIETA: Não

FAVORITOS

LUGAR: Londres

TIME: Futebol - Liverpool, não é muito fã de outros esportes

JOGOS: Fifa

MÚSICA: Nona Sinfonia

COMIDA: Purê de batata

BEBIDA: Chá

COR: Preto

FILMES: Orgulho e preconceito

SÉRIES: Handmaid Tale

LIVROS: Senhor dos anéis

ATORES: Brad Pitt

AUTORES: J.R.R Tolkien

BANDAS: ABBA

#siderstask #⧼ ✢ ⧽ — are you afraid of the big bad wolf? (TASK)#ai ai só falta a da jezabel agora #Amém

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luimagines · 3 years

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Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Masterlist

I’m writing this down before I lose it in the chaos of my inbox and whatever abyss is forming there.

Thanks you for the request!

Content under the cut!

You tried to keep your smile to yourself and not show it as you crept closer to your prey.

They were none the wiser.

Their back was to you and their focus was on something else.

You kept your weight on your toes and shifted the earth beneath you to be as quiet as possible.

You crept closer.

And closer.

You hold your breath as you get within reaching distance- your prey not once showing any signs of knowing was about to happen.

“I know you’re there sweetheart.” He called out to you.

“UUUGGGHH” You couldn’t help the childish groan that left your mouth. With a pout, you flop over yourself and fold in half. “That’s not fair! How do you do that?!”

Twilight turns around and greets you with a smirk, making him appear more attractive than you think he has the right to look. The audacity. The nerve. How dare he.

You’re quick to put your hands behind your back and stand up straight again, calmly walking over to him.

“I’m afraid that’s a secret you’ll never know.” Twilight’s smile softens somewhat as you approach and he places his hands on his hips. “Did you want something?”

“Yes, no, maybe so.” You smile back and take out hand out from behind you to pat his head. “You do good work.”

“You want something big then.”

“Can I not simply want to see my friend and compliment them at the same time?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Not with your hands behind your back.”

“Fair enough.” You shrug and try to play as calm as you can manage. “Here. Stay still.”

You get onto your tip toes and take out the single flower you had in your hand.

With practiced gentleness, you take the stem of the yellow bloom and place it through his hair and behind his ear.

“There. Perfect!” You grin and take a step back.

Twilight blinked and simply watched as you stepped away to admire how your gift looked on him. ”Umm... Why?”

“That wolf pelt of your doesn’t do you justice.” You explain.

“Meaning?”

“I know you’re trying to look all big and bad and stuff but you’re too.... hmmm... what’s the word?”

“Charming?” Twilight snorts.

“No.”

“Amazing?”

“No, not quite.”

“Incredible? Dazzling? Strong?”

“Lax.”

Twilight deadpans. “What?”

“You’re soft. You’re too nice.” You cross your arms. “You’re too forgiving, too generous and too indulgent. You let us get away with way more than I think you’re giving us credit for and that wolf pelt of Mr. Tough Guy, doesn’t fit the bill.”

“I wasn’t trying-”

“But now, it’s perfect.” You grin and cut him off. “A bit more your type and a little more like who you are as person.”

“I...”

“No need to thank me.” Your smile widens as you turn on your heel with a wave of your hand. “My work here is done. I’ll see you at dinner Twilight. Take care love!”

Twilight blinks as you begin to walk away and gently traces the edges of the flower petals with his finger tips. Slowly, he plucks it out of his hair and holds it out in front of himself a small blush blooming across his face against his will.

“If you wanted to give me a flower, you could have just done so.” He says with a smile. “You didn’t have to put up an act.”

He snorts and places it back behind his ear and returns to his previous task.

If the others ask about it, he doesn’t say a thing.

He can’t have you giving them flowers as well just because they’re jealous.

He blinks and stares into the distance for a hot second.

Ok... Yeah, maybe he’s a little soft... You may be right about that...

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #super short #but I like this #I hope you guys like this too!#Enjoy!#lu twilight

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ohworm-writes · 3 years

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BNA: Brand New Animal Relationship Headcanons!

bna masterlist

‼ General Dating Headcanons ‼

Featuring: Shirou Ogami, Michiru Kagemori, Nazuna Hiwatashi, Marie Itami, Pinga

Warnings: spoilers for BNA!, some angst amongst all of them, but mainly tooth-rotting fluff :,)

a/n - thank you for reading!!! BNA doesn’t have enough fanfiction content, so here you go!! i actually adore doing headcanons, so this was nice to be able to write!!! BNA is also my favorite/comfort anime soooooo I couldn't NOT write something for it!!! if you want to see more BNA related works, i’m definitely going to be open to writing them in the future!!! my requests open up next week, so drop one then if you’d like!!! thank you for reading <3

content below the cut!

shirou ogami

» wolf husband!!

» oh we all know he’s gonna be nervous when it comes to love

» he’s scared he can’t trust you at first

» it’s probably gonna stay that way until he gets comfortable with you

» which, albeit, takes quite a while

» but when he does?

» he’s all over you!!

» i like to think he’s a very cuddly person

» he doesn’t show it a lot though, but for you?

» he’ll let it slide

» he’s not one for extravagant gestures though

» so if you’re going on dates

» expect it to being either at his place, or something extremely simple

» i don’t think he’d be particularly for PDA

» but if someone were to flirt with you?

» he won’t be afraid to show them that you’re with him

» again, very cuddly

» he likes to be big spoon cause he wants to make you feel safe

» but he also likes to be held

» the memories of his comrades dying is a memory that’s painfully engraved into the very fibers of his being

» so please show him some love

» kisses!!!!

» oh he LOVES to smother you with kisses

» he’s very affectionate in private

» he just loves you so much!!!

» i like to think that michiru got the two of you together

» just like

» michiru: hey look at that beastman over there! they’re super pretty!!!!

» shirou: yeah, sure

» michiru: i’m going to go say hi

» shirou: w h a t

» also, going back to trauma-

» he doesn’t like to talk about it much

» it brings up bad memories

» so he won’t outwardly talk to you about it

» but if you want to console him?

» you’re one of the few people he can really trust and get vulnerable with

» VERYYYY LOYAL PARTNER

» he loves you, and is so scared of you leaving him

» he would never think about cheating on you (the best boy)

» maybe it ties in with him being a wolf beastman-

» shhhhhhhhhhhh

» very very very nervous to tell you that he’s the silver wolf

» he’s so scared you’re going to leave him or hate him or look at him different

» but the sweet kiss you give him when he tells you melts all of his worries away

» GIVE HIM PETS!!!!!!!!!!

» he’s embarrassed but he loves it!!!!!!!!

» his love language is quality time!!!!!!

» he just wants to spend time with you

» he’ll go out of his way to blow off unimportant things (like michiru-) just to be with you

» softie-

» but we love him <3

michiru kagemori

» AHHH MY SWEET GIRL!!!!

» i love her oh so much

» if she likes you, it’s obvious

» painfully so-

» she gets all flustered before you start dating whenever she talks with you

» tripping over her words

» making a fool of herself

» (somehow more than usual-)

» but when you express you like her back?

» you’re stuck with her

» loves cutesy dates!!

» you wanna just watch a movie???

» she’s got a pillow fort and a ton of snacks at the ready

» you wanna go for a walk?

» you’re dancing with her under the stars in the park

» she’s a sucker for that kind of stuff

» she loves showing you off too

» michiru: everyone, this is my partner, y/n, and they are the best person in the world

» y/n: michiru i-

» she absolutely introduces you to everyone like that

» she loves you too much not to express it!!!

» that leads me to her love language…

» words of affirmation!!!

» she’s going to tell you she loves you at any chance she gets

» and if you’re ever insecure?

» she’s your girl

» she’s also big on physical touch

» loves holding your hand out in public

» hugging you and peppering your face with kisses

» the whole lot!

» she’s such a goofball-

» she’d do something stupid just to make you laugh

» michiru: Y/N! I GREW WINGS! AM I GOING TO LAY AN EGG OR SOMETHING???

» when she first told you she wasn’t a real beastman, she was nervous

» but it all washes away when you hold her and tell her you love her no matter what

» she’d definitely cry at that

» she’s so grateful to have you

» and she would go to any extent just to make you happy

nazuna hiwatashi

» GOD SHE’S SO PRETTY I’M NOT EVEN GONNA LIE

» she’s a very caring partner

» when you first start dating though, she’s very nervous

» will you hate her for faking the silver wolf?

» or maybe because of her slightly dismissive behavior?

» but when you decide to stay? she know’s shes in love

» her love language is touch!

» she always wants to be touching you

» she’s not the best at expressing her love or gratitude through words

» so she lets the soft caresses, forehead kisses, and cuddles do it for her!

» oh i can imagine her being a cuddle bug

» just holding you while the two of you fall asleep

» or you holding her!

» she adores just being able to be near you

» when she introduces you to michiru

» it’s chaos

» y/n: in my defense, I was left unsupervised

» nazuna: wasn't michiru with you?

» michiru: in my defense, I was also left unsupervised

» just being absolute idiots together

» back to nazuna though…

» she gets jealous easily!!!

» you can’t change my mind

» if she thinks you’re giving someone too much attention

» she won’t be afraid to just come in and hug you until you pay attention to her

» it’s adorable

» with the church of the silver wolf tho…

» you probably met AFTER that was all said and done

» she doesn’t really have followers anymore

» and a few beastman still hold a grudge against her

» she gets insecure because of it

» make sure to tell her that you love her for her

» she really needs to hear it

» oh! she loves any romantic gestures

» fancy dates? walks in the park? sign her up!

» she loves too much not to show it

marie itami

» crime weasel

» cbhmasbbchasb okay but seriously i love her

» i like to think that she’s sly with her flirting

» but if you flirt back?

» she’s a flustered mess

» she lovesssss pet names

» she particularly likes using “baby”, “love”, “sweetheart”, and “hun”

» loves if you use some back

» her love language? acts of service

» she loves to help you with small tasks

» opening the door for you? absolutely. grabbing the remote for you? of course!

» she wants you to know she loves you, but mainly in smaller gestures

» not as much of a cuddle bug as the rest, but definitely appreciates it

» she’d never turn you down for hugs or pecks

» any time she has by herself, she wants to spend it with you

» her dates aren’t extravagant though

» cuddling on the couch and watching a movie are her specialty

» i like to think that she usually falls asleep after you

» she’ll talk with you until you eventually fall asleep

» it’s more of a protective thing if anything

» she wants to make sure that you’re okay before she rests

» she loves you so so so much

» you’re the only person she’s allowed herself to be vulnerable with

» she has her own insecurities yes, but she tends to bottle them up

» she doesn’t want to bother you

» she’s better at listening and giving advice than venting it out

» it’s not your fault, she’s just not very keen to it

» she likes to keep your relationship more private than anything

» her job is… not normal, and she doesn’t want to eventually end up making the wrong people mad and get you hurt

» so PDA is kept to a minimum

» but she’ll always make up for that in private

» telling you how much she loves and appreciates you being with her

» she doubts your relationship sometimes, thinking that you deserve better

» tell her you love her

» that you really love her

» and her heart is yours

pingua

» your honor

» i love him

» oh my goodness his love language is totally gift giving

» 100%

» you cannot change my mind

» if you look at something in a store for more than 3 seconds

» expect it to be in your possession by the next day

» he won’t say he did it

» but he totally did it

» taking you on flights???

» yes pLEASE!!!!

» he loves showing you the world from his eyes

» and adores it if you love it as much as he does

» wing hugssssss

» imagine him just draping his wings around you while you guys cuddle

» my heart-

» wait, here me out-

» y/n: mcdonalds! mcdonalds! mcdonalds!

» pingua: mcdonalds! mcdonalds! mcdonalds!

» HE WOULD THOUGH AND YOU CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND

» not afraid to get vulnerable with you

» he’ll talk about his comrades and the stupid regulations with ease

» yes, it’s a tough subject

» but you have to talk about difficult things to get through them

» he has nightmares because of it

» he wakes up in cold sweats sometimes, those images ingrained into his head

» hold him

» please

» tell him that you’re here and you’re not going anywhere

» give him kisses and help him ride it out

» aside for that, another goofball

» loves, and i mean LOVES making you smile

» also a HUGE flirt

» he’s cocky about it too

» pingua: aside from being adorable, what do you do for a living?

» y/n, dying: cjsdbivcbhshdkcjbakjcbhsadbmc

» another one who loves romantic gestures

» i like to think that he’s quite the gentleman

» restaurant dates and dancing are right up his alley

» but dear god he loves you so much

» he has no clue where he’d be without you in his life

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olivyh · 3 years

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TWST FAMILY HCS PT2) Savanaclaw and Octavinelle

Feel free to tack on your own Hc’s too!!! I love reading what other people think and how their view of the characters and of Twisted Wonderland in general change from person to person!!!

Savanaclaw:

Leona:

-Farena: We already know Leona describes his brother as being carefree and relaxed, but deep under that I think he’s a deeply intelligent man (how can you run a kingdom and be stupid?). He tries his best to make time in his schedule for his wife and child, and even try to get bonding tike with his younger brother (which never works out well). He tries to teach Cheka as much as he can, often giving him little life lessons while they play games. He’s a very kind and straightforward man, often being blunt when he doesn’t mean to. He stands a little taller than Leona, with Orange hair similar to Chekas. He keeps his hair tied out of his face as much as he can.

-Sister-in-law Kingscholar: A strong and confident woman, not afraid to speak her mind when she wants to. She’s blunt and she’d let you know about it. She’s also very kind in her own way, often dragging Leona off and trying to have serious talks with him, which he appreciates but doesn’t show. She adores Cheka and often spoils him without meaning to, and will spoil Leona too (but indirectly in a way similar to Ace’s father’s). Also very intelligent and good at reading people. I think she stands a little shorter than Leona, but she holds herself higher, and he slouches, so it looks as if they’re the same height. She has long yellow hair (again, similar to the ends of Cheka’s) that she often ties back as well.

-Cheka: We already know him, so heres a few Hcs!: He sometimes asks his mother to do his hair the same way as Leona’s, and tries to do everything like him (such as standing like him, trying to deepen his voice to sound like him, throwing sand at various objects in the castle yelling “King’s Roar!!”)

Ruggie:

-Grandma Bucchi: As he said himself, a stern and prideful woman. I think she’d be on the stricter side, having to teach Ruggie how to survive rather than him having to face those hard truths alone. She likely stands a lot shorter, likely 5’0 (sorry to anyone whos that height), than most other beastwomen. She’s a lot physically stronger than she looks, often still trying to pick Ruggie up at his age. She tries to spoil him when she can, trying to make him relax after working and taking over the household chores (which he declines, still cleaning up when she’s not looking- which earns him a smack to the head with a broom). She’s also a prankster, quietly jumping out from corners and scaring Ruggie or one of the other children. I think she feels a lot of regret over seeing Ruggie grow up so fast in the environment that he had, but she’s the proudest grandma ever. Whenever he sends pictures back she boasts to everyone at home (“See that! That’s my grandson’s school! See that there! He plays magift and is one of the best on the team! Look there! He’s got those nice ceremony robes!”), and even boasts about him with what little baby pictures they have (“See him walking at such a young age? Isn’t he so strong?”) Will never stop talking about her grandson, ever.

-Neighborhood kids: I think they’re like little siblings to Ruggie, so I’m adding them. They try to tale over what Ruggie did when he was at home, helping people fix up their houses or entertaining the baby hyenas when their mothers have other things to do. They also leave gifts to Ruggie when he comes back, between little dolls they made, bracelets they thought he’d like, charms, or pretty rocks and leaves. He keeps all of the gifts, no matter how small.

-His mom (bc the poor woman deserves a spot)(Poor meaning unfortunate)(The more i think abt it, both. It means both. Bad time?): I think she looked a lot like him, but with brighter blue eyes than his. She was definitely a prankster at heart, leaving clever traps behind for any poor soul to get stuck in. She was a very hardworker much like her son, taking on any task she could find to help out her mother. I think she’d try to leave as much behind for Ruggie as she could, which would include little notes and scribbles about how she was feeling throughout her pregnancy and how excited she was for him. Ruggie also kept all of those safe and sound, in a small box he keeps in the corner of his room.

(Can you guess who my fav chara is?)

Jack:

-Grandma & Grandpa Howl: A very loving couple, who always make time out of their schedule for their grandchildren, whether it be for school events, emergencies, or if any one of them want to come by and talk. They met when Grandpa Howl got lost and wandered by Grandma Howl’s family’s cabin (which happens to be the one they, and the rest of the family, still live in to this day) and he spent the night. I think they fell in love at first sight :’)

-Mama Howl: A very soft and loving beastwoman who is willing to sacrifice anything for her children. She is often strict, and sometimes a chatterbox, but she always reminds her children to stay safe and that she loves them. She always pats their head or cheek when she walks by, even if she has to reach a little to plant a kiss on Jack’s forehead. I think her hair would be a little darker grey, and she’d definitely be a little more muscular and taller, reaching six ft one when standing straight up. She’d have the same yellow eyes as Jack, and her hair would be cropped shorter due to her still moving around a lot.

-Papa Howl: Very similar to Jack personality and appearance wise. He stands an inch or two shorter than Jack, but is still very muscular due to working around the house and in the woods (chopping wood for the campfire, dragging around tools, carrying three wolf pups at a time in his younger days (only one now wants to be carried, which hurts the poor man’s heart a bit)

-Baby brother Howl: Huffy and a little moody, but a hard worker even if he complains while doing it most of the time. That’s often with his parents, but when he does something with Jack he doesn’t complain a bit. He’s very attached to his older brother, looking up to him for his strength and strong morals. He often compares him to superheroes and star athletes in his mind, but sometimes it slips out, resulting in one very embarrassed wolf boy and another very flattered wolf boy, ignore their wagging tails, it means nothing. I think he stands pretty tall for a preteen, around 5’7-5’8 and growing taller by the day. Same hair and eye color as Jack. Acts like he doesn’t like to play games with his younger sister but will never turn down a game of tag.

-Baby sister Howl: An absolute sweetheart. She just wants the best for her family and will do whatever she can to make what they want happen. Jack is hungry? Good thing she made her special dessert (it’s a poptart with whipped cream messily piled on top with sprinkles and literal sugar cubed wedged in it, but don’t tell her you don’t like it, please she’d actually bawl). Her other older brother is tired? She can get him extra blankets! Mama needs help cleaning? She can mop (she really just throws water on the floor and praises herself for a job well done). Papa need to cut wood? She can- no, she can’t. Please don’t give her an axe. She’ll cheer him from the sidelines with a song she made up just for him instead! She has their mother’s grey hair and father’s dark brown eyes, and loves to do her hair like the princesses she sees on Tv! (Yes, Jack will wear a too-small dress and Tiara if his sister wants to play princess. No, he will not let anyone take pictures.)

Octavinelle:

Tweels:

-Mama Leech: At first glance, a very kind woman with soft eyes. Willing to open her arms to anyone who might need help. Then, a terrifying grin similar to Floyd’s as that poor unfortunate soul realizes the trap they’d been thrown in. She’s very kind and patient towards both her boys and husband, as well as their friends (even of she is on guard near their friends, throwing a few hollow threats to see if it’d scare them away)(She doesn’t like to share her babies). She dotes on the tweels as much as possible, indulging im whatever curiosity they may have. Floyd wants to know what going through riptide is like? They leave tomorrow to find one. Jade wants to know more about life on land? She’ll find as many books as possible and ask (threaten) people for their land belongings. She knows when too far is too far though, and is very skilled at reeling the boys back in if they get to that point. Will always call them her little guppies, no matter how big they get. I think she’d have a teal bob on top, with the underside of her hair being black (which makes her hair look color changing when she swims). Im her human form shes only a few inches shorter than her boys, ranging around the same as Jack’s mother.

-Papa Leech: The definition of old Hollywood New York mob boss. Strict and blunt about his interests and problems, and not afraid to cause any problems if provoked. When the tweels were younger and they’d wrestle and bite at him, he’d throw them off him easily, telling them they need to work to beat him, even if he was impressed by their teamwork at first. Will die to protect his family, and was likely put in that position many times in the past due to his uh… business. He values his wife and children more than anything, and has done everything in his power in the past to protect them from harm. When they went to NRC at first, he felt defeated and almost wanted to beg them to stay safe with him (not that his pride would allow it).(Both the tweels can see through his facade easily)

Azul:

-Grandma ‘grotto: A very stern and prim octomermaid. What she says goes in the Ashengrotto house, and she often catches herself making unnecessary comments. She does apologize. Also a very loving grandmother towards Azul, often babying him whenever possible (doing the classic “you’re not eating enough here take some more” grandma move)(She will smooch his face whenever possible when there are no business clients nearby). Tries to boost his confidence since she knew about what was happening to him (Chances are she went through the same thing- being an octomer as well) and dod her best to protect him and make him happy. She taught him how to write with his tentacles and encouraged him to do his best in everything he does.

-Mama ‘grotto: Another businesslady in the front absolute softie in the back situation. Adores her son and is incredibly proud of how far he’s come.I think she looks identical to Azul, but more heavyset and, of course, female. She coddled Azul as much as possible, which worked out well with baby Azul’s clingy nature. She had no shame in walking around with the little guy stuck to her (unless he smacked a tentacle to her face when she was working on her restaurant), and made sure everyone knew what a good boy he was. She would show pictures to everyone (similar to Ruggie’s grandma), but respects his wishes in wanting to hide pictures of his past. She still shows anyone who asks pictures of him at NRC (compliments to the twins, who send her updates when her son is busy), and will tell everyone how smart he is and how much he’s grown.

-Step-Papa grotto: A very professional man in every aspect of his life, which stretches to his relationship with his stepson. When he learns about the contracts and Azuls UM, he’s over the moon with how happy he is. He swam around with a little more pep than usual, flicking his tail and flaring out his fins the more and more Azul told him. He helps him reword and format his contracts to his advantage, and is always willing to talk with him about Mostro Lounge or (on rare occasion) some memories before Step papa Ashengrotto met Mama Ashengrotto (which always make him happy that Azul trusts him enough). I think he’d be a pretty generic looking Mer, with an average looking tail and such

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Razor with a fem teacher darling.

Some sweet lil cute lady in Mondstadt that teaches little kids. Older than our boy, maybe 30s, just old enough to be very maternal (and so that she’ll never see it coming of course). Conscripted by the knights to quit her day job and take on the task of teaching the wolf boy how to adapt to human society, how to speak and interact with others. They find that a normal approach overwhelms and confuses him, so they think your way of doing things would be best for someone... on his intellectual and social level.

They let him stay with her several hours a day and practice talking and teaching him things like the most basic words that he may need to know how to read, how to sign his name, basic addition/subtraction etc... He is like a kid in some ways, namely naivete and maturity, so you kinda deal with him as if he was, almost infantile, like giving him little mantras and poems they teach kids on how to remember basic manners/politeness, giving him stickers and other little trinket-y rewards for correct answers, which he cherishes quite a bit.

And he starts coming more and more often, doesn't want to leave, even stays sometimes overnight, and you let him, because you're glad he wants to learn about human life, so you let him sleep on your couch (although he often ends up just curling up on the floor anyway).

He becomes addicted to praise. Since you once taught little kids, you're used to that whole overenthusiasm people give kids, the "wow! Good job! I'm so proud!" And you give that to him too, because you wanna encourage him after all, and you figure he will only understand if you exaggerate the enthusiasm. He gets hooked on that and is constantly trying to earn your praise and approval, will do things and show them to you as he sits there expectantly, waiting for you to say he did good. Dips his head down expectantly, since you normally pet him on the head. Beaming smile and bright, wide eyes.

As such, the way you view him becomes... soft. Dangerously so, not that you’re aware of that aspect of it yet, but in your mind, he’s like a sweet kid, even ironically a bit puppy-like. He’s so sweet, you tell the knights when giving a report on your progress. He wouldn’t hurt a fly.

And then he gets more... comfortable. As all people do in all kinds of relationships, they become less guarded, less careful, less afraid to be open and honest and allow their true self to come out.

You’re forced to become aware of the ways in which he is very much not a kid. Namely physically. One time you told him you had to go for the night and you'd see him tomorrow, but he kept saying you couldn't go yet, he just wants five more minutes! But you sigh and say no, you really have to go, and he huffs and pouts and grabs you by the arm and pins you down. Not yet. Just a few more minutes, he says. You genuinely fear for a moment that he’s about to unintentionally snap your arm, he grips so tightly. You pull, but he doesn’t even budge, you’re not certain that he even processes that you’re struggling, even though you use your full strength. You give a forced, scared smile and ask, hey, remember what we learned about selfishness? And how it's bad? How we can’t force other people do what we want? He hangs his head and says sorry, but seems sad about letting you go. The bruise he leaves lasts over a week. From that point forward, you’re acutely aware of the physical strength he possesses. But still, he didn’t mean to hurt you, he just didn’t understand, you think. He’s still so sweet. He just needs some time.

He likes your attention. That is, he likes to have it. He does not like your attention being given to other things and people. It took you a while to figure out why people would always look so uncomfortable and leave mid-conversation when he was in the room, you couldn’t see how he glared and scowled at people while standing behind you. Once you realize it, you don’t get mad, because it’s not his fault, right? You tell yourself to be patient, just like with the kids. You just have to explain that it’s important to be nice to people. Treat others the way you want to be treated, you say. And how would he want to be treated? Nicely, right? So be nice in the future, ok? He nods, but you get the sense it didn’t really sink in.

And for one thing, you learn he’s, well, appropriately curious about human... love. Relationships. Sex. Very, very curious, and very eager to ask questions. He actually understands and is familiar with quite a bit, you discover (he’s probably witnessed more sex than you have, really), he just doesn’t really know the words, and substitutes as best as he can before you teach him the right words for his... unique terminology, which he uses when describing the things he would like to learn the words for: The thing humans do where they hit each other with their mouths. When the girl-wolf is growing a baby inside and her stomach gets big. The thing mates do together. The white stuff the boy-wolves make, that comes out of their... thing, whatever the word is, tell him that word too, please. Not just wolves, he makes that white stuff too, he clarifies, because he has one of those things, just in case you didn’t know. You... handle it as maturely as you can. You tell him that yes, you’re aware he does, in fact, have one.

But you figure that curiosity is appropriate, he’s a sexually functioning adult, of course he’s curious. He’s fascinated by the female anatomy diagram in the textbook you manage to find in the library, looks at it quite a bit, and, despite your embarrassment, you figure you have a responsibility to make sure he understands. It’s not like it’s wrong, just awkward, so you willingly read the text when asked. Combined with the previous conversation, you soon realize a lesson in... appropriateness is probably needed. That is, since he’s started asking if you have those things too. Does it really look like that? Do those things really have milk in them? Can he feel them? The part of the book that shows the humans mating, why do they do it like that, facing each other? Do they ever do it the way wolves do? Have you done it before? You... have to tell him that he can’t go around asking other people questions like that. It’s not appropriate, you explain, and your job is to help him understand what is and isn’t appropriate. He doesn’t seem to grasp why he can’t ask things like that, seems hurt, like he thinks you just don’t want to, so you have to explain that it’s just... a human social thing.

You soon realize maybe you didn’t explain it well enough. When he keeps staring at your chest, you have to remind him it’s rude. And we don’t want to be rude, right? But he keeps asking why? Why is it bad? He doesn’t understand. When he has a very obvious raging hard-on and just sits there letting it visibly poke at the fabric, you awkwardly chime in that he might want to, uh, cover that up. But he tilts his head because he doesn’t understand why.

It’s only the beginning of such appropriateness conversations. Once when you’re working on something, he wants to show you the work he did, he practiced writing some of those important words. But you tell him to hang on just a minute, I’m working on something important. He doesn’t like that, so he shoves your work off the desk and sends it crashing to the floor. There, now you don’t have to look at all that stuff and can focus on him instead, see? Isn’t his writing good? Aren’t you going to say he did good? He doesn’t understand why you seem upset, but you, having developed an incredible patience in years of working with kids, keep your cool and explain why that’s not nice and why we have to learn to be patient, ok? But you reassure him it is good, put the cute sticker on his paper, and that’s all that matters, he seems happy. You feel like he didn’t hear the important part.

In fact, you were so impressed by the progress in his speaking and intellectual skills that you were a bit blinded to the fact that he’s showing a... concerning lack of understanding some of the more practical social lessons you’ve been teaching.

You swear you’ve said a hundred times now that you can’t just pick up things you want and take them, but he keeps doing it. You had to apologize profusely more times than you can count so the knights didn’t arrest him for theft, but you feel like they’re starting to get tired of the he doesn’t understand excuse.

And you’ve talked about being nice before, you swear, you’ve read several children’s books on the importance of niceness over and over, complete with pictures, and he seemed to like them. And he is sweet, precious even. ...To you. He just needs to work on applying those skills to everyone else, you always tell the superiors. To stop... scowling at people. To stop clinging to you, shyly hiding behind you like a child to their mother whenever someone new comes along. To stop ignoring when other people are trying to talk to him, and to stop interrupting other people who are talking to you when he decides that he wants you to be done with your current conversation and focus on him instead.

And most importantly, you tell them you need to work with him on the little... selfishness problem he seems to have. Stubbornness, rather. He does not like the word no. He huffs and pouts like a kid, getting sad and sulky. Nor does he react well to being denied anything, and especially not being reprimanded in any way. He sulks quite a bit whenever you get frustrated at him. And he doesn’t exactly... listen. Sometimes he’ll heed your “no,” and sometimes he... does what he wants anyway. You almost get the sense that he thinks that listening to you is optional. As sweet as he is, you become increasingly aware that he very much likes it when things go his way, and can become rather pouty when he can’t get his way.

It makes sense, you reason with yourself. Do what is necessary to obtain what you want. If you can’t get what you want, use force. Those are the laws of the wild, of survival in the animal world, are they not? He’s just... adjusting. He’s not used to such complex social constructs. Give him time.

He has to learn things can’t always go his way, especially since soon, you’ll have to return to your normal job, and he’ll be left to his own devices. They ruled that he’s improved enough that you’re no longer needed.

You do worry about that a bit. You worry how he’ll manage, and fear he’ll just go back to being a recluse in the woods, since the one thing he didn’t ever make much improvement on was forming bonds and socializing... well, with anyone besides you. You always tried to make him feel like he had a place he was loved and appreciated -- the same you do with the kids.

You always sensed a sort of lonesomeness in the boy. At one point you began to more carefully curate the books you would find to read aloud to him, being sure to leave the ones that featured families in the “don’t read” pile. He would get a sad look on his face and stare wistfully at pages whenever the story contained a mother or a family in any way. Sometimes you would find him flipping through old books at the pictures, looking out the window at children roaming the streets with their parents, and you couldn’t help but wonder how often he thought about what he could have had, if at all, and you wonder if he ever wished he could have had normalcy. You try to be something of a mother figure he never had -- loving, supportive. It’s the least you can do, right? You’ve done plenty of things that you sensed could backfire, but certainly that kindness would not come to be something you’d regret.

And you expected him to react badly to the news that your time together would be ending, but not this badly. You reassure him it’s ok, you’ll visit him all the time! He can come visit you when school isn’t in session! He still seems upset, even tearful. Why can’t you stay with him?

You choose your words carefully. He tends to hear what he wants to hear, rather than what you actually say, so you try your best to be clear. So there’s no confusion... so that he can’t twist your words.

It’s not your decision to make, it’s the board’s.

It’s their fault. They’re keeping her away.

He can visit you any time you’re not busy.

(y/n) will be too busy to play. Too busy with other people.

But you have to go to work, it’s your primary responsibility.

They’re more important than her than me.

He eventually gets quiet, sulks as he does. You sigh and hope he’ll be able to accept it.

... You get the strangest feeling of... premonition as you wrap up for the day. Like something bad is going to happen. You turn to him and remind him that... remember, doing bad things will get you in trouble, right? Hurting people and stuff like that... is illegal in Mondstadt, remember?

He actually becomes very alert at those words, like he’s having a realization. That’s good, you think, he gets it.

The realization was actually the... implication of the words “in Mondstadt.” It’s illegal and wrong... in Mondstadt. He’s not the brightest person in the world, but that gives him an idea. In his mind, Mondstadt isn't the whole region, it's just the city. So outside of the city... If he gets you outside of the city, then, it'll be ok to do anything he wants right? Yes, that makes a lot of sense to him.

So as your days together draw to a close, he asks for one more thing. He visited you so much. Can you come visit him, just once? He wants to show you his home. It'll be fun, you think, you'd genuinely like that. So you smile and agree. You have no reason not to.

#scheduled post #yan.txt #.rz

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spideyskrunkly · 2 years

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Hungry For Help (ch1)

CC fanmade case

Characters: David Jeremiah Jones, Kailin Stanford, GPD, cc suspects

Warnings: Death, swearing, starvation, someone has a breakdown, mentions of playboys, flashbacks of toxic home environment, someone's being homophobic (lemme guess, Frincley)

Jones never thought he would see this day.

(Flashback)

"Mom's in a bad mood again."

"I know."

June and Sheng stayed in their room while their mother was screaming downstairs.

"THAT RAT! THAT FUCKING LITTLE RAT, I TOLD THAT DAMN KID TO CATCH THAT RAT! THAT GOOD FOR NOTHING LITTLE SHIT CAN'T EVEN DO ONE SIMPLE TASK!" And so on about June not being able to catch a rat.

"... Was the rat in the cubby again?"

"Yep. They're hard to not miss in there." June sighed as he took a pack of gum, put one in his mouth and handed another to Sheng. "Don't be like mom when you grow up."

"... June?"

"What's up."

"Are you... really gonna leave? To be be a soldier? Just like you said when you and mom were fighting?"

"..."

"That's okay." Sheng crossed his legs and chewed on the gum. "Mom's pretty scary."

"... Yeah. But I'm the big bad wolf. And I'm gonna gobble you up for being the silliest kid." And he imitated a wolf by ticking his brother's neck which made him giggle.

But the laughter soon died as did the smiles did as well. "I miss Carlos."

June looked sadly at Sheng that he also missed their older brother. "... Me too."

"June, even if.... you leave, will we always be brothers?"

June looked at Sheng with ease and worry. "Of course we will." He gave Sheng an embrace that kindly accepted safety and love. "No matter life or death."

(End Flashback)

GPD was chilling in the break area.

Grace and Ramirez sat next to eachother as the table curved. Next to Ramirez was Nathan who had Kailin stuck between him and Alex. She didn't seem to mind it as she and Alex were talking about the new Tech movie. Next to Alex was Jones then finally June.

(So if you're confused: Grace👉Ramirez👉Nathan👉Kailin👉Alex👉Jones👉June) lol

"Imagine hating the best chicken here. Could be me." Grace picked up a chicken made out of cardboard.

Nathan sighed. "This made the cafeteria lunch back in school look delicious."

Ramirez picked up a sandwich that was made from his wife. "Damn, I feel sorry for y'all."

"NO ALEX, IT'S FUCKING BROCCOLI AND BEEF!"

"NO, IT'S BEEF AND BROCCOLI!"

Jones started to looked like Alex and Kailin's conversation was getting out of hand. "What's going on, you two."

"KAILIN SAYS IT'S BROCCOLI AND BEEF BUT I SAY BEEF AND BROCCOLI! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THAT!"

"NO IT'S NO?!?!?!? LMAO?!?!?"

(Now this was based on a real conversation I had 💀)

Jones looked with confusion and recieved the same look from June who spoke up. "Why does it matter? You can just come to terms that it's whatever."

Kailin couldn't let this slide though. "Look, bastard, we can take this later, OUTSIDE or ask Google."

Alex couldn't help but agree with the terms. "Alright, go, go for it!"

June couldn't help but look with shame. "What the hell, you two."

Suddenly, a speaker awoke. "If I may have Inspector Jones, Tech Stanford and Captain Shiloh in my office please! I repeat, I would like to have Inspector Jones, Tech Stanford and Captain Shiloh in the chief's office. Please and thank." The speaker hung up.

"Well, there goes the rest of our break."

"Well, this might be a murder."

"Well, we're fucking taking this fight later, Alex."

The called trio made it to Chief King's office.

"Gentlemen and Kailin. I'm afraid there's been a murder back at the park. A starved person in fact which is disturbing."

"Alright Chief, we'll head on-"

"Wait a second, June. I know this is gonna sound uncommon, but I'm gonna need you to head home for the day."

"What, wha... am I fired?!"

"No! No. No. Nobody's gonna get fired. You're not fired or in trouble. I just... need you to head home for the day. I'd rather Inspector Jones and Tech Stanford on this case. And no, I don't wanna argue about this, June."

June felt... unsteady and left with a saddened face. He closed the door behind him and inched his ear onto it.

"Chief, what's going on? June would usually go with me! He's my partner!"

"I know I've been new here for like... 5 cases, but aren't they always together????"

"I KNOW. I.... his brother. His brother, Sheng Shiloh, was found dead at the park. And until you two break it to him, he cannot know."

June lets himself off the door. He started to walk out of the building.

"No. No, no, no, no, Sheng, no. No. No, no no no no no no no no no, no no no, NO, NO NO NONONONONONONONONONONONO...."

June felt... numb. He felt... adrenaline. He felt like... he needed to get to the park before thay do.

A d with that thought, he ran out as Jones and Kailin left the chief's office.

"How are we gonna tell him? He's gonna have a breakdown about this..."

"We don't know, but we gotta get to the park."

June didn't know that he had it in him to run this far to the park where it had a quiet area.

"NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO"

He made it past the benches and the streets. But it seemed like Jones andd Kailin with some more officers came before him.

"NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO"

June started to lose his breath, but he didn't care. He wanted to see if it was someone else. If it wasn't his brother. It's can't be.

Jones noticed him from a distance.

"June?! GET OUT OF HERE, IT'S NOT WORTH IT!"

NONONONONONONONO

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!!"

NONONO

"JUNE, PLEASE!" Jones held onto June like he was a robot trying to break free from wires.

"LET GO OF ME! SHENG! SHENG! SHENG!" June started to sob as he called out for his brother.

Paramedics passed by them with a body on a mat that was being carried to Nathan back in GPD.

No.

June remembered those braids. And the soft teeth. And the tight curls.

It really was his brother.

June screamed in agony and despair as he then sobbed onto Jones's chest.

"June... I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I never wanted you to find out like this."

June looked up with anger- no. WAR in his eyes.

"I'M GONNA KILL THEM! I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M GONNA KILL WHO DID THIS TO HIM!"

Jones looked with a terrified look on his face. He never wanted to see June like this. "No, June, you don't want that!"

"SHUT UP, FUCK OFF! DON'T TELL ME WHAT- what I want, I want my little brother back!" He once again cried into Jones's chest. Loud, muffled sobs were coming out.

"Kailin, I'm gonna bring June home. Can you find anything that's might help us with the case?"

"Sure. Just tell him to take a break back home."

"Jones... Jones please, find who did this... please..." June grabbed onto Jones's shirt with despair in his face. "...please..."

Jones took June by the hand and took him to the car. "I promise."

After bringing June back home, Jones raced back to Kailin. "Find anything?"

"I found his bag here. Went through his stuff and found a phone and an ID. It shows he worked at a carwash."

"Then we should send the phone to Alex and see if he finds anything. Meanwhile, let's go to the carwa-"

"Hello, is there something going on here?"

Jones and Kailin turned around to find a lady with a white shirt, blue sweats and blonde hair with orange eyes. "I'm supposed to meet my boyfriend here."

Kailin showed the same sass the lady was giving. "Yeah, well, this is a crime scene now, lady."

"A crime scene? Just my damn luck. Have you seen a certain... Sheng Shiloh? I'm supposed to be meeting him here."

Jones and Kailin looked at each other than looked back at the suspect. "What's your name?"

"Anquezze Robert. Hold on, I know you..." she points to Jones. "You're one of the greatest cops in Grimsborough! Where's your partner? My boyfriend's related to him!"

Jones looked in shame. "Unfortunately, Captain Shiloh cannot be in this case. His brother, who also was your boyfriend, was unfortunately left here to die."

"Oh! That's tragic!"

"We're sorry for your loss, ma'am. We know that this is tragic."

"Well, not really. I'm a little shocked, but I'm not that saddened."

Kailin and Jones looked in suprise. Kailin spoke. "Lady, your boyfriend just died?! How could you not care?!"

"Well..." Anquezze spoke with a softer, yet annoyed voice. "He and I have been having arguments lately about our relationship. He's been noticing that I've been reading playboys. I've been noticing he's been more focused on work and honestly, he told me to come here at this time a few days ago. And... this is a turn of events."

Kailin looked up to Jones as he came with a conclusions. "Well, we might need to talk to you again, so hang tight, Miss Robert."

Kailin and Jones separated as Jones went to the carwash and Kailin went over to Alex back at GPD.

Kailin and Alex examined the phone in their database.

Alex turns over to Kailin. "So this is actually the victim's phone! Now be warned, suggestive stuff coming in."

"Ew."

"I know. And I saw a photo of the night the victim was left to die! The photo was shown our killer. Sadly, there's no face, but the killer tried to break in and typed the wrong password and a photo was taken! And the photo was.... a playboy."

"So our killer owns a playboy. Pervert."

Jones was at the carwash and looked around. He noticed how there was a shirt with blood on it. It seems white.

"Guess I'll just send this to Grace..."

As he was about to leave, he heard a voice call out to him.

"Ay, bro! You dropped your key!"

Jones turned around and saw his car keys onto the floor. How did he not notice. Or heard. What the fuck. This is why Chief King bullys him. For fuck's sake, they were car keys that can make a lot of noise. We need to bully him about this now. (/j, ily Jones 😭😭😭)

As he picked it up, he looked up to the voice. There was a man with a black mohawk and amber eyes with a white tank top and some jeans. "Howdy! I'm Jack Blaziken. I'm the owner of the carwash."

"Oh, lovely. Have you seen a certain Sheng Shiloh around here?"

"Lousy ass? Eh, he's a good dude, just always late. Speaking of which, he hasn't come by for a few days! The audacity!"

"Well, his reason to not come is because he was left to die. We found him tonight."

"Oh."

"When's the last time you saw him, Jack?"

"When it was like 2 or 3 days ago. Been reading my playboys all afternoon yesterday because of how boring it was getting without the champ. Guess, I might as well find some more workers..." and with that, Jack went back to his little office.

Kailin and Jones reunite to share information as they waited for Grace and Nathan.

"Man, this case is... getting wild and it's only starting."

Jones was looking a little sad. "I just really hope that June's gonna be okay."

"Y'mean the little freak finally having it? What a party."

Jones and Kailin groaned of the familiar voice behind them. At least they understand June's frustration. "What do you want, Frincley."

"Just a howdy to my teammates! Well, to at least two of em."

"We're not your teammates, asshole. And leave June's name out of your mouth if you're just gonna talk shit."

"Well, whatever. That damn (homophobic slur) is just being a baby cuz his bro died."

Jones immediately stood up the same time Grace had walked out the room. "The fuck did you just say?" Kailin rushed over in front of Jones. "No, no! Jones, he's not worth it!"

Grace coughed up for attention to her. "If I may, everyone."

Jones, annoyed, looked at Frincley and walked into Grace's lab.

"Yeah that's right, boy. All bark, no bite."

Kailin lost it. "Y'know, just because you're a sad wash up doesn't mean you get to have shit your way, Frincley. You're pretty much useful as a fucking nail who can only do damage, so why not find something else to take your anger out on instead of being a useless stiff man who just sits around all day."

"Grrrr! You're only new here and you still got sass. I like it. Feel free to scratch me kitty." And with that, he let a purring sound to mock Kailin.

Grace took off her heel and slammed Frincley in the face with it. Frincley fell on the ground.

"Now, people." Grace put her heel back on and lead Jones and Kailin toward her lab.

"Is he always like that?! Why not fire him or something?!"

"He has a tight contract with the mayor, I'll explain later. What's up Grace?"

"So I managed to look on the shirt you gave me and can confirm that this is the victim's blood. I can't say how that got there, so you'll have to wait for Nathan to answer. But what I can say is that he was not wearing a white shirt!"

"So that means..."

"Yep! This is your killer's shirt!"

"Sweet. Thanks, Grace. You're a whole girlboss."

"Aw, thank you, Kailin. I can say the same for you."

Both people soon walked into Nathan's lab. Nathan was there with a disgusted face.

Jones whispered to Kailin. "If even Nathan looks sick, you know it's that bad." Then he turned to Nathan. "Everything okay?"

Nathan looked to the partners. "This... this is fucked up. I found an open head wound which shows that the victim was knocked out. But that's not all, embrace yourselves." He stood up. "The killer went and tied him up in the cloth and rope w/ knots, and he was hung and left upside down, not for hours, but for days. He died by... starvation and dizziness. But mostly starvation. Starvation is your murder weapon. But then I noticed that there was wine on him. I ran blood tests and he doesn't drink."

"Now we know our killer drinks wine and we got the... well... cause of death. You guys would usually find murder weapons which is rare in here." Kailin wrote this down.

Jones and Kailin were stuck back Jones's office.

"So our killer drinks wine, has a white shirt and... reads sex magazines."

"Jack seems bummed about the murder while Anquezze doesn't really give a shit." Jones thought hard. He ended up with a conclusion that... he didn't want to end up with. "Maybe I'm getting a little too into this, but June never really talks to us about his past and never talks about his family."

"And? They're related, so we outta help June a little!"

"We are... but... June had a whole breakdown which you saw. And he has to know maybe something about Sheng as his brother."

Kailin looked with concern. "You don't mean..."

Jones returned with the same look, only a little sadness. "Yes. I am suggesting it." He crossed his fingers and pressed them to his lips.

"Junely Shiloh may have to be a suspect in this case."

Ch1 end

#criminal case #david jeremiah jones #kailin stanford #grimsborough #hungry for help #cc suspect #june shiloh #alex turner #nathan pandit #eduardo ramirez #grace delaney #chief king #sheng shiloh #steve frincley

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Andrius, Venti, and Dvalin: General HCs [+ unhinged Venti]

Oh no, not strange at all! I love seeing the art people have done on human Dvalin and Andrius. I’m not entirely sure if you wanted a Venti x Dvalin x Andrius pairing but I’m going to assume so. But just in case, I added a few points of all 4 of your hanging out. How my desk is positioned with my window, the sun is shining directly into my eyes so I have to type in this weird position unless I want my eyeballs to melt.

Also, if any of this is wrong just look away. This took forever because holy crap there is so much lore on these 3. Not sure what exactly you had in mind so I made some general/friendship HCs

Alright, today’s appreciations post is for maagdalen. Super lovely person with some lovely emotes. Oh and your english is really good btw^^ and ty for chatting with me 💕💕💕

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Andrius, Venti, and Dvalin: General HCs

Andrius

Andrius, also known as Lupus Boreas, was tasked with protecting the nation of Mondstadt under the request of Barbatos. He had a noble soul and mainly stays in the area of Wolvendom. He was strict, to the point, and never really partakes in whatever “foolish” activities Venti or Dvain get themselves into. But it’s all just a front because as soon as one of them get’s hurt or is in danger, his fangs and teeth are out. Even if it’s a cute hydro slime. Then he’ll take them by the scruff of their neck back to Wolvendom to get their wounds checked. On Venti it works, but with Dvalin’s dragon form. It’s amusing to see a pouting dragon getting dragged off by a wolf that wasn’t even double his size.

Not many Mondstadt citizen’s know but Andrius isn’t actually a wolf. He chooses to take the form of a wolf and should any of the wolves in Wolvendom be threaten, that’s the form he will appear in. But in truth, it was because Venti suggested it. If he was going to stay in Wolvendom and protect wolves then it made sense that his form would be the big bad wolf. Really Andrius just believes that Venti has a secret vendetta against cats and Andrius wouldn’t talk to Venti if he suggested that he take the form a dog.

There is a bit of discourse between Andrius and Venti due to Venti’s human-like appearance since Andrius views human society as a disappointment. Only accepting abandoned infants that have no where to go. But he does respect Barbatos and helped in his efforts to rebuild Mondstadt and protect it as one of the Four Winds.

While he doesn’t completely enjoy Venti’s extravagant personality he’s glad that Barbatos adopted the name and is living his life in freedom. Despite being the anemo archon, he chooses to live as Venti. Having fun in taverns and doing what he loves.

Venti

Venti always brings stories and sings for the two whenever he decides that it’s been too long since he’s seen his friends. He usually brings a bottle of wine even if he’s the only one that ever drinks - which is probably why he brings wine - which leads to Andrius scolding Venti to try and act civilized when he gets drunk and saying “No Dvalin, you cannot have some. The last time we let you drink you cried so much that Springvale still has a waterfall.”

It’s amusing to hear that after the war, the biggest problem Venti has right now is getting constantly ID checked. Dvalin takes this quite literally, since he still isn’t fully aware of taverns rules and regulations, that it takes both Venti and Andrius to hold him down before another Stormterror incident happens.

Venti has always been bold, never afraid to say anything, which was a trait that Dvalin and Andrius liked about the anemo archon. It was what made him the archon of freedom but sometimes Venti is a bit too bold and pretends to play fetch with Andrius wolf form. He is not amused. When he tries it with Dvalin, Dvalin will participate but he get’s confused and ends up just sitting beside Venti when the archon throws the stick. Which causes Venti to make a walk of shame to get the stick back.

When Venti acts as the Wind Archon it’s always a bit of whiplash when he talks in his philosophical state that it reminds Dvalin and Andrius that despite his childlike appearance and attitude, he was still the anemo archon. But it get quickly covered up when he says it’s time to switch back to Venti time.

It’s hard for them all to meet up in the present day. Dvalin stays in his domain while Andrius stays in Wolvendorm, all alone in their own domain. Venti prefers lively places than those quiet and solitude areas so he’s either in the City of Freedom or under the Windrise tree. But on occasions where he feels lonely he’ll swing by Dvalin’s lair and use the winds to carry their conversation to Andrius. Just so he isn’t left out.

If anyone asks where the ballads that Venti sings that are about a strict wolf and a nervous dragon, he’ll just say it was a passing tune he made up.

Dvalin

Dvalin, same as Andrius, lost his faith in humanity and the city of Mondstadt. He was released as his role as one of the four winds but continued to remain in Mondstadt. Similarly to Andrius he is distrustful around humans after being betrayed by them, chose to avoids human contact but he tries to adopt a more friendly side when Venti visits him.

Dvalin cares about Venti more and isn’t as standoffish in showing that he appreciates Venti compared to Andrius. Venti explained to him and showed him what freedom truly was he felt connected with someone for the first time. He did want to be understood and loved by the humans for who he was and what he wanted to protect. But that’s still a long road ahead.

He’s a curious but clumsy dragon. He’s pure of heart and steadfast in his goals which Venti is full-heartily cheering him on while Andrius disagrees but allows Dvalin to continue on this own path. Even if Andrius is on the other side of Mondstadt, he still tries to keep an eye out for Dvalin should the Abyss Order ever try and take his friend under their control.

However, due to how almost naïve the dragon is, he get’s into rather...interesting situations. While Andrius groans and Venti loses his absolute shit when Dvalin, still in his dragon form, lands and tries to observe the wolves. He only hides behind a thin tree that barely covers even 2% of his entire body and ends up scaring the wolves who run back to Andrius for safety. It takes a lot of consoling from Venti that the wolves didn’t like him, they were just scared and perhaps he should adopt a smaller form?

He’s still a bit sick from the aftermath of the Abyss Order and the poison of Durin so he can’t travel as far as he would like so Venti keeps him company. Telling him what the citizens of Mondstadt have been up to and playing music with his lyre.

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I love writing Venti, he’s so much fun. :) I say this but I live for Venti who hides behind this happy persona but is actually unhinged or deluded. I have many thoughts on this but I didn’t want to break the pace of the fic (plus this is getting pretty long anyways). So feel free to skip the rest of this if that makes you uncomfortable. I’m just spit balling right now.

But nervous and shy dragon Dvalin plus mother hen Andrius is canon. You cannot convince me otherwise.

This week has just turned into “what will we awaken today?” In other news, Lisa and Diluc. But it might be a bit late since this took some time to finish. In extra news, solo leveling just updated. Oh and jjk is (hopefully) getting a new episode tmr^^

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Barbatos

Andrius and Dvalin trust Venti to fulfill his archon duties should anything ever happen to Mondstadt. The same way Venti trusts the Four Winds will protect Mondstadt should anything dangerous arise. With the carefree nature of Venti making a sudden appearance after Barbatos’s year long nap, they both got a bit too comfortable with this happy-go-lucky version of their archon.

That is until Venti brings a fourth person into their trio. Someone who knew how to play the lyre and wished to fly and see the birds. Andrius and Dvalin share a quick look of anxious tension and it’s confirmed when Venti makes a small slip of the tongue and calls you by a certain boy’s name. They aren’t sure what to do or if Venti was starting to regress back into Barbatos and what that could mean for this innocent traveler.

“Barbatos defeated the previous ruler and left the city to rest because he didn’t want to become the same tyrant. But an archon is still an archon with responsibilities. Those responsibilities can be warped to the point that they believe they are helping and guiding their followers, but are actually trapping them in their cage. He is an archon that believes in freedom so his cage is just a bit bigger. Big enough that you can’t see the walls. Be careful traveler.”

Venti goes to greet you the next day you see him but his words seem to fade away when he approach's you. He asks if you’ve been talking to Andrius lately. You nod and ask how he knows. He says that you just spell like wolfhooks and that you shouldn’t worry about anything.

The next day Andrius apologizes to you about his words and that he was mistaken. There was nothing to worry about and to trust Venti. You can see Dvalin a bit off to the side looking away nervously and a bit guilty.

Venti always makes sure that Andrius and Dvalin keep an eye on you, especially Dvalin when you’re in stormterror land. It was a pretty dangerous landscape to trek through. As for Andrius, he doesn’t want you to get hurt during your weekly practice fights. It wouldn’t do you any good if you got hurt and couldn’t explore this vast world with him.

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wallwriterstuff · 4 years

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The Big Bad Wolf ||Demetri Volturi x Female Reader||

Warnings: A bit angsty at first, but otherwise it’s very fluffy

Words: 5092

Taglist: @thelastemzy @kpopgirlbtssvt @a-avaunce @college-is-coming @alecvolturiswifeforever @broskibowser @volturidoll13 @raindancer2004

Summary:

Part 1: Little Red Riding Hood Part 3: What Soft Lips You Have Part 4: And They Have Lived Happily Ever After

Demetri ponders why his mate doesn’t seem to feel what he feels, tries to plan ahead, and makes an important promise to the one person he can no longer be without.

What did she dream of?

When her face scrunched like that. When her body twisted like it was trying to escape or flee or maybe curl closer? When her lips moved but no discernible noise escaped them. When she sighed contentedly.

What did she dream of?

When her fingers clenched into thick wool. When her cheek rubbed the same fabric. When vibrant eyes fluttered behind closed lids.

What did she dream of?

He still had no answer despite years of watching her – at least that was how it felt. He could vividly recreate her face in his mind, from the soft curve of her jaw that gave her face that classic oval shape the Swan Sister’s shared to the iridescence of those big Y/E/C eyes. In reality, he simple hadn’t stopped staring since she sort of collapsed into him, her exhausted body no longer capable of keeping her upright once he used the advantages fate had bestowed upon him to try and calm her from her obviously terrified state. Demetri couldn’t honestly say he blamed her, being afraid of her current situation. The moment she had stepped on the plane his mate had been subject to stares, the probing and malicious kind of looks that only those who thought they were above you could really give. Those looks gave way to open shock and clear, intense dislike when Demetri ushered her into the small booth of the Private Jet, the one reserved for the Higher Guard only.

To add to her worry, Aro had drifted over before long to discuss her change, Caius’s open dislike for her enough to make it clear only Demetri seemed to be overly bothered about whether or not she could endure the transformation. He was determined to make it so, bargaining for at least a night of sleep since the poor thing looked so drained. Her sister was pale it was true but there was something about the bags under her eyes that didn’t sit well with him. Alone, afraid, his mate looked nothing like the strong woman who had spoken out against the injustice her family were facing, and he would have devoted every last inch of himself to seeing her smile if only the timing was right. But he had scared her to, hadn’t he? His reaction to what was obviously a very upsetting scar of all things…

It was the principle of the thing! To think someone else’s venom had entered her bloodstream, that someone else had tasted the alluring wine lingering in her veins! The thought had driven him to near madness as most other things about her had that day. It had started off quite gently, as the mate pull should be he supposed. Her scent had made him pause, watching from a distance as she spied on them with no real idea of the consequences it held for either of them, breathing her in one deep inhale at a time as he tried to figure out why the scent was so alluring – then recoiling in surprise when he realised it was because it was all his favourite scents rolled into something unique and tantalising on the tongue. Curiosity had been the first major emotion, itching at his brain, and when Aro’s impatience had forced him to reveal himself to her, it had been quiet, reverent awe that came next.

Awe that he could have the privilege to gaze upon a creature so lovely, from the red tinge to her cold skin to the soft waves of hair that almost begged him to run his fingers through it. The moment he had dared meet her gaze the world calmed, like a storm had brewed and raged within him without him ever noticing until that moment. There was nothing and no one, not a sound or a directive that could have moved him for the seconds it took the mate pull to thrum in the back of his mind, slowly beginning the momentous task of realigning every instinct and every fibre of his being to her, making her the focal point of his existence. This experience was supposed to be sweet and slow, yet watching her wilt under Aro’s stare, knowing the danger she was in, had only sped it up, fate intervening to ensure he protected what was his so he didn’t lose it too soon. The moment his Master leaned forward he knew well his intentions, and Demetri couldn’t honestly recall what happened next since his body had took the lead and given his mind a backstage pass to watch the show from afar.

“You’ve been out of sorts since you met her. Is the pull that strong or is there something more at play here?” Felix asked, a low murmur that only their little booth would hear. Though they made no effort to be friendly his friends had, at the very least, kept their conversations at a more human volume so she would not be left out. Even if she did not take part in their discussions she was not excluded from them. Demetri reflexively tightened his grip, still unable to move his eyes from her for even a moment. He still felt like he was on high alert, like he was waiting for the enemy to come crashing in at any moment and take her from his grasp.

“Yes Demetri do tell, you’ve fawned over her like one might an infant.” Jane looked thoroughly amused at his discomfort and he made a mental note to pay her back for it later…when he could think straight. Every now and then, she would inhale deeply, curling tighter into the cloak he had wrapped around her before she had practically fallen into his lap, pressing tighter to his body as he held her close. He couldn’t understand it himself. Instinctually she knew, her body just…knew, surely? His scent, his presence, it had calmed her as it should. If her body knew to react to this bond, then why couldn’t her mind process it? Did she actually feel anything? Did she not have any of the confusing, intense emotion that he felt?

No…no it had to be the bite. That stupid, stupid bite. He couldn’t stop seeing it in his mind’s eye. She didn’t feel like his, that was the problem. He held her in his arms and she had come with him willingly but she wasn’t his, not till he erased that venom and replaced it with his own.

“Alec…I have a rather large favour to ask you.” He said finally, looking up at him. The boy tilted his head, silently studying the tracker before he nodded once.

“Then ask.” He invited. Even now he had to fight to keep his gaze on Alec, his eyes already itching to look back down and watch her expressions shift as she dreamed. It would be the last dream she ever had. He hoped it was a pleasant one.

“I need someone with me Alec, I cannot turn her alone…I suspect they know that, that that is my punishment for my disobedience on the battlefield earlier. I would have no one else do it anyway but…Alec if I cannot stop myself, please, I beg you stop me.” Demetri implored quietly. Alec seemed surprised at the intensity of the agony that was conveyed in his eyes. Demetri couldn’t really have explained it either, but every thread of his existence was tied so inextricably to her’s in the space of a few short hours that all he knew was that to lose her would be to lose himself. It had all happened so fast it was dizzying, but slowly the fog was clearing and his way out of this mess was clear. Turn his mate, ensure her safety throughout her newborn year, then they were both home free having proven their loyalty to one another and their coven – whether Y/N was there by a deal or by choice.

“Wouldn’t my gift be more effective at dissuading you?” Jane wondered.

“It would also be a wonderful way of ensuring I bite down and pull her throat out with my teeth.” Demetri pointed out, flinching slightly at the grotesque mental image.

“I can strip your taste. You would not want to keep feeding as it would feel pointless then.” Alec said finally. It was as close to an agreement as Demetri knew he would get and he nodded his gratitude as the jet began to descend. She stirred multiple times, his little human struggling to return to slumber each time she awoke as they moved between the landing strip and the Castle, something not even the warm embrace of his cloak could cure. She was blazing like a fire in his arms but seemed content with the temperature, dozing on his shoulder and then his bed after he left her cocooned there. Since she liked the warm, he made sure to stoke the fire before showering. He stayed under the warm water a long time, mind swirling with a number of burgeoning thoughts he couldn’t seem to shift.

His mate was right in the other room and yet she felt so far away from him. His whole life had changed drastically in the blink of an eye, and the price he was paying felt far too high. Her life was quite literally at stake, hanging in the balance where the only thing stopping the momentum from tipping too far to the wrong side was his self-control. Demetri had only ever bitten with the intent to feed, never feeling compelled to create company given he had never been a nomad and alone. Did he even have the self-control for this? The thought plagued him because that was his punishment, and he knew he had to endure for the sake of Y/N and himself. To lose her would be to condemn himself, yet with Chelsea on their side he was sure if Aro still felt he was of use he would never escape that particular torment.

By the time he had stepped out, dried and changed into something comfier than his official battle uniform, Y/N had slipped out of his cloak to curl up in front of the fire instead. With a pillow trapped between her chest and her knees, she hugged them close and stared into the flames, face half-covered by fabric and eyes red rimmed. It wasn’t difficult to smell the salt lingering on the damp fabric and understand what had happened in his absence. Oh, how his heart broke…

“I thought you were sleeping.” He said. She jumped, furiously wiping at her eyes before she somewhat relaxed again into her original position. She had tied her hair back now, long Y/H/C waves messily scraped into a bun that hadn’t managed to capture every strand. He felt another painful pinch in his chest when she refused to look at him.

“I don’t really sleep.” She mumbled. Demetri frowned slightly, inching closer to test her boundaries. She didn’t say anything, merely let him slip ever so slowly until he was sitting beside her, his knees drawn up so he could rest his forearms on them – and keep his feet away from the fire. They sat in silence for a long while, Demetri counting every painful minute in his head as they ticked by, moments with his mate draining away like sand in an hourglass he could never get back. Why was it so hard to talk to her? Every time he opened his mouth he closed it again almost immediately, not knowing if something he said might set her off or upset her more. What did she speak about to others’? So much to learn and so little time till she was lost to the thirst for a while…

“Forgive me, for the way I acted when we returned to your home. It was…selfish.” He settled on that, a safe enough topic he supposed given it was the only real experience they had shared together.

“Yeah, it was.” she couldn’t seem to bring herself to speak any louder than a mumble. Demetri grimaced a little bit, staring into the fire dejectedly.

“I spoke without thinking, reacted without really thinking either, about the pain that wound must have caused you.” He continued.

“I’ve felt worse pain.” She frowned deeply and Demetri couldn’t help but flinch.

“Such as?” he asked, though the sense of foreboding growing in his gut told him he already knew the answer, deep down. Y/N looked furious with him then, her big eyes turning on him with so much hostility he could have sworn she might have actually won if she lunged to fight him in that moment. The anger and upset that radiated from her bled into him, seeping through the cracks in his calm façade and piercing his unbeating heart. He would have given anything to remove that look from her face, that pain in her chest.

“Such as? Such as! Are you aware that you’ve just taken me away from my family, the people I love, without even letting me say goodbye? Do you even comprehend how much I don’t want to be here? That the only reason I am is because you and me are supposed to be this miraculous soulmate story incarnate when the reality is the only thing you feel for me is utter disgust?” she snapped. Demetri wasn’t certain she knew for a fact she was crying, or how much her words wounded him, but he couldn’t keep the offense off of his face. It was a mortal blow to his ego and his pride, his character as a man, yet as furious as he wanted to be with her he still couldn’t bring himself to be. She was young and hurting, deeply wounded and trying to create a chasm between them where fate wouldn’t allow it to exist in an effort to deal with that hurt.

“I do not feel disgust for you nor was it my choice to bring you here! You made a deal with Aro knowing full well the terms which you were agreeing to. You are the reason you are here Y/N, and so long as you choose to stay with me my every effort will be expended into protecting you from yourself. Foolish girl, can you not see he has us both trapped? That we are both being punished here? My own disobedience may have sped up the arrival of your fate but it is one you readily signed yourself over to.” he hissed.

He hated it. The revulsion boiled and writhed in his gut as he ground his teeth together, his mind buzzing with a thousand other angry words he forced back down his throat lest he make things worse. None of this was right. He shouldn’t be arguing with her like this. They should be happy, shouldn’t they? Happy as everyone else who was lucky enough to find their mate…shouldn’t they?

“I don’t have a choice, and neither did you,” She reminded him, “or clearly you would have chosen less damaged goods.” The air between them was polluted with their anger, their grief, and yet…her voice wavered. The sentence itself was so wrong but the tone of her voice, the way her hand moved to her throat, that pinched expression that suggested she was tortured by her own insecurities, was really what gave it away. How could he be angry at her now? With a drawn out sigh, Demetri scooted slightly closer and turned himself toward her, scrutinising her side profile.

Y/N closed her eyes, no doubt sensing his gaze and wishing it would leave her skin. He reminded himself she was fragile, that his little human would shatter easily under too forceful a touch, and drew his finger beneath her eye with such care it barely touched her skin and did little to remove the tears he wished he could wipe away. They had started all wrong, but it didn’t mean they had to continue the same way. Maybe it was inappropriate, maybe it was the wrong time, but he needed her to know it was something he could move past. He needed her to know that she wasn’t damaged goods, that she wasn’t something he regretted or felt the need to change – at least not in that way.

His fingers clasped around her wrist, afraid to grip too hard but ever so careful in the way he pulled her palm from her throat. Demetri closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to her temple as she froze up beneath him, feeling the icy tips of his fingers brush her delicate throat. Her pulse hammered beneath the pads of his fingers, blood rushing beneath her paper-thin flesh…

“Relax, trust me.” He whispered, tracing the indents of teeth in hardened flesh. He didn’t feel quite so angry about it this time, though he couldn’t say he was thrilled by it either. Demetri exhaled slowly, held his breath, and dipped his head a little lower.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, jerking her head backward. She didn’t move out of his grip though and there was the slightest hint of fear on her face. Demetri shook his head.

“I will not harm you,” he vowed, moving slowly so as to give her time to move away again, “You are not broken goods Y/N, and the way I see it I _did _choose you, though not consciously perhaps not consciously. Your very soul reached out to mine and I accepted what I knew would be best for me. You were never a choice, you were a necessity.” His bold words had left her utterly stunned and she didn’t fight him at all as he placed his lips over the marred flesh of her throat. He placed two kisses against that scar that brought them so much pain, just two, but it was enough to set them on the right path this time. Demetri pulled his head back, watching her carefully as she stared at him in utter astonishment. His head had cleared, his mind set right; he had never been as certain about anything in his life as he was about Y/N, whether the rest of the world was against them or not.

“But you said…you said your only hope was to…” she looked so confused in that moment it almost made him swoon. How adorable she was when her nose scrunched like that! He could watch the expression all day, but she needed an answer.

“What I said remains true, I have every plan to change you in the same way in the hopes I might not have to remind myself another ever dared lay a hand on you, but there will be contingencies to ensure I do not fail and you are safe. All that matters to me now is that I succeed in this endeavour.” He confessed, settling back against the sofa’s edge once more with a quiet sigh. The silence that followed was far more comfortable than the first one, something more companiable in the air between them. He was pleased she scooted a little closer to him so they could watch the flames together, their crackling no longer drowned out by the exchange of angry words. He wanted to ask her a thousand more questions, get to know her, but there would be time enough for that later on. For now he wished only to bask in this silent moment where things felt more right between them than they had since they met.

“They’re hoping you’ll kill me, aren’t they?” her quiet voice broke that silence a few hours later, as the sun was starting to set in the sky and night fell over Volterra. She was running out of time and Demetri wasn’t sure when that had begun to bother him to this extent, but the room was going to feel so empty without her heartbeat to fill the quiet.

“Yes. I believe that that is my punishment to endure for my disobedience.” He agreed, voice equally as quiet as he turned to look at her. He couldn’t remember when she had placed her head against his shoulder, but she lifted it now to meet his eyes.

“You didn’t do anything wrong though, I did, my mouth got us both in trouble.” She frowned. Demetri chuckled ruefully.

“Your mouth will get you into trouble for a while yet I believe, but my own impudence in placing myself between you and Master Aro was equally as displeasing to them. I wilfully subordinated your sentencing in front of many witnesses outside of our coven, after all.” He grimaced. He would change nothing about that moment, he had decided, not when it brought him so tangibly close to forever with his mate. It was right within his grasp now, an eternity of being fulfilled, happy, of having a purpose beyond the walls he once held so dear – he had something new to protect.

“So…they want to punish us both then…and being an out of control newborn is only going to make it worse for both of us.” She mused, though she didn’t seem in the least bit concerned. In fact, if Demetri had to guess, she was rather looking forward to the chance to raise a little hell within their walls. He was as worried and exasperated by the idea as he was amused by it.

“Indeed it just might, though I promise not to let you get too out of hand.” He nudged her lightly with his arm and she giggled, the sound absolutely melodious to his ears. He almost begged her to do it again purely so he had a better chance to commit it to memory, something to keep him company while she endured the change and reminded him of the better times to come. Finally, it felt like he had done something right…now he just had to keep that sweet smile in place.

“You promise huh? Way I see it, its a bit us vs them right now isn’t it? If they can be so unfair to you of all people…” she trailed off. Demetri felt his own smile fall slightly, his expression somewhat vacant as he pondered the accusation. In truth he did feel somewhat betrayed. Chelsea had actually threatened the Masters’ when she first brought home Afton and they wanted him killed, yet she received no punishment, so why had he? He was protecting what was rightfully his after all, someone he could never be truly happy without again. What was so wrong about it?

“Us and them…”he echoed, the thought both perturbing and…thrilling. She hummed, suddenly pushing up onto her knees beside him, eyes alight with fierce determination.

“You’re making a lot of promises but there’s nothing to say you’ll keep them so…lets make a real promise, right now.” She instructed. His eyebrows rose slightly.

“In my day and age when a man gives his word it is an ironclad contract little one, the breaking of which eroded his position in society and status as a man.” He replied slightly insulted. Her head tilted.

“Well we’re not in the Bible era anymore so…” she shot him a devilish grin as he snorted and feigned an offended expression, “It’s a real simple promise. Since we’re supposed to be the next Gomez and Morticia, and we’re clearly the only ones willing to see if that can work out, then I say we promise right now it’ll always be us against them. Hell, it’ll be us against the world if we need it to be. Whatever we do…we back each other up.” She proposed, offering her hand to him. Y/N extended her pinky but left her other fingers curled in, and Demetri wasn’t too sure what exactly was expected of him as he mulled over her words.

They felt right. Wasn’t this what the mate bond was supposed to be? Someone to always support you? Protect you? Someone to always have your back? If not his mate then who? Maybe the Masters’ who would so readily forsake his happiness weren’t the best choice of allies…

“Though I do not know what half of your speech actually meant, I can promise you this. Whatever we do, we back each other up.” He agreed, offering her his hand in the hopes she’d guide him through this next part. Demetri couldn’t honestly say he had any clue what was so different about this handshake and how it was any more significant than any other, but as she looped her pinky through his and shook his hand he couldn’t help but smile. With a firm nod and a sharp exhale, she suddenly reached down and pulled her jumper off with a flourish, revealing an expanse of pale skin and a wonderfully bright blue lace bra Demetri struggled to look away from as he choked on the air he was breathing.

“Okay so first step, you turn me.” She seemed completely unbothered by her partial nakedness, even when he struggled to stop the venom pooling in his mouth and his fingers from reaching out to drag her closer. She looked entirely confident in him and though he wanted to be flattered Demetri had his mind on very different matters in that moment.

“I – you – Alec is going to- to help.” He choked out, eyes wide and completely fixed to her chest. She visibly lost some confidence then, a beautiful, vibrant shade of red painting her cheeks as her arms came up to cross her chest with a squeak.

“O-oh. I…I th-think I need a shirt then?” she sounded almost as strained as he felt and with a quick nod he dashed to his closet to find her something appropriate. He dutifully kept his head turned away while she buttoned up one of his shirts. When she cleared her throat to let him know he could look again she was still blushing brightly, and Demetri managed a slightly strained smile.

“So er…Alec’s room is just down the hall, er…shall we?” he asked, offering her his hand.

“No need, I heard my name and decided to drop in.” Alec’s voice was smooth as ever but there was an underlying hint of mischief there that made Demetri tense, and it wasn’t until after the deed was done that he dared speak his mind.

“How much did you see, Alec?” he didn’t risk looking at him, not wanting to see the shit-eating smirk he was sure was going to be on Alec’s face. He focused instead on cleaning the blood from her skin and ensuring she was comfortably resting upon his sheets. She started to twitch a bit, a pained grunt escaping here and there as Alec’s mist retreated from them.

“What I did or didn’t see is of no consequence…though I think you’re in for an interesting life if she’s as willing to undress herself for you after the change as she was before it.” His cackling could be heard down the hall as he fled from the room before Demetri could hit him, the tracker closing his eyes and counting to ten before deciding he could let it go for now. He had much bigger things to attend to after all. He had never been one to fuss too much over little things, but suddenly the sheets on the bed were not tucked in enough, the curtains letting in too little or too much light, the air in the room too stale and then too full of scents when he opened the window. There was no such thing as perfection and yet, as she burned, Demetri strived for it.

It felt worth it though, when she finally opened her eyes. It was rather amusing to him to watch her take it all in, the thousands of different smells and the way they tasted in the air, the shimmer of her skin, the speed with which she had sat up and moved. Demetri almost envied her when she finally locked eyes with him, the minute way the vivid red irises widened and the soft gasp that escaped through parted lips telling him she too had felt that momentous pull realigning her entire being with his own – he wished he could experience it again. She approached him with such caution it was almost comical, and Demetri was the one to reach for her first. She jumped at his touch but quickly relaxed into it, letting him hold her hand and squeeze lightly.

“This feeling…”she whispered, her own voice startling her with the musical notes it now contained. Her fingertips traced soothing patterns against his palm and Demetri held back a contented sigh, too enamoured with watching her explore the new feelings and beginning to understand his position in all of this.

“Intense?” he guessed, lifting his free hand to push back some of her hair. The slightest of scars remained where he hadn’t quite managed to cover Riley’s teeth marks with his own, but the majority of it was gone, sealed over with the same venom that had stopped her heart and ensured she would hand the organ and all it contained to him. She nodded distractedly, following his hand with her head until he caved and cupped her cheek tenderly with a low chuckle. His thumb stroked her cheek lovingly, his heart bursting in his chest. She had done it, his mate had defied them all with a little help and now…now there was nothing more for them to do than enjoy eternity.

“Is it forever?” she asked innocently, looking up at him through her lashes. Demetri pulled up the hand that was holding hers, lacing his fingers through her own and leaning down to press his forehead to hers.

“Always and forever little one, it’s us against the world.” He promised. Their noses brushed as her head tilted, pushing forward and pulling back as if trying to decide if she should or not. Demetri decided for her, meeting her halfway and letting their lips meet in the first of many sweet kisses to come. He had never tasted her blood thanks to Alec, but he was sure now that if the boy had failed at his task he certainly would not have been able to stop and his mate would not have been standing before him, sweet and alive and willingly walking into his embrace. The taste of her was sublime, addictive even, and he knew he’d never tire of kissing her. Though she’d need to learn to be a little more careful with him first.

A/N: Usually I wouldn’t do this but I tried a few new things here today I’d like some feedback on please! How do you like the taglist? Should I keep it? Add anyone to it? Take anyone off it? And how do you like the idea of a gif or a picture (when I can find them) to brighten up the post a bit? All that’s left to do now is rejig my Masterlist a bit...Thanks for reading folks.

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Inconvenient Interruptions (Spencer Reid x reader)

Summary: the team has to catch an unsub at a nightclub. spencer is paired up with female reader. they flirt, dance, and confess some feelings.

Warnings: briefly mentioned killings, some touching and kissing, microscopic teen wolf and beetlejuice references, a little ooc Spencer I think, and some guns at the end

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I’m thinking of doing a part 2 that’s smut but idk yet,,, this is a hot mess but enjoy :))

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Going undercover wasn’t so bad, you’d done it plenty of times while working for the BAU. Usually you’d go by yourself - with the rest of the team and local cops outside - or with a partner, and that sometimes meant you’d portray friends or lovers. Having been paired up with everyone on the team at least once, you’d probably say that you preferred pairing up with Spencer Reid. You were comfortable with the whole team, but you felt different with Spencer. You liked him, and you only hoped he felt the same. If not, then all the casual flirting back and forth would have just gone waste.

This case involved another serial killer, identified as forty-one year old Adam Raeken, that was going around Los Angeles, California and preying on all types of young couples. He seemed to have favored night clubs; abducting a couple from one club, and disposing their bodies somewhere near a different club. So far, he managed to abduct and kill six different couples without getting caught, and your team was hoping to catch him before he got a seventh.

After learning when and where Adam would strike next - around 9:30 PM at a club a few miles from the LA police station called ‘Dante’s Inferno’ - every available unit was going to be deployed.

Turned out, ‘Dante’s Inferno’ was a pretty big club, both in size and popularity. In an effort to try and catch Adam without causing a mass panic, every officer and agent was to go in plain clothes, along with the law enforcement waiting outside.

Even though the informant gave a rough time estimate, the team got there when the bar first opened at 8:00 PM to keep tabs on everyone who walked into the club.

—

Hotch made you and Spencer partners, assigning you the task of focusing on scoping the bar area for Adam.

You’d chosen a short, red bodycon dress that hugged your curves with matching heels and a loaded gun in your bag, acting coy with Spencer while you all waited for Adam to show up.

“What’s a girl like you, doing in a place like this?” Spencer said as he got comfortable in the bar seat next to you.

You take a sip from your non-alcoholic beverage and grin, “You use that opener with all the ladies?”

“Just the gorgeous ones.”

“Well to answer your question, I’m looking for someone.” Your smile feigns innocence, except Spencer can see the humor in your eyes.

“Really? A pretty girl looking for someone? I would’ve guessed someone here would be looking for you.”

“Most days, but tonight is special. He’s unique.” You wink at Spencer and he laughs.

“I’m sure he is. With a woman like you after him, he’s a lucky guy.”

You sigh dramatically. “That depends on if I find him tonight,” you take another sip from your drink, “if not, I’ll have to go home all by myself.”

“Oh please, I’m sure any man in here -“

Static coming from your earpieces interrupts him.

“Reid, (Y/L/N), if you could focus on the case, please.”

“Sorry, Hotch,” you blush, looking away from Spencer.

“Yeah, sorry, Hotch,” Spencer cleared his throat, “we’ll focus.”

“You can flirt off the clock after we’ve caught Raeken,” Emily teased.

You saw her down at the end of the bar with JJ and stuck your tongue out at her. JJ tries not to laugh as Emily fake gags.

“Ladies, if you can keep it together for the rest of the night, you can have your pick of a wine bottle from my cellar,” Rossi chuckled.

“Got it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You bet.”

No one saw, but Hotch rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

You quickly scanned the other people at the bar and a portion of the dance floor, making sure Adam hasn’t showed up early.

Your attention directs back to Spencer when he puts a shy hand on your waist and leaned in close to your side without the earpiece and microphone, so close that you felt his hair tickle and his breath hot on your skin.

“You know, we were ordered to come in plain clothes.”

Two can play this game, you thought.

Placing one hand on the back of his neck to play with his curls and the other on his bicep, you lean forward towards his earpiece-less side. “Plain clothes just means ‘not a uniform.’ This look like a uniform to you?” You softly squeeze his bicep, sitting up and taking another sip from your beverage.

Spencer simply shakes his head and smirks. “I just realized I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress.”

“I don’t think a dress, much less one like this, would be...appropriate…in the field.”

“I think I could imagine a few places it would be appropriate,” Spencer countered.

“Yeah?” You hum, “like where—“

“Alright it’s nine o’clock. Make sure you are on alert in the next twenty-five minutes so that we’re ready if he sticks to the time,” Hotch interrupts.

A series of ‘okay’s’ are heard in your earpiece.

“and (Y/L/N), Reid? Just because you’re not talking into the earpieces, doesn’t mean we can’t hear you.”

This time, it’s a series of your teammates’ laughs in your ear.

“Right, sorry...again,” Spencer answered.

You gave a small laugh and issued your second apology as Spencer excused himself to use the restroom.

—

As soon as he got in the restroom, Spencer took out his earpiece. Right before he walked into a stall, the restroom door opened and revealed none other than SSA Derek Morgan, who also took out his earpiece.

“Reid, my man!” Derek clapped his hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Who knew you had that kinda game in you, buddy?”

“Oh my god, Derek, please don’t do this now,” Spencer deadpanned.

“Do what?”

Spencer can’t help but give him the ‘seriously?’ look.

Derek smiled. “Look, kid. All I’m going to say is that it’s obvious you’re both into each other, you should go for it.”

“That’s just it, I don’t know if she really likes me or it’s just the friendly flirting or the fact that we’re technically undercover right now!”

“Kid, I’ve gone undercover with (Y/N) before, and trust me when I say that her flirting with you is real. And I’m sure you’ve noticed that she doesn’t ‘friendly flirt’ with anyone else other than you.”

Spencer sighs. “You really think she’s into me?”

“Of course I do. You’re a great guy, Reid. You two deserve each other.”

“Thanks, Derek...but is that it because I came in here to actually use the restroom.”

“Oh,” Derek laughs, “my bad, Reid. I just came in to wash my hands but I’ll let you get to your business.”

“Right...see you out there.”

—

When Spencer made his way back to the bar, the last thing he expected to see was a man trying to hit on you. He walked a little faster to you and noticed how your eyes lit up when he got there.

“Oh look! Here he is!”

The mystery guy looked at Spencer, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of this man making a move on you while he wasn’t there.

“Who are you?” He asked Spencer in a bitter tone.

Spencer took a step closer to you and put an arm around your shoulders, “Her boyfriend.”

Luckily the man got the hint and left, and Spencer’s arm loosened up on your shoulders.

“Sorry I left, I didn’t think anything would happen in such a short time.”

Reaching for one of his hands and you give it a quick squeeze. “It’s not your fault, and um, thank you.”

“No problem.”

You both sit in silence - as much silence that’s possible at a crowded club with music that’s blaring, until you hear a familiar beat. You glance at your watch, it's almost 9:10 PM and you realize there’s time to have some fun.

“Hey,” you look up at Spencer, “you wanna dance?”

His instincts almost kick in to say no. But then Derek’s restroom advice is ringing in his head, ‘you should go for it.’

He gives you a hesitant smile, “Yeah, let’s go.”

“Okay, just a sec.” You reach for your earpiece. “Hey guys? Spence and I are gonna scope out the dance floor.”

“You sure you’re not going just to dance with Pretty Ricky?”

Spencer blushed.

“Yes, Derek. We are also going to dance, we have to blend in.”

“Just stay focused,” Hotch reminds you.

With Hotch’s semi-blessing, you grab Spencer’s hand and lead him to the middle of the dance floor.

At first, Spencer is a little stiff, but you’re patient with him as he tries to find a rhythm that works for him. In any other circumstance, Spencer would’ve lost his mind trying to dance to music so loud that he can feel it in his bones while surrounded by sweaty bodies. He can only tolerate it because you’re with him.

Only because it’s his large hands that have a tight grip on your hips.

Only because it’s his long fingers dangerously close to the curve of your ass.

Only because it’s your hands in his hair.

Only because it’s his eyes your gaze is burning into.

Only because it’s your body moving in sync with his.

The upbeat music lasted a few good songs, but the music transitioned into something slower. It sounds like R&B, but you lose focus with how Spencer’s hands feel on your lower back, practically burning through your dress. And how good he smells. And how handsome he looks in the club’s colorful lighting. You almost forget why you’re in the club in the first place.

Your hands are on his shoulders, slowly traveling to the back of his head to thread your fingers in his hair as he leans forward to bring his face closer to yours. Neither of you say anything while you stare at each other, both too afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing.

You don’t know who leans in first, but you can feel Spencer’s nose brush against yours and his lips are just millimeters away and -

“All agents, I have eyes on the target. I repeat, I have eyes on the target.”

Crap, it was finally 9:30.

You quickly pull apart from each other, despite the disappointment evident in both of your faces.

“Copy that. Where’s he by?” You’re looking around the dance floor but don’t see him.

“Raeken is approaching the bar. Remember to proceed with caution, we want to avoid casualties.”

You double check the dancing crowd to make sure there’s other plain clothed law enforcement, not wanting to leave anything to chance.

“Let’s go get a drink, all this moving made me thirsty.” You kiss Spencer’s cheek, and his face is flushed as he follows you to the bar.

Adam’s already ordering a drink, so you settle a few seats away. To avoid suspicion, you order drinks for yourself and Spencer, but he looks tense and you’re hoping no one notices.

You wrap your arms around Spencer’s neck to get closer so he’ll hear you. “You’re too stiff, follow my lead.”

Moving just a few feet closer to Adam, you purposefully drop your drink, gaining the attention of the people around you.

“Oh no!” you pout.

When Spencer asks the bartender for a rag, he sees Adam staring at you with a dark look in his eyes. Spencer doesn’t like it but he has no choice but to stick to whatever plan you have.

Spencer turns back to you and helps you clean up your spilled drink. Fortunately, the cup was plastic and not glass.

Once the mess is cleaned up, you thank the bartender for the rug and ‘accidentally’ bump into Adam.

“Sorry about that,” you fake giggle.

He smirks at you, his eyes never leaving your body. You fight the urge to arrest him right there.

“No worries, gorgeous.” He takes a sip from his own drink as you walk back to Spencer.

You hug him again, and his hands gravitate towards the middle of your back. “Is Raeken looking?”

Spencer nods.

“Okay, good. Sorry about this in advance.”

That’s when you lean in to kiss him and you lightly push down on his arms. Luckily, Spencer gets the idea and moves his hands to your backside and squeezes. He relishes in the taste of your mouth and the sound of your moan, until you break the kiss.

He has to remind himself how to breathe when you ask him if he wants to get out of there, just loud enough for Adam to hear. You wink at Adam as you walk past him, anticipating him to follow you as you lead Spencer to the club’s exit.

“Hotch, he’s leaving with Reid and (Y/L/N).”

“Start to make your way towards the exit, we’ll catch him outside.”

Some officers stay inside, while the rest of your team is following you three out.

Outside, you’re surrounded by police cars to ensure the serial killer’s capture, who was just a few seconds behind you and Spencer. You quickly throw on some vests you were handed and pull out your gun.

Adam walks out of the club and the look on his face is priceless.

“Adam Raeken, freeze!”

He tries to make a run for it back into the club, but your team is already blocking the entrance, guns pointed straight at him.

In a matter of minutes, Adam is cuffed, being read his Miranda rights, and in the back of a cop car.

Before heading back to the LA precinct, you want to talk with Spencer.

“Hey Spence,” you pull him to the side, “can we talk really quick?”

“Of course, (Y/N).”

You walk away from the crowd of law enforcement and onlookers leaving the club.

“Listen, about the kiss and everything I said at the bar, I’m sorry again for springing that on you. It was completely unprofessional of me and unfair to you.”

Spencer cleared his throat. “No uhh, don’t worry. I’m sorry about what I said at the bar too, but the kiss thing was okay, really, I enjoyed it.”

You giggle and he immediately realizes what he said.

“Wait I didn’t mean that - I mean - Not that I didn’t enjoy it, because to be honest, I did and -“

He’s surprised by the feeling of your lips on his, and he’s already kissing you back before he brain can even process it.

You pull back with a small smile on your face. “Spencer, I like you too.”

He sighs in relief, “Oh good, if not this would’ve been awkward.”

“Totally,” you laugh in agreement, “but um, since the case is over, do you maybe wanna get a cup of coffee or something when we get back?”

“I’d like that, yeah.”

“Okay, great! I guess we can-“

“Hey, Romeo! Juliet!”

Your’s and Spencer’s heads whip to the direction of the voice, belonging to a very smug Derek Morgan.

“You two done over there? Because we’ve got a case to wrap up and a plane home to catch!”

You yell back, “In a minute!”

Spencer’s yelling, “Alright! We’ll be right there!” at the same time.

“We can talk more about this,” you gesture between the two of you with your hands with a grin, “later.”

You’re both wearing smiles on your faces as you walk shoulder-to-shoulder, back to your team, trying not to think about the numerous questions they’re about to ask.

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