#HEAD IN MY HANDS I LIKE THE ITALIAN WOLF JUDGE

[gaemms-chamois]

oops i got animal plushies for pengaem

[rviner]

"I didn't do anything, I'm just walkin' here." Ines responds, a hint of an Italian American accent slipping through her words. It seems to be a thing whenever she's with Margo, although her friend has her beat with the catalog of accents she can fall into. Ines laughs, scrunching her nose as she glances down to her skirt. "I would literally get kicked out of Catholic school if I wore this." she comments, glancing up in time to stop herself from colliding against a stream of people. The shifter zig zags momentarily, walking a quick criss-cross path in front of Mars before she's back by her side, but it's definitely not cat-like in her opinion. "I wasn't judging anyways," Ines continues, slapping Mars' arm lightly. "It's like the next best thing to a big lesbian sign flashing above your head." she grins then.

Ines already predicts the joke as Mars shows her the phone screen, nodding her head slightly with feigned amusement despite the fact her grin remains over her lips. "You still kept my name in the search bar, by the way. Could've just typed in founder of guac and not hit send, and it'd be funnier." Ines teases, flicking Mars' septum piercing before she turns away to walk. A laugh quickly leaves her, and she shoots a playfully judgmental glance to the witch. "Ah, see. That's the block I can feel in our friendship." Ines forces a sincere tone, waving her hand around to create an invisible barrier between them. "I'd probably feel like we related to one another more if you were a meme girl."

She doesn't notice The Crow poster until Mars is already laughing, Ines turning slightly before she sees it and her own chuckle slips free. "Everyone I've ever met in my life thinks my sister is hot." she says but there's no bitterness to her tone. Ines always found it amusing, although she's self aware enough to know that perhaps if they were closer in age, it might have been a different story growing up. "And obviously Felix is hot." Ines adds, laughing louder for a moment. "But yeah we laughed about it. That our hall passes are each other's brother and sister." her features scrunch into a playful disapproval as Mars wiggles her brows and Ines shoves her friend. "Okay gross. I don't wanna hear that. And I think unless you're a blue eyed wolf, she's not gonna be that interested."

a slight scoff of a laugh escapes the witch, but mars is shaking her head. 'you did not just do that, alnes invarez on instagram.' her expression drops at the terrible play on words, shooting an impressive glare at ines despite acting. she catches the quick once over given by her friend, laughter spilling in the next moment for the sudden quip. 'okay, what the fuck? i'm getting hatecrimed by miss catholic school skirt?' she points dramatically to the trademark fashion choice of nes'. 'this is why church and state needs to be separate. y'all is too judgy.' she adds, accent slipping into an exaggerated twang and her grin widening with the teasing.

'i'm googling that to make sure, because you're usually a liar.' mars then remarks, slipping out her phone despite everyone on the planet knowing the aztecs are the creators of the avocado-ian treat. the witch taps away and soon flashes the shifter her phone. the name ines alvarez sitting in the search bar followed by photos of her. 'see. you lied.' since two can play the game at horrendous jokes, mars finds herself hilarious, slipping her phone away once more. her head tilts curiously before shaking. 'no, because i don't know every fucking meme to ever be created.' she bumps into ines now as they walk once done with the stall, avocados in tow. or tote.

it's not long until there's a poster for the crow, felix's gothic face slapped center which pulls a laugh from margo as they pass it. 'have you and jakob ever asked each other if you find your siblings hot? because he must know isla is hot. and felix is basically jakob, so you obviously think he's hot.' she grins wickedly. 'i can't really speak on felix, but i can see how him and jakob have like...good faces?' she shrugs, unsure how to really send a compliment their way. 'but isla?' mars' brows waggle. 'i could speak on isla all day.'

[the-broken-truth]

Donna with a raven s/o trying to get Angie to like him (platonic) 🧑🐾

A Raven's Kindness - Donna Beneviento x Male Raven Shifter Reader w/ Angie [Platonic]

Broken Truth: For those who don't know - A Group of Ravens is known as an unkindness. Interesting fact, don't you think?

- Quick Key -

[Y/N] - YOUR FIRST NAME

[L/N] - YOUR LAST/SURNAME/FAMILY NAME

[H/C] - HAIR COLOR

[H/L] - HAIR LENGTH

[E/C] - EYE COLOR

[S/C] - SKIN COLOR

il mio corvo - My Raven (Italian) (Remember - Donna is Italian, not Romanian.)

"For the last time - I don't want it, you stupid bird-man!" yelled a small but feisty voice as the keeper of the voice something in the face of the man sitting before her, making him grunt suddenly and his large black wings to twitch at the sudden slap to his face. As he lifted his [S/C] hands to his face to remove the item, the sound of little feet running away made his heart heavy before he removed the item and saw the wedding veiled doll disappear around a corner. Sadness filled the man's [E/C] eyes as he looked down at the newly sown dress in his hands before he closed his eyes to keep from crying.

This man was [Y/N] [L/N] - The Raven Hybrid of the Misty Forest, and the Lover of the Head of House Beneviento, Donna. He was a tall man with a slim but muscular build - he had [H/C] [H/L] hair and [E/C] eyes with a few scars trailing along his hands and forearms with a few on his face. He met Donna when he found her in his part of the woods looking for some flowers that grew in the darkest part of the forest where the sun never shined its light; she was going to get attacked by a wolf pack that was starving but he was perched in the tree above her and swooped down and saved her. She invited him to come to Beneviento Manor to tend to his wounds and she offered him a place to stay. After sharing each other's secrets, a relationship developed between the two but there was one problem.

Angie.

No matter what [Y/N] did, he couldn't seem to get the doll to accept him as Donna's Partner - today was the latest attempt. He researched the arts of sewing and knitting to make Angie a new dress and she just threw it in his face. He opened his eyes - letting tears fall upon the new dress - when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he wiped his eyes and looked over his shoulder to see the face of his love and lady behind him.

"She didn't like it?" Donna asked.

"She threw it in my face." [Y/N] exhaled before he placed the dress on the table he was sitting at. "I don't know what to do anymore, Donna; everything I tried gets thrown back in my face or destroyed before me. She hates me, Donna, and I don't know how to get her to accept me." the man exhaled - obviously tired of trying over and over again only to be rejected and talked down upon.

"I'm sorry this is going on, il mio corvo. But I'm sure she'll come around soon and accept you - she knows I love you, I'm sure she'll come around to love you too." Donna gave a smile to reassure the man but for some reason - he thought it was going to get worse before it got better, if it did at all.

[Around Dinnertime]

[Y/N] placed Donna's plate in front of her before he went to his seat and sat in the chair before starting to eat. Donna took a sip of the tea [Y/N] gave her before widening her eyes and looked at the tea - it wasn't the lemon or black forest tea she was used to. It was more...minty but still very good.

'Love, what kind of tea is this?" Donna asked as she looked at the raven-winged man before her.

"It's peppermint tea." [Y/N] said as he stopped eating to look her in the eyes and speak to her. Before Donna could open her mouth to speak to tell him it was a perfect tea to add to the list, the wedding-dressed doll spoke up, or rather, yelled.

"Peppermint Tea?! Are you stupid, bird brain?! You know Donna only drinks Black Forest or Lemon Tea and you have the nerve to bring her

peppermint?!" Angie yelled as she glared at the man.

"The Tea Vendor was all out of stock with Donna's usual teas and I didn't want to come home empty-handed. He recommended the Peppermint Tea as a good 'before bed' kind of tea & Donna told me that she was having hard times sleeping." [Y/N] defended himself before the doll yelled again.

"For the last time - this is NOT your home! Your 'home' is the wilds where Donna found you before she decided to bring you here! You're not more than a guest - a guest who's more than overstayed their welcome!" [Y/N] couldn't take anymore.

"Then what do you want me to do, Angie?! You've done nothing but be rude and spiteful towards me since I got here and it's been worse when Donna and I told you we were dating! Nothing I do seems to please you! Just tell me - how can I make you happy?!" [Y/N] begged to know, tired of the back and forth, wanting a straight answer so he could make Donna's Porcelain Daughter happy.

"Isn't it obvious?! I want you to leave! I don't want you here! I don't want you dating my mother! I don't want you around our home! I want you out and never to return, you stupid bird freak!!!" Angie yelled as loud as her non-existent lungs would allow.

"ANGIE!!!" Donna shrieked in horror at what she just said to the raven-winged man, who just looked wide-eyed at the doll before his head lowered, his hair casting shadows that blocked his face. Donna watched in horror as [Y/N] rose from his seat and walked around the table and went up the stairs to the room that Donna let him call his own before they began sharing a room.

Donna rose to her feet, striding after the man, and turned the corner just in time to see the door to the room close and the sound of it locking. The Head of House Beneviento started knocking on the door, begging [Y/N] to let her in so that they could talk about it but the man didn't open the door, only telling her that they would talk in the morning.

Donna began sobbing as her forehead rested on the hardwood of the door, she was so consumed in her sadness that she didn't hear Angie walk up behind her.

"Why are you crying over that freak, Mother? He's not worth your tears." Angie scoffed but that scummy behavior went down her throat as Donna turned her face to glare at the doll.

"Don't you dare call him that - He's not a freak...You never call someone that - not when you know how it affected us all the time ago." Donna removed herself from the door. "I've never been so disappointed in you, Angie. After everything, he's done to get you to accept him and you treat him like that." Donna balled up her fist before she walked to her room and slammed the door, leaving the doll stunned in the hall.

[The Next Morning]

Angie floated down the stairs to meet her mother and the raven-man at the table for breakfast but once the table was in her sights, she noticed a few things out of place:

Her mother was at the breakfast table with a piece of paper in her hands and sobbing.

There was no breakfast on the table - there weren't even any dishes on the table.

There was no raven-man bring food out of the kitchen. Hell - there was no raven-man at all.

Angie floated to her mother and stepped on the table.

"Mother? What's wrong? Did that Raven-Man do something to you?" Angie asked. Donna said nothing just sobbed harder and handed Angie the note; the doll read the note and her eyes would have gotten wider if they could.

"I return home. Please forget me, Donna. Angie, please take care of your mother and forgive me for overstaying my welcome."

- Raven-Freak.

'He... He actually left?' Angie asked herself as she read the note again. She looked at her mother's crying face - able to feel her sorrow through the bond they shared through the Cadou. Angie reached out to give the dollmaker and comforting touch but Donna moved away from the doll, glaring at her with tears rushing down her face before she stood and rose to her feet and ran upstairs to her room, locking herself inside.

"Mother?" the doll whimpered.

[3 Days Later]

It had been 72 Hours since [Y/N] left and things weren't the same: The house seemed quieter, Donna rarely spoke to Angie; she didn't even play with her or the other dolls. Even a good number of the dolls stopped talking to Angie or even playing with her - angry at her for making their 'Bird Dad' leave House Beneviento.

Angie couldn't understand it - it was just a raven-freak; how could it make almost everyone turn against her when she had been with them since Donna's Father built her.

"You don't get it, do you, Angie?" Asked a weak male voice, Angie turned around to see it was one of the male dolls dressed as a clown.

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything wrong." Angie pouted.

"But you did. Think about it - all the people that have ever come to House Beneviento ran away either out of fear of the dolls or Mother's Scar; all of them except for [Y/N]. He stayed with us, never judged us, and treated us with respect and love, just as he's done for Mother. He would read to us, fix our clothes, make us knew clothes, talk to us; as if we were real children because he thought we were, we are mother's children and since he loved her, he loved us and accepted us. Don't you see what you took away from mother? Away from all of us? We finally had a family - a happy family, but you had to destroy that because of what?" The male doll asked.

"I...I...I didn't..."Angie tried to defend herself.

"But you did. Name one person who really loved mother for her." The male doll said.

"Mother Miranda!" Angie was quick.

"When was the last time Mother Miranda came here to spend time with her adopted daughter? Never. All she wants is her blood daughter back." The male doll said.

"What about Alcina?" Angie asked.

"Never gave Mother the time of day, not even at the lord meetings; none of the lords have." countered the male doll.

Angie tried to say something but she knew her brother was telling the truth - no one has loved her mother as [Y/N] did, has been there for her mother as much as [Y/N] has, held her mother as much as [Y/N] has.

'What have I done?' Angie's heart shivered as she floated out of the doll room, down the stairs and out the front door, through the estate gate, and down the path into the Misty Forest - where the sun never shined its light.

"[Y/N]! WHERE ARE YOU?! [Y/N], PLEASE COME OUT! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!!!" Tears would be running down Angie's face if she had a human body, she came to a clearing surrounded by trees as she fell to her knees, sobbing at the fact she's destroyed her mother and siblings' happiness by being jealous and afraid that [Y/N] would take her mother away from her and she would be along. The doll quietly sobbed to herself when she heard growling all around her - she lifted her head to see she was surrounded by wolves, at least 8 of them...and they looked hungry.

Angie began to shiver in fear - without the pollen or things to control, she wasn't able to defend herself. She closed her eyes waiting for the end until she feels something shielding her from the wolves, as well as hearing the wolves whimper in fear. She looked and gasped when she saw familiar wings circled around her in a protective way.

A familiar scarred hand picked her up and she was lifted into the air as she began floating back in the direction of House Beneviento.

Upon returning - the figure holding her placed her on the ground after descending; she turned to see [Y/N] looking down at her with concerned eyes.

"Angie, what were you thinking going into that part of the forest? You could have been hurt." [Y/N] said with worry laced in his voice. The doll jumped into his chest, making the raven-winged man gasp and hug the doll so she wouldn't fall. "Angie, what's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for yelling at you! I was jealous! Scared that you would and mom would have a child and forget about me! I didn't want to be alone!" Angie cried into his chest.

"Angie..." She looked at him, "Donna would never leave you, plus I care for you and all the dolls as if you were my own kids. I just wanted you to accept me so that you would feel comfortable around me; I want to be good for your mom and you, along with your siblings." He explained.

"You...You aren't mad at me?" Angie asked with a shaking voice.

"Of course not!" [Y/N] hugged the doll tightly. "I love you, Angie."

Angie hugged the raven hybrid and sobbed her little heart out, completely unaware of her mother and siblings watching them.

After all that happened, [Y/N] moved back into House Beneviento and Donna returned to normal...except Angie was always riding on [Y/N]'s Shoulder and started calling him 'Papa', never waiting to be apart from him. Donna started wondering if [Y/N] was going replace her as Angie's Favorite Parent.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Unnamed Andy Barber Snippet

So here we are. I’m not ready to share this fic yet, but I’ve been busting ass on it getting chapters written. And honestly, I’m loving the build up in it, when I will be sharing it, I don’t know. Hoping by late spring, early summer. That’s the goal. But I thought I would just give a sample of what I have been working on between Attack Of The Winter Wolf and Wilford’s Demand’s. 

“Great! I'm starving.” Andy immediately exclaimed as he pushed from his desk, Stacy set the bags down and started unloading them while he came around the desk. Seeming to gauge you, he stepped in closer, tilting your chin up a bit to meet his gaze. 

“How are you ?” He questioned you and you immediately responded. Knowing that he would want nothing but the honest truth. 

“Nervous, but glad I'm here.” 

You could see his demeanor warm, a smile gracing his face that made your heart leap happily. “I'm glad you are here too.” Waving his hand towards a comfortable looking seat near his desk, you settled in. 

“Alright, I got a bit of everything, so just grab whatever you want.” Stacy announced while she picked up what looked like a portion of an italian, not even waiting for Andy to pick his own first. You couldn't imagine being so brave, but Andy nodded at you to go ahead and you picked at what looked to be a turkey. Then he grabbed another portion of the one you took. “Oh Y/N, you need to try these chips. Fresh made!” She opened up a paper bag that looked like it was splotched with a bit of grease and inside were golden thin chips that were lightly salted. You plucked at one, the crunch defending to your ears but the taste. 

It was salty goodness. 

Again conversation picked up, mostly between Andy and Stacy. Andy tried to keep it from getting too personal with you, and thankfully Stacy picked up on that. Instead they talked a bit about the predicted workload for the coming week, as well as Stacy talking about a get away that coming weekend she was doing with Jake, a small bed and breakfast on the coast. 

Andy noticed you perk a bit listening to Stacy's description, which Andy kept his smile to himself. Indeed you were a romantic at heart cause you actually sounded wistful when you responded, without any prompting for an answer. “That sounds amazing.” 

“It will be, Jake made the reservations on my birthday last month… which is actually why I'm hoping Andy will give me Monday off? Seeing how Jake told me this morning that the place called him with an extra day option for that room.” She put on her very best please face, which Andy flickered his glance from you looking all dreamy to his secretary and closest friend trying to play like she was actually asking. 

Truthfully it was more like she was telling Andy she wouldn't be in Monday. Which was perfectly fine with him. But he made a show wiping his hands on his napkin and across his lips, looking almost doubtful. 

“Well… we do have-”

“I don't care Andrew, I'm not going to be here.” Stacy was quick to say and you gasped at her, Andy barked out a laugh instead. 

“What I was going to say is we do have a light load, take off Tuesday to if Jake can spare the extra day.” He crumpled his napkin and went to toss it in the wastebasket. His phone rang then and he answered it, his brow coming together for a moment. “Excuse me ladies, be right back.” He said after hanging up. Stacy stretched herself as well. 

“I'm gonna use the restroom, wanna come?” She asked you and you shook your head. “Okay, be right back.” She excused herself, leaving you alone in the office. While it was empty, you decided to clean off Andys desk of the lunch wrappers. 

You just happened to be leaning over a desk when a deep voice sounded from behind you. “Stacy, do you know when Andy-” You straightened and spun to see a tall, broad shouldered man enter the office. His hair was slick back and his timbre of voice was deep, which matched his looks exactly. His eyes narrowed in surprise that you were in fact not Stacy, but someone completely new to him. His eyes unashamed seemed to roam you while you drew yourself against Andy’s desk, the wrappers in your hand shaking a bit as you felt the air rush from your lungs. 

Oh god, you knew him. 

Your eyes shot wide open, as did his while he let the door snap shut behind him. Both of you staring at one another in surprise, be he recovered quickly. “What are you even doing here?” He didn't call you by your name, when the Judge owned you, no one was given your name because it didn't matter, you were for there use and nothing more. You backed against the desk till your thighs hit it and you perched on the end. He advanced forward, aggressive in his strides as if he was angry at just being in your presence. “Answer me! I know you didn't just walk out of Judge Owens estate.” 

“S-ssorry. I'm here with Mas-Sir- Andy. I'm Andy’s now.” Your gaze dropped to the floor, reverting back to your training. Your hands holding the garbage trembled with fear when you felt his strong touch yank your head up to look at him, the color was rising in his cheeks at your words, his eyes disbelieving. 

“You now belong to Andy Barber? I will be fucking damned. I never knew the man had the streak.” His jaw clenched as if he was biting onto this new information, like a dog getting a piece of rawhide to chew on, seeking to shred it. His eyes seemed to look you up and down, snorting through his nose in disbelief. “He does dress you up nice though, doesn't he? Trying to keep his dirty secret quiet.” 

“He’s not-” 

“Don't you fucking tell me what he is. If he owns you, I know exactly what he is.” Neal snapped, his hand popping against your cheek gently in a reprimand, your mouth shut once more from defending yourself. “Question is, does he even know what he has in you? The things you have and will do?” 

You felt tears well up in your eyes, because you knew the things Neal was talking about. Shame burned its way up, and he barked a laugh seeing your distress. “Oh this just gets better and better. He doesn't even know about your training. Wonder how much he paid for you?” His breath was hot as he loomed closer to you, you wanted to pull away, but instinct took over. You knew any movement away would reward you with another slap to the cheek or worst. 

There was always worst. 

Stacy snapped the door open just then, catching sight of you backed against the desk and Neal hovering over you. “Is there something I can do for you Logiudice?” She snapped and he straightened, a cool smile on his face. 

“Just tell Andy I stopped by, would you? Bastard is slippery, never know when he will be around.” He moved away from you, and you slid now away from the desk to its side, putting more space between you two. He paused at the doorway. “It was nice meeting you Sweetheart, hope we run into one another again real soon.” With that he left. Stacy scoffed as she snapped the door shut. 

“He is so annoying, I’m damn glad I didn't become his secretary.” she turned away from the door towards you and saw you standing stock still, staring at the floor without moving. “Hey, you okay? He didn't do anything did he?” She approached you and went to reach out and take your hand, but you pulled away, going to toss the remaining wrappers in your hand. 

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nancy drew name meanings

so this is the work i’ve been doing over the past couple days, I want to give you guys a heads up that list will contain spoilers for some of the characters/games so please be aware of all of that. if this garners interest, i’ll do maybe the penvellyn family tree (that thing could not fit in here) or last name origins!

Main Cast

Nancy Drew: Grace (Hebrew)

Bess Marvin: god of plenty (English)

Georgia “George” Fayne: farmer (English)

Edward “Ned” Nickerson: wealth, fortune, prosperous OR guardian, protector (English)

Joe Hardy: god will increase (English)

Frank “Franklin” Hardy: free landowner (English)

SCK/SCKR

Jacob “Jake” Rogers: supplanter (Hebrew)

Daryl Gray: open, from Airelle (English, French)

Connie Watson: strong willed, wise (Irish)

Hal Tanaka: army ruler (English)

Hector “Hulk” Sanchez: holding fast (Greek)

Mitch Dillon: Who is like God, gift from god (Hebrew)

Detective “Steve” Beech: crown, garland (Greek)

STFD

Mattie Jensen: lady, mistress of the house, might in battle (Aramaic or German)

Richard “Rick” Arlen: brave ruler (English)

Dwayne Powers: swarthy (Irish, Gaelic)

Lillian Weiss: lily, a flower (English)

Millie Strathorn: industrious (German)

William Pappas: resolute protector, strong willed warrior (German)

Ralph Guardino: counsel wolf, famous wolf (Norse, English)

MHM

Rose Green: rose, a flower (English)

Abby Sideris: father’s joy (Hebrew)

Charlie Murphy: free man (Charlie)

Louis Chandler: fame, warrior, famous in battle (French)

Hannah Gruen: favor, grace (Hebrew)

Emily Foxworth: rival, wily, persuasive (Latin, Greek)

TRT

Professor Beatrice Hotchkiss: she who makes happy, bringer of joy, blessings (Italian, French, Latin)

Dexter Egan: right handed, fortunate, one who dyes (Latin)

Lisa Ostrum: God’s promise (English, Hebrew)

Jacques Brunais: supplanter (French)

FIN

Brady Armstrong: spirited, broad (Irish)

Joseph Hughes: he will add (Hebrew)

Nicholas Falcone: victory of the people (Greek)

Simone Mueller: god has heard (Hebrew)

Maya Nguyen: good mother (Greek)

Eustacia Andropov: fruitful, productive (Greek)

Sherman Trout: shearer of woolen garments (English)

SSH

Joanna Riggs: god is gracious (Greek/Hebrew)

Alejandro Del Rio: defender of mankind (Spanish)

Taylor Sinclair: tailor (French)

Henrik Van Der Hune: ruler of the home, lord of the house (Swedish, Danish)

Franklin Rose: free landowner (English)

Poppy “Penelope” Dada: weaver (Greek)

Prudence Rutherford: prudence, good judgement (Latin)

DOG

Red Knott: person with red hair (English)

Jeff Akers: pledge of peace (English)

Emily Griffin: rival, persuasive, wily (Latin, Greek)

Sally McDonald: princess (Hebrew)

Vivian Whitmore: lively (Latin)

Mickey Malone: who is like god (Hebrew)

Lucy: as of light (English, French)

Iggy: fiery (Latin)

Vitus: lively (Latin)

Xander: defender of man (Greek)

Yogi: one who performs yoga (Indian, Hindu)

CAR

Harlan Bishop: army land (English)

Ingrid Corey: beloved, beautiful (Norse, German)

Elliot Chen: with strength and right, bravely and truly, boldly and rightly (English, Breton)

Joy Trent: joy, happiness (Latin)

Paula Santos: small (Latin)

K.J Perris: Petros-> the rock (Greek)

Tink Obermeier: love (English)

DDI

Jenna Deblin: white shadow, white wave (English, Welsh)

Katie Firestone: pure (English, Greek)

Andy Jason: manlike, brave (Greek)

Holt Scotto: woods, forest (English)

Casey Porterfield: vigilant, watchful (Irish, Gaelic)

Dr. Irina Predoviciu: peace (Greek)

Hilda Swenson: battle (Norse)

SHA

Dave Gregory: beloved (English)

Tex Britten: from Texas (American)

Mary Yazzie: bitter, beloved, rebelliousness, wished for child, marine, drop of the sea (Aramaic, Hebrew via Latin and Greek)

Shorty Thurmond: a short person (American)

Bet Rawley: god is my oath (Hebrew)

Ed Rawley: wealthy spear, protector, guard, frend (English)

Sheriff Hernandez: son of Hernando (Spanish)

Dirk Valentine: famous ruler (German)

France Humber: free one (French, English)

Meryl Humber: shining sea (English)

CUR

Linda Penvellyn: beautiful, pretty, cute OR clean (Spanish/Portugeuse, Italian)

Mrs. Leticia Drake: joy, gladness (Latin)

Jane Penvellyn: god is gracious/merciful (English)

Nigel Mookerjee: champion (Irish, Gaelic)

Ethel Bossiny: noble (English)

Hugh Penvellyn: mind, spirit (English)

Mrs. Petrov: petros-> rock (Greek to Russian)

CLK

Emily Crandall: rival, wily, persuasive (Latin, Greek)

Jane Willoughby: god is gracious/merciful (English)

Richard Topham: strong in rule (English, French, German, Czech)

Jim Archer: supplanter (English)

Carson Drew: son of marsh dwellers (Scandinavian)

Gloria Crandall: glory, fame, renown, praise, honor (Latin)

Marion Aborn: star of the sea (French)

Mrs Farthingham: a house supplying food (Scottish)

Josiah Crowley: god has healed (Hebrew)

TRN

Lori Girard: bay laurel (English)

Tino Balducci: little, junior (Italian)

Charleena Purcell: free man (German)

John Gray: graced by god (Hebrew)

Jake Hurley: supplanter (Hebrew)

Camille Hurley: helper to the priest (French)

Fatima: captivating, shining one (Arabic)

DAN

Minette: star of the sea, love, will helmet, protection (French)

Heather McKay: evergreen flowering plant (Middle English)

Jing Jing Ling: perfect essence (Chinese)

Dieter von Schwesterkrank: army of the people (German)

Jean-Michel Traquenard: god remits (Hebrew)

Lynn Manrique: pond, lake, pool, waterfall (Welsh)

Hugo Butterly: mind (German)

Zu: knowledgeable and voracious reader (French)

Tammy Barnes (Minette): palm tree (Hebrew)

Noisette Tornade: hazelnut (French)

the n*zi will not be appearing on this list

CRE

Pua Mapu: flower (Hawaiian)

Big Island Mike Mapu: who is like god, gift from god (Hebrew)

Dr. Quigley Kim: descendant of Coigleach or maybe messy hair (Irish)

Dr. Malachi Craven: messenger of god (Hebrew)

ICE

Ollie Randall: olive tree (Latin)

Yanni Volkstaia: god is gracious (Greek)

Bill Kessler: resolute protection (English)

Lou Talbot: renowned warrior (French)

Guadalupe Comillo: river of the wolf (Spanish)

Chantal Moique: stone (French)

Elsa Sibblehoth: pledged to god (German)

Freddie Randall: elf, magical counsel, peaceful ruler (English, German)

Isis: throne (Egyptian)

CRY

Henry Bolet Jr.: house ruler (French)

Dr. Gilbert Buford: bright pledge/promise (French)

Lamont Warrick: the mountain (French)

Renee Amande: reborn, born again (French)

Summer: season, half-year (German)

Bruno Bolet: brown (German)

Bernie: strong and brave bear (German, French)

Iggy: fiery (Latin)

VEN

Colin Baxter: whelp, cub, young creature (Irish, Scottish, Gaelic)

Margherita Faubourg: daisy (Italian)

Helena Berg: light/bright (Greek)

Enrico Tazza: homeowner, king (Italian)

Antonio Fango: priceless one (Spanish, Italian)

Sophia Leporace: wisdom (Greek)

HAU

Kyler Mallory: bowman, archer (Dutch)

Matt Simmons: gift of god (Hebrew)

Kit Foley: bearing Christ (Greek)

Donal Delany: world leader (Scottish)

Alan Payne: precious (German)

Fiona Malloy: white, fair (Gaelic)

RAN - Her Interactive refuses to acknowledge this game and so will I.

WAC

Corine Myers: maiden (American)

Danielle Hayes: god is my judge (Latin)

Mel Corbalis: council protector (English)

Megan Vargas: pearl (Greek)

Izzy Romero: god’s promise (Hebrew)

Leela Yadav: play OR night beauty (Sanskrit or Arabic)

Rachel Hubbard: ewe, one with purity (Hebrew)

Kim Hubbard: of the clearing of the royal fortress (Old English)

Rebecca Sawyer (Nancy): join, tie, snare (Hebrew)

Rita Hallowell: pearl (Spanish)

TOT

Scott Varnell: from Scotland, a Scotsman (old English)

Debbie Kircum: bee (Hebrew)

Tobias “Frosty” Harlow: god is good (Hebrew)

Chase Releford: to hunt (French)

SAW

Shimizu Yumi: reason/cause, beauty; abundant, beauty; evening, fruit; tenderness, beauty (Japanese)

Shimizu Miwako: child of beautiful harmony (Japanese)

Shimizu Kasumi: mist, clear, pure (Japanese)

Nagai Takae: filial piety, obedience and large river (Japanese)

Aihara Rentaro: dependant on kanji used (Japanese)

Savannah Woodham: treeless plain (Spanish)

CAP

Karl Weschler: free man, strong man, man, manly (German)

Anja Mittelmeier: grace (German, Russian)

Lukas Mittelmeier: man from Lucanus (German, Greek, Swedish)

Renate Stoller: Reborn (Latin)

Markus Boehm: dedicated to Mars (Latin)

ASH

Chief McGinnis: son of Angus (Irish)

Deirdre Shannon: broken hearted, sorrowful (Irish, Gaelic)

Brenda Carlton: sword (Norse)

Alexei Markovic: defender (Russian)

Antonia “Toni” Scallari: priceless, praiseworthy, beautiful (Roman)

TMB

Abdullah Bakhoum: servant of Allah (Arabic)

Lily Crewe: lily, a flower

Jamila El-Dine: beauty (Arabic)

Dylan Carter: son of the sea, son of the wave, born from the ocean (Welsh)

Jon Boyle: God is gracious, gift of Jehovah (Hebrew)

DED

Victor Lossett: winner, conqueror (Latin)

Ryan Kilpatrick: descendant of the king, little king (Irish, Gaelic)

Mason Quinto: one who works with stone (English)

Ellie York: shining light (Greek)

Gray Cortright: color, black mixed with white (English)

Niko Jovic: people of victory (Greek, English, Slavic)

GTH

Jessalyn Thornton: he sees (Hebrew)

Clara Thornton: clear, bright, famous (Latin)

Wade Thornton: to go, ford (Anglo-Saxon English)

Harper Thornton: harp, son of the harper (Scottish, Irish, English)

Colton Birchfield: swarthy person, coal town, settlement (Old English)

Charlotte Thornton: free man, petite (French)

Addison Hammond: son of Adam, son of Addi (Old English, Scottish)

SPY

Alec Fell: defender of the people (English)

Bridget Shaw: power, strength, virtue, vigor, noble or exalted one (Gaelic, Irish)

Ewan Macleod: born of the mountain (Scottish, Gaelic)

Moira Chisholm: destiny, share, fate (English)

Kate Drew: pure (English)

Samantha Quick: listens well, as told by god (Aramaic, Hebrew)

MED

Sonny Joon: son (English)

Patrick Dowsett: nobleman, patrician (Latin)

Leena Patel: young palm tree, tender, delicate (Qunaric Arabic)

Kiri Nind: skin, bark, rind (Māori)

Jin Seung: rise, ascent, victory, excel, inherit (Sino-Korean)

LIE

Xenia Doukas: foreigner, outlander, welcomed guest, hospitality (Greek)

Niobe Papadaki: fern (Greek)

Thanos Ganas: immortal (Greek)

Grigor Karakinos: vigilant (Greek)

Melina Rosi: honey, god’s gift (Greek)

SEA

Soren Bergursson: severe (Scandinavian) 

Dagny Silva: new day (Old Norse)

Elisabet Grimursdottir: pledged to god (Hebrew)

Magnus Kiljansson: great (Latin)

Gunnar Tonnisson: fighter, soldier, attacker, brave and bold warrior (Nordic)

Burt Eddleton: bright, glorious (Old English)

Alex Trang: man’s defender, warrior (Greek)

MID

Mei Parry: beautiful (Chinese)

Teegan Parry: special thing, little poet (Cornish, Gaelic)

Olivia Ravencraft: olive, olive tree (Latin)

Judge Danforth: hidden ford (Old English) [Last name]

Lauren Corey: laurel tree, sweet of honor, wisdom (English, french)

Alicia Cole: noble natured (Germanic)

Jason Danforth: healer (Greek)

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

School Girl Attitude Part 6

Master list

Warnings: Smut and Fluff. Sorry if thr Italian is wrong I used goggle. 

WC: 1393

Enjoy x

“Sonny stop pacing your making me nerves” You looked at Sonny from behind your desk in the bullpen.

“You’ll wear a hole in the floor the way you’re going Carisi” Rafael laughed, sitting on the corner of your desk.

Sonny’s laptop pinged with a new email, he moved his chair out and sat down. Fin and Amanda made their way to stand next to your desk waiting to hear the results.

“Ok” Sonny huffed “Y/N come here please”

You stood up off your chair and walked around to stand next to Sonny. He grabbed onto your hand and squeezed it, you could feel the sweat on his palm as you held his hand in both of yours. Sonny clicked on the link of the e-mail and scanned the pass list for his number.

“There it is” Sonny’s eyes were wide.

“Sonny babe you passed” a big smile came to you face.

“I- I- I passed” Sonny jumped up wrapping his arms around you, lifting you up off the floor spinning you around. He put you back down on the ground cupping your cheeks kissing you.

“Congratulations Carisi” everyone said. Sonny turned to shake Fin and Rafael’s hand and hugged Amanda.

“I’ am guessing you passed?” Liv walked out of her office “Well done Carisi, we should have drinks tonight to celebrate”

“Well” Rafael cleared his throat “It will be a double celebration” Rafael looked over at you with a big smile, you looking at him not quite sure what he was talking about.

“You’re looking at your new Bureau Chief” you gasped and rushed over to Rafael hugging him.

“Congratulations Rafi” Rafael kissed you on the cheek, shaking the rest of the squads hands.

“Carisi, an ADA position will be advertised soon you should think about applying”

“Trying to steal my squad Barba” Liv patted him on the back.

Once Sonny had passed the bar the months that followed where a whirl wind. Both your leases had expired. You both decided to make the move to move in together. Managing to find an apartment you both liked just two blocks from Rafael’s and a 5 minutes’ drive to the prescient and the DA’s office.

Sonny applied for the ADA’s position, Rafael putting in a good word for him and he got the job. Liv was sad to see him go but knew how much he wanted to make the move. You were even sadder, but coming home to him every night took the sting out of not being his partner anymore. Rafael was enjoying being Bureau Chief and he told you that his next step was to become a judge.

“Babe what time do you need to be at Rollins?” Sonny yelled from your shared kitchen as he was making you coffee.

“10, Jessie’s doctor’s appointment is at 11. Amanda said Billie had a bad night so hopefully she isn’t too fussy for me” you walked into the kitchen kissing him on the cheek.

“Billie would never be fussy for you, she loves her Aunty too much” You rolled your eyes.

“Sonny she is 2 months old- what are you doing today?”

“Barba and I are going to catch up for a coffee, I’ am nervous for Monday” Sonny wrapped his arms around your middle.

“You’ll do great babe. Tell Rafi I said hi. I better go” You kissed Sonny and walked out of the apartment.

----

“Carisi, Rollins” Rafael walked up to Sonny and Amanda shaking their hands “Hey Jessie” Rafael looked down at Jessie’s pram with a smile. “What are we doing here?” Rafael nodded towards the jewellers shop “Where’s Y/N?”

“She is looking about Billie for me. She thinks Jessie has a check-up today” Amanda smiled at him.

“OK” Rafael looked at Sonny for the rest of the answer.

“Barba- Your Y/N’s best friend and you mean so much to her-“

“Spit it out Carisi” Rafael cut him off with a smile.

“I want to marry her, and I would like your blessing”

Rafael looked at Amanda and then back at Sonny.

“Of course you have my blessing Carisi”

“Ok good” Sonny let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding “Our appointment starts in 5 minutes”

“What appointment?” Rafael looked at him confused

“You and Rollins are going to help be design her engagement ring”

****

“Babe what are you doing here?” Sonny looked up from his paper work and crumpled pieces of paper all over the table of the empty court room that you had just walked through the doors of.

“I needed a break and I missed you- This case” you walked over to him handing him a coffee and kissing him hello. “What a case to come in on your first week” you rolled your eyes.

“You’re telling me- I have written my opening four times” Sonny lent back in his chair and patted his lap for you to sit “I missed you too” You took his invitation and sat across his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck.

“I hope that the case is over by next week so we can enjoy our anniversary” You kissed him on the cheek.

“If not well have to reschedule, but I hope it is” Sonny reached up too kiss you.

The kiss started out soft and soon become heated and needy. You pulled away from Sonny standing up off his lap, then sitting back down to straddle him. Your lips meeting his again for a kiss that was now more intense. Sonny rested his hands on your ass over your pants and yours where either side on his neck. Sonny pulled away which surprised you, you could feel him hardening,

“We can’t- not here, if we get caught, it’s my first week” Sonny looked into your eyes.

You nodded as a smirk came to your face. You got up off Sonny’s lap, pushed his legs apart and moved to stand between them, dropping to your knees.

“Wh-What are you doing Y/N”

“If anyone comes in just act like you’re writing” you winked at him.

You reached up and rubbed him through is slacks. Sonny grabbed the edge of the table. You undone his belt and zipper pulling out is hard cock from his boxers wrapping your hand around it giving it a few pumps, spreading his pre-cum all over his length and your palm,

“Mettimi in bocca per favour Babe” (put me in your mouth please)

You lent down and took Sonny into your mouth, relaxing your throat to take him all the way. Sonny groaned at the sensation, his knuckles white from grabbing onto the table to hard, and his head falling forward his jaw going slack. You started to bob up and down coming right up to his top, licking around it then taking back into your mouth. After a few more sucks, Sonny threaded a hand into your hair, bucking up into your mouth. Your eyes watering,

“Y/N” Sonny groaned as he bucked one more time into your mouth, his salty release running down the back of your throat.

****

“Why are you so nervous Carisi?”

“Seriously Barba” Sonny frowned at Rafael

“She isn’t going to say no is she. Let me see it again”

Sonny handed Rafael the navy velvet box opening it up seeing the shine of the beautiful diamond ring sitting inside that he helped design for you. Sonny tilted his head to get a better look at Rafael’s face,

“Barba- are you crying?”

“Don’t be so stupid Carisi. You better go, don’t keep her waiting- she looks beautiful. I’ll make sure everything is set up. Just make sure you text me when you’re on the way.”

That night after a beautiful dinner, Sonny led you up to the roof top garden of your building. You had to remind yourself to breathe when you walked through the door seeing candles and vase’s filled with your favour flowers positioned to make an aisle. Sonny walked to the end of it and got down on one knee and asked you to marry him. As soon as you said yes bubbles filled the air and your kiss was interrupted by claps, cheers and wolf whistles. You pulled away from Sonny’s kiss to see Rafael, Liv, Amanda, Fin, your parents and all of Sonny’s family.

“I can’t wait for you to be Mrs Carisi”

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[write-a-bad-romance]

Good in Red (Mozart x Isaac)

Pairing: Mozart x Isaac

Rating: T

Word Count: 3390

Prompt: Yandere, Gakuen AU

Ao3 Link: Here

Happy Halloween! I hope you're up for something a bit more experimental!

There was a downpour outside. That much Wolf could tell.

Lately, the white-haired youth found it laborious to roll off the bed and step outside. Not like there was anything to do in the living room.

The constant pangs in his head made it worse. Thank God the room he was kept in was just right across the bathroom. It was one of the few acts of mercy he was given in this otherwise appalling situation.

There was a water dispenser installed by the desk, with fresh mugs replaced daily. Lunch was... unusual,  to say the least. Every day, there'd be a lovingly crafted bento box packed with snacks (and sometimes a carton of milk) left on the desk with a post-it note attached,

The cutely worded messages betrayed the sinister implications of Wolf's predicament. They were better suited for husbands leaving for the office or a child about to spend lunchtime for the first time in middle or high school.

It didn't fit the perpetually frowning boy, whose scent still lingered on the pillow next to his.

Wolf first saw him at the end of a recital, cherry blossom orbs full of wonder as the young conductor eye's swept over his roaring audience.

He was a friend of Leonardo, one of his violinists and a second grade. He was the president of the science club, and he confirmed Wolf's newest fanboy to be one of his members.

"A bit shy, that kid. But definitely full of potential." The Italian spoke between drags of sweet-scented cigarettes (like the chronic chain smoker he was, Wolf's nose curled in distaste) one afternoon. "He doesn't talk much, always standing by himself in the corner. But when he gets talking, boy. He's definitely going places someday, maybe even Todai*. Or MIT."

"Never seen him before, and I'm good at recognizing faces." Wolf's eyes scanned the cafeteria and spotted a female underclassman waving at him. He didn't return the gesture. "Is he a transfer student?"

"Try asking your best friend about him," Leonardo winked as he rose from his chair and gathered his tray. "His other best bud seems to be thick as thieves with the kid."

His name was Isaac, and he loved physics.

Wolf had no need to seek the freshman out himself. It was the school darling Napoleon who ambushed him after rehearsal one afternoon, a fidgeting redhead in tow.

Wolf had no patience for his type  — painfully shy and ready to burst with a single poke. Wolf figured Napoleon was used to secondhand embarrassment as the bumbling schoolboy tripped on his own introduction.  

I'm Isaac, and I love physics.  The exact same words.

"N-nice to meet you." he blushed. "I've been coming to your recitals, you see. And I'm-"

Wolf zoned out on the remaining words as he expertly masked his growing disinterest. At least the boy seemed sincere.

The boy brought a sizable bouquet full of gladiolus and lily-of-the-valley. His face must have been burning behind the flowers as he presented them to Wolf.

"H-here." He thrust the bouquet in Wolf's face. "I hope this isn't too much."

He'd been given roses, chocolate, and even stuffed animals from secret admirers, boys and girls alike. But the straightforwardness with which Isaac gifted him the colorful array was novel.

"Danke Schoen." Their fingers touched as Wolf received the offering. Isaac was trembling. "You didn't need to go this far."

"But I- I wanted to!" The boy exclaimed with passion. Wolf was so astonished that he had no time to fight the red blooming across his cheeks.

Visiting the music room outside club hours had been Wolf's habit since his first year. It gave him time to practice and space to breathe new ideas into his compositions.

Before, there was nobody but him and the lustrous grand piano. Isaac became a new addition to his routine, unwelcome.

But only at first.

"Ah, Wolf-senpai. You're still here. Again," He would barge in at the end of every song, after unsuccessfully concealing himself near the door. "You don't ...tire, do you? It's after hours, and you're still fiddling with the piano."

It's the uneasiness in his voice that made the exchange endearing.

"And Leonardo should be looking for you by now." He smirked. "Don't you have science club?"

"Oh, there was nothing much, just a meeting and... stuff. I suppose you don't mind me intruding on your...uh, practice."

Wolf wanted to say he did mind. The line suited someone with a little more dash and charm, like Napoleon, better. The way Isaac stuttered and stumbled on his own words was amusing if only a bit awkward.

Few people could withstand Wolf's aloofness, and most would cower away after the slightest click of a tongue. There was a reason why he was dubbed the 'Ice Prince' by the school population.

The gratuitously assigned title always gave him and Jean (the other Cold Beauty of the School) a good laugh during lunch breaks. Except for the select few, no other person in the entire student body dared to disturb their exclusive, distant bubble of companionship.

Isaac was either admiringly bold or dangerously foolish for inviting himself into Wolf's presence. The music prodigy thought the effort was worth applauding.

Not that it was failing.

"I've got still got some sandwiches here. If you'd like, we can- "

" Sure, I've got some time to spare."  Wolf smiled as he gathered his sheets. Isaac looked like he could drop dead on the spot.

"I didn't know you had this much interest in music,"  Wolf commented one breezy afternoon as they shared earphones on the school's rooftop. Without too much deliberation, he decided to let Isaac listen to his demos.

The boy was surprisingly candid with his critiques on Wolf's compositions, despite being a fanboy (which he refused to admit).

"I grew up on classical music," The boy replied. "Nan always said it contributed to my IQ or something."

Wolf held back a snicker. It was very much Isaac to drop hints of his own superiority, even behind a self-deprecating tone.

"I'm glad you did. Jean doesn't really listen to them. He's hopeless when I ask him for opinions."

Isaac dropped his fork onto the plastic food box with a loud clack.

"You talk to him too?" Wolf imagined Isaac drooping like a puppy. "Of course. He's your best friend."

Wolf only thought it was cute at the time.

"You're living by yourself?"

Isaac nodded as they walked side by side, cherry blossom trees in full bloom along the road. It was the start of a new school year, and Wolf had accepted Isaac's invitation to walk home together that day.

"You should try making unforgettable memories before you graduate." Jean urged him after hearing his best friend's recent development with his new best friend.  "It's not often you get the chance to score with your favorite underclassman."

"Sure. Good luck scoring with Napoleon, yourself."

Wolf barely took notice of his surroundings as he was led to a massive apartment building. Even he knew no student would be able to rent their 1DK* units on part-time wage and parental subsidy.

"You're not the only one with fat wads of dosh." Isaac playfully smirked as he opened the door to his apartment.

Wolf could feel his heart thumping against his chest as he took his first step into the threshold.

There was no window to the outside world besides the TV. His iPhone was stashed away somewhere in this godforsaken apartment, most likely dismantled beyond repair.

Wolf curled on the too-small couch as the sound of rain muffled whatever trite noises the TV made. These days, there was nothing to watch but variety shows and drama.

He had no stomach for anime. His jailer, however, would drag him out to eat dinner while watching his favorite series.

He'd laugh and talk to him as if this was normal. Wolf supposed it was, for the aberrant. Had he been a girl, the freak would somehow bring get his hands on a marriage registration form and force him to sign it.

Alright, that was harsh. But judging from Wolf's current circumstances, maybe his prejudice towards the other boy wasn't entirely unjustified.

He fell for his kindness, and his hormonal, teenage self drove sealed his fate. What he thought was a mutual exchange between two touch-starved boys turned into a one-way transaction with no way out.

Wolf laid down on his back. The shadows playing across the ceiling gave him a sense of deja vu.

He could still feel the weight of a warm body on his own and the scent of strawberries clinging to his black sweater. His eyes and head were full of nothing but Isaac, Isaac, Isaa-

If that afternoon felt like a dream, then this must be a nightmare. The next time he opened his eyes, he would be back in his own bedroom, Nannerl's voice waking him from outside the door.

"Where on earth did you manage to get that? You don't have a sister."

"Be still, "Isaac admonished, leaning so close that he was partially sitting on Wolf's lap. "You don't want me to smear this all over your face."

You're not answering my question.  Wolf wanted to know why Isaac was able to produce a glossy lip tint from his bedroom. He'd seen girls at his school carrying that particular brand and type. It became en vogue several months ago, and he still remembered his sister saying it was a best-seller.

Why a schoolboy with no girlfriend kept one in his bedroom, he didn't know. If this were somebody else, Wolf wouldn't pry. But this was Isaac.

He needed to know more about him. Peel away his layers and uncover the many different faces no one else would ever see.

Wolf put up mock resistance as the pointed applicator (apple-scented. Curious.) drew closer to his lips. Knowing that struggling would only lead him into having one of his eyes poked, the taller boy decided to lay down and let Isaac finish the job.

He gently swept the tint over Wolf's lips back and forth until he was satisfied. He reared back to look at his handiwork adoringly.

"Ah, as I thought, you look perfect in red." Isaac was quick to don back his signature frown. Only this time, there was a furious blush spreading across his cheeks.

Wolf said nothing as he pulled Isaac's tie until dry lips crashed on his lacquered own. The younger boy was just as eager as he was, an inquisitive tongue slipping into Wolf's welcoming mouth.

"I haven't seen you as often lately." Isaac caught him one day in the shoe changing area. "Been going somewhere?"

Wolf smoothly fought his desire to brush back Isaac's bangs from his forehead. "I'm now a third-year, and I'm attending the university prep class. I need to devote my time to studying."

"Is that why you're hanging with Leonardo-senpai all the time in the library?"

"What do you think? Of course," Wolf rushed towards the exit. He had no time for Isaac's nagging. "My parents have high expectations of me, you know."

"But what about your music?"

Wolf stopped in his tracks and turned toward the panting boy. "What about it?"

"I thought you got a recommendation from a music school somewhere. Why do you need to spend all your time studying?" the redhead yelled, his outburst a rare display of candid emotion.

What's with this naivety you're suddenly showing me?  "My portfolio alone won't be enough to get me into a good school. I also need good grades to help me pass. I thought that's obvious, especially to you."

No high-achieving student like Isaac would suddenly fret over having to achieve higher grades to get to a reputable university.

I thought you wanted to get into astrophysics yourself? Does it not require outstanding grades?

"Isaac, what-"

"Then, does that mean you'll stop going to the music room and play like you used to?" Isaac strode to catch up with Wolf. "Does that mean I can't come and see you anymore?"

Wolf reached out and grabbed Isaac's sides, unaware of the attention they drew from bystanders.  "If that's what you're worried about," he sighed. "We can go on weekends when I'm able. How does that sound?"

He didn't like the slight trembling of Isaac's lips. Here, he couldn't kiss it away. Not if it meant risking becoming the topic of gossip among students for many months to come

Wolf's phone vibrated for the fifth time over the last twenty minutes.

"Are you not picking that up?" Jean pointed at the device, eliciting a groan from its owner.

"That's just Isaac. Ignore it." The white-haired youth snatched his phone and switched on silent mode. "He's just a lot clingier lately."

"Why don't you block him? I'm sure this is not the first time." Jean regarded him calmly, his eyes focused on the problem that they were in the middle of solving. "Doesn't it bother you too when you're studying alone?"

"That's a little too harsh, even for Isaac." Wolf threw the phone over his head, and it landed on the bed with a soft thud. "Besides, weren't you the one shoving me towards him?"

Jean tapped the butt of his pencil against his lips. "I didn't expect it would turn into anything like this."

"Like what?"

"That he'd turn out to be this... possessive." Jean selected his words carefully. "I'm surprised you even let him go this far."

Wolf sighed. His friend was right. Nobody had ever driven him up the wall quite like Isaac. "He's always been lonely," Wolf concluded, violet orbs focusing on the mechanical pencil he was twirling. "I can't just leave him alone, can I?"

"Even so," Jean murmured. "I can't bear to see you like this. I've seen you approached by admirers before, and you turned them down all down without trouble."

What's so different about him? was the real question he didn't ask.

"He's... entertaining, to be honest. Makes you want to take care of him." Wolf explained, matter-of-factly. There wasn't a single tinge of red on his cheeks. "But, to be honest, his clinginess does irk me a bit."

Jean came over to ask help from Wolf for his math homework. He wasn't here to listen to him drawling about his (honestly hopeless) love life.

Wolf brought his attention back to the workbook they had abandoned. His brows were knitted in thought.

"You think it's a good idea to call it quits with Isaac?"

After a while, the rain finally quieted down, nearly lulling Wolf to sleep. Losing himself to slumber was the easiest, least painful way to deal with this hallucination-gone-horribly-real.  

There was light rain on the day he asked Isaac to talk in a cafe not too far from here. Wolf remembered it like it was only yesterday. There was the posh interior, girls from the nearby Catholic school giggling at them, the aftertaste of the cafe au lait he ordered. He could vividly picture the delicately plated apple pancake in front of Isaac, piping hot and enticing.

He would never forget phantom tears prickling in the corner of Isaac's rosy eyes.

Everything considered, he did what he'd always done: tell the other they needed to part ways, calmly explain the reason why, and set boundaries. "I won't be answering your calls or messages, and I won't be waiting around for you after school."

"I will no longer be visiting the music room. You won't find me there."

Unexpectedly, the boy only heaved a sigh and shook his head. No screaming or begging involved.

"I see. I had a feeling it would turn out this way." He continued to finish his dessert silently.

Perhaps it was out of genuine love (or even pity) that he brusquely offered to walk Isaac back to his apartment building one last time. Wolf didn't consider himself a poor judge of character, so it must be his heart winning over his head.

And what a blunder that was.

He nearly collapsed onto Isaac's side, barely listening to the boy fretting and calling to him in distress. "Senpai, what's the matter? You look pale. Let's get you inside so you can lie down."

The unwitting Wolf was led straight into his awaiting den.

Wolf awoke to the sound of the front door unlocking and a quiet I'm home,  followed by some shuffling and other sorts of ruckus the clumsy boy caused.

Footsteps approached the couch he laid on. His heart no longer throbbed like crazy by now whenever the other came near.

"I'm home, Wolf. Why didn't you answer?"

His boyish voice used to be the reason why he was drawn to Isaac. But now, it only made his skin crawl. Wolf seethed and averted his eyes as far away as possible from his 'guardian', wishing he could regurgitate his lunch all over the plush carpet.

"Are you still sulking? Don't be. It doesn't become that lovely face of yours."

If you weren't drugging me daily, I would have strangled you.

"Were you lonely without me? It can get pretty dull as dishwater 'round here." Wolf tried to distract himself from the hands, grabbing him and propping himself up. " 'suppose it's about time I get you a keyboard to play. It'll be like the old days."

I wish I never let you inside the music room that day.

Cold fingers combed through unruly silver locks. "This is all 'Leon's fault. Bummer. He insisted on waiting for Jean-senpai."

Isaac squeezed himself into space next to Wolf's rigid figure. The elder closed his eyes as an arm snaked its way around his waist. "Yeah, we couldn't exactly run under heavy rain."

Wolf's eyes were fixed on the screen. Would there ever be a chance of his face showing on breaking news, a shot of his parents crying over their missing son, or interviews with fellow students from his school?

Anything but the white noise the darned TV emitted. Or the unwanted hand now caressing his burning cheek.

Poor sod looked like he was missing you for real. Napoleon invited him to walk home with us because he 'couldn't bear to see him in distress." His voice dropped into a whisper. "But if you ask me."

"They're prolly trading making out in some dark alley because Jean-senpai can't stand being alone,"  Isaac mocked. Every syllable pouring out of his lips made Wolf's stomach churn. "I take back what I said about him missing you. He just wants dick in him, thinking it'll help him get better."

The plastic remote clattered on an uncovered part of the wooden floor. Wolf wanted to pry away his imprisoner's claws from his shoulder. Fingers that used to radiate heat all over his skin now left nothing but disgust in their wake.

"He likes to pretend he's all prim and proper when really, he's just an attention-seeking slag." The venom was so palpable and potent in his voice that it made Wolf overlook the fact that the bastard was muttering directly against the back of his neck. "I don't get why you kept putting up with him, that fraud."

Nobody else would ever be this genuine to you, Wolf-senpai.  So the boy mumbled to him every night before sleep.

All sheepish pretenses were thrown and cast aside as conveniently as changing clothes. Wolves were affectionate creatures, the young composer once read.

But they're still wolves.

"I don't know if you'd be fine with electric keyboards," Isaac sighed into his hair. "If I had more money, I'd buy you a real red piano  — the polished kind that looks like a toy. Ah, I used to see them all the time at a toy store when I was a kid."

Isaac's delirious rambling convinced Wolf that he wasn't the madman. That this was real and that there was no waking up from this long, bad dream —

Wolf violently shut his eyes as Isaac drew him closer, tighter. To Wolf's impaired senses, Isaac's words were losing to the sound of rain. There was a downpour outside.

" I found a picture of you from when you were in middle school. You were already stunning, sitting in front of your family's white piano." He went on. "It's always white, grey, light blue. Ever thought that you'd look perfectly good in red?"

Glossary:

*1 Todai: short for Tokyo Daigaku or Tokyo University. Basically Japan's most legendary university. *2 1DK: a Japanese term referring to an apartment unit with two rooms with a kitchen and dining space separated from other areas. The D stands for "Dining" and K stands for "Kitchen".

I originally planned this to be a shorter fic from Isaac's perspective, but I switched to Mozart's instead and got carried away.

[queerlilacroses]

Nothing to fear but fear itself (TW Blood, Murder, Biphobia)

Richie had always been afraid of werewolves,  ever since he was a little kid the thought of them sent shivers up his spine. He didn’t know if it was the sharp claws, the big teeth or the fact it could be anyone, watching waiting to turn him into his worst fear.                                                                                                                                                              It has also been theorised that werewolves are a metaphor for a specific sexuality, bisexuality, not many people believe that bisexuals exist, at least that’s what Richie hears when he attempts to come out.  

   “There’s no such thing dear, I mean you can be gay or straight I don’t mind I know you’ve always been an odd child but there’s no such thing as both”. He had lamented over that loss for a while, honestly he know lots of people wouldn’t understand but his own mother! That was his biggest disappointment.

So he ran out on her, hiding in the Clubhouse™ that his good friend Ben had built, waiting hours until his best friends Bill, and Bev came frantic down falling down the hole of the clubhouse, “why didn’t they use the stairs”, he wondered aloud forgetting that he had disappeared without letting anyone know and it had been all day since he had ran out on his mother.

“WHY DIDN’T I… I was looking for you you’ve been missing for 6 hours you dummy”

“I’ve been wounded Bev darling, I…wait SIX HOURS”

“Yea is s-something wrong”

Whilst his friends had accepted him all those years ago Richie was still paranoid about his bisexuality despite knowing he wasn’t gay or straight there was a nagging doubt in the back of his mind watching, waiting to creep up on hm like a horror movie jump scare that made him spill popcorn all over the floor like an idiot.

The problem with horror movies is they are real; Vampires, Zombies, Witches and of course Werewolves which are the worst of them all. The first time Richie had seen a werewolf had been in a stupid movie , a teen movie, “supposedly a romance” Bev had mentioned nonchalantly as they walked past it at the Aladdin and well it was, for the first 20 minutes or so then it turned out the lead had a secret…the movie plagued him for months after that day after day, night after night all he could see was the male lead chasing him waiting to turn him into a werewolf. He never knew what to do or where to go Richie was traumatized.

Eddie, had been a new confusing figure in his life, they had met at gig which Eddie had helped organized and hit it off but there was something about him Richie wasn’t so sure of. Was it the smell of wet dog despite Eddie claiming to be allergic? Was it the fact that he refused to wear the silver chain that Richie got him as a present? Was it his oddly hairy body? Or was it the fact that anytime  a full moon was around no matter what Eddie would make and excuse and disappear so nobody would see him for days. It confused and scared the hell outta him so he had to confront his ‘boyfriend’ he isn’t sure honestly they haven’t labelled what they are yet and Richie’s kinda nervous that’s because Eddie doesn’t wanna be with a bi man and whilst all these thoughts are in his head he’s overthinking again and he needs to talk to Eddie.

“Eds,”                                                                                              “Urgh what?”                                                                     “Are we like?”                                                                             “Like what Richie use your words”       “Are we boyfriends?”                                                           “no we’re Italian farmers who love growing tomatoes of course we’re boyfriends”                                                                                                               “Geez okay I’m just making sure”                                                                                                      

“Especially cause you’ve been acting so weird, I mean I hardly see you, anytime you stay it’s daytime and the two occasions that we’ve stayed together you’re like a magician here one minute and then disappeared the next like some cruel trick it’s not fair Ed’s, I wanted to move forward with this relationship but it’s so hard when I can’t, don’t, know? Do you understand what I mean?                                                                                                                                          

“Uh no? Why would that ever make sense babe” sighed Eddie although he understood Richie well and knew him inside and out he didn’t understand how his brain worked? His ADHD flickering from thing to thing topic to topic and although Eddie could sometimes be known to ramble he couldn’t keep up.

“Well I mean with you? Why are you avoiding me at night? What’s the big secret?” Richie teased.

“I’m a werewolf”

“WHAT”

“I’m one of those creatures you know the ones that come out on the full moon I turn into a wolf howl at the moon y’know all those stereotypes”

“WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME THAT! YOU KNOW ABOUT MY FEAR OF WEREWOLVES”

“I’M SORRY BUT YOU ASKED. THIS IS WHY I’VE BEEN AVOIDING YOU! I DIDN’T WANT YOU TO BE SCARED OF ME YOU ASSHOLE”

“I…what”

“Yea I remembered you saying that you were terrified of werewolves since you were 12 so I’ve been trying to avoid transforming and all the side effects around it whilst I’m around you so I guess that seems like I need to avoid you and I mean there’s the murder”

“MURDER”

“Well I mean it’s not exactly murder more people get in the way of me as a 7 foot tall wolf and unfortunately I think my instincts kick in? Although it could be deer,  but there’s been bodies found and I…”

“BODIES!!?! BODIES AS IN PLURAL !!?!”

“Richie can you stop yelling, it’s been a long night I’m tired and sore, honestly I just want to rest…”

“WAIT WHAT,  YOU WERE OUT LAST NIGHT? Like it was a full moon ? I’m sorry I have to go call Bev or something, I-I can’t.

“WHERE ARE YOU- it’s your never mind” Eddie sighed as his voiced tailed off his head in his hands. This hadn’t been the way he wanted Richie to find out, honestly they’ve only been together for a few weeks and as soon as they talked he found out about his fear of werewolves and was horrified, he knew it might potentially be a dealbreaker and although he didn’t want to lose Richie. He had known that at one point that he’d have to sit down and tell him the story of the doctor, decided that his mother, who was a maniac bringing him to the hospital every time he even touched the ground too hard convinced he’d broken or dislocated his ankle needed something to worry about properly and turned him into a werewolf whilst he was at one of his many stays when he was eleven. His mother had been far more protective when she had found out, it was as if she had been normal beforehand, complete and utter curfew (“back straight after school Eddie-bear don’t talk to anybody, you don’t want them to find out!”), bars on the windows and even restraints at night as she was too paranoid, which wasn’t fun, especially as every night he just kept breaking out of them which in turn scared his mother more and more.

Shakily Richie reached into his pocket for his phone that he’d grabbed in his     haste to leave the apartment building, as it rang the word murder went in his stomach over and over again. “Hello?” Oh good she answered he wouldn’t have known what to do with himself otherwise I mean…. “Helloooo??” Oh right yeah she’s still on this phone.

“I-I Eddie, and…”

“What’s wrong with Eddie, depth breaths calm down and try to try me what happened.

“He.. he.. he’s a monster, a werewolf a murderer I don’t know if I can do this” sobbing he knelt on the pavement holding the phone thinking about how he didn’t want to lose Eddie, the problem was that he loved the shorter man despite them only dating a couple of weeks and he knew about the dangers of dating a monster.

They had learned about it in school which only fuelled Richie’s fear further the teachers explaining about scientific experiments gone wrong and turning ordinary people into creatures that could climb into his slightly opened window in the dead of night and maim them or if they were dating whilst in transformations they would completely forget their partner, ending up harming them. Listening to this had made him scared to moved his bed and slept under his window to make sure nothing got in, freaking out anytime a bug crawled on him.

“A werewolf? Yea probably. A murderer? Probably not and an I mean a monster definitely not. Don’t you love him? Don’t you want the chance for him to prove you wrong, honestly you’ve been scared for far too long. All this time people have been putting ideas into your head about ‘this that and the next thing to do with monsters and no offence Richie but I’m sick of hearing about it, time to march back to your apartment and make your own decisions about Eddie.

“Yea, yea I guess you’re right, I should maybe go back? I.. okay Bev darling I’ll speak to you later”.

Sitting up he decided that it was time to get back, not realising it was getting darker and darker as a full moon approached.

Waiting for Richie made him terrified he was transforming in an hour and he had no idea what would happen. Would they break up?? If they did it would be so much worse, the adrenaline in this body taking over, making him more angry and upset and he knew his wolf side would harm anything that got in his way, which could include his caring but stupid and scared boyfriend. Hearing the door creak open his head perked up realising that Richie hadn’t let for that long and that probably meant bad news, knots grew in his stomach as he waited in anticipation for Richie to say something, anything whilst looking at the clock ticking on closer and closer to his time of transformation.

“I’m home babey! I wanna talk to you, my love” he said in a singsong voice. This wasn’t good, he honestly knew Richie’s speech patterns very well and he almost never called him babey unless there was a big problem or something was wrong.  

“Yea I’m in here what’s happening”

“I just wanted to say, I talked to Bev and she put things into perspective, I think I love you and I shouldn’t judge you based on what happened when you were younger and I should try to get over it, I wanna keep dating you so I think it’s a good idea to see you at least once.

“Wait wait you want to stay with me? HOLD UP YOU THINK YOU LOVE ME”

“Well yea, I guess? I know we’ve only been dating for a few weeks and technically I only found out a few days ago but I have really strong feelings for you and I think I love you”.

“ I … okay… really don’t know what to say I love yo…” but before Eddie could finish off his sentence something happened, it was supposed to be a strange scary thing but Richie didn’t feel scared all he felt was concerned H could see the pain manifesting on Eddie’s face as he twisted and turned and hair grew from his body turning him taller, more muscular and then into a wolf.

Werewolves, although potentially not less dangerous were smaller than the stories, and Eddie didn’t seem to want to attack him honestly? Richie was very confused and conflicted between everything he had ever heard and feared vs the man who was his boyfriend who had just turned into what looked like a slightly taller dog still vigilant just sitting there. Well until it started talking, but you never hear about things like that when people are attempting to scare you.

“Well aren’t you going to say something? You’ve been looking at me in a daze for the last five minutes like I get the idea of you being scared like yea but can you please snap out of your like -why are you- dude why are you laughing?” Forgetting he was a wolf he attempted to walk over to Richie and ended up falling over four paws”.

Doubled over in laughter Richie realising his boyfriend was an idiot as a wolf decided that there something they needed to talk about “Eddieeeeeee we need to talk soooo I also have a secret”.

“Okay, and it is?

“I’m boisexual, well actually I’m bisexual but we both know I couldn’t come out without a pun”

“And an awful one at that I mean, what does that even mean rich? But honestly I know you told me about the time you dated Bev before she started dating Ben so I just assumed, why is that like a problem?”

“Oh…I- forgot about I just -I assumed like most gay guys you wouldn’t be down to date a bisexual guy I mean most of my life I’ve been told I don’t exist and-“

“Wait who told you this, how many people told you this? You know they’re wrong right I mean you’re bisexual”,

“thanks I means it was mainly my mum and a couple of ex-boyfriends, some teachers and stuff you know”

“Do you want to get your own back?”.

Richie looked at the small wolf in surprise thinking about how he could play pranks and stuff or what they could do in order to get his own back but Eddie had something else in mind.

“Do you want to come with me to kill them”

 Maggie Tozier, was baking in the kitchen humming a light tune whilst taking a pie out of the oven, she hadn’t spoken to her son since he turned sixteen and came out as bisexual for the third time to her disbelief that it wasn’t a phase and after she decided not to accept him they both just stopped talking to each other and then a year later he up and left.

As Richie made his way to his childhood home with his boyfriend in tow he looked at his mom and realised there was no turning back, it was now or never, he could talk to his mom get clarification? If it all went wrong Eddie would be there to make sure he’s okay. Walking in announced he saw he face drop and her mouth open, unfortunately it didn’t seem to be in a nice way. “What are you doing here” her voice laced with disappointment at seeing her thirty-odd year old son standing in front her for the first time in years waiting for her approval or acceptance at last, but that would never come. “Do you still think you can live in cloud cuckoo land and date both boys and girls, I hate to tell you baby but people are going to take advantage of you, I don’t see a ring if you’d just stop all this nonsense I could-“

Before anyone knew what was happening Eddie had lunged at Maggie and grabbed at her arm to bite her, Richie frozen in shock and horror couldn’t do anything except gape at the site as he could see she was losing more and more blood out of her arm, thinking realising he didn’t have many options his adrenaline kicked in, he pondered back to all the times he’d been told he was invisible, bisexuality didn’t exist or he was a monster for trying to invade both communities and he snapped. Grabbing a butcher’s knife from the kitchen he could see his mother attempting to back away muffled screaming, and stabbed her stomach, hearing the organs squishing made his feel better so he did it again and again until he was cover in a pool of blood, surrounded by his mother whilst he was sobbing, Eddie in a corner waiting on him.

“I just murdered my mother”

“Well yea, I just thought you’d hurt her a little honestly but that was a full on murder, but I think she had it coming? Do you want to get cleaned up?”

“Mhmm, that’d be nice, but the problem is I liked it, I enjoyed stabbing her, is that weird?

“Weeelll that depends on who you ask, me, I’m fine with it I mean I enjoy maiming people as a wolf but to normal person I guess?? Hey do you wanna murder people when I’m in my wolf form”.

“You mean people who deserve it right? Not just random people on the street because I don’t know if I enjoy it that much”.

“Yep yea sure of course I won’t pressure you it’s only been your first murder  after all”.

That next night was the final full moon for the month and Richie was trying to think who he would want to murder next, one of his teachers who made him terrified of werewolves, one of the executives who said he’d never get a job in comedy (look at him now!) or one of his biphobic ex-boyfriends who made him feel so disgusting and pathetic that he decided not to date for six years and when he at last did date ‘forgot’ to disclose his sexuality every date he went on.

Tracing down his ex-boyfriend wasn’t as difficult as it seemed just follow the scent of disappointment and go to the nearest seedy gay bar. Julian, who was happily walking towards his car according to the police report, was ribbed in the heart with a duller kitchen knife as if to mimic a broken heart. One arm was ripped off and had teeth marks in it as if it was created by both man and dog.

Waking up next to Eddie, was one of the nice things about existing having had one of the weirdest dreams of his life, although as the blood dripped from the mattress that he couldn’t see he did know one thing though.

He wasn’t frightened of werewolves anymore.

[hotpotrandomfics]

Future AU: A Promise Never Broken (Prequel)

Summary: Jason has been asked to work undercover undermine the operations of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. During this time he meets someone he hadn’t seen since his final days at Hogwarts.

Word Count: 3,190

Jason wondered the streets of London alone. The sky was clouded, and rain fell on the once vibrant city. For the past two years, the Dark Lord had returned along with someone close to a certain Pureblood.

"Dumbledore contact should be here," Jason said as he adjusted his coat. "Someone I know he said."

"So, I see you found this place no problem?" said a deep voice man. He stepped forward from the shadows of a nearby alley. "Fratellino?" The man smelled of mountain air and red wine. He stood two inches taller than Jason. Skin lighter than him, not that same copper Jason carried as well as him. Auburn hair with streaks of brown with a matching five o'clock shadow and green eyes that reflected the water of the Mediterranean.

"Fratello maggiore," Jason turned to face the man. "N-no way. It can't. Jacob? You are-" just then Jason was knocked out from behind. He fell but was caught by Jacob. The scent of his brother was all too familiar to him had eased his mind. "B-brother..."

"Sorry little brother," Jacob held Jason as his brother lost consciousness.  "What the hell is your problem Greyback? This is my brother!"

"Let's just say your brother caused me a lot of trouble during his time at Hogwarts," Greyback smirked in satisfaction at subduing his throne. "Care now, and I might get a little aggressive again."

"Overstep your bounds, and I'll kill you," Jacobs held a stone face. "Let's go before we get caught." With that, the two men and the numb young man disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke and flew through the night sky.

"Jason..." "Meri?"

"Jason..."

"Meri!"

"Jason!"

"Aaaaaaaaah!" Jason screamed as he snapped out of his sleep. He had been laying in a bed. Where was he and how did he get here? He felt his adrenaline rushing as he tried to find his wand in a panic.

"Jason, it's me. Calm down Little Wolf," Jacob placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "You're safe."

"Where am I? Who-" Jason stared in disbelief. "Jacob," he lunged forward into him. Jason had searched and searched for Jacob but to no avail. He started to tear up. "You're alive!"

"It's good to see you, Little Wolf," Jacob stroked the back of Jason's head. He was choked up as well; it had been nearly fourteen years since they've seen each other. His little brother wasn't so little anymore. He wondered what it was like without being around to see him grow. Jacob kept up to date through Dumbledore but could only get so much. "You must have had it rough, huh?"

"It has been," Jason pulled away, "I've been through a lot and not simply just searching for you."

"I can only imagine," Jacob sighed then smiled softly at Jason. "I bet you are wondering a lot of things as well since your mind doesn't rest much."

"As always. Though I am happy to see you I need answers," Jason crossed his arms trying to make a serious face despite his joy his brother is alive. "So go on and explain."

Jacob ran his hand along his chin as began regaling Jason in all that he'd gone through. After being expelled from Hogwarts, Jacob had been traveling throughout Europe helping those in need while learning more about curses. He and Dumbledore kept in contact secretly while Jacob searched for leads on Voldemorts Death Eaters on his behalf. One such Arthur Queen had recruited Jacob to join the cause of the Dark Lord. Jacob has been gathering cursed objects and making them of use for the coming battles. But he has leaked the information to the Order of the Phoenix at critical moments as not to blow his cover. Something Jacob has done will remain with him as he had to make hard choices.

"It hasn't been easy Little Wolf," Jacob looked down in disappointment and felt the pain of his regrets hitting him worse than any curse. "I don't know if you can understand this pain and I understand if you hate me."

"I won't deny that I'm angry," Jason looked out the window of the room they were in. "I would have the right mine to hit you some would say. Mama. Papa. They would flip it worse than me, but I am happy your alive." He turned to look at his brother with the smile that brightens the room in the darkest times. "So, tell me why am I here?"

As if on cue, a man stepped through the door. He wore a suit in black with skin as pale as snow with eyes of amber.

"I am Arthur Queen, and your brother believes you will be of help to us," Arthur gestured to Jason with a creepie grin. "As an assassin."

"A what?!"

"Assassin. A murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons."

"I know what it means but why would I be an assassin?" Jason stood from the bed and looked at the man. "What reason will I need to do such things?"

"Simple, secure the world for the Dark Lord as you eliminate all who stand in his way. From what Greyback has told me you're a werewolf sired by him, and you are well known for your adaptability in difficult situations." Arthur raised his hand to hold his chin. "Remarkable if you ask me, but if you refuse, you will die. All you love will burn before your eyes. So this is not a question. It's an ultimatum."

"You filthy little-!"

"Jason!" Jacob called him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "This is for the best."

"Well?" Queen smirked and pointed his wand at Jacob. "I can start with him since you two have recently reunited. Crucio!"

Jacob then collapsed in agony scream as his muscle fibers contracted. His screams echoed through the manner they were in while Jason watched in horror while Arthur snickered at Jacobs's pain.

"Stop it! I'll do it! Just leave him alone!" Jason screamed at the man. "Very well," Arthur snickered. "You will be under Greyback and follow his every order and if you disobey you and your brother will die. Along with your line."

Jason helped up Jacob and held him close and nodded despite the look of resentment in his eyes. "You have. My allegiance."

A week later, Jason was back in London with the Greybacks group of Death Eaters searching the alleyways with them for their target. This would be his first test as a Death Eater and failure wasn't an option. He searched through the narrow alleys and following the sounds of panicked footsteps. Jason followed closely till he founded the mark trapped without any means of escape.

"No no no no no!" the man panicked as he turns only to see his killer-to-be behind him. "You are..."

"I'll give you one chance to fight back. I won't kill a man without giving him the chance to fight back," Jason drew his wand. "Prepare yourself."

"I won't go easy because you're a child," the man drew his wand and looked at him with fear.

"Not after today."

"Expelliarmus!"

Jason brushed the spell off like it was nothing as he cast his Expelliarmus in response.

"Ah!" the man winced as his wand flew out of his hand. "Please, don't do this. You don't understand."

"I do."

"You and your sick Death Eaters think the Dark Lord will win this war?" the man looked at Jason in disgust. "The Chosen One will triumph."

"By Merlin may it be so," Jason lifted his wand looking into the man's eyes. "Avada Kedvara!" He shouted as the green, and a blinding light filled the alley followed by the screams of the man. "Requiescat in pace," Jason muttered as he walked over and pulled a flower from his coat, placing it down next to the man.

"Impressive," said Greyback as he and his pack appeared behind Jason. "A tad bit grandiose with the flower but you have a style for this Aurelius De Leone." He walked over to Jason and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Now, let's be off before the Ministry appears."

Jason and Greybacks group apparated back to their hideout. A large condo was looking over the city of London. Waiting at the dinner table was Jacob and Arthur having a heated debate.

"You honestly think that plan will work?!" Jacob was slamming his fist into the table while cursing Arthur out in Italian.

"Well it would work-" he looked at Jason and smirked. "Welcome back. I trust the task went well? Judging by your expression I take it did."

"Well he did," Fenrir laughed slapping his back. "Toyed with his prey before the kill. It was a good show."

Fenrir explained to them the events of Jason's first successful hit. He was going on and on the look of terror on the man's face. The sensation of this made Jason walk off before Arthur called him.

"You better remember well boy, you are one of us now," Arthur smirked as he gestured for Jason to come over to him to which he followed.

"Guess so," Jason's stomach was flipping nonstop making him nauseous.

"Give me your arm," Arthur held his hand out.

Jason followed obediently giving him his left arm.

"Now to mark you," Arthur pulled Jason's sleeve up and placed his wand against it, branding Jason with the symbol of the Death Eaters. "Welcome youngblood. We have your next target but for now, go rest, and we'll call you. You have much work ahead boy."

Jason nodded and walked off to the room he was assigned. He removed his cloak and placed his wand on the nightstand and looked out his window as the rain clung to it.

"What have I-," he whimpered walking into his bathroom and stepping into his shower as his realization came slamming hard than any dragon tail could hit. "Dammit. Dammit! Dammit!" he muttered as he fell to his knees weeping in frustration. How could he take a life? The man could have had a family. A wife. Kids. Friends. The thoughts swam through his head as he sat in his shower, tucking his legs in and holding them close. Jason thought what would his friends think. What would Merula think?

"Jason?" Jacob knocked on the door. "Are you okay?"

Jason sat there lost in his thoughts. Oblivious to his surroundings.

"I left your dinner on the desk. If you need me, I'm a here little brother," that Jacob stepped out and walked out of Jason's room. He sat outside patiently waiting to hear anything from him. "Oh fratellino."

Jason stepped out of his shower and didn't bother to dry off. He tossed on his sleeping pants and sat on the edge of his bed looking out the window. If this was what he had to do to save the world then the world was better off not being safe. But, he had to this. If not him then who? If not now then when? He took hold of his necklace and looked at it remembering Merula. The one person who saw Jason and understood him. He was her muse and the one person he treasured deeply. He hoped she was safe and if he could at least keep tabs on her and his friends that would help ease him. Jason knew his friends wouldn't submit to Voldemort's rule and were to die. He wouldn't let that happened even if it cost him his life for all of them to be safe. For now, Jason needed to rest if he could get at all that is. He laid down closing his eyes and listened to the rain as his thoughts faded to silence. "Jason," said a familiar voice.

"Meri?"

"You are a monster!"

"No, I'm not! Meri, please let me explain!"

"How did I ever love you?" Merula said, turning her back to him and walking away.

"Meri, don't leave me!" he tried to reach for her only to see her dead at his feet. "No! Meri!"

"Monster. Murder. Killer." said the collected voices of all of his friends.

"No! I am not a murderer!" Jason shouted looking down at his hands seeing them drenched in blood. "No, I didn't-"

Just then a monsoon of blood came rushing toward Jason, covering him and not allowing him to break the surface till it through him of the edge of a cliff. He screamed as he fell into the mouth of a snake.

"You're my servant," said the voice of the Dark Lord.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Jason woke up drenched in sweat and shaking violently as thunder outside reflected his inner turmoil. "Meri," he whimpered till he started to cry again. "I didn't do it."

"Jason?!" Jacob barged into the room and looked at his little brother distraught. "Are you okay?" he walked over to his bedside sitting next to him. "Hey hey hey," he placed his hand on his shoulder, "I'm here."

"I-," he tried to find the words to explain. Jason felt like this only when he lived with his father. He was not able to find the words. "K-killed. I killed," he muttered as he stared down at his hands. "Jacob I-"

"Shhh, it's okay Jason," Jacob pulled his brother close and stroked his hair like their mother used to do when they were scared. "Who's Meri? You mumbled her name so many times through the night."

"She's l'amore della mia vita," he muttered.

"Oh? Does my little brother have a love? She pretty?" Jacob teased playfully.

"The most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Jason gave a small smile. "A blessing."

"Tell me about her," Jacob looked down at him.

Jason nodded and began talking about Merula. From their first years as enemies to becoming lovers later on. He mentioned the bullying he suffered which infuriated Jacob but was calmed when Jason explained it was her only know outlet for the sorrow and pain she held. Jason said their first big date after the school year of their fifth year. Merula and Jason were to meet to go to a muggle amusement park. The date was his idea as he wanted to make memories that would last a lifetime. So began their little date tradition of going to the amusement park at the end of the school year. He laughed when recalling how Merula freaked out on a rollercoaster. It was those experiences with her that made him feel eased.

"And then she spat her lemonade all over my face!" Jason giggled wiping a tear away.

"Oh, my lord, Jason, how do you deal with that?" Jacob was dying of laughter.

"I love her," Jason sighed and his smile slowly faded. "Hey, Jacob. Can I ask a favor?"

"Yes?" Jacob's expression turned more serious. "Anything for you Little Wolf."

"I need you to help build an information network. I want to keep tabs on Merula and friends. I know they will oppose the Dark Lord, so I want to protect them and make sure they're safe."

"Might be risky but I know you love these friends like family."

"They are family to me, and I know they'd love you like family too," Jason smiled at his older brother.

"Well when you put it like that," Jacob smirked at him. "Okay. I will help you, little brother. We got family to protect."

After that night, Jason and Jacob built a network of resources and information that was used to help the Order as well as Jason's protection of his friends. For two years he kept tabs on everyone without appearing in front of them physically. Jason slowly collected his friends and set them in safe houses throughout all of the UK. All could contact him at a moment's notice or switch to a different safe house if one became compromised. He covered their tracks by faking each of their deaths as assassinations. To do this Jason made his marks drinking Polyjuice after eliminating them. It made him feel sick with everyone he did it to. As though as if he killed his friends. Clever, but sickening. By the end of this, he hoped he could repent for his choices.

"Jason!" Jacob ran into his room as Jason was in the middle of reading a book. "Bad news, Rowan, Penny, Tulip, and Merula are in danger. Greyback and his men are after them. Knockturn Alley!"

Jason stood up and grabbed his coat running out followed by Jacob as they made their way to the balcony.

"Where do you think you're going?" Arthur said appearing behind the two brothers. "I heard your little screaming Jacob. Saving lives of those who would defy the Dark Lord? Can't say I am disappointed, but I am, and that's unfortunate for you." He drew his wand. "Now get back inside, or I am going to kill you both."

"Should we?" Jacob smirked at his little brother.

"We never much listened to papa so..." Jason smirked back at Jacob.

The two drew their wands and used Depulso on Arthur sending him flying into the condo. Knocking him out."

"I'll go get the gang, you go on ahead and save your girlfriend," Jacob grabbed his broom and flew off.

Jason followed Jacobs's lead flying off on a broom and cast Bombarda Maximum setting it ablaze. He dreaded this day but was equally pleased knowing he was free from the Death Eaters now his cover is blown. Jason raced through the skies until he reached Knockturn Alley. A few minutes later, he was walking through the dark corners sniffing the air. Being a werewolf did have its perks to say the least. He heard screams in the distance and made his way to them. Climbing over the rooftops and listening carefully.

"Jason!" shouted a voice from behind. "Jacob gave us the message."

"Tonks," Jason smirked as his friends apparated one by one. "Guys, I'm sorry I got to pull you into this, but I need you all.

"Hey, you've protected us for the past two years," Bill laughed as he patted Jason's back. "We are in your debt, and we don't have time to talk."

"You're right," Jason gestured for his friends to follow him as they followed the sounds of explosions and lights of spells.

Just then they came upon the scene before them: Fenrir Greyback and his goons holding Tulip, Penny, Rowan, and Merula captive. Fenrir was reading to kill Merula until Jason acted on his plan to save his friends and his lover.

"Incendio,"  shouted a large man setting one Death Eater ablaze.

"Bombarda," shouted two feminine voices sending half of the enemy into a wall.

"What is going on?!" shouted Greyback.

"A rescue. Confringo," said Jason sending Greyback flying back as he stood in front of Merula as her shield.

Despite what he's done, Jason will always come and save those he loves. Even it means bearing his sins and collecting more. For his friends and Merula, he would bear it all no matter what even if it cost him his soul.

[aliypop]

Empatia

Wordcount: 1,925

Character Count: 10,246

Hannibal x Oc

Authors Note: So this is my first Hannibal fic and I hope you guys enjoy, side note this was written in Grammarly which formatting on that is wonky. I do not own the gif or the character Hannibal but I do own Shanel Mahone and I hope that you all like her, lets see uh what else

Warning mentions of eating people and murder! 

"I think it's easy to mistake understanding for empathy - we want it so badly, maybe learning it's distinction is part of growing up, unless I am mistaken, Doctor Lecter,"

The Baltimore office was colder than usual, not because of the Maryland winters that would hit, but because of the shared time in the office between Hannibal Lecter and his new client Shanel Mahone, a woman who was a mix of a wolf licking its wounds and a lion who would go to the ends of the earth to hunt her prey down, But there was something about her that he could sense though she hid it so well that it went by his nose like a short summer breeze, He knew she was a lawyer he was able to smell the scent of the innocent and guilty from the courthouse on her person, though the sinners smell a bit more delectable to him rather than saints,

"If we learn our limitations too soon, we never learn our power." Hannibal gave the semi- young lawyer a smile and a nod, watching her in his darkroom of reds and white almost made him feel as if he had her right where he wanted her, a little lamb simply treading lightly in his trap, and in a way, he was proud of it,

"Think before you speak the last person who didn't... lost more than their tongue.."  Shanel chuckled, her dark curls framing her brown face and eyes.

"Awfully confident are we," a smirk on his wise features, as he stood up behind her, his favorite way to attack some would say like a human boa constrictor sizing up who he picks before he attacks,

"I can kill every person in this building before most of them have a chance to get to their feet. Skills like that do wonders on a person's self-confidence." her head tilted up to look at him, a devious smirk on her face, honey brown eyes meeting the dark maroon glare of a predator, Though most would fear the situation that she was in, however, she was raised much differently than some would be comfortable with,  

"Aren't you afraid of me," he asked his hand around her neck. Nearly trying to squeeze the life out of her. As he hissed in her ear breathing, in the deep scent of A+ blood on her, which clearly wasn't her own, "I stopped being scared of snakes years after I  killed my step-dad."  chin raised high with a fire in her eyes, one that he had grown to admire. Though it confused him like the beauty of Persephone in Hades eyes, and just like Hades he wanted her as his own, though sometimes she made him feel like Hades and other times he was merely just her pomegranate orchestrating him as to where her next demise would fall under, a circle of a cat and mouse game, Once he had looked deep into her eye's he had found the simple answer to her soul,

"I suppose that would make you the hunter," he said a sheer look of surprise something a bit unobtainable for the man who had a few under his own sleeve, "Are you satisfied," she asked her voice a soft whisper, a bit of a gentle to look to her one of a woman who knew how to spin a never-ending web around her prey and may God help anything that flew into her web,

"Oh, my dear, we're just getting started.." his laugh playing in her ear like a tainted sinners psalm, but deep inside she knew she loved it,

"Do you do this with all your clients?" she asked her feeling his hands unravel  from her neck,

"Just the ones I find interesting.."

"So Will Graham.," she mumbled watching him stagger swiftly back to his desk, his scalpel in hand massaging the cold silver metal in his hand as a child holds onto their mother's,

"You've heard of him, I assume?"

"He referred me to you, said you could work wonders on the mind, but I believe you toy with it, like a mother toys with the truth of the world to her child except you don't know where to end it.." she smirked standing behind the slightly taller man,

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you dabble in psychology yourself.." he faced the shorter woman her lips caught slightly between her teeth,

"Law and the practice of toying the mind go hand in hand, besides, in the end, we both want the same things," she took a glance at his suit the way he had unbuttoned his suit jacket as if he knew she was stealing glances of him,  

"And what would that be.." he laughed writing, notes from their shared time together. A bit of a progress report of her recovery from the first time they had met.  

"Sympathy"

"Perhaps we could discuss this more over dinner," he suggested pressing a slip of paper into her hand, she had always heard about his elaborate parties especially when it came to his dinners, it came to no surprise that she would be invited to one, and even perhaps another,

"Will 7 do?" she asked as he walked her to the office door, his eyes glancing at her heels, and further to her legs making him wonder what dish would suit her best,

The roads were barely frozen over yet which to her was always a good sign when traveling during the winter. Especially when it came to her pink Italian sports car sturdy tires still never meant one couldn't endure a crash, but while driving she had found that her mind went elsewhere, mostly on doctor Lecter. It was the way he had looked at her with a gentleness of contemplation on killing her if to even keep her alive, in a sense, it was like a non-verbal game of quid pro quo, but their eyes were telling the answers for them their true nature and love for the what some would find morbid.

Stepping foot into his home was like a wonderland for the wicked and the wise, pictures of art with very controversial themes to them, but still, she knew the risk she was taking with this one a chance that could possibly even kill her if she dared say the wrong thing, "Sorry if I arrived early, I usually love to help, a common curtsy I was taught.." she noticed his spacious kitchen one that you would see in an intense cooking show although his use of five ovens was a bit weird to her but not a new concept from what she grew up with,

"Thank you for your offer, but I've already prepared everything for our dinner." he looked at her noticing the diamonds on her neck which he could tell were from Tiffany and Co a sign of high society if he ever did so need one, she looked like an angel prepared to meet God himself, but little did she know he wasn't there, and she was no angel in the eyes of the man in front of her,

"Well, at least let me bake something.." she glanced at him pulling an apron out from her bag, his assumptions about her were right she was, in fact, gentle like Persephone but if pushed a bringer of chaos a chosen one of the all mighty high. He gave her a simple nod and with that, she was invited into his chapel his prized possession that was his kitchen.  

"Have you ever killed someone.. ever felt the life leave out of its pretty little body.. and looked into their soul?" she asked, feeling piping bag up squeezing the feeling into her batch of Zeppole di San Giuseppe,  

" I don't suppose I have, though, why do you ask?" he said as calmly as he could be, taking the main course for the night out of the oven his eyes never leaving her figure,

"Continuing our conversation from earlier doctor Lecter, of course, minus the near do strangling, though I must add.." she stopped to taste the sauce that was on his spoon "A bit of a parlor trick hiding who you are.." she pondered on the taste for a bit,

"Well, I always say perception’s a tool that's pointed on both ends," he winked placing his hand underneath her chin getting a glimpse of her inner beauty, the madness that she forbade to show to the world, which was him, at least he had thought he could be her world let her feel independent when she wanted to, but have her feel weak in his presence when he needed her to, much like a God watching his most devoted worshiper at the shrine of his lies.

"So, are you saying that I'm hiding something.."  her eyes focused on the slight detail of his lips the way they curled when he told the truth yet had a slight pout when he lied, she knew he was confessing to something she just couldn't figure out what it was exactly, but when she found it, it would be known, and she'd keep to herself as a little present. Hannibal pulled out her chair gesturing for her to sit setting the table up with the most elegant dinner she had ever seen since her very own childhood, but she did have to admit it a certain smell she couldn't quite shake it from her nostrils.  The animal on the plate, however, to most would seem unidentifiable and to most even a bit fake for fiction, but nonetheless, she was taught to never judge her food.  Hannibal sat there watching her eat his eyes sparkling almost like garnet jewels watching as he broadened her pallet,

" Tomato cream sauce with basil oregano one onion.. preferably diced, minced garlic heavy cream.." she took another bite, "A pinch of salt and pepper and ..." she paused dipping the meat into the oh so savory pasta sauce that he had created by hand, but the meat was something different. She couldn't taste the acidity of its fear, but she knew that whatever it was she had put in her mouth was a bit too familiar,

"You have a gift it appears.."

"I say it was a curse," she kept eating on the pork like meat, " I was born with highly sensitive taste buds... I can taste every detail of everything.." she shrugged watching the expression on Hannibal's face.

"Even, the taste of an emotion?" he asked, flattered by his guest.

"Even emotions.. though love was never one I discovered the taste of... I never found myself deserving of it.." she looked down at her plate then at him, her eyes soft and gentle towards him, "You could smear the blood of millions and still be a beauty to my eyes.." he placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her wrist secretly taking in her sweet smell of cinnamon, roses, and honey, it was the smell of love mixed with longing and it was strong. she laughed lifting the fork back to her mouth as the familiar scent had hit her again,

"I think I know who we're eating.."  her eyes twinkled at the taste of what was him, the man who was first to make her life a misery since the day she was born, "Alberto Mahone my father.." she grins,

"How'd you do it.."

"Do what ..."

"Kill him .." she asked her heart racing.

"With Empathy."

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Interestedbystander’s 12 Days of Christmas Drabbles: December 15th.

Stark Spangled Banner One Shot: The Best Present I Ever Had.

So just to set the scene a little bit…this is an extract of sorts from ‘Fairy Tale of New York ‘ which is a chapter in my Stark Spangled Banner series (Masterlist) that takes place Christmas of 2013 to put it into context.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC (Katie Stark- younger sister of Tony)

The two are in an established relationship having met during the events of the Avengers which can be read about in The One shot- ‘Empire State of Mind’ 

Warnings! Bad language words, Smut (NSFW, no Under 18s!)

 Steve hated being cold, a consequence of spending 70 years frozen but the childish excitement written all over his girl’s face was enough to make him brave the snow, which was why at half past 2 in the afternoon on Christmas Eve he was stood in Central Park, along with Katie, Pepper and Tony, building snowmen-something of course Tony had to turn into a contest. As they needed an impartial judge, Bruce (who was currently in a Seminar over the other side of Manhattan) was summonsed to the park as soon as he had finished and was immediately told to judge the snowmen contest. He declared Steve the winner causing Tony and Katie to pelt the mild mannered Scientist with snowballs until his grown up façade slipped and he joined in, catching Tony with a perfectly placed lump of snow right between the eyes.

The light began to draw in and after purchasing a hot dog each from one of the stands the sounds of carols drifted to their ears so the 5 of them wandered towards the music. They found a group of singers not far from the Alice In Wonderland statue, each holding lanterns and sheets of music. They looked at one another and joined the crowd as they group began to sing Silent Night. Steve slipped his arms around Katie from behind, pulling her to his bulky, coated frame and she leaned back happily into his embrace.  His cold nose brushed against her cheek near her ear causing her to yelp softly as he stooped to drop a kiss there.

“I haven’t seen a carol service since I was a boy.” he said softly.

She turned her head to look at him, the navy blue beanie he was wearing pulled down over his ears, matching scarf wrapped tightly round his chin. Yes, he hated the cold, but here he was grinning like a school boy as the snow began to fall again, because he didn’t hate any time spent with his best girl.

She placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Taking you back?”

“A little…” he smiled before she turned back to the band, as his nose nuzzled at my ear “Love you my gram mo chroi…”

The words phonetically registered in her brain, graw miu cree the Irish brogue he had spoke in made her shiver.

“Yeah that sounds really sexy and I have no idea what you just called me…” she said, tilting her head back to face him.

“You don’t speak Gaelic?” he teased

“Italian, German, Spanish and French…but no Gaelic.” she smirked.

“Smart ass…” he rolled his eyes before chuckling slightly, his eyes leaving hers, to focus on the singers again. “So what does it mean?” she pressed.

“It means you’re the love of my heart, my life.” “Smooth Rogers…” she grinned, nudging him with her elbow.

The singers finished to a round of applause from the surrounding crowd, including wolf whistles from Tony, and the 5 of them set off back to the Tower, the streetlights bouncing off the white of the snow. Walking the 20 or so minutes back they all stopped to enjoy hot chocolates laced with lashings of brandy at a small Cafe on the corner of Park and 5th, along with roast chestnuts and mince pies. Katie smiled, remarking that it was about as clichéd a Christmas Eve you could get. And she absolutely loved it.  

Once back at the tower they all said goodnight and headed to their respective floors and apartments. Once Steve and Katie had shed their various outer layers of winter clothing, Katie instructed Jarvis to light the fire before she headed off into the bedroom before walking back out and across the hall to the larger bathroom where Steve heard her turn on the tap to the tub.

“You having a bath?” he called dropping onto the sofa.

“Warming up.” she called back, grinning as she dropped a Christmas Pudding shaped bath-bomb into the tub, watching as it started to fizz, the gorgeous smells of cinnamon hitting her nostrils. Biting her lip she walked to the door of the bathroom and leaned against it calling down the hall. “Wanna join me?”

Steve heard her, and didn’t need asking twice.

He walked into the bathroom to see her drop her robe to the floor, flashing him a view of her bare back, ass, legs before she stepped into the obscenely large tub and he shed his clothes in about 5 seconds flat, climbing in behind her. She leaned back against him, his arms coming to rest naturally on the sides of the tub.

“Why…” he began, looking at his skin “Is there glitter all over my arm?” “I used a bath bomb” Katie grinned.

“A what?”

“Things you drop in the water alongside or instead of bubble bath and they smell nice. I’ll show you another day.” she said, closing her eyes and leaning back into the warmth of the water, her head laying on his chest, her right hand gently playing with his, her fingers delicately rubbing across his knuckles, palm, tangling with his.

They were silent for a while, Steve’s head lolling against the back of the tub, utterly contented to stay there until the water went cold, when Katie spoke.

"Say it again," she said, softly, wanting to hear the words he’d said before.

He quirked a crooked smile. "Say what?"

She chuckled and bit at the corner of her bottom lip and tilted her head round so she could look at him. “The thing you said earlier… say it again."

He didn’t’ say a word, instead he dropped his head to kiss her neck, lips laying soft kisses along her shoulders. Slowly, his right hand moved its spot on the tub to stroking her hip, down the outside of her, thigh, up again and then across to her abdomen, the subtle brush of his fingertips on her sensitive flesh set off chills of a very different kind to the one’s she’d been feeling all afternoon in the snow. Katie let her eyelids fall shut, a small sigh escaping her lips as his mouth trailed a line from her right shoulder, to the back of her neck, to her left and she swallowed thickly, a soft hum of contentment brewing in her throat.  

"Say it again," she breathed out but still he said nothing, instead he moved his hand down her abdomen going lower and lower until he slowly began to tease her.

Katie shuddered, her breath caught again as her head fell backwards. “Say it…” she tried again, the words coming out as a desperate whisper.

He knew exactly what she was after and Katie knew he did, he was just being a tease and it was driving her wild. So she decided to deploy the big guns. Her hand drifted down to find his, wrapping tightly around his wrist, stilling his touch and she turned to face him, gently straddling him, sitting on his thighs and sending a slosh of water over the side of the tub onto the tiled floor.

"Please Stevie…" she said softly, her green eyes locking onto his as she softly bit her lip, her tousled brunette hair falling forward over her face. "Say it, again"

He reached up and tangled one hand into her hair, pulling her face down to his, kissing her hard and he muttered into her mouth, "Gram mo Chroi…”

“I love you," Katie huffed out into his open mouth as his hands went down to her waist and he gently pulled her forwards, positioning her before he thrust upwards and she moaned, pushing down onto his lap, water lapping around them as he filled her. "I love you, more than anything" Katie nipped at his lip and coiled her fingers into his hair, drawing a hiss from his mouth as she moved again, rocking her hips, grinding down on him.

"I love you too Doll," his ragged breaths snagged on the words as he pressed up into her harder, then harder again, his hands straying to her back, fingers sliding up and down her as he pulled her closer to him, kissing her hard before turning his lips to her neck then her chest, the trails of water and soap suds trickled down from between her cleavage to her navel. It made him groan as he looked at her, pulling her down, meeting her thrust for thrust, slowly, deeply, each loving the other in a way only they could.

He sat up, the change of angle making her gasp as he hit her deeply, and he held her to him, close, chest pressed to chest as he kissed her, hands snaking up into the back of her hair which was piled messily on top of her head. Katie moaned into his mouth as he thrust upwards again, and again as she pushed down, rotating her hips against him. Slowly, deeply, loving every single inch of each other they could find. Eventually Katie felt the knot in her stomach beginning to unravel and she threw her head back in a soft cry, his name tumbling from her lips, before she fell forward, burying her head into the crook of his shoulder and neck as she caught her breath. A few more thrusts and Steve was right behind her, his body sliding down into the tub, head resting against the back, his girl tightly clutched to his chest. His hands ran up and down her back as she gave a low hum of contentment before pulling back, smoothing his hair back with her hands and smiling softly at him, before she kissed him gently.

“You know…” Steve said gently as she pressed her forehead against his “As far as Christmas Eve’s go, this isn’t bad.”

She chuckled slightly and smiled, closing her eyes “It’s been the best one I can remember.”

****** Steve could hear her singing. Cracking an eye open he glanced at the clock, it wasn’t even gone 8 yet. He took a moment to stretch before he got out of bed, went to use the bathroom and came out, throwing on a pair of plaid sleep pants over his boxers before he made his way to the kitchen. He stopped dead when he saw her dancing around and had to stifle his laugh as he slipped his arms around her from behind.

“Merry Christmas doll.” he said, his voice still thick with sleep as she tilted her head round to catch the kiss he was offering.

“Merry Christmas soldier…” Katie said as he chuckled.

“I gotta ask, what are you wearing?” “It’s the rules…” Katie said, turning to look at him. “On Christmas Day, in the Stark house, we all wear Christmas pyjamas and no one gets dressed until well after lunchtime and then we wear Christmas sweaters, eat dinner, lounge around and do absolutely nothing bar stuffing our faces, drinking and watching movies.”

“I don’t have any Christmas Pyjamas…or a sweater” Steve frowned. “Yeah you do…” Katie said, putting down the bowl of batter she had been whisking and grabbing his hand. She tugged him back down the hall and into the bedroom, Steve cursing her silently in his brain for as usual thinking of everything. She headed into the large walk in wardrobe and tossed him a Bloomingdale’s carrier bag. He arched an eyebrow as he reached inside pulling out first the sweater, and giving a loud groan as he examined the large reindeer on the front.

“Its nose lights up…” Katie said pressing it.

At that he let out a chuckle and shook his head. “I’m not wearing this.”

“Hey I don’t make the rules babes!”

“I never was one for rules…” he muttered, now examining the Pyjamas that were green with little red Santa Clauses all over them.

“Bullshit!” Katie laughed and he looked at her, as she fake saluted “Captain America reporting for duty, Sir!”

“Punk…” he said, shaking his head as his lips quirked upwards and he waved the clothes he was holding at her. “They’re awful.” he snorted.

They’re supposed to be, that’s the point…” she looked at him, batting her eye lids “Don’t be a Grinch…” “I have no idea what that is.” he shook his head.

“Ok, a Scrooge then…” “I am not dressing like an idiot.” Katie opened her mouth to make a joke about stars, stripes and spandex but he cut her off instantly, spotting the look on her face. Holding up his hand he shook his head.

“Just don’t…”

After some cajoling Katie managed to convince Steve to wear the Pyjamas for the morning. Stockings were opened, Bucks Fizz and Coffee was drunk as they exchanged gifts sitting cross legged on the floor by the fire. But he had one last gift for her that he hadn’t wrapped as it wasn’t a Christmas gift per-sey, it was something he’d wanted to give her for a while now but he finally felt the time was right. He took the opportunity to retrieve it from his bag whilst she was dressing after they had eaten breakfast, grabbing the small item in his hand and crossing the room so he was stood in front of her.

“There's something else I wanted to give you." Steve said gently, unable to stop his eyes from straying down the top half of her body which was clad in nothing but a bra as she pulled on the large sweater. "Huh?" she her head emerged from the hole in the sweater and as she noticed him watching her she smirked, sticking her arms through the garment.  "You already did that last night Captain Sex Fiend, several times remember…." "I don’t mean..." he rolled his eyes as she started laughing before he crossed the room and stood in front of her. Katie watched as he was turning a small, circular leather box of some kind in his hand. "I found this when we were going through my stuff for the museum" he said, gently handing it to her. “I want you to have it.” She looked down at the worn leather of the dark brown box, before pressing the small button which released the catch on the worn, dark brown leather and she carefully opened the lid. Her eyes widened as she glanced down at the delicate ring inside. The stone was a small, tear drop shaped emerald set into a yellow gold band with 3 small diamonds sat underneath the larger part of the teardrop stone. "It was my mom’s" Steve offered by explanation as she looked up at him, her eyes shining "Dad bought it for her before they left Ireland, something to remind her of home ..." "The Emerald Isle..." Katie said gently, smiling at him as she looked down again. "It probably isn’t worth much and I know you don’t really wear yellow gold but I was reading up that you could get it coated..." "Steve..." she looked up at him, silencing him "I wouldn't dream of it. It's beautiful." And it was. All the more so because it had belonged to a woman she knew she would never meet but wished with all her heart she could. "Are you sure you want me to have it?" she asked. He nodded "She was buried with her wedding rings on but she gave me that specifically to pass to my someone special..." He trailed off as Katie smiled softly, taking the ring out of the box and slipping it onto the ring finger of her right. It was a tad loose but nothing that was too drastic to stop her wearing it for the time being. "Thank you." She said, her voice cracking slightly as she looked up into his eyes, those baby blues she knew so well were misting over "and for the record, regardless of what it's worth or not worth, it means the world to me that you want me to have it. It’s the best Christmas present I've ever had". She gently cupped his cheek in her hand before she leaned up and captured his lips in a soft kiss. "I love you." She said gently as his nose rubbed against hers, their foreheads coming to a rest against one another. "Love you too." He smiled, before giving her another quick kiss. "Enough to wear the sweater? She pulled back, her arms snaking round his neck as his hands dropped to her waist. He glanced at the one she was wearing which made her look like a giant Christmas tree and let out a long groan. He really didn't want to wear the hideous Christmas sweater, the one with the Reindeer on it which sported a light up nose, but as he looked at her he knew it was kind of important, a Stark tradition as she and Tony had called it. Damned it, he just couldn't say no to her. "Fine I'll wear the sweater..." 

@interestedbystanderwrites​

[yehet-me-up]

Quid Pro Quo

Pairing: Iron Man!Chanyeol, Pepper Potts!Reader

Rating: PG13ish for uhh sexual fantasies? 😂and language (probably)

Genre: Exovengers AU (because why not)

Word Count: 1,769

A/N: HAPPY FRIDAY @yeoldontknow​ ily 💕💕💕I haven’t dug enough into the Avengers world, so this entire backstory/scenario is probably very not canon, but it should be a fun ride 😘

When you step out of the elevator, holding your resume neatly tucked in a plastic folder, the first thing you notice is all the windows. From the street the building looked imposing. From the top floor it feels awe-inspiring.

The wide lobby is polished and sparsely decorated. The desk that you assume his future assistant will occupy is empty, along with the room itself. You purse your lips, you’d assumed that the interviews for Park Chanyeol’s assistant would bring a crowd of well-qualified applicants. But for now, there’s only you.

The thick wooden double doors, that presumably lead to an office, are closed, and you take the moment to inspect your blouse and slacks for lint and wrinkles. 

Appearance isn’t everything, you know that. But it does convey a lot about a person, especially to someone as flashy as Park Chanyeol. You walk over to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows and look down on the bustling street below.

For someone who describes himself as a genius and a playboy, he’s notoriously private. And for someone who touts his wealth, he certainly seems to enjoy the title of billionaire more for amusement than for self-confidence.

You’ve done your research - his technology and inventions have helped millions, but alongside the cars and suits and lavish vacations you know he donates just as much if not more to children’s charities, women’s shelters, STEM equality programs in local schools, and, surprisingly, more than a dozen animal welfare organizations.

You wonder what he’ll be like, up close and personal, behind closed doors. If the bravado is indeed the entirety of the man, or if there’s more beneath the surface. You pull your lip between your teeth and work at it as you consider him.

Moments later you hear the creak of the door open and turn to see him face to face. He’s far younger in real life, with a boyish enthusiasm.

‘Nice to meet you,’ he says, hair askew and dressed in a plain white shirt and fitted jeans. ‘Sorry for the wait, I got carried away on this latest project.’

‘Not at all, Mr. Park,’ you say politely, extending a hand to shake his and looking at your watch. ‘Believe it or not, you’re right on time.’

He grins at that, wide and wolf-like and full of good humor. ‘I’ll be damned. You’re already keeping me on a schedule,’ he laughs, shaking your hand.

When he stands this close you can see freckle on his nose, the cut of his arms under the fabric, the playfulness in his eyes. His presence does something to you, makes your skin feel too hot and your clothes too tight; you’re not sure you like the way you feel slightly out of control.

‘Come on in and have a seat.’

You follow him into an even more impressive space, with views all the way out to the harbor. A pile of parts sits on a wide work table surrounded by tools. Several vintage video games line a back wall - Packman, Space Invaders, Galaga, Asteroids. You almost trip, thinking about the hours you’d spent relieving stress on Joust in the basement of the student center during your MBA.

He leads you to opposing plush couches in a lowered dais. ‘Would you care for anything to drink?’ he asks, moving to a standing bar.

‘It’s… ten in the morning Mr. Park,’ you say, raising a brow. ‘I don’t normally drink at job interviews.’

‘Then you haven’t been working at the right places,’ he says, tilting his head. ‘Please, call me Chanyeol. But I guess you’re right. Best not to start off this working relationship by forcing you to hear my drunken rendition of My Sharona.’

You snort and attempt to hide it behind your hand. He sprawls on the couch, resting a hand along the back and crossing his legs. You sit neatly in the middle, crossing your ankles and folding your hands on top of your resume.

‘Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Park,’ you say, assuming the focused and professional voice you’ve mastered at this point in your career. ‘It’s an honor to interview for you.’

By now you can play high-ranking impressive men like a violin. You know the drill, much as it grates you. Have an MBA, be clearly competent, but not too competent and impressive that he feels put off. Flatter him, a little, but not excessively.

Mention your skills, the languages you speak, but don’t mention your ambition, the hunger in your bones to make a difference, to do work you care about. Definitely don’t mention that you graduated Summa Cum Laude.

Bring up the changes you helped make at the last Fortune 500 tech company before getting bored and seeking something else, but always demurely frame it as a team effort. Even if the ideas were all yours, even if the lion in your chest wants to roar with pride at all you’ve accomplished.

‘So, tell me about yourself,’ he starts, watching you like a hawk as he runs a hand along his chin. ‘And not the stuff I could, and have, read on your resume,’ he says, cutting you off firmly when you open your mouth to begin your neatly prepared summary of who you are.

You sit for a moment, considering him, meeting his hungry gaze with your own. Everything you’ve read about him, all the interviews you saw on TV, tell you that he values honestly. 

So, you decide to allow yourself to be honest. 

You set the folder on the couch beside you and place your purse on top of it. With a smile you mimic his pose, easing back against the plush material and crossing your leg onto your knee. Taking up more space than you’d allowed yourself before.

‘I’ll start by saying that I’m smarter than just about everyone I meet, though you might give me a run for my money,’ you say evenly and he laughs. 

‘I don’t say that from arrogance, just from fact. I’m also an excellent judge of character. I find that figuring out who someone is and what they want as soon as possible saves time and makes my job easier.’

He raises a brow at you, eyes flaring with something you can’t name but that you feel across your skin like leaving an air conditioned building and stepping onto the street into a sweltering and sticky summer’s day. 

He motions for you to continue.

‘When not working I enjoy a nice glass of red wine, walking through The Met late at night, and vacationing on the Italian countryside. But none of that matters, really. Because I’m a workaholic, like you,’ you say simply with a casual shrug. 

‘If you hire me, I’ll be the making of you.’

He chuckles, the sound low like rolling thunder, as he fights a grin. ‘In what way?’

Your eyes are the flint that strikes flames in his. ‘In every way.’

He nods to himself. ‘I see. What do you see when you look at me, then? What do I want?’

You take a look around the office; take in him on the couch, sizing him up. He expects you to rush, to name the obvious in an attempt to impress him. But neither of you got to where you are by following well-worn grooves of thought.

‘You want to win, to be the best. But not from a place as small as your ego,’ you start and he gives away his surprise with a press of his lips. ‘You crave the challenge of making the impossible a reality. And you long for someone to be able to challenge you, to push you.’

He watches you silently and you carry on. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears as you find something in him that mirrors a part of you that you’ve kept locked away.

‘After all,’ you say softly.’ ‘Even if you can get the high score on Pong by yourself, it’s more fun to play with a partner.’

He catches your meaning and looks away at the floor. You wonder if he realizes how much he conveys with his expressive eyes. If he can sense the loneliness and drive within you reaching out for the answering energy inside of him. 

You wonder if he’ll tell you to fuck off and leave, or if your presence feels like a relief, a call answered, like his does for you.

‘But what do you want?’ he asks, turning back to meet your focus.

You tilt your head and smile at him. ‘Quid pro quo, Mr. Park. If you’re as intelligent as you appear to be, you tell me.’

He folds his arms at his chest at your challenge, swallowing a smirk and assuming a pensive look. His gaze trails down the length of your body, hungrily picking apart the careful facade you’ve created. 

He meets your eyes and holds your attention, not allowing you to look away from him. With a soft sigh you pull your lip into your mouth again.

‘I think you’ve been doing quite a number of things without a partner. For far too long,’ he says assertively, eyes lingering at the swell of your chest.

Without meaning to, you imagine yourself on his lap, fisting your hands in his hair. You imagine his mouth, hot and wet on your neck, his hands, firm and rough, holding your hips while you straddle him. 

You imagine yourself splayed out on his work table, legs draped over his shoulders while he tastes you like he’s trying to find the secret to what makes you tick. 

You imagine what he’d look like against the tan carpet, naked and begging to come.

You imagine the things you could create together that have nothing to do with technology or business, and feel your cheeks get hot. With a slight tilt of your head you nod to him and he smiles with a triumph that matches your own.

‘So, how about you start tomorrow?’ he says nonchalantly, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

‘That sounds perfect,’ you answer, standing. ‘Does eight work for you?’

He motions for you to lead the way. ‘Excellent. I’ll email you over a list of the documents you’ll need to bring with you tomorrow.’

‘You already had it, by the way,’ he says, leaning agains the door, holding his hand out to you. ‘Since we’re being honest. I didn’t even respond to anyone else.’

‘Oh, I know,’ you say, shaking his hand firmly before turning. 

The sound of his rich laughter follows you all the way to the elevator.

[solastia]

Break My Stride | 2

Pairing: Yoongi x Jungkook

Word Count: 3,000

Summary: Yoongi is an Omega that has managed to escape the annual mating run without an Alpha for seven years in a row. He has no plans for that to change, but he’s unaware of his latest opponent: the newly presented Alpha Jeon Jungkook, his very determined childhood friend.

Genre & Warnings: A bit of everything. Smut won’t happen until a later chapter and I will, of course, post warnings for that.

The starting line was already bustling; everyone desperate to catch a scent they liked and latch onto it like...well, dogs with a bone. He hadn’t bothered to check the numbers this year, but it had to be a record breaking turnout. He’d guess upwards of ten thousand or more, just by how many bodies he had to try to squeeze through to get here. The annoying thing was that half of them probably weren’t even running. They were just family and friends of people that were, here to show their support as the races started. Most would go home for the night and come back tomorrow. Still, they could stop acting like this was some god damn county fair, at least. There were even booth setups for merchandise and food. 

Yoongi sighs morosely and follows the sounds of Taehyung and Jimin hollering like monkeys and calling his name. Most of the group - minus Jungkook again - have all claimed their spot on a set of park benches. They made it look like they were just going to a damn picnic with tablecloths and cushions for the wooden benches. Most of them were working through some of the food the vendors were selling and Taehyung slung an arm around his shoulders as he tore into a corndog. 

“So, you excited for today? You look well prepared, hyung,” Taehyung grinned slyly since he knew full well Yoongi was certainly not excited for today. 

Yoongi ignored him and instead asked whoever would answer, “Where’s Kook? Already sniffing out his mate?” 

“No, he said that would be pointless because his mate’s a cheating cheater that plays dirty. He said the chances of them covering their scent were high. He’s making sure his den is ready,” Seokjin scoffed. 

Yoongi accepted the drink Jimin handed him and chuckled. “Sounds like I might actually like them.” 

“You have no idea,” Jin said with a snort, glancing up and down at Yoongi in a way he couldn’t decipher. But then again, he didn’t really want to since Jin thought being vague made him mysterious and therefore more attractive. 

Hint: it didn’t. 

“So where’s his den?” 

Although, calling it a “den” in this day and age wasn’t really accurate. No longer did the big bad Alpha cart you off to a hole in a mountain or a shack in the woods (unless that’s what they wanted - who was he to judge?). It was simply a place that the Alpha had bought prior to their first run so they’d have a home ready for their mate. It could be anything from a shitty apartment like Yoongi’s to some fancy house in the city. No matter what kind of place it was, as soon as an Alpha presented, they usually began working on their den. Jungkook must have known his future mate for quite a while for them to already have a den together. Jungkook usually isn’t that sly - it’s amazing he was able to keep something like this from the whole group. 

“You know that place on Rural? That monstrosity that I thought was Victorian but you said it wasn’t? That it was...Italian?” 

Yoongi’s whole world came to screeching halt as he stared at Jin, his heart pounding so hard he was sure everyone else could hear it. 

“Italianate,” he whispered, praying to whatever powers that be that Jin didn’t mean that house. 

“Yeah, that’s the one. Everyone in the family was so excited and happy for Jungkook that they basically threw money at him. He had enough to pay for the house in cash. I told him he should bulldoze it and rebuild since it’s in a great part of town, but he said his mate would want to fix it up.” 

Yoongi suddenly felt like crying, but he settled for collapsing onto the bench and clenching his fist. 

“I’ve been saving up for that house since I was sixteen. I’m going to kill him.” 

Seokjin was sporting the most annoying smirk of all time, clearly enjoying Yoongi’s misery for some reason.

“Focus on the run. You can kill my little brother later.” 

Suddenly, Namjoon growled menacingly, startling everyone. Hoseok looked over to the spot where Namjoon was steadily staring, curiosity in his gaze before it too hardened and he started glaring with bared teeth. A random city Alpha that had been approaching them instantly halted, hands out in surrender. 

“Sorry man. Didn’t know he was spoken for.” 

When the Alpha left, Yoongi looked around curiously. 

“He wasn’t coming for me, was he?” 

Namjoon blushed and squeezed the still scowling Hoseok to him, avoiding everyone’s eyes. Seokjin’s eyes were wide with shock as he stared at the pair. 

“No, he was coming for - it doesn’t matter. So...you’re looking well supplied over there hyung.” 

He decided to put the house from his mind for now and focus on the event of the day. If he didn’t and let his unhappiness cloud his decisions, he could end up with some Alpha dickwad who lived in a trailer and expected twelve kids. Yoongi patted the bulging pockets of his black jacket and matching cargo pants with pride instead, thankful that the tradition of running nude was no longer a rule. Pockets were a fucking godsend and no one wanted twigs and leaves poking their ass when some Alpha tackled them to the ground. That was also why his clothes had built in elbow and knee pads, just in case. He was prepared for anything. 

“Yup. I don’t need too much, because I might have cheated quite a bit this year, but I brought enough crap with me to wait this out for a week if I had to.” 

Namjoon studied him with narrowed eyes for a few moments before his shoulders shake as he silently laughs. 

“You totally came out and stocked up your little cave, didn’t you?” He asked, his voice shaky with laughter. 

“Hell yeah. I’m getting too old to just camp out on dirt. Fixed it up real nice so I can wait out the whole day. There’s a huge plush rug and plenty of blankets, big fluffy pillows, a little stash of food and entertainment. I even put scent blockers around so no one would smell anything coming from inside,” Yoongi preened as he thought of his perfect hideaway. 

Yoongi found it about six years ago when he’d been running from a particularly persistent Alpha. He’d stumbled across it quite literally when he’d tripped over a giant tree branch and landed facing a dirt mound against a hillside with a hole big enough for him to crawl through. He hadn’t expected much, just enough space for his small body to curl up and hide in, but the tunnel kept going until it opened up into a decent sized rock cave. Judging by the smell and some of the remnants, it used to be an actual wolf den, but it hadn’t been touched in some time. He could still remember how he’d huddled in there the first time, jumping at every sound from outside, sure he’d been found out. 

Now here he was several years later and thankfully the preserve was massive enough that no one else ever got to close to his sanctuary. This year he’d decided to experiment and see if he could sneak into the preserve to pimp it out without anyone discovering him, since being in the forest except for during the run was outlawed and came with huge fines. Of course he’d been successful since he was Min Fucking Yoongi. Maybe next year he’d try to camp out before the run even started, then he wouldn’t have to deal with anyone even trying to snatch him. 

A woman in a red pantsuit carrying a clipboard yelled into her headmic, “OMEGAS! Come sign in and get your collars!” 

The boys whooped behind him as he sighed and waved goodbye, joining the rest of the Omegas lining in front of a large set of tables. The packet of paperwork containing his information and liability forms had already been sent in weeks ago, so the sign in sheet was merely used to track your participation (and therefore following the stupid law). When you came back from the run, there was a whole different packet of paperwork to take home to fill in about your partners. 

When his turn came, he signed the clipboard and accepted the black leather collar, clasping it firmly closed as he joined the starting line. The collar was only to come off if you consented to an Alpha. Otherwise, it was there for protection. Many Alphas went a little nuts during the run and let their instincts take over, often going for a bite whether you wanted it or not. Thankfully, they were too stupid to remember the collars were made to be Alpha-proof and their teeth couldn’t get through them. Dumbasses. 

Yoongi lines up near the front, wanting to be one of the first to run as soon as the horn sounded. They always gave the Omegas and more submissive Beta’s a five minute head start, giving them a fair chance considering an Alpha’s naturally high stamina and speed. Yoongi just needed those first five minutes to get out of sight long enough to pull off his first trick. 

He scans the crowd around him trying to get an eye on Jungkook, but the lineup is so huge he can’t see anything. He was almost certain that Jungkook was an Omega - someone as sensitive as him couldn’t possibly be an Alpha. Hell, the boy used to cry if you looked at him too long. 

He glances towards the Alpha side, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. He just wanted to try to subtly figure out if there was any that were eyeing him for too long or trying to sniff him out so he’d be prepared. There were a couple of city Alphas that tried to catch his eye, it seemed, but no one looked like they were zeroed in and focused on him too heavily yet. Good, this should be an easy run. 

Yoongi frowned when he swore he saw a flash of a familiar side profile before it disappeared into the rest of the Alpha crowd, but that wasn’t possible. He was just nervous, and the fact that he’d been looking for Jungkook in the first place made him see things. He was sure there were plenty of Alphas running around with those piercings and Kook’s ginormous honker of a nose. 

The countdown began and forced his attention away and back to his own predicament. He inhaled and exhaled slowly to calm himself and got into a ready position, eyes focused on the clump of trees to the left where he planned to escape into. 

The horn blared as the mating run officially began and everyone in the starting line rushed forward. Many of the Omegas around him were smiling and giggling like this was all just a fun game instead of something that could drastically change your life, and for the worse if you weren’t careful. The waiting crowd and excited Alphas behind them cheered and howled as the Omegas wove into the forest ahead. 

Yoongi quickly veered off into the more densely packed left side of the preserve, needing to get to a certain clearing before the five minutes were up. He ran without a thought besides getting there, knowing his next step is crucial to his success. 

Finally, he comes across the small stream he’d been looking for, wading right into it with the waterproof boots that he bought just for this occasion, and traveling the rest of the way through the water so his scent and tracks would be harder to catch. 

Finally, he reaches the clearing that marked the halfway point to his cave and stopped, breathing heavily as he dropped onto a boulder. He takes just a couple of seconds to catch his breath, then pulls a container out of his jacket pocket. He grins as he opens it and scoops out the contents with a finger. It has all the appearance of white slime but smells like pine trees. He spreads the goop onto his scent glands, adding a bit behind his ears and across his wrists for good measure. He takes a heavy sniff of the air around him after, smirking with pleasure as his nose picks up nothing but pine. Instead of his usual citrus scent heavily tinged with Omega pheromones, he now blended into the forest.

Cheating, yes. Brilliant, also yes. 

Confident that any Alphas that had considered chasing him would now move on to an easier target, he ran towards the direction of his cave. He was tired as hell already and couldn’t wait to get there and take a nap. Maybe he should take up Jungkook on his offer to exercise with him more, so running wouldn’t be so damn painful next year. 

He had maybe ten minutes of running left to do when he smelled it. Lavender and clove, a scent that might belong to an Omega if it weren’t for the obvious Alpha musk lending the unusual combination a mouthwatering essence. 

He couldn’t believe it. An Alpha had actually tracked him all the way here? 

Unless the Alpha was after someone else and just happened to be going this way. However, Yoongi was certain that he’d seen most of the others head away from this area. He doubted many of them would even go too far into the forest as most of them wanted to be caught. 

He heard a twig snap and the Alpha’s scent thickened in the air, like he wanted Yoongi to know he was there. He was letting Yoongi know he was there for him and he wanted to chase. His inner Omega was preening that such an amazing smelling Alpha chased him this far out, and he really wished he could physically slap some sense into it. He didn’t even acknowledge that he was thoroughly impressed that the Alpha had even tracked him with his scent covered. 

He took off, running his heart out, but away from his cave. He didn’t want this jackass to know where his hiding place was. So he ran east, trying to get back towards the stream. 

Only the crunch of leaves and twigs switched sides almost immediately, sending him back the way he came. How was this Alpha so fast? Yoongi had been chased quite a few times in the past, but it was like this one was teleporting behind him. 

Yoongi ran a little more before trying again to head towards another side of the forest. They were getting a little too close to his cave for comfort and Yoongi was starting to panic. He had to find some way to lead this Alpha away from here. 

He knew there was a lake in the northernmost part of the preserve, and near that a small mountain. He hated the water, but surely if swam towards the mountain he’d find a good hiding spot. 

Only, as soon as the Alpha realized he’d changed direction again, the pounding steps behind him changed their own path to block his way. A warning growl traveled the air, making him shiver with the need to obey and letting Yoongi know that the Alpha didn’t want him changing his course. 

He was herding Yoongi towards the western part of the preserve, like he knew that was where Yoongi had been going. Did this fucker know about his cave? 

He didn’t take the time to puzzle through that, instead heading towards his sanctuary as he didn’t see a way out of it. His lungs were burning and his legs felt like they were going to fall off, but he pushed forward. The Alpha seemed content finally, simply following along behind him at a much slower pace than he could have, out of sight but heavily scenting the air with happiness.

He wasn’t going to be so happy in a few moments. 

Yoongi could have cried he was so pleased when his little burrow came into view. He finally stopped, putting a palm against the giant pine near it to hold himself up as he gulped in much needed air. The heavy steps came closer and he knew the Alpha was about to reveal himself. Yoongi was about to show this guy that he wasn’t someone to be messed with and he wouldn’t be dragged off to be someone’s good little Omega bitch. 

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the taser he’d packed just in case. The blue light crackled ominously as he whirled around to face his opponent. 

A soft chuckle floated through the air as the Alpha walked through the trees.

“Stand down, hyung,” the voice urged gently, though filled with amusement. 

Yoongi’s jaw dropped as he watched the Alpha finally stride through the trees towards him because he knew that voice. He knew that face. He knew this person almost as well as he knew himself. 

“Jungkook?” 

[wendynerdwrites]

@jonxsansaremix

Jon x Sansa Remix: Day Two - Comics/Graphic Novel Couples: Fables - Bigby Wolf x Snow White

(Reposting my fic from last year since I did this couple. But the photo edit is new and I’m actually pretty proud of it)

“Then she gets even more frustrated, meaning I turn back even further, and There’s too much to hide, so I can’t go to work, then she gets even more upset, and it’s just this whole cycle!”

Jon quietly swears under his breath as he enters the main office. Of course Beauty and Beast are the first visitors of the day. He and Sansa clearly don’t have enough headaches to deal with.

Rarely does the Deputy Mayor of Fabletown have an easy time receiving petitions— Ichabod Crane, her loathsome predecessor, left a mess with his departure. And even if he’d been a model civil servant, there is never enough money, time, or magic to solve all the problems the citizens of Fabletown have.

Sometimes, Jon wishes he hadn’t taken Sansa and King Cole up on their offer all those years ago and let them turn him back into a man. It’s true that as Sheriff, he has fewer bureaucratic nightmares to handle than Sansa, but she had so little support that Jon is compelled to assist her whenever possible.

Not that he is great at the whole diplomacy thing. Even without his past as The Big Bad Wolf and the whole “brought back from the dead” baggage, Jon isn’t much of a people person. Being stabbed by one’s brothers didn’t inspire much of an inclination towards trust, and though it’s been years since he was a full-time wolf, many of his more base, animalistic instincts remain.

Still… he couldn’t ignore Sansa’s problems even if he wanted to.

It’s been both better and worse since The Farm. Better for Arya’s sake. Most Fables, whether they were from Planetos or some other homeland, had trouble adjusting to life in the Mundy World. Planetos was one of the more brutal of the homelands even before the adversary came and ran them out. But Arya had a particularly hard time adjusting. Decades spent causing trouble, partying, messing around with that idiot, Jack. Sansa and Arya never got along well, but that didn’t stop the older sister from worrying about her constantly.

Arya found her element in the Farm, though. The sisters even found a way to communicate. And with that part of her life stable for the first time in centuries, Sansa is in a better place mentally.

But then there are the physical injuries. Sansa still needs her cane sometimes. Even now, it is propped up against the side of her desk, an oddly modern-looking thing amidst the scores of medieval-style magical artifacts the littered the cavernous main office.

The sounds of Beauty and Beast’s complaints echo off the enchanted, ever expanding walls. It is hard to believe that a woman as small as Beauty can make so much noise. But then, she always does.

Sansa sits as perfectly prim as she always does, but Jon can smell her the tension on her. He could smell it from his cigarette-filled apartment three floors up. She’d been in a decent mood this morning, too.

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you anything other than what I always tell you when this matter arises,” the Deputy Mayor says in her most neutral tone. Jon can tell she’s longing to rest her head in her hands the way she always does when frustrated, but she stays firm and tall now. “Either you resolve your issues so that the curse no longer makes Beast change back, buy a glamour from the 13th floor, or go up to the Farm.”

This has happened a thousand times. The nature of Beast’s curse, contrary to the Mundy version of their story, mean that his appearance depended on the feelings of his wife. When Beauty was happy, Beast looked like the handsome prince of Happily Ever After. When Beauty wasn’t, he began to regain his more beastly features: eyes turning red, teeth becoming fangs, horns protruding out of his temple. At the moment he was still man-shaped, but fairly demonic in appearance nonetheless.

The couple are utterly devoted to one another. But they also had a bad habit of living outside their means. Their elegant Woodlands apartment does not reflect the piles of bills they hid within their 18th century french cabinets.

“You cannot possibly expect us to live amongst those…. Animals!” Beauty cries out, as she always does.

“It’s not so bad, Beauty,” Jon says, walking towards the desk. They all turn to see him. He gives a sardonic smile. “Most of them up there are a fair sight tamer than I am.”

Sansa’s lip twitches for half a second. Beauty scoffs at Jon and turns back to the Deputy Mayor.

“The cost of glamours these days is absurd, and it is only climbing. We couldn’t possibly afford one. And I’m a lady! I can’t just sleep amongst the the pigs and toads and badgers! That might be well enough for that vulgar sister of yours, but—”

Sansa gets to her feet at once, eyes flashing. Even Jon steps back a couple of feet. He hasn’t seen her this furious since Beauty mentioned the dwarves.

“My sister is leading the Farm and contributing to this community. Which is more than I can say for you. I’ve given you your options. Now get out.”

The couple get to their feet. Beast keeps his red eyes fixed firmly on the ground as Beauty drags him out. Once they’re gone, Jon pulls out a cigarette and lights up. Sansa’s emotions are overpowering his senses. There are a few moments of silence before he gingerly approaches her desk.

Sansa’s face is in her hands. “How many are in line outside?”

“Only a half dozen,” Jon says, as gently as he can, “Boy Blue said you wanted to see me?”

Sansa glances up at him. “I just wanted to know if you have any news on Goldilocks.”

Jon cringes. Their favorite terrorist. It was thanks to Goldilocks that Sansa had that cane. “Nothing new, I’m afraid. I just… I don’t get it. You’d think I’d be able to sniff her out. But she’s just… Disappeared.”

“Do you think she may have gotten her hands on any magical artifacts?”

Jon groans. “I didn’t want to admit it, but it seems more and more likely each day. What I don’t understand is—”

“—How she got it. But we have to find out. If there’s some unauthorized enchantments out there again…”

Jon nods. “I’m making Goldi my first priority, before anything else.”

“—I may just have a lead for you on that!”

Jon groans. Wonderful. He turns and Sansa rises to greet the Fabletown government’s primary financial benefactor, Bluebeard.

Of all the Fables that had fortunes in the homelands, Bluebeard somehow managed to be one of the few that retained his. He supposedly had endless treasure rooms in his Woodlands penthouse, and as such, he was the source for much of the government’s funding. Meaning they had to keep him happy. As with most Fables, that was easier said than done.

The former pirate strides in, as he always does, as if he owned the place. His head shines so brightly that it makes Jon wonder, not for the first time, if he shined it with the same polish that went on his italian loafers. The pirate’s hand is planted firmly atop the pocket of his brocade vest. Jon tensed up. He could smell the magic.

“I think you may want to look into that criminal, Greenleaf,” Bluebeard says smugly, coming close to the desk.

Jon rolls his eyes. “We’ve told you before, Bluebeard, Greenleaf is now a legitimate enchanter and part of the 13th Floor, under the employ of Fabletown. She is not—”

“—Once a criminal, always a criminal!” Bluebeard insists, reaching into his pocket.

“Is that so?” Sansa says, brushing a lock of her red hair back and giving Bluebeard a pointed look. The pirate has the decency to blush.

“That was before the amnesty! But she… She’s been dealing black market enchantments for years, and I don’t believe she’s stopped!” Bluebeard pulls something from his pocket— a carved wooden trinket, like a wine cork, but with a stopper— and plants it on Sansa’s desk.

Sansa and Jon both lean over to look at it.

“It certainly looks like one of Greenleaf’s…” Sansa glances at Bluebeard. “Any idea what it is?”

“A glamour, of course. Just like last time.”

That would make sense. Glamours could mask scent. Jon tentatively reaches for it and opens it.

Blackness.

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

Jon feels amazing, in his element. He isn’t in his wolf form, but he is definitely closer to nature.

Swimming, in fact. In a proper river rather than one of those chlorinated monstrosities the humanoids prefer. Languidly, Jon reaches out and grabs one of the salmon swimming by him. It’s only when he feels the satisfaction of the fish squirming in his hands that he realizes something is amiss.

He’s not supposed to be here. Wherever this is. He guesses the wilderness of Washington State or Oregon, judging by the smell of the trees. It’s evening, just the beginning of sundown. And for a lost wolf, he feels amazing. More amazing than he’s felt in… He’s not sure how long.

And he can smell her. Sansa. Gods can he smell her. He can smell more of her than ever. Jon braces himself and bursts towards the surface. Her scent— lemons, roses, sunlight, vanilla, oak, ink, alcohol and amber gris from that perfume she always wears— almost knocks him out. There’s something else there, too. And Jon immediately knows why he feels so good.

Uh-oh.

Jon calms himself and processes the situation. Sansa will probably be waking as well, or soon. He’s not sure if whatever enchantment that brought them here affects full humans differently than wolves.

Whatever reason they’re here, it can’t be good. He curses. Finally, after years and years of waiting and hoping and dreaming… And he can’t even remember the act!

Then there’s Sansa herself. Gods, this isn’t good. She’ll be horrified. After everything she’s been through, mating under magical influence… She can’t know. Not yet. Not until Jon knows they’re safe.

He bursts out of the water and follows her scent back to the camp they apparently made. Jon is a bit shocked. They have everything— brand new camping equipment, including one large tent and what appear to be all new hiking clothes— strewn all over the ground of their camp site. Khaki cargo shorts, t-shirts, new boots, thick white socks, a sports bra…

Jon glances down and realizes he’s naked as his Name Day. He thanks whatever gods might exist that no one saw him walking back. He grabs his shorts off the ground and pulls them on before gingerly venturing into the hub of that smell, the tent.

He almost faints again. There she is, lying amidst a collection of water-resistant sleeping bags, blankets, and pillows, in all of her glory. If Jon couldn’t smell it on her before, he’d know for certain now that the two of them had slept together. She lies on her back, legs spread, dried fluid clinging to her inner thighs.

Jon stops moving for a short while and just stares at everything he’s dreamt of for the last four centuries. Her pink-tipped breasts, the thatch of auburn curls between her legs, the swell of her hips, the whiteness of her skin. It takes every ounce of self control he has not to pounce on her.

He can’t let her know, not yet. The hair on the back of his neck prickles, and he can smell it. Danger.

Jon works fast and carefully. With every ounce of grace he has, he manages to slip her shorts and t-shirt on. He even does the socks, but doesn’t dare to try with the bra or panties. Thankfully, she stays asleep, but begins to stir when Jon gets her second sock on. Jon tries to play it off, purposely jostling her and whispering her name. “Sansa… Sansa, wake up.”

Her eyes flutter open, and Jon recalls the Mundy tale about her being woken by a prince’s kiss. He wishes he could wake her that way now. But no. Whatever they did under that spell, it was only magic. She’s not his.

Sansa sits up suddenly, her face a mask of panic. “J-Jon? What is going on?! Where am I? Why are we—?”

“I’m not sure,” he confesses, “But you can bet there’s some kind of magical element to it.” He rubs his normally clean-shaven chin, estimating the growth there. “I say we’ve been gone for about three days. We’re in Washington State.”

“Washington—” the blood drains from her face, “Oh gods.” She looks around. “Goldilocks?!”

Jon lifts his nose and inhales deeply. He can smell it. Amidst steel and motor oil and paint. “Yes. She’s behind this. And if she has even half the ballistic power I’m catching off of her, then we need to move. And quickly.”

“Where’s my cane?!” Sansa asks, looking around.

Jon sighs. “Sansa, I don’t think we can afford to have you moving like that. You’re going to have to ride me.”

She blanches. “I—”

Jon shakes his head. “No, I mean literally.” He grabs her hand. “Come on.”

He drags her out of the tent, closes his eyes, and concentrates. He thinks of darting through the woods, the smell of blood on his muzzle, the wind at his fur. He feels himself expand and rise.

When he opens his eyes, he’s no longer a man. He’s gigantic, covered in white fur, mounted on four legs. Sansa stands a few yards off, hand over her mouth. Jon crouches down, lowering his massive neck.

“Get on,” he growls. He can smell her fear, but she grits her teeth and mounts him, straddling his neck and fisting his fur.

He bolts, traversing the woods and climbing the mountain ahead. Sansa clutches him as tightly as she can, but still bounces. Jon keeps going and going, feeling his muscles strain themselves. He can’t possibly escape. Not yet.

He finds a remote ledge surrounded by trees and stops short.

“What are you doing?” Sansa asks.

“Resting. We’re not going to outrun her entirely. We need her to catch us so we can get rid of her once and for all.” Jon sighs. “But before she does, I need to get a few hours sleep while it’s still dark enough to conceal us. And so do you.”

He gets on his belly and closes his eyes. Sansa slides off of him, nodding, and settles herself against his side. “…Jon.”

“What?”

“I couldn’t help but notice… There was only one tent and sleeping bag. And I’m not wearing a bra.”

Jon groans internally and opens his eyes. “You want to talk about that now?!”

Sansa scowls at him. “Don’t give me that. You’re the one who made that absurd overture.”

Jon rests his left forward paw over his muzzle and tries to look away. Right. The night he made a complete arse of himself at the Remembrance Day Ball. When he’d used her sister’s disappearance to trick Sansa into being his date. Not one of his brightest moments. Even now, she’s looking at him with the same expression as when she told him that if he really wanted to get the girl, he should be honest with her and not use a potential tragedy to mislead her.

It had been months since, but he is still reeling from it. “And you’re the one who rejected me. What’s your point?”

“There was one sleeping bag, one tent, and no bra. So answer me. You and that nose of yours would know. Did we or did we not—?”

“No,” Jon lies, not loving himself for it. He can tell her later if he needs to. But now he needs her rested and clear-headed. That’s not happening if she knows. “If I had to guess from the amount of tracks I spotted, I’ve spent this entire trip in wolf form, sleeping under the stars.

The look of relief on her face stings a little. “Good. But Jon…”

“What?!” He asks impatiently. He’s exhausted.

She bristles at his tone. “You can’t blame me for worrying. And wondering about this attraction you suddenly have for me.”

Sudden. That’s hilarious. “Sansa, I’m exhausted…”

“I can’t sleep, Jon. I’m too wired by everything. I need to know, though. We’ve known each other our entire lives. We’ve been reunited for centuries. Why, after all this time, are you interested in me?”

“It’s not ‘all of a sudden’, Sansa.”

“What do you mean?”

Jon decides to change back. This was better expressed in his human form. Once back, he grabs her hand. “Come on, if we’re going to be awake, we might as well be moving.”

She stumbles behind him, “Come on now, you’re stalling.”

Jon sighs. “You know I spent a long time as Ghost, right?”

“Everyone knows that.”

“Well, I spent enough time as the wolf to adopt more than just the physical form before Melisandre brought me back. And while I was a wolf, I sort of…. Became part of the community.”

“The direwolf community?” She giggles.

“Don’t laugh, it’s real. Wolves have their own intelligence, their own customs, and their own legends. And while I was with them, I learned of one of them. It was about mating. And how we find our mate in the person or wolf who just… Smells right. And after we find that person, we’re attached to them. When we found one another again, I caught your scent and after that you became… the woman I can’t ignore.”

She almost trips. “That’s flattering.”

“It’s the truth. I can always smell you. Not just your presence, but everything about you and what state you’re in. It’s part of the reason I smoke so much— to block out the smell. And why I went rogue for so long. I knew you’d never be interested, so I tried to stay away. But I couldn’t. I could still smell you.”

He feels her tense up, smells her trepidation. “Jon, I—”

“I never wanted to force anything on you, Sansa. Even after you all came looking for me, I didn’t come to Fabletown expecting anything. But I decided that if I couldn’t ignore you, I could try to satisfy my feelings by protecting you.”

“Still, though, you can’t expect me to react well to you stalking me all these years.”

“I can’t help it!” He scowls. “And it’s not just— I mean, yes, I know where you are every second of every day. Not because I want to. I just do. I’d stop if I could. But it’s not just that. I know your mood, your health. The rare times those smiles you fix for the community are genuine. The periods where you feel so overwhelmed you’re almost ready to give up, but never do. I know when you’re thinking about the time you went to Cersei back in the homelands and when you blame yourself for Father’s death, which is all too often. I know when you’re blaming yourself for Arya’s troubles. I know when you’re in your bathtub crying, which happens at least twice a week. I know when you’re wondering if it’s somehow your fault your marriage to Harry ended the way it did. I know when you’re afraid, like now. But I also know that you’re starting to understand.”

She takes a deep breath. “Jon… I’m tired.”

“Just a little longer, Sansa,” Jon says, picking up the scent. “She’s getting closer.”

~_~_~_~_~_~

They’re at the John F. Kennedy airport, exiting the gate, when Sansa speaks to him for the first time in hours. There’s been a lot of silence. Jon likes to tell himself that it’s over the ax Sansa drove into Goldilocks’s head, but he knows better.

“Jon…”

“—Look, if you want me to move out, I can.” He says quickly. “Whatever you need.”

She shakes her head. “No. Jon… Look. At this point in my life, I’m not interested in tricks or grand gestures or whatever you thought you were doing with that stunt at the Remembrance Day Ball. That being said, I’ve been thinking about it. And… If you’re willing to give me some time and then ask me out nicely, in an honest, straightforward manner, to go out with you… Well, I might not say no.”

Jon feels his heart leap in his chest. “Really?”

She nods. “Really. But I mean it. Honesty and time. I need both.”

Jon pauses and takes a deep breath. “Well, then, Sansa… There’s something you should probably know…”

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congratulations nicola/lola, capricorn is now coraline “cora” lansbury with the faceclaim aisha dee

APPLICATION

Character Sign: Capricorn

Character name: Coraline “Cora” Lansbury Birthday: 24/12/1997 Sexuality: Pansexual Gender: Cisgendered Female Moon Sign: Scorpio Faceclaim: Aisha Dee please if that’s okay c:

Power

Super Strength — For as long as she can recall, there has been one giant taboo making its rounds through Cora’s mind whenever she was in need of a reminder: giving up was never an option, failure unacceptable. But instead of cracking under the pressure applied on her fragile frame by both her family and herself, she never troubled herself with the prospect of not succeeding for she knew, deep within her, that she would always be stronger than her opponents or the obstacles she was to face. Some might call it exaggerated confidence, its roots untraceable even for her, but her belief in herself has so far secured her a spotless track record. And even if she was to not come in first place, she had always persisted, her endurance admirable enough for her performance to still be considered a victory of a different kind.

What do they study?

With possibilities seemingly endless, Cora struggled to make a final decision for quite a while but eventually wound up opting for International Relations. She has always exhibited a keen interest in politics and the law, in the order of the world and how its staying in tact was to be ensured, even long before she had reached the appropriate age for such worries. While Law and Politics were available separate options, she found her concern for worldwide affairs to be best covered in the major she has eventually chosen.

Biography:

A wide-eyed doll of unconventional porcelain, dark locks sizzling like flames under the force of gushes of wind. Faster. Stronger. Better. It had always been on her to bring glory to the name, never mind the difficulties she had to face others failed to fathom.

A rabbit-hearted girl could outsmart the lazy lion in a heartbeat, for endurance is true strength.

An only child, the Lansburys only hope after so many desperate attempts resulted in nothing but pain and heartbreak, Cora didn’t need to be told that she carried the weight of being destined for greatness on her slim shoulders — yet she would, several times over. Medically, she was considered a miracle (of natural conception, no less), a word that would echo through her mind in the voices of various relatives until she had grown infatuated with its meaning. A Christmas miracle of a child, a wunderkind — an aspiration well suited for a child like her, the girl who always seemed to stand out from the crowds no matter how hard she tried to blend in. Her brows too bushy, her curls too unruly, her smile too wild and forceful; a natural-born outsider among the upper-class crowd, their dullness threatening to swallow her individuality alive if she wanted to stick with them and have a shot at their successes. But a girl as clever as her was not meant to struggle for long, nor to betray herself in favour of conformity.

Instead, a warrior was born amidst a sea of rosé tulle, flashing her fangs at afternoon playdates and digging her claws into the keys to victory: education and training, practising until there was nothing left to learn, nothing left to devour by a soul as eager as hers. Her future shone brightly, kneeling at her feet in an act of devotion, but popularity was a whole other story, a different battle to win. They knew her as an overachiever now, the girl who could potentially help you with your homework but was often too stubborn to do so. Before that, they had known her as the odd one out, a misfit trying too hard to squeeze herself into their pristine puzzle of poshness, and they had never failed to find the right names to let her know she just wasn’t quite right for them. Hardened by the times, she strode on, Coraline the lone wolf, blissful in her own company and that of her family, a loving bunch luckily providing her with a handful of cousins in a similar age group that never allowed her to experience true loneliness. At the very least, she would never be naive enough to trust blindly. A girl with her insight into the human psyche and the different types of people it produced — deep enough to be able to sort them within seconds she would like to think — knows all too well whom to avoid to not get hurt again.

By sixth form, her last struggle had been overcome. Cora had found her kind, a decent sized group of a somewhat snobby but lovable bunch usually knee-deep in first world upper-class problems they at times could have easily averted. No matter how often they implored her not to judge them, not doing so silently often turned out to be impossible but she never saw the harm in loving judgement — even less so since she never once turned them down when it came to trying to find a solution to their woes. And thus the loner became the rock, the fixer, the shoulder to cry on who would catch your head from way up in the clouds and screw it back onto your neck with the support of a logical solution to a seemingly unsolvable issue. Sugarcoating was all but her strong suit but, alas, what use was there in denying the truth if it was your only saving grace; if there was only one way that would bring you salvation and it just so happened to be hers? Can she, in the light of that, really be blamed for not wanting to venture from the tested road she has chosen for herself when all the others look like dark, twisted alleyways leading to doom?

Hardly.

As far as she is concerned, she is on the right track and she has brought proof as well. But go ahead, try and tell her otherwise.

Five interesting facts about your character:

i. Even though starting ballet was originally her parents’ idea for her, she grew to love it almost instantly, the feeling of having complete control over her body filling her with a strange sense of inner peace strong enough to keep her coming back to occasional classes even now. Her studies don’t grant her enough time for regular courses anymore and at times she’s resort to yoga for relaxation but nothing quite compares to the feeling (or pain) of pointe shoes being tied again every to every other week.

ii. Cora, CC, Lin, Lina, Coco, Coral, Corali — she has a great variety of nicknames and willing accepts being called by either of them, though it all depends on your relationship to her whether you are allowed to use a certain name. All of them are availabe to family members and Cora is available to absolutely everyone she knows, simply because she feels Coraline sounds a bit too highbrow to fit her at times, but if you’re not a blood relative, you’ll have to earn the right to use a certain batch.

iii. Another (nerdy) passion of hers are languages and literature. Her library at home was excessive, mostly dominated by classics even though the first book series she fell in love with was, unsurprisingly, Harry Potter (Hermione being the first character she ever identified with), but not at all limited to those or merely English literature in general. She more or less fluently speaks English, German, Spanish, French and Italian at this point and is looking to branch out into the Asian and African continent if she should find the time to acquire more.

iv. People tend to assume she is joking but her instrument of choice and the only one she can play exceptionally well is the ukulele. Sometimes, when is trying to clear her mind, one can find her strumming away on it, lost in thought or composing her own original songs — though she would stop singing immediately the second she realises she has company as her singing voice is one of the few things she isn’t confident in.

v. As a child, she had a pet rabbit called Cookie whom she would carry around with her wherever she was allowed to bring him. Her trust in him was so strong that he ended up being the only creature she would tell her secrets to and thus his demise hit her even harder than most kids. Still, she owns a locket her mother gave her when she wouldn’t stop grieving with a photo of the rabbit as well as a small strand of its fur. She doesn’t wear it anymore but keeps it in her jewellery box and likes to hold onto it for comfort when she is devastatingly sad.

Character Quote

“The water sustains me without even trying; the water can’t drown me, I’m done with my dying.” — The Water by Johnny Flynn

If your character had a patronus what would it be? and why?

Regardless of the fact that she had one as a child, Cora has long since assumed that her patronus would have to be a rabbit. Like her, they are all too often underestimated and deemed weak and cowardly yet they tend to have the upper hand even in very perilous situations, are resilient and clever.

WRITING SAMPLE

The world’s mysteries at the reach of her fingertips; an ambitious dream but hardly out of line for someone as dedicated. She had grasped it all but love, love alone should proof to be her Achilles’ heel. A good generously dished out by her parents, her family, the selected few who had her trust but none of it had been acquired through war, battled for, pursued with utmost urgency. Someone as composed, controlled and seemingly emotionally cold as her had to be too focused to be distracted by sinful, weakening impulses, right?

Alas, her time would come and she would succumb like a moth to the flame, drowning in its waves, forceful as a tsunami. Succumb gladly, until the fairytale turned bad.

Michael had been a good match for her, they had all said so, constant affirmation honey on a greedy winner’s tongue. As per usual, she was on top of the world, one part of the school’s dream couple. The ugly duckling had once and for all become a swan of radiant, unstoppable beauty, making memories she was hoping to cherish forever despite being a realist by birth. Deep down, Cora had known that this would be a fleeting love, like most puppy loves: intense, all-consuming but as quickly to burn out as it had first been sparked. All these nights, wrapped up in each other or out in the countryside with his old Mercedes, silently watching the stars with Cigarettes After Sex on the car stereo — all of them turned into regrets when she could no longer fight her suspicions, with one swift swipe of her thumb. Why did Michael have to be just about the only person on this planet who still didn’t use a passcode for his phone?

She had come out to visit him in his dorm as she did every other weekend ever since he had left for university, being a year her senior, and was waiting for him to return to the bathroom when she just had to give in and choose the worst possible pastime option. Teeth dug into her bottom lip, an inner voice scolding her for becoming one of those distrusting girls who went through their boyfriend’s phones, the kind she deemed ridiculous just a year before but distance had made her see their point all too clearly. Cora squeezed her eyes shut as her fingertip brushed against the green icon leading her straight to Michael’s messages. A pause, a breath, a beat and she pressed down anyway, fluttering lids giving room to widened pupils as her whole world came crashing down. Figuratively, of course, though at the time it felt literal, the weight of it crushing her heart into a billion shards, provisorily patched up by nothing but pure, unadulturated rage.

Her fist curled up around the mobile phone, teeth gritted as she forced herself to take a deep, albeit shaky breath. ‘Be rational,’ Cora’s mind warned her with the warmth of the big sister the universe hadn’t allowed her to have. ‘Give him a chance to explain. Don’t just assume things that fit your paranoia.’ Only that she didn’t have to assume. It was perfectly fucking clear. The phone’s screen cracked under the force of her grip without her even paying attention to it just before the door swung open again, marking the return of a cheerful now ex-boyfriend to be. “Who’s Louise?” was all she could recall herself saying to him, her tone verging on a screeching scream. “Who the fuck is Louise?” Stuttered explanations fell on deaf ears, her vision blurred by anger as she scrambled to her feet, the phone dropping onto the bed and her empty fist now hitting the boy’s chest, once, twice — but not thrice for a soft push had sent him flying into the wall behind him, leaving the two of them dumbstruck with fear.

Panic pushed its way through the raging curtain, prompting Cora to rely on her instincts and flee, her pace steadily sped up until she ran to safety, to her escape, to her car. Instantly, she locked the doors from the inside, fumbling to stick her keys into the ignition but dropping them in shock, her breathing unsteady, eyes glued to the inside of her right palm. Blood dripped from small but undeniable cuts in her skin, some of them pricked by small glass shards driven deeply into the soft surface for which she had only one explanation — one explanation that was, under no circumstances, possible whatsoever. Then again…

Could this really have been her doing? All of this? Hell, she was half Michael’s size and weight. Even the mere thought of her being capable of pushing him into a wall without using excruciating force or of cracking a phone’s screen onehandedly went against all logic. Yet…

It took her ten minutes to finally lean down and pick up her keys. Ten minutes filled with heavy breathing, shivering and tears. Ten minutes and a fuzzy mind fumbling for a reasonable explanation as though its life depended on it. At last, she turned them in the ignition, foot pressing down on the clutch pedal. Perhaps it was her wrath. Perhaps it had become an odd driving force that enabled her to access supernatural powers, like those distressed mothers trying to rescue their kids by lifting cars and the likes. Granted, not the best example but it made some sense, right? Right. Another deep breath as she backed out of the parking lot. That had to be it.

Nothing unsual. All was well. Just your average, enraged girl who had been cheated on. She may have always been a bit of the odd one out but that odd? No fucking way.

ANYTHING ELSE?

thank you loads for taking the time to read my messy incoherent crap!! i haven’t written a bio in months and i’m afraid it shows, unfortunately — & my favourite colour is royal blue c:

[kiss-my-freckle]

Cats & Dogs

The theme of cats and dogs in this show.  Pt. 1 of 2, with random images.

Red likes both cats and dogs, but I believe he prefers cats. He has a cat in his second-story flat. 

Liz likes both cats and dogs, but I believe she prefers cats. 

Ressler in 2x17:  "At least you’ve got a dog. That’s one up on me."

Liz hasn’t had Hudson since she was framed and went on the run. 

She gets to meet Red’s cat in Leonard Caul. 

Liz in 2x19: “Hey, sweetheart. Hi, kitty.”

Aram gives us a cat video in 4x13.

Carla is a dog person, as is Jennifer. In 2x1, we see a dog drawing behind Frank, but also a picture of a cat by her kitchen door, and she has a subscription to CatFanatic. "I had a life, you know? My daughter had a life with a house and a dog. And then I woke up one day."  In 2x4, she ends up with Monica’s dog. 

I believe Kirk is a dog person. 

There’s a childrens book about a dog in the Summer Palace. 

Cats, Dogs, and Dialogues. 

Red in 1x2: “Italian dog born with two heads." Red in 1x4: "Dogs are not our whole life, but they do make some lives whole."

The Stewmaker has a dog.

The Courier's father started putting him in dog fights when he was 11.  

Red in 1x7: "The second, vaporized by a drone in Quetta, courtesy of your colleagues in the five-sided foxhole."

In 1x8: Nathaniel Wolff.

Garrick in 1x9: Tabletop to blue wolf. Send a short chalk back to the armory.

In 1x12- Liz: Tassels? Is that her dog? Ressler: No, it’s the guy. He’s a hedge-fund guy. Pink shirt, loafers with those tassels.

In 1x13, Flounder the dog finds Kate Ellison's body.

In 1x15, Connolly speaks to Liz: "Harold’s been telling me what a great agent you are. Dog with a bone."

In 1x17, Red speaks of Kate: "Your ability to locate a crime scene never ceases to amaze. You’re like a human bloodhound."

Red in 1x19: "I had a water pump go out in Pagosa Springs. Bitch of a mountain Wolf Creek Pass."

Red in 1x22: "Oh, my goodness, no. I’m not a monster. You really think I’d harm a dog?"

Red of Samar in 2x1: "Effectively turning every earth-toned Zegna tie into a homing device. Brilliant. Just like a bloodhound."

Red in 2x5: "You’re the most gifted tracker I know, Glen, but your mouth runs like a scalded dog."

In 2x6, Red is watching a program on tv about tigers in India.

Red speaking of Berlin in 2x8: "Well, now your dog is tracking a new scent."

The F-22 pilot in 2x9: "Paper-Dog, we are 10-zero minutes from primary target."

Ressler in 2x11: "She’s having room service. What, are you in the doghouse?"

Judge Denner in 2x15: So indicated. That said, I fail to understand how a routine grand jury investigation into a local homicide justifies a dog-and-pony show of such dramatic proportions.

Liz in 2x15: "I had a very simple life. A husband I loved, a dog."

Judge Denner speaking of Connolly in 2x16: "Well, well, well. Reven Wright said that Main Justice would be sending an attack dog."

Red in 3x2: "Becky from the old firm? The paralegal. Oh, my God. You old dog."

Caul in 3x4: "Had to dig out my Agency rolodex to find someone who recognized him. Name’s Matias Solomon - a real lone wolf."

Ressler in 3x6: "The Director gave his attack dogs the real address so they could get Halmi and kill Reddington and Keen."

The Director of Red in 3x9: "Follows you around like a faithful bloodhound. But you still don’t know?"

In 3x11. Janet Macnamara has dogs: "First thing tomorrow, you will inform your superiors that the trauma of today’s experience was such that you have re-ordered your priorities and wish to spend more time with Bob, Tyler, and the dogs."

Red in 3x12: "My, God. Gerald, burying your business in the dirt like a dog. How the mighty have fallen."

In 3x13 & 3x14. Alistair Pitt loves his two dogs. They end up with Glen.

Ressler in 3x13: "I hate magicians. That and lap dogs. I mean, I really hate lap dogs."

Aram in 3x17: "I was gonna lose a few pounds to fit in my new slim-fit suit, which is houndstooth, by the way..."

Red in 3x21: "Laurel’s as crooked as a dog’s hind leg."

Red in 3x23: "Agent Ressler. Aren’t you the dog on a scent?"

The Hunter has a dog. When he first saves Kate, he keeps her chained up like a dog. 

Aram in 4x5: "And in addition to two PTA presidents and an amazing doggy daycare-"

Red in 4x7: "Willie Adair. Back home they call him “Barking Mad Willie.” He has this pack of absolutely voracious wolf hounds."

In 4x7, one of Dr. Adrian Shaw's victims is named Mr. Fox

Wendy in 4x9: "You wanna help? Come and fold some laundry. I gotta go. Lazy Bones just barfed in the kitchen."

Red in 4x9: "It’s up to you, Robert. Would you prefer to be in the White House or the doghouse?"

In 4x11- Emma: Well, this should help. Hair of the dog. Liz: Oh, that wasn’t a dog. That was a wooly mammoth.

Red's story of Kate's sister in 4x11: “They didn’t count on Dodger’s call to nature. So Maureen had a choice between remaining silent or doing the right thing. She chose to testify. And while she helped to bring Alexei Lagunov to justice, she also forfeited the rest of her life in doing so. She’s on that list.”

Sam has a dog named Gordo in 4x17.

Annie in 4x17: “Hope you don’t mind. I need saving from the wolves. If I had a hose, I’d spray ’em down.”

Ex-Con in 4x17. Spoke of Mato: "There’s no reason for Nikos to send his dog Mato after me. That psychopath just broke my brother’s jaw lookin’ for me."

Kate in 4x17: "I kept my word to you. When you hired me, you told me to choose Elizabeth over you. And so I tried to help her disappear to a safe place with her newborn daughter. And for that, you put me down like a mad dog."

Gale in 4x18: "There was no unaccounted-for DNA anywhere. It all belonged to Fowler and to Teacup, her uh, her dog. Watch out. Pomeranians have tiny bladders."

Red in 4x19: "I must admit, I’ve always been somewhat seduced by the idea. Bill Miner, the old gray fox."

Kate in 4x19: "Oh, Raymond. You may have bitten the hand that feeds you this time, dearie. Every one of Werner’s allies will be out hunting to put you down. Are you going to cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war, Raymond?"

Red in 4x21: "Incentive - the currency of politicians, dog trainers, and criminals."

In Soundtracks that I know of-

In 4x12, Heartbeats by José González gives a wolf reference.

In 4x17, Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover by Sadie B Hawkins gives a dog reference.

In 2x9, Blood on My Name by The Brothers Bright references hounds of hell.

Tom’s dog references will be posted in pt 2, since there are so many.