#A wolf in mice's clothing

[rolfe-dewolfe-fan-page]

WHY DOES THIS REMIND ME OF ROLFE?!

[feralgoblinqueen]

I’m not the first to write something like this but here’s my spin on shifter!141.

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They had spent too long in their bestial forms. Time feels different when the wolf takes over, easier to lose track of and even harder to remember their human lives. By the time one of them remembers the house in the woods and its many acres that still needs a final payment under a fake name it’s too late.

They look on from the tree line, taking note of the changes made by the new owner. A budding flower garden in front of the house, well kept and just starting to show its spring colors. Around back a large vegetable patch was still green, nothing yet ready to harvest. The exterior had a fresh coat of paint and small repairs had been made. A single faded blue truck rumbled up the long and winding driveway. That’s when they first laid eyes upon you.

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“Abandoned, Selling As Is” was what the advertisement had read. No one else had wanted the plot of land hours away from civilization. For you, though, it was perfect. Somewhere to start over, to be alone and relearn who you are.

The rooms still held the previous owner’s belongings. Everything had been left untouched as if they just vanished one day. All men, you assumed, just from the sparse decor and the clothes left behind. Military, maybe, from how the beds were made with their sheets tucked into hospital corners. Paranoid loners, possibly even doomsday preppers, was another guess you made after discovering a gun safe hidden behind a false wall under the stairs.

It was almost a game, once a day trying a hand full of combinations to see if any worked. Something mindless to fill an unoccupied moment of time. That’s when you really started going through the papers and books left behind. Looking for any clues at what the code might be. A notepad left on the small hallway table is where you scribbled down all the combinations that hadn’t worked, in a meager attempt to not repeat yourself. A small mystery to add a little life to your loneliness.

At night is when things really come to life this far out into the wilderness. In the early days of owning the property, before you were able to get the satellite internet set up, you’d spend the evenings watching and listening on the back porch. Deer were the most common, using the wide open expanse of a backyard as a place to graze in the evenings. Owls silently swooping down on field mice before retreating to the trees once more. Coyotes, crickets, and night birds made a symphony of nature most nights.

The most exciting were the wolves. You could always hear them howling in the distance, calling to one another. They weren’t like the coyotes that cackled over one another in attempt to sound larger or more numerous than they actually were. These were direct calls and responses. Their vocalizations sounding almost melancholy, as if they were yearning for something that seemed just out of reach.

It was a quiet night when you finally decided to respond to their calls. The evening had been spent making supply lists for your trek into the nearest town in the morning. A large cooler had been thrown into the bed of your truck to store items intended for the refrigerator and deep freezer.

You sat on the tailgate, listening to the night song that seemed to encapsulate the peaceful valley you now owned. A celebratory drink held in one hand and a small, proud smile graces your lips. Your house was starting to feel like a real home and that was definitely worth celebrating.

The wolves that you had grown fond of, yet had never seen, were starting up. Your favorite night song. A melody that you could listen to for hours. One you had listened to for hours.

Four. You could make out four distinct calls at this point. Two were more vocal than others, their tones more playful. One was definitely the pack leader. His call the first and last each night, like a command or an order. And one was rarely heard, usually only short responses and never as loud as the others. But the valley always carried their calls to you, teaching you their voices. They were faceless friends in your solitude.

So you call out into the night. The long howl a poor imitation of theirs, straining your vocal cords.

The night grows still. All goes quiet. As the silence passes for a beat, then another, your smile slowly falters and fades. A pang of disappointment and a small bubble of guilt at interrupting their conversation.

All animals, even fierce predators, could be skittish. You worried that your call had scared them off, ruining your chances of ever spotting them. With a hop you jump off the tailgate, slamming it shut in frustration. Heavy feet stomping all the way onto the porch and inside. You could only hope they hadn’t heard your foolishness and that something else has quieted them.

The night remains silent as you crawl into bed. The night song ending early and sewing sadness into your dreams.

But they had heard you.

Your distinctly human howling calling to a dormant part of their minds. They remembered themselves. They remembered their life in the valley. They remembered the house where their human lives were lived.

And they were coming home.

[finxwrites]

strange & grimm, which btw sounds like an urban fantasy affectionately parodic hardboiled detective agency. probably queer.

It was a hot, muggy night in the Enchanted Forest. Everyone with a lick of sense was down in the fairy glens, hoping the Winter Court would put in an appearance and bring a breeze on with them. Lucky me, I’m the sucker who fingered the Snow Queen for the missing persons case last winter, so I’m persona non grata in the fairy glens these days.

Just as well. I couldn’t afford to leave the office, not when it’d been so long since my last case. Though on a night like this, I might as well not bother. It was too hot for crime. Even the leaves on the enchanted trees were drooping in the heat. 

I was just about to call it a night when a dame walked in my door. Tall, blonde, legs for days, with an air of tragedy that could put an unloved stepchild to shame. I looked her over suspiciously for any cheery woodland creatures hidden in her golden ringlets. If she was a princess, I’d turf her right back out of the office, case unheard. Princesses paid well, but they were more trouble than they were worth.

No mice poked their adorable little noses out of her pockets as the dame sank into a chair and fixed me with a hard look. “I hear you’re the best in the business,” she said without preamble. “And I need the best.”

I leaned back in my seat. “Baby, I’m the only one in the business. It’s not a good genre for private dicks.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, yes, far too child-friendly for any sort of dicks.” Before I could recover from that little gem, she went on, “It’s a child I’m here about. My sister. She’s…she’s gone missing.” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Please, Detective, you’re my last hope. The royal courts won’t hear me out, they think she’s gone on the lam!”

I nodded grimly. “One of those Bo Peep situations, huh?” I get a depressing number of those. All it takes is one wolf in sheep’s clothing—you’d think the kids would learn.

The dame glared. There was enough cold iron in her gaze to put a fairy off her ambrosia. “On the lam, Detective. On the run. My sister has…something of a record.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Your sister the child? She some kind of crime prodigy?”

The dame fidgeted, looking away. “She’s…” She sighed explosively. “My sister is Goldilocks.”

I whistled, low and long. Crime prodigy indeed—Goldilocks was wanted in five kingdoms for the most impressive string of burglaries the Enchanted Forest had ever seen. No one could ever prove she’d done it, but the circumstantial evidence had piled up higher than mattresses on a pea. No wonder no royal court would take this case.

The dame’s shoulders hunched defensively, but she bulled on without trying to defend her wayward sister. “She’s gone missing, and I know it’s not another one of her sprees. Something is wrong this time.” She turned back to meet my eyes, her lovely features harsh with poorly-suppressed fear. “It’s her first crime come back to haunt her, I just know it is. They’ve always wanted revenge—especially the baby of the family, and he’s all grown up now. What they’d do if they got hold of her—“ She cut herself off with a watery gasp; her eyes were wet with tears. “Oh, it doesn’t bear thinking about!”

I handed her a handkerchief and gave her a minute to compose herself. It gave me a minute, too, to decide if I was really going to be this stupid. You don’t tangle with the big predators, not if you know what’s good for you, and especially not a whole family of them. Families are a dangerous thing in any genre.

But I was her last hope, and I’m a sucker for lost causes. And if I didn’t get paid soon, this business would become a lost cause itself. I said a silent farewell to my good sense as it packed its bags and left for kinder climes. “Alright,” I told the dame, “Give me the facts. We’ll see what kind of a story they tell.”

[fastlikealambo]

Does The Wolf Apologize? || Qimir x Black!Fem Reader 

Summary: You’ve come back from a mission and The Sith is pleased. The lines between acolyte and master have been blurring between you two ever since he revealed his face but for tonight he will show you just how pleased he is.

Trigger Warnings: PinV, Consenting Force Choking, just fucking.

18+ minors dni.

TEASER CAUSE I DIDN’T WANNA LEAVE YALL WITH NOTHING TONIGHT

Please REBLOG my work if you can, I'm not sure what tags are best as this is a new character!

The head of the jedi was heavier in your hands than the saber on your belt.

You were bone tired, smelled of mud, and had blood under your fingernails but that didn't stop you from depositing the head at his feet.

 “Well done, you have pleased me.” He said, voice deep and automated beneath the helmet but you fell to one knee nonetheless, holding the lightsaber out in front for him to take. 

  “I have given you each and every saber you have asked for without question nor hestitation. Now I wish, no, I need my own, I’m ready.” You said quietly but firmly, standing up on shaky legs and began to remove your dirty coat and bag.  

  “You’re hurt.”

  “That’s not an answer.”

A click and a small woosh of air signaled that the helmet was off and even now, you dared not to turn around despite knowing the visage behind your back.

 Before you could remove the rest of your bloody clothing, you felt a tug in the Force, sliding you across the room to outstretched hands.

   “Forgive me, I’m tired, I don’t know what I’m saying.” You said softly as he gripped each side of your shirt and ripped it, exposing your bloody and burned back. 

  “What have I said about apologizing?” He asked,bending you over the counter to inspect your injuries. The pain was gone so quickly you moaned in relief, earning a chuckle from your mentor as he kept you bent over. 

 “Mice apologize, sheep apologize, we do not.” You recited. 

He pulled your pants to your ankles, healing the cuts and bruises there before looking up at you.

“How did it feel when you took the jedi’s head?” He asked, head cocked to the side, thumb absentmindedly rubbing up your thigh while he checked to see if he had missed any wounds.

“It felt safe, like no one could hurt me ever again, it felt powerful.” You muttered.He stood to his full height,calloused fingers tilted your chin to look into his eyes.

“And do you want power?”

  “I’m your equal. My training as your acolyte is over, you and I both know that, but my life, living freely by your side, has just begun. I want power and freedom but whether I do it without or without you depends on you. I pleased you?”

 “Yes.”

“Then prove it.” 

With a flick of his hand, the sith sent you flying through the air, landing on top of the table, legs open. He took his time striding over to you, cape thrown to the side.

  “You still have so much to learn.” He said,slowly climbing on top of the table, your hips lifting without your control but with your consent into position.  

 “My next lesson is to make you whimper, do you understand me?” He asked, his hand slowly closing into a fist and air escaped your lungs. 

“I understand.”

On their own, your underwear slid from your legs and his cock slid in you. In complete control of your airway and your pussy, the sith smiled.

“Then let’s begin as equals.”

need to fix the ending so the rest will be posted tomorrow!

[ghosty-writes-23]

𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏!𝙷𝚢𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍!𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜.

!TAGS!: Fluff, No Smut, Slight Angst, Leon Acting Like A Puppy.

Ghosty's Notes: Hello, I'm back with a small headcanon series, I mostly wrote this because I wanted to write a Werewolf!Leon oneshot but I didn't want to forget my idea, so there maybe a oneshot version of this coming in the future.

Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty :] ❤️🦝

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You had moved out small city apartment in favour of a small cottage in a small wooden village, the only catch was the village was full of hybrids, ranging from cute and small hybrids such as mice, bunnies and small animals, to larger ones such as cats and dogs.

Everybody was so friendly with you, helping you move in, giving you a small tour of the village, showing you all the local hot spots and best places to eat, everybody seemed to be excited a human had moved in.

In your first week there you had managed to open up a small café/bakery since you were going to put your degree in patisserie to work.

After a month of opening, one day the doors opened and what you didn’t expect to see was a wolf hybrid walk in, his arms wrapped around his stomach and his tail tucked between his legs, his ears where flat and almost hiding in his blonde hair.

It wasn’t common for predatory hybrids to come into the village, so it had made you wonder why this hybrid was here.

You could hear some of the customers whispering among themselves, some even leaving the bakery in fear of the wolf hybrid, you could understand why when a hungry wolf walks into a room full of prey, you would be leaving too so you didn’t get eaten.

When the wolf hybrid came to the counter, you could see he was exhausted from the bags under his blue eyes, he had some cuts on his face, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him a little bit. He didn’t say anything but pointed to the black coffee on the menu, it was the cheapest thing you had.

He gave you the money in crumpled up bills, before you gave him a table number, he nodded his head in thanks and went to find a seat in the café.

The wolf hybrid stayed all day, nursing his coffee cup, when you began closing up you noticed he was still sitting in the seat he had been sitting in all day, putting your cloth down you were using to clean the counter you walked over to the wolf hybrid.

“Sir, I’m about to close up for the night, might be time to head home.” You suggested but you noticed his grip on the coffee mug tightened slightly. “I don’t have a home, not anymore.” The man spoke, his voice was rough.

You felt your heart ache before you sat down opposite him, he was still pretty young looking probley around 21 or 22, he had such a baby face and puppy dog eyes, you knew this would either be the best decision you have ever made or the worst.

“well, I could do with some help around the bakery, with some heavy lifting and cleaning.” You suggested and you see him start to perk up a little, as his wolf ears twitched ever so slightly. “and I have a spare bedroom, its not much but I am sure we can make it more comfortable.” You added and you could hear his tail start to wag, hitting the chair sides behind him.

“You would really offer me that, despite everybody’s reaction to me?” the man asked and you nodded your head. “just because you’re a predator hybrid doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.” You said and the man slowly nodded his head, but you could see the tension leaving his shoulder as he began to relax.

“I’m Leon by the way, Leon Kennedy.” The wolf hybrid introduced himself formerly, to which you just gave him an ease going smile. “I’m Y/n.” you say to him introducing yourself, this was going to be the start of a very chaotic but fun adventure for you both.

It has been a couple weeks since Leon moved in, he helped at the café with heavy lifting the mornings when you got goods delivered and would help you as much as he could with the baking, he was a fast learner and within his first week he knew how to make cupcakes and basic cakes without burning them.

The people of the village where a little skeptical at first with Leon’s arrival but once they saw he was completely harmless they welcomed him with opens arms, as they did when you first moved in.

Leon didn’t talk much at first, he would only growl or grunt at you, but eventually you learnt what he growls meant, a deep growl meant he was annoyed or angry, a soft growl meant he was wanted attention or was being playful.

He would let you eventually pet him, he pretended to not like it, but you could see him melt when you would scratch behind his ears, his tail would wag and you hear hear him softly whine when you would stop and he would give you the biggest puppy dog eyes.

Eventually he opens up after leaving with you for a couple months, you find out he was running from hunters, people like that catch predatory hybrids and sell them on the black market for their aggressive behavior, when Leon came back to his pack’s small community it had been ransacked, wolves had been killed, pups had been taken and his pack was gone without a trace.

He had spent weeks searching for them and trying to ask for help, but mostly everybody ran away from him because they thought he was going to eat them.

The reason he had stumbled into your café was because he smelt the pastries and baked goods, his body was tired and it needed to rest, so he thought he could rest in the café.

After hearing his story, you decided you would help him try and find his pack, to which he was really grateful for he couldn’t thank you enough for everything you had done for him.

But when Leon found his pack, would he stay with you or go back to his pack??

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[madomens]

The people have spoken… Here’s part one of my apocalypse mini series🫶🏼🫶🏼

word count: idk it’s a long one

TW: Death, Typical zombie apocalypse gore

MDNI‼️‼️ 18+

You knew when the world went to shit that all hope was gone. After all, who can you call during a zombie apocalypse when there’s no reception and the closest person to you is 45 minutes away? They’re probably all dead anyways.

With a deep sigh, you grab your backpack with only the essentials (water, food, medicine, bandages, and of course weapons), and leave out of your shelter in the only place not crowded with those.. things. For a couple weeks now, you’ve been staying in an abandoned cabin free from zombies, other people, and animals. Minus the occasional mice. Plus it had a fireplace and a few old books to read. This is honestly the longest time you’ve actually gotten to spend in one place without being ran off by fucked up dead people trying to eat you or assholes trying to steal your shit.

Throwing your (hair color) hair up into a tight bun, so nothing and no one can get a chance to grab it and pull you down, you get the final touches in making sure everything is secure before walking out the door to either hunt or find another place not already torn apart by other survivors.

In the few weeks of you being here, you’ve searched every few days to try to keep up with supplies, but the farther out you have to travel, the more dead things there are and after all, there is only one of you. The nearest grocery store to the cabin is around a thirty minute walk and you and whoever else has found it, has pretty much cleared it out. The craziest part about it, no one wanted the dasani water even in an apocalypse. You took it anyway.

After twenty minutes of wandering in the woods and killing a few stray zombies in the way, you finally find the road. Making sure to grip your knife in your cloth covered hand tightly, you look both ways and continue straight until you come across a store you haven’t seen yet. The outside is covered in vines and from the looks of it, the gas pumps exploded sometime during all this, somehow not destroying the entire store with them.

You walk up to the boarded up door and bang on it one time to make sure nothing jumps out at you and after not hearing any rustling, you cautiously enter the gas station. You think you would get used to the smell of rotting bodies after four years of being around them but no, you still gag every time you come in contact with the horrid scent. Covering your nose but still holding on to the knife in your other hand, you slowly start making your way around the place, making sure to check every single shelf on the way to the back.

“Great,” you mumble to yourself, throwing a box of crackers that were obviously eaten by rats or other small animals. Making your way to the back, you spot a few packs of cigarettes that are completely unopened. During the apocalypse, no one is judging you for picking up a hobby that may kill you eventually. Hell, you risk dying every time you close your eyes so who really cares?

Finally coming into view, the cause of the awful decaying smell shows itself in the form of a half eaten wolf and a rotting corpse. Approaching the corpse slowly and shoving its head with your foot, it startles you as it tries lunging for you but ultimately failing due to only having the upper half of a body. You jump back slightly but manage to plunge the knife into its head, sending it to its final resting place.

No one really knows how this whole thing started, but it started quickly, killing over half the population in just a weeks time. Somehow you survived, but you like to think that having to survive all those years as a child in a toxic household really helped. All you really had to do was learn how to work a knife, and of course have a stomach to be able to stab someone in the head. You know they aren’t people anymore but.. they still look like people for the most part.

Searching through the back of the store looking for overlooked supplies or weapons, theres a sudden thump back at the front. Quickly dropping low enough to crawl behind the counter to get a good look at who or what could have made the sudden noise. At this point, you’d take a dead person as opposed to a living one. At least the dead one’s dont have the conscience that normal people do. It’s just their nature to want to kill you.

“Dude. I told you to watch your step,” a harsh whisper sounds from near the entrance to the store.

“Sorry,” another slightly higher pitched voice rings out.

You don’t dare move from your spot, not knowing these people or what they want, most of the time it’s definitely nothing good. You can hear their footsteps lightly crunching the glass beneath their feet as they walk around, probably doing the same as you and scavenging. Haha sorry guys there’s nothing here.

“Folio,” the first voice sounds out quietly, “check the back.”

With that, you grip your knife tighter than before and sit back against the clerks counter, heart beating a million times a minute. Why couldn’t they have just been a dead one?

As the guy, Folio you assume, rounds the corner and makes direct eye contact with you, he pulls a pistol and seeing how you’re actually alive, puts it up like he has a gun on HIM.

“Woah woah woah, we aren’t going to hurt you,” he says. “See? Look.” He puts his gun on the counter just as the other guy walks around to see what the commotion is about.

You don’t know these guys and you can’t trust them as far as you can throw them. He probably has another weapon in his pocket ready to come out as soon as you put your knife down. You stare him in the eyes, and slowly look over the other, taller guy who has another gun pointed directly at you.

“Who are you?” You ask. You’ve been living around here for a few weeks now and haven’t run into as much as one person yet.

“I’m Nick. This is Noa-”

“Shut up dude what the fuck,” the other guy interupts.

Nick was much shorter than the other guy, but you can’t deny they are both handsome in their own ways. Both wearing all black and sporting the same type of pistol, you could bet they don’t stay far from here. Where is all their gear? Why aren’t they covered in dirt and blood like you are? Did they have a place?

“No, shut up. Who knows what these guys want.” You think to yourself.

“Who are you?” The taller one asks slowly, walking around to stand next to his friend. “Where did you come from?”

He is not letting up on getting that damn gun out of your face.

“Why don’t you put the gun down and I’ll tell you,” you reply, heart still going crazy.

He lets out a deep chuckle and holds his hands up like Nick did when he first dropped his gun. “You gonna take both of us down with a knife, princess?”

You let out a sigh of defeat, knowing they could take you out in a matter of seconds, and place your knife back in its holster.

“Y/N.” You respond dryly, trying to slowly back away. “Look I don’t have anything and I’ve already checked the place so if you can just leave me alone, that would be great.”

Nick looks at the other guy with a confused expression and back to you. “No, we don't want to take your shit. We just weren’t expecting another living person to be in this dump,” he motions around the store.

The taller guy has yet to unsquint his eyes, as if trying his best to intimidate you.

You smirk at him and look towards Nick, him with a small smile on his face. Kind of makes it hard not to trust him right?

Feeling a bit more confident now that they haven’t tried anything, you speak up again.

“You gonna tell me your name now pretty boy? Or you just gonna keep staring at me like I’m a threat to you?”

“Noah.” He states dryly. Jesus, who pissed in this guys cheerios?

“Well, Noah, care to tell me where you guys are coming from? And why it looks like you’ve just showered?” You raise an eyebrow.

You suddenly feel a bit uneasy not having showered in weeks, just bathing in the creek nearest the cabin every so often. These guys have something you want. “Play nice,” you think to yourself.

It’s his turn to smirk now as he looks you up and down, taking in your bloodied and overall dirty appearance. “Close,” is all he musters.

You sigh and look at Nick again, tired of the short, dry answers Noah keeps giving you.

“Care to tell me where you’re from?” You ask him and he looks at Noah for permission. Noah shakes his head no and Nick looks back down at the floor. “Great. I see who's in charge here,” you cross your arms.

A loud bang rings throughout the store and all three of you quickly grab your weapons and kneel down behind the counter, peaking out to see what the sound is.

“Stay here,” Noah says, slowly creeping out from behind the counter as you and Nick are locked and loaded, ready for whatever.

A short minute passes and Noah comes back behind the counter with a scared look on his face. Much different than the brooding look he’s had for the last twenty minutes.

“What is it?” You start to panic a bit.

“Theres a horde of them outside the door. What direction did you come from?” He looks at you and whispers.

Fuck. Please tell me I’m not stuck here with these two guys.

“Um- I uh- east. You?”

“East. They must have come from a different direction,” he sighs looking at Folio, who hasn’t stopped shaking since he heard the word “horde”.

“How many?” Nick finally speaks up.

“Too many. We would all three die if we tried to go out there right now.”

You couldn’t help but mentally kick yourself for stopping at this run down ass gas station. You should have kept walking but no, a few packs of cigarettes and half a box of rat infested saltines is all it takes apparently.

The slight bumps into the front and side of the building are more than enough confirmation of the horde outside. Slight moans can be heard periodically as you, Nick, and Noah try your best to be quiet.

“This is a really bad time I know but I have to pee,” Nick whispers.

“For fucks sake can you wait?” You whisper back to him. Noah sits to the left of you gripping a knife you didn’t notice he had until now.

Nick nods a quick yes and the three of you go back to watching and waiting for this dreadful horde to pass.

A few strays make their way into a broken part of the window on the far side and you quickly take all three of them out by yourself and return to your spot between the two guys you just met.

After an hour, and many quiet trips to the back so Nick can pee, the noises of the horde finally dissipate and Noah once again, goes to peek out of the front door.

He comes back, looking a bit more relieved and nods ‘yes’ letting Nick know it’s finally passed the gas station.

You and Nick both let out a sigh of relief as you pull a water bottle out of your backpack. Noticing Nick’s gaze at your freshly opened water, you hand it to him and pull out another to offer Noah, who hastily grabs it and sips it.

“You guys don’t bring supplies with you when you go somewhere?” You ask, taking the water from Noah and drinking some of it.

“We didn’t need to today, I told you we stay close,” Noah replies.

“Maybe you could come back with us. You have some pretty sick knife skills the way you handled those three dead guys,” Nick says between sips of his water.

You glance at Noah who seems to be waiting for an answer from you, surprisingly not declining Nick’s offer to you.

“Is it just you two?” You squint, thinking about the terrible things they could possibly want to do to you if you come back with them.

“There’s three more of us. Don’t worry, they aren’t going to hurt you if you don’t try to hurt them,” Noah says as if reading your mind.

Please let the other three be women. It would be so stupid of you to say yes to them. Remember what happened the last time you trusted someone enough to go back to shelter with them.

“On one condition. You tell me where we’re going, and we have to stop at the cabin I’ve been staying in.” You finally agree against your better judgment.

“That’s two conditions. But fine. The mall just down the road is where we stay.” Noah responds.

The mall? You were there not even a week ago and it was overrun with those things. How the hell are they coming in and out?

“That place is overrun, there’s no way that’s where you stay,” you say, now more suspicious as ever.

“Not anymore. We had a pretty large group and we cleared most of it out. That’s why we’re down to five of us now. It isn’t completely clear but we have living quarters along with food and water, oh and electricity in some spots.” Nick added.

“Wait so you guys can shower?” You start to get excited about the thought of having running water and shit to do.

Noah nods his head yes and looks out the door to make sure it’s clear and says “we should really get going. It’ll be dark in about an hour and I am not trying to be out past dark again.”

“Right,” you say as the three of you grab the things you brought and head out to shelter.

“We can come back to the cabin you’re staying at tomorrow but I’m not risking it right now.”

Noah slowly exits the gas station with you and Nick following suit.

“Well obviously.”

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chapter 2 hereee

lmk if yall want to see more of apocalyptic bad omens 👀

i didn’t really proof read it so don’t mind any mistakes 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[lil-ms-darkness]

A Treasure Not Worth Finding - Bigby Wolf x Goldilocks!Reader

A/N: Okay, so here's the next part! Sorry it took so long, I had it sitting in my WIP folder for quite some time, just needing to be edited and instead of editing it, I started working on my manuscript. But, it's here now! Slightly based off Faith from TWAU video game. The music playing in the apartment can be anything you want, as it's technically YOUR apartment haha

Content Warnings: Mild angst, description of death and dead bodies, perceived reader death.

That about does it, hope you enjoy! Feel free to comment if you'd like

𝕷𝖎𝖑 𝕸𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 🥀

“See you again, soon.” 

That was the last thing she’d said to him. Her voice was soft, light and her eyes matched. It unnerved him, but it was also a welcome sort of discomfort, a kind that he’d come to appreciate. After he caught the asshole trying to poison Snow White - weirdly enough, it was Leland Mouse, of the Three Blind Mice, glamoured into a man [Y/N] wouldn’t recognize, nor would she have suspected to be one of the mice. She had helped him find the perpetrator responsible for trying to take Snow White’s life, purely for greed and satisfaction of being the one to kill the Deputy Mayor for not prioritizing his cases, and for not bowing to his whim when he wanted. And, as she had asked, Bigby had returned to visit her. But, it didn’t become a consistent thing. He mainly visited for information, and was met with some kind of story, a conversation, a muffin or a slice of banana nut bread, she’d offered him a brownie once but he’d denied it. 

He hadn’t expected to see her again so soon, especially not like this. He had gotten a call from Jack about a body dumped into a back alley dumpster. He was nervous, having seen only a leg hanging out. 

Bigby arrived on the scene quickly and found the dumpster, a leg hanging over the lip with the lid flattening it. He grabbed the edge and lifted the lid open, looking down to examine the victim. He felt his mouth fall open in surprise, shock, and pure white hot rage. It was her. 

“See you again, soon.”

He carefully fished her out of the dumpster and laid her down on the rough asphalt of the street, hidden in the darkness away from the street lights. Her hair was soft in his hand as he held her head to lower her.

Now, he looks down at her face, her once golden hair is messy and pale as it cushions her head like a pillow. Her eyes are half lidded and lusterless in death, her skin lacking the warmth- her hands clenched tightly in fists. He notes the deep purple and black bruising on her throat, so thick that it couldn’t have been a cord. He crouches next to her, noting the various wounds around her body- she had fought back. 

He closes his eyes for a moment before he hears footsteps shuffling towards them and he looks up, spotting Jack at the mouth of the alley. The blonde man approaches him, a solemn and uncomfortable look on his face. 

“Any luck?” He asks

Bigby sighs and looks at the body again, 

“Did you see anyone around when you found the body?” The words felt like bile in his throat as he speaks them

“No, I didn’t.” 

Bigby isn’t surprised to hear that, Jack was about as observant as a thumbtack. He examines her hands, noting the clean fingernails, but there is bruising underneath- someone made sure to clean up any DNA traces. 

Damn

He takes a closer look at her throat, finding the rope burns in between the bruises and the broken veins underneath. He can feel his claws threaten to elongate and he actively keeps them retracted, turning his attention to her face, his eyes linger on her swollen, bluing lips. He can’t help but feel guilty, wondering if she’d been murdered because she was helping him. Whether it was to keep her quiet, or for some other reason, he’ll be sure to get to the bottom of it. He will find the bastard that did this.

 Bigby looks back to the body and notices her clothes now. She’s dressed in her Trip Trap uniform, an emerald green dress that was similar to Holly’s, with black wedge heels secured with a strap around the ankle. She had told him how she loved the dress, because it was high quality material without being too expensive and felt nice on her skin, but he can’t recall what material. Now that he can touch it, it’s smooth under his rough hands, thick but not scratchy at all- and it’s dirty from the garbage she was thrown into. 

“What were you doing over here, Jack?” Bigby asks, cautiously. 

“I was coming to visit a friend of mine.” Jack says, shifting from foot to foot.

“A friend?” 

“He said he was going to give me $1,000.”

“What a generous friend, what are you up to?”

“Nothing, honest!” Jack holds up his hands in surrender. 

Bigby looks from him, down to the body, then Jack again. He doesn’t have time to deal with the get rich quick fails of the century.

“I need to go see Holly, she should be working tonight, and Jack? Stay out of trouble.”

Bigby walks down the concrete steps to the heavy door of the Trip Trap, pushing it open and stepping through. Holly stands behind the bar, dressed in her brown dress. She lifts her gaze to look towards the door, preparing to greet a customer, but her face sets into a flat glare when she sees Bigby. Gren glances over his shoulder towards the Sheriff and shakes his head, looking back to his small glass of rum on the countertop. 

The sheriff approaches the bar and looks at Holly, 

“I’m not here to start problems, I just need to ask you some questions.” He says, simply and sits down at the bar a few seats away from Gren.

“You’re always here to start a problem, even when you don’t try to.” She digs her nails into the bottom lip of the bar. 

Bigby shakes his head, “When was the last time you saw [Y/N]?” 

“She was here for her shift the night before last. Why? What do you want with her?” Holly’s eyes narrow.

“She’s dead…” Bigby wills his face to be emotionless, as he watches Gren drop the glass to the counter, tipping over and spilling onto the bartop as Holly stares at him with wide eyes. Bigby couldn’t hope to understand what she was feeling- first, her sister was murdered, and now her friend was dead, the friend who was working with her so that she could grieve. 

“How?” Gren growls, fists clenched tightly on top of the bar

“She was strangled.” Bigby says, impassively, but inside he is anything but. Inside, he is raging and tearing apart all of New York to track down the next murderer, because who knows who may be next. And if [Y/N] was a target, with how likable she is- was- who knows who else may be on a list. 

“DAMNIT!” Gren  stands and turns on Bigby, who only regards him with a stoic guise, “How many have to die before you do your damn job?!”

“I am doing my job.” It’s all Bigby can do not to slam his face into the bar- his patience is fading, and quickly. “I’m trying to find the person that did this, and I’m starting by finding out the timeline of when she died, and where she was taken from. If she hasn't been here since two nights ago, then there’s nothing else that I need.” He stands and Gren steps in his way. Bigby squares his shoulders.

“Knock it off,” Holly snaps, and Bigby looks her way. She sounds sad, “just go, Sheriff. I need…need to figure out what to do.” She sighs and walks out from the bar, vanishing into the back room. Bigby notes a missing attendee-

“Where’s Woody?” He asks, still looking towards the room Holly escaped to for a moment longer before looking back to Gren’s fury laden face. 

“How the hell should I know?” He growls, “I ain’t his dad.”

“For someone claiming to want me to do my job, you’re making it awfully difficult.” 

Gren’s eyebrows twitch and his jaw sets, Bigby prepares to dodge a punch, but it doesn’t come, to the Sheriff’s surprise. “He hasn’t been here in a couple days. He left with [Y/N] after her last shift.”

Bigby’s not surprised that Woody left with her, but the fact that he left with her the same day she was last seen….

“And he hasn’t been back since?”

“No.” Gren bites out through gritted teeth, “Now if that’s all you need, get the fuck out.”

Bigby walks out without much of a fuss, and pulls out his pack of cigarettes. He lifts one and lights it, walking down the street towards [Y/N]’s apartment.

He walks down the hall and stops in front of [Y/N]'s door, but something isn't right. He presses his ear to the door- music? 

That can't be right..[Y/N]'s time of death was hours ago, why was music still playing? 

He hears shuffling, and his teeth grit together. He grabs the doorknob and very slowly turns it- it's unlocked. 

He throws the door open and rushes inside, seeing the silhouette and diving on him. He shoves him face down into the carpet, wrists behind his back. 

"Hey hey hey!! GET THE FUCK OFF ME, WOLF!" 

The Woodsman

"Not until you tell me what you're doing here." Bigby digs his knee into the big man's spine as he squirms. 

"I was helping [Y/N]!" 

"Don't lie to me, Woody!"

"Fuck you, I ain't lyin'!" 

"What's going on- Sheriff! Get off of him!" Small hands grab Bigby's shoulder and he turns, ready to push them back; and he stops. 

He climbs off the big man and stares- 

"[Y/N]?"

"You listen here, Sheriff," she warns, her honeyed eyebrows furrowed in concern and anger as Woody stands up behind her, "out there you might be Sheriff Bigby Wolf and think you have to be mean to get your way, but not in my home! If you lay a hand on my guests again, you can forget about my offer to help you!" 

She's angry, so very angry, he can see it in her eyes, in the way the wrinkles between her brows crease her skin. The fire in her eyes. But she's here, standing, yelling, breathing.

"We found your body," Bigby says, carefully and the crease between her eyes lifts. "We all thought you were dead. And I came by to see if you'd been murdered here. When I saw Woody-" 

"You thought Woody killed me?" She frowns, incredulously, "He'd never." 

Woody puts a large hand on her shoulder. She looks over at him, then at Bigby again. 

"I'm not dead..." [Y/N] muses. 

"Clearly." Bigby huffs and can feel pressure forming behind his eyes. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes when her small hand covers his holding the pack. He looks at her. 

"I'd rather you didn't smoke in here. What with my work and all..." She says, quietly. 

Woody snorts and Bigby considers lighting one anyway- 

"Bigby does whatever he wants." He grumbles. 

Woody was right. Bigby did do whatever he wanted. But one look into her kind eyes and he resigns with a sigh, tucking the pack back into his pocket. He feels naked, and uncomfortable. He ignores it. 

Woody casts him a quirked browed look and Bigby ignores that, too. 

"[Y/N], where were you last night?" 

"Home? Asleep?" She shakes her head. "I finished dropping off orders early, stopped by the store to pick up some more fabric and flour, then came home and went to bed."

"And you, Woody?" He asks, moving his gaze to the bearded man. 

"I was at the Trip Trap."

"Really? Because Gren says he hasn't seen you in a couple days.."

"Bigby," [Y/N] warns and he casts her a cold look, warning her in turn not to interfere with his investigation. He watches her brows slacken a bit as her expression becomes one of concern. He looks back to Woody. "Let's try that again, where were you?"

Woody sighs,

"I was with a woman..." He grumbles. 

"Who was it?" 

"Can't a man keep his personal affairs personal?" 

"Not when he's a suspect in a murder." Bigby says and folds his arms. 

"I told you already he didn't do it." [Y/N] pipes up again and he ignores her completely. She was kind to him, but she is trying his patience. 

He looks at her, "[Y/N], a woman is dead. She could have been you-"

"But she wasn't.." she interrupts, her frown deepens, her look of concern deepening the wrinkles in between her brows and on her forehead. 

"-but it could have been. Doesn't matter that it wasn't, a woman is dead. Dead and gone. And I need to find the one responsible. Now you offered your assistance, but so far you've only made my investigation harder. Either keep it down, or I'll take him in to question him at the Business Office." 

Her eyes widen and she looks at Woody, then Bigby again. The hurt in her eyes was clear as day. She steels her expression and nods, once. She looks at Woody before she walks over and sits on the love seat, legs folded and looking out the window. 

Bigby feels a little guilty, but only a little. He shoves it aside and focuses on the task at hand. 

Woody looks at [Y/N], then Bigby again, a look of anger in his eyes.

"You're a piece of shit, Wolf."

"I hear that a lot, now who were you with?"

[ashs-cardboard-box]

Precious Treasures

~ King!Dragon hybrid!Erwin Smith/Male Concubine!Wolf hybrid!Reader

~ Fluff (Day 11)

~ Secret Romance

~ 2k words

Royal + Hybrid AU :3 Size and rank difference mentioned and welcomed. No TW (unless you get upset by they/them Hange ??)

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In the expansive nation of Paradis, there lies a castle among the vast lands, run by hybrids from all sorts of species. Yet, for centuries, the dragons reign supreme, of course. Being a dragon was widely associated with strength, wealth and status, typically only seen in noble bloodlines. Whereas on the other end of the spectrum, most prey animals like rabbits or mice were what normally controlled the “lesser fortunate”. Everyone had their respective places, but you were the odd one out.

Usually, the wolf hybrids were deemed fitting for knighthood, regardless of background or gender. Their inherent need for a pack proved useful to past rulers in the instance of war or tragedy. Yet you were different. You were dubbed a concubine. Odd, yes..but to add insult to injury, you were the only male concubine in the palace.

King Erwin knew he had to have you the minute he laid eyes on you during an outing, spotting you whilst you were a squire, training to earn your rightful title as a wolf. His father before him, and his father before him, so on and so forth, they’d had many concubines, all women. But you? You were special to him. He’d requested you change your path from knighthood to be his concubine with no consequences. But surprisingly, you obeyed without the usual fear or defiance others would have.

He cared about you more than any noble should for a mere worker. He’d even gifted you the shiniest jewels from his hoard, dressing you up in them to really make you gleam. Shiny golden necklaces, bracelets, anklets, belts–purposefully avoiding any rings–all with his precious stones inside. In any other circumstance, he’d cut the arm off of anyone who tried to reach for his stash, but he loved you.

Your relationship with King Erwin was kept a secret. It had to be, even if you didn’t necessarily like it. No matter how obvious it was, just by the way your tail wagged each time he beckoned you into his chambers to fulfill your duty, it had to be kept silent. If the rumors were to be confirmed true, Paradis could fall to shambles with the knowledge that their king was courting not only a male concubine, but one out of his species. The King’s right hand, a black panther named Levi, strongly advised against it. He knew about your bond, albeit extremely grudgingly. He tried to stay out of it as much as possible…for his own sake.

During a particularly dreary morning, storm clouds overhead with the preparation for a heavy rain, your attention is pulled away from the window and over to the door as you hear a particularly chipper knock pattern, followed by a very familiar giggle.

Hange was the King’s stewardess, a hyena. There was talk that they’d made a deal with Erwin on his coronation that if they helped him out, they’d be allowed in the dungeon with the executioner for “experiments”, but no one could confirm nor deny. They didn’t even dare ask.

“I’m clothed, Hange. You can come in.” You call, turning just enough to face the door. Dressed in a lovely purple silken robe, gifted to you by Erwin himself, having just woken up after an absolutely restless night's sleep. Your room was one of many guest rooms inside the kingdom, since Erwin decided he couldn’t have you riding all the way back home in the middle of the night, especially if the people knew who you were to him. Each time you left, he kept himself up, sick with worry, before ultimately making a decision. One he knew would keep you safer in the long run.

It was a nice room, you had to admit. Probably larger on its own than all of the rooms in your entire house combined. Most of your personal belongings were taken from your residence and put into your new room with the help of a few cadet soldiers, who complained and dragged their feet, but you appreciated them anyway.

The large oak doors are pushed open with force, with Hange’s much smaller frame standing between them. Their tail was puffed up and wagging excitedly, causing any loose fur to fly off. “Y/N!” They beam, their voice carrying throughout the space, creating an echo that makes your ears twitch.

“Hi, Hange..” You grumble as you reach up to brush your hand over your ears, as if you could physically feel the tinnitus starting to blare. Your other hand remains around the strap that keeps your robe tied shut, not exactly wanting to flash them. “The King asked for you.” They inform, straightening themselves out despite the dramatic entrance. Their eyes locked onto yours over the rims of their glasses, a look you know that means “do this immediately”.

With a sigh, you nod, accepting your task and probably the punishment you know you’re going to receive. Watching Hange leave and close the doors behind them, you decide to head out as soon as possible, fully expecting a punishment for something you either did or didn’t do. Admittedly, dragon hybrids were a bit unpredictable, even worse during mating season; thank gods it wasn’t…you didn’t think.

Slipping your feet into your slippers by your door, adjusting your robe to make sure it’s completely covering your modesty, you pull open your door and step out into the grandiose corridor.

The long hallway stretched on both ways for what felt like hours, even if that wasn’t remotely true. The walls were made of various minerals like white limestone, with lovely marble flooring that Erwin likes to keep spotless and shining. Your room was fairly isolated from the others, since it was easier for Erwin to sneak in and out to see you without getting caught. Some of the castles’ daily keepers had their own spaces, with others needing to return back home for their families, but they weren’t nearly as grand as yours.

The king’s room was a floor above everyone else’s, heavily guarded by both experienced knights and soldiers, and less experienced squires and cadets. Usually, you had to shyly explain what you were wanting to enter Erwin’s quarters for if you weren’t being summoned, but to your surprise, the king was standing right outside the door. His arms folded over his chest and his spiny, scaly tail slowly swaying behind him. His face was a mask of indifference, as always. It was something you could respect. You found yourself having to grab your own tail just to stop its wagging from time to time.

“Your Majesty.” You greet, simultaneously calling attention to yourself. Stopping right in front of Erwin, you tuck your tail between your legs and bow your head, staring at Erwin’s feet. You could barely contain the grin spreading across your face, biting down on your inner bottom lip. You could feel the guards’ eyes on both of you, even if they tried to remain nonchalant about their eavesdropping.

“Y/N.” the king grunts, a plume of smoke leaving his mouth with an exhale, indicative of a dragon's irritation. Your ears flatten subconsciously. Part of you hopes he’s just keeping up the charade to take suspicion off of your relationship, the other part is rapidly racking your brain for any and all events you possibly could have missed.

“Come.” Without waiting for a response, Erwin steps past you and heads back down the hallway you just came from, tucking in his wings to prevent from accidentally hitting you with them. You follow along like an eager puppy, which technically, you were. As soon as you were out of eye and earshot of the soldiers guarding Erwin’s room, you let your ears perk up and your tail wag freely, if not a bit hesitant.

“You seem tense…sire…” You comment sheepishly, walking a bit faster to catch up with Erwin. You steal a brief glance up towards him, catching a sly look on his face underneath thinly veiled irritation.

“There’s just something I would like to show you in the garden.” He softens, glancing down at you momentarily before facing forward again. Despite Erwin’s softening demeanor, you tense immensely. You had planted an assortment of flowers that you’d purchased from the village market, just for Erwin. They were supposed to be a surprise for his upcoming birthday.

“Something?” You muse, your ears flattening again. You didn’t want to give away the surprise if Erwin hadn’t found out–you’d paid the gardeners to keep your gifts a secret–and found something else entirely.

Erwin hums in confirmation with a curt nod. His right wing expands just enough to curl up around you, keeping you as close as possible, discreetly taking your hand in his. Even if you two were a secret, he didn’t want any of his staff getting any funny ideas with you. Walking right through the throne room in silence, then out the open archway, right along the path into endless fields of land, just up the hill from the nearest Paradis village.

“Here– look!” He beams, his stoic demeanor crumbling entirely as he drags you along with him. Mentally complaining about your slippers getting dirtied from being outside, but it wasn’t like they couldn’t be cleaned. His tail begins to wag alongside yours, only slightly slower due to the large size difference.

Tugging you into the greenhouse, holding the door open for you, of course, he triple checks to make sure no one else is inside before ushering you over to the bed you’d tried to keep secret from him.

“Just look at them!” Erwin grins, sharp teeth on display. Kneeling down to gently caress the snowy white petals of a ghost orchid, his other hand interlaced with your own. “I can’t recall ever asking for the assortment, but they’re just beautiful.”

“Actually, I got ‘em for you..” You explain sheepishly as you slowly kneel down beside the king. With a brief glance down at your robe to make sure you’re not exposing yourself, you continue.

“Jade vine,” You point to a curved, bright turquoise legume. “Ghost orchid..” You pause on a bright red bunch of fire lilies. “I wanna say chile-something..” Erwin nods with a small huff of a chuckle, gesturing for you to continue regardless. While he was interested in your supposed gift, he also just wanted to hear you talk.

“Parrot’s Beak,” You wave towards an crimson “beak shaped” bud, followed by a turn to point at an unblossomed cactus flower that you also couldn’t quite remember. “That one blooms rarely at night.” You inform, returning your eyes to the king’s, only to realize he’d been staring at you all along.

Clearing your throat nervously, you give his hand a gentle squeeze as you stand back up, out of the curve of his wing. “I- uh.. I bought ‘em at the market a bit ago for your birthday… hadn’t really planned on you finding them before then.”

Erwin is silent as he copies you and stands up, pulling you into a sudden embrace, burying his nose into your hair. “Thank you.” He rumbles, his wings curling around you protectively as his tail begins to wag.

Slowly, you wrap your arms around him tightly, your face pulled right up against his chest. “You like ‘em?” You question, earning a slow nod that makes your own tail wag. “I love them..and you.” The king mumbles into the top of your head, hardly quelling the urge to bring you back into the castle and hoard you into his pile of jewels and gems.

“Love you too..” You whisper, just enjoying the warm embrace that you’d been craving all morning. You felt like you couldn’t get enough of Erwin, even if your surprise had been revealed a few weeks too early. “There’s also bismuth and garnet in my bedside table.” You add with a quiet chuckle, feeling the king’s muscles stiffen with excitement.

“Flowers and new additions to my hoard?” Erwin grins, picking you up with extreme ease and walking right out of the greenhouse with you in his arms, a bit dazed by the sudden move. “You treat me so well, my shining star.”

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Ive been craving to write a hybrid fic and this is my excuse 10/13 edit: I JUST REALIZED TOMORROW IS ERWIN'S BIRTHDAY </333 i've made a terrible mistake forgive me Commander happy birthday old man </3 Return to masterlist

[zane-helps-otherkin]

Tips for a red fox, lynx, black wolf and harpy eagle therian

Requested by: Anon

General tips

Try doing quadrobics. Many of your theriotypes walk in four legs, so trying quads may help you feel more connected to them.

Mimic your fur/feathers with clothes. Using elements like color and texture.

Try doing vocals. Most of this theriotypes are known for their vocals.

Buy (or make) and use gear if comfortable. Either ears, tails and even wings or a beak.

For a red fox

Make foods that include berries and chicken. Chicken are a favorite for foxes, and they are known for being omnivores.

Buy cat toys for yourself. Cat toys may mimic some of the pray foxes usually hunt, like mice.

If comfortable (for both parties) try scaring some of your friends or family hiding in different places, placing little traps and sneaking from behind. Foxes are known for their cunning and intelligence. So this could be a fun game to reflect that.

For a lynx

Get a little bit of fake fur and stick it to the tips of your ears. To mimic those lynxes have.

Use big and strong boots to mimic their paws.

Grow your sideburns to mimic the "beard" of lynxes.

For a black wolf

Pretend you are in a pack. You can use just daydreaming or imaginative play with toys. If you have friends, you could also make a pack with them, either online via roleplay, or in real life through play.

Try some makeup that makes you feel wolf-like. You can paint a nose or use some eyeliner.

Watch videos of wolves and/or their pray. This could lead to unwanted shifts though.

For a harpy eagle

Listen to ambient sounds of rainforests. This is the habitat of these eagles.

Make paper claws. Harpy eagles have big claws that you could mimic with paper.

Use long, flowy clothes to mimic their feathers. Especially gray clothes. You can also use gray handkerchiefs in your hair to mimic the feathers these eagles have on their heads.

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[loudblonde]

"A little wolf and its handler" Simon "Ghost" Riley & Male Reader & John "Soap" MacTavish

Summary: (Y/N) is a werewolf who has to hide it from everyone and has been with success. His curse makes him a valuable asset that the military isn't willing to let go of. But what happens when (Y/N) gets targeted by a hunter? And why is Ghost suddenly in front of him?

Warnings: Cod Typical violence, body horror (only a bit), Alzheimer's disease. angst in the end. Werewolves live longer then humans and age slower

word count: 2,4K

Many mortal men often whispered of rage, a desire to go berserk and the ability to blindly kill. They think of themselves as akin to apex predators. But in reality, their self-confidence and sense of self-worth are that of a meek mouse dressing up as a wolf and like mice they breed more and more of their kind, spreading their diseased and infected worldview to more and more.

(Y/N) wasn’t an imposter, no, he didn’t have the time nor the energy to worry. He hadn’t had it for years.

The way his bones broke at every mission, his skin tearing and stretching thinner and thinner as the hair grew out. Painful and necessary. A true monster against those who seek to hurt, those who wish death on others. Perhaps (Y/N) was the same as them. After all, he did kill them and did end up ripping them apart but oh how they tasted wonderfully. Their blood and flesh coated his teeth not only as the beast, the monster but also as the man.

(Y/N) overlooked the room covered in enemy combatants. It was cold out, (Y/N) could see his own breath and yet he still felt the raging inferno roar beneath his skin. It demanded more blood, more pain and more food.

“Beast, come in, are you done?” His headpiece hung around his neck, it almost fell off his shoulders. (Y/N) lifted it up and pressed the talk button.

“Yes, it’s done, send in the recon team.” (Y/N) spoke, his voice still holding onto the growl as though (Y/N) was capable or even willing of letting go of his other side.

(Y/N) stepped outside, the ice beneath his feet cooled his blood and quenched his desire for murder and death. (Y/N) let go of a sigh. The wind tore into his body and froze the blood on his skin. (Y/N) walked past the soldiers trying their very best to not look at the fully naked soldier who was walking past them with no problems. (Y/N) never felt the effects of the cold, not in human form or beast form. He glanced at the tundra, knowing if he wanted to, he could run and never be found, he could give in and live freely… but he shouldn’t and couldn’t. The tracker in his neck made sure of that.

(Y/N) entered the tent that was mercifully set up for him and showered, the blood rinsed off him and fell down, staining the snow red. (Y/N) didn’t care, it was the same as always. Ice cold water followed by clothes he had worn for the past few days. At least, he could get back to his usual team. The 141. He missed Price, he hadn’t been with them in a few months, hopefully, they weren’t on a mission.

The team didn’t know about (Y/N), only Price knew. (Y/N)’s lycanthropy was a government secret. Need to know only. Soldiers he worked with were told ‘You will see something tonight that will shake you to your core and you will forget it, it never happened.’ (Y/N) couldn’t care less if they were told or not, he knew he was safe, and he knew that as long as he was of service, the military wouldn’t let him die. He was too precious of an asset and where else could he go to get enough food? He had already tried starving, it wasn’t a pretty sight.

(Y/N) now, fully undressed walked out of the tent and walked to the mission commanders, he gave his report and was ushered away and onto a helicopter before the weather became worse.

A short plane ride and he was home, back on base and in a less cold but just as miserable place. England. (Y/N) walked off the plane and greeted a few people with a nod. He was more than happy to be home.

(Y/N) noticed Soap first and smirked. “Aye McTavish!” He yelled and watched as Soap turned around.

“(L/N)!” He greeted him and walked towards him. They hugged tightly. (Y/N) was the first to pull away fully. “How chaotic has it been since I left?”

“Too chaotic. But hey, we are getting a new member, Price is showing ‘em around.” Soap said.

“A new member, huh. Well, that is always interesting, I will drop off my bag and find Ghost, he is probably sulking in someplace people don’t think to look.” (Y/N) said.

“How do you always manage to find him?” Soap asked.

(Y/N) chuckled and leaned down to whisper. “I call it my Ghost Radar. I always know where he is hiding.” He said before winking at Soap. “I will say hi to your boyfriend for you!” He called as he walked off.

(Y/N) didn’t know why but his nose itched, there was a scent from the new guy that was just wrong, he hadn’t even seen him and (Y/N) was already ready to tear his own nose out. But he didn’t. He had self-control, which one should have if he was a beast.

(Y/N) dropped his bag off and followed Ghost’s scent outside and all the way to someplace isolated. He pulled himself up on the roof and sat next to Ghost who was reading.

“Good mission?” Ghost asked his voice monotone as always.

“I didn’t get shot.” (Y/N) said, mimicking the monotone voice.

Ghost chuckled a bit and closed the book. “Have you seen the new guy?”

(Y/N) shook his head. “No, but something seems wrong, I can’t explain it.”

Ghost looked at him, those beautiful amber pools sat carefully behind the mask. “I guess we'll just have to see what he brings to the table.”

“Hm, true.” (Y/N) stood up. “By the way, your boyfriend says hi.” (Y/N) smirked and jumped off the roof, landing in a perfect roll without any damage to himself. He ignored Ghost’s yells as he ran, content to be the one chased for a moment.

A dull thud came from behind him, signalling Ghost was hot on his tail.

(Y/N) managed to get inside and lock the door, so Ghost would have to go the long way around. (Y/N) started walking, making it into the common area where Price and the new recruit stood.

His smell was making (Y/N) itch all over, as though he was allergic to the man's presence.

“Ah, Valentine, I want you to meet Sergeant (Y/N) ‘Beast’ (L/N), he has just returned from a mission… Beast, did you get Ghost to chase you again.” Price asked, sounding like a tired dad that just wants his kids to behave.

(Y/N) rubbed his eyes as they started to burn. “Affirmative sir.” He said before coughing. “Valentine, what kind of perfume do you use?! It’s burning me up.”

Price didn't react fast enough as Valentine pulled a gun and shot (Y/N) in the chest.

(Y/N) fell back as he felt the burning sensation hit his bloodstream. Pure seething anger pooled from the wound and took over his entire body. (Y/N)’s hands twitched before he snarled and growled deeply.

His vision went red. Fueled only by the anger and fear of being hurt, like a cornered animal, (Y/N) began the transformation, faster than he had ever before and on too little sleep. It was a recipe for disaster.

His arms broke and fixed themselves over and over again. His skin blistered and stretched, turning darker than the night itself, where the skin had once been carefully cared for with creams and tender self-love, now stood leather-like calloused bulges of muscle. The beast rose up, bones breaking and rebreaking yet he couldn’t think, wouldn’t think. He was simply gone, replaced by a need to protect and kill.

The beast opened its eyes and glared at the shooter, shouts of his name and orders not to hurt the hulking monster went unheard by it.

As the beast was about to jump forward and tear the throat of the man out, a familiar white mask appeared in front of him.

“Stand down.” The command was simple and it broke through the rage. An ear twitched as the beast stopped up, looking down at Ghost.

Ghost, either the world's luckiest man or the biggest idiot with plot armour, held a hand up and pointed at the ground like you would with any dog. “Sit.”

In what would normally have been a humorous event, but currently, with people shitting themselves watching a monster standing almost 3 metres beast, it wasn’t really a time for humour.

The beast growled a bit but sat down and glared at Ghost, it didn’t pay attention as the shooter was brought out of the room.

Price came over. “Congratulations Simon, you have just become his handler.” Price said.

Ghost glanced at Price. “How long does he stay here?”

“Until he is fed, someone is bringing some meat as we speak.” Price said.

“So you knew,” Ghost said before he looked back to the beast. “I assume there is a reason we weren’t told.”

“It’s classified information, strictly need to know only. Can’t have incidents like today happen again.” Price said.

All in all, it took an hour before (Y/N) was back and ushered off to change into clothes before the whole team gathered in the meeting room. (Y/N) stood beside Price.

“Okay people, what you saw today was the result of a dormant gene that was triggered by accident a few years back, (Y/N) in all the time you have known him have been like this, he isn’t a threat to any of us but that man was intending to kill him.” Price said. “(Y/N) explain the details.”

“I am what you would commonly call a werewolf. It’s a bit more complicated than that but we have research on people like me, the history of it I can’t go into details about. The beast form you saw isn’t usually how I look, it’s more of an underworld look than full-on daemonic as you saw.” (Y/N) said. “He used what we now know to be wolfbane to mess me up, if I start having that allergic reaction again I will leave the area, don’t worry I will be found, I have a tracker in my neck.” (Y/N) said.

Ghost looked at him. “How was it that I could control you? You didn’t attack me.”

“I don’t know, my guess would be you are familiar with or already have a sense of authority over me. Either way, no one else has successfully stopped me from killing, they have only pointed me towards a group and said kill. There are currently 16 people like me in different militaries all around the world. We do have our own sub-unit in times of crisis. If we are needed we will be called in and it overrides any and all missions or work, including our handlers. I am sorry Ghost.”

“It’s fine, it’s work, nothing else.” Ghost said. “At least I got to you in time.”

“There wouldn’t have been consequences for Beast had he killed the shooter, his value as an asset is worth more than the life of someone trying to kill him.” Price said.

Soap whistled a bit. “Well, at least we know why you are called Beast.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I actually got that name before my curse. An enemy caught me, and tortured me but didn’t tie me up properly, so I escaped and ripped everyone apart. I escaped and tried to find our base of operation but got lost in the forest. My team found me in a den of wolves who had taken me in.” (Y/N) said.

Ghost chuckled a bit. “Living up to your name, what was it before you were named beast?”

“… Trip, we did a training course during a particularly rough winter and I kept tripping so everyone called me Trip.” (Y/N) said with a sigh. “I think I like Beast better.”

Soap stood up. “Well, we will be a very successful group.” He said.

—

Years had passed, the task force had long since dissolved and most had died, either from injury on the field or from old age. (Y/N) had seen new members come and go, seen Price be replaced and seen Price’s replacement be replaced.

It was peaceful now, the war still raged on but it wasn’t (Y/N)’s problem, not anymore, a much newer and younger generation had taken over.

(Y/N) gently knocked on the door to the small house before letting himself in.

A wrinkled Soap was sitting by the kitchen table a little bit away, drawing in his book. He looked up and saw (Y/N). “Simon! Get your ass down here! Good to have you back.” Old man Soap said.

(Y/N) smiled and closed the door. “Good to see you too, John.” He said as he took his boots off.

“Simon! Where are you?!” Soap yelled upstairs.

(Y/N) walked over and sat in front of his old friend. “John, you remember don’t you? We visited Simon yesterday.” (Y/N) said softly.

Soap looked at him and his eyes filled with tears. “How could I have forgotten?” He asked before wiping his eyes.

“I miss him too.” (Y/N) said softly. “But I promised him I would take care of you. He loved you a lot.”

Soap smiled sadly and looked up at (Y/N). He pointed at the few grey hairs gathering at (Y/N)’s temples. “You don’t look a day over 40,” Soap said.

(Y/N) chuckled. “Yeah well, I am a lot older than that.” He said.

Soap chuckled. “How old are you even?”

“Would you believe me if I said that I was found in that den of wolves during world war one?” (Y/N) asked.

“No way, I assumed it was more recent,” Soap said.

(Y/N) shook his head. “No, world war I, a brutal time to be a war prisoner. I was born in Canada so I didn’t get the worst treatment but it wasn’t fun.”

Soap hummed. “Did Simon ever know?”

(Y/N) shook his head. “No, but you look like you haven’t eaten all day so I am going to cook you something that matches what the doctor said you could eat and then we will see Simon’s grave again, alright?”

Soap nodded. “Yes, that sounds good.” He said and looked back down at his drawings. He blinked before looking up again, smiling. “(Y/N)! It’s so good to see you.”

(Y/N) smiled a bit softer. “It’s good to see you too, old friend.”

My requests are open. Feel free to send in anything you want to have written ^^

[peachyfuck18]

So the other night I had a dream that one day certain Horror Icons ended up getting Disney princess powers by getting animals to love them and getting them to the killings for them cause in reality deer and swans look cute but are actually murderous fuckers. Here’s how I think that went

-Billy Loomis finds out due to a raven landing on his shoulder one day and soon discovers that he can just control animals just by singing to them but it’s more Phantom of the Opera than typical Disney songs(Skeet Ulrich singing Christine’s parts in think of me cmon just picture it) and of course nobody’s gonna believe a rabbit killed some douchebag jock with its squirrel friend and they see him with Stu and they try to get them together like picnic dates and making a gothic sun dress for Billy just to see him and Stu together

-Carrie White is of course surprised that bunnies and sheep that come to see her but their great company. Especially the doves that come by her windows to greet her and of course helping Carrie with her dress design and while she’s at prom they make sure to get the jump on Margaret and Chris giving her a good night out

-Jennifer Check has no idea why the bats in her attic are now suddenly friendly towards her but she just thinks it’s her demon powers but also goats that escape the local farm just to see her but Needy finds out and she just thinks it’s adorable and of course the animals trying to get them together especially the swans she somehow managed to befriend

-Patrick Bateman one day waking up to find a four course breakfast meal on the table and coming home to find the dishes washed and put away and his disgust when he finds out it was the mice, pigeons and sewer gators of New York City but figures could have a good use for them. Alligators with their pigeon friends have a good use for rivals of Bateman and they are good help around the house

-Ash Williams is just having an average day to his job to S-Mart til he finds a deer trying to give him a flower when he wakes and a snake picking out his clothes for him to get ready but hey he’s seen weirder. But that doesn’t mean he enjoys it. I mean think like can’t get a moments rest without some rats trying to cook him dinner or a wolf licking him in the face to get up in the morning or raccoon and hares cleaning his house. He’s not sure what the necronomican says about this but he’ll be damned if he lets this continue

-Baby Firefly wakes up one day to an armadillo brushing her hair and vultures bringing her roadkill but whatever she thinks it’s cute no matter what Otis or Spaulding say about it

Yes the other horror icons are making fun of them cause why would they get Disney princess powers when their HORROR icons but even they don’t know how they got these powers

[merakiui]

aaaaaah, this is so late but! wowza, your latest rollo fic. i was perplexed, like, how could your brain came with such banger ideas and symbolisms?? (not restricted only for your rollo fic but for all of your fics, that rook one also tho.. chefs kiss)

:O thank you so much!!!!!!!! Rollo activates the part of my brain that works in overdrive when I need to get something done. I wrote the fic and its symbolisms so quickly after looking through Bible verses on obsession/lust. There is just so much inspiration and opportunity for religious symbolism with Rollo!!!

✧ the bible verse about lust and temptation being evil and thus giving birth to death - it's a juxtaposition to what Rollo's doing in the fic: knocking you up when you're most fertile. So then if (by the bible's standards) lust gives birth to death, it will seem so when Reader inevitably falls pregnant (as she didn't want to get pregnant in the first place), but for Rollo this is the beginning of life and all great things. So from his perspective, his lust is giving birth to happiness and fulfillment, but for Reader it causes her immense grief.

✧ the number three (i.e. Rollo doing things in threes like answering on the third ring or knocking thrice) - symbolic of divine harmony and wholeness.

✧ the crow - a representation of death, destruction, and grief in the bible.

✧ the goat - often a symbol to represent satan/the devil. However, goats (and lambs) are often used in animal sacrifices, whether to appease the divine or darker forces.

✧ the winter weather - oftentimes, we associate death and gloom with winter because plant life shrivels, animals hibernate, and it becomes deathly cold and quiet. Yet the friendship Rollo and Reader have is so very warm and wonderful. It's also a fitting backdrop to mirror/contrast their dispositions: Reader is a warmer, happier force that balances Rollo's colder, darker force.

✧ Reader wearing all black (lipstick, dress) vs. Rollo's white (hair, pale skin) - the classic contrast of black (darkness) with white (purity), only the roles are swapped. Rollo thinks you're filthy because you drink and party and allow yourself to be led by your own temptations, while you think he's "pure" because he's been nothing but sweet and friendly to you. This reverses by the end of the story.

✧ wolf in sheep's clothing reference - this is just canon Rollo. He acts kind and cordial, but there's always more hiding beneath the veneer he curates.

✧ cat and mouse in partnership reference - the moral of this fairy tale is that cats and mice are natural enemies who will not change even if put in a dire situation. Though he will forever and always be sweet to you, it won't change the fact that he does (and will continue to do) terrible things.

✧ the orange that's part of Reader's breakfast at the end - sometimes a symbol of fertility and prosperity.

Aaaaaa forgive me for rambling about symbolism!!! orz I'm very happy you can enjoy the symbolism in my Rollo story and other stories as well!!!!! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) the Rook story is one of my favorites I've ever written because it's just so dark and Rook is so horrifying in that kind of plot. I'd like to write darker stories with Rollo as well!! There are plenty of ideas and concepts stored within my drafts..... >:)

[rockyroadsmith]

If Hare had Cinderella's life, how would it go for him and would Tiger of the wind be his prince charming? A TigerxHare question.

Heya! This is an interesting question! I honestly haven’t watched Cinderella in about two decades, so I apologize in advanced for my lack of knowledge as I try to make my way through this from memory! XD

So if we’re looking at Cinderella with Monster Rancher characters, I guess we’d see Hare’s father marry the cruel stepmother, Lilim, and would live the next so many years as pretty much a servant after his father’s death. Hare, being smarter than his two new jackass step siblings, Gali and Naga, would find ways to not only make cleaning more efficient, but to also make money on the side. Instead of mice for friends he’d have Suezo and Mocchi, two monsters who secretly freeload off the family and help Hare with chores (as long as they get fed XD).

One day a huge ball is announced and Hare wants to go, but is told he can only go if he gets his own clothes. After giving Mocchi some candy and Suezo some porn, the two monsters sew together an awesome suit just for Hare. The day of the ball, however, Hare’s step siblings destroy his suit, leaving him completely devastated.

Suddenly, a super magical light appears and a hooded figure appears before him. It’s Holly, his fairy godmother, and she’s gonna help him out. Yay! She transforms Suezo and Mocchi into horses, a pumpkin into a carriage, and creates a gorgeous dress just for Hare. Confused, Hare asks Holly why a dress and not a tuxedo, and she just shrugs. He then asks why give him glass slippers since they’re terrible for posture, which Holly just shrugs again. So! Before he leaves, Holly gives Hare a warning that all this magic will end at midnight and to beat feet before that happens. Hare thanks his fairy godmother and takes off in the carriage toward the castle, leaving Holly to feel a little sad she wasn’t invited.

At the castle, Prince Tiger sits in boredom with his dad, King Golem, and the Grand Duke, Genki. Genki threw the ball together so Tiger would finally stop being a closet otaku and meet someone, but Tiger just wants to go to bed. Golem, who is so proud his son is growing up, can’t help but give Tiger a rib crushing hug every few minutes, much to the wolf monster’s dismay.

Suddenly, the castle doors open and a new guest arrives, a Hare wearing a beautiful gown! Instantly enthralled, Tiger bounds over to the newcomer and asks to dance, in which Hare accepts. Dancing isn’t easy for quadrupedal monsters, but Hare doesn’t mind. Tiger is surprised to find out Hare isn’t female, but it doesn’t change how he feels about the stranger. This feeling must be love! Also, doggy style is doggy style, right? Further away, Naga and Gali watch with anger and can’t help but feel the newcomer looks familiar…

The clock strikes midnight, and Hare hastily bolts away in panic, knowing the spell will wear off, and one of his glass slippers falls off during his escape. Tiger runs after him and he’s fast as hell so he’d have been able to catch Hare easily, but he’s stopped midway when Golem grabs him for another bone crushing hug since it’s been five whole minutes since the last one. He’s just so damn proud of his son!

The next day, Hare’s family finds out Genki is lugging around a two foot long glass slipper to find the owner. Lilim, worried Hare might interfere with her children’s chances of marrying into royalty, locks Hare away before Genki arrives. Naga swears the glass slipper is his, but Genki points out he’s a freaking serpent with no feet. Then Gali claims the glass slipper is his, but he has even less limbs than Naga. Silly goose! Lilim then claims the glass slipper is hers, but the glass slipper is almost as long as one of her goddamn thighs, so there’s no chance it would fit her feet.

As Genki talks to the three monsters, Hare cries in despair that his chance at true love is being ruined. Before he completely gives up, though, Mocchi and Suezo show up to help! Hare tells the duo where to find the key, but Mocchi just uses his Mocchi Cannon to blow the door down. Hare blinks in surprise as he suddenly remembers he has powers. Damn.

Just before Genki leaves, Hare runs into the room and with the horror filled looks of his family, he puts the glass slipper on and it fits perfectly. Genki is thrilled to find the one Tiger has fallen in love with and immediately drags Hare to the castle. There, Tiger and Hare reunite before Golem brings the couple in for a lung burstingly tight hug. Then, Tiger has Hare’s family imprisoned for their years of abuse. He was actually going to kill them himself, but Hare suggested a little mercy.

Finally, Hare and Tiger are married and the two live happily ever after! The end! ^_^

I hope I didn’t ruin anyone’s childhood with my butchering of this story. XD

[stargazersasha]

strawberry flavored mice in the busy month of august 🍓🐭💌

new layout, art by @poly-val 💌

image description:

an illustration sheet of my fursona, winter, a pink mousegirl. she has fluffy brunette hair and bright, cartoony eyes. her fur is pink and two-toned, lighter on her inner arms, chest, and tummy.

clockwise from left: (1) full-color illustration of winter walkin, wearing white boots, jean shorts, a white tank-top and a bag with a heart on it. (2) a mono-color drawing of winter beaming and blushing while showing off her wizard's staff in her work clothes. (3) two panel busts of winter looking startled or nervous, then howling "awooooo" like a wolf.

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[fastlikealambo]

Does The Wolf Apologize? || Qimir x Black!Fem Reader Full Drabble

Summary: You’ve come back from a mission and The Sith is pleased. The lines between acolyte and master have been blurring between you two ever since he revealed his face but for tonight he will show you just how pleased he is.

Trigger Warnings: PinV, Consenting Force Choking, Improper use of a lightsaber.

"A lightsaber doesn't work like that- that don't matter, this is a whorehouse, sin defies canon and logic round here

18+ minors dni.

Please comment and reblog if you can, thank you for reading!

The head of the jedi was heavier in your hands than the saber on your belt.

You were bone tired, smelled of mud, had blood under your fingernails and in your braids but that didn't stop you from depositing the head on the sith’s table. 

 “Well done, you have pleased me.” He said, voice deep and automated beneath the helmet but you fell to one knee nonetheless, holding the lightsaber out in front for him to take. 

  “I have given you each and every saber you have asked for without question nor hesitation. I need my own, I’m ready.” You said quietly but firmly, standing up on shaky legs and began to remove your dirty coat and bag.  

  “You’re hurt.”

  “That’s not an answer.”

A click and a small woosh of air signaled that the helmet was off and even now, you hesitated to turn around despite knowing the visage behind your back.

 Before you could remove the rest of your bloody clothing, you felt a tug in the Force, sliding you across the room to outstretched hands.

   “Forgive me, I’m tired, I don’t know what I’m saying.” You said softly as he gripped each side of your shirt and ripped it, exposing your bloody and burned back. 

  “What have I said about apologizing?” He asked,bending you over the counter to inspect your injuries. The pain was gone so quickly you moaned in relief, earning a chuckle from your mentor as he kept you bent over. 

 “Mice apologize, sheep apologize, we do not.” You recited. 

He pulled your pants to your ankles, healing the cuts and bruises there before looking up at you.

“How did it feel when you took the jedi’s head?” He asked, head cocked to the side, thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles on your thigh while he checked to see if he had missed any wounds.

“ I felt safe, like no one could hurt me ever again, powerful even.” 

He stood to his full height, calloused fingers tilted your chin to look into his eyes.

“And do you want power?”

  “ What I want is to be free. I’m your equal, my training as your pupil is over, you and I both know that but my life, living freely by your side, has just begun.”

“ That’s not an answer.”

You sighed, tired and tense, you needed to unwind, quickly.  

“Did I please you?” You asked him, closing the gap between the two of you, eyes on his lips, hungry for a release.

 “Yes.” He growled.

“Then reward me.” 

With a flick of his hand, the sith sent you flying through the air, landing on top of the table, legs open. He took his time striding over to you, cape thrown to the side.

  “You still have so much to learn.” He said,slowly climbing on top of the table, your hips lifting without your control but with your consent into position.  

 “My next lesson is to make you whimper, do you understand me?” He asked, his hand slowly closing into a fist and air escaped your lungs. 

“I understand.”

On their own, your underwear slid from your legs.

“Then let us begin as equals. On the count of three, take a deep breath in.”

You closed your eyes and did as he requested. It was only a few seconds later that you heard a familiar noise and the vibrating hilt of his lightsaber against your clit. 

“Don’t move, you know the rules.”

You stayed frozen, sensations mounting within you but you dared not move, shaking internally until he removed it, penis entering you with ease. He began to pump, nice and slow to start, his force hold on your throat squeezing enough to please, not harm.

 “Tell me what you want.” Qimir inquired quietly, lips nipping at your neck, the pressure on your throat and within you building and building till the sith relaxed his hand and you could fully breathe once more. 

There was no time for you to catch your breath as he carefully left you, replacing his penis with his mouth, sucking and pleasuring your clit. Like a starving man, he ate you out till you saw stars.

Between laments of passion, you manage to answer his question.

  “Power.”

He saved his softness for your lips, kissing them deeply with a real smile on his face and for one moment you were you just two people, fucking on a reinforced table.

 “Then it is given.” 

As equals, you met him thrust for thrust, sweat for sweat, and when you could take it no longer, you readied yourself to cum but his hand rose again, the force grasping your orgasm like a fist.

“I need to, I need-”

“Say please, my acolyte.”

“Please.” You begged, writhing in wonderful agony.

His hand twisted and you came all at once, back arching with relief.

To return the favor, you force pushed off the table and mounted him, pinning his hands over his head, leaving a trail of biting kisses all the way down his chest. You rocked into position deep inside him, wet and hot, his mouth sucking on your brown nipples as the dance continued.

“From now on, we live together, we kill together. Is that understood?” You asked, tightening your grip on the back of his head, increasing in speed, your turn to make a sith mewl.

 “Understood.”

Breathing hard, Qimir was not quite finished with you yet and before you could react, he had you on all fours, the force spreading your ass cheeks wider and wider for him and he held you fast, driving his cock rhythmically in your ass until completion.

And when he finished right there on the floor, he gently wiped you clean with his cape first before wrapping you in it and pulling you to his chest.

“You’re right, you are ready.” Qimir said,stroking your shoulder.

“If I’m no longer your acolyte, what am I?” You asked and met his gaze.

“What you’ve always been, powerful.”

That’s it! Hope you enjoyed it!

[rats-n-runespoors]

omg odie info sheet no way!!

✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧

⏾ Basic Information

Full name: Odelia L. O’Hagan

Nicknames: Odie; Dellie 

Gender: Teetering the line between female and some secret third thing

Species: Lycan

Date of birth: November 10, 1848

Nationality: Scottish

Blood status: Pureblood

Wand: Dogwood, werewolf hair core. 14 1/4 inches. Supple flexibility. (It belonged to her mother.)

⏾ Appearance

Hair colour: Red with white streaks.

Hairstyle: Short, messy, thin. (She pulls her hair out.)

Eye colour: Yellow

Skin tone: Pallid

Height: 6’5 (195.58 cm)

Weight: 140 lbs. (63.5 kg)

Clothing style: Dark academia; brown and tan suits sans the jacket. In colder weather, she may wear animal pelts.

Accessories: Bolo tie or ribbon around collar.

Other distinguishing features: Thin hair. No eyebrows. Reflective eyes.

⏾ Personality

Traits: Courageous, loyal, gentle, manipulative, insecure, paranoid

Likes: Quidditch, mountains, canines, history, nifflers

Dislikes: Mice, cats, isolation, dramatic irony, herbology

Good at: Curse-breaking, writing, maths

Bad at: Herbology, apologising, managing stress

Hobbies: Writing, sleeping, researching

Fears: The Ministry

⏾ Family

Father: Canagan O’Hagan

Mother: Katriona O’Hagan (née Davies)

Brothers: Graham, Sorely and Daividh O’Hagan

Paternal grandparents: Odin and Anna O’Hagan

Maternal grandparents: Arthur and Gwenyth Davies

Uncles: Conan, Angus, Ardolph O’Hagan

Aunts: Hollie, Marta, and Blair O’Hagan, Fiona Davies

Pet: Achan (Niffler)

Blood Status: Pureblood

Social standing: Upper (Among lycans)

Family background: Werewolf clan

⏾ Individual magic

Wand reaction when first held: Tingly and pulsating

Boggart: Her dying father

Patronus: Coyote (previously a borzoi)

Polyjuice: Smells of old books, thin and runny

Amortentia: Broom polish, wet dog, pinewood 

⏾ Prologue

Odelia was born on Friday, November 10, 1848. Her mother, Katriona O’Hagan, was an Archivist at the Ministry of Magic, and her father, Canagan O’Hagan, was a trapper. On the night of Odelia’s birth, a muggle hunter shot Katriona, believing her to be an actual wolf. Blinded by rage and instinct, Canagan ate the hunter.

⏾ Years at Hogwarts

Year One

Sorted into Gryffindor

Second year

No important events

Third year

Joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team (after Graham said she needed an actual hobby)

Fourth Year

Dysphoria hits. Wasn't sure what it meant.

Fifth Year

Paired with Aesop Sharp for a potions assignment (the professor wanted Aesop to tutor her before O.W.Ls.)

Became friends with Aesop.

Passed O.W.Ls with average scores.

Sixth Year

Decided to become a Curse-Breaker

Father's symptoms finally emerged. Her brothers had grown up and moved away, so Odelia is left to care for her father. Neither spoke about his illness until his final week. Odelia is at Hogwarts when he dies.

Seventh Year

Now lives with her uncle, working on his farm to save up money for her own place when she graduates. Only goes by Odie now.

⏾ Epilogue

Loses contact with Aesop even though both live in London. She finally realized she's a woman, but has yet to figure out how to present herself or actually come out. Asks her sister-in-law about it in a poorly disguised hypothetical.

blah blah skip a few weeks and yay odelia is finally odelia! she's out to her coworkers and is finally ready to tell her family! sure hope nothing bad happens!!