#I hid an answer in the illusion

[adelliet]

Wolverine x f!reader

SILENT HUNT

Summary: You are running from the FBI, spending days hiding and surviving until you meet a man who helped you and saved your life.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, corn with plot, soft Logan, harassment, age gap (reader in 20s Logan in his 30s), reader is much smaller than Logan, mentions of trauma, hunting animals, light fingering, oral (f!receiving), nicknames (sweetie, princess), unprotected sex ( p i v ), aftercare, praise kink, good~sweet ending

A/n: Hey so um I didn't expect it to be so long 0-0 sorry for that…but I hope you're gonna like it (I'm going insane over this man help)

,,She ran this way!” You heard one of the cops shouting. You knew they were up your ass. Despite your speed, sooner or later they will catch up. You couldn't allow that.

You quickly tried to analyze the environment around you and when your eyes spotted a thick bush, you took advantage of it and quickly hid behind it. You couldn't hide here forever, but you wanted to gain some time to think. Terrified, you looked around, desperately trying to find a place where you could hide longer.

"Where did she go?!" You recognized the bitter male voice. It belonged to one of them, actually to the main guy who destroyed you. Who used you and turned you into the monster you are now. He took away your rights, your dignity, your life. He didn't care that he could've killed you. You were just a lab rat to him who had beneficially succeeded his experiment.

Just his tone made your heart rate rise, your claws were pressing against your knuckles, struggling to break through. You concentrate all your nerves for stopping the mutant DNA inside you bubble to the surface. The rage and hatred for the man was incalculable, but you couldn't attack him. At least, not right now. You just had to wait quietly for him and his entire team to leave.

"Fuck! Find her or I'll cut your throat!" he shouted angrily. Then you heard vehicles and thousands of footsteps finally fading away from you. You were holding your breath the whole time, finally relieving yourself and carefully climbed out from the bush. You did have a clear air, for now. Time was precious at the moment and you decided to use it well. That's why the moment you left your previous hiding spot, you ran after your goal.

Any shack, abandoned building or cabin would be ideal. Well, your wish was granted. You hadn't been running for long before you saw a small wooden cabin in the distance. Your eyes lit up, excited smile forming on your face. There was still a hope.

Running to the door, you weren't even going to waste time knocking. You rush inside and close the door by leaning against it. You throw your head back, trying to calm your breathing, before opening your eyes again.

You were quite surprised. The furniture and everything in the cabin looked exceedingly good. As if someone lived here. You barely took two steps forward and were about to continue exploring, but you were stopped by sharp objects lightly touching your back. "Who are you and what do you want" a rough male voice made your breath stuck in your throat, goosebumps rose all over your body.

You started shaking and you knew if you won't speak asap, you are dead. But your ability to talk was quite interrupted by those really sharp objects pressing on your back. Yet you inhale deeply and tried to answer calmly.

"I need to hide from the FBI..." there was a moment of silence. "They want me" "Why?" You could still feel the knives touching your back, keeping you in a position where you couldn't do anything but answer. "They want my DNA..." again there was a silent pause until the man finally set you free, so you could finally turn around and see his face.

Your eyes widened. You didn't expect this. It was pretty tall man, at least 6 feet tall. You admired his beard and hair, which created a strange illusion of a wild animal. His hands were huge, not only his biceps but also his palms. When he sees your face, his eyes soften. He did not expect this either.

"Why they want your DNA?" he asked with confusion in his voice. Before you manage to say anything, you hear vehicles outside the cabin. Your instincts immediately got the better of you and claws came out of your knuckles in self-defense. Logan pulled back in surprise and looked at you with raised eyebrow.

He had so many questions but this wasn't the time to ask. He knew that. He smelled your fear and saw your terrified eyes, you've been through a lot. Besides, you didn't look like someone who wanted to hurt him. "Go, hide under the bed in that room" he pointed to one of the doors and you wasted no time.

You did as he told you so and waited, your pulse raising again. "Wait until I tell you" he whispered before he closed the door. No sooner had he closed it, than they aggressively knocked with the words "FBI open the door or we break in!”

Your mind was filled with million scenarios and they weren't in a positive light. What if they find you? What if you get caught and you never see day light again? What if they try more experiments on you until you suffer to death? What if they kill you as soon as they see you? These questions spawned in your head as you tried to control your breathing.

"Hello gentlemen, how can I help you?"

"Have you seen this girl?" you quietly listened to their conversation expectantly. "No, why is she missing or someth-" 

"That's none of your bussines sir, just answer honestly. Have you seen this girl running through here?" you heard rich laugh as you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "Are you for real? I haven't seen a single soul in here for couple of years..." your breathing and heart raise was slowly going back to normal speed and rhythm. "Okay, let us check the cabin and we can leave" fuck. Just when you though you won…

“I told you I haven't seen her-" "We have the right to come in sir, now stand back or force will come" You could feel beads of sweat rolling down your forehead. You're done. You weren't ready for it but you had no choice. At least you tried. Hope dies last, how they say…

You quietly awaited your fate and listened to the slow stomping around the cabin. There were only a few seconds left before they will enter the room where you were hiding. "Sir I told you I haven't seen that girl!" that wolf-looking guy kept trying to save you and chase them away before they find you. It was pointless. Not only did they not listen to him, but they just accelerated the search.

There it is.

All that running, all that hiding and all that starving was for nothing. Everything led to only one result, which will now be fulfilled.

The hair on your arms stood on end when you heard a loud creaking of the door. You held your breath as you watched the massive black boots move eerily slowly around the room. Then you heard more faster footsteps, before seeing shoes. They were different, so you recognized that this was your salvation.

"I don't know what you're looking for in here. I've told you several times that I've never seen that girl!" you watched the shoes of both men with frightened eyes. There was a silence for a moment, before you heard the transmitter switch on. "All clear" a weight lift off your heart when you heard those words. You waited still, as you were told to do so.

“Alright, you can come out now” you literally jumped out from under the bed and were completely changed. The scared expression turned to excited and your eyes shone like never before. You felt incredible relief, but mostly you were grateful.

"Thank you so much!" he just nodded and checked you up and down before going somewhere else. You followed him, curious what will happen next.

"So now you're going to tell me why they want your DNA?" he raised his eyebrow as he poured rum into the glass. You watched him for a while, observing his large, big, massive hands until you caught yourself. You cleared your throat akwardly.

“I'm…a successful lab experiment” his face expression still didn't change, letting you know he wanted more. "I was born as a normal person, but these guys took me from my parents and used me as their lab rat. They tried to give me DNA from some mutant" he listened carefully, being very interested in your speech. "The chance of me dying was over 90%, but I survived even with mutant genes. They want to know how it's possible. That's why they want me"

You look down, remembering all the traumatic experiences from the lab. "I know what it's like" You look up at him. "I've been…lab rat too" he looked thoughtfully at his hand before sharp claws came out from his knuckles. You gasped quietly, before squeezing your eyes. "You are Wolverine!" you said in disbelief. He looks at you with furrowed brows. "Am I that famous?" you scoffed and shook your head. "They talked about you a lot in the lab. You were...their insiration"

"Well that isn't that something I should be proud of huh?" he chuckled, joking sarcastically but he had a point. You watched his claws. They were much bigger, sharper than yours. "Adamantium" he got your attention again, watching his claws. "Unbreakable metal. I have it instead of my bones" he slid them back in and looked at your face to finally see your reaction.

"Really? That must've hurt..." "Like hell" he agreed and took a sip. He held out the glass to you. It took you a moment to understand what he wanted. "Oh no thank you, I don't drink" you shake your hand and suck your lips into a thin line. "Good girl" he nodded and instead of placing the glass on the counter, he drank it to the bottom and only then put it down.

"But you also have…these don't you?" he asked you and you nodded. "Yeah but my bones are not made from that metal, only these" you also wanted to flex so you took your claws out. There were only two sharp ones on one hand, but they were enough.

"I see..." he poured another shot of rum into his glass and drank it immediately. You were starting to worry about his livers. "I'm Logan by the way" you smiled, introducing yourself too. He repeated your name to himself, smiling at the way those letters tickle his tongue.

"What about your family, where are they now?" your smile dropped immediately and you looked down again. “I don't know” you whispered darkly, hoping, praying that they are still alive. Logan realized that this was probably an inappropriate question and instantly began to act.

"Anyway, are you hungry?" he opened a fridge and looked around there. Of course you were hungry. You were starving. You couldn't remember the last time you had normal meat, vegetables or fruit. Practically any normal food.

You didn't want to sound annoying tho, but before you could say no, Logan was already taking spaghetti out of the fridge. “These are leftovers from yesterday…I can make more if you want” you wanted to refuse the offer, but the longer you watched and smelled the aromatic smell of meat and tomatoes, saliva started pooling in your mouth. Your stomach rumbled and that was a sign that you had to accept Logan's food.

"Here" he handed you a fork which you quickly grab and started eating like an animal. Logan was surprised, he watched you with raised eyebrows but later, he understood. He was glad he could help you. A warm grin began to form on his face so he quickly looked away and pretended to be busy with something, while he kept an eye on you and checking when you are finished. It wasn't even ten minutes and your plate was empty. Completely empty.

After you wiped your lips and calmed your beast inside you a bit, you thanked and gave Logan a grateful puppy eyes. He smiled a bit and nodded. "Do you want more?" you shake your head even though you wouldn't mind extra portion.

There was an awkward silence for a while. Neither of you knew what to talk about, however both of you were thinking the exact same thing. What will happen next? Will Logan let you stay here or will he kick you out? You were so desperately curious, but too scared to ask.

You decided to use reverse psychology. "I should get going" Logan jerked his head and frowned. "Have you lost your mind?" you look up at him, eyes big and sparkling. "You can't leave, definitely not now" and your trick worked. Your heart warmed when Logan let you stay. He was the first person in a long time to be kind to you. You valued him immensely.

The evening came. You were so tired and looking forward to wrapping yourself in the covers and falling asleep. Logan let you sleep in his bed while he slept on the couch. It must've been really uncomfortable, but he wanted to give you some space.

You evoked something in him that no one had been able to do for a long time. Compassion. You both have a pretty similar past and you've been through hard times, why should he be mean to you? Plus, you looked so innocent, so soft and beautiful. Oh you are beautiful.

The moment you turned around and your eyes met, it was as if time stood still. He felt his heart race, yet everything around him faded into silence. Your gaze held him captive, soft yet intense, as though you could see through every layer of him.

You seemed both familiar and mysterious, like a dream he wanted to keep reliving. And your eyes, there was something about them. So bright, yet with a hidden depth, as if they held secrets you weren't ready to share. Just looking into them left him breathless, his thoughts scattering with each heartbeat.

As he lay on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Of course, it was only natural that you’d occupy his thoughts; after all, you were a new event in his life. But this was different. He wasn’t just thinking about you in any ordinary way. His thoughts lingered on you in a way that maybe he shouldn’t have allowed.

There was a heat in his chest, a longing he couldn’t shake off. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have you near in a way that went beyond the boundaries of mere thoughts. The thought of you, of the way you made him feel, ignited something inside of him…a desire, a craving, that he wasn’t sure how to control.

You weren't much better of.

You could feel it, the connection between you, like an invisible thread tugging at your heart, pulling your thoughts to him. As you lay beneath the blankets, you couldn’t escape the images of him. His face, rugged and intense. His hair, wild and untamed, like the ears of a wolf, a perfect reflection of his untouchable, yet undeniable nature. You could almost smell the mix of rum and cigarettes that clung to him, that scent that was both comforting and dangerously alluring.

But it was his hands, those massive hands, that lingered in your mind the most. They were like a sign of safety, as if Logan could protect you from the world. Even now, surrounded by the softness of the sheets, you couldn’t escape the heat Logan left behind, the longing that burned inside you.

You couldn’t sleep. Your mind was too consumed with thoughts of Logan. Every time you closed your eyes, his face was there, vivid in your mind. His intense gaze, the roughness of his voice, the way he moved. It was as if he was everywhere, and you couldn’t escape him, no matter how hard you tried.

You tossed and turned, the sheets tangled around you, but no matter what, sleep didn’t come. It was like your body and mind were in conflict. You were exhausted, but the thought of him wouldn’t let you rest.

Finally, as the hours passed, your thoughts began to blur, the constant tug of his presence softening. Slowly, your breathing slowed, and the weight of the day caught up with you. The last thing you remember was the faintest image of him lingering in your mind before sleep finally claimed you.

You woke with a start, gasping for air, your body drenched in sweat. Your heart raced as the remnants of the nightmare clung to you like a heavy fog. You were back in the lab, the sterile, suffocating air, the cold metal table beneath you, the sharp sting of needles, the hum of machines monitoring your every heartbeat. The doctors—no, they weren’t doctors—had done this to you.

The pain… it was unbearable. You had screamed in your mind, desperate to escape, to survive. But it hadn’t been enough. The dream always ended the same way: your body convulsing, your breath leaving you, your heart stopping. You died there.

And then, as the darkness closed in, your eyes shot open. The scream tore from your throat before you could stop it, raw and terrified. Your body trembled, the terror from the nightmare still alive inside you.

A voice, low and familiar, cut through the panic. “Hey, hey… are you okay?” Logan’s voice, filled with concern, echoed in the quiet of the room. You blinked rapidly, your eyes focusing on him. You were safe. Your were alive. But your mind was still trapped in that place, that nightmare. The pain, the fear… it was all too real.

“Logan…” you breathed, your voice shaking, your body still trembling as his presence grounded you.His brows furrowed as he moved closer, his hand instinctively reaching for your.

He took both your small, trembling hands into his one, massive palm, covering them completely. Logan's rough thumb gently stroked across the back of your hand, the warmth and weight of his touch grounding you, bringing you back from the dark memories of the nightmare.

“Hey,” he murmured softly, his voice low and comforting. “You’re safe now. You’re okay.” He kept his voice calm, his thumb continuing to trace soothing circles as he waited for your breathing to even out. Slowly, you began to calm, your fingers loosening in his grip.

“I… I had a nightmare,” you whispered, barely able to meet his eyes, feeling the remnants of fear still lingering. Logan gave a slight nod, his gaze steady and understanding. “It’s okay. I get those too.” He didn’t press you, just held your hands in his, keeping his presence steady, like an anchor. He stayed there a few moments longer, not moving, until he was sure you were truly alright.

When he finally started to release her hands and stand, her fingers tightened around his. “Wait… would you… stay with me?” You asked, hope and despair could be heard in your throbbing voice.

He glanced at you for a moment, reading the vulnerability in your eyes, and gave a brief nod. “Sure,” he said softly, settling back down by your side. You felt a wave of relief wash over you, as his presence remained close. Gently, he kept your hands in his, his steady, quiet strength surrounding you, until you drifted off again, finally feeling safe.

The sun's rays shone directly into your eyes through the blinds, waking you up. You moved a bit and left a pleased quiet yawn from your lips. You realized you were lying on top of Logan's bare chest, his massive hand resting on your hip. The realization left you in shock for a small moment. After all, it felt comfortable.

The heat from his body warmed yours, his heartbeat was slow in rhythm and you enjoyed listening to it. It was a lovely melody that you wouldn't get tired of.

You slowly looked over at Logan, who was still sleeping. You couldn’t help but let your gaze linger a bit longer, taking in every detail. The way his profile softened under the light, the relaxed way he held himself, like he belonged nowhere else but right here, right now. Your heart began to race, almost as if you'd just realized something you hadn’t quite let yourself feel before.

There was a flutter deep inside you, a mix of nerves and excitement, tiny, electric sparks that seemed to move from her your to your stomach, filling it with a soft, almost dizzying warmth.

You'd heard people talk about “butterflies,” but until now, you hadn’t understood just how real they were. It was overwhelming but oddly comforting at the same time, like an emotion you'd always wanted to feel but never quite believed you would.

You could barely focus, all your senses drawn toward Logan, wondering if he’d notice how your cheeks were flushed, or if he could sense the way your pulse seemed to echo in your ears. In that moment, everything else faded, and it was just you. Just you, discovering that maybe, just maybe, you were falling for him.

Suddenly, Logan woke up. You quickly closed your eyes, pretending to be asleep. You wanted to avoid any awkward situation where he might realize you'd been watching him sleep. What kind of creep does that? He’d definitely think you were crazy, and you weren't about to risk that.

He took a deep breath and clumsily looked around. He seemed confused, but you understood why. After a long, deep sleep, it made sense. Once he finally got his bearings, remembering where he was or who he was, he realized the position the two of you were in. He quickly jerked his hand away from your hip. Part of him enjoyed it, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. That was the last thing he wanted.

He yawned loudly, and you took the opportunity to pretend you are waking up too. He looked at you and couldn’t help but smile. Even though it was morning, you still looked so stunning and majestic. You glanced at him and pretended that you had only just realized you were lying on him. Quickly, you pulled away and cleared your throat awkwardly. He chuckled under his breath and stretched his arms.

“Good morning,” he said in his rough morning voice, sending strange waves of pleasure down between your legs. Quietly and shyly, you murmured a good morning back and stretched your back.

“Did you sleep better?” he asked, sitting up so he could at least see half of your face. You nodded, looking at him with a grateful smile. He returned the smile, and when he felt his cheeks starting to warm, he decided to get out of bed. “I’ll go make breakfast,” he added before leaving the room.

You couldn’t shake the lingering scent of Logan, as you lay in bed for a few moments longer. The nightmare had already faded from your mind. You stepped out of the room and made your way to the kitchen, where Logan was at the stove, frying eggs and bacon in a skillet. He looked up at her, did a quick double-take, and smiled. Inside, though, you felt anything but fresh. You felt grimy, sweaty, and were sure your breath wasn’t at its best. “Mind if I use your shower?” You asked softly, your voice shy. Logan nodded and pointed down the hall.

Before you left the room, though, you naturally realized, that your clothes weren't clean either. Feeling a bit nervous, you asked Logan again, “Um, and could I maybe borrow some of your clothes?”

The question seemed to catch him off guard, but he couldn’t say no. “Yeah, I’ve got some shirts in the closet,” he replied, focusing intently on the bacon in the pan without looking at you.

You whispered a soft thank you and went to find something of his to wear. You found a red flannel shirt, and it smelled incredible. You couldn’t resist, taking a deep inhale of the scent was like breathing in Logan himself, a scent so intoxicating it felt like a drug.

Finally, you went to shower, freshen up, and take care of a little hygiene. You tossed your dirty clothes aside and slipped into Logan’s shirt. It hung loosely around you, the hem falling nearly to your thighs and the sleeves draping well past your hands. It felt oversized, almost like a protective blanket, wrapping you in his warmth. His scent, smoky, rugged, with a hint of rum, was woven into the fabric, surrounding you completely.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, the warm scent of breakfast led you toward the kitchen. Logan had just finished setting the plates, but when he looked up and saw you in his oversized flannel shirt, he froze.

It was clear it was his, unmistakably his, and seeing you in it stirred something fierce within him. He couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming over you, taking in how small you looked wrapped up in his clothes. But it wasn't just that, It was the way it clung to you in places, falling just so across your curves, that drove him wild. The collar hung slightly open, teasing him with glimpses of bare skin, and he found himself aching to close that distance, to run his hands along your waist and pull you close, inhaling that soft scent of yours now mingled with his own.

He swallowed hard, silently praying you couldn’t read his thoughts, because the things running through his mind right then were nowhere near decent. Trying to keep his composure, he gave you a lopsided smile. Get it together, he thought, but it was hopeless. All he could think about was how right it felt to see you in his shirt and how much he was craving for your lips right now.

When Logan finished his breakfast, he pushed back from the table and wiped his mouth. He looked ready to leave, grabbing his jacket and placing his hands on the table, looking resolute, like he planned something.

“Alright, I’m heading out for a hunt. Need to stock up for the week,” he said, his voice firm and unwavering.

You paused for a moment, then looked up at him. You weren’t sure if that was a good idea. After all, the FBI is still looking for you and who knows if they'll come to search the cabin again. This time Logan won't be there to protect you. But it wasn't just the FBI that worried you. You didn't want to be alone. You didn't want Logan to leave for god knows how long. You wanted to be with him.

“Y-you're going hunting?” you assured, trying to keep your tone as casual as possible. “Yeah,” he replied, already moving toward the door. “Won’t take long. Just need to get an early start.” You didn’t want him to go alone, and you definitely didn’t want to stay behind.

“Can I come with you?” you blurted out quickly to get his attention before he left. Logan slowly turned and looked at you blankly. “I don’t have anything else to do and… I’d like to help. Can you take me with you?”

Logan was surprised. His eyes softened a bit, but he still seemed unsure. He lowered his head slightly, his face unreadable, as he thought it over. You couldn’t tell if he was considering the idea or just trying to decide how to say no.

“This isn’t exactly a leisure trip, you know?” he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “And it’s not exactly safe. This isn’t the kind of place for someone without experience.”

But there was something in your eyes that made him hesitate. Maybe it was the fear in your eyes for being alone, or maybe you really wanted to learn hunting… Whatever it was, he didn’t dismiss the idea immediately.

“I know it’s not going to be easy,” you replied, looking at him intently. “But I’d feel better going with you…safer.”

Logan looked at you carefully, his gaze softening a little, though his posture was still tense. “Are you sure you can handle it?” You could tell he wasn’t as convinced as he sounded, but your puppy eyes were the last straw for him.

“Alright, fine,” he said, finally relenting. His voice was still serious, but his lips quirked into something like a smile. “Just keep up and don’t slow me down.” You smiled widely, your heart racing a little faster as you stand up from the table, excited.

Logan suddenly raised both hands, holding them in front of him like a stop sign, his expression playful but firm. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said with a smirk, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. “Where exactly do you think you’re going in that outfit?”

His tone was teasing, but there was a flicker of seriousness and concern in his gaze. You look down at yourself and realize you were wearing just his shirt and panties. This is probably not a best suit for hunting.

You looked back at Logan apologetically and a little embarrassed. He shook his head amused and went to hand you some pants.

"I hope they fit...I wore them when I was 14" You both giggled and you put the pants on right in front of him. He watched you the whole time and when you were finally dressed formally, you went out.

You walked with Logan into the woods, your eyes darting cautiously to every shadow and rustling leaf. The thought of the FBI lurking around still haunted you, keeping you tense and alert with every step. But gradually, Logan’s mere presence started to ease your nerves, grounding you in a sense of safety. He didn’t need to say anything; just being near him seemed to calm your racing mind.

Then, a sudden snap of a branch echoed through the trees. Without thinking, you moved closer to Logan, pressing against him instinctively. Your heartbeat quickened, and your breath caught in your chest, certain that you were being watched. But Logan, calm and unbothered, scanned the trees and then nodded toward the source of the sound.

“It’s just a squirrel,” he murmured with a small, amused smile.

You exhaled, your shoulders relaxing as you glanced up at him, feeling a little silly but reassured.

You and Logan kept moving deeper into the woods, his steady pace reassuring even as you couldn’t quite shake the edge of tension from earlier. After a while, Logan spotted a deer grazing in the distance. He motioned for you to be quiet, and the two of you slowly crept toward it.

You both took cover behind a bush, and you watched as Logan readied himself to take aim. But something in you hesitated, you couldn’t help but feel for the gentle creature standing unaware, and a wave of reluctance washed over you. Turning to him, you whispered, trying to convince him, “It’s just a helpless animal…”

Logan’s jaw tightened, a hint of irritation crossing his face. But after a moment, his expression softened as he looked at you, and he let out a quiet sigh. Though a bit begrudgingly, he lowered his weapon.

“Fine,” he muttered, barely concealing a small smirk. Together, you moved on to search for something smaller, Logan leading the way with a slight shake of his head, as if both amused and exasperated.

After walking a little further, you both spotted a wild boar rummaging around the forest floor. Though the idea still tugged painfully at you, you managed to steel yourself, accepting that Logan would take this one down. Once again, you crouched behind cover, careful to stay hidden from the boar’s sight.

Logan took aim and fired, the shot ringing out sharply in the quiet of the woods. You flinched slightly, a quick jolt of surprise, but it wasn’t as bad as you expected. With just one shot, Logan brought the boar down, his skill evident in that single, precise hit. “Come on” he clicked his head towards the animal and you slowly followed him.

When you reached the fallen animal, a wave of sadness stirred in you, seeing it lying there. Logan noticed your expression, and without a word, he stepped closer to you, his gaze softening.

He placed a warm, steady hand on your shoulder, grounding you. “Hey,” he murmured gently, his voice low and calm. “It’s alright. I know this feels…heavy.” His hand moved in a slow, reassuring circle, and you could feel the tension in your body start to melt just a little.

“Hunting isn’t easy, but sometimes it’s necessary. Out here, it’s survival.”

You looked up at him, catching the quiet sympathy in his eyes. The faint lines at the corners of his eyes softened as he gave you a small smile. “We use what we take,” he added, as if sensing you needed something more to ease your mind. “Nothing goes to waste.”

His thumb brushed your shoulder with an unexpected tenderness, and the weight on your chest began to lift. You nodded, still feeling a little heavy-hearted but reassured by his words. “Thank you,” you whispered, feeling his warmth seeping through you.

Logan gave your shoulder one last squeeze, lingering just a moment before he released you. “Come on,” he said, his tone back to its usual steady resolve. “We’ll take care of him. I’ll show you how.”

He began to prepare the boar, his movements efficient but respectful, and you felt grateful that he understood the balance between survival and compassion.

Logan already carried two boars effortlessly over his shoulders, his strength nothing short of superhuman. Watching him handle such weight so casually stirred a flicker of admiration and something else, a heated thrill you couldn’t quite ignore.

When he looked over with a faint smirk, you felt warmth rise to your cheeks and quickly glanced away, flustered. Logan caught the gesture, and a low chuckle escaped him.

Then, without warning, he pressed a firm hand against your chest, stopping you in your tracks. His gaze turned serious, and he tilted his head toward the trees up ahead. “See that?” he whispered, nodding toward another boar just in the distance.

You nodded, heart thumping a little faster. Together, you crept forward, crouching low as you hid yourselves behind a bush. Logan carefully lowered the animals he was carrying to the ground and pulled out his rifle, eyes focused on the target. For a few seconds, he lined up his shot, but then he turned his gaze toward you, a determined glint in his eye.

“If you’re going to survive out here, you’re going to have to learn how to handle this,” he murmured, holding the rifle out to you. With a nod, he motioned for you to move in closer.

For a moment, you hesitated, but the intensity in Logan’s eyes drew you in. You stepped closer, until you were pressed against him, his sturdy form shielding you from behind. The closeness felt reassuring, comforting even, yet you struggled to focus on anything other than the way his body molded perfectly against yours.

Slowly, you reached out for the rifle, feeling its unexpected weight. Sensing your effort, Logan wrapped his hands around yours, helping you hold it steady. You both gripped it together, his strong hands guiding yours.

The warmth of Logan’s chest pressed against your back sent shivers down your spine, awakening a flood of excitement that you couldn’t control. His strong arms surrounded you, hands wrapped firmly around yours on the rifle, steady and commanding. Each breath he took brushed softly against your neck, and you found yourself unable to think of anything but his presence. Solid, protective, and impossibly close.

His touch was rough but careful, and the way his fingers enveloped yours made your pulse race. You couldn’t ignore the way his grip felt, strong and possessive, sending waves of thrill and desire through you.

He covered you like a protective barrier, making you feel safe enough to face anything.

“All right,” he murmured in a voice that was dark, smooth, almost too tempting. “Now, aim at him.” His breath brushed your ear, making it even harder to concentrate. Your fingers touched his where they rested over yours, sending sparks down your spine. But you tried your best to focus, steadying your gaze on the boar ahead.

“That’s it,” he encouraged softly, his voice a low rumble that made you take a deep breath, willing yourself to keep your aim.

Your hands were shaking a bit, but Logan’s massive hands kept the rifle steady, guiding it in perfect alignment. “Shoot,” he commanded, and for a moment, you hesitated, unsure of yourself. But then, with a gentle push from him, you squeezed the trigger, and the shot rang out. The impact sent a jolt through you, and you stumbled slightly backward into Logan’s chest. He chuckled softly, glancing down at you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and reassuring. You nodded quickly, eyes already moving to the wild boar lying motionless on the ground.

“You did it. Good job,” he praised, and the words sent another wave of satisfaction rushing through you, a pleasant heat spreading between your thighs.

Logan then stood, offering his hand to help you up, and you both walked over to inspect the boar. You felt terrible, a heavy weight pressing on your chest as you stared at the lifeless body of the wild boar, the one you had just killed. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, and a wave of guilt washed over you. But Logan didn’t seem bothered by it at all.

Without hesitation, he hoisted the dead boar over his shoulders, along with the two others, and started walking back toward the cabin with you.

Before getting in the truck, he tossed the animals into the back with ease, as though it was nothing. Then he climbed into the driver’s seat, leaving you standing outside, unsure of what to do next.

“Hop in!” Logan called out with a grin, and you quickly obeyed, climbing into the truck. “We’re going to the store. I’ll need something,” he said, and with a turn of the key, the engine roared to life.

As soon as you stepped into the store, everything felt new. You had never been inside a store before, and it amazed you. Shelves upon shelves filled with things you’d never seen, snacks, drinks, and foods that were completely unfamiliar to you. Logan had told you to stay close to him, but the overwhelming curiosity got the best of you. You couldn’t help but wander around, eyeing all the delicious treats you had no idea existed.

Suddenly, three men approached you. “Hey cutie” one of the slimy guys called out making you turn around. You raised your eyebrows innocently and incomprehension as you watched them approach you. They kept whispering something to each other and laughing, in a very creepy way.

"Damn you're a snack!" "Nice curves you've got there!" they said and kept getting closer. You backed up until you hit a shelf, not allowed to move away from them anymore. "What's a hot chick like you doing in a place like this?" the tallest guy with a beard, that smelled like rotten fish, reached out and tried to touch your arm. You flinched, trying to step away, but they only followed.

You took another step back, hoping to escape their grip, but it was no use. Another hand reached out to brush against your waist, sending a shiver of discomfort down your spine. “Yeah, come on sweetheart, don’t be shy. Let us show you a good time.”

Your heart raced, fear bubbling inside, but before you could react, you heard a familiar, low voice. “I think she’s good, boys”

He was standing there now, his arms crossed, his presence like a wall of muscle, dark eyes locked on the men. His voice was calm but deadly serious.

“And who the hell are you? You some kinda hero?”

Logan stepped closer, his gaze never leaving them. “No, I’m not. But I’ll make sure you wish you were never born if you keep this up.”

The men hesitated, clearly weighing their options. Logan’s stance and cold, threatening tone made them think twice. He reached out, grabbing one by the collar and pulling him a few inches off the ground.

“You’d better walk away. Now.” The men quickly realized they were outmatched, and with a few muttered curses, they backed off, turning and walking away in defeat. Logan kept his eyes on them, waiting until they were completely gone before letting the tension in his body ease.

He turned to you, his expression softening just slightly, though still protective. “You good?” You nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over you, though your heart was still racing. Logan’s presence had been a shield, and you couldn’t help but feel safe again.

You quietly thanked him, and Logan simply nodded. He didn’t hesitate any longer, unwilling to risk more men getting too close to you. Gently, he grabbed your waist and pulled you to his side, holding you there. You didn’t protest.

Logan’s usual cool demeanor had a hint of something else now, something possessive, as his hand rested firmly on your side. He wasn’t just guarding you, he was claiming you in a way. His thoughts were elsewhere, likely simmering with anger over what had just happened. Though he’d tried to handle things calmly with words, the desire to protect you at all costs was stronger than ever.

He might’ve been trying to be civil, but if anyone tried something again, there would be no hesitation. Logan would’ve torn them apart in seconds if you weren’t around. He had a certain control over himself, but it was clear, he didn’t like anyone stepping too close to what was his.

You came to the register, Logan paid and you left. You didn't exchange a word until then. "What would you like for dinner?" he asked, turning the subject away. He didn't want to discuss the uncomfortable situation further and make you feel uneasy. Talking about food seemed like a better topic to him.

“I don't know” Logan left you from his grip, when you were already at the car. You got inside, where Logan placed the grocery bag in the back seat, before starting the car. "We'll figure something out"

It was evening when you were finally back at the cabin, and Logan was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. The scent of fresh ingredients filled the air, mixing with the smoky, earthy aroma of the forest outside. He was focused, moving with the kind of purpose you admired. You sat on the couch, leaning back into the cushions, watching him from where you were. You were wearing a new shirt, his shirt, of course, but nothing else but your underwear.

As your eyes traced the muscles in his arms, the way his body moved as he chopped and stirred, you felt yourself growing more and more captivated by him. The warmth from the kitchen contrasted with the cool air in the room, but it only added to the heat that built inside you, a feeling that had nothing to do with temperature.

You wanted to help, of course, but when you offered, Logan shook his head. “You should rest,” he said softly, glancing over his shoulder at you, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “I’ve got this.”

With a small, reluctant sigh, you sank back further into the couch, feeling the warmth of the room settle around you. Logan finished preparing the meal, but instead of rushing to serve, he made you a cup of warm tea. The steam rose up, delicate and soothing. He handed it to you with a soft smile, the heat of the cup spilling into your hands, grounding you in the moment.

You wrapped your fingers around the warm ceramic, grateful for the comfort he offered, both physically and emotionally. The tenderness, the care he took in everything he did for you, it made you feel both vulnerable and cherished.

Logan leaned against the counter, watching you with those intense eyes of his, the same gaze that had been on you since the moment you met. It was as though you were the only thing that mattered in that moment. And you couldn’t deny the way it made your heart race.

Logan finished preparing the meal, a hearty dish of seared steaks, roasted vegetables, and mashed potatoes, the savory smells filling the cabin and making your stomach growl with anticipation. He set the plates down on the coffee table in front of the couch where you were sitting, making sure everything was just right. You couldn’t help but smile, taking in the scene. The warm glow of the lights in the cabin made it feel cozy and intimate, a stark contrast to the chaos of your past.

You both settled onto the couch, Logan taking a seat beside you. The food was delicious, and even though the conversation wasn’t centered around anything important, it felt grounding. Logan had a way of making even the smallest details sound interesting. His deep voice, full of humor, washed over you as he shared stories of his time on the road, a mix of ridiculous adventures and near-disasters.

Logan’s laughter was like music, deep and genuine. He didn’t laugh often, but when he did, it was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from him, even if only for a moment. You couldn’t help but laugh along, his energy infectious, his smile that much brighter when he caught your eye.

As you both continued eating, you realized how easy it was to be with him. There was no need to act or pretend, no awkward silences or forced small talk. For the first time in what felt like forever, you were completely at ease. The sound of Logan’s voice, the warmth of the food, the softness of the couch beneath you, it all felt like home.

You didn’t even notice how much time had passed, how the world outside the cabin had ceased to exist in that moment. For the first time in years, you felt truly happy.

Logan’s eyes caught yours, a small smile on his lips. “What?” he asked, noticing your gaze. You shook your head, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. “Nothing, just… this feels nice,” you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Logan raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at his mouth. “Nice, huh? You sure know how to flatter a guy.” You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through you, but it wasn’t just from the food. It was from being here, with him. Safe. Comfortable. Content.

“I mean it,” you said, your voice softer now. “For the first time in a long time, I feel like… I don’t have to worry about anything.”

Logan paused, his fork hovering in the air for a second before he set it down on his plate. His gaze softened, just for a moment, before he looked away. “I get that,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Things don’t have to be complicated, not when you’re with the right people.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, his sincerity making you feel something deep within. You wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that for once, you could just be happy. That you didn’t need to keep fighting.

He looked back at you, his expression now more serious. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said, his voice low, yet filled with an honesty that hit you in a way you hadn’t expected.

Your chest tightened with emotion, and you nodded, trying to mask how much those words meant. It was strange, how something so simple could affect you so much. But then again, everything with Logan felt different, more real.

The night wore on, and the two of you shared stories, laughed, and ate. The weight of the world didn’t seem as heavy as it had just hours ago. You were no longer thinking about the FBI or what had brought you here. You were only thinking about the present, about Logan.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Logan’s voice was casual, but there was something in it that caught your attention. You nodded, waiting for him to continue. He took a final bite of his food, chewing slowly before setting his plate down with a soft clink.

“Have you ever been with anyone?” The question hung in the air, unexpected and direct. It startled you, leaving you unsure of how to respond. Your mind raced, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to answer. Logan, sensing the hesitation, quickly shifted his tone, as if trying to soften the impact. But you still found yourself replying simply, “No. I never really had the chance.”

He seemed to understand, nodding thoughtfully. “If you had the chance, though, I bet you’d have no trouble at all.”

You laughed nervously and shook your head in disbelief. “No way… I don’t think so.”

Logan’s expression softened as he leaned slightly forward, his eyes never leaving yours. There was a seriousness in his voice when he spoke again, but a warmth too. “Yes way, I mean look at you. You’re beautiful, not just on the outside, but in everything you are. The way you carry yourself, your strength, the way you laugh, it all draws people in. You have this… presence. I can’t imagine anyone not wanting to be close to you.”

The sincerity in his words made your breath catch. It was as though every insecurity you’d hidden deep inside was being slowly unraveled, laid bare in the best possible way. His words, simple but heartfelt, wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, making you feel seen in a way you hadn’t in a long time.

Logan kept speaking, his words filling the space between you. “I’ve never met anyone like you.” His voice was deep, full of admiration, and you could feel how much he meant it. “You’ve got this amazing energy, this fire. I don’t know how you do it.”

But despite his compliments, something inside you was aching to stop him, to silence all those words. You wanted him in a way you couldn’t explain, something fierce that pulsed through your veins. You couldn’t hold back any longer. You leaned in, your breath catching as you pressed your lips gently against his.

Logan was surprised at first, barely reacting, his lips soft under yours. He wasn’t expecting this, and neither were you, but the spark that ignited between you two was undeniable.

Before you could even think, Logan’s hands found their way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. His lips parted, deepening the kiss. This time, there was no hesitation. His kiss was hungry, passionate, like he couldn’t get enough of you. You felt his fingers move, cupping your face gently, as though he was afraid of breaking something precious between you. But you weren’t fragile. You weren’t scared.

You responded, matching his intensity, the heat between you two overwhelming, leaving you both breathless.

You put your plate down on the table as Logan's weight weighed you down, so you were underneath him. He didn't want to rush into anything, but at the same time, he couldn't keep that desire inside him for long.

He was kissing you hungrily and you kissed him back, your fingers found a place between his soft hair, which you pulled and messed up. His knee, without his intention, slowly rubbed against your panties. He created the pressure that you wanted for a long time. Your core was pulsating, greedily, desperately wanting something to drive away that annoying lust.

Your lips leaving a soft moans between the kisses, making Logan's pants tighter. Your sweet sound made it hard for Logan to be patient with you. His hands were slowly moving down, gently exploring your body. Every touch of his filled you with doses of adrenaline. Your hips were carefully rocking against Logan's knee as a natural instinct. He scoffed and stopped kissing you to take a look at you.

"Someone's eager huh?" His voice sounded mocking but at the same time, irritated you much more than his leg against your core. You wanted him. You needed him. Lust like you've never experienced before. It was stronger than hunger or thirst, it was much more intense.

You had no idea what was happening to you but you knew you needed Logan. Much, much closer. He didn't need to read minds to see how frantically you needed this.

He lunged at your lips again, much more wildly. One of his hands traveled quite quickly to your legs. When he reached your thighs, he massaged you for a while there. Oh god he needed it as badly as you did.

He couldn't remember the last time he had good sex. It's been a while since he's been living alone in this cabin with only the animals around. Of course, when he got the hang of it, he masturbated, but over time he got tired of it. But the moment you appeared in his sight, you reawakened in him the flame of passion and especially erection, which he was still trying to hide and suppress whenever you were near him.

But now was the time when you both could finally indulge. To relax, achieve pleasure and share the most intimate moment with the person who saved you.

Logan's hand smoothly moved from your thigh to your inner thigh, way too close to the point you wanted him the most. You tried to move your hips so that he would finally touch you. He chuckled softly, noticing your movements. “Easy there”

His middle finger started gently brushing you through your panties. Your eyes widened, as you felt a tickle warm feeling in your lower stomach. You couldn't describe what exactly you felt but it was breathtaking. You couldn't get enough of it.

Logan was careful, gentle and obedient, but you kept implying that you wanted the exact opposite. You wanted more, more pressure, more fingers, but most of all you wanted him to finally take off your panties. You bit your lower lip, trying to be quiet as the soft groans of desperation started leaving your throat, without even realizing it.

"Come on princess, let me hear you" Logan put more pressure into his finger, making you close your eyes and drop your jaw. You couldn't control your voice anymore and that was exactly what Logan wanted. Hearing your moaning and seeing your eyebrows twitching in pleasure, made his dick even harder.

He wanted to feel you, he wanted to taste you, that's why he grabbed your panties made of soft fabric and pulled them off you in one swipe. You gasped a bit as the cold fresh air touched your bare core, wet and pulsating.

When Logan saw your pussy, his breath caught in his chest. You were beautiful. The transparent glistening liquid on your labia was driving him crazy. It looked like the most delicious meat he would ever taste and he decided to not waste any more time, even though he would love to look at you even longer.

He got on his knees on the couch, lowering himself so that his head was right between your thighs. You lowered your head, heavy breathing and heart beating like never before. This image will be etched in your memory forever. His devilish smile and flirtatious wink was the last time you saw, before you started seeing stars.

He buried his face into your cunt, his nose teasing your clit while his tongue was swirling around your surface. He licked off all your wetness while you had to catch on to something. You grab his already disheveled hair, pulling and tugging him.

Your strokes, which Logan barely felt, made him growl against you, sending pleasent vibration right into your core. "Logan" you gasped as his tongue finally penetrated you. He was stretching you and surprisingly, it didn't hurt at all. You were so horny that his penetration was smooth without any problems.

You bit your lips again, creating a bloody mess there, but you could care less. You kept moving your hips awkwardly as Logan created a volcano of emotions inside you. His tongue touched your walls, twirling around and tasting every drop of your juice. On top of that, his nose didn't stop at deliberately provoking your sensitive clit, sending you closer and closer to orgasm.

Logan kept his eyes on you. He watched as your nostrils flared, your brows furrowed, and your muscles tensed beyond belief trying to hold on. You could feel his cocky smile, as your walls started to tighten around his tongue. He knew you were close. “You taste so good”

Your grunt grew louder with every flick of Logan's tongue, your hips moving against his face, before you felt a pressing sensation in your lower abdomen. Goosebumps covered your entire body and a chill ran down your spine, before it happened. Your jaw fall open, your eyes tight close and you shouted over the entire cottage, that even the birds outside flew away.

You squirm all over Logan's face. The feeling of release washed over you until you fell from the height and struggled to catch your breath. Logan licked you, he was very dusty and didn't want to leave even a drop of your cum. The overstimulation started heating up your core.

Logan moved away from your crotch, sitting on his ankles and watching you for a moment. Even though you were drained, you still looked stunning. You opened your eyes when you felt huge warm hands on your cheeks. "That's my girl" you chuckled, your eyelids felt heavy but you couldn't stop looking at Logan's face. He still had the rest of your squirm on his chin and nose, glistening through the rays of cozy light around the room.

"Are you ready?" your heart skipped a beat at his question, but his messy hair with face like an angel made you nod your head. Logan smiled with a huff, kissing you harshly. His hands weren't as careful as before, he was reaching all over you and didn't hesitate to touch you under your, actually his, shirt at all.

You cooperated with his passionate kissing, both of you sighing. Suddenly you felt something poking you which started to annoy you. You pulled away from Logan's lips and looked down to see his huge erection still trapped in his pants. Your eyes widened and your core started pulsating again. Logan noticed your staring and couldn't help but chuckle.

“What are you lookin' at?” you quickly look back into his eyes, embarrassed. As a result, you started to blush and had to suck your lips into a thin line. God Logan adored you.

"Don't worry sweetie" he leans, brushing his lips against your ear as his hot breath warmed your skin. “You'll get it” with those words, he covered your face in soft kisses. You were enjoying it until you heard belt unfastening and a zipper. You knew it was coming and you couldn't wait. You were so heated up and that Logan's cock could cool you down.

You felt the excitement spread throughout your body, as Logan's pants fell onto the floor. You already felt something hard tickling you in your inner thigh. You were impatient. You let out an eager purr, indicating that you absolutely needed to have Logan inside you. He sense your hints and the uncontrollable movements of your hips, fervently trying to get some friction.

Logan look at you, eyes dark with lust, before he presses his lips against yours and at that exact same time, he slowly thrust into you. You squeak, eyes widened as he stretched your walls extremely wide. You were wrapped around him, so fucking tight. His precum mixed with the remaining juices inside you, creating a useful natural lubricant.

"Fuck" he dropped his forehead against yours, his hot breathing in shallow, uneven gasps as he continued his way to get fully inside you. You were quietly whimpering, eyes closed but you felt amazing. Logan's presence so close to you finally got rid of that aggravating aching between your legs.

“Hold onto me baby,” Logan kept comforting you and whispering sweet things that made your heart beat faster. “Just like that” his voice low and hard, ruspy in a way that tickled your eardrums. You automatically wrapped your legs around Logan's waist when he was inside to the base. You felt so full, but that it still wasn't enough. You begged for more.

Logan, like a true gentleman, let you get used to him and catch a breath a little, before he started the rodeo. He moved his pan with incredibly gentle movements. His tip touching and provoking your cervix and places you didn't even know could be reached.

Your mouth opened automatically as you were sighing, your voice pitch and strong. "You like that?" Logan was looking at you and even though you couldn't see him, you instinctively suspected that he was watching you. You didn't mind. You didn't mind at all. You nodded carelessly and threw your head back as Logan started to pick up the pace.

Exactly what you needed and wanted. It's like he's reading your mind. As if he knew your body perfectly and knew exactly what you want, what you desire, what you need.

He took both of your hands and held them tightly as he placed them above your head. Again, you didn't mind. Your only focus was his cock in your vagina. How wonderful he feels. How his massive cock touches every sensitive spot inside you, slowly but surely bringing you to climax.

“Look at you,” he said with a smile as he fought himself not to empty himself into you yet. You're making it really hard for him though. "Such a...." he dropped his head as his dick started twitching, his thrusts gained strength and intensity. "Such a good girl”

He felt it. You felt it too. You stopped perceiving your surroundings, your ears started ringing and the rumbling in your stomach burned. Logan, on the other hand, felt he wouldn't last much longer.

He quickly unbuttoned your shirt, the buttons flew around but it was a blast for both of you. Your breasts bounced to the rhythm of Logan's thrusting, which started being unbearable. He lost control of his pelvis and movements in order to catch up with his orgasm. He got on his knees, freeing your hands but held your hips firmly, while keep pounding into you without mercy.

"You feel s-so good" he groaned his eyes tightly shut as he felt his orgasm being implausibly close. Your legs started shaking, vibrating. You stopped feeling your toes and that's when you felt it. You arch your back, jaw wide open while you moaned really, really loudly.

Your walls tightened around Logan's length, but he didn't stop. All of your muscles stiffened until in one moment, they suddenly relaxed and you let out a soft sigh of relief. Logan chuckled when you cum all over his dick and decided not to wait for his moment anymore. Few more hard thrust, before he pulled out and sprayed your belly with his seed.

His moan was really intense and turned you on again, plus the realization that he made this sound just because of you, your heart was melting.

After that he collapsed on you but carefully, not to smash your tiny body. His forehead was leaning against yours, both of you breathing heavily while giggling. "That was...awesome" Logan sighed, making you laugh and blush. It was that good, that you couldn't even talk. But Logan made sure that there was no awkward silence.

"You were quite loud, princess,” your cheeks started to blush but you didn't break eye contact with Logan, even with such close proximity. “Always so quiet and mysterious… but in bed? You’re not afraid of that, are you?” you were terribly shy, but in a good way. You didn't know you could make such sounds yourself.

He grinned, seeing you all red and sweaty was a moment of comfort for him. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt butterflies in his stomach and they just wouldn't go away since he saw you.

"Come on, let's get you clean up" Logan grunted as he stood up and didn't ask you, just grabbed you and carried you into the bathroom like a princess. You didn't complain, you swung your legs and rested your head on his chest, feeling indescribably good with him.

A few years had passed, and the life you and Logan had built together only grew deeper and richer with time. You’d both settled into a quiet, natural rhythm, a blend of strength and softness, of trust and a fierce loyalty that had grown from countless shared moments, both big and small. Logan, once guarded and wary, had opened up to you in ways neither of you expected, revealing a side that was as protective and tender as it was wild. And you, too, had found a quiet courage within yourself, rooted in him and in the life you shared. Your bond felt like something timeless and unbreakable, a connection that had only strengthened as the years drifted by, like roots that had grown deep and steady in the rich earth of your love.

Logan stood outside the cabin, dressed only in a pair of worn, dark-gray sweatpants that clung to his muscular frame. His gaze stretched out over the rugged landscape, eyes fixed on the rolling hills and dense trees, but his thoughts were somewhere far beyond the scenery. The dawn air was cool, mist rising in thin wisps over the ground, and Logan breathed it in slowly, grounding himself in the calm solitude of nature. His rugged face was softened in the morning light, deep in thought, a rare vulnerability showing in his expression as he seemed to wrestle with something private, something known only to him.

Then, as if sensing him, you stepped quietly onto the porch, carrying a small, bundled form against your chest. You approached him with a warmth and excitement that seemed to break through his solitude. The tiny child in your arms cooed softly, and Logan, feeling your presence before even hearing a sound, turned around. His face lit up with an expression that was a blend of pride, awe, and something deeper, something fierce and protective.

With a gentle smile, you cradled his newborn closer, offering the child toward him. Logan’s face softened, and he reached out, his large, roughened hand brushing over the child’s head with an almost reverent touch.

“She really do have your nose,” he murmured, a smirk breaking across his face as he looked up at you.

You laughed softly, stepping close to wrap your arm around his waist. Logan pulled you in, his warmth settling around you both. Together, you looked out over the vast expanse of trees and sky stretching endlessly before you, wrapped in the serenity of the moment.

“Can you believe this?” you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder.

Logan’s voice was low but sure. “Wouldn’t trade it for anything.” He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his rough hand squeezing your shoulder gently.

The life you shared with him in that moment, under the quiet sky, was both humbling and thrilling, an unexpected future he never dared to hope for but now couldn’t imagine living without.

[vivwritesfics]

Taking Control

(But not really)

Max is a dominant guy, both on and off the track. Sometimes he likes to let Y/N have control. Or, at least, the illusion of control.

Warnings: smut, pwp, bj, sub/dom dynamics, p in v stuff, dominant max

Max's hands sat on her hips, his lips on hers. Y/Ns eyes were shut as she kissed him, her hands on his face, holding him close.

"Wow," she gasped as Max moved his lips down to her neck. His grip on her hips became tighter, bruising. And Y/N was loving every second of it.

She ground her hips against his and Max let out a groan, music to her ears. "Are you going to do all of the work tonight, baby?" He asked, stopping his attack on her neck long enough to look up at her.

Y/N nodded quickly as she went back to kissing Max, sticking her tongue down his throat. It was long before Max had all of the control, his tongue in her mouth as Y/N bit softly. Not a proper bite, not one that would cause any pain.

As Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, Max made quick work of taking of her shirt, leaving her in just her bra.

It was one Max had bought her for a joke for their year long anniversary. A Red Bull bra, with the proper shade of blue and the logos in any available space. "Wow," Max echoed as he stated at it. He loved it and not just because it was hilarious.

"Are we gonna stay on the couch or should we take this to the bedroom?"

"Bedroom, definitely," Max answered as he stood up with Y/N still on his lap. She let out a squeal and hastily wrapped her arms and legs around him.

Max carried her with ease. He was an athlete, after all. Carrying Y/N to the bedroom was no problem for him. He kicked open the door and carried Y/N in.

Rather ungracefully, Max dropped Y/N onto the bed. He crawled on top of her, attaching his lips to hers once again.

"Uh uh," said Y/N as she pulled away from him. "I thought I was doing all of the work tonight."

Grinning, Max lifted himself away from Y/N. He laid down on the bed and placed his hands behind his head, grinning as Y/N climbed on top of him.

She worked to pull off his Red Bull shirt. Always the Red Bull shirt. She let out a giggle as she kissed her way down his chest, leaving dark, purple marks as she went.

Max let out a series of moans as Y/N worked on his belt. Music to her ears, she thought, pulling off his trousers.

Left in nothing but his boxers, Max sat up and wrapped his arms around Y/N and pulled her close.

Her hands on his face she went back to kissing him, feeling him grow hard beneath her. Y/N ground her hips against his, eyes shut as she whined. "I need you," she whispered against his lips.

Before Y/N could pull away to get the rest of their clothes off, Max whispered something in her ear, his lips hot against her ear.

Grinning, Y/N turned herself around. She slid off the bed and pulled off Maxs boxers, letting hid cock spring free.

Y/N knealed at the end of the bed as Max shuffled down. She placed her hands against his hips, holding him still as she kissed the tip, touch light a teasing.

Max smirked when he felt her solid grip on his pelvis. If Y/N thought she had control, she wouldn't for long. It was simply an illusion.

His hand settled on her head, fingers knotting through her hair as she wrapped her lips around him and sucked. Y/N set the pace but Max controlled, dictating whether she wabt faster or slower. "That's it, baby," he said through a shaky breath, eyes closed as he bucked his hips. Y/N gagged around him, her throat constricting deliciously.

Before he could get to close to finishing, Max pulled her away. "Get undressed the rest of the way," he demanded.

Standing, Y/N pulled off her underwear. She stepped out of it and crawled her way up to Max as he curled his finger.

Y/N had no control and she didn't even realise it.

His hands were on his hips as she sank down onto him, eyes shut and head thrown back. Y/N had to sit there for a moment, appreciate how he felt inside of her.

"Wow," she said as she looked down at him beneath her, her hands on his chest.

Y/N began moving, slowly at first. As much as she thought it was all her, dictating the movements and the pace, it was Max with his hands holding her hips.

His grip was bruising as he moved her. "That's it, Schat. So good for me," he grunted, his hips beginning to move beneath her.

"Nah ah, Max," she grinned as she stopped moving. "It's all me, remember?"

A cocky attitude. Max hadn't expected that. He smiled at her as he lifted his hips and moved, properly moved, fucking up into her. Y/N threw her head back as she moaned, feeling every inch of him.

"Oh my god, Max," she moaned, leaning forward, pressing her face against his shoulder.

Max moaned as she bit down, licking and sucking at the skin on his shoulder. The movements of his hips had suddenly slowed, becoming sloppy as he got close. "oh mijn schatje, oh mijn liefste," he whispered against her as he came close.

Y/N let out one last cry, slumping against him as she came.

Max took only a few seconds more, his thrusts suddenly gentle. He let out a series of grunts, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he came.

They laid there for just a moment as Max slipped out. He held her for a moment, kissing her hair as he ran his hand up and down her back. "Let's get you cleaned up, Schat," he said and sat up, Y/N still in his arms.

"You never let me have control, did you?" Shd asked as Max walked with her to the bathroom.

He shook his, a shit-eating grin on his face. "No, mijn liefste, no you didn't."

[lara-kaminari]

Thinking of Single father!Sebastian

Single father!Sebastian who wasn't honest with you at first and hid the fact that he had a daughter.

Single father!Sebastian who sometimes showed up with stickers on the edges of his fancy coat and excused himself with "I must have sat in the wrong place".

Single father!Sebastian who sometimes had his nails painted pink.

Single father!Sebastian who once helped you do your hair and did it suspiciously well.

Single father!Sebastian who buys a bag of candy when she finishes her date with you and puts it in her pocket "for later."

Single father!Sebastian who turned red as a tomato when you discovered him in the park with the little girl in his arms.

Single father!Sebastian who confessed to you that the girl's mother abandoned them both.

Single father!Sebastian who smiled when his daughter started asking when would be the next time you would visit them.

"Why didn't you tell me anything?" You asked.

"It's just that I... I don't know, I wanted to keep the illusion alive." He answered.

"What illusion?"

"Look, you're amazing and beautiful and being together is fantastic but... I know you don't want to raise someone else's kids, no one else wants to."

You take his hand in silence. You watch Sebastian's daughter playing with other children and wonder: who wouldn't want to be a part of that? He doesn't let go. You may be the first and only person who has held him in a long time.

[ataraxiaspainting]

There is an Uproar.

Yan Gojo x F Reader.

Synopsis: Satoru thinks you simply haven’t come around yet.

Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, threats of kidnapping, delusional Gojo, and manipulation.

Word Count: 3.2k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

Six Forty Seven by Instupendo

Money, Money, Money by ABBA

Choke - Acoustic by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Breezeblocks by alt-J

Feeling Good by Micheal Bublé

Claus by Los Tres

Bleed Magic by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

This Could Be Us by Rae Sremmurd 

Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

“You're like a half-tamed creature, still shy of the bridle. 'Except you enthrall me, never shall be free.' But freedom is an illusion, anyway.” – Nenia Campbell, Fearscape

*~*~*~*

Satoru came to your door with gifts again; mochi, bubble tea, bouquets of roses, keychains, jewelry, books… everything you could ever ask for he either had in his hands or would quickly get for you by whatever means necessary.

It’s a shame really that you refuse to show your true feelings for him, especially after all he has done to make you happy. But he can be patient when he wants to be, and so with a not-yet-broken heart, at least fifteen gift bags wrapped around both his clenched hands, and a chuckle he rings your doorbell twice. He could hear some shuffling from inside and a shout of coming.

The voice was high-pitched and cheery from the sound of it. His eyes lit up then as he smiled widely. But as soon as the door opened, his smile slightly faltered as his gaze met eyes he had never seen before.

The woman in front of him was not you. What was she doing in your apartment?

His first thought was to assume she was an intruder, someone who broke into your home, stole your belongings and money, hid you in a closet or under cement, and is pretending to be you for the time being. Well, he can’t be fooled so easily if that was the case. But he then chose to let the woman speak before coming to conclusions. Though she was wearing your cute Hello Kitty hoodie and utterly adorable My Melody headband and had one of your pore strips on her nose. She obviously knew you in some way, and so he in turn needed to know her.

The woman waved at him and slowly looked down from his face to the many presents in his hands. Her head turned then, a huh accidentally coming from her lips.

“Hello miss,” Satoru tries his best to be polite and not have any bias towards her, but it is indeed hard to do so. It is hard to not have any bias and not entertain the idea of snapping her neck, because he does not know her and she is not you. He does not recognize her from any of your friend groups, and it took everything in him to not sneer and glare at her and demand to know where you were.

“Hey,” She seems to try her best to be polite too, trying to hide her confusion behind a small smile. “Can I help you?”

Satoru nods, trying to put on an eager and friendly front. He then gestures towards the gifts in his hands and chuckles. He fakes almost dropping one for dramatic effect. It seemed like it worked because the woman gasped and then sighed in relief as Satoru caught it in time before it could fall on the floor.

“I am looking for [First], I thought she would be here.” The stranger nods, her smile becoming more prominent. As a result, his own became more prominent too, though his was fake. “I’m her boyfriend. Wanted to surprise her, you know?” 

He is technically not lying. He’s right if anything. Once you stop playing hard to get and fall into his arms, he’ll officially be known as such. He’s right, if only you stopped pretending to be so disinterested.

“Ah, I see!” The woman answers, her eyes inviting and curious. He sighs, faking a small sob and groan. She looked concerned then.

“If only she was here, I always love seeing her smile!” He closes his eyes, trying his best to look sadder than a kicked puppy. “I suppose she’s not here right now…”

With how the girl steps to the side, her hand gesturing towards the apartment hallway, Satoru knows that his plan worked.

*~*~*~*

“I’m Eve, her roommate, nice to meet you!”

“The same to you.”

“So how long have you two been together?”

“A long time, we’ve been together since our high school days!”

“She sure is lucky to have such a devoted boyfriend, huh?”

He laughs at the compliment, his back crouched a bit downward at an angle so he could be more comfortable walking about. Eve chuckles at his casualness.

“You sure got her a lot,” Her tone is sweet, another piece of proof to reassure Satoru that she trusts him fully. Until you eventually show up from wherever you have gone and start spewing lies, she will continue to be that way. You seem to not have good taste in roommates, it seems because Eve is far too naive for your safety. “Like a lot. Do you come here often? I just moved in so…”

Satoru doesn’t pay attention to her questions as he fantasizes about the day when you move into his place and you sleep next to him and wake him up with good morning kisses. A beautiful ring will adorn your finger one day, and you will enthusiastically anticipate his arrival from work while adorning the makeup he favors and styling your hair to his liking.

It was a small, cramped apartment, one definitely not worth how much money you rent it for. “I never get tired of how cute [First] makes this place. With both her presence and how she decorates everything. She has good taste.” He goes into the kitchen area, still having his arms hooked by the strings of the many gift bags, and looks around at the scented candles, dried flowers, and baked cookies on the table. “[First] made these, right?”

“Yeah,” Eve really is stupid, isn’t she? If he were a burglar she would be dead on the spot. How could she possibly protect you from any danger? He would obviously be a better housemate than her. 

Satoru leans towards the kitchen table and snatches a cookie from the cooled baking sheet, biting into it and chewing loudly. 

“Delicious, right?” Eve asks, giggling. She does not seem scared at all and seems to have no boundaries whatsoever.

He agrees, quickly devouring the entire confection and licking his fingers clean. “She’s always been a good baker. There’s a good recipe she knows for pie too. Maybe I’ll ask her to make it for me sometime…” He hums as he sets all the gifts down on the back coffee table. “She sure is a catch, wouldn’t you say? Her baking is one of the reasons I was so attracted to her in the first place.”

Your roommate nods. Satoru considers taking his leave now, but he has never been in your apartment during the day before. 

He may as well stay a while. It will be fun, he tells himself.

So, he walks into the living room and starts reading the titles of books on the shelving next to your writing desk. A lot of horror and romance books from the looks of it. Classic little you.

He then looks over to your computer. 

“So sweet, like a cupcake,” He touches the top of the laptop, his fingertips tracing the many rainbow stickers that cover it. You really are just the best, aren’t you?

Before he could open it though, he could hear keys jingling. You’re here.

“I’m back–” As if you were a sort of lightbulb running out of power, your cheerfulness declines smoothly and steadily, being quickly replaced by a cute sneer.

Satoru lets out a loud laugh. He adjusts his stance, placing a hand on his waist.

“Ah, [First], honey! Welcome back, I brought you some gifts!”

Instead of responding, you turn to Eve, your scowl turning into a simple frown. Advancing swiftly, you approach her, closing the distance with eyebrows ascending in sudden understanding. Eve, on the other hand, responds by tilting her head to the side, resembling a perplexed canine, in clear bewilderment of your abrupt outburst.

Gently, you grasp her hands within your own.

“Eve, I forgot to tell you something important.” You point at Satoru with a shaky finger. He simply chuckles in response, amused with how quick you are to hide your excitement. “Whatever you do, don’t let him in.”

Eve lets out a sound of surprise. “Huh, what, why?”

Your gaze meets Satoru’s and you look like you could hardly breathe.

“He is a stalker; he is always lying to people and saying that we are dating and are head over heels in love, but don’t believe him one bit.”

His eyes dart across the room as he loses eye contact with you and Eve. All the while, as his head darts from side to side, he pouts, puffs up his cheeks childishly, and leans back slightly against the wall, not too oblivious but subtle to his amusement. His face is a mask of innocence and confusion, trying to appear like he is not aware of what is going on–when he is very much aware of it and is silently enjoying it.

He loudly sighs and rolls his eyes, his hands sliding to his face as he brings them up to cover his sunglasses and mouth. He is trying to hide a smile, the act of which is just too much for his face to handle. He keeps shaking his head in dramatic disbelief and he turns to the side to lean against the wall harder as he puts his head down, shaking his head in exaggerated betrayal. 

Satoru tries his best to not laugh again, it would ruin his marvelous performance.

He is the most captivating person in this room, you and Eve must be hung up on his every action and word, you two cannot look past his incredible acting.

Nobody is capable of acting to the degree that he is, his performances are legendary and his acting skills are unparalleled.

He is simply the best there is and ever will be. If there were a competition in this room to win an Oscar for best acting, he is certain that he would be taking that home. There is nothing on God’s green earth that can get in the way of him delivering these lines and excellent movements. He is so talented and so experienced, who could ever deny his skills?

“Gojo,” You say coldly. “Get out.”

He expects you to see the gifts, how heartbroken he is, and finally admit that you are just as much in love with him as he is with you. Instead, he could swear for a moment that he could hear crickets, before realizing that it is the wick of the candle on your kitchen table burning. As he surveys you and Eve he notices that he is getting no reaction.

“Babe.” When you don’t respond to the nickname, he snuffs a huff. “Stop pretending, okay?”

He thought that he was killing that acting.

He can’t believe that no one is buying his performance. He’s got the attitude, he’s got the swagger, he’s got it all, but neither of you are falling for it. This is just insulting. He knows he’s great, he knows he is delivering the performance of his life but for some reason, neither you nor Eve can see it! He is in absolute shock.

So, Satoru walks up to you and grabs your face.

He looks at Eve and she doesn’t look at him, she looks at you. That is fine, as long as he can still talk to her and you everything will be alright in the long run. Everything is going to be okay, he tells himself.

“Eve, can [First] and I have a few minutes alone?” Her eyes race to every corner of the room and slowly but surely make their way to the gold coins in his free hand. Multiple emotions spread across her face; confusion, greed… consideration. “It will only be for a sec, okay?” 

With a measured pace, Eve approaches his outstretched palm, her eyes fixated on the glistening gold. Her gaze mirrors that of a ravenous crow or a parched man deprived of water for days, or sustenance for weeks. Quivering hands accept the money, and in silence, she retreats to her room, closing the door behind her.

“Come on, drop the funny games,” Instead of directing your gaze towards him, your eyes fixate on the entrance of Eve's bedroom. The door is adorned with a vibrant pink poster of a popular musician, adorned with splashes of colorful paint. Inwardly, he reassures himself that this situation is acceptable. After all, the two of you are now in a private and secluded space. 

There is no longer anyone to hinder you from expressing your genuine emotions towards him. Surely you will finally admit them. Then you will eventually move to his place and stay there, happy and loving towards him at long last. All in due time, because Satoru can be patient when he wants to be.

“Get the fuck out. You sick–”

But now he does not want to be patient. He just wants to hear those words leave your pretty lips.

“Ah, ah, ah, watch your language, sweetie.” He interrupts you, placing a finger on your mouth. 

The mere expression on his countenance carries ample weight to silence your profanity-laden tirade.

He only perceives the captivating, extraordinary, flawless woman whom he is obligated to assist. You possess an excessive amount of independence - too unbound, unwilling to embrace his assistance, his presents, his finances - there exists a rationale why partners watch out for one another. Are you not aware of that? 

“That’s better.” He smiles and you start faking a shiver. “You really can listen when I finally put my foot down, huh? You can be stubborn with other people, you know, just not with me.”

He possesses strength - you lack it. You are so small compared to him. 

He possesses a keen understanding of the streets, while you lack that astuteness. The dress you have chosen to wear is excessively revealing. 

“Now, now, don’t cry. Shh, shh, shh. It was the only way I could see you, with how much you love to play hard to get.”

One can only imagine the number of individuals whom you captivated during the brief period you ventured outside today.

He possesses intelligence, while you lack it. You may believe otherwise, and you indeed excel in certain areas, such as your meticulousness in personal hygiene, which he acknowledges with humility, and your skill in baking, as well as your expertise in creating a cozy and plush bed. However, numerous matters elude your knowledge, such as selecting the right candidate in the upcoming election, performing a tire replacement, or operating a debit card. He is strong, while you are not. He is drawn to you for not being - captivated by your feminine allure; the way your body gently curves, your delicate touch, the fragrance that surrounds you, the melodic tone of your voice, and above all, your complete vulnerability when confronted with danger.

“Now, open your gifts. I did carry them all the way here after all.”

When you finally surrender, he will assume control over every decision you make. 

From selecting your attire to choosing items at the grocery store, he will dictate how you interact with other men and even how you smile. He believes you are incapable of handling even the simplest tasks. Additionally, he takes pleasure in instructing you on matters you are expected to be ignorant about. It's quite endearing, isn't it? 

He views you as his possession and will never, under any circumstances, let you slip away.

At his place, he has so many pretty outfits for you to choose from. A lot of aprons and cute dresses. All the while he downs a beer or seven with his friends and jokes about how nice you look cleaning. You'll listen to him rant about anything that comes into his mind, taking it all with a smile. It is not unusual for him to lay awake at night imagining what life would be like with you as his wife. First, he needs to show you your position as his wife and get rid of this misguided sense of independence you seem to be clinging to. What a dumb girl you are. It was meant to be, wasn't it? You are meant to be his girlfriend and eventually his wife, and you will by any means Satoru has to take.

He does not care what he has to do as long as the result is you finally giving in and loving your place in his arms. It is what you were made for. It is what he was made for.

So pretty. So stupid.

“Now, now. Stop crying, you’ll only ruin your makeup.”

*~*~*~*

On that particular evening, Satoru once again paid a visit to your apartment. However, instead of observing from a distance, he ventured further into the room and settled beside you as you lay in bed, rousing you from your slumber. The bed groaned as it shifted under his weight, and he swiftly covered your mouth to prevent any outcry.

Without hesitation, he gently hushed you, his other hand tracing the contours of your cheek and collarbone with his lengthy fingers. As he did so, he rhythmically caressed your neck, humming a tune that only he knew. In response, tears welled up in your eyes, but he promptly brushed them away. His initial hand soon abandoned its position on your mouth, ascending to tenderly stroke your hair.

"Don’t touch me," You rasped, observing how the moonlight cast an ethereal glow on his body and hair while obscuring his face in darkness.

He simply shushed you again and you could hear him breathing deeply through his nose and mouth.

He sat on his knees beside you. You could hear murmurs from him about how pretty you were, and you didn't know whether he was telling you or telling himself. Your hands clench the sheets in fistfuls. You let out a whimper. You close your eyes and grit your teeth, hoping this is just another bad dream.

He keeps murmuring fantasies. You don't open your eyes. You breathe through your mouth because you can smell his cologne with your nose. It is so strong, suffocating.

You eventually open them when the anxiety is too much, and you stare at him, wide-eyed, at the ceiling above his shoulders and head, at your cute vanity and glittering gold and silver jewelry and pastel clothes. Was that why he liked you so much because you were feminine and utterly defenseless in the face of a real threat? You think of an escape plan, of running to the bathroom grabbing your razor, and screaming at the top of your lungs.

“Such a beauty you are,” He whispered in your ear, his voice still so sticky. “So cute. A doll that only belongs to me. All that’s left is for you to finally accept because I know you want to, don’t you?”

You can’t stop him.

As the silence lingers, you find yourself yielding to the role of his girlfriend. Tear stains dot your pillow and mattress, remnants of your emotional turmoil. Satoru's praises now echo within you, as you surrender to his caresses. Your gaze shifts towards the window, where a few distant stars twinkle in the sky, veiled by a cloud that drapes the crescent moon like a bridal veil.

“So good. I just knew I wouldn’t have to take more… drastic measures.”

He snaps a picture on his phone for later.

[hanafubukki]

I laughted so hard 😭 "Please don't-" The sky is blue, the birds singing, your two soon-to-be husband are dressed for the occasion as you walk through the castle hall Meleanor and Levan accorded you for the ocassion. Not many people are here, but things are sure lively. Everyone is ready, except for the wedding officer, who is nowhere to be found. Levan too seems totaly unaware of his wife location, but he suppose she was with their egg and didn't see the time pass.

Then. A motherf*cking dragon blow up the walls, takes you in his mouth, and fly away as quickly as she came, leaving you, your two signnificant others, her own husband, and the whole hall totally speechless. Now, here start the epic adventure to take back the bride-

And here is the origins of the legend of a dragon stealing brides from their husbands in Briar Valley that spread for centuries in other countries....

- 🦋 Anon

[Masterlist; specifically talking about this Ficlet]

Hello 🦋Anonie,

I’m glad I was able to meet my goal and make some of you laugh with that. Meleanor being chaotic fun like her son is something I enjoy, especially if it makes Lilia’s life that much more…interesting lolol

Now let’s weave a tale, or rather, a legend that becomes widely known. A legend about a bride being stolen by a dragon on her wedding day from her two grooms.

This story starts as all stories do:

Once Upon a Time, in the Kingdom of Briar Valley…

It was your wedding day, you were almost fully dressed. The last few pieces of your outfit were supposed to be placed by Meleanor, as per tradition.

But there lies the problem, said Queen never showed up. You had one of the maids summon the King, only for him not to know where his wife is. He was busy with the grooms and had assumed his Queen was with you or with their egg.

He had assured you that he would find his Queen before leaving. You sighed and waited, thinking about the wedding. It was a beautiful day. Clear skies, birds singing, and precious loved ones were attending your wedding. So where did the Queen go?

As one of Dawn's birds and Lilia's bats came to comfort you, a stray thought came to mind, of the Queen's joke from years ago.

You had a very bad feeling about this...

...and as if the universe wanted to prove you right, the wall behind you blew wide open.

Like mother like son, you couldn't help but think as you stared at Meleanor's dragon form. Her dragon form was beautiful, you just wished you saw it during different circumstances.

"Please don't damage the dress."

The dragon smirked at you, before grabbing you in her claws and flying away with you.

You dangled in her claws. What was the point in struggling? It's not like you can free yourself and you doubt she would ever drop you. So might as well enjoy whatever this is while waiting for answers.

The venue for your wedding was beautiful, you noticed during your flight. You hoped you could get married in it today, or sometime soon.

"MELEANOR! YOU?!"

Ah, there was Lilia.

You waved at him as he frustratingly yelled at his sister as she paused in her flight away to give him a draconic smirk, even swinging you slightly as if to mock him. Your Knight of Dawn was right next to him, startled and astonished. Levan was on the other side of Lilia, rubbing his forehead, you kind of felt bad for him.

Meleanor roared in laughter before speeding away, at least her claws hid your wedding dress from your grooms-to-be.

You were plopped down gently in a field of flowers before Meleanor returned to her humanoid form.

"Dare I ask?"

"I wanted to mess with Lilia a bit more."

"I figured as much. Now, what’s the plan?"

"Now, I help you get ready for your wedding."

You stared at her confused, everything was already ready back at the castle.

Meleanor donned a haughty smile, "I felt a change of venue was needed. This place is so much better, don't worry, I already gave the orders for everything to be set up here. The one you saw before was just an illusion."

She then led you away to an area magicked to be your bridal room, where the final touches of your outfit will be done.

As you followed her, you couldn't help but agree. This meadow was beautiful, the perfect place for a wedding.

Bonus:

Meleanor, officiating the wedding: "Are you sure you want to marry him? He's such a brat. One time when he was 150 years old-”

Lilia, the groom: "Meleanor, I swear..."

YN & Dawn, the bride and other groom respectively: *stifling their laughter*

[thelovelylolly]

Comfort

Summary: you go comfort Loki in the dungeons after Frigga's funeral. Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, mention of death, little argument but its itty bitty, reader is implied to be more fem and has similar abilities to loki, let me know if i missed anything :) Notes: in honor of loki season two coming out this week, here's loki content! i love him so much and this will probably get worse when the show comes out (I MEAN THOSE SHOTS OF HIM IN A SUIT????? YALL) also i wrote this with one of my ocs in mind, so sorry if there are any more specific details than usual :)

Loki watched as you glided down the dungeon stairs, making a gesture to the guards to put them at ease. You stopped in front of his cell, your body and usual outfit concealed by a black, mourning cloak. Loki could see dried tear streaks on your cheeks, but your expression was neutral.

“What are you doing here?” He spat, pacing slowly.

“I’m here to see if you’re okay,” you replied calmly.

Loki scoffed. “You come down here to comfort me instead of fighting against my father’s orders, like you always did, so I could mourn my mother with the rest of Asgard.”

“I did try, but Odin didn’t budge.”

“Well, you didn’t try hard enough.”

A tense moment of silence followed, then you turned to the guards. 

“Please let me into the prince’s cell,” you ordered in a calm voice.

The guards quickly obeyed and you stepped in, the cell closing you in with Loki. Then, you used your magic to shield the both of you from the rest of the world, casting an illusion to everyone outside the cell and sound proofing it.

“I know you’re frustrated-“

“Frustration can’t begin to describe what I’m feeling!” He exclaimed, causing you to flinch at his tone, but you quickly regained your composure.

“But you did this to yourself, Loki! You weren’t able to go to Frigga’s funeral because of your decisions and the consequences of them!” You paused to take a deep breath. “I was there when she died. I tried to defend her, but they were stronger than I am. I wish…I wish I took that blade instead of her, but I can’t change that, just like how I can’t change what you did and your punishment.”

Loki’s cold gaze softened a bit, his jaw clenching as he turned his back to you. “You don’t understand any of this, darling.”

“Maybe you forget that she was the closest thing I had to a mother. She is the reason I met you, that I allowed myself to fall for you. It’s because of her that we were allowed to court, Loki. I do understand this, I understand you.”

Loki didn’t answer, allowing you to keep going.

“The first night you spent down here, I went to Frigga. I needed to talk to someone about you, about my feelings, and I knew she would be there for me. After I talked things out, she told me she had hope for you. She wanted you to be better, and she wanted to free you from here as soon as she thought you had learned your lesson. She loved you, she wanted you and I to run away from Asgard to live our lives peacefully and happily. She…she wanted us to be married and start a family like we dreamed about. She wanted you, her son, to be happy.”

You saw Loki’s shoulders start to tremble as soft sobs escaped his lips. He quickly crumbled to the ground, his hands covering his face as he broke down into sobs. You quickly went around him and crouched in front of him, your cloak pooling around you two. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he hid his face in your shoulder, soaking the fabric of your cloak with his tears.

You held him tightly, running a hand through his hair comfortingly. You felt tears of your own start to form, but you blinked them away quickly. You had cried enough, now you needed to comfort your love.

After a few minutes like that, Loki pulled his face away and met your gaze. You cupped his cheeks and wiped away any stray tears. The sight of his bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks broke your heart.

“I love you, Loki,” you whispered softly, your voice shaking with emotion.

“I love you, too,” he replied just as quietly.

His hands fell to your waist, holding you close as he pressed his forehead to yours. You didn’t kiss, neither of you wanted to. You just wanted this. The quiet, the closeness, the vulnerability. Loki was scared to show this much emotion to you, even though you two were in love. He didn’t want to burden you or make you think he was weak. Maybe he did regret what he did, but only because he nearly lost you.

“Loki…” You said softly, trailing off as you slowly pulled away from him.

“I know,” he replied, letting you go.

You stood up and walked past Loki, who was still on his knees on the floor.

You stopped, looking over your shoulder. “My illusion will last for at least another hour. I will be back tomorrow.”

With that, you left the cell. Loki watched as you glided up the stairs, your cloak trailing behind as you disappeared and left him alone once again.

[starryredpandawrites]

Born From the Same Ink (Siblinks) Masterpost

Yanno, I've made enough content about Audrey and the Ink Demon being siblings that I decided it might be good to put everything in the same place. Might even call it something official like the "siblinks au" if that's not already taken lol

AO3 link: Read the full fanfic here

Bendy Bites: Also known as the random tidbits about the siblinks that I either can't figure out how to fit into the fic or am too impatient to wait to share. Also includes some fluffy headcanons I have for the siblinks that might not even be story related. Can also be found using the "Bendy Bites" tag.

Ink Demon carrying Audrey

Snack (a slightly different version of this is in the fic now)

Feral Audrey

Kitty (post-escape, Audrey and Bendy adopt a cat)

Sign language

Ghost in the apartment (Since writing this, I've had some new headcanons that changed Audrey's living situation but will keep those to myself unless/until they become relevant)

Unintended consequences

Hunting (how the Ink Demon deals with his bloodlust/kill drive in the real world)

Healing Kisses

Asks: I'm not putting every Bendy related ask here (even though I love them all), just ones that I ended up elaborating on and sharing possible story ideas in the process of answering them. You can see all of them by searching the tag, "answered ask" or "ask" on my blog.

Barrel scene (Bendy getting mad because he figured out Audrey hid from him in a barrel and he still couldn't find her)

Height differences and the resulting sibling shenanigans

Krampus Ink Demon

Slicer/Carly (thoughts on how Bendy would deal with her since I left her out of the fic)

Sammy's reaction Audrey and Bendy's bond

Sammy's and Bendy's reaction to Audrey changing the cycle with The Illusion of Living

What if Audrey was taken by the Keepers instead of Bendy? Also, Bendy's reaction to Malice taking Audrey from the manor

What if. . . Wilson succeeded and made Audrey into his "perfect creation"?

What would happen if Gent found Bendy and Audrey if the real world?

First Aid (Bendy's reaction to injuries in the real world vs the ink world)

Audrey smells like the Ink Demon

Audrey's "sisters" (elaborating on Joey's previous attempts to making Audrey)

Copycat ask (eheheh puns, ask based on the Kitty and Unintended consequences Bendy bites)

Can Audrey sense when Bendy's nearby? (based on events in chapter 16)

Miscellaneous:

Halloween with the siblinks

Sammy vent post (the man made me rewrite a whole chapter and section of my outline)

The Ink Demon wiping his tears with Audrey (I didn't write anything on this but thought it was funny)

Scene description: Audrey sketching with the Ink Demon

Fanart: (also known as the best section) I think I tagged everything under "batdr fanart" if you'd rather use that to peruse all the amazing art people have made of my fic. Huge thanks to @tiredtrashpandaart, @mulligansstuff, @magicicephoenix, and @akiraidraws for their wonderful, wonderful art!

Audrey and Bendy meeting and holding hands for the first time

The Ink Demon tapping his claws on Audrey's barrel/hiding place

The Ink Demon waving at Audrey after massacring lost ones in Artist's Rest

Bendy realizing Audrey hid in a barrel when he was trying to find her as the Ink Demon

Elevator scene

The Ink Demon reveals he's also Baby Benders to Audrey

Bendy clinging to Audrey's leg

The Ink Demon hugging Audrey

The Ink Demon hanging with/comforting Audrey plus offering her a tasty, tasty widow pod

Hotel pun

The Ink Demon listens for Audrey's heartbeat

The Ink Demon tackles Audrey

Audrey gets jumpscared and Bendy laughs at her

The Ink Demon saves Audrey from a Keeper

Fic highlights sketch page

Look at them!

Henry's sketches (fun fact, I was originally going to add a description of Henry drawing Boris to his sketching scene but cut it cuz I felt the scene was dragging on)

Sammy arguing with Audrey

Audrey sketching with the Ink Demon by Mulligan

Audrey sketching with the Ink Demon by Akirai (scroll down to see the art, it was added as a reblog)

Audrey tries to banish the Ink Demon

I'm not adding the sneak peeks or chapter announcements cuz all that can be enjoyed just by reading the fic itself (unless someone REALLY wants me to add them, in that case I guess I can add them on here later).

Lemme know if I missed anything or if any of the links are broken and, seriously, thank you so much for enjoying this story with me. It means the world that so many of you lovely people enjoy reading my work. Thanks for everything!!!! 🤍🖤🤍

Note to self: last edited on 11/17/24

[undead-supernova]

I'll Pay the Price, You Won't.

I'll Pay the Price, You Won't. / Masterlist

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

plot: aquamarine, moonlit swimming pool...what if........all I need is you?

Pairings: modernrockstar!Eddie x bisexualfem!popstar!Reader (curvy!reader, bisexual!reader)

Warnings: slut shaming, body image insecurities, Eddie being too precious for this world, soft, comfort, reader is pretty girly and femme, so yeah

wc: 1.6k

“You know I want to be with you.”

“Oh yeah?” he said back, voice light and playful. His smirk was flooding his face, all well-intentioned and sugary sweet. 

“Mhm.”

The pool water lapped around you while he laid on his stomach, black towel underneath his shirtless figure. His fingers fiddled with yours to keep pulling you close to the edge. As you looked up at him, illuminated by the hot pink neon glow from your inner tube, you couldn’t help but swoon like a teenage girl. His hair appeared nearly fuschia, darkened by the shadows of the night and the reflection of the porch light behind him.

With a smug yet playful smile, he let out a hum before asking, “And why’s that, sweetheart?”

“Maybe I have a crush on you,” you said softly.

That smile turned into a smirk, his thumb running over your knuckles. You nearly blended in with the water, your turquoise bikini matching the color exactly. 

Usually, you wore a one piece to keep the world from commenting on whether your body looked good enough. It was hard enough to love your skin as it was—natural, textured. Stretch marks and cellulite. Scars from childhood mistakes. The exact opposite of whatever airbrushed magazine cover you or any of your peers were on, dolled up like plastic Barbies and whatnot. 

But he had gotten you this bikini. Stood you in front of a mirror and traced the outline of your waist and your tummy, chuckling whenever you quivered from his touch. Whispered how gorgeous you were in your ear. Reminded you that no one else was around. You were safe. 

(Even if his closest bodyguard, James, was standing outside his front door.)

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, nodding.

“Had no idea,” he nearly whispered. 

It felt right to be quiet. The hot California air had finally cooled for the night, the neighborhood surrounding Eddie’s house seemingly devoid of human existence. The Los Angeles skyline skimmed the horizon only when you chose to peek above his fence. The illusion of seclusion when you pretend this was a guarded castle.

“I know. I hid it so well.”

“Exceptionally. You’re a master of deception.”

“Mm, thank you.” The two of you chuckled softly before you tried to gently clear your throat. “So are you going to keep teasing me or are you going to tell me how you feel?”

His eyes searched yours, as if he was trying to find something but couldn’t quite remember what it was. “You already know what I want,” he said.

“Yeah, I do,” you lied, praying your insecurity wouldn’t bleed through. “Which is why I want to hear it out loud.”

Scooting closer to the edge of the pool, he began to kiss your hands. 

“I.” Kiss. “Want.” Kiss. “To.” Kiss. “Be.” Kiss. “With.” Kiss. “You.”

You couldn’t help but smile. It felt like bliss, knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling this way. All the others were a jumbled mess of Maybe Later and Just Not Looking For A Serious Relationship Right Now. The girls wanted to play the field. The boys wanted something almost too casual. Those outside the gender binary would kiss and flirt at the bar and then ghost you on the dance floor. 

But he…oh, he was something else entirely.

“Do we go out on a real date now?” you asked. “Or do we just skip to the sickly sweet, hot and raunchy sex?”

“‘Hot and raunchy’?” he questioned, laughing at your word choice.

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Sorry, was I not sexy enough for you the first six times?”

“Never said that, darling.” The nickname had you nearly kicking your feet with schoolgirl affection. “And to answer your question, I think I should take you on at least one proper date before I blow your back out again.”

You couldn’t help but snort. “After three and a half months?”

“As if we were honest about being official until a few weeks ago.” You couldn’t disagree with him on that. “Besides, it’s better late than never.”

“What a gentleman.”

And he was. 

Eddie Munson was nothing short of the nicest guy you’d ever liked. Maybe the nicest guy you’d ever met. He opened every door, from cars to hotels to bedrooms to the cages you'd thrown your heart into. When you left with him after your concert in Seattle, he sheltered you from the rain with his beloved leather jacket. He made you cum twice before he even dared to touch himself, worshiping your body like it was sculpted by the gods. Not to mention the homemade meals and the constant protection from the paparazzi whenever possible. He knew what the media had been doing to you. He hated it. Despised it.

And amidst it all, he still wanted you.

Even the mere thought of it still made you weep sometimes.

But Eddie’s smile began to falter. “What do you reckon the verdict will be when they see us?”

You knew what that forlorn smile meant. You knew what this was doing to him, but it felt like nothing compared to what the outside world thought. It had been done to Whitney. Amy. Rihanna. Britney. Miley. Lindsay. Megan. Lizzo. Taylor. Hell, even Olivia, Sabrina, and Billie were being given hell now that they were emerging into adulthood.

And now it was down to you. Another female popstar thrown to the goddamn wolves. 

Before you could think about how pessimistic it sounded, you said, “I’ll be labeled a slut and you’ll be considered a king. The cycle will only continue.”

The media were vipers. Predators. They wanted to hunt you down with cameras and watch you and Eddie Munson do something obscene. Vulgar. Just as his reputation had forewarned. The lead of a metal band (god forbid), along with the residual damage of “devil worshipping music” despite it not being the fucking Eighties anymore. However, in their storybook you were just the right kind of girl for him to corrupt.

He did anything but that.

“I don’t want it to be like that,” Eddie whispered, his eyes shining with the threat of tears. “You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I do.” You shook your head, trying to clear all of the voices and camera flashes out of your head. “I don’t know. I just don’t want this to blow up in our faces.”

At first, the label was furious.

You were a cutesy role model for a demographic that you were not originally catering to. But the magnetic pull of a synthesizer flowed through you with the frizz of the vocoder and the glitter and the bright colors and advocacy and passion and the people— 

You were helping people. Especially the teenage girls. You were giving hope and guidance to them. Reminding them that they could achieve dreams far beyond their wildest dreams. Even if they were queer. Even if they weren’t thin. 

You were becoming an inspiration.

But after a while, you were seen as merely a PG-13 performer with all of the downfalls of being a woman, a popstar in her early twenties. Your life stopped being about you and started being about the narrative storyline of some fucking fairytale that you had no ability to write yourself, even if it was written in every song you released. 

It was sick enough knowing that people who didn’t know you would write books about you some day. 

But then you were seen at one of Corroded Coffin’s shows. Your music spiked on the charts despite the bizarre outrage at how different you were. The demographic your label originally wanted began to seep back in all in a matter of a few weeks. Back before you asked him about his feelings. Back before your confessions were frozen in the steam between you.

After that, the label wanted you and Eddie to play it up for the cameras. Stir up attention. Enjoy the ride, write the music, and then profit from the gossip columns and clout. Get more followers, more likes. Be endorsed by another fragrance subscription service or wireless headphones. 

Make them money. Risk your heart in the meantime.

It was a gamble, but why wouldn’t someone bet on a losing dog?

“Favorite Beatles song right now?” he asked, drawing your attention away from the world outside.

You grinned. “‘A Taste of Honey’.”

“Ah, from Please Please Me." You nodded. "Sometimes I forget how good their first album was.”

“You know, it’s incredible to me that you know their entire discography and yet I’ve never once heard you listening to them,” you observed.

Eddie winked at you, opening his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the meow of a cat. Both of you turned your heads to see his black cat, Oz, pawing at the back door.

“Someone wants a treat, the spoiled bastard. At least Puppet has manners," Eddie said with a sigh before looking back at you. "Why don’t you come back in with me, hm?” he asked, lightly stroking your cheek. "Throw a movie on and cuddle or something?”

“Can we?” you pleaded. “Please?”

“Anything for you, sweetheart. Anything.”

He helped you out of the pool, grabbing a towel and drying you off. He finished up with a gentle kiss to your forehead, the inner tube left forgotten and floating in the water.

“Hey, Eddie?”

His eyebrows knit together. “Yeah? What’s up?” 

You could only wonder what it would be like if this didn’t end up in some fit of flames along the length of your graves. Caskets lying side-by-side, big fat crosses sitting on top like a pointed threat. His headstone littered with roses while yours drowned in spray paint. Eulogies and hymns crescendoing into a wave of madness as they repeated your fears back to you: Nothing lasts forever.

Or maybe you’d end up in a small house somewhere, making music together while you drowned out the rest of the world. One day where the chatter would flutter into a whisper and you could walk down the street of some coastal town and not get ogled at. The stars would align and you could say to yourself, It was worth it.

But it was only August, nearly swallowing you whole with the heat threatening to scorch your skin. Maybe yours more than his, but nevertheless there were going to be scars—  

You knew to love him was to lose your mind.

And maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“For once, I think…” A smile met your lips. “Well, maybe it’s worth it."

[sugawhaaa]

SEONGHWA X READER

{{Chapter 7}}

🪞The truth lies in the sunlight🪞

Warnings:: weapons! Abusive ex!

Genre:: Pirate Au! Guilt tripping, this chapter is pretty angsty 😬

Reminder‼️this isn't 100% historically accurate and should be taken with a grain of salt. This story is also set in the late 1800s to early 1900s specifically in Europe but if you want you can imagine it wherever else you'd like, it is a fictional story after all 💗 this story also takes some inspiration from pirates of the Caribbean, specifically the first movie.

Taglist:: @hi-kariii @deltamoon666 @hxpelessxcean @luvleejuyo @ateez-atiny380

A/N:: FINAL CHAPTER WERE ALL DONE GUYS ‼️‼️‼️‼️

Previous chapter::

"One more,'' Seonghwa puts his finger up to Hongjoongs face before dipping you down with his arm, kissing you one last time. Hongjoong sighs. Seonghwa swings you back up to your feet. “I'll see you tomorrow my dove,” he runs his fingers through your hair one last time. “I love you,” he kisses your forehead before running off with Hongjoong.

The rest of the night felt slower than imaginable. Every passing second felt like an eternity as you craved to see Seonghwa. Hear his voice, watch his eyes glow with adventure, feel his warmth, touch his skin, feel his lips on yours. As much as you wanted to see Seonghwa again, you also wanted to get all the answers. The photos, the map, the necklaces, everything was so close to your reach but so far.

The next morning was no different from the night. Every moment felt like an illusion, a dream. Your maid helps you put on your dress for the wedding before guiding you to the carriage with your family. The entire drive over felt like a fake reality. You let out a sigh as you look out the window.

“Stop that scoffing,” your mother groans and you look at her with disapproval. The thought that this woman might not be your mother felt like a blessing. A collar unlocked after years of agony. You look down at your hand, the ring no longer locking you down either. You covered your hand and looked out the window again.

“Are you excited dear?” Your father smiled and you clenched your jaw. Was that even a question?

“Hardly,” you reply without making eye contact with him. Your father lets out a grunt before looking at your mother. The two of them discuss more about your wedding and how things will play out. Finally, the wagon came to a halt and the door was opened for you. There was a man in uniform with a wide-brimmed hat that hid his face. On top of the hat were two large feathers. One a deep red and the other a pale blue. As you stepped out of the carriage he held your hand and the sensation was all too familiar. You look up into his eyes to meet Seonghwa's gaze. He winked with a smirk before putting a finger over his lips. He moved on to help your mother and father out of the carriage, bowing as he did so.

There was a floral walkway to guide you and your family up to the ceremonial area. There was an open space where guests stood with fancy dresses and wide smiles, gifts in their arms as blessings for the newly wedded couple. The anxiety started to set in as you walked down the aisle with a massive bouquet of flowers. You stepped up to the platform with the priest and Herrington. He was well put together you have to admit. His outfit looked expensive and detailed, his hair was slicked back and he had all kinds of “manly” jewelry. You stand opposite of Herrington as the priest begins to speak and Herrington follows through with his vows.

You avert your gaze from him and see Seonghwa in the crowd, Hongjoong standing on the opposite side of him by some of the other guests. Your eyes linger on seonghwa, a desperate cry for help when you hear the words “I do,” slip from Herrington's lips. You sigh and take the first ring, putting it onto his ring finger. The priest began to speak again, referring to you with each word of wisdom. You looked back into the crowd again, eyes locked with Seonghwa as he silently cheered you on. It was then time for your vows but you tripped over your words and stared at the ground. You could feel the disapproval from your family. Whispers stung your ears as you swallowed hard, choking on your words.

“I…” you pause and look up at Herrington. You look back to where Seonghwa had been standing but he was nowhere to be seen. “I…” you repeat before swallowing everything down. You let go of Herrington's hands and he grows furious. You feel cold hands on your shoulders, approaching from behind you. You turn to see Seonghwa, and your eyes light up. Herrington is enraged to see Seonghwa again, especially at his wedding and especially with his hands on you. You were Herringtons, you belonged to him. Herrington cursed under his breath before grabbing the pillow that displayed the two rings.

“Give me that!” He growled as he grabbed it from the priests table. When Seonghwas right hand left your shoulder.

“Looking for this?” Seonghwa smirked as he held up the gold ring that acted as a chain to your life. Herringtons eyes widened in fear. Seonghwa tossed the ring through his fingers, spinning it between each of his fingers as he held your body close to his.

“Guards!” Herrington called out to the soldiers who stood around the guests but they didn't move. “Take him away!” Herrington yelled but the guards didn't move. The guests looked at each other, baffled by the situation. Such scandalous behavior from all three of them. The priest stood slack jawed, unable to handle the situation.

“Those aren't your guards,” Seonghwa smirked. “They're mine.” His eyes glinted with murderous intent, almost a hue of red. Herringtons jaw dropped and the guests panicked.

“Stop this mockery!” Your mother shouted in the crowd. Seonghwa turned to face her, his eyes squinting in disapproval.

“Who's that?” Seonghwa leans down into your ear, asking the question softly.

“My mother,” you explain and Seonghwa chuckles.

“Ah, so she's the phony who's been hiding from us,” he smiles before letting go of you for a moment. “Stay here darling,” he kisses you softly and Herrington freezes, his jaw wired open. His face grew red from humiliation. Seonghwa approached your mother. She faulted, stepping back, backing down for the first time in her life. Seonghwa stood still in front of her. “You know who I am don't you?”

Your mother clenched her jaw. “They'll never believe you,” she replies and Seonghwa laughs.

“They can choose to believe me or choose to hide in fear, denying the truth,” Seonghwa smiles and your mother swallows hard. “Just like you,” he whispers in her ear before spinning around abruptly before clapping his hands. He jumps back up to the platform you stood on. “So sorry for the inconvenience but I believe this loving woman belongs to me,” he says as he takes your hand, pulling you into him. He hugs you with one arm and you wrap your arms around him.

“Don't you dare!” Herrington runs up to Seonghwa but hesitates acting, knowing he's at a great disadvantage. “You've taken everything from me!” He growls and you look back at Herrington with a tinge of guilt.

“Don't act like you aren't in on this either,” seonghwa scowls at him. He lets you out of his arms cautiously, keeping you behind him. “You didn't want to marry her. You wanted her title, her money, and most of all her sister. Y/N was like a last resort to you,” Seonghwa explains as he backs him into a corner. The guests gasp and whisper among themselves.

“What is he saying?”

“Is this true?”

“He must've have,”

Herrington looks around and the crowd who is now shaking their heads at him. “Y/N is not a prize to be won, she's not a treasure to be taken, she's a human with morals, family, and a life of her own. She has her own heart,��� seonghwa explains. “If you are the responsible and dutiful man you say you are, you will let her go,” Seonghwa turns his back to Herrington before extending his arms. You run up to hug him and the rest of the crew quickly flee the scene. Seonghwa holds you as he takes you to the edge of the grassland the wedding took part on. He leaps off with you in his arms. The crowd gasps and Herrington runs forward, watching as Seonghwa steals his diamond. You squint your eyes shut as you feel gravity take its toll on you but everything stops. You open your eyes to see Seonghwa smiling down at you, gently setting you down. Your dress blowing in the wind as the ship comes to life. Herrington is in disbelief as he sees the ship. You run to the edge of the ship and Seonghwa anxiously follows. You lean over the edge of the rail and wave to the crowd.

“And herrington!” You call out and he looks up at you enraged. “You aren't crazy! I did have sex with Seonghwa!” You laugh and Seonghwa blushes, hiding his face from his crew and the crowd. Your parents gasp at your “crude” behavior and you can't help but laugh. You turn to Seonghwa who is blushing madly as Hongjoong steers the ship away from the crowd. You lift up your veil and kiss Seonghwa passionately. He runs his fingers through your hair as you kiss. You step off your tippy toes and look up at him smiling at his tinted red lips from your makeup.

“I told you everything would work out,” he smiles as he caresses the side of your face.

“You still have a lot of explaining to do,” you put your hands on your hips and he chuckles.

“Here, I thought it was about time I gave this back to you,” he says as he reaches into his pocket, taking out the blue and silver necklace. “This was yours from the beginning,” you graciously take the necklace and Seonghwa helps you put it on your neck. Seonghwa then puts his hand under the neckline of his shirt, fetching out the gold and red necklace laced around his neck. You look up at him with curiosity and longing eyes. “These necklaces follow a crooked tale,” he explains. “This necklace was made by your great grandfather. He made it for your mother,” he explained as his fingers traced over the hourglass at the bottom of the necklace. “He made it for her whenever she'd get married. Your grandfather knew he didn't have much time so he made two. One for your mother and when she found her lover,” Seonghwa explained while he guided you around the ship.

“And how did you get this one?” You ask, referring to the one around his neck.

“Well, your mother, a pirate, fell in love with my father,” he explained and your face burnt red. “But he was already engaged. Your mother knew she couldn't have him so she gave him this to always remember her by because he was her true love and he was hers,”

All the information flooded your brain threatening to boil over.

“My mother was a pirate?” You look confused.

“Well, your biological mother. The one I met at your “wedding” is actually not your mother,” he chuckles and you need a moment to think. The two of you made it to the edge of the boat on the dock, where no one was around. “Your real mother was named abactor of the seas. She was a fierce pirate but when she fell for my father in Korea she lost all her composure around him. After watching my father and mother get married she turned…a little less sane,” he laughed and you smiled along. “That's when you were born, but she offered you up to the kingdom, hoping you'd have a better life in the kingdom as opposed to the pirate life,” he explained and your heart sank. “Your mother gave you the necklace as something to remember her by, her true heart was with you now,” Seonghwa wrapped his arm around yours. You nodded, understanding his story. “My father passed on the battlefield and thus the necklace was passed onto me. Long story short I found out about the necklaces going together and the powers they held,” he explained as he held the hourglass charm. Seonghwa moves around behind you, trying to avoid stepping on your dress. He slides his hands around your waist holding you close to him as you gazed at the sea together.

You him softly at complete peace. “I knew the moment I saw you that we were meant to be,” he smiles as he watches your eyes gleam and sparkle from the ocean.

“That's a lot to take in,” you chuckle and he hums softly.

“I know, but remember you have all the time in the world,” he holds you close before kissing your neck softly. “Now I can have you whenever I want. I can always see your smile, see that purity in your eyes, hear your voice, watch the way your hair blows in the wind so elegantly,” Seonghwa whispers sweet nothings into your ear as the sun begins to set. You extend your hand out to the sun, watching as it falls. Seonghwa grabs the back of your hand, rubbing it softly with his thumb. “I get to love you whenever I want,” he hums and you sigh.

“I'll follow you," you smile and he looks taken aback.

“Follow me?”

“Follow my heart,”

[ruthariandbluecookies]

~DiScUsSiOn TiMe!~

I know how people are voicing speculation and concepts and stuff about how Leola might come back because of how Startouch Elves are "immortal beings of the cosmos" and just, like, exploded.

Like, IF she did come back, would she fall out of the sky like a shooting star and her star, the brightest star in the sky, "Leola's Last Wish" would just... disappear? 'Cause that'd be a catastrophe for navigation. Or would she just appear/spawn like... BAM! Would Aaravos sense if she came back or be entirely ignorant to it?

On the topic of Aaravos, if Startouch Elves DO come back, why wouldn't he want to join her in the stars so that they could rejoin the world together? Why wouldn't he spare himself having to mourn his literal CHILD? Because he doesn't want her to be forgotten? Because he wants to AVENGE her? He could do that even if he came back with her, so I don't know.

Back to her coming back, wouldn't it be funny if she just-so-happened to come back, say, near The Silvergrove. And Ethari, who had been going to pick moonberries or something, just-so-happened to find her?

So, we have a lost little Startouch Elf and a depressed Moonshadow elf who thinks his husband is dead and all he knows about his daughter in all but blood is that she's alive (because of the lotus). Obviously, he'd take her in, he's ETHARI.

Would he tell the rest of the village or hide her away? That, I don't have an answer to.

If he told the village, I doubt they would do anything besides kill her or something. I mean, look what they did to Rayla. They GHOSTED (a fate worse than death to them, I'm sure) a fifteen year old with no clear evidence besides the fact that she was the only one alive from a practically SUICIDAL mission (it definitely goes deeper than that and I might make a post about it, but don't count on it). I wouldn't call people like that the voice of reason.

So, it'd probably be better if he didn't tell them and instead hid her away.

However long he takes care of her, I'm sure they talk and grow closer. Leola comes to see him as at least a bit like her father after getting over her panic of appearing in an unknown place, which was definitely by no means terrifying.

And Ethari? He has something to live for again. A person to take care of. And maybe Leola reminds him a bit of little Rayla (minus all the sharp bits).

Meanwhile? If Aaravos CAN sense Leola, then let's say he can also sense where she is. After finding out his little girl, the whole reason he's doing all of this is alive, I'm sure he drops everything and goes after her (of course, Claudia and Terry will go to).

Once he gets there, since he's a Startouch Elf, and one of the "Great/First Ones", he'll easily get past the illusion shielding The Silvergrove.

With Claudia, he probably razes down The Silvergrove, kills some elves until he finds her. When he does find her? He sees a Moonshadow Elf standing over/shielding her. I doubt that goes over well. To Claudia, it'll probably look like the Moonshadow Elves kidnapped her, so she'll 100% be on Aaravos's side.

Anyways, since Claudia is a dark mage what if she puts them all into a coma or sleeping trance, or turns them to stone, or they just all evacuate and no one knows what happened to them, or something else entirely?

Staying true to the "turning your enemies to stone" thing, after Aaravos gets Leola, wouldn't it be cool if Claudia turned all the elves to stone like her father did to Avizandum? And Ethari, while turning to stone, brings a hand to the sky and casts a spell that's like a flashbang that brings attention, and promptly turns to stone completely while a singular tear falls from his eye (Avizandum parallels, anyone?).

After that, they leave to continue the plan (no matter how much Leola pleads for them not to and tries to stop them even though she doesn't really know what's going on because that's her DAD).

Then, when Rayla and Runaan are close to The Silvergrove to tell Ethari that Runaan is alive (which they won't get the chance to do now), they see the words "Silvergrove has fallen" blazed into the ground (because Aaravos is dramatic) and are both horrified. Then they get there and see Ethari's statue (and just AAAAAGGHHHH). I need to see their faces and how they'd react to that.

They both think in their own ways. Rayla probably blames herself (she just lost one of the two parental figures she has left after saying goodbye to the other two and most likely thinks this happened because Aaravos and Claudia were trying to get at her (maybe Runaan even blames her a little, if subconsciously).

Runaan on the other hand? It's terrifying for him. HE'S the assassin, Ethari knew when he married him that Runaan would probably die on a mission. But Runaan? It's HIS job to be in danger. ETHARI'S supposed to be SAFE in The Silvergrove. Runaan's not prepared to lose Ethari because he always knew/thought that he'd be the first to die. He's not prepared to live in a world without him (so now he's going through the grief of his partner dying, the exact same thing Ethari was/is, but Ethari had been prepared for it (not that it made it hurt any less)).

Obviously, they're frustrated because they can't do anything right now because of Aaravos and swear to find something to free him and everyone else afterwards (maybe even get so angry that they try to do/do something rash like go after Aaravos?).

And that isn't even going into how Terry feels when Aaravos and his girlfriend raze a whole VILLAGE to the ground and turn EVERY ELF into stone, including the CHILDREN. That's bound to make him think over some things and which side he should really be on.

Or, what if we move onto a new concept. Everything still happens like this, except Leola's not in it. Like, Aaravos burned down Katolis, which was Callum and Ezran's home, so what if he tries to burn down The Silvergrove since it's Rayla's home (even if it's not really anymore, she'd still be devastated). I doubt he knows that she comes from specifically The Silvergrove, but he's Aaravos, so I'm sure he'd find out easily, adding the fact that he has a dark mage on his side? Piece of cake (now I want cake, specifically chocolate).

Anyway, I know this definitely won't happen in season 7, but, it IS a cool concept, at least to me (and I'd love to hear your thoughts on it!).

[gemini-sensei]

Not What You Think It Is | Tattooist!Hawt x Chubby!Reader Pt. 2

Tattoo Parlor AU ○ Fem!Reader ○ Part One

CW: mentions of/illusions to needles and pain, smut, rough sex, unprotected sex,

Hawk was nervous, but that nervousness soon burst into a million butterflies when the doorbell rang. He'd never had a client come to his home for a tattoo, or any other reason for that matter. This was something he never thought of doing, usually only giving tattoos to friends at his place. Nonetheless, he smiles as he answered the door.

Reader smiled anxiously at him and offered a little wave. "Hey."

"Hey," he said, moving aside to let her in. "I have a seat set up in the backroom, so we're just gonna head down the hall there."

She nodded as she stepped inside. "Cool."

Regardless of the circumstances, he was still excited. "I can't wait to see how you healed up. This is the first thigh tattoo I've done like this."

"It looks really great," she told him. They started walking to the back room, where he had everything set up.

"You just wanted some touch ups, right?" he asked, wanting to clarify what they were doing. He wanted to make sure she wa satisfied with the work she'd gotten done, wanting to put his best foot forward.

She nodded. "Yeah."

He sat down and motioned for her to do her thing. Shyly, she undid the button on her shorts and slipped them off. She was wearing bicycle shorts underneath, of course, but she was she a little shy when it came to these things. Her thighs were sensitive, which was the whole reason she was at his house for today's session to begin with. To say she was a little insecure about them was an understatement, but that was why she got the tattoo to begin with.

She rolled up her bicycle shorts and turned around for him to see. She bit her lip nervously, but let out a small gasp when he touched her leg.

"These look great," he told her, smiling as he ran his fingers over her ink. "I see where I need to shape it up though. That won't be too much work."

"Cool," Reader breathed.

"If you wanna lay down, I'll get my gloves on and we'll get this done."

"Okay," she said with a small smile.

She got on the tattoo bed and laid on there stomach, resting her head on her hands. It wasn't long after that the familiar buzzing of a tattoo gun was filling up the room and Hawk was doing his thing. She took a deep breath before he started, but it only took a few minutes for her to start moaning. She hid her face in her arms as her cheeks grew warm, trying to keep herself somewhat quiet.

Hawk was focused on the touch ups, but he couldn't help listening to her. He couldn't just block her out, the small room they were in amplifying the noise. Her moans were so pretty, too, and he was finding it difficult not to get hard. However, he kept his head down and did what she came here for.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, never wanting to go in heavy handed.

She hummed, shook her head, then let out a loud moan. "No- no, nothing that's not normal!"

He bit his lip and nodded. "Okay."

They were sitting there for about half an hour before he turned off his machine and set everything aside. He wiped down her thighs and finished them up, making sure she was going to heal alright. It was quiet as he wrapped her up, trying to ignore the tension that has permeated the air.

As he stood over her, Hawk had no idea how close his boner - which he'd been ignoring this entire time - was to her leg. That was until he accidentally pressed it against her and she gasped. He let out a low, involuntary groan and pushed it against her leg. She bit her lips, feeling how big he was.

Flustered, she looked over her shoulder at him, seeing the red staining his cheeks. "Did- did I...?"

She couldn't even finish her sentence, but he knew what she was trying to get out. He nodded, sucking in a breath. He pulled away from her but didn't try to hide what she already knew was there. He was hard in his pants for his client, which was never a good thing. She probably thought he was a pervert who had invited her into his home because of this reason because she moaned so pretty while getting tattooed.

So he tried to explain himself. "I'm sorry. I can't control that and you're such a pretty lady and you were moaning so much and I don't know what happened."

She got up, her thighs wrapped and ready to go. She shook her head, trying to think of the words to assure him, but any words fell out of her mouth instead. "No, it's okay. This has just never happened before."

He stopped for a moment, a little stunned by the admission. "Wait, never?"

She shook her head, embarrassed. "Nope. Never. I get it. I'm not that attractive. It was all the noise I was making. I'll just go."

Reader moved to grab her bag, but he stopped her, taking hold of her wrist to catch her attention. His hold isn't hard or firm, but rather gentle and sweet. "You don't have to go."

She looked up at him, shocked that he didn't want her to leave. All she could do was stare as she waited to see what happened neck, but she caught sight of his eyes looking at her lips and she got the idea.

"Are you sure? I mean, me?" she asked.

He nodded. "Only if you want me to."

"I'd be a liar if I said I didn't think about it," she whispered.

He smirked and smashed his lips into her. It was hot and passionate, energized by the moment and their attraction to each other. Lust coursed through their veins as the kiss quickly grew deep and heavy, tongues twisting and moans muffled by their lips. He pulled her close, pressing his hard-on against her hip, and began to lightly grind against her.

Soon, he had her laid out on his tattoo bed once again, this time on her back. He carefully peeled her bicycle shorts off, mindful of her sore thighs and the fresh swelling he'd just caused her. He tossed them aside, soon followed by her panties. She kept her shirt on, still not as confident as she'd like to be in her body. He simply slipped his hands under the fabric and groped her belly and tits, making her moan oh so pretty.

Half naked on his work table, her pussy leaked arousal all over the leather. He loved it, dropping a hand down to play with her pussy lips and spread her wetness all over her, especially all over her clit as he toyed with it.

"Oh, fuck," she whined and bucked her hips up, but he put a stop to that fairly quickly.

He hooked his hands under her knees and pushed them up, putting her legs over his shoulders. He looked down at her as he stood on his knees over her, eyes dark and full of lust. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this. All laid out just for me, wet pussy just begging to get fucked. Who made you this soaking wet?"

"You did, Hawk," she whined. His fingers found her clit again and started rubbing circles into it. She gasped, hips wiggling as he built up her pleasure. "Oh my god!"

"I want you to come for me," he told her, licking his lips. "I want to watch you come all over my fingers."

At that, he slipped two fingers into her hole slowly. She was tight around just two of his long, slender fingers. Once they were knuckle deep, he curled them and pet her spongy walls before pulling them back and fucking them back into her fast and hard. Her back arched off the table as she moaned his name, which made his hard cock throb with need in the confines of his pants.

He kept up his ministrations until she came, squirting hot liquid all over the front of his pants. She squealed, holding onto the edge of the table as she made a mess and didn't even know it. He pulled his fingers out and stuffed them in his mouth, sucking her sweet nectar off of them as he watched her come. He was soaked from his abs down to his knees.

"That was so fucking hot," he said, pressing the front of his soaked sweats against his cock. "Fuuuck!"

He then made headway to push them down and out of the way. They, along with his boxers, got halfway down his thighs before he was gathering up her wetness to slather all over his cock. He ran the tip through her folds, watching it collect her sweet wetness.

She looked at him and his soaked shirt, flustered and hot as she asked herself if she had done that. She didn't get the chance to ask him as she soon saw his fat cock and became distracted by it. "Holy fuck. Is that gonna fit?"

He fisted his thick cock with a smirk. "Yeah, don't worry, baby. It'll fit. This fat pussy of yours is gonna take it all."

He leaned forward, pushing her legs into her some and she moaned. He almost forgot about her tattoos and he leaned back, looking down at her.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, biting her lip. "I've just never... done this before."

"What? Hook up with your hot tattoo artist?"

She shook her head. "This position."

"Oh," he chuckled. "Well, you're gonna love it."

He pushed her legs forward again and moaned again, especially when he grabbed the fronts of her thighs and teased them.

"Fuck, these are the prettiest things I've ever seen. So fucking happy you let me tattoo them," he said, kissing her calf. His hips were rocking against her slowly, cock rubbing over her folds as he talked. It felt so good, but he wanted to get inside of her already and feel her tight walls hug him. "Can I put it in?"

She nodded. "Please! Please put it in, Hawk! Don't tease me anymore!"

He nodded and pulled his hips back. He reached down and positioned his cock at her entrance, then he pushed in and the tip popped in. He groaned with her as it happened, the fog of his mind getting heavier. Then he started feeding her the rest of his length, stretching her around him.

Her nails dug into the leather of his table, head thrown back as she took his cock. It felt so good, opening her up in ways she'd never felt before. He had to have the biggest cock she'd ever had, feeling him reach new depths. Then his hips met her ass and she was feeling dizzy laying under him. "Oh my god, you're so deep!"

It sent a boost to his ego and Hawk bucked his hips, making her yelp. He let her adjust to his size after that, loving how much she was reacting to just having his cock in her. "You haven't had any good dick then."

He pulled his hips back, leaving the tip inside, and pushed them forward. He was easy at first, but not too gentle. He set a moderate pace, keeping her legs up and her ass slightly lifted off the table. His hips constantly met her fat ass, slapping against it and making it jiggle. He watched the spot where their bodies met, grunting deeply as her whole body bounced with the impact. She was absolutely gorgeous.

The room grew heavy with the smell of sex, hot as they grunted and panted into the air. He'd had some low music playing from a small speaker, but it was overpowered by the lovely symphony of moans and groans. It was heady and if anyone were to magically outside the door behind him, they'd know what they were doing in there before they entered the room.

"More! Please!" Reader whined, at his mercy as he fucked into her. All she could do was watch and listen, her view wasn't half bad and was made better once he tore his shirt off. Her pussy clenched as he exposed his toned chest to her and he flashed a smirk.

"You want more?" he teased, gripping her calves. "You sure?"

She nodded to him, needing more of him in whatever way he would provide it. She didn't expect him to push her legs further into her, thick thighs meeting her clothed, hidden stomach. Her knees were closer to her chest but didn't quite meet it, and her breath was stolen away from her. She moaned as there was a slight pain from the backs of her thighs, but it paled in comparison to the pleasure she received as Hawk hit impossibly deeper in her cunt.

Her eyes rolled back as she cried out. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Right there! More! There! There!"

He sped up his pace and continued to hit the spot she so desired him to. He had to bite his lip, so engrossed and focused on his handiwork, that he almost didn't realize his hair was falling in his face. He leaned forward and rested one of her legs on his shoulder so he could push his hair out of his face, wiping some sweat off of his forehead in the meantime. It was so much work, but he loved it.

"Right here?" he asked teasingly. He chuckled as she gargled an answer, too pleasured to answer him properly as she half nodded. He licked his lips, feeling his dick throb. "Fuck, yeah, I know right there. Your fucking cunt is gonna squeeze the life outta me. I make you feel good, don't I?"

"Yesh," she slurred, high on the feeling of getting fucked so well.

"Yeah, well you make me feel great," he told her, grabbing her tit over her shirt and squeezing it. She moaned so heavily, so needily, and he loved it. "This beautiful fucking body of yours, your sweet little moans, make me feel so fucking good. You've got the hottest body I've ever seen and it's driving me crazy. Fuck fuck fuck."

He slowed his thrusts, not wanting to come yet. She had to come first before he could do such a thing. But he could tell she was close, so he gave her tit one last squeeze before moving his hand down her body. Over her belly, where he gave another pinch and she squealed cutely, then finding her clit again in no time and rubbing fast figure eights into it.

It didn't take like for her to come after that, her velvet walls squeezing around his cock tight. He groaned as he fucked into harder, picking up his pace again as she began to tumble over the edge. She threw her head back with a loud moan, coming hard. He fucked her through it, loving the feeling of his throbbing cock wrapped up by her spasming cunt. It was enough to send him over the edge too.

He came with a heavy groan and a few final ruts into her, stilling when he couldn't keep it up anymore. Hot spurts of cum filled her hungry cunt but they were both too high on the feeling to notice.

She whined softly as she started coming down, feeling the last feeble throbs of his cock. The fog began to clear and she looked up at him, panting for breath just the same as he did. Her body was hot all over, warm from the inside out, and starting to grow cool. Sweat stuck her shirt to her body and she felt the soreness beginning to settle in, but she didn't care too much.

When he put her legs down, she sat up carefully and into him. He grabbed her waist and closed the gap between them, sitting in front of her and pulling her to him, still buried deep in her cunt. She whimpered and bucked her hips against his, making him groan from his chest. Then he kissed her heavily, hungry for more of her. She wrapped her arms around him and they sat like that for a while, her legs thrown over his hips as they sat on his tattoo table and made out like it was their last day on earth.

She'd never felt so full in her life and absolutely loved it. His wandering hands feeling up her made her feel like she was up on that cliff of pleasure again. He groped her sides and belly, then her tits. He pulled away from her lips for air but kept his hands on her chest, squeezing her through the fabric of her shirt. He made her moan in the hot atmosphere of the room, watching the way her face twisted up. Her body reacted with small grinding motions against him, rubbing his still-hard cock against her sensitive cunt walls.

"You're so fucking hot," he whispered, dipping his head down to her neck.

She moaned as he bit into her skin and started sucking. "God! I've never had sex this amazing before!"

He chuckled, feeling his ego skyrocket. First, he made her come, now she was admitting this was the best sex she'd ever had? What a day! He continued to suck on her neck until a pretty mark would be left behind, at which point he pulled away and lashed his tongue over the area to soothe her skin.

When he pulled away, he brought his hands up to cup her face. She stared at him, having just caught her breath. Her lips were swollen and glossing, her eyes still a little hazy and lustful. Then he pulled her into another heated kiss and dropped his arms around her waist. He grabbed fistfuls of her ass and pulled her against him, back and forth.

She moaned into his mouth as she practically used her as a toy to get off again. It was dirty and fun, so she wasn't complaining. She was coming again in seconds and shaking on his lap as he moved her on him. Her hands held onto him tightly as she pulled out of the kiss to scream with pleasure, head dropping as she watched the place where they met.

Creamy cum gushed from her cunt and around his base, making a bigger mess of them both as he continued to move her against him. She fell limb against his chest and let him until he was filling her pussy with another hot load. She felt every delicious throb of his cock and she whined softly, hiding her face in his neck.

As he tapered off, he pushed her off of him and laid her down on the table again. He looked down at her frothy folds, watching some of his cum escape her. It was messy and nasty, but he couldn't help to bite his lip at it as he made a mental note to wipe down the table extra well later.

Reader laughed breathlessly. "I don't know if I can' walk after that."

"Feel free to rest up before you go," Hawk laughed with her.

She looked up at him, the realization that she'd have to go had come back to her. She'd only been invited over for a tattoo, an extension of his business, and what they had just done went far beyond that. However, it didn't raise any anxiety in her. She just smiled up at him, feeling far more comfortable with him as her tattoo artist, and then some.

He cleaned her up, ensuring her tattoos weren't bothered by their vigorous activity, then helped her back into her clothes. She lounged around his place a bit, drinking some water and eating some chips as they talked about tattoos and other fun topics of conversation. Then he walked her to her car, where he gave her his personal number if she ever wanted another private session.

On the drive home, she started thinking about what she'd go back for next time, happy to have finally found a tattoo artist who wasn't all that bothered by her moaning during sessions.

[femalefemur]

The Illusion of Freedom: Part Three

part one | part two | epilogue

warnings: kidnapping, cannibalism, dead dove do not eat, please let me know if I missed anything!

word count: 2.7k

A/N: There is actual cannibalism in this part. I have also tried to make reader as gender neutral as possible with no real defining features, so I hope they do actually come across as gender neutral.

After that you’d find yourself in John’s study more often than not. The others joined you after only a day of being apart, complaining to John that they had missed you and pushed their way into his study.

The days that you were in the study you’d talk to John in the moments where he’d lean back in his chair, eyes shifting away from whatever was in front of him as he took a moment of respite. He’d always answer your questions with a small smile playing on his lips, eyes trailing over you in hunger, he hid it well but you could see the glimmer of it behind his gaze. It always made your stomach turn in unease despite your best efforts to quell those feelings. The men had never tried to do anything inappropriate, sure Soap was overly eager and boisterous but his hands had never wandered where they shouldn’t. Still, the twinge of unease remained as you interacted with them despite growing closer, despite sleeping on top of each other, despite the laughter and the food shared. Despite it all there was always a hunger in the depths of their eyes, the only thing you hadn’t realised was that the hunger was not of a sexual nature but rather actual hunger, the need to consume you and fill their stomachs with your flesh. Perhaps though you knew deep down what it truly was when they stared for a moment too long, perhaps that is why the unease didn’t disappear no matter how close you became, perhaps that is why nothing came as a surprise.

Your days were happy though, you had friends of sorts, food in your belly, a soft bed to sleep in and clothing so luxurious it felt like a crime to wear them. You were also free to do what you liked despite the three large men who followed your every step, you were allowed to explore every nook and cranny of the castle and its grounds. You were even free to explore the vast forest that surrounded the castle, and try as you might to find a way out of it or to memorise landmarks, it always proved useless as if the forest was ever shifting, the landmarks that were in a certain place once were never seen again. After a month off trying to find a way through the forest you had given up and opted to spend time within the castle grounds instead. You’d explored every inch of the castle, your fingers running over the cool stone as you walked, eyes widening the first time you had done so as it had felt as though the castle itself was alive and breathing. The feeling no longer phased you though and instead brought you a sort of comfort, especially when you were alone at night, curling against the wall beside your bed to feel the castle, to feel less alone and forget about what was to come as you’d drift off into sleep. 

Soap had seen you once with unshed tears in your eyes in the dead of night as you’d left your chambers to wander out into the garden. His hands had gently cupped your face as he’d asked you what was wrong, concern etched into his face. You had told him how alone you felt at night, how helpless you felt in all this and how you missed your life, your home and your family. How you missed the laughter of your siblings as you all joked around while doing farm work, how you missed the warmth and love of your parents as they hugged you before you went to bed. You’d sniffled as you’d talked and stared up at him, lip wobbling before finally giving in and letting the tears fall. He had gently shushed you, telling you that you were loved by each one of them and that you’d never be alone again as he had lapped at your tears and his saliva had coated your face. True to his word, after that night you had never slept alone again. Instead Soap or Gaz, or more often than not both, would slip into bed with you and wrap you in their arms as you slept.

The rest of the months had passed much the same, you had grown closer to everyone in the ten months you had been captive in the castle. They had become a sort of family to you, people you had started to care about despite everything. That was until another month had passed and Samhuinn was growing ever closer. The castle was a flurry of preparations, most of which you had no part in. You had however been permitted to help decorate, changing all the table clothes to a beautiful white and gold, bringing in fresh flowers daily to adorn the tables and your chambers. You had also been tasked with placing candles in every possible nook and cranny of the castle. The snow colour of the candles a stark contrast to the dark grey stone of the castle as they lined the floors of the hallways and the small alcoves that were scattered along the walls. The candles were lit each night and became seemingly more magical each time you saw them, the beauty of the warm orange flames flickering and wax dripping onto the floors never ceasing to take your breath away.

The closer Samhuinn got the more the air crackled with a buzzing energy. The more the men stared at you as well, their hunger became more and more thinly veiled. The more they would invade your space and touch you, their large fingers caressing your soft flesh for a fleeting moment before they remembered themselves and pulled away. The more you would wake to Soap with his face buried in your neck, breathing deeply of your scent as you both slept. These occurrences only increased the more the days passed and by the week before Samhuinn the men were practically plastered to you. Soap more than the others as he hounded you like a dog, herding you everywhere like you were a lamb who needed guidance to follow even the simplest of paths. 

All of this had culminated to tonight, Samhuinn had finally arrived and the men were ravenous. Both Gaz and Soap had fussed over you the whole day, laying out even fancier clothes for you as they pressed themselves to your sides. They’d been with you since the moment you woke, their hands gently kneading your flesh and their noses pressed to your skin until you slipped out of their grasp and made your way to the bathroom. They had followed you in there too, to your surprise, cooing over you and drawing you a bath despite it being the morning. They had waved off your complaints as they poured divine smelling oils into the water and urged you into the bath. At breakfast they had piled your plate high with fresh pastries and fruits. They had poured you watered down honey wine despite your protest that it was too early for you to drink by assuring you that it was watered down enough that you wouldn’t get drunk, giving you pleased smiles as you drank the sweet wine. 

The same occurrence had happened at lunch. Ghost had insisted on a picnic despite the cold weather as he carried you out to the usual spot under the oak tree, carefully setting you down on the plush blanket before wrapping you in warm furs. John had also joined the four of you for the picnic, smiling at you as you expressed your surprise at him joining you, telling you that it was Samhuinn and he wanted to make the day as special as it could be. His words had made the unease within you grow more as you smiled back and nodded. You had graciously accepted the plate he pushed into your hands that was piled high with different varieties of cheese and cured meats, a few thick slices of bread stacked on the side. After you had finally finished the food on your plate Soap had insisted on feeding you the candied figs that sat untouched. He had gently shushed your protests as he pushed a fig into your mouth, feeding you until you told him if you ate anymore you would be sick and making you lick his fingers clean. 

You had fallen asleep soon after that, the bit too much food in your stomach making you sluggish and the warmth of the furs and bodies around you lulling you into a nap. When you awoke you were inside by the fire and the sun was dipping below the horizon. Ghost was pressed to your back as he held you in his arms, his back against the chaise lounge in an almost upright position while Gaz and Soap pressed into either side of him and you, their arms thrown over your body. Your shifting had caused them to wake, sleepy smiles on their face as they pressed closer to you and nosed at your neck and hair. Asking you if you had slept well as their fingers delved under your clothing and rested on your stomach. You had nodded and gently manoeuvred their hands away before standing, saying you had slept fine and making your way to your room with the three men trailing behind you. 

You had watched as they chatted excitedly, pawing through your closet to find something they deemed acceptable before their hands turned to you and started to strip you. They’d ignored your objections that you could dress yourself, baring your body to them for a moment before they were dressing you again, hands pressing into your flesh as they worked. They’d cooed and praised how your body looked as they grabbed every bit of exposed skin before you were finally clothed again. At dinner they had kept your cup overflowing and your plate full. The delicious, warm soups, meats and vegetables settling in your stomach and making you feel content, like you were being warmed from the inside out. There was also a large selection of desserts, everything from cakes to ice cream and the men insisted you try every single one even if it was only a single bite. You had left dinner stuffed so full of food that it had felt hard to walk. Your stomach had protested slightly and your breathing had become slightly heavy before you managed to lean against a window and stick your head out of it, sure that you would be sick, only for nothing to come. The fresh air had helped your nausea though and you were able to make the rest of the walk to your chambers without incident. 

You had been pushed into the bathroom the moment you entered your room. A bath had been drawn and the smell of expensive oils permeated the air as multiple hands worked to strip you naked before Ghost was lifting you and placing you in the bath with a kiss to your forehead. You were thankfully left to relax alone for the duration of your bath, the only moment you had had to yourself all day you had thought as you sank a little lower into the bath and sighed happily. The hot water had relaxed you properly as you stared at the flickering candles around the tub. The peace however was short lived as Gaz was waiting in your room as you exited the bathroom, an almost sheer tunic in his hands. He had smiled at you as he slipped the tunic on you, its hem reaching your ankles, leaving you with enough room to walk without tripping on it. He had instructed you to sit and wait before leaving your room, smiling at you as the hunger in his eyes slipped out for a split second.

That brought you to now, walking down the hallway as you stared at the candles, watching wax pool onto the floors as you walked. There was complete silence in the castle for once, the only sound that could be heard was the echoing of footsteps as you walked with Soap and Ghost to the room at the end of the hallway. You took a deep breath as you stopped outside the door and looked up at Ghost who smiled down at you before pushing the doors open and ushering you inside. You glanced around the room, taking it all in as you walked closer to John and Gaz, your eyes falling onto the slab of stone in the middle of the room, an altar you realise. 

“You look especially lovely tonight little lamb” John’s voice carried softly through the room as he stepped closer to you. 

“Thank you” your voice came out in a hushed tone, the reality of everything settling in as Gaz placed a hand on your lower back and guided you to the altar.

You were slipped out of the tunic before being positioned to lay down on the altar, the stone surprisingly warm against your skin. The men stood around you, their normal clothing replaced with white robes covered in intricate gold embroidery that glinted in the candle light. You stared up at them, watching their every move with dread and curiosity, your ears buzzing as they chanted in a language you didn’t understand. As the chanting stopped the candle flames stopped flickering and burned bright and true, the air filled with a static charge and their hands grasped each other. Completing the circle around you, each man placed a tender kiss on your lips.

“Now let us eat,” John said, his voice clear and ringing in your ears.

You didn’t feel the first cut, perhaps it was the adrenaline pumping through your veins, the tension of everything making you unfeeling for a small moment. You felt the second though, felt it as it cut through the layers of skin, fat and sinew, right down to the bone before cutting down and around, taking a chunk right out of your thigh. You watched the blood pour down onto the stone altar as you heard their teeth tearing at the lump of your flesh that they held in their hands. Throats swallowing and mouths bloody as they reached into the gaping hole in your thigh and tore, a scream ripped through your throat at that but they didn’t seem to mind as they ate. Your blood dripped onto their clothes as they ate and flowed down onto the floor from the altar as you lay there. Hours passed as they tore and ate, sometimes kisses were reverently pressed to your skin before you were bitten and a chunk of your flesh was ripped from you. You’d gazed down once to see what had happened to your body, out of morbid curiosity you supposed, only to be met with a truly horrific sight. There were large pits in your legs and thighs, open gaping wounds that had blood flowing from them like streams, the beautiful, red fluid glistening in the candle light. The white of your bone was a stark contrast to the pieces of flesh and sinew that hung from the wounds like threads, threads of your fate that had been weaved by the Moirai themselves. 

You had passed out soon after that as they kept consuming your body, each bite of their ravenous maws bringing you closer and closer to your end. By the time they had finished the altar and floor were covered in your blood, sticky and red, a beautiful contrast to your pristine white bones which now lay on the altar in the place where you had once laid whole. Your bones had been picked clean, not a single piece of meat left on them, and laid out carefully with your innards carefully placed within them in the exact places they would be if you were still alive. 

They left the room once everything was in its place with their hands, mouths and clothes coated in your blood, the red seeping into the fabric so deeply it would never come out. There were bits of your flesh still between their teeth and the taste of you lingered on their tongues as they cleaned themselves, the sacrifice was complete.

[mysteroads]

IT DOESN'T END HERE

Summary: While waiting for Dabi to wake up from his coma and make his choice, Tomura Shigaraki gets a visit from someone he's been wanting to see for a long time. There's a lot of things left unsaid between Kurogiri and Tomura, but there's one very important thing Kurogiri wants Tomura to know.

Excerpt:

Calling on years of training, he shoved the pain away, stuffing it into a corner of his mind. “Fine. You’re Orboro Shirakumo. What do you want?”

Orboro blinked, obviously taken aback by his blunt rudeness. “Tomura… do you not know who else I am?” he asked, sounding confused, and slightly hurt.

“Of course I do,” Tomura snapped. “I know you were a hero student who died at age seventeen and your body was turned into Kurogiri. That still doesn’t answer my question. What do you want?”

Now hesitant, Orboro said simply, “I wanted to see you.”

“Why?” Tomura hid his shaking hands by clenching them into fists. “You’re not Kurogiri. Kurogiri was an organic robot, programmed to be my guardian. He… He wasn’t real. There's no reason for you to be here.”

The light suddenly came back into Orboro’s eyes, and it looked uncomfortably like the light of understanding. “Okay. I think I get where this went wrong. Let me start over.” His skin and hair suddenly darkened, his whole body blurring as if he’d stepped behind a fogged up window, then abruptly it was Kurogiri standing there, not Orboro Shirakumo. 

It was Kurogiri.

Tomura felt his eyes go wide, one hand flew up to his mouth, trying to stifle any words before they escaped, while the other fisted in his shirt. He wanted it to be a lie, an illusion, some quirk that could mess with the dead… but he knew better. Every shade he'd met had the same feeling, the feeling of truth, of all the detritus of life scrubbed away to reveal the true person beneath. This was Kurogiri, a man made of black and purple fog, his gold eyes glowing, dressed in his usual button down shirt, gray slacks, and a dark blue vest with subtle shiny patterns. He always liked the blue vests better, Tomura thought frantically, mind whirling. I was angry at Sensei, when he made Kurogiri only wear green at the bar. Kurogiri never said anything, but I knew he was upset, and I was angry at Sensei. I… I got Kurogiri that vest, and told him that he could wear it when he wasn't on duty behind the bar. He was so happy, and it felt good.

Why was he remembering that now?

“Tomura,” and the voice, it was his voice, the voice Tomura had known meant ‘ safe’ since age five. The sound of it almost broke him. He’d missed it so much after Kurogiri had left. 

Carefully, slowly, as though Tomura were some frightened animal, Kurogiri approached him. He even moved the same way, slow and slightly stiff, as though unused to walking. “I have come to tell you something very important.”

“O-Oh yeah?” Tomura asked, realizing that he’d unthinkingly backed himself up almost into Dabi’s bed. Kurogiri was right in front of him… “What’s th-that?”

Telegraphing his movements, Kurogiri raised his hands and put them on either side of Tomura’s face. His hands felt the same: cool and soft, like the cold side of a pillow. Yellow gold eyes gazed into his, and he couldn’t look away. “I love you, Tomura Shigaraki. For all the times I couldn’t say it back to you because of my programing: I love you. I couldn’t have loved you more if you were my son by blood, and I love you still, so much.” 

It would've hurt less if Kurogiri had hit him. “Y-You don’t mean that,” he said, voice cracking. “You can’t. Sensei made you my guardian. It-It wasn’t r-real. Y-You didn’t h-have a choice.”

“I did,” Kurogiri corrected, and for the first time, Tomura heard real, thick emotion in his guardian’s deep voice. “I did choose, Tomura. I saw you for the first time behind one way glass. You were playing by yourself and I could see how alone you were. Your clothes were a mess, your face was dirty, and it looked as if your hair hadn’t been brushed in days.” He ran cool fingers through Tomura’s long hair, gently untangling some of the knots. It was such a familiar gesture it made him ache. “You were so small back then, I could hold you tucked in one arm. And you had the biggest, saddest eyes I'd ever seen, and the cutest face.” He squished Tomura’s cheeks, eyes curving up into a smile at Tomura’s instinctive scowl at the motion. “I was not yet complete, I was not even sure who I was, but I decided that no matter what else happened, I would take care of you. I would love you and protect you for as long as I could. You’re right that the programming muted my emotions and kept me from telling you everything I wanted to, but I loved you so much, Tomura. I still love you. If anything, dying and having my emotions freed just lets me love you more.” His fingers tightened, just a little, the yellow of his eyes going soft. “All For One thought he was manufacturing a bond, but that's because only a selfish, blind bastard like him couldn't meet you and not love you.”

Tomura’s hands rose, wrapping around Kurogiri’s wrists, wanting to keep them in place, wanting to shove them away. “Stop, please,” he begged. He was made of glass, the wrong touch would break him into a thousand pieces. “Please don’t do this to me. You can’t stay. You’re not a member of my League. You’re a hero.”

Gently but firmly, Kurogiri corrected him, “No, I am the protector of Tomura Shigaraki.”

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*note: I'll be posting the full fic here as well, since it's pretty short, but the formatting is better on AO3. Love ya'll!

[newtthetranswriter]

Soulmates? Soulmates.

Paring: Soren x nonbinary half elf reader

Summary: You were born to an elf and a human in a world where elves and humans don't get along. At the age of five you lost your parents and end up being adopted by the King and Queen of katolis. Shortly after the queen passes, your soulmate bond appears. now you have to try and keep your true self hidden while hearing the thoughts of your not so bright soulmate.

Word count: 6687

A/N: so, this my attempt at a multi part fic, it is a soulmate au cause I'm a sucker for them let me know if you like it and want to read more.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings for this chapter: Death of parents and talk of assassination.

Being born to an Earthblood elf and a human really was not the best thing to happen to me. Sure being connected to the earth arcanum is amazing, when I was younger and still lived near the border of Xadia, my elven father taught me how to use planet magic. I learned how to help crops grow faster and stronger, I also learned how to do minor healing spells. I bet you are now thinking well you got to learn magic. How can that be so bad, well I’ll explain.

You see being half elf, I don’t exactly look very human. While I do have five fingers like humans, but my ears are pointed and have a pair of short branch like horns that sprout from the top of my head. You may be also asking how on earth do you hide that from humans, and there is a fairly simple answer. When I was younger it was easy to hide with hats or head scarfs, but as I’ve gotten older, my horns have become more difficult to hide. To help hide them when I was about five my family took me to The Moon Nexus deep within the human kingdom of Katolis and requested help from the guardian of The Moon Nexus. Lujanne was able to craft a moon opal necklace that created an illusion that made it look like I had normal ears, and no horns. The illusion also makes it so that if someone were to ruffle my hair they wouldn’t feel the horns either. 

There are two other things I need to address before we get into our real story. Firstly not only does this world have magic, elves, and dragons, but everyone here has a soulmate. Soulmate bounds can appear in numerous different ways, some are born with tattoos that match, some can hear each other's thoughts, some can feel each other's pain, basically if you can think of it as a connection it has probably happened. I’ll tell you about my connection later. Every creature, human or elf, has a soulmate. In most cases humans have human soulmates and elves have elven soulmates. On rare occasions a human will be paired with an elf and they are both forced to make hard choices: do they find their soulmate and risk both of them being killed because of disagreements between the two peoples or do they forget their soulmate and try to live normal life without them. My parents were one of these rare mixed pairs, obviously they chose to meet and had me. 

And secondly, like I said before when a human and elf soulmate pair chose to meet it almost always ends poorly. You see when my small family was leaving The Moon Nexus after getting an illusion to hide my true self, we were spotted coming from the Cursed Caldera. My father had yet to cover his own horns and one of the humans who spotted us reported it to the knights of Katolis. We were unaware of them following us until we decided to set up camp a few miles away as it was getting late. As we were about to eat dinner the knight ambushed us pointing their swords at my father.

“Step away from the woman and child, and you won’t get hurt.” yelled one knights as he moved closer to our small family.  

Frightened by the sudden yelling and pointed weapons, I hid behind my mother trying to get as far from the swords as possible. “ Please, you don't understand, I’ve done nothing wrong. This is my family.” I heard my father say as he tried to explain the situation, hoping they would let us go.

The next things I heard were the sound of a bow being fired, something hitting the ground and my mother’s scream of agony. It took me a moment to understand that the knights took my fathers protest as an act of disobedience and one of them shot him. My mother’s scream was one of horror and of pain as she felt her bond with her soulmate snap as my father died.

“You’re safe now, we will get back to town safely.” I heard one of the knights say as he started to pull my mother off the ground, as she had fallen to her knees from the pain in her chest. Apparently my mother was not willing to leave her soulmate's body as she fought with knights to get back to my fathers corpse. I had completely spaced out at this point, having just heard my father be killed and hearing my mother’s cries for her lost love. I didn’t even hear my mother shout at the knights for killing him, or the sound of the knights telling her he was better off dead, and lastly I didn’t register the sound of the same knight who shot my father taking another shot. All I know is that one second my mother was cursing at these nights and the next I was an orphan being carried away by a group of knights who had just killed my only family.

At age of five I had lost both of my parents in the span of a couple minutes all because of an ancient feud between humans and elves that I didn’t and still don’t understand. At the age of five I had to hide my true self from everyone because if anyone found out I would be killed as well. Being a half-elf orphan in a human kingdom was hard. No one even looked my way not because of what I am but because after that night I stopped smiling. No one wanted a kid who didn’t show joy or happiness. That is until Shortly after I turned eight.

At the age of eight I was greeted with something that would shock any kid. The royal family was traveling around Katolis to meet their subjects and see the status of their kingdom. Now you may be asking what that has to do with me. Well, the answer is simple, Queen Sarai saw me sitting alone and weak in the street and couldn’t bear watching a young child not much older than her first born son suffer in such a way. She decided then and there I would be brought back to the castle with her family. King Harrow tried to protest, commenting on how they already had two children and it didn’t make much sense to pick up a random kid from the street, but being the kind yet headstrong woman she was, Harrow had no choice but to agree. And just like that I was adopted into the royal family.

It was weird having a family again, Sarai treated me like her own child and tried her best to get me to open up. It was still hard for me to smile, after a week of being in the castle I had quietly told Sarai about what happened to my parents and accidentally let it slip that I was half elf. She was such a kind woman but I thought she would have me killed for it but she assured me that no one would find out about it unless I wanted them too, even going as far as hiding it from King Harrow. Being able to share that part of me again brought me joy but it was short lived.

Not long after I had joined the royal family, I lost another person who was very important to me. While on a trip into Xadia, to find a magical item to save two kingdoms, my adoptive mother gave her life to save the life of The high mage of Katolis. While I may have only known her for a few months, it felt horrible losing another mother figure and the only person I could be my real self around. To top everything off not only did I lose my adoptive mother but after years of hoping my soulmate bond would never manifest it happened, an hour after I was told of Saria’s passing.

I had been sitting alone in my room crying to myself about life being extremely unfair. I heard a small voice in the back of my head, but it wasn’t mine. Hey, who’s crying? I heard the voice of a young boy ask, but it seemed like he didn’t understand what was going on. I realized almost immediately.  

Of all the times for my soulmate bond to appear it had to be now. I thought to myself not knowing if he could hear me, but my suspicion was confirmed when I heard his reply.

What do you mean soulmate? Wait, don't answer that I think I heard my dad say something about it. So you’re my soulmate, does this mean we are going to be best friends? Anyway, why were you crying? Is everything okay? I heard the boy ask. I had to admit it was nice knowing that there was someone I could talk to right now, who hopefully wouldn’t judge me.

Nothings okay. My adoptive mom just died. I just got her and she was taken from me just like my first mom and dad. I don’t know why this keeps happening to me. I responded to him letting my feelings out that I hadn't voiced since King Harrow told me and Callum that our mom was gone. But I guess if you’re okay with hearing about my problems we can be friends. I followed up trying to make it so my first conversation wasn’t all bad even if I still was sure I wanted a soulmate after what happened with my parents and now seeing King Harrows face after telling his two adopted kids that his own soulmate was gone.

I’m sorry, you lost your mom, moms? I’m not sure which is right but I don’t mind hearing your problems, that's what friends are for. If you don’t mind me asking what happened to your first parents? Also I’m _____ what’s your name? The boy on the other side of my bond said, I was confused by the pause in his last question, but figured it was probably an aspect of our bond.

I don’t think we can share our names through the bond. It’s probably to stop us from finding each other before we are supposed to. And I don't mind you asking about my parents, they were killed in front of me a few years ago. I don’t want to go into detail but after that I spent three years living in the streets before I was taken in by a lovely couple. I left out the fact that it was the king and queen because I didn’t want my soulmate to feel different because I was now royalty by association.

 It’s nice to know someone took you in, I don't know what I would have done if my soulmate was left to take care of themself in the streets. Can we share where we are from with our bond or do you think it will also get blocked? My soulmate responded accepting my answers and questioning if we could at least know where we both are in the world.

I don’t think so, if it’s trying to keep us from meeting until we are ready it probably won’t let us say places. I responded, it was kind of frustrating that i can’t even know if my soulmate is in the same kingdom as me or if they’re an elf or human. But that’s just how some bonds are, some give you all the information you need to find them, while others make it impossible to meet before a set time and place. Hell, even with the ability to hear each other’s thoughts we could be looking right at each other and not know until the universe was ready for us to know. Anyway it’s getting late it was nice of you to talk to me, I guess I’ll think to you tomorrow. I said getting ready for a restless night.

The last thing I heard before falling asleep was a gentle goodnight soulmate. It brought me a small sense of happiness knowing that even though I begged the universe to skip me and not make me have to be bonded with another, it didn’t listen and gave me a connection when I needed it the most.

That was ten years ago, I still talk to my soulmate every day. I’ve gotten closer with my adoptive brothers but I still haven’t told them or Harrow about me being half elf, I just don’t know how they would respond. I did however accidentally tell my soulmate about my heritage. It was a couple years after our bond formed, and I was outside playing with my younger brother Ezran when I had tripped and cut open my knee. I had momentarily forgotten about the person on the other side of my mind, and had silently wished I could just heal myself. What i wasn’t expecting was to be integrated by my soulmate about the comment.

What do you mean heal yourself? Wait, can you do dark magic? My dad and little sister practice dark magic, I’m not a fan of it, it’s kinda sad. I was startled at first but hearing that his family practiced dark magic confirmed my belief that my soulmate was at least human. It was also nice to hear that he didn’t fully agree with their practices.

I don’t use dark magic, it’s horrible and cruel. I responded, how could I ever think of hurting innocent creatures for my own gain.

Ok, but how could you heal yourself, oh my god are you an elf? Hearing his question I froze for a moment. Do I tell him the truth or do I try and say it was just a joke, but then i realized he would find the truth anyways so might as well just tell him.

I’m Half elf, please don’t tell anyone. I know we don’t know each other, but i can’t risk people finding me, i don’t want to end up like my mom and dad. I begged him not to tell anyone. He may not know my face or name but if he shared that his soulmate is half elf, he may be pushed to find me so they can get rid of me. Especially your father, if he really does practice dark magic he might try to find away to get to me. Just please I like my life as crazy as it has been.

I don’t think my father would do that, but if it concerns you that much I guess I can keep it a secret. If you are so worried about people finding out does that mean you live in a human kingdom, I know you can’t say which one but, it’s nice to know we are at least on the same side of the border between the human kingdoms and Xadia. He responded, it was nice that he was willing to keep it a secret even if he didn’t believe people would try to use him to find me. If you don’t mind, how do you hide that you’re part elf, I would think you have distinct features that would give it away.

Yeah I live in the human Kingdoms, and I wear a special necklace that’s enchanted with moon magic to create an illusion. It hides my pointed ears and Horns, but those are the only things that make me look like an elf. I appreciate you keeping it a secret. After that I closed our connection for a bit to have time to myself. We both have the power to open and close the transmission of our thoughts but can sometimes just slip, which is how that conversation started.

Back to right now, where I am sitting watching my younger brother Callum be taught the art of Sword fighting by one of the crownguard. It was honestly amusing to watch, Callum sucks at anything that requires physical aptitude, so instead of training it was more Soren smacking Callum repeatedly with a wooden sword.

“Parry, Parry, You’re dead.” Soren said, hitting Callum in the forehead with the hilt of the wooden sword.

“You know Callum if you actually listened to Soren you might learn how to fight.” I shouted from my spot on the bench. The only response I got was an eye roll before he was once again smacked with the wooden sword being knocked to the ground, followed by a “you’re dead” from the knight enjoying beating up the young prince.

“Really? Are you sure? Even if I was wearing armor?” Callum asked from his place on the ground.

“Even if you were wearing the rarest legendary armor forged by Sunfire Elves… Super dead.” Soren chuckles leaning into the boy's face.

Callum scoffed “I’m terrible at this!”

Soren just responded with a yep and helped Callum to his feat. As much as I wanted to stay and watch Callum get his ass beat by Soren repeatedly I decided it was time to go somewhere else to relax. It totally had nothing to do with the fact that I noticed Claudia approaching, that girl just gives me the creeps. Don’t get me wrong she’s always been kind to me but knowing what she would do if she found out what I am, has put me on edge around her.

“Well I'm gonna go find Ez, see if he wants to go steal some jelly tarts with me. See you jerks later.” I said getting up and leaving.

After a few hours I was just sitting with Ezran and Callum eating jelly tarts, when a guard knocked on the door and informed us that King Harrow wanted to speak with us. We all just shrugged and left towards the Throne room. Now I have a slight idea what was going on, there had been murmurs all day about something happening tonight and I had a feeling it wasn’t good.

When we entered the throne room we were greeted by the High Council gathered around the war table off to the side of the room. Seeing this I knew exactly what was happening. I didn’t say anything because I know whatever we are going to be told will be a lie to try and protect my brothers from the truth.

“Kids! You’re going on a trip. To the Banther Lodge!” Harrow said with what seemed to be excitement, but I could tell he was hiding something. Callum and Ezran shared a look of confusion before Callum spoke up.

“But… It’s spring. That’s the winter lodge.” Callum said, perplexed as to why we were being sent to the Banther Lodge all of a sudden.

“Eh. Winter is coming eventually.” The King responded thinking for a moment.

Ezran looked more confused by what we were going to do there. “What will we do? Everything fun there has to do with snow or ice.”

“Maybe you can invent new versions using dirt and rocks. You could build a dirtman! Or what about mud-sledding? That could be a thing!” Harrow said, trying to cheer up the youngest of his children.

I just rolled my eyes at this. “It’ll be fine Ez, we can find something to do while we are there.” I said ruffling his hair, trying to cheer him up. God why do adults lie to kids, like they aren’t protecting them just prolonging the inevitable. I thought to my soulmate, maybe he would agree with me.

I’m not sure, maybe they just want to keep kids innocent for as long as possible. The world can be a really messed up place. I smiled at his response, he’s right I should try to keep it so Ezran and Callum can be happy kids without having to face the dark truths of our world. What brings this up though, is everything ok?

I’m not sure, my adoptive father is sending me and my brothers away for a last minute vacation and it’s obvious he’s hiding something. I responded to him before realizing we were being ushered out of the room, and being told to go pack. As I walked out of the door King Harrow tapped my shoulder signaling me to stay back for a moment.

I complied, understanding he wanted to say something to me without the boys hearing it. “Is there something else you need me to do, your highness?” I asked, still not willing to call him dad even after ten years of him treating me as his own.

“You know you don’t have to call me that,Y/n. But anyway I know you figured it out, you have always been very observant. I just ask that you don’t tell them until after everything happens, please try to protect them from the harsh truths that await them. Please help Ezran because he is so young and will have to deal with so much, please just help him.” King Harrow asked, he knew i wouldn’t say no, he knew I loved Ezran and Callum, so much to the point I would do anything for them.

I looked him in the eyes so he knew I was being honest. “I promise I will do everything in my power to help both of them. All I ask in return is please tell me what is happening? I understand it is something big and probably not going to end well but I need the details, so I can explain it to them when the time is right.”

“You do not need to concern yourself with the details. If everything goes as we plan, everything will be fine.” Viren said, making his way around the War table. I completely forgot that pompous ass was here. “Don’t worry your pretty little head princess. Now go be good and leave the safety of the King to the adults.” I sneered at the dark mage. He knew that I resented that title. It never felt right not only was I not royalty by blood, but I did not identify as a woman. Everyone in the castle respected that and just called me by my name, except Viren, it’s like he has a personal vendetta against me.

As I was about to snap at Viren for his comments, I was interrupted by King Harrow. “Everyone but Y/n out, I would talk to them privately.” With that the High Council left to give us the room. Once the room was empty and enough time had passed for there to be no one lingering by the door, he turned back to me. “I wanted to talk to you about this privately because I know you have your reasons for hiding it and I know you trusted Sarai, but shortly before our trip to Xadia she told me about you. I know you are part elf and you wear that necklace to hide it. I’m not mad, you have been a great older sibling to my sons, and are a very important member of the family.”

I was shocked, he’s known for ten years that he was raising a half elf and said nothing. He trusted Sarai’s word that I wasn’t a threat and let me live here like a normal human for a decade. Before I could thank him for his kindness he continued. “I believe that with your guidance and support Ezran can change the way things are. Please make sure he doesn't hate elves after tonight, tell him and Callum the truth when you get to the Banther lodge please. Help him forgive them and create a bond between our worlds. As for what is happening tonight, there are reports of Moonshadow assassins gathered in the woods, preparing to kill me tonight under the full moon. Viren is trying to find them or find a way to stop it, but we both know Moonshadow elves aren’t easy foes to best. I ask you to keep your brothers safe and help them forgive even after this. I did horrible things to the people of Xadia and those actions can only be repaid in blood.”

I couldn’t find any words. The man who took me in as a child and raised me like his own wants me to help his sons forgive a group of assassins, and work to bring peace between the human kingdoms and Xadia. It was mind blowing. “You have my word, I will do everything I can. And thank you for accepting me for who I am even if I wasn't the one to tell you.” With that being said King Harrow gave me a gentle hug before walking me out of the throne room.

I slowly made my way back to my room in the castle to pack my bag for the trip tonight completely lost in thought. I didn’t know how I was going to get my brothers to forgive a group of assassins for killing their father, after all I still haven’t forgiven the knights who killed my birth parents. I also had no clue how they would react to me being part elf, they have spent their whole lives being told elves were evil and now I'm supposed to tell them and an entire kingdom of elf hating humans that the king’s adopted child is one of them.

Hey soulmate, are you free to chat? I asked hoping my other half would be able to help me through my thoughts. Even though he tended to be a dork, when it came to serious conversations he was rather helpful with figuring things out.

I’m a little busy at the moment, there is a group of assassins after the King I work for, and I’m currently looking for them, but what’s up? I was completely shocked, what were the chances of two kingdoms facing an assassination attempt at the same time. I started to piece everything together, my soulmate was a member of the Crowngaurd, a group directly in charge of protecting the King, and he was currently out looking for a group of assassins. My adoptive father is a King currently writing out his last goodbyes to his kids because a group of assassins are planning to end his life tonight. Hey soulmate you still there, what’s going on why’d you get all quiet.

Are the assassins Moonshadow elves? I asked knowing that if the answer is yes, I know who my soulmate is.

Uh yeah, how’d you know? 

I took a deep breath before responding. I know because they are coming for my adoptive father, The King Of Katolis, which means we have already met on multiple occasions. I wasn’t sure if he would hear the part about Katolis because if the universe isn’t ready for us to figure it out yet, it won’t let us say places, but there are too many coincidences for it to not be time to figure it all out.

Wait you’re saying you’re Y/n, King Harrow’s oldest kid, but you’re part elf, what, i’m confused. I could hear the perplexion in his voice as he also connected dots but was confused as to why the King of Katolis would adopt a half elf. I laughed to myself as I placed my belongings in a bag knowing I would be leaving my home shortly, but hoping my soulmate would be back at the castle soon so I could look him in the eyes knowing who he really was to me.

Just get back to castle before me and my brothers are forced to leave for the Banther lodge. I want to wish my soulmate luck to his face before he fights a group highly trained assassins. Met me at my room when you get to the castle.

Wait I know who you are but how do you know who I am, I haven’t said my name. I chuckled to myself again.

It’s not hard to figure out that the great crownguard Soren is on the end of my mind, after all how many crownguards have a father and sister who practice dark magic. I laughed as I could hear him chuckle at my comment. 

It wasn’t long before I heard the sound of armor making its way to my door followed by a rather loud knock. I swung the door open to immediately be wrapped in a huge by the tall blonde. “I’m so glad I found you.”Soren said with his head buried in my shoulder.

I hugged him back, pulling him into my room. “ I feel the same, now I need you to promise to stay safe tonight, I know it’s your job to protect the king but I need you to make it out alive. I can’t lose you after I just found you.” I said looking into his eyes.

He was about to respond when there was another knock at my door, when I asked who it was, it was another guard coming to inform me that I needed to find my brothers and get ready to leave. “Hey I’ll be fine, and I’ll do everything I can to keep your dad safe. And don’t say he isn’t your dad, because he is, he’s been there for you for ten years. Now you promise that when you get back, I get to see beyond the illusion you wear. I want to see the real you.” Soren said after the guard had left my door.

I nodded in agreement before leaving the room to look for my brothers, the guard wouldn’t have told me to find them if they were where they were supposed to be. As I walked the halls I ran into Callum, who looked like he was also looking for Ezran, so we started looking together.

As we walked in silence only calling out occasionally for Ezran, Callum stopped suddenly. “Ez, is that you?” He paused to look around, while I looked at him confused. “Hello?” When there was no response we continued on down the hall looking for the boy and his glow toad.

After a few feet we both stopped feeling a presence behind us, Callum started smiling thinking it was Ezran, “You know you can’t sneak up on me.” he stated as we turned around only to be greeted by a Moonshadow elf with her blades pointed directly at us. “Uh, Uh, you’re not who I thought you… You’re one of those with the pointy…”

“Oh, you don’t like my ears?” the elf responded, unamused by the boy’s rambling.

“No. I mean, yeah. Yes, I do, I guess.” Callum said, fumbling over his words. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity.

“He meant the pointy swords.” I responded, for him before he kept putting his foot in his mouth. We both tried to step back from the blades.

“That’s far enough. I’m looking for someone.” The elf said.

Before she could continue her statement and ask questions Callum opened his mouth again. “oh , uh, did you check back there?” He pointed at a curtain, once the elf had turned away, he grabbed my hand and started running down the hall.

When the elf had realized she had been tricked, she started to chase after us. We made our way outside with Callum trying to block the elf’s path with armor stands he knocked over in the hallway. We saw a couple guards and shouted at them that we were being followed. I managed to watch as the elf jumped past the guards and swept their legs out from under them using her blades.

“Hey you swept the leg!” Callum exclaimed leaving both me and the assassin confused by his outburst.

“What?” she asked before stepping closer to us.

“Uh, uh, nothing” Callum said before grabbing my hand again and started running up one of the many towers in the castle coming to the doors of the High mages office. “Lord Viren! Claudia! Anyone!” He shouted as we pushed into the room.

All of sudden we were knocked over by the elf once again pointing her blades at us, now we were cornered. “Neither of you have to die.” She said, stepping closer to us.”There are only two targets tonight.”

I looked at Callum confused, “Wait, two? What do you mean?” I asked the elf, only thinking they were after King Harrow.

“I’m here for the King. And I’m also here for his son, Prince Ezran.” She said moving her blades closer to both of our throats.

We both looked up in shock. “ You can’t. That’s not fair. Why would you hurt someone who’s done nothing wrong?” Callum asked, voicing our shared question.

She pushed her blades closer to our throats, the tips now making contact with skin. “ Humans cut down the King of the Dragons, and destroyed his only egg, the Dragon Prince. Justice will not be denied.” She said matter-of-factly.

I watched as Callum thought of what to say next, when he spoke I definitely was not expecting the words he said next. “I see. Well, then, you’ve found me, I’m Prince Ezran.” I looked at him like he was crazy as the elf processed his words.

I was about to protest when we heard a small voice coming from a large painting, “Callum, Y/n” We all looked towards it slightly confused before I registered who was on the other side.

“Psst Callum, Y/n” ezran called again.

“Shh, go away.” I whispered back as I was closest to the painting.

“But Y/n, I found something.”

The elf stepped closer to me and the painting. “Are you talking to that painting?” she asked, confused by what she was witnessing.

Callum chimed in. “Uh, why would they do that? ‘Cause it’s not a good time.” He said getting a little louder towards the end.

Before either of us could stop her the elf reached over and swung the painting forward, revealing Ezran holding Bait and a jelly tart. “Uh… Jelly tart?” he asked, holding it up to the elf.

“Kid, get out of here.” Calum Said pretending he didn’t know his own little brother.

Ezran looked at me confused and concerned, before addressing our brother. “Callum, What’s going on?” I could hear the concern in his voice not understanding why his siblings were in the high mage’s office with an elf who was currently pointing blades at them.

“Callum? I thought you were Prince Ezran. You lied to me.” The assassin said, realizing she had been tricked.

I started to move into the passage with Ezran as I looked at the elf bewildered “How is he lying worse than you trying to kill someone?” I was amazed she felt offended by a lie when she was here to kill my brother and his dad.

After Callum had moved closer to us, Ez held up Bait for the elf to see him clearly, and asked “Have you met Bait? Say hello to my little friend.” And on queue the glow toad started to glow extremely bright blinding the elf. Taking this as a chance to escape we all moved down the passageway before closing the painting again and running as fast as we could. “Guys, follow me. I have to show you something.” Ezran said as we made our way through the tunnel.

After running for a little while, we could hear our new elf ‘friend’ chasing after us. “You’re only making this worse.” We heard her call out.

“Worse how?” Callum said, antagonizing our hunter. 

“Hey Callum, here's a great idea, don’t antagonize the elf assassin who is chasing us with the intent to kill.” I said, trying to keep up with Ezran as he turned down another path.

“This way” He yelled as we rounded another corner, only to be met with a dead end.

Callum was not impressed with our brother leading us to a dead end and popped off with “We’re trapped. What do we do now?”

Ezran approached the wall and handed Bait over to me so his hands were free before saying. “Time for a puzzle.” He then started to push the different rocks in the wall while saying “Rock, rock, stone, rock, stone, stone. Rock, stone, rock, stone, stone…”

“Wait, what's the difference between the rocks and the stones?” Callum asked, interrupting Ezran’s concentration.

The smaller boy let out a goan before saying “Ugh! You made me do stone instead of rock.” and then he returned to pressing the pattern into the wall. “Rock, rock, stone, rock, stone, stone, rock, stone, rock.”  I just looked at the boy confused, but figured he probably knew what he was doing.

After a moment Ez turned to us and grind as the floor behind us opened to reveal a spiral staircase into a hidden room below. “Wow” was all that came out of Callums mouth before we all made our way down the stairs. 

At the bottom of the stairs, we were greeted by what looked like a dark mages supply cupboard. There were jars of animal parts and random books all around the room. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The first thought in my head was to ask Soren if he knew about this place as it obviously belonged to his father, but I decided against it as I know he was getting ready to try and protect the king's life. I figured I would let him reach out to me the next time he needs to speak with me just to not interrupt him and his job. 

I failed to notice that Ezran had closed the staircase but I did hear the conversation that followed.

“You’re sure she won’t be able to follow us?” Callum asked.

“No way. It took me over a month to figure out that combination.” Ezran said feeling proud of himself, before the sound of the passage opening again revealing the Moonshadow elf. “But how did you…” Ezran started confused as to how she figured it out so quickly.

She just smirked at him before responding with “ I just pressed the stones with the jelly handprints.” Ezran groaned facepalming leaving a handprint of jelly on his face.

I watched as she inspected the shelves lined with jars, and stepped back lifting her blades and pointed them at the three of us. “What is this place? Runaan was right. There’s nothing in humans worth sparing.” She stepped closer to us.” Times up. Humans destroyed the egg of the Dragon Prince. There must be justice.”

I pushed Callum and Ezran behind me remembering my promise to protect them, making eye contact with the young elf, “You’ll have to get through me.” I watched as she looked me up and down her eyes catching on the moon opal hanging around my neck before stepping closer placing the tip of on of the blades against my neck.

“Realy?” she asked, ready to take out whoever she has to inorder to complete her mission.

“Wait!” Ezran exclaimed. Stepping out from behind me looking towards a corner. “You need to see something.”

She rolled her eyes at this, “I’m not falling for that flashing frog trick again.” She said pointing the blade at Ezran.

The glow toad in question flashed red before Ezran responded to the statement. “He’s a glow toad. But there’s no trick this time. Please, look.” He pointed at an object covered in a cloth.

The elf hesitated, but eventually agreed. “Fine. You uncover it. Slowly.” She stepped back still pointing on blade at Ezran with the other pressed to my neck still.

Ezran walks over to it “I can hear something inside, something alive.” he said as he pulled the cloth of the mystery object. We were all stunned as it revealed a large glowing egg.

Slowly approaching the egg, the elf gasped. “It… it can’t be.”

Me and Callum both watched stunned as Ezran and the elf turned to face us. Callum then voiced what we were all thinking. “ The egg… It wasn’t destroyed.”

[jarpadswalker]

Part II

I am back to answer the rest of the two questions related to Jensen and the prequel gate...

About my views on Jensen... Early on, especially when I started following con panels and attended two myself. I became Jared girl, Jensen, for me, was an accessory. He was just like any actor, nothing special. When I met him, I knew instantly that though it is an informal event, it is all business for him. Now, it wouldn't have meant much because I am used to actors' behavior, but for me, the behavior stood out coz I had just met Jared, who was the big ball of energy. So meeting Jensen immediately after Jared was like someone sucked the energy out. This is exactly why, for the next day, I kept Jared at the last because I wanted to end my day with the positivity.

So I didn't mind Jensen as he didn't come across as rude or insulting like Misha, nor was he amiable like Jared. He was just like any actor.

For me, the first red flag came during AKF and YANA debacle, which is when I realised that Jensen is not how he appears to be. He is very calculative and shrewd. He supported YANA despite knowing it was a blatant copy for AKF. Still, I said fine you launch YANA. There is no copyright on supporting MH more the support better it is. BUt, Misha and Jensen were totally insincere with the campaign. They didn't take efforts to understand the gravity of the situation nor gave any thoughts on how the campaign was being presented. It was clear that YANA was nothing but a money minting project for M, Jensen, and CW. The worst was when the campaign failed, Jensen bailed, leaving Misha alone to take the fall. He didn't have balls to stand up for the project that was supposedly important to him. The moment it failed, he went. Nope, I wasn't interested in it, I just did it to help M. Everything was M's idea.

Since then, I started doubting Jensen intentions and didn't believe a word he said. I realise that he is opportunist. The moment he sees profit into something, he latches to it. Not only that, but even in terms of putting effort, he does the bare minimum, but when it comes to appreciation, he is first to take credit.

My doubts were confirmed with Prequelgate. At first, the sheer unprofessionalism was appalling, but I thought there might be some miscalculation. He won't stan Jared immediately after the end of the show. But that illusion broke when Kripke tweeted, apologizing Jared and stating that he assumed Jensen must have informed Jared. It proved that whatever Jensen did was intentional. He always wanted to own the SPN brand. I think somewhere it always hurt Jensen that despite being senior in the craft, it was Jared, a conparatively young actor who got the lead. Jared was always in the forefront when it came to media attention. If you have time, then just compare the kind of media that gave coverage to Jared and Jensen and the amount of time they do it, at least during SPN. Jared, with his extrovert attitude, is mainstream media fave. So I feel it was deliberate. He was to slyly make the brand for himself, and he knew he would lose Jared's fan if he told the truth. So he lied about Jared. When he was called out, like a coward, he once again ran and hid.

What is the worst was the MR podcast that showed the world hus true face. Instead of apologizing, he tried to shift the blame on Jared. Which was the dick move and then his constant lying and changing the reason as to why he didn't inform Jared. It was when I lost all the respect for him. In fact, according to me, at that point, he seemed worse than Musha. With Misha, we knew what to expect, but Jensen pretended to be a friend/brother and then backstabbed the said brother. Such people are the worst.

Post prequelgate, Jensen behavior came to light. Things that were ignored becoz his association with Jared came to like. It became quiet telling how Jensen never supported Jared. How he never asked his fans not to hate on Jared PS, immediately after prequelgat Jared actually asked fans not to hate Jensen. Jensen never extended the same courtesy. In fact, he piled on to the hate by making sparky comments. He would always diss Jared. How he never took ant effort to make Jared feel special, not even during his birthday. How he always used Jared and then dissed him from everything . How he would steal Jared's jokes and ideas and pass it as his own.

Infact, now when I look back I feel Jensen always tried to one up Jared. See, everything that he has done it is immediately after Jared. Jared shifted to Austin and bought a house with open field and stuff, Jensen immediately shifted to Austin and bought the house at the lake front. Jared entered pub business with San Jac salon and curated an alcohol with Stephen, Jensen started FBBC. PS: Jensen had zero idea about beer , nor did he bother to learn about it. Unlike Jared, who studied the entire market. Gen started her influencer journey, Dannel tried to copy it and, when she failed, resorted to dissing Gen like a child. Jared and Gen got into production, and so did Jensen and D. He has always copied Jared. Even now, Jensen is trying to copy Jared's long hair look. Over the year, he has seen how Jared long hair look has been appreciated, so he is now trying to copy it. He couldn't do it earlier because producers and directors didn't allow him to. Now we know why they did, Jensen looks like cheap motel pimp.

[ramcharantitties]

Accha lagta hai

Part 7

You weren't sure if it was what you saw. The cuffs of his half sleeve tshirt, stretched by his bicep partially hid it with his flexing muscles. Was it a shadow, or something doodled?

"Like what you see?" Ram's raspy, dark voice pulled you out of your trance. You snapped back to reality to see his smug face. Huffing, you threw your plates back, getting back to work at hand.

The chores of the day fogged your mind, almost erasing the memory of what you saw on his arm. It was after Ram bathed and you were in the bedroom, mending one of his shirts. He came out, with a loose towel wrapped around his waist only. You couldn't help but stare at the rippling muscles and hair when you caught the site of it again, on the inside of his right bicep. Your eyebrows furrowed wondering what you're seeing is right or just an illusion of shadows, when you were interrupted by your husband again. "If you want me just say that"

His statement brought you back to world. You put his shirt down, and made your way to him. You grabbed his arm and turned it to see- and you were right- a tattoo. You gasped, looking at his non chalant face. You pulled him to the bed, setting him down and sitting too. "Why didn't you tell me" you traced the ink slightly, it was a small lotus. Ram just shrugged. "I didn't think you'd really care" he knew he messed up when he saw your confused face. "You're my husband! I care about everything you do" Ram couldn't help but smile, staring at your face.

"What's the lotus for?" You whispered, still mesmerized by the tattoo. "You" his answer was unexpected, and he knew that when your head shot up. "Your eyes are big like lotus, your hands are soft like lotus, and you're my goddess, like Laxmi maa on lotus. When I first saw you, you were holding two lotuses. And like a lotus in mud, you grow so beautifully in my mess-"

Ram felt a hand on his lips before he could continue. You nodded, not letting him continue. Ram smiled, and your attention went back to tracing it. "When did you get it?" "Some weeks ago" "Did you hide it from me?" "Not really, I was asked to cover it or it would hurt" you nodded, your eyes not leaving the art piece. A hair fringe fell on your face which Ram tucked away. You smiled at him and he knew all the love you held for him.

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