#IMAGINE THIS AS A WOLF HOWL OKAY ?

[carcinocommander]

AAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[werecreature-addicted]

No because . imagine a moment with werewolf partner where they're just delighted to be around you while you're singing , and you laugh and say you're bad at it, but they don't care because all they hear is their mate and pack member howling with them,, sobbing sliding down a wall

Oh baby howling at the moon time!!!

For one, no I don't think howling at the moon would be taboo or cultural appropriation. As long as you're howling with a wolf/ wolf pack of course. To me, packs have a big found family vibe to them and have less to do with being a werewolf and more to do with loving the other members of the packs. Vampires, Humans, Dogs, all pack members.

That being said, some people definitely do mock werewolves with howling at the moon and dismissing the howl as a way to make noise, werewolves might also be stereotyped as loud and obnoxious. I can imagine a werewolf being sensitive if their human partner howls without being invited to first, they might assume they're teasing something that's genuinely important to them. but typically, as long as you're invited first it's okay to do so.

I think a werewolf would love to howl all night with their partner as a sort of way to celebrate the full moon. they try to be a little quiet, only so they can hear you yip and yell better, they think your voice is so pretty and they want to hear you.

Imagine big bonfire parties with the whole pack with a big potluck dinner and lots of singing around the fire and howling to celebrate the full moon. Howling is a way to sort of way to call out for other wolves and other members of the pack, to howl together is a way to signal community and family and a way to show love to the people you're with. a chorus of out of key, loud, voices singing together.

Imagine a werewolf coming home and not knowing where they're lover is so they howl and wait to hear a howl back and track them down in a game of werewolf marco-polo. I also like to think that, like dogs, if a wolf hears howling, or something close, they cannot help but join in and end up barking along to some songs, they really can't help it.

[sweetbearbakery]

clingy panther/wolf hybrid bf that gets lost at target while you shop??

Losing your wolf hybrid bf at target♡

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•Wolf hybrid! Bf is very affectionate and clingy, always pawing at you or nibbling/licking your face.

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•Wolf hybrid! Bf who started to cry when he got home from the store one night and couldn't find you, not thinking to check the bathroom. Then you coming out of the bathroom, finding him in a pile of blankets and your clothes on the rug in the living room. Curled up into himself as he whined.

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"Baby, why are you crying?" His head immediately shot up, pouncing onto you as he nuzzled his face into the crook ofyour neck. Hiccuping as he cried, his nose cold on your skin. "I thought y-you left while I w- *Hic* was gone!" He would cry into you neck, clinging onto you like a lifeline. You would settle down into his pile as you let him snuggle up in your lap. "No sweetheart, I was just in the bathroom. I would never leave you like that."

He'd sniffle as he looked up at you gently, nuzzling his face into the front of your shoulder whilst looking up at you with doe eyes full of love and worry. "P.....Promise?..." Looking down at him with a loving smile as you gently moved some hair out of his face. "Yes baby, I promise."

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•So just imagine the panic that sets in when you realize that you had left him in one of the isles of target.

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Hearing a small howl from the cleaning supplies isle, you rushed over. Frantically looking around until you saw a fluffy tail sticking out from the toilet paper.

Sighing in relief as you gently moved some of the toilet paper packages from the wall he had built. Finding him curled up and shaking like a leaf in the middle of the the toilet paper. Curled up into a ball, his hands holding onto his ears a bit. The cartilage bending in his firsts, not enough to hurt him. His breathing was a bit heavy, you could see some of his face. Feeling your heart sink as you caught a glimpse of his quivering lips and tear stained cheeks.

Stepping a bit closer, you gently tapped his shoulder. Expecting him to just turn his head and look at you with a scared look. Turns out he had noticed your touch, and apparently, even in public like this, he pounced onto you. Not that you minded.

Knowing his need of comfort and consolation in the moment, you wrap your arms around him immediately. Squeezing him tight enough to let him know that you were actually there with him. Letting him be there in the moment for a bit before speaking up.

"It's alright sweetheart, I'm right here. I'm so sorry, so, so sorry, Honey...." You whispered softly as you started to rub soft circles onto his back. Feeling some of his shaking and quivering go away. Gently tilting his chin to look up at you. Sitting silent as you waited for his words. "I....I thought.....you left me h...here all alone.....that y...you didn't love me a....anymore...I.....I was s....so scared...."

Sighing softly as you started to softly pet the top of his head. "I know baby, I'm so sorry. But I promised I would never leave you." You coo out in a gentle whisper. "And I'm right here, aren't I?" He sniffled, nodding as he looked at you. "Y.....yes..."

Smiling as you took one of his hands into yours. Placing your forehead onto his. Mumbling a small 'it's okay.' Before picking up your head and bringing your free hand to his cheek, gently caressing it. "Just breathe, sweetheart. Can you tell me five things you can see?"

He looked at you, a bit confused as he sniffled but nodding. Looking around before looking to you and clinging back onto you. "I can see you, t-the wall, um...the shelves, my h....hands, and.....cleaning supplies..." He smiled as you nodded in approval, placing your forehead back on his.

"Good, now closing you eyes. Take some more breaths and name four things you can feel. Okay?" You feel him nod against your forehead. Taking a big, deep breath before he closed his eyes, squeezing your hand softly. "I can feel....you hand in mine, your pants, the floor, and.....my own hand."

You let out a soft hum, letting go of his hand. Both of you opening your eyes. "Close your eyes and ball your hands into gentle fist." He listened, closing his eyes once again and gently balling up his hands. "Now, three things you can hear?"

You look at him as he focused, finding him adorable. His ears stood up gently, listening around for noises. "Your breathing, shopping carts, and other people." He opened his eyes, smiling softly as he looked at you.

Opening your arms, welcoming him into your embrace. He immediately hugged you tightly, nuzzling into you. Smiling as you started to pet the top of his head once again. "Two things you can smell?" You whispered to him softly.

"You and me..." He mumbled in response before looking up at you. Taking his chin carefully and gently kissing him. The kiss full of love and comfort. Pulling away a couple seconds later with the same smile as you asked. "And one thing you can taste?"

He looked at you, blushed softly as he clung onto you again and buried his face into his chest. Mumbling a small "you..." into your chest. Laughing softly as you gave him a soft squeeze, kissing the top of his head. "Good boy." You praised softly, looking at his wagging tail.

Helping him stand up, wrapping your arm around him despite how he was taller then you when standing. Pulling him close and keeping him a your side. "We can come back another time, let's just go out to the car. M'kay?" You asked as you looked up at him.

He nodded, looking down at you before looking around and sniffling a bit. "Okay....and.... thank you..." He whispered as you both walked to the exit. "Of course, Honey. Like I said, I'll never leave you. I love you, so much.

A soft smile appearing on his lips as your two walked out the doors, wrapping his arms around your waist in return. Somehow pulling you closer as you both walked to the car. Stopping before going into the parking lot, bending down to kiss you softly, after the kiss, mumbling a small but meaningful " Well..... I love you more...."

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A/N: Thank you for the request and I hope you like it! Please boot this post and feel free to send in more request, like, and reblog/repost.

XOXO, Bee♡

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi! I really like your writing, and I was wondering if I could request a Yandere!Platonic 1st Years (+Grim) with an Eri!Reader?

How would they feel learning of her abused, trauma, and her unfamiliarity with general society and social norms? (Who’s looking murderous when they see just the scars littered around her arms and legs when her bandages are removed?)

Though it’s a whole different story when she says she sees her power as nothing but a ‘curse’, and her existence a ‘burden’ that only makes others suffer? All because of the man named ‘Overhaul’, the one who did this so her? (Who’s about to go feral when she admits she doesn’t remember how to smile?)

But she starts to become more positive thanks to Grim and slowly the others (She likes Grim and is very sparkly eyed because he talks, breaths fire and thinks he’s amazing)

Imagine when she says she made a friend all on her very own who’s ‘like her’, though they lightly chastise her that she shouldn’t talk with strangers (It’s Malleus, they’re both lonely, have horns she has 1, while Malleus has 2, have an incredible power that’s very dangerous, and they’re unfamiliar/slow with society)

Eri Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

You’ve been through so much….so you’ve been told. The pain, the heartbreak, the constant voice in your head that has guilt weighing on your little heart. Your transportation to Twisted Wonderland couldn’t come at a better time. They’re going to welcome you cage you to this new world more than willing to spoil you to your hearts content:

Grim 

“Oi oi servant they all think we’re monsters!”

“...yeah?”

“Yeah! So we gotta show them we’re gonna be the greatest mages in here!”

“Oh….okay!”

He’s the perfect chaotic companion

He teaches you to allow yourself to do what you want

Granted his guidance isn’t all knowing

No matter how tasty Heartslabyul’s tarts are you shouldn’t eat them everytime you visit — especially without permission

Either way you’re learning to forgive yourself and allow you to have fun

And leave it to Grim to say whatever snarky thing you’d like to say when your big-brothers get in the way

“Nyeh! You won’t be able to do anything against my flames, nyah!”

Ace Trappola

“Hey if I catch you moping about that plague doctor guy, I’ll sock ya in the head!”

“Ace?!”

“I-i-i won’t!”

In a weird way you’re so used to being bullied (by kai) that you tend to take his bully-affection to heart

You know he cares, he just won’t tell you often

He reminds you of a certain blonde…

It also makes you more privy to his very willing desire to steamroll over anyone he deems a problem for you

“I think he meant that as a joke, Ace…”

“Joke schmoke, I warned you, you stain! I’m putting you in the medical wing.”

“Ace, please!” 

Deuce Spade

“(Y/n), did you eat today? Are you feeling well? Do you need me to carry you!”

Mother hen of the group

He’s hovering close behind even when you don’t see him

Always making sure you’re safe and happy as can be

He’s teeming with anxiety if he’s not watching you himself

Even worse if you get hurt accidentally or on purpose

Now he’s Mama bear totally bearing the claws to protect you

He’s not going to leave you to defend yourself

Especially when your abilities hinge on your mental state

He’s trying his best

“Are you doing the breathing techniques Crewel recommended? Where’s your paper bag?”

Jack Howl

“Hello little one.”

“Hi.”

“Would you…like to sit on my shoulders?”

“Yes!”

Your #1 guard dog

Doesn’t have to worry considering Deuce is freaking out for him

He’ll be the sane voice of reason because Ace isn’t anywhere close to reliable in his eyes

Naturally he entrances you with his tail and overall dog-like personality

But don’t forget he’s got the bite force of a wolf that he’s not afraid to use if he deems fit

“Pup, don’t stop yourself from having fun or being…young. I–we will keep you safe.”

Epel Felmier

“You’re so pretty.”

“...Thanks.”

You’re the only one who can get away with calling him that

And he loves nothing more than escaping Vil to find out what other sweet makes you smile sweetly 

He’s also one of the first to join Ace as part of the self-proclaimed protection committee

He’s also one of the first to suggest taking it further than a mere beatdown

Anything for his new little sibling

“If there’s no body…there’ll be no problems.”

Sebek Zigvolt

“TINY HORNED HUMAN! WHERE IS YOUR DIASOMNIA PIN!” 

“Uhm…Ace took it from me…said it was unfair.”

“THAT FOOL. COME CHILD I SHALL BESTOW UPON YOU THE PIN AGAIN.”

Is definitely apart of a brainwash committee of his own and is insistent you become Diasomnia’s new mascot…under Malleus of course

His loudness sometimes scares you off but he means well

And will no doubt join the others if a few heads need to roll

“Rest easy, child. On my watch, no one will harm you.”

[therandompagesblog]

SKS Mate: Chapter 1

Warnings: Angst, Misogyny, Anxiety, Trauma

Chris was told many moons ago that he and his pack would be mated to an omega. A single omega. Chris had heard all the stories about female omegas and how important they were to a pack. How an omega would care for and fulfil the needs of the other werewolves. How an omega would bear the Head Alpha's children. Chris even read the stories and the old lore of Omegas being incredibly submissive and virtuous. They were the purest wolves up until the revolt against alphas and betas. Chris, of course, had an old-fashioned stereotype of how omegas should be which filled his expectations. He imagined his omega would be an innocent, submissive omega. A sweet-scented omega who he could ruin and make feral. He imagined his omega sitting on his lap purring away as he sorted out his files. He would even imagine his omega soothing his pack members when they were angry and frustrated. Chris has had all of these expectations for years, and he yearned to find her. He even sent Changbin and Jisung to search certain areas of werewolf lands to find his omega but they always came back with nothing. There were times Chris started to doubt what he had heard and that he would never be gifted a mate so he should settle for finding any old omega, but he just couldn't.

The minute Chris gave up on finding his mate was the day she crossed his land. Her strong bloodied and burnt woodsy amber scent engulfed the noses of the two betas who were scouting the area. The two males had not expected an omegas scent to knock them back for six. It confused the two of them, that they both impulsively went to find out who they was. What they didn't know until they were 5 meters away from her was that she was their mate. It was only when they got close enough to get that one of them skidded on all fours in confusion. The beta's wolf chanting mate, mate repeatedly sent the young beta into panic, causing him to alert their head alpha. The two males continued to follow the bloodied brunette omega through the forest. The younger one of the two tried to call out for her trying to show her they were not a threat, but she didn't seem to hear them. The closer the two got they saw her battered and bruised body, scattered in werewolf bite marks. It was clear to the two of them that their alpha's omega had been abused by another werewolf pack. They needed to tread carefully with her.

When they eventually reached her they both crouched down in front of her, trying to release calming waves that didn't seem to reach her. The two men looked at each other worriedly before paying attention to her fragile frightened face. They could barely see her features as he dark brown hair covered her red puffy face. "Hey, it's okay." The older one whispered out, slowly stalking towards her but she growled and bolted to their left. The two wolves huffed in frustration. They were so close to getting her. If they let her go their alpha was going to rein all of their necks in and send them down to the Alpha of Torture and no one would willingly want that. The two of them decided to run either side of her to see if they close in on her. They knew they would have to catch her forcefully as she wasn't going to back down. In the end, the older one managed to close the gap between them and pounce on her, forcing her to the ground. The younger female growled, scratching and whining at the attacker in fear. Again, the male tried to send waves of calmness towards her but she wasn't responding. He wondered if it was due to all those bite marks up her body that rejected his gift. "Shhh. It's okay. You're safe." The older male whispered repeatedly as the younger female wolf cried. Luckily for him, she eventually gave up but the male wolf still didn't trust her from running so he kept her pinned down until their pack Alpha arrived.

When Chris heard Jisung's howl he dropped everything that he was doing and ran out of the house. It was only when Chris reached the small bridge that a wave of emotions hit him. Mate. Mate. Omega is here. Omega is here. Every negative emotion Chris felt about not having an omega disappeared from his body in return replacing him with anxiety and excitement. Chris shook his head and jogged over to where Jisung and Changbin's scent was. "Chan. Is it really her? Is she ours?" Changbin whispered in fear that he was wrong and had just assaulted another werewolf pack's mate. The main alpha, Chris, looked down at her small form under Changbin and growled protectively. He didn't like the way his pack member had her pinned underneath him. It riled him and his wolf up. Changbin seemed to realise and slowly got off of her to let his alpha get a good look at her. Chris studied her pale mudied body and glared down at her tainted abused skin. They were covered in different male bite marks, symbolising her impurity and struggles. Chris felt his blood run cold as he looked at his mate with slight disappointment. Everything he dreamed of was crushed in an instant. Everything he wished for, the opposite came true. "Chan Hyung?" Jisung called out, causing the alpha to snap his head up. Chris looked at the two males before crouching down towards his mate, edging slowly towards her.

The closer he got the more the younger female growled out at him. Chris could smell the acidy stench of fear that was radiating off of her. Chris could see the way she was hiding herself she was petrified. "Omega." He whispered out. He slowly reached towards her head to brush away her matted hair from her face. "Omega, you're okay," Chris whispered out as he tried to urge the scared wolf to lift her head. He wanted to see her. "She's so scared," Jisung whined out as he held his hands out in front of himself. "What have they done to her hyung? Our poor omega." "I know Jisung." Chris breathed out sadly as he plopped to the floor. "We need to get her back to the house. She's not safe out here." The female wolf slowly peered her head around the male wolf's forearm to look at the head alpha, causing the males to freeze. Her eyes were a cold grey stone colour. They held so many emotions in them, but also none at all. Her eyes on Chris were mesmerising, he had never seen eyes the colour of ash. "Omega." Chris breathed out, causing her to growl, so he changed his approach. "My name is Chan. I'm the leader-" "I. Know. Who. You. Are." The female wolf growled out. Her voice was laced with anger. "I won't hurt you. My pack won't either. I would never allow it." Chris whispered, before looking at Changbin to get off of her.

Changbin slowly sat up and crossed his legs with a soft smile on his face as he watched her eye them. She was staring at each of them. Taking them in. The younger one, Jisung, was still standing behind the two males with his arms by his side awkwardly. Y/N studied his puffy round angelic face. He seemed absolutely bamboozled about the scene unfolding in front of him. Y/N then glanced over to her attacker, Changbin who gave her a grin, causing her to growl. Y/N then looked over to their head alpha. Christopher Chahn Bahng. The alpha who raided seven werewolf packs in one year to find an omega. The alpha who murdered his younger brother to become alpha. Everyone knew who he was. "Omega," Chris whispered gently, but she growled at him, her eyes turning a bright blueish colour. If this were anyone else they would be forced to submit. Chris' patience was wearing thin and he was trying to be patient but this poor omega wasn't budging. "What's your name?" Jisung asked, trying a different approach. He wondered if she didn't like to be called 'omega'. "What will you do to me?" Y/N breathed out. "Check your wounds. Keep you safe. Feed you. Love you." Jisung answered honestly as he looked towards Chris who nodded thankfully at the beta who was trying to ease the situation. "Jisung is right. My pack will care for you. I will protect you, always. I will not hurt you. You are my mate-" "No, I'm not." Y/N interrupted Chris. "I've heard that before. I can't be yours if I'm theirs."

Chris frowned at her words. Who told her she belonged to them? He couldn't believe his ears. "You are. You may not believe me right now, but you are. My pack and I have waited for you for so long." Chris stated. Almost pleading with her. "Please let me take you back with me. Let me have my beta, Felix, check over your wounds." Y/N looked back at the other two betas and made a decision. She had to go with them. She was an alone omega in a world that would kill and trade for one. She may not be safer with Straykids but it was better than them. "No one touches me," Y/N growled out, glaring at the head alpha who was staring at her with a frustrated expression. "Only I and Felix. To check your wounds." Chris clenched his teeth in frustration at his own words, but he had to find a way to get you to trust him. To trust them. He might be ruthless but he wasn't forceful in that way, but he could be if pushed that way.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any rec for sterek fic in which Derek and Stiles knew each other before the fire?

Hi @dyke-yoonji! I sure do.

Shopping Cart Memories by osointricate

(1/1 I 807 I General)

For Autumn, who needed "more stiles had a cute kiddy crush on derek way back when” fic."

Shades Pulled Shut by OverMyFreckledBody

(1/1 I 1,530 I General)

Derek was there when Stiles' mom died.

Now it's Stiles' turn to be there for Derek.

Tiny Spark, Mighty Flame by eevylynn

(3/? I 4,833 I Teen)

Among born werewolves, it was common knowledge that the prime age for a human to endure the bite of an Alpha and survive was typically during their teenage or young adult years. In fact, the youngest recorded case of a bite resulting in a transformation and not death was previously eleven years old, so imagine the Hale pack’s astonishment when they learned of a small seven year old who was bitten and miraculously survived, challenging the known boundaries of possibility.

one, two, breathe by nemonight

(1/1 I 10,880 I Not Rated)

Empaths are cursed with great power and most don’t know it. Stiles never had anyone to tell him that he was an empath but he knew what he could feel was not all human. Stiles always thought that he couldn’t be the only one who was special. Turns out he was right.

Believing in Yesterday by Antistalgic

(6/? I 12,632 I Teen)

Derek was driving through the city when he suddenly hears a cry that made his wolf howl with pain. He barely manages to park before running to the source and finding little Stiles sitting on the pavement with a bloody scrape on his knee and tears in his eyes.

All But The Brightest Stars by useyrwordsderek

(6/? I 24,658 I Explicit)

Derek Hale met Stiles Stilinski when Stiles was six years old and Derek was sixteen, when Derek’s mother babysat Stiles after Stiles’ mom died. They didn't see each other again until Scott McCall was turned, ten years later.

In which Derek and Stiles both have to become a little less broken before they can help each other and themselves.

Burning House by witchgrassi

(1/1 I 46,113 I Not Rated)

For as long as he can remember, Stiles Stilinski has dreamt of the house in the woods.

Cruel Summer by PotatoJam64

(100/100 I 193,322 I Mature)

Scott gets bitten by what he claims was a wolf, but there are no wolves in California okay?

But there are Werewolves.

Derek Plays Lacrosse, Stiles has a massive crush on the man, and Scott's is the hot girl... (They're all 16 years old and in high school)

Burn with hellfire in the blue light of midnight by babisays

(20/20 I 203,189 I Teen)

Stiles met the Hale siblings when he was eleven years old. Now it has been six years since he lost his best friend Cora in the fire, and Derek and Laura left Beacon Hills.

Six years was a long time, so he didn't think he would ever see them again, but now he was wondering what the hell was Derek Hale doing back in Beacon Hills.

[deandoesthingstome]

Back to Reality - A Final Fantasy

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter x Reader

Summary: Go get your wolf, girl!

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, oral sex (m and f receiving), p in v (missionary), fingering, monster fucking (right?).

A/N: A little angst never hurt anyone, right? It'll all be okay. I swear. I wanted to get this out the day after Geralt, but life. At any rate, I think this is it for now. A real nice end to spoopy season with Walter.

Fantasy Hotel Masterlist

“Hi.” 

He wasn’t right there when you turned from the counter after picking up your coffee, but he was standing close enough that there was no mistaking who he was greeting. Had he been any closer, you probably would have sloshed your latte all over his chunky, dark blue sweater and you were glad you stopped short when you saw him. You didn’t think he’d want to smell like pumpkin spice the rest of the day.

“Hi yourself,” you smiled, a little shyly. 

When you asked at the front desk if they really meant anything, and then again if they could get a message to Walter, you had no idea he’d show up at your regular coffee shop the very same day. As in the day after the night you'd just been with another man. It wasn’t as awkward as you’d thought it might be, but it wasn’t exactly relaxed either.

You'd been dreaming of this moment, but now embarrassment began to creep in and you wondered if you'd made a mistake. Several of them. Four to be exact.

"Would you like to sit and talk with me?"

The urge to sink right to the floor in front of him was hard to resist but you were still at a coffee shop and people were lined up to grab their to-go orders so you found an empty table in a secluded corner and sat yourself down across from him.

His eyes were melancholy and you imagined they matched the lonely howl from your night with August. There was no mistaking it and you wanted to wipe the sorrow from his face but how could you? You were likely the cause and he was probably just here to tell you to forget it as a courtesy since you'd stupidly put your business on blast at the front desk. Fuck.

"You alright over there? You look a million miles away. You sure you're okay to talk with me?"

You took a deep breath and let it rush out.

"It's really nice of you to do this in person. A lot of guys would just not call."

"Not call? What are you...? What do you think is happening here?"

"I mean, you came to tell me to back off, right? Like, you're flattered and all, but you wouldn't, couldn't be with me after everyone I've been with. I mean, you worked with those guys."

"So you know I don't work there anymore. That was the first thing I wanted to say, so good. That's out of the way."

Why would he want you to know that? Maybe so you knew you could keep going back to the hotel and not have to worry about running into him? He continued.

"But why on earth do you think I'm here to tell you to back off?" he raised a quizzical eyebrow at you.

It was as if all the air was suddenly knocked out of you and it was all you could do to gather your wits to answer him.

"Well, I just thought...I mean, you can't possibly want someone who..."

"What? Someone who isn't afraid to go after what she wants?" Now both eyebrows raised.

"Walter. You can't mean that. You...I'm sorry but you don't look like someone who's super excited about the prospect."

He paused.

"I know I look tired. I am tired. I've been up nights trying to figure this out. But, look, my exhaustion is also not all about this. I left the hotel for a few reasons. One was you, but maybe not why you think."

"Well, why did you?"

"It's not ‘cause I fell hard, though I did. And you might think that made it difficult to keep hosting, and you'd be right. But honestly I got torn. Torn between knowing you were having the time of your life, which you absolutely deserve to do, and dealing with the taunting."

"Taunting?"

"Some of the guys figured out how I felt, and one of them started giving me shit about it. Betting me he could steal you from me if you ever made it to his room, not that you were even mine to begin with. And, yeah, feeling the way I do made it harder and harder to host properly so I made a decision."

"You left."

"I left."

You thought back to your night with August and now you knew for certain he was referring to Walter. And after what Geralt had said, you wondered why August gave you an option to shut him out. It sounded like August wanted Walt to see, to know you were being satisfied by another man. You could understand how that must have felt. You had jealous thoughts, too, when you found all Walt’s time slots had been booked. Imagining him with other women, well, it wasn’t all bad, but it wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world either. And yet, Walter indicated there were other reasons he left.

"But that's not all?"

"I was also studying part time and between all the bookings, I was falling farther and farther behind. I had to stay up late to finish assignments and I had an important test coming, so I quit to focus on that because I never wanted to host forever, but once you came along, I never wanted to do it again."

You were speechless. Awestruck. If anyone had told you that Walter felt the same way about you from the get go, as you found yourself feeling about him after weeks of experiences, you would have said they were crazy. And yet, here he was, spilling his guts. He gave it all up without even knowing if he had a shot with you.

"And you don't care I went back? To other rooms?"

Walter looked around the coffee shop, then turned and spoke cautiously to you.

“Can we…? Look, I know we don’t really know each other, and if you want to do this in a public place, I get it. But could we at least take a walk? I feel like everyone’s looking at us and I can’t think straight.”

This man was flustered and you were, too. Confused by all the feelings and emotions and confessions. Plus, what did you really know about Walter anyway?

“I’m going to text some friends and let them know where I am and who I’m with. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. Of course. We’ll just head across the way to the park, okay?”

“I’ll be right out.”

sendmeanangel: you’ll never guess who showed up to get coffee this morning    sendmeanangel: we’re having coffee and talking in the park across from a place called The Runcible Spoon.   sendmeanangel: I’ll text again in an hour so don’t expect any replies until then

Then you shut off your phone and headed out to meet Walter.

MNstrluvr: Ohmygodddd! darkgothnightengale: it’s all happening!!! Where are you now? darkgothnightengale: hello??? I know it’s only been 20 minutes but how can you not have just admitted your feelings and jumped his bones by now? Give us all the details!

You found him on a park bench and sat, one leg drawn up with a foot tucked under your other knee so you could turn to face him while you talked. You wanted him to reach out and touch you as well, run his hand over your arm while you talked, but maybe you weren’t there yet. Maybe that would be awkward.

He took a deep breath and began.

"As to your question from before: I can't lie and say I don't care or wish I'd told you that very night how I thought I was feeling, but I thought it was way too soon to trust those feelings. And since you didn't know, and we weren't together, how could I expect you to just not do what you wanted? That's something else that's kept me up at night. Thinking about how to reconcile my feelings about you with both our pasts.”

Walt went on to tell you how much your night together had affected him. How he couldn’t get you out of his mind. He apologized for the locker room talk. He knew Sy had mentioned it and he felt miserable about it. It was just something they did, share notes in case a guest came back around so they could make sure to work any of their favorite things into the stay. They weren’t usually so personal with the comments, but he’d gotten carried away.

August had been particularly prickish about it, especially when it became clear how uncomfortable talking about the guests was making Walter, even going so far as to taunt Walter with the exact date and time of your reservation in his room. He’d given notice the next day.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“You quit your job over me. Well, sorta. What are you going to do now?”

“I was already working towards my private investigator license. Ironic, huh? A PI and I couldn’t find the one person I really wanted. I asked the hotel, but they were not interested in breaking protocol or the privacy agreement. And until I got the call this morning, I thought I wasn’t on the best of terms with them anyway. I think I left them kinda high and dry. But the desk agent is a friend.”

“Yeah, Geralt mentioned something…” you trailed off, embarrassed to be bringing up your latest conquest.

“Who’s Geralt?” Of course he didn’t know.

“He’s a new host at the hotel,” you answered sheepishly.

“Oh. Right.” Walter looked away for a moment. “Of course.”

“Walter, I’m sorry. I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings.”

“By going back there?” he turned to you again. “How could you know I had feelings to hurt?”

“Well, I knew I had feelings that hurt.”

He stared at you in disbelief as you continued.

“I thought about you almost every day after our night together. I kept going back to different rooms, because I’d had such a good time and I wanted to see what else was out there. And look, I did have good times. I hope that’s not a problem.”

“I hosted other guests after you. I can’t really say anything about it, can I?”

“Right. Okay, well. The more time that went by, the more hosts I met and experiences I had, the more I knew I only wanted you. And then I couldn’t find you.”

“Find me?”

“I tried to re-book your room for weeks. You were always full.”

“You tried… What?”

“I know it’s probably super odd for me to keep going back there the way I have been, and then admit that I also wanted to come back to your room. But it’s true. That’s what’s been happening.”

“I guess the only thing I can say to that is I’m flattered. And then to let you know that if you still feel that way, I’d love to take you out tonight. I’d love to stop talking about all this time we’ve lost and maybe see if we can move forward. Because it took me a while but I realize it doesn't matter either way. Whether you went back or not. You are your own person. You're allowed to experience life the way you want to. I'm just here hoping you want to experience it with me again."

sendmeanangel: okay, i’m back and still alive, but i need a shower. Gimme another hour. I’ll fill you in I swear! MNstrluvr: meana, where are you????? Did you already fuck him???

sendmeanangel: oh my god you guys are insane. It’s only been 45 minutes MNstrluvr: you can’t just drop that and run. You had to have to known we’d need more sooner sendmeanangel: i think i’m allowed to gather all the intel before i share it with you lol darkgothnightengale: you got your intel and then bailed for a shower! Boo! MNstrluvr: so what’s happening? Why are you stalling like this??? sendmeanangel: he’s taking me out on a real, honest-to-goodness date tonight MNstrluvr: YES!!! Where are you going? sendmeanangel: dinner and then a moonlight walk darkgothnightengale: isn’t it a full moon tonight? sendmeanangel: yep ;) MNstrluvr: you are so getting fucked outdoors!! sendmeanangel: Wait someone's at the door. I think it’s my lunch. Hold on. MNstrluvr: send them away and come back to finish this talk!!!

"Walt? What're you...?" you spoke with surprise, thinking he wouldn't be here to pick you up for dinner for another five hours at least. It had only been one since you gave him your address and left him at the park, floating home on cloud nine. Now he stood in front of you, a bag of food in his hand.

"I couldn't wait any longer. I had to just...can I...?" Walter  dropped the bag and made a motion, hands out in something like a plea, knee beginning to bend with something like reverence. Nothing you understood until you nodded your head.

He stepped forward then, into your space, your tiny studio apartment that until now was always just fine for your needs but suddenly seemed three sizes too small for the man who was bending to kiss you and wrap his arms around your thighs, urging you to encircle his waist with your legs as he moved to kick the door closed behind him.

Your fingers tangled in his gorgeous locks as you relished the feel of his lips on yours once more. You'd only experienced that two times with Walter at the hotel, and the urgency of only one of those came even close to the feel of this one, and you suddenly wondered if he'd held something back when he kissed you goodbye back then. The euphoria blinded you to any other movement until you felt your body peeled from his and deposited on your sofa. And not that you minded couch sex, as previously confirmed with Mike, nor were you assured in the moment that couch sex was the end goal, but you wondered briefly when you'd have a moment to help him unfold the futon, since your studio only had enough room for a convertible bed.

For now, Walter simply slipped down to the floor and settled between your thighs, braced his arms tightly against your hips, caressed the bare skin between your shirt and pants with his rough hands, and nuzzled his face into your stomach. You held him close, hands still shifting through his curls and you could swear you heard a whimper, but whether from you or him it didn't seem to matter.

For a few beats, it was just this sweet. A man on his knees before you, somehow awed by your presence and content to be pressed against you, to feel you hold him close. And then it was more. Then it was his mouth, covering a clothed breast with warmth, teeth nipping at the flesh through your shirt, his tongue leaving saliva on the fabric so that it clung to your erect nipple protruding proudly regardless of your bra and top in the way.

When he noticed you staring down, as if surprised by your body’s own response, he simply smirked and moved his attention to the other side. When he tired of the barrier, he slipped his hands up your back under your shirt to unhook your bra, then lifted both articles of clothing up your body and pulled them off your arms, before returning his attention back to your chest and his hands to your hips.

Heat was building, and along with it, an urge to roll up into him. When he felt the movements of your hips, he drew a hand over one thigh to cup it against your clothed sex as he peeled his head back to gaze up at you.

"Just as eager as I am," he grinned. "I like that."

"Please, Walter," you begged, though for what exactly you weren't sure.

"I got you," he emphasized with a firm press of the heel of his palm, dragging it up and over your increasingly sensitive nub to hook his fingers into the waistband of your leggings. At your approval, he removed them and settled back between your legs, though he nuzzled a little lower than before.

He dragged you down, pulling your ass off the edge of the futon so he had a clear path to his objective. You expected him to dive right in, hoping he remembered what he already learned from before, and then he spoke and your mind exploded.

"Such a delightful sight," he said, tracing down the crease of one thigh and up the other with a finger you desperately wanted him to dip inside you. And he could tell. "She's so eager, positively dripping, isn't she?" He squeezed an inside thigh, then nipped and licked the other before speaking again.

"Yes, Walter. Please," you gasped, already anticipating the sensations he was going to create for you. You shuddered and bucked involuntarily at his low chuckle, putting your pussy directly against his lips and he didn't try to resist any longer.

His hunger was apparent, and it matched the desire building in you. He lapped eagerly, licked and sucked with need, tongued expertly at all the spots he already knew were favorites and then he found a few more, too. You tried to hold onto a fleeting thought about his technique before it drifted into the air above you as you found your fingers back in his hair, clutching and pulling him close to your core. Walter feasted like there was no tomorrow and you closed your eyes with the knowledge you were going to have as many tomorrows with this man as you wanted.

When you came it was with the cry of his name on your lips. He crawled up off the floor to settle on the futon beside you, scooping you onto his lap and hugging you close to help steady you.

He placed kisses on your forehead and spoke words into the consciousness you struggled to maintain as your chest heaved. "Shh, I got you. You're good. So good. So beautiful."

"Walter, that was..., jesus..., fuck...," you stammered, barely able to control your thoughts and you wished you could have sunk into the ground below you when you heard the next words out of your mouth. "Did Sy give you pointers?"

Walter's immediate laugh was hearty and heartwarming, dispelling the thoughts you had that you deserved to be tossed across the room for even daring to bring it up.

"I've always known clients prefer him for that over any of the rest of us. I took him out for beers one night and I may have begged for a trick or five. Sy's a good guy and he thought you deserved it, though I'm sure he never would have agreed if he thought I was coming back to the hotel." Walt bent to capture your lips and when he was done kissing you hard and deep, he spoke again. "I do, too. Think you deserve it."

"What about you?" you asked, aware now of a hardness pressing against your flesh through his pants. "Don't you deserve more, too?"

You wiggled off his lap and stood, hand out to urge him up. You swallowed hard as he towered over you, eyes full of desire and lust.

"I deserve whatever you're willing to give me."

"I'll give you everything, Walt," you admitted, fingers already working the buckle of his belt and buttons of his pants.

His lips crashed to yours as soon as he tossed his sweater to the floor and he held you entranced with his tongue even after you dropped his jeans down his legs along with his boxers. It was just a low growl but the sound from the back of his throat was enough to send a wave of slick down your thigh as you clenched around the space where you most desired him to be.

"Fuck, Walter," you gasped into his mouth and begged. "Fuck me, please."

It was a mad dash to remove his boots so he could discard his pants, though not before he grabbed the made-just-for-him condoms from the pocket, and then unfold the futon for a larger surface area on which he could move you around and manipulate your passion. It was no plush cabin bed, but it would have to do.

"Fuck, I wanted this outside tonight," he admitted, staring at you as he rutted into your core with abandon. 

"It's a full moon tonight," you noted, as if he wouldn’t already know that.

"I still wanna fuck you under it," he growled, staring deep into your eyes.

You were losing control, falling up through space and time as you felt every inch of him against every inch of you and it still wasn't enough. You couldn't stop your eyes from closing as you begged him for more.

"Hey," he called, lifting your leg around his waist and when you opened your eyes you saw him smile as you wrapped your other leg the same way without prodding from him. You were mesmerized by the motion of his hips and barely caught the glint, a hint of change to amber, but you did.

“No!” He stilled immediately but you held on as he tried to withdraw from you. “No, stay with me, here just like this. We can do that again, later, whenever. Just,” you drew a hand to cup his face, “please. Like this. Like you. Just you.” You kissed him deep and rolled your hips to spur him on again.

You were prepared to feel less full, less fucked, though not by much, with Walter in human form. You were not prepared for the way he fucked you to feel just as animalistic as the monster. His assault was merciless, even as he grunted in your ear all the ways he was going to make you his. How he planned to take you softly in the moonlight so you’d know it didn’t matter what form he was in, you could have him any way you wanted. 

When you finally came apart for him, he let loose with a loud growl and you were sure your neighbors were gonna call the landlord any minute. He hurried back to your side after disposing of the spent condom, curling around you and melting you in his warmth.

“Do you have anywhere you need to be?” he asked. “I still wanna take you to dinner, but I’d love to just stay here with you for awhile. If that’s okay?”

You were about to answer him, but your returning senses also meant you could hear the buzzing vibrations of notifications on your phone. Shit!

“Uh, no. I don’t have to be anywhere. Maybe you could grab that bag you left outside and we can see what else I can scrounge up for us to eat right now?”

You grabbed your phone as he peeled open the door, careful to tuck himself behind it as he grabbed for the food, lest a neighbor get a view they didn’t pay for.

sendmeanangel: okay look. He’s here. Right now. Can’t talk. All good. MMNstrluvr: MEANA!!! darkgothnightengale: GIRL YOU BETTER SPILL SOON!

You found some chips and salsa and split your sandwich with Walt, not that it looked like nearly enough food to tide him over till dinner. But he didn’t seem to mind. The next few hours flew by as you both sought to learn as much about each other as you could as soon as possible.

He explained that the special skill he had only worked within the confines of a vortex, over which the hotel had been built. It’s why he couldn’t bend time to allow him to study and work and wonder about you without losing sleep somewhere along the way.

After a shower, and some shower head, and then another shower, Walter asked if he could take you somewhere special for dinner. Somewhere not in town. He let you send GPS coordinates to your online friends with the promise they wouldn’t send you any details of the location. He wanted it to be a surprise for you. They were only to use it if you didn’t check in after dinner and again in the morning and once more when you were back at your apartment.

The sun was just sinking low with a burst of evening color when Walt pulled up to the lakeside cabin. He helped you out of his truck, then grabbed your overnight bags and the groceries from the backseat. You couldn’t wait to see the place in the full daylight, but you could already tell it was magical. 

An a-frame cabin with large windows faced the lake. An oversized wooden deck made up a large seating area and all around landing pad in front of the entrance. A set of side steps allowed access from the driveway, but along the full length of the deck three stairs led to a narrower mulched path that in turn led to a wooden dock out onto the lake. A seating area was visible there as well, though there were no chairs.

Walt let you in first, then followed and set the bags down before closing the door.

He must have noticed you still admiring the sunset out the windows.

"I can make it last."

You blinked and turned, curious about what he'd just offered.

"Are we in a vortex then?"

"Yes, I got lucky finding this spot. Don't own the place, yet, so I can't come out whenever I want, but I made sure tonight was free."

"And, I mean, no. It's beautiful but I'm really looking forward to the moon. Can you make that last?"

He bit his lip and nodded, letting a smile and glance drift to the floor, shaking his head as if he still couldn't believe his luck.

"Yeah, I definitely can," he grinned at you before sweeping you into his arms. He kissed you hard and deep and you could feel the way he held back.

"Don't," you said, pulling away from the kiss so you could look him in the eye.

"Don't make it last?" he asked, confusion furrowing his brow.

"Don't hold back."

He did not. Every ounce of your clothing was on the floor next to his in what felt like a heartbeat. He was pawing at every inch of your body and you were enjoying it, the way he caressed you, held you, molded you to his form.

"Outside?"

"Won't matter," he huffed between kisses. "She's not up yet. Later. After dinner."

"Will you do it anyway?" you asked, and nodded earnestly when he asked if you were sure.

He again didn't waste a moment. One second he was Walter, the next he was the wolf and he was at your throat. Then down your body, then between your legs.

He made you come on his tongue at least three times before he presented his enormously hard member to you and helped you work your mouth around the tip.

You wanted so much more. You gave it your best shot. But he was huge. Larger than you recalled. When it was clear you'd need your hand to cover him completely, he licked your palms and wrapped your fingers around his length.

He pulled you off just as you finally found the right rhythm, the right pressure, the right speed.

"You're gonna make me come," he growled.

"Kinda the point, Walt," you grinned up at him. "C'mon, lemme..."

"You asked me not to hold back. Sorta assumed you meant the fucking."

"I meant don't..." you licked your lips. "Hold..." then your hand. "Back..." And with that, you took him back into your mouth and kept working him to climax.

You swallowed him down and glanced up, marveling at the way he shifted. The hair receded, though clearly not completely. The nose shortened, teeth shrunk, though a fang still peeked from his mouth as he panted for air. His stature gave back the extra inches balancing on the balls of his feet gained him. And with claws retracted back into his normally large hands, he reached to bring you to his feet before him.

After the kiss, you admitted, "I just figured the faster we finish dinner, the faster we can get to her."

His laugh never failed to make you feel safe and at home.

"That isn't how the moon rise works, but I appreciate the initiative."

She was just at the horizon of the mountain crest behind the cabin when Walt cleared the plates from the table. You started a quick, warm shower just to freshen up and welcomed him into your arms when he joined you.

Then he dried you off, handed you a flannel of his to wear, escorted you outside where he shifted on the way down the steps and led you to the end of the dock. You sat between his legs, back against his chest, and let the heat radiating from him keep you warm. You smelled the chill in the air you knew would lead to frost soon, but not tonight, not tomorrow.

She peered over the tree tops and cast her gaze upon you. You felt her power and you felt his power and you arched against him as he moved his hand between your legs. He nuzzled down your neck, nipped at your shoulder, and carefully, with precision, made you come on his hand.

As you recovered, you unbuttoned the shirt, slipped it off your body, and laid it down behind you. You made your way to your back, letting the flannel shield your bare skin from the hard wood planks. And you pulled him to you, urged him inside you, and held him close. Your bodies moved in tandem as she shone brightly across the gentle rippling of the water, her reflection casting you in her glow.

Walt didn't lie about taking you gently. It was like nothing you ever imagined being with a wolf would be like. As sensual as any touch any man or monster had ever given you, and given your recent adventures, that was saying a lot.

But you could tell he was still holding back.

"I get it Walt," you whispered in his ear. "This doesn't have to be the way you say it though." You smoothed the fur along his face as he pulled back to watch your face. "Don't hold back."

With a snarl, he did as you bid, taking you apart as he had back at your place just mere hours ago. Though once the moon reached her peak, you could tell he'd halted time and it was gonna have to be you to beg him for mercy, plead with him to stop treating you to the most intense, overpowering yet intimate orgasms you'd ever felt. You had to urge him to finally come and let the moon fall how she wanted.

"I love you, too," you whispered to him as he collapsed beside you.

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how do you imagine each of the Chain's voices? 👀

- hero-of-the-wolf

kissing you on the mouth (/p) for asking me this because i actually have so many thoughts and opinions about this (disclaimer these are just my personal headcanons)

Time: Not deep sounding, but it is low, if that makes any sense. I think his voice sounds very solid and strong, but he’s very soft spoken. It can carry if he needs it to and he can sound commanding, but he tends to speak more quietly. He doesn’t typically have a lot of emotion in his voice, and he struggles a bit with his tone. Sometimes he sounds a lot more flat than he intends to. I also think he has a slight stutter. (As far as like overall pitch, i’d put him somewhere similar to Christian Bale as Howl in Howl’s Moving Castle)

Warriors: A bit higher than Time’s but not by much, though because of the way he talks when he’s masking and doing his Captain Persona, it sounds higher than it really it. He’s way too good words he can get whatever he wants and you can hear it in the way he speaks when he’s trying to get information out of people. There is absolutely a difference in his voice depending on who he’s talking to and for what reason (I don’t think Warriors SOUNDS like him, but an example of what I mean would be BG3’s Astarion with how differently he sounds depending on who he’s talking to). He sounds much different when he’s with the chain, his voice gets lower as he gets more relaxed, and similarly to Time, when Warriors isn’t literally acting he’s very soft spoken. He’s not a loud person, no to me anyways, his voice is quiet and smooth and easy to listen to. You can hear the gentleness in it, and when he’s being genuine you can hear his emotions in his voice incredibly clearly. And it’s when he feels like he can be himself that a little bit of his real accent slips through. When’s he’s acting more like ‘Captain Link’ he is SIGNIFICANTLY louder. His voice sounds full and solid and it CARRIES across fields. He has good breath support and is really good at projecting without actually ruining his voice, which took him a while to learn how to do. He thinks about everything he’s going to say before he opens his mouth and he takes the time to clearly annunciate his words (when he’s masking, because he has to he perfect and he’s used to court life), but in situations where he’s overwhelmed or exhausted he stalls a lot and drags out his words. He is the easiest to understand out of the whole group for the most part though, because of how clearly he speaks

Twilight: Now I personally think he’d have a bit of a mid pitched voice, his isn’t low by any means, but it’s not high either. He’s in his early twenties and sounds like it. Sometimes the accent makes it hard for the others to understand him because he’ll smash a bunch of words together in ways the others have simply never heard, or oddly emphasize certain syllables. His voice isn’t as clear as Warriors’s is, it’s got a little bit of a raspy quality to it that’s a lot more noticeable when he’s talking softly than if he’s just talking normally. He’s a quiet person in general to me, but his voice is at that pitch where even if he isn’t talking super loud it’s the one you hear first in a group of people. Like how if a bunch of people are talking all at once there’s always that one person who may not be talking super loudly but because of the pitch of their voice it just carries for some reason and you hear it more clearly. That’s Twi

Sky: Okay to me, Sky has the deepest voice of the whole chain. It has an odd almost melodic quality to it that is completely unintentional on Sky’s part, and he is the kind of person you could listen to read something for hours. His voice is very full and solid sounding, but he speaks gently in an almost unsettling way, like there’s power hidden behind his voice he refuses to use. Listening to him you can just hear that he’d have a strong voice, but he doesn’t ever yell or speak very loudly (unless they’re on the battlefield). This is a guy who could easily command armies but chooses to be laid back and you can hear it in his voice and the way he speaks

Hyrule: Somehow sounds 12 and 19 at the same time. His voice being on the higher end really doesn’t help him seem his age to people who are trying to guess it. It has its moments where it sounds solid but sometimes it has almost a squeaky tone to it. I think he’d sound similar to Hiro from Big Hero 6

Legend: His voice almost has a hollow, raspy sound to it, like he screamed and broke it one too many times and now it’s just stuck like that. I believe in my heart he has an (Irish) accent that he’s trained himself to hide but it slips out occasionally. He tries to speak clearly but he’s a very fast talker, especially if you get him going about something he’s passionate about. Voice quality and pitch wise, I think he’d sound similar to Edward Elric’s english voice, specifically in Brotherhood, but Legend’s voice would be more raspy

Wild: His voice is incredibly raspy and cracks like crazy if he tries to speak loudly at all. It’s hard to hear what it might’ve sounded like before the accident, his voice almost sounds like a whisper but at a normal speaking volume. It’s a bit hard for him to express emotions in his voice but he can more than make up for it in facial expressions and hand gestures, as well as just sign language

Four: On the lower end, somewhere between Twilight and Warriors. He’s quiet in the sense that he doesn’t speak often, but when he actually talks he does so clearly and at a normal volume, I wouldn’t call him soft spoken. He can sound a bit blunt and to the point when he chimes in, but when he’s really excited about something cool he found his voice gets a lot higher. He has a solid voice, it doesn’t crack often at all

Wind: Bless his heart his voice sounds a bit like a crinkling chip bag /j He’s very loud, Time has had to ask him to speak a little quieter more than once when Wind chose him and Warriors to infodump about boats to, and he has a very hard time controlling his volume when he gets excited. Once his voice settles to the pitch it’s going to stay, he’ll have a smooth sounding, solid voice. But for now it’s frustratingly crackly and he hates it. That’s definitely not stopping him from talking Warriors’s ear off

apologizes if things aren’t coherent im having a day where im very bad with words, also sorry for weird spelling errors or oddly autocorrected words

[a-libra-writes]

OKAY random jon snow and robb stark brainrot but yk how cats become way more cuddly and affectionate with pregnant women? like nuzzling against them, being more alert, snuggling more, and staying close to you? what if ghost and greywind were the same? they're much more protective of you and it's a common behavior in direwolves so as soon as ghost/greywind start growling at jon/robb you guys immediately know 😭 i can just imagine waking up with their little heads resting on your belly or staying much closer to you than usual. and maybe the same with dany's dragons? obviously they're not gonna be like all over you but i can imagine them being a bit more protective and caring than usual!! thanks in advance and love ur works

Anon ur so right also this was fun and cute to do <3<3 (also kind of an AU where Jon stayed behind to be a sworn man to Robb!)

So between the two direwolves, Greywind is the more outwardly protective and aggressive. It's like he sensed something was off from the start - if you weren't aware you were pregnant, you'd be confused in Greywind's sudden interest in you. He'd sit at the doorway and linger while you went about your business, and would side-eye anyone he didn't like getting too close. You and Robb found it odd, by amusing. It all made sense once you figured out your condition.

While you found your fluffy guard dog to be sweet, it was mildly terrifying to some of the servants ... even the ones who had been at Winterfell at their lives were anxious to see a massive wolf wandering the halls like some little Southern dog. You try sending him out during the day, but in the evening, it's being at your side or bust. He will howl and make a fuss, something Greywind normally only did if he was locked away from Robb. He wants to be right at the bedside or on top of the bed, which again is something Greywind has never done, even with Robb. Greywind has never been the most affectionate of the direwolves (that was Lady), but he'd actually rest his huge muzzle on your legs and accept a few pets. Usually, Robb and Jon were the only ones who could touch him.

Your husband is torn between finding it funny and being baffled. He teases about it often. "What have you been feeding him behind my back? I bet she's given you the butcher's scraps, hm? What's gotten into you, boy?"

(Your handmaidens aren't pleased because if they enter the room while you're still asleep, there's a huge direwolf perking his head up and growling at them. You've never been able to train him out of that ...)

If he really must stay out of the bedroom, then he lurks right outside the door. As much as Robb knows it unsettles the servants and night guards, Greywind standing guard makes him feel better about your safety. He tries to keep the direwolf occupied during the day so the servants don't have to worry so much.

When you're outside, regardless if it's a short walk to the Godswood or heading to Winter Town, Greywind follows you instead. The further along in your pregnancy you get and the slower you walk, the more he stays at your side, like he always did with Robb. There are many people who worry about essentially a wild animal being so close to Lady Stark - and what'll happen when the baby's born? - but you see nothing but protectiveness in Greywind's big eyes. He's always alert and wary around you; sometimes you and Robb worry about him never getting a chance to relax.

Now, if you were with Jon, it was Ghost who would be your little shadow. Which was interesting - he was the most independent of the direwolves, often leaving for days at a time to do his own thing. He began to linger closer to Winterfell, and when you'd go outside, you'd see him several feet away from you, following along. By the time you're a few months along, he was walking right at your side. He never went inside the Keep, so when you went inside Ghost would stay in the yard, acting like ... well, a ghost, waiting for you to come back out.

It gave Jon a lot of comfort to know you had a shadow. He couldn't always be by your side because of his duties, especially if Robb traveled, and he was relieved to know Ghost was suddenly so attached and keeping you safe. The direwolf had always been fond of his wife, but in a distant way - maybe once in a while you could stoke his neck or he'd follow you for an hour out of curiosity ... but that was all. Now he was lingering, pressing his nose at your abdomen and huffing, allowing plenty of head pats and ear scratches. Jon is very endeared by it all. He'd sit right at your side, close as possible, and laugh as Ghost huffs and tries to press between you two. White fur absolutely everywhere.

The direwolves being so close and oddly affectionate means you can get away with a lot more - like, say ... sitting them down and letting you brush them, teaching them to sit or lay down, putting food on their nose and having them wait for the signal to eat it. Robb is aghast that Greywind is actually being obedient (until he gets tired of it), Jon just laughs and doesn't expect Ghost to stick to it. He assumes once you have the baby, his direwolf will go back to his adventurous, aloof self. In the back of his head, Robb is a little worried Greywind will get possessive once the baby is born. He plans to bring Greywind with him on his travels, in case he gets too overly protective of you and the child.

[frogchiro]

Pervy! Graves and Soap bicker back and forth about who should get to be with the hacker (or medic) rookie and it turns into a competition/game. Rules/requirements:

1. Getting you flustered is worth 2-3 points depending on how flustered you are

2. Whoever gets you closest to them gets 2 points (for example, if Graves got you to stand next to him shoulder to shoulder he'd get the point unless Soap got closer to you/put an arm around you)

3. Whoever touches the closest to tits, ass, or cunt gets 4 points

4. Getting you on their lap gives them 3 points.

5. For every panty/bra they stole its worth 4 points

6. Getting you to touch them earns them 3 points

No rules. Sabotages are allowed as long as it doesn't harm anyone or reveal the goal of the little game they play. They keep a whiteboard of points in Soap's closet. They keep playing until they realize they like this too much and decide to share you, if you're okay with it, of course ♥︎ (could totally be a bunny/cat/hybrid reader with dog/wolf/coyote/hybrid Graves & Soap 👀🫦)

♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎

THEY ARE THE WORST, playing that game like a bunch of boys instead of the big bad men they claim to be >:(

Coyote!Graves and Wolf!Soap who growl, snarl and bare teeth at each other whenever you're involved and in their game there's no rules! Sabotaging each other became their bread and butter with Graves being the one who ends up sabotaging Soap more :(( He's a cunning coyote, Soap has to admit that. Always somehow slipping past the carefully created scenario and snatching you away from him under the guise of work or consulting something with you and Soap's ears flatten with anger against his head and bares his teeth at Graves who grins at him, sharp teeth on show and his shaggy blond tail wagging behind him.

They are so pathetic too :(( Will literally howl under your window or door under someone actually mistakes them for dogs and chases them away😭 Will absolutely steal your clothes, pillows, blankets, anything that has your scent; they imagine their pretty cat girl doing biiiig stretches and rolling around in your nest and poor Phil and Johnny who whine up a storm while also rubbing themselves against their nests to combine your scents :(( They imagine mating in it, spending your heats and ruts there, breeding you and finally you bringing their litters into the world, tiny hybrid pups and kits making little mewls and pips in search of their parents <33

This turned up way too wholesome and I apologize ;; Your idea was absolutely delicious and I thank you for it <333

[abbysdolly]

RAAAAAAA VIKING ABBY AND READER

(idk if you do x reader stuff i just saw your requests for asks lmao)

⁀➷ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑭-𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑫 ˚₊‧⁺˖

𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨!𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘹 𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

ೀ › 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: OMG anon I've been thinking about viking!abby so many times before! And thank you so much for being officially my first request! hope you like it and sorry if there's any errors hehe. (Also I took the last name for Abby because of Eivor the main character of Assassin's Creed Valhalla, and the style of female Eivor is how I envision viking!abby) ♡

ೀ › 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Reader is female, suggestive content so minors do not interact, fluff and lightly mention of battles and scars. Let me know if there's anything else! ♡

(Special thanks to @andromeda-abides and @little-star-bun who helped me proofread this fic ♡)

There she was. Accompanied by the imposing howl of wolves, ax in hand. Crimson droplets adorned her shield and clothes while her slightly chapped lips quivered with irrepressible courage. She fought like no man known could. The way her ax moved smoothly like the wind itself was hypnotic and filled with such grace, passion and anger.

Her golden hair trapped in tiny and big braids, some strands danced freely adorned with silver rings that made it look like the golden light of the sun combined with the mysterious silver stars from the midnight sky.

And in that exact moment you knew that your heart belonged to her, for eternity.

The stories people told didn't do her justice. Especially the first time you saw her fight. The first time your eyes and hers connected with deep love and devotion between the clashing of axes and bodies that now sleeped eternally waiting for the Valkyries.

Like a ravenous wolf she ended every enemy in sight; she was a living myth. Some even believed that she was perhaps the unknown daughter of Odin himself, given that her strength was comparable to the All-father himself.

But only you could see the truth behind those tough looks and that pretty scar that adorned one side of her face, a scar of forgotten battles that helped her to build the respect she had now. You could see the woman who had fears and weakness like all humans, but there was nothing more beautiful to you.

"Freyja, Lady of the North, empower me. Give me strength, withhold my fear, embolden my spirit... Give me courage" she whispered, the familiar view of her kneeled in front of the wooden statue of the Goddess only meant that another battle was waiting beyond the threshold of your shared home.

The prayers to the Goddess Freyja and Odin were the only things that accompanied Abby to her battles, the battles to defend the honor of her people and most importantly to defend the land where you lived in peace with her.

"They are back, they are safe!" one of the children shouted while running to the entry of the village. Soon enough you heard the cries of the families that awaited for their beloved ones.

Your feet moved with such speed, eager eyes searching for Abby that was greeting the many children around her that were impatient to know the adventures she had this time.

"Okay, okay. I'll tell you all that we saw before dinner!" she answered to the children who ran and laughed around her.

Her beautiful eyes met yours making you feel goosebumps like the first time you exchanged looks with her.

A tender smile found a place in her face. She fought for days and she was beyond tired but seeing you was the best part of coming back home.

"Abby, you're back! Oh you can't imagine how much I missed you. Are you alright? Are you injured?" your voice breaking like the thin ice that covers the rivers in the winter, filled with emotion.

Trembling hands caressed Abby's face, making sure she was really there and not something created by your mind. But no, she was there with you.

"Of course I'm back, like I always do" she responded with a now toothy smile and continued "Shh, shh. I'm alright my love, I'm here with you… Finally" her lips soon found yours with deep need and desire, her familiar pine scent filled your senses while the heated kiss said better than any words could.

"Let me help clean you up before dinner, you need to rest my love" you whispered once the kiss ended, her forehead pressed slightly to yours while her big and calloused hands holded your face with tenderness.

A surprised gasp left your mouth as soon as you were now being carried away by Abby, your waist resting against one of her broad shoulders like it was nothing.

Shortly after between laughs she put you down, the door already opened because of the urge to see her a couple of minutes ago "Well, thank you for the ride" you teased as a smirk appeared on Abby's face.

She sat on one of the two wooden chairs, humming when you began to peel off each one of her clothes leaving her upper body bare "You don't have to thank me, I like carrying pretty girls" her cocky attitude always made you smile endlessly, Abby carried herself with lot of self confidence and you couldn't blame her, she was powerful and beautiful. And she knew it.

"Oh, so you carry every pretty girl that crosses your view?" you questioned, eyebrow arched slightly. Your question made her chuckle "Well, not exactly. Just one pretty girl caught my sight… and my heart" she revealed, her voice and gestures exaggerated making her look like a teenager in love and you couldn't help but roll your eyes and smile at her.

"You're such a tease, Abby Wolf-Kissed" her legs opened to leave place to yours, your hands undoing her tight braids making her blonde locks fall beyond her shoulders and covering her chest slightly "But I love you that way" you continued, this time in a gentle and loving whisper due to the closeness. The dim and warm light of the lantern illuminated the scars spaced across Abby's body, your fingertips traced along them and you remembered how some of them were cleaned and treated by you.

She looks up at you, feeling safe under your gaze and touch "I thank the gods for letting me see you again. And I thank you for doing my duties while I'm away" her hands found home on your waist trying to have you closer.

"You don't need to thank me, Abby. I enjoy taking care of our people like you always do, I thank the gods as well for bringing you back to me… Safe'' her eyes sparkled beautifully and just by looking at them you could feel all the love behind those icy orbs.

Her hands caressed your waist going down slightly to your thighs, missing the feeling of your warm body against the skin of her rough hands. Your cheeks warmed up at the familiar feeling of her hands roaming your body with such confidence, your body molding like clay under her hands making your current task of cleaning her body something so hard to do.

Her eyes never left your face as you tried to soak a piece of cloth to clean hers. The black painting around her eyes now slightly faded and easily to clean, the dirt going away allowing you to see those pretty freckles spaced across her nose and cheeks "You're so beautiful" you whispered again now cleaning her neck and shoulders, the air thick enough that Abby could cut it with her ax.

She smiled, her cheeks getting warm as soon as she heard your compliment. Even though she was tough and strong you could make her so shy with just a compliment "Not as beautiful as you, my love" she answered in a whisper, the muscles of her toned arms flexing each time you passed the wet cloth on her warm and freckled skin.

Her gentle, slightly calloused hand cupped your cheek, searching for those beautiful eyes of yours. Searching for those pretty lips she craved so badly until she couldn't control herself anymore and stole a kiss from them. The passion glowed through both your pores and each gentle touch said a small "I love you" onto the other's skin.

The only thing in your mind was her and only her, all of her. Her smell, her hair, her lips, her body, how warm she was, everything.

"I have something for you" she breathed between the heated kisses. "Close your eyes for me, please" her velvety voice making your head fuzzy (obviously not for the heated make out session you had a couple of seconds ago).

And so you did, you closed your eyes and sighed nervously. Her gifts and surprises were always exciting but this time everything felt even more intimate, more serious.

Gently Abby put a gold ring out of one of the tiny pockets in her belt.

"Open your eyes now, my love" she whispered, leaving a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose while putting the precious ring on the palm of your hand. Her heartbeat fast, eager to see your reaction.

Your eyes opened slowly seeing her red cheeks and a shy smile, she took your hand and took the ring again putting it slowly on your ring finger, eyes not leaving yours.

The ring was shaped like a little flower with gemstones for the petals, each one shining beautifully almost like Abby's eyes. "Oh Abby this is so beautiful, you–" she cut you off with a gentle kiss on your lips "My love… Would you marry me?" each side of her hands on your face as she said that, her voice making you enter to the Valhalla almost instantly.

"Of course I want to Abby! I would be so glad to be your wife. I'd love to" you answered with tears of happiness running down your cheeks. Her smile grew bigger from the pride of finally having you as her precious wife. Her strong arms lifted you with ease and she laughed with joy while she spinned you around the house.

Both of your hearts felt the same thing as the first time you saw each other. With unconditional love and devotion, though she wasn't a seer, she definitely saw that you were for her and only her; your destinies were sewn together by Fregga herself.

Thank you for reading! Any like reblog or comment are really appreciated, have a good day/night and don´t forget to drink water! love ya! ♡

[ladygreenwithenvy]

Savanaclaw Headcanons

𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦

Genre: Romantic and/or Platonic

Characters Included: Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchie, and Leona Kingscholar

Prompt: Just some headcanons I made originally for my little sister. They're revamped for a wider and mature audience.

Slight warning: My headcanons include a variety of song selections. Not all are appropriate. So listen to them at your own risk and choice.

(Edit: The orange ones were what my best friend recommended)

𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦

.°˖✧ Jack Howl ✧˖°.

𓃦 Relationships? Pfft! Never!..

(Yes he would, he’s a liar. Even the game admits that he’s a tsundere that can’t keep up with the bit. So let’s dissect that a little)

(According to Jack, wolf beastmen normally have one person that they consider their special someone. Only, because they mate for life and are never apart no matter what. Because Jack is confident that he will have that sort of life in the future, he’s not actively seeking someone.)

(In other words, he’s completely okay with the concept of love. He just doesn’t necessarily follow modern dating culture. Not only that, but he’s fine with no getting much romantic attention. Which means, hope you’re patient, because this is the slowest slow burn to ever slow burn)

𓃦 He’s a very sweet guy towards you.

An utter gentleman that does his best to make sure you’re happy, safe, and most of all comfortable around him. This isn’t how he looks up to Ruggie and treats him also like a higher up. This is different, because for his special someone, it’s more. Which is why he goes beyond the limit that he sets himself.

You’re thirsty and want a specific drink? He’ll sprint to Sam’s Shop (which just so happened to be on the other side at the academy) and hand it to you with a happy tail wagging. Do you need a hair tie? Well, he just Happened to have a scrunchie in his bag. Totally not because he bought a small scrunchie packet for you in case you forget yours. It’s raining and there’s a puddle? Well, he doesn’t have a jacket- so he’ll have to just throw himself on the puddle. That one was a bit of an exaggeration, but you get it. He’s not going to hide how much he cares about. Because he sees no reason to. You’re his forever.

𓃦 His nickname for you

He doesn’t like most flowers. Mostly because they’re usually too smelly and strong smells give him a headache. But he does like most plants, especially his cacti. His nickname for you could be flower. Because for him, it’s one of the few flowers worth protecting, and worth having so close.

𓃦 His love language(s)

His love languages are touch and words of affirmation. As much as he’ll deny he doesn’t enjoy it, it’s hard to believe anything he says when a good hug gets his tail wagging, you know?

𓃦 Part of the family? Of course!

While it may take a while for the two of you to get together, it's undeniable how inseparable you two have become.

Every summer, once you two are actually together, he’ll take you to his home to meet his family and go sailing with his little siblings. For him, it’s nice to have someone his age. It makes looking after his little siblings a lot easier.. Not to mention that it’s unapologetically domestic. Which makes his aspirations for a love like his family seem all the more reachable.

𓃦 Songs Jack could listen to:

✓ Whoomp (There it is!) by Tag Team

✓ Who Let the Dogs Out? By Baha Men

✓ Pump It! By The Black Eyed Peas

✓ My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark by Fall Out Boy

✓ Phoenix by Cailin Russo

✓ Enemy by Imagine Dragons

✓ Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

𓃦 Songs that make me think of Jack:

✓ Running with the wolves by Aurora

✓ White Winter Hymnal by Fleet Foxes

✓ Does the Swallow Dream of Flying by Cosmo Sheldrake

✓ Run Boy Run by Woodkid

✓ Hope by NF

✓ Guillotine by Jon Bellium

✓ Out of My League by Fitz and The Tantrums

.°˖✧ Ruggie Bucchie ✧˖°.

𓃟 Love? Yeah sure, why not?

Ruggie’s not against the idea of a relationship, he just doesn’t see himself in one any time soon because of all the trouble on his plate.

He doesn’t have a lot of free time. And he can’t pay for others when going out, he can barely pay for himself. I mean, this is the same guy who uses Leona’s hand me downs for school. You take a guess how much cash he has in his pocket.

Can’t really buy flowers or chocolates for someone he might like. But that doesn’t mean he won’t try to charm your socks off.

Ideally, he would like to be with someone understanding of his financial troubles. And doesn’t expect to completely bend his back over for them. Afterall, a relationship is supposed to be a two way street, right? He may not always have time for you because of his jobs or side hustles, but that sure doesn’t mean he won’t try and be there for you.

So what if he can’t give you some shiny roses for your anniversary? He can find some wild flowers in a field and give you a pretty flower crown just for you. It’s the thought that counts, right?

All in all, he wants someone supportive. Someone equally fervent on their goals and willing to be a sorta partner in crime.

No one’s perfect. And hey, you may not fit the bill. But make him happy. That’s the most important thing… and maybe buy him some donuts on his birthday if you can.

𓃟 He’s your backup!

Ruggie once in a while helps do your makeup for ceremonies. He’s not the most professional, but he had a part time job for it once. He knows how difficult it can be to fix yourself up for events. He’ll carry any emergency makeup in his pockets or bag, since he knows you well enough that you might need a touch-up midway.

Things like that are stuff you really appreciate. Because it's not just makeup.

Sometimes it's snacks he made for when you're hungry (which you two are both definitely sharing). Sometimes he keeps your sunglasses for certain occasions.

In other words, if you're a little bit of the forgetful type, he's got you covered. Don't worry, he likes being helpful. And besides, you'll never be as bad as Leona when it comes to taking care of you.

Caring for you is a choice. And a choice he doesn't regret doing. You're worth the trouble, a lot more than you think.

𓃟 You’re his cheerleader!

He’ll happily admit that he enjoys it when you cheer him on during practices and games. It’s so different now that you’re around. Before, he played for the possibility of getting a scholarship, or getting noticed by any companies that are recruiting more players… but now he plays so you can cheer him…. AND because of money. So it’s a win/win!

𓃟 His nickname for you

Calls you deer on purpose. Because it sounds like dear, the affirmational pet name, and the animal. You’re not a lot like him. Much more of a goody two-shoes. He loves you all the same. It’s his nickname for you.

𓃟 He's kinda clingy

Hyenas are very clingy partners, especially the males (don’t hold me up on that). So, he’s openly pretty touchy. Holding your hand to walk you to class, hugging you after not seeing you all day. A lot of forehead kisses to assure you of things. But never too much. He cares about how you’re feeling more than anything. He’ll never push for anything more than what you want.

Speaking of touch, he despises it when you tug his tail. Please stop doing that. He knows it’s fluffy and stuff. You can brush, but enough with the pulling.

𓃟 His Love language(s)

His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation. He’s been told that he’s just a runt all his life. Forced to work twice as hard as the kids his age because he’s not privileged like everyone else. Sometimes a guy likes being told that he’s doing great. Or that he’s doing his best.

Acts of service is particularly his favorite because he doesn’t really have enough money to buy you most of the things you want. And any money he does receive from his jobs and side-gig is always used for his necessities. He barely has enough clothes for himself, let alone he has enough to buy you something you want..

He’s really grateful for the little things. When you fold his laundry, tend out the clothes, get in line for him at the cafeteria. You make the burden he carries a little easier. And he’s grateful for that.

Likewise, he does the same. Of course, you picked the worst tutor imaginable, but he does try his best to help you with homework. For you, he prefers preparing meals for you and ironing your uniforms in the morning. But this depends if you’re a morning person or not. If you’re a morning person instead, he’ll have your bed ready and your pajamas all picked out so that you can just slip them off and head straight to snoozing.

𓃟 Part of the family? Of course!

Once you two are together, he’s very happy to introduce you to his grandma. He knows that she’ll love you.

Sometimes he’ll wonder if his mom would love you just as much if she were alive. He doesn’t think about his parents often. But he knows that his relationship with you isn’t a regular one. I mean, who gives leftover quiches from scratch instead of flowers on dates? Still, he hopes he’s enough. That he’s doing enough for you. It would suck if he wasn’t. If there really was a wish that could come true from his heart… He’d wish for a high paying job, and for handmade bouquets to stop being so out of his budget.

𓃟 Songs Ruggie could listen to:

✓ Lose Yourself by Eminem

✓ Where this Flower Blooms by Tyler, The Creator

✓ Money Trees by Kendrick Lamar

✓ Fuck Da Police by Dr. Dre

✓ Cash In Cash Out by Pharell Williams, 21 Savage, Tyler, The Creator

✓ redrum by 21 Savage

✓ HISS by Megan Thee Stallion

𓃟 Songs that remind me of Ruggie:

✓ Prrrum by Cosculluela

✓ Arcangel: Bzrp Sessions Vol. 54

✓ Tango del Pecado by Calle 13

✓ Rompe by Daddy Yankee

✓ Delincuente by Tokischa, Anuel AA, Nengo Flow

✓ Soy una Gargola by Alex Gargolas, Randy

✓ Chambea by Bad Bunny

(Edit: My best friend and I have claimed him as the honorary latino in the group. Sorry not Sorry.)

.°˖✧ Leona Kingscholar ✧˖°.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Love? Ugh

This walking ball of sass barely has a single romantic bone in his body. If he can somehow find a way to kill the mood of a romantic night where all the stars are out, then yes, he kills his own chances at love because he probably thinks something stupid along the lines that he seldom deserves it.

Something like, what self-respecting lady (or gentleman or in-between) could ever want something as pathetic as him.

However, as self deprecating and difficult as this man can get, I don't think he's utterly against the concept. Simply apprehensive. It's not just a slow burn. It's a slow burn where you gotta learn how to make the damn candle first with this one.Not to mention that he's gonna be questioning for most of it once he realizes how much he softened up for you.

For Leona, you just need to be patient.He doesn't need to love himself first to love you. He just needs proof that your love for him won't disappear after the hard times. (In other words when he's being the most difficult)

He'll return that love in full once he sees it's worth of shot.

Just make him feel he's worth a sacrifice. And what better way than simply giving him your heart?

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ His nickname for you

If you’re shorter than him, he’s calling you little mouse. Not just because you’re shorter, but because of how much you meddle and have enough guts to seek him out the way you do. The nickname also stems from Aesop’s “A Lion and the Mouse”

The story is about a mouse that pleads for his life against a lion. The lion, being amused by the idea of a defenseless creature like the mouse helping, laughs at the idea and releases him. By the end of the fable, it’s the mouse that saves his life when he gets caught in a huntsman’s trap.

Leona sees this sort of relationship between you and him. Being able to spot each other in different situations. He may never verbally admit it so easily, but he does have a tender spot for you in that dumb rock in his chest he calls a heart. Which is why he gets annoyed if you’re ever too insecure of your own abilities. He knows what you’re capable of. So it’s irritating when you don’t.

“Really herbivore? This song and dance again? Hard to believe this is the same little mouse that helped in defeating me back in the Magical Shift tournament.”

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Not the nicest sharer

Despises sharing his food, but will act none the wiser when you sneak a bite from his plate. It’s gutsy. As long as you try to be discreet, he won’t tell.. Much. Just don't be surprised when he does the same with little apology.

It’s not just food either. He’s just very territorial with most things.

You of course are included. The moment he sees someone in his peripheral vision giving you enough of hard time that it’s causing a racket, then suddenly your problem is also his problem

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ You wanna scare him? Hah!

Good luck trying to scare this hardass. His senses are too sharp for that. So it’s really hard to actually get him scared. Leona’s capable of even sensing someone watching several clicks away. But, since it’s you, if you try to scare him… he might just act a little bit. Maybe a little jump or a twitch to give you motivation. Lions do that for their cubs so they can have more motivation to improve their skills for hunting. It’s basically what he’s doing so that you don’t get all sour with him… even if he thinks it’s really funny how mad you get about it.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Personal Space? Never heard of her (According to you)

He hates it when you’re interrupting his naps. Cats need their sleep, you know? Not to mention they’re incredibly territorial of where they go, so he’s not too keen on sharing his secret spots. The only time he’ll be quiet about it is when you really need him. Say you’re emotional and you need an ear to listen to your woes. He’ll be incredibly grouchy, but he’ll listen and give you the advice you need. Always…. And then ask you to get the heck out of his spot before Ruggie catches him.

Ironically though, if he’s feeling the mood, then he’s gonna invade your room and lay down without a single word. He likes your space. Because it’s you.

Still a hypocrite though.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ His Love Language(s)

His love language is quality time. Spending time together, playing chess, taking a nap, reading. That’s what he likes the most. As long as it’s together, he doesn’t mind all that much. He’s more of a listener than a talker anyways- just don’t go yapping for hours on end. He still has his short fuse, rest assure you. It’s just that he’s a bit more patient with you.

Speaking of love languages, he likes gift giving. Specifically giving you the gifts. Doesn’t really matter what it is. If you’ve mentioned something you like, he might be inclined to give it to you… if you deserve it. As if he’s going to spoil anyone rotten just because… But don’t be too surprised when you’re fatigued after a very long day of hard work and he “coincidentally” gave you your favorite snacks and drink.

“Do you gotta make a big deal out of everything herbivore? I’m just giving you something to eat so you can keep working. It’s called being a good leader”

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Songs Leona could listen to:

✓ Be Prepared from The Lion King (but this is canon soo.. yeah)

✓ Leona doesn’t seem much like the type to listen to music. He’s too in his own head to really do that. As long as it’s not too pitchy or annoying, he most likely won’t care. Just don’t make it so boring he’ll fall asleep.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Songs that remind me of Leona:

✓ Inertia by AJR

✓ THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by Bad Omens

✓ DEVILISH by Chase Atlantic

✓ Nothing’s New by Rio Romero

✓ You Fuckers Were Asking for This One by Rav

✓ Skin Deep Comedy by Milli

✓ Forever Ended Today (Max’s Song) by mid

𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦

Author's Note

To read more fanfics, go to my list of fanfics (plus information about my page) here

Making these hcs killed me inside. They were supposed to be posted in August. But the amount of errors I had writing this on Tumblr made me want to dispose of this post entirely.

Regardless, hope you like them. Don't take em too seriously ;w; especially the Ruggie ones.

More fics to come.

Buenas noches

[beaconfeels]

Peter ending up at the Stilinski's house after the fire as "suspiciously large dog" and getting nursed back to health by Stiles.

Thoughts? 👀

I think Noah is pretty dubious about the large “dog” he finds Stiles with when he gets home, but he’s also helpless when his son looks up at him with those big brown eyes and wobbling lower lip and says, “Dad, he’s hurt. We have to help him!”

But the thing is, it turns out Peter’s not healed in wolf form, but the wounds he suffered in the fire basically disappeared under his skin. I dunno, it’s some weird shifter magic. So the vet is like, “I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He seems fine physically.” (Is this a metaphor for invisible illness? Or for the wounds we have that nobody can see? Maybe)

Even Noah can see that the dog isn’t okay, and he really hopes that it doesn’t have some weird illness it can somehow pass on to Stiles, but he doesn’t stop Stiles from taking care of the dog.

Stiles doesn’t know why the dog isn’t okay, but he clearly isn’t. It’s hard for him to walk. He sleeps for hours at a time, and sometimes when he’s awake, he lets out mournful howls that send a shiver down Stiles’s spine.

Stiles will never know how much he’s really doing to heal Peter. Peter thinks he might have been stuck in pain for years if he hadn’t stumbled upon this boy. Stiles pets him constantly, cuddles with him at night, coos soft encouraging words to him when he howls. His love and loyalty is like pack, and it allows Peter to heal from his wounds much more quickly.

Stiles names the dog Thor, and he could swear it rolls his eyes at him whenever he says it, but he still comes when Stiles calls.

Thor refuses to wear a collar or leash, but he follows Stiles to school every day once he’s doing better, and he’s always waiting when Stiles gets out. This would be awesome anyway, but it’s extra awesome because Stiles gets bullied all the time, and now nobody bothers him to or from school anymore since Thor will place himself between Stiles and the bullies and growl viciously until they run away. It’s good for Scott too, because it wasn’t doing his asthma any favors when he and Stiles had to make a run for it.

So yeah, the Stilinskies end up having a dog. Kind of. I say kind of, because it’s not really a typical owner and pet situation. Thor is ungovernable. He comes and goes when he pleases. He never seems hungry, but he also rarely eats the food Stiles puts out for him.

Noah won’t admit it to Stiles, but Thor does seem to understand more than the average dog. He’s also huge, which would be disconcerting if Noah didn’t have clear proof that Thor would protect them with his life. All in all, it’s a strange situation, but soon neither of the Stilinskis can imagine a life without their dog.

[hereticpriest]

OMMMG OKAY hope this is okay for you and i hope you're doing amazing :D

so, i was wondering if you could write something for obi wan and preferably a female reader who has tattoos (body modifications, from the list) like she's a fellow jedi with him in the temple, they maybe were intimate, but obi wan couldn't really focus on her tattoos and now in the aftermath he can, like she has a lot of tattoos and obi wan really takes his time to take a look at them and placing soft kisses everywhere.

this is all over the place, hope you can work with this, if you have any questions send me a dm. 🥰

Alright hun, I hope you enjoy it! Tattoos are based on some dm convo, but you can imagine them differently if I didn't get the right tone. I hope this is what you were looking for!

Sweat cools on your skin as you lay panting atop sheets that aren’t your own, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. You stretch languidly, back arched, arms above your head with a yawn that is admittedly less than attractive. A soft laugh sounds beside you, and you hum inquisitively, turning your head slowly to look at the man stretched out beside you. Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Master on the Jedi Council and one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen in your entire life. His strawberry blond hair, usually so well groomed, is now a mess and sticking up in every direction. His cheeks are ruddy, freckles showing even more somehow when he’s this flush and well-fucked. His eyes are bright, the blue of them akin to the sky on a day filled with sunshine and warmth on any planet less air-polluted than Coruscant, and the corners are crinkled with crows feet from a life well lived. When he looks at you, you don’t see any of the regret or shame you might’ve imagined considering you’re not exactly meant to be cavorting with each other. Instead, his gaze is fond and filled with heat, though you’re unsure if it’s leftover from your recent coupling, or just the look a man has when he’s thoroughly known a woman.

You instinctively smush your hand against his face to hide from his affectionate looks, and he laughs, grabbing your arm so you can’t escape him. His lips trace up over your palm to your wrist, which he nips affectionately, his eyes warm on yours. They widen quite suddenly, and you raise an eyebrow as he pulls away to examine your arm, twisting it before his eyes as far as the joint can roll.

“Oh hello. How did I miss these?” He asks, his voice playfully curious as he trails his fingers over the intricate tattoos on your arms. On the right, a Medusa-themed sleeve that you were particularly proud of. On the left, a deer pranced upon your bicep while a wolf howled upon your forearm. You scoff at him, trying to pull your arm loose, though he tightens his grip.

“Are you blind, Obi-Wan?” You ask him incredulously, “Or was I simply not worth the attention when you could simply rut into me like a beast?”

He rolls atop you easily, pinning your arms to the pillow beneath your head while he settles his hips between your thighs, “I knew you had tattoos, dearest, I simply didn’t see what they portrayed. I’m not a total imbecile. And I don’t think name calling is in order, since this ‘beast’ just made you come thrice without a single complaint from you, dear.”

You raise your eyebrows, letting out a doubtful hum, and he snorts as he bends to steal a kiss.

“Alright, cheeky. Let me take a good look now that I’ve got the time, and you aren’t tearing my back to shreds for being too slow.”

You scoff, cheeks growing hot with embarrassment as you’re well aware he’s entirely right. If anyone was at fault for him not having the time to fully appreciate your nude form, it was you. Every time his lips parted from yours or your skin, you’d whine up a storm. When he slowed for any reason, you’d dug your nails into his back until he got back to it. You’re sure the poor man is covered in scratches, and you suddenly feel guilty, until he bites your lower lip, “Enough, kitten, your claws didn’t hurt me that badly. You’ve nothing to worry about.”

Well!

You tighten your thighs around his hips, and he chuckles, smoothing his hand over the ink on your stomach.

“No, let me have a look. I’ll play with you afterwards.” he promises dismissively, sliding his palms down from your chest to your hips, then walking his fingers back up over the lines of ink that make up the Vitruvian Man atop the stoic sphinxes on your hipbones. As he traces higher, his fingers pause to pinch your nipples as he examines the depiction of the Creation of Adam across your heaving chest. Your ribs into your back are equally covered in art depicting the birth and early years of science, and Obi-Wan pauses to press his lips along the ink to feel the microscopic changes in texture under his lips.

“Look at you, sweetheart. Aren’t you a work of art?” He whispers, and you shiver, your head rolling back against the pillows, “I suppose, quite unlike a museum or art gallery, I have full permission to touch the artwork as much as I like, don’t I?”

A heady gasp leaves your lips, and you blink down at him as he nips at one of the sphinxes, “Again?” You ask hesitantly, having felt his hardness against you.

“Unless you’re quite spent, kitten. Do you need a nap?” He asks playfully, grinning as he kisses along the swell of your stomach.

“Gods, you’re such a fucking tease. Hurry up, you motormouth.”

He snorts.

“Very well, kitten. I’ll put my… ‘motormouth’, as it were, to better uses, shall I?”

You don’t reply, instead just grabbing a fistful of his hair and pushing his face down while he laughs, gleeful in his victory of making you lose control.

[urdepressedslut]

hi i love your writing! <3 i’m obsessed with your bucky fics and was wondering if you’d ever consider writing a beauty and the beast bucky au? no worries if not! thank you for sharing your writing with us <3

beauty and the beast was one of my fav movies growing up, and i love the whole idea of this! i wanted to add my own twists while still trying to follow the original idea 💗 I’ve never tried something like this before but I hope you like it!

Beauty and the Bucky

♡ Pairing: Beast!Bucky Barnes x Beauty!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: In search of your missing Father, you discover a castle far into the untouched forest. After knocking and no answer, you find the doors unlocked and venture inside. But beware— it might not be your Father you find inside.

♡ Warnings: angst, language, imprisonment, violence, wolf attack, animal fights, injuries, blood, Stockholm syndrome?

Main Masterlist

Beauty and the Beast AU

The frigid air bit at your cheeks, the wind cutting into your skin like icicles impaling your skin. It was a struggle to continue trudging through the forest, as it seemed there was no end to the continuous trees. Your Father burned at the front of your brain, the only thing keeping you going. The familiar burst of adrenaline flooded back through your veins, the same feeling when you had witnessed your Father's horse return home without him riding a top.

You hadn't experienced your heart drop more than the moment you saw his horse galloping back frantically. It didn't take long until you were off on your own horse, sprinting with an intense urgency to find your Father.

You patted your horse, soothing him when he had tensed up from a random branch snapping in the distance.

"Shh... It's okay Fury. I'm sure it was nothing." You assured him, trying hard to convince him— as well as yourself.

It was after another agonizing hour in the cold when you had found a castle— an old abandoned one it seemed. As it would usually be a haunting sight, especially in the middle of the forest. You welcomed the idea of shelter, considering you couldn't feel your fingertips— your gloves doing a poor job at keeping your hands warm.

"C'mon Fury, maybe it will be warmer inside." You told him hopefully.

Another part of you hoped that your Father had stopped here to rest, and maybe he'd be inside. But maybe that was only you wishing that were the case.

You held on tight to Fury as he raced through the remaining woods, in a hurry to the castle. You whizzed past all the dead, frozen plants— skidding to a stop at the entrance. In the back of your mind, you imagined what beautiful garden the front landscape would be in warmer conditions. You could imagine the vibrant variety of flowers sprouting just about anywhere. For now it looked ghostly, not a snowflake moving in sight.

Sliding off of Fury, you guided him towards the massive double door entrance. It was intimidating, the pure steel doors looking powerful as they stopped strangers like yourself from entering.

Your teeth chattered as you hesitated pushing the door open. The sensible side of you being annoying and forcing you to raise your hand to knock. The rattling of your knuckles against the steel had your hand throbbing dully. You waited as patiently as you could for an answer— allowing whoever could be inside time to come to the door. You knocked again, harder this time— ignoring the pain in your knuckles this time. After minutes of no answer, only the sound of the howling wind— you didn't hesitate this time to open the door.

You were shocked to find the door opening easily. You gave the heavy door a hard shove, staying rooted in your spot as you watched the steel swing all the way open. You couldn't help but feel bad entering if someone did live here. One— it was creepy if there was someone lurking around. Two— even if you were alone, it was still creepy.

Swallowing the guilt, you focused on the priority. Finding your Father. Just like before, your body filled with panic— worry running through your body as your thoughts wandered to your Father.

God, I hope he's okay. You thought.

You took a step into the doorway, waiting a second for something to happen. When no chaos came, you stepped further into the castle.

"Father! Father it's (Y/n)! If you're here please say something!" You yelled out into the castle, listening to your voice echo through all the hallways— sounding in every single room in the castle.

If someone were here and they hadn't known you were here— they sure do now.

After several minutes of only the creaks of the castle, you were disappointed— hoping that you'd hear your Father's voice shout out to you. He wouldn't last if he was stuck in the cold, lost on foot in the dense woods. Your nose burned, tears building up at the thought of your Father being freezing and alone.

The castle was a bit drafty, the frigid leaking through the walls somehow— but it was much more bearable in here. You just needed a moment to let yourself thaw, gain feeling in your fingertips before you headed out.

"(Y/n)!"

You heard the faintest shout in the distance, and for a second you swore it was your imagination. Had you heard your name?

You waited several moments in silence, your heart beating violently in your chest— waiting for the shout to repeat. You hoped.

"(Y/n)..." The shout sounded again, the voice sounding more familiar.

"Father! Where are you?" You yelled out through the castle, listening to your Father repetitively shout.

You followed his voice, weaving through the dark castle in a haste to find your Father. You climbed almost hundreds of stairs, making it up through a narrow tower to a jail looking place. Stone walls with wooden doors.

"Father?" You asked out into the darkness.

It was hard to see where you were going, but managed to find a single lit torch on the wall— it was like someone had put it there for you. Strange.

"(Y/n)?" Your Father sounded from behind one of the wooden doors, his hands reaching out through the little barred window.

You let out of breath of relief, but immediately panicked— he was trapped here.

"Father! Oh my— Are you okay?" You asked him frantically, skidding to the floor as you grabbed his hand tightly.

Your body broke out in chills as you felt his ice cold hand, his skin almost the same temperature as the stone surrounding us both.

"Father... your hand— it's ice cold." You pointed out, cupping his hand with both of yours, huffing into his hand— in attempt to warm his skin.

"(Y/n), don't worry about me—" He broke out into a sickly cough, "I'll be fine... you need to get outta here! It's not safe!"

Your eyes widened, taking in his face through the little cell door, the light from the torch allowing you to see just how sick he looked. He was old and frail and wouldn't survive much longer. He was also all you had left— you couldn't be without him.

"I'm not just gonna leave you! You'll die!" You cried, tears rolling down your frost bitten cheeks.

He went into another cough attack, holding onto your hand desperately— as if he wanted to remember your touch, like it was the last time he'd ever feel it.

"I love you dear, you're my whole world..." He whispered, raising his shaking hand to cup your cheek, you leaned into his palm— wetting his skin with your tears. "But you need to go. I'm old— I've lived my life. It will be okay."

You shook your head, holding onto his arm desperately. His words only spurred on more tears.

"Don't talk like that— I'm going to get you outta h—" You were interrupted by a loud slam of the door.

Your veins filled with ice and it wasn't from the cold— it was from fear. The sound of thundering footsteps climbing to stairs had your heart in your throat.

"Get back. Stay quiet Father." You whispered frantically, scooting away from the cell door to hide.

The footsteps grew louder and louder, your breaths getting thinner as the thundering echoed louder within the stoned space.

Cowering in your spot, you listened as the footsteps stopped— like they were listening out for you. You could make out their shadow from the torch, their bulky frame as they stood there— waiting for a single sound to alert them of your presence. You watched the shadow glanced around, until they started to leave. You weren't even sure you were breathing by now— trying to keep so silent.

As the shadow creeped away, you slowly and quietly let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. You relaxed against the stone wall and peaked around the corner— needing to make sure your Father was okay.

As you turned into the beam of light from the torch, you weren't expecting to look straight into the eyes of a man.

You screamed, falling backwards until the man shot his hand out— grabbing you by the collar of your coat and throwing you towards the cell door. You landed hard onto the stone, your hands and knees aching from the fall.

"(Y/n)! No— run!" Your Father shouted hoarsely, hands gripping the bars.

You glanced to the stairs, and despite your overwhelming fear at the sight of this man stalking towards you— you stood your ground. Standing in front of your Father's door protectively, you huffed your chest in false confidence. You were terrified— but you wouldn't let it show.

"(Y/n) what are you doing?" Your Father asked worried, feeling helpless stuck behind this door— unable to help his own daughter.

The man stepped forward with booming steps, and you could see the snarl he had on his lips. The way his eyes were almost red with anger, his hands were balled into fists. That was when you noticed one of his arms was robotic looking, the metal stained a dark crimson. The sight made you shiver with fear, knowing your blood would soon be added to the metals collection.

"What are you doing here?" The deep voice questioned, and you had to hold in the gasp that threatened to leave your lips at the intimidating sound.

You took a deep breath, still holding your ground— but the closer he approached the more you felt yourself shrink back in fear.

"Who are you?" You breathed out, noticing just how large this man was— his clothes were torn. Muscles peaking through the gaps in his clothes.

He walked closer until he was at a close distance, not enough to be touching you— but enough to be towering over you. That's when he stopped and just glared down at you, tilting his head with dark eyes.

"I'm the master of this castle." He replied lowly, the sound barely making to your ears.

So someone did live here.

You ignored your wrongful place of coming into this man's home— but he held your Father captive. He was sick and needed help— this was personal and you were going to fight to get him out.

You swallowed nervously, taking a cautious step back— one that he had noticed. His eyes darkened at your retreating form.

"I- I've come for my Father. I don't mean any trouble! Please let him out— can't you see he's sick?" You pleaded with him, trying to keep your voice strong— but your emotions leaked into your words.

"He shouldn't have trespassed here!" He boomed, making you flinch back from the loudness.

You felt tears building in your eyes again, and wished them away as you didn't want to seem weak in front of this man— knowing he'd use your weakness against you.

"He'll die! Please!" You asked him again, a feeling buried deep in your gut knowing both of you weren't making it out of here. "I'll do anything!"

Your offer had the man silent for a second, before he turned away— clearly lost in thought of what to do with you.

"There's nothing you can do. He trespassed— he's my prisoner." The man explained, running his metal hand through his hair.

You watched the torch light bounce off his arm, the flash of light passing through your eyes and it was only then you came up with an idea. One that your Father wouldn't be happy about— but he was sick and needed help. You really would do anything for him, you loved him.

"What if... what if you take me instead?" You asked nervously.

The man stopped his slight pacing, turning towards you with a dark unreadable expression. He looked you up and down like he had never seen such a soul in his life.

"You would take his place?" He asked wearily.

You lowered your eyes to the floor, trying to hide the tears that were now rolling down your cheeks. You knew they'd be glistening from the torch's light.

"If I did, would you let my Father go?" You asked, making sure your Father would be protected.

The man responded quick without hesitation, clearly interested in your strength— your bravery to stay here instead of your Father.

"Yes." He told you, and you let out a breath of relief. "On one condition— you must promise to stay here forever."

His words had you freezing up for a moment. You'd be sacrificing your life for your Father— which wasn't the issue. You'd do it any day for him. It was the fact you'd never see him again. The realization had your heart cracking, pieces scattered amongst your rib cage.

The man watched your face fall, the light slowly vanish from your eyes.

"(Y/n)— I can't let you do this!" Your Father pleaded with you before he broke out into another coughing fit, this time his hand covered in his blood. There was no time.

"You have my word." You finally said to him.

"Done!" The man boomed, pushing you to the side and opening the door to your Father cell.

You fell to the floor, covering your face with your hands as you sobbed quietly. In the background, you could make out two pairs of feet shuffling towards you, and thats when you lifted your head. Your eyes meeting with your Father's concerned ones. You wasted no time and threw yourself into his arms, the way his whole body was as cold as ice. You squeezed him tight— forcing yourself to remember his comforting scent of pine and the wood shop back home.

"(Y/n) please don't do this! You deserve to live a life— not be stuck here!" He tried to change your mind, but this was all for him.

You weren't going to change your mind if your Father's life depended on it. Your Father let out a cry, knowing his daughter was stubborn— selfless. He knew there was no changing your mind— he just wished he could.

The man grabbed your father by his coat, dragging him to the stairs. You let go of him as you didn't want to struggle and put your Father in danger.

"I love you Father— please don't forget about me!" You cried, reaching your hands out to him.

You listened as their footsteps retreated, and soon you could only hear the muffled sound of a horse carriage riding away. You stared blankly at the stone floor, trying to wake up from this nightmare— this couldn’t be real, no.

The man traveled back up the steps, stopping just enough where he could see your crumpled form. You hadn’t noticed his presence, and that was his chance to really get a good look at you.

You obviously were defeated, body sagging in sorrow that your Father was gone. But he could see your chest rising and falling quickly— either from anger or panic. He wish things didn’t have to be like this, but he had no choice in the matter. Plus— maybe you could finally help break the curse. The curse that had him transforming into a monster— The Winter Soldier.

Your soft cries brought him back to the moment, and he couldn’t ignore the way his heart twinged at the sad sound. He had no right to be upset— this was his doing. He knew that.

He finally stepped further into the space, making his steps known. You quieted down immediately and tried to wipe your face of the tears.

“Your Father is gone. It’s just you and me here.” He stated, keeping his voice emotionless.

You sniffled and weakly nodded your head, keeping your eyes pointed downwards. You hated this man— you fucking hated him.

~

It had been half a day, and in that time the man who’s name you found out was Bucky— allowed you to wander around the castle. But it was a strict rule that you didn’t go outside. Only viewing the outside world through the stained glass windows. He also prohibited you from going into his section of the castle.

Another strict rule was that he was not to be bothered after midnight. He said it would be dangerous for me to interact with him during that time— and if that didn’t sound terrifying, I don’t know what did. You agreed quickly not to disturb him— seeing as you were already afraid of this man. He was only adding onto the list why.

You noticed quickly that this man kept to himself, rarely visiting you— or seeking you out. You wondered if you could try to escape. It had been burning at the front of your mind since he sent your Father away.

You waited until he came and said goodnight— that’s when you started planning your escape.

Bucky announced that he was heading to his quarters, and you played your role with expertise, faking a loud yawn as you melted into the flimsy mattress. He shook his head, knowing deep down you were up to something.

You waited about two hours before you started wandering the castle. The castle doors were easy to find, but you knew you’d be in trouble. Outside it was still deathly cold. You didn’t know where Fury was— that thought had your heart aching. You hoped he was okay. He was such a loyal horse, helping you through the toughest times. Other than your Father— you had Fury.

You either took your chances outside in the cold— or stayed a prisoner here forever.

You knew you’d rather die trying than stay still— besides, your Father needed you. He was sick, and the fact that you didn’t know if he had gotten help— was killing you. You needed to see him well for your own eyes.

You had grabbed your coat, along with your still slightly damp boots. Before you could go through with your plan, you heard a thud coming from up the stairs. The section of the castle that you were not to go in. Of course— your curiosity won. This castle was so intricate and you wouldn’t be satisfied if you hadn’t seen every corner of it. You knew it was dumb, but you could investigate as a ghost.

The further you walked down the hall, you realized you couldn’t hear the thuds anymore. It was eerily silent— the cold wind seeping through the tiny cracks in the stone.

Suddenly a bright pink light flashed from the end of the hallway, almost beckoning you to come closer.

Peeking through the cracked door, you saw the room empty. Everything was dull, lifeless— torn to shreds besides one thing.

Your eyes widened— never having seen such beauty. It was pulling you into a trance, and you didn’t want to look away.

There was a tall stone table, on top a caged rose in glass. It was glowing pink, the glass almost keeping some kind of magic trapped inside. You raised your hand slowly, tapping the glass for a reaction. After none, you lifted the glass cage, the rose now exposed fully. The pink seemed to glow brighter now that it was freed from the glass.

We’re the same. You thought about the rose.

Your eyes drifted down the stem of the rose, taking notice of all the withered up petals that had fallen from the flower. It was beautiful— but pulled at your heart for some reason.

The slightest noise from the rose had you snapping your attention on it— watching a petal shake before detaching and floating to the bottom. Another withered petal to add to the graveyard.

You were so focused on the rose, you didn’t notice the presence in the room with you. Suddenly the glass cage was ripped from your hands, slammed back over the rose.

You yelped and jumped back, watching Bucky hug the glass cage in a protective stance— watching him turn to you. His eyes were almost red with anger, and you swallowed out of nervousness.

“I thought I told you to stay out of this section.” He pointed out, his voice low— laced with venom.

You started backing away slowly, knowing it was your fault for angering him. You were the one who didn’t listen.

“I’m sorry… I just wanted to see—”

“You’re sorry? But you are standing in the section I remember telling you not to be in.” He scolded you, his voice raising.

He released the glass cage now, stalking towards you with a snarl. His metal armed whirred with anger and you were suddenly fearing for your life.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen— I’ll leave—”

“It’s too late! You shouldn’t of come here!” He growled, kicking away some scattered pieces of furniture— further destroying them.

He stalked further towards you, and every step he took closer to you was another step back you took. His fists were shaking with rage, and suddenly you felt the stone wall at your back. Stopping you from retreating any further.

“I didn’t mean any harm please—”

“GET OUT!” He shouted as he swung and punched through the stone next to your head.

With a scream you flinched away from the punch, the noise deafening in your ears. The rubble dusted your face as your whole body shook with fright. You felt brave and glared at the man who was too close for comfort, his warm breath fanning your face. You didn’t have time to think before your hand came up and slapped him hard across the cheek.

The man stumbled back, not from the strength— because he was much stronger than you. No… he was shocked. Like your hit had snapped him out of a trance.

He could suddenly see the fear in your eyes, the unshed tears that had gathered in your lash line starting trickle down your skin.

Before he could attempt to speak, you took off out of the room. Sprinting as fast as your little legs could manage, not stopping until you were bursting through the main castle doors.

A horse screeched to your left and you felt relief fill your body as Fury came galloping over.

“Fury! Oh— I’m so happy to see you boy!” You hugged him around the neck, quickly climbing on top of him. “Let’s get outta here!”

You took off with Fury, weaving through the snowy forest— the castle long gone behind you. You could almost feel yourself growing excited that you had escaped, ready to be reunited with your Father. But you spoke too soon.

A pack of wolves howling had Fury scared, slowing his sprint to a cautious gallop. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand from the threat of wolves.

You spotted one in the middle of the path, causing Fury to stop. You attempted to pet his neck, trying to comfort him— but as you started to see more wolves approaching, surrounding. You knew this wasn’t good.

You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t let Fury get hurt. You wanted to see your Father, but you needed to save Fury first. Suddenly you were sliding off the horse, giving him a smack on the rear— causing Fury to screech and run off. Jumping clear over the wolf, they watched him run away— leaving you in the middle of the pack.

It was a stupid act, because there was no way you were surviving this. It was almost fourteen wolves against one.

One suddenly lunged, biting your coat hood and beginning to drag you away— the others snarling and nipping at your feet.

With a scream for help— to no one, you struggled. Kicking a couple wolves snouts in the process.

Before you could panic any further, you saw a flash of silver and suddenly you saw Bucky fighting off the wolves. Punching them and throwing them away, clearing all the ones off you first. He grabbed the wolf dragging you and threw it further into the woods. You watched in fear and amazement as he fought off all the wolves. The victory was short lived as the wolves started piling up, too many for Bucky to handle. At last, Bucky did a dangerous spin, throwing majority of the wolves off, only one attached to him now.

You stood up and turned to run, not thinking twice about leaving him. But then you heard Bucky cry out— turning you saw the last wolf biting down on his flesh arm drawing blood. Bucky flung the wolf off him, and with a shout— all the wolves scampered away. Leaving Bucky to attempt to catch his breath in the middle of the now crimson covered snow. It was horrifically beautiful.

You watched him sag into the snow, falling to his knees before he glanced up to you. His eyes shining with shame.

Your breath got caught in your throat at the look and found yourself unable to move. He let his eyes roll back into his head before sinking into the snow.

You pulled your coat tighter around you and tried to leave again— him not being your problem anymore. He had imprisoned your Father, and you. He didn’t deserve an act of kindness.

He saved you.

The tiny voice in the back of your mind had you stopping in your tracks again— forcing you to look back at his body buried in the snow. Watching the red liquid leak from his arm, dirtying the white blanket.

You heard galloping approaching and turned to see Fury headed towards you, eyes shining with relief.

“Fury… you shouldn’t of come back. It’s too dangerous.” You spoke to the horse, before looking back at the man.

Fury bumped your back with his nose playfully, and you could almost hear the thoughts coming from the horses head.

“I don’t know why but… we have to save him. He saved me and I don’t know why.” You confessed to Fury, walking up the Bucky. “Ready boy? Let’s get him back.”

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Bucky felt his limbs thawing, the warmth consuming his body rather than the ice that used to surround him. He found himself swimming in the haze with confusion. The last thing he remembered was fighting off the wolves— saving you. He just couldn’t live with himself that he had scared you, your sweet angelic voice that he had scared away. Moments after you had left he wanted to seek you out, not to drag you back to this castle— but to apologize. He didn’t ask for this life, he was miserable and was just shocked to have found someone so… you.

He let out a moan of discomfort, sitting up in his bed.

Wait… bed?

“How are you feeling?” Your voice asked politely from the fireplace.

That’s where he could see you squeezing out extra water from a cloth, letting the liquid drip into a porcelain bowl.

He wasn’t sure how to react— his instinct was the scream and freak out. He wanted to be angry but found he couldn’t. Besides, he was weak from the fight.

“Fine.” He answered quickly, averting your gaze.

You walked closer to him and you didn’t miss the way he flinched back like he would burn you with his touch. It was more for your sake than his.

“Can I see your arm— don’t want it to get infected.” You asked him, holding out your hand to grab his arm.

He slowly dropped his arm into your hand, watching you focus and dab the area around the wound— avoiding the red angry cuts.

You let the cloth dip into the sensitive area, making him hiss— his face angered.

“Ouch.” He mumbled monotonously, and you had to hide the giggle that wanted to come up.

“Just hold still… almost done.” You assured him, being careful not to hurt him anymore.

He watched with shameful eyes as you cared for him, and he knew he didn’t deserve this at all. But he had gotten lost in your gentle touches, the way he had never been cared for like this. He almost craved it.

“Why… why did you save me? Why didn’t you just run away?” He asked, genuinely curious.

You dropped the cloth back into the bowl, wrapping his arm with some gauze you found lying around. You chewed on your lip, deep in thought.

“You saved me… I couldn’t just leave you to die. Yes— you scared me… but no one deserves to die alone in the cold. Not even you.” You told him, watching his eyes morph into shock.

“You should hate me.” He mumbled, and you had heard.

You finished wrapping his arm and leaned back on your feet, studying his shame sagged shoulders. In this warm glow from the fireplace— he was kinda beautiful. Behind this scary man might just be someone who doesn’t wanna be alone, that you understood.

“I want to— but I can’t seem to.” You whispered, making his eyes widen. “Why did you save me?”

You shot back, mirroring his question.

Bucky looked at you for a moment in silence, gazing at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever come across. He was shocked that you questioned your worth— you deserved to be saved. Not him.

“I… I felt bad.” He revealed, and your lips curved up into a tiny smirk.

“So you do have a heart after all?” You teased, but still held distaste for the man.

You were somehow warming up to him— and you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

A/N: after proof reading this— it feels like a rewrite of the original story and i’m not sure how i feel about that. i was trying hard to find a way to do an au of this story, so if it’s not good i apologize 😅❤️‍🩹

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Always - Isaac Lahey

Summary: Your boyfriend Isaac Lahey always being your knight in shining armour

Pairings: Isaac Lahey x Reader

A/N: I been going on a teen wolf binge lately so I will be posting more teen wolf imagines. Sorry if its short. Hope you enjoy!

You never felt more pain in your life.

Lately it was like everything was going wrong.

You and your boyfriend went through a tough patch and he disappeared. You and the pack have been driving yourselves crazy trying to figure out what new threat is running around Beacon Hills. It seems like everything you were trying just wasn’t enough.

 This is what led you to running through the woods. You ran. That’s another problem you always ran. Running was one of the few things that was able to completely empty your mind. You did it before you became a wolf and it is still one of your favorite things to do. For awhile you didnt think about Scott or Isaac, the killings, hunters. It was dangerous running through the woods with everything going on but it was a chance you were willing to take. Until you took the wrong step and stepped right into a bear trap. The excruciating pain knocked you off your feet unto the ground causing you to howl like your life depended on it. The pegs of the bear trap buried so deep in your skin laced in some type of herb probably wolfsbane that kept you from healing. Of course you didn’t have your phone so you couldn’t call anyone you just hoped that by howling eventually someone would hear you.

Desperately you tried to keep yourself together that if you calmed down you would figure a way out of the trap. There was no use to trying to pry open the trap. You hoped that someone would come save you from the trap and hoped they came before a hunter figured you were here. Your whimpers and cries could be heard in the woods. That’s when you heard multiple sounds of footsteps coming into the woods. "Nonono" you began to panic. That’s when you began to try to pry the trap together despite your best judgement. 

"Y/n where are you"

You began to release a breath you didn’t know you were holding and began to laugh of relief. Somehow Isaac always found and saved you no matter what trouble you found yourself in. "Isaac I cant move" tears were still spilling from your eyes down your face. Even without clear vision from your tears you knew he felt guilt for what happened. "Just don’t move y/n. I got you okay. Im gonna get you out" He grabbed your hand taking some of your pain away before working to get you out of the bear trap. It wasn’t until you felt the bear trap snap open and release off your leg you felt relief. Your leg was still in awful pain but at least you werent trapped.

"You came for me" tears were spilling down your face not from the pain you still felt in your leg. Isaac sat down next to you. He held your hand rubbing circles on your skin "Love Im always going to come for you. Always. I love you. There isnt anything I wouldn’t do for you. I would rip this whole town apart if you wanted me to. I would never let anyone hurt you." He pulled you closer to him resting his forehead against yours. "Im so sorry about everything that’s been happening with us." you felt tears tracing down your face. You werent too sure whether they were yours or his but they were there.  "I love you Is. Im always going to love you through everything. Im always going to be here"