#Keeva Speaks

[thecreaturecrossroads]

(Did say there would be more. Featuring Cairi and Keeva!)

((I think I'm getting better at plump bodies. 8D ))

[grimvestige]

🌹 for Lillian!

AHHH SORRY THIS TOOK ME 8 MILLION YEARS TO GET TO!! (I still wanna get to those other outfit requests from folks too I just got slapped really hard by mental and physical health and drawing motivation for a bit)

Anywho! Soft OC Ask!

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Killian is a particularly interesting case for this question because he was a stowaway, and is still currently figuring out where he even belongs in the world. (He thinks it's kicking the ass of his older brother and proving to his family he's worthy of upholding their high-skill mercenary tradition, but as his player I'll tell you that he's wrong lol)

Killian feels the most at home when working a forge, crafting weaponry, or tending to his own. It gives him quiet time to think and focus. And, while he would never say it, he enjoys being able to contribute to the well-being and safety of the crew, and being appreciated by the ship's engineer, which isn't exactly something he got at home.

Speaking of home, he was born in Ellara! Which in the campaign setting is a country of mostly adventurers, and serves as a demilitarized zone. I haven't actually picked a particular town, since he's my backup character in case I can't play Tiarnan.

Killian probably doesn't really know what home means to him in any substantial way, if you asked him he'd give you the dictionary definition, and if pushed for a more meaningful definition then he'd probably make an excuse and leave.

Thank you for the ask~! Killian's such an inexperienced adventurer, and also pretty immature emotionally (aka pettiest bitch in the universe) so trying to drill down into more serious stuff with him is fun.

Soft OC Asks if anyone wants to submit some!

[nyf-archive]

@proelio-procusi asked | i'm pretty sure you said that to me last time.

"W-What? Did I?" A faint blush crosses over that of the Commander's cheeks, suddenly feeling a bit hot despite the cold air around them. "I uh...I just..." He clears his throat quickly, hand running along the nape of his neck, hoping that maybe a smarter sentence may come out next time.

"I mean, an apology is an apology, but I feel like it sounded very hollow..." Hands squeeze the pommel of his sword in embarrassment, flexing as not only his tongue fails him, but his brain does, as well. He stops and tries to regulate himself before gently offering his hand for her to take.

"I was a scared boy back then in Kinloch. I had been mentally, physically, and emotionally battered by demons and my friends...it doesn't excuse my actions...but I'm glad you relented and ignored my requests..." His eyes are softer this time as he gazes down to the warden. "Our time before Adamant draws near...and I just wanted to apologize in case anything were to happen."

[velvet-paradox]

Stay (ch. 5)

Feelings - Kruger is a real friend - Confessions in the night -The hurt Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, strong language, explicit content, angst, there's some smut in here folks!

This was a mistake.

A misunderstanding, surely you cannot be thinking fondly of the man, The Collector, who took you so many months ago now. Away from your family, your parents, your friends, your village. Many a night you cried over and over, with nothing to do about your situation.

No escape plan.

The last capture for ransom had been slain, her aid, one of KorTac's own, fucking blood eagled. You did not desire the same fate, although you played along and kept your mouth shut, eyes alert and aware of your current and now future surroundings, sometimes you prayed to the Gods for that same fate.

Death would be better than suffering at the hands of The Collector and his clan.

But then…

You missed him. You truly missed his presence. You shouldn't, you wish you didn't, you pray to the Gods to give you the strength needed to get rid of these feelings.

Maybe it's because you haven't been touched, haven't hugged or embraced anyone. Been held on to, been loved. You're lonely, afraid and scared and need to be told 'it is going to be alright', you wait for the moment to come but it never does.

This home, this new home wasn't yours, but it somehow was wrapping you up in its' veins.

Eating in the hall, though full of song and drink, perfectly cooked meat and veg, you feel alone. That no one sees you there. You're a ghost, a figment until The Collector brings you meaning once again. No one bats an eye that you now sit, with your pillow, in his seat. That you drink ale from his horn. That you are slipping into place.

The singers give you a nod as you dine, Keeva's middle daughter, Tove, sits next to you, telling you how annoying her brothers are, how she longs for the twins to learn to speak to her. She looks just like her mother.

You can hear Price's laugh over the music, he's already had three horns worth and is jovial. Soap hands you a roll in passing. You're fitting in. Your smile is humorless as you wish you're parents were with you, here in this great hall, together again as it should be.

"Don't cry, pet. 's only a roll."

You hadn't realized you were tearing up. Wiping it away with the back of your knuckles before smiling at her plump cheeks. You opened your mouth but was stopped short when the double doors of the great hall were being pushed shut, the music halted, the dancing stopped and all was still.

Until you saw The Collector's figure, Ghost and Kruger behind him. Along with someone new, you couldn't make out anything as there was a bag over their head.

Blood on their hands, filth on their attire. You stood instantly, watching as if they were mist come into the hall, everyone burst into cheers and whoops and calls for more celebration.

And even though you could not make out König's eyes, you knew they were upon you, sat at the head of the table.

The air shifts and you feel guilt bite into your neck, slither up your spine. The way König makes you feel, weak and powerless; puny.

You thought he'd be cross with you, pissed that you had the audacity, without his knowledge and permission, to be taking his seat in the great hall. You thought he might even punish you. Hurt you.

But what he did was something else entirely.

He'd gotten cleaned up after all the praise for another well earned hunt. KorTac would have more than enough food to last the entire winter months, along with a few extra boars and two seals on this side of the river from Horangi's clan.

You laid in your bed, hearing König douse himself with water from a wooden barrel, blubebering away the hunt and getting the dirt and grime out of his hair, off his skin. He reeked of iron and soot, chipped bark and smoke.

"Are you still awake, pet?" König questioned through the open doorway with a pound of his fist on the wall above your head.

"Ja."

"Would you aide me in something?"

You were curious and frightful of what The Collector may need you for. And as you peeked into the room, you stalled instantly. Not only was König completely naked, he was bruised around his forearms and the back of his calves, most likely from sleeping on the ground for five days at a time. His hood was off. Bare to the world. You'd his scarred chest before but the tight muscles of his back, his shapely hips and rear, the thick bands of his thighs that were surprisingly tattooed with runes stood, out the most. Other than his burnt red hair.

"What um… what do you need?"

König merely turned his head to the side, exposing his incredible profile, the stubble on along his jaw, the lovely shape of his neck.

"Come here and I'll show you."

You swallowed hard and inched your way further into the room, the glow of the burning torches, the shadows it cast over his body were driving you mad.

You can do this. Youcandothisyoucandothis

You could feel the fucking heat radiating off his form, no longer reeking of blood and viscera, just him. The scent you had missed for days. König shifted and his back rolled before he was on you, one large hand grasped you around the neck, forcing you to stumble backward, the fur beneath your feet skidded along with you. Your back hit the wall before your head did and before you realized what was actually happening. His hair hung in his eyes, flickering in the light you squeaked upon seeing his face for the first time. A splatter of freckles across his nose, a pretty nasty but healed cut through his right eyebrow, scratches that have laid the foundation of his skin marked his face. A jagged line of battle along his jaw.

"Enjoying my place, are you? Sitting at the head of the table as if we are already married. Like it belongs to you," König snorted and shook his head, the ends of his hair slotted against his long lashes. "Does it belong to you, pet?"

You shook your head nervously.

"Hmmm would you like it to be?" König asked with a tilt of his head an smirk on his lips.

The Collector was looking over your face, moving his hand up to your jaw, tipping your chin to look at him and his haunting gaze.

"I don't… how do you mean? I've only sat there tonight, I swear! I won't do it agai-"

"That's not what I asked. I asked if you wanted to belong. At the head of the table," with his other hand, he angled himself down closer, your breathing out of control as the predator had his prey, his eyes on yours. "Or maybe I should place you beneath it, back to the floor where you belong."

"I don't want to be on the floor again. Please uh… bitte." Tears prickled your inner corners and for some unspeakable reason, you had never been this wet between your legs.

"Bitte? My you have been learning so well." König praised which made your caged in with a naked giant you were crushing hard on, made things worse. You were thisdamnclose to breaking out in a cold sweat.

"John and Keeva have been most patient."

König's thick eyebrows went up with your answer. "Ah, yes they have. I shall have to send my regards. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm not I mean… I am looking at you but I don't understand, no one sees your face. So why am I?"

"Precisely. Only I allow that luxury, my men have seen my face after battle, that is all. Now you so you should take it as a high compliment that I'm being so generous with my body, ja?"

You nodded once more, too scared to look away.

"Not even Ada?" The question fell out of your mouth like the coins you had helped collect.

"Ada?! My my you have been a busy hase, ja? Nein, she has never seen my face and what do you know of Ada anyway? Who have you been speaking to?"

"Just hat she's like your play thing I guess."

"My play thing? Nein nein, she is KorTac's play thing, she has sex with whoever she wants, who can pay her handsomely. That's her business. Her appetite is quite vast."

You broke the intense silence and looking at each other when you brought up your hand, satisfied with his answer, it jerked when you touched the hand on your face. König huffed and locked eyes with you.

"You said you needed my help."

König's face twisted into a devious little grin with sharp teeth like the monster he was.

"That I do, something has come over me as of late. This ache I have for you grows with each day, this has never happened to me and it is making me dizzy and tired," his confession had your mouth falling open with each passing word. "It is hard to focus when my heart has become so consumed. And I am certain in this light, that you have only gotten prettier since I have been gone."

You swallowed, trying to keep your breath even before you spoke.

"Took you that long to notice?"

König barked out laughter in your face, a genuine smile and reaction. "Oh woman, how you wound me so! I have missed your wit. Just what I needed. And nein, I realized your beauty the moment I saw you. Pissed off, head full of bravery."

You didn't miss the way he flinched when you licked your dry lips. The was being drained from the room with each passing second.

"I need your touch, pet. I don't want anyone the way I want you. Will you help me?"

….

He walked you over to his work table in the corner of his room, knocking aside tools and weapons, a clay pitcher of water and half eaten, half torn loaf of rosemary bread. He sat you on said table with little to no effort, reminding you of how easily he had picked you up around the middle when he took you.

"Hike up your night dress, my dear, just there is good enough."

You'd averted your eyes for so long that when you did dare look down at his cock your whole body shuddered. The size, the weight, the pre-cum practically drooling from the tip. Larger than any other prick you'd seen nor allowed into your body.

"Cross your legs, just like that. Very obedient you are, my dear." He huffed out.

You didn't understand why you were requested to iclose your legs when you thought he wanted the warm of your cunt. How strange.

But it made sense when he told you, after taking hold of his cock and spitting down on it, that he would not be penetrating you tonight. That would come later.

It felt so peculiar to feel a cock slip between your knees, at an angle he thrust his rock hard length back and forth where your kneecap met the back of your top leg.

The grunt he let out when he found a steady rhythm, rocking his trained hips into your leg, scooching the table on its legs, hitting the wall gently.

"Fuck. Been dreaming about this, seeing your face for real and not using my imagination to conjure up how pretty you are. How soft your hands are, wishing and praying to the Gods that one day I shall relish in the feel of them on my skin."

His hand balled into a fist before punching down on the rocking surface. "I want you."

You couldn't deny it any longer, not with waxing poetic, aiming his cock between your legs, sweating and shaking with desire and passion.

That's what it was!

You had become not only involved with The Collector, intertwined into this new life, with its' new people and language, but you were passionate about it. The helping of others. The give and take so easily and freely you found yourself sliding your hands up his stomach, smiling when he flinched and fixed you with a stare so hot you thought he might just set you alight.

"Let me. Let me touch you. I promise, König, you will not regret it."

This time it was his turn to nod in response, words had since failed him since he'd grabbed your top thigh, grounding him as he fucked the space between. You could feel how slick he was getting. Your smile, wicked as could be, as you began to familiarize yourself with his body. The markings, the tattoos, the scrapes, the freckles above his bely button. How he trembled when you touched a deep gouge to his shoulder, outright sighed with satisfaction when you pressed your lips over it.

"Oh my pet, you have yet to fail me."

"Do you think I will?"

"If you know what is good for you, you will not. Come here."

He continued his thrusts, moaning against your neck, wrapping his arm around your own, anchoring himself to your shoulder, nuzzling your face until you finally turned your head and captured his lips. He licked his way inside right away, which wasn't surprising as he was at his breaking point, whining into your mouth. A sound you never thought had erupted from this mans vocal chords before.

"Oh it's happening, it's finally fucking happening, it's coming!" König grabbed the back of your head then, pulling away from your now puffy and slick mouth to look at you.

He opened his mouth and with the lowest groan and call of your name he came, rope after rope of his hot load shot out of his trembling body, slithering down your leg, across the floor. When you touched the crown of his cock lightly he hung his head against your shoulder and released another shot through your fingers, mouthing thanks.

….

You rode that high like a horse! You, you of all people, made König a sloppy mess and it wasn't even from your pussy or mouth. Hands free. The sounds he made, the way he rested against you for stability, the way his mouth slotted perfectly over your own. How he smelled. How he tasted. How sweetly, The Collector, had asked you to stay.

You made you way down the village lane, side stepping Tove running after her brothers. There was a chill in the air now, crisp were the mornings, cooler, like now, in the evening. The leaves that had changed color awhile back had now all but fallen into piles, crunching under your boots, laced with frost.

It was a decent morning, your head held high as you knew something no one else here did.

As you eyed a necklace, a very similar shade to the emerald around your arm, a voice, one of the most pleasant and calm hit your ears. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I am rather pleased to see you alive and well."

That voice sounded very familiar and as you turned around on your heel, you smiled at Kim Hong-jin, decked out in thick furs, a very beautifully detailed cloak and fur wrapped boots up to his shins.

"Mr. Hong-jin, what a pleasure."

"Ah, you have a good memory. I see you are settling in for the winter as well here, very nice shade I must say."

"Thank you, sir."

"Please, please. If you are still able to walk and breathe, you can call me Horangi. Is your host around? We must discuss the winter rations and cautions." He asked, adjusted his attired with ease and grace that only a man of his caliber could carry. He gave head tilt.

"Um, I believe so. Shall I take you up to the great hall to sus him out?"

"Lead the way, pet." Horangi said, extending out his arm for you to take, making your way back towards the hall.

The hall was less packed this time of day, the musicians were practicing by the large hearth, two young girls stoking the flames to keep the room cozy. No König.

His room; empty.

The large room he held meetings and discussions in; bare.

The kitchen was bustling but still no Collector.

You tried to hide your embarrassment when König could not but located, Horangi didn't mind though. In fact you thought he might be enjoying this time, milling about KorTac, speaking of tales and telling storied that hung within these walls. How close he and König were, had been thick as literal thieves.

You came to a foreign space at the back, there was a cell of sorts with iron doors and some sort of locking mechanism. You could hear someone talking but it was too faint to make out. It made you curious and gave you pause. When you turned to tell Horangi you were sorry, the door at the very end of the corridor creaked open.

The instant slap of skin on skin echoed out into the hall. Another slap, another moan, another step back as Simon walked out, both hands covering his groin.

"Apologies!" he exclaimed, you could hear delight in his voice. Uncertain if it was from actually seeing you or what he'd been up to behind that door. "I haven't seen you in two days time, thought for sure you might have cut and run. And you bring a guest, Horangi, my brother, how are you?"

"Quite well, and well escorted by pet here. My Ghost… are you ill? You are sweating quite profusely."

"Exertion will do that. Ada can be quite the handful as you know, needs a good fucking to put her in her place as you well know yourself, brother." Ghost panted with a shrug.

"That I do. Is the big man around, we have matters to discuss before the first frost arrives."

"He is but… he is indisposed as of currently. He could talk you through it if you like." You didn't miss the way Ghost tilted his head at you, louder sounds of pleasure or pain, or perhaps both met your ears and before you knew it, your feet were moving. Still within earshot of the two intimidating men, you pushed the door with your boot, bile rising in your throat.

"I can wait, I shall take my leave get something fresh to drink in your great hall."

"Of course. Our house is your house brother. I shall send him out your way once he's finished."

Soap was on some massive bed, bending over a voluptuous naked woman. His thrusts sloppy at best, he couldn't even form words, the woman couldn't either as you watched The Collector grab a sharp hold of her face. You hated everything in that moment. The world around you slowed as König pointed at her with his other, gloved hand. Barking at her, orders, commands, filth.

He eventually turned his head at the last second, catching your eye and the moment you took off, pushing past Ghost and Horangi.

You ran.

What else were you so supposed to do?

How fucking naïve of you to believe König had true, honest feelings for you. How idiotic. You were merely a means to an end, nothing more, nothing less. He'd tricked you, spoiled you into thinking because he was bare to the world and to you, showed his face, his lust, his thirst, that it would only be for you. How foolish.

You ran out the front doors, boots sticking into the mud like boulders on the cliffside of the fjord, imbedding into the wet soil. Down the lane, up the hill, through the houses of the village until you hit open air. The familiar clearing. The training field grounds.

You dropped to the dewy ground, your head to the grass, covering the back of your head as you cried your little heart out.

Only left along with your thoughts, how he made you feel, how apparently you made him feel all went tumbling away. You felt sorry and stupid for believing the horny words, the advancement in relations. You felt so high on your horse and now you pelted down like earth beneath. You grasped and tugged at your hair as the thought of that night made you sick now.

"What did he do this time?"

You didn't even hear even hear Kruger, the stealthy bastard, spinning one of the wooden practice swords in the setting sun of the bruised sky.

"Who?" You asked, it was rhetorical of course. You lifted you head when Kruger crouched in front of you with the end of the sword.

"König of course. He's the only one who makes you cry. Every Gods damn time. Look at you." Kruger shook his head, hood swaying when you started bawling again. He put the sword aside and sat down with you, gather you up in his arms. An embrace, endearment for the pet of clan.

You didn't know how long you cried, when you finally stopped. What you did know was that you were hanging upside down, drifting in and out. Kruger had you hefted over his shoulder, gently walking back to the village. Your eyes fluttered closed once more.

You kept your eyes closed when you felt him drop you down to your bed, drowsy from crying so much your cheeks hurt, the muscles tight and aching. There was a shifting sound from The Collectors side of the space.

"It is none of my business what you've done to her, but for the love of Odin, bitte, treat her better."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"If she's not training, she's crying. If she is not eating, guess what? Now pet is sobbing! Poor thing, I am surprised she has any water left in those eyes." Kruger scolded the leader.

König sighed and mumbled something out of ear shot, their heavy steps retreating as you drifted off to sleep.

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[crowandmousewritingco]

Drifting Through Space

Pairing: Ezra x gn!reader

Words: 793

Rating: G (just a cute little drabble)

Summary: Just spending some time with Ezra on his ship.

Author: Mod Mouse

Notes: I haven't written for our sweet wordy spaceman in awhile and thought a cute little drabble would fit the mood.

The gentle hum of the spaceship pulled you out of concentration with the task at hand. Ezra had asked you to tally up your bounty since you had the time before you arrived. The next stop was an aurelac trading post past the outer rings and the two of you were about to hit it big.

One day you were stumbling around the Green hoping to find a hint of aurelac, and you found more than a hint. The Queen’s Lair was real and untouched. That was until you and Ezra stumbled upon it one faithful day on the Green. The two of you celebrated for days as you cleared the mining surplus. With your findings you could live out your days in bliss. The only problem was finding a way off of this Kevva forsaken moon. That was soon answered when you were lucky enough to find some fellow prospectors who generously traded their spare ship for a part of the findings. 

You were more than happy to oblige, which was how you were where you were now. The stars lazily drifted past as the autopilot ship glided into the hazy mist of space dust. The dark hull lit up briefly as the rocket passed nearby giant suns from neighboring solar systems. Space was calm in many ways, and having your partner beside you was a wonderful way to pass the time as the ship flew closer to your future. Though you had been so excited that you stayed up for most of your sleep cycle imaging the next few years together. 

“Gem, how numerous is our bounty? Will we be able to retire to that sun-kissed beach like we’ve always dreamed?” Ezra asked over his shoulder from the cockpit. 

Your tired brain didn’t register that Ezra was speaking to you as you counted the same pile of aurelac for the third time. It took the sound of heavy boots pulling you from your weary counting. 

“Birdie, did you heed my question?” He asked and only then did your head peak up from the table. Your partner took in your tired face and his face softened. “Keeva did you give yourself any shut eye last night?” Ezra asked softly cupping his palm, rough from years of mining. 

“M’ no I was too excited about the bounty,” You admitted with a slightly tired slur to your words. 

Ezra chuckled and kissed your forehead. “I understand the allure of having a wonderful life, but you can’t go on and abandon the needs of your current life. Here follow me.” He took his hand in yours and gently led you to the pilot’s seat. Ezra sat down first and patted his lap for you to join him. 

Carefully you sat yourself down on one of his thighs and leaned against his chest. Ezra draped an arm around your waist. “Now can you identify those planets over there?” 

You gazed in the direction he was pointing. “I don’t think so. I’ve never seen those before.” 

“Those are the Twin Flames. Their gravitational pull keeps them spinning in an orbit all of their own. Almost like a lover’s embrace.” 

You smiled and kissed his blonde streak. “Those planets could be us.” 

“Birdie I think we’re already there,” He chuckled and pecked your lips. 

You giggled and gazed back into the vast expanse of space. “What about that?” You pointed to a particularly bright speck in the sky. 

“Oh that's the Seven Ice Giants. Said to have lost a war and as punishment was left to become planets.” 

You yawned and leaned your head on his shoulder. “That seems like a rather harsh punishment.” 

Ezra smiled kindly and kissed your forehead. “Just some long ago tales my gem,” He reassured you gently caressing your cheek. 

“Tell me another one,” You asked sleepily. 

“Well over there is the Blanket of Flowers. Legend states that the flowers are so abundant there that structures are often taken over by the verdant floods.” 

“That…sounds beautiful,” You yawned as your eyes began to droop. 

“It’s very different from The Green. Here the flora don’t want to suffocate you. They want to supply you with beauty and color. 

“Lo…vely,” You yawned as your eyes drifted shut, sending you into a much needed rest. 

“And that’s how the Blanket of Flowers’ sky is pink,” Ezra finished his story as he stared out into the darkness of space. “What did you think…gem?” He asked, looking down at you. A smile graced his lips as he saw you fast asleep on his shoulder. 

Gently he planted a kiss on your head. “Rest my gem. We have our whole future ahead of us,” He softly promised as the spaceship softly propelled itself into the vastness of the universe. 

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[incalotlarts]

Keeva briefly had her connection with Lancelot disrupted during a battle, and in that time she could scarcely feel him, and couldn’t speak with him at all, and for a few moments she was fearful that he was just gone. It wasn’t permanent but she was angry and sad and fearful all the same.

[anxiousqueenmarmaroth]

We Shall Remain: Ch. 2

Chapter 2: Tomatoes for the Girl Next Door

“Sometimes I doubt if this thing could ever really work: humans and turians. My dad always taught me to outthink the doubts by making the pros spare heat syncs and the cons enemies on the field. But I’ve actually been there: outnumbered with an Atlas marching on us. Funniest thing, this gorgeous girl gives me this crazy grin, tosses a clip my way, and says, ‘This part is going to be hilarious.’ And then I remember that’s my girl. I can just toss her out there like a frag grenade and boom! paint the walls.” Garrus Vakarian, Citadel Couples ep. 516

 Victus was certainly chattier than the last Primarch. Then again, the last one barely exchanged words with him, usually passing dismissively by him to speak to his father. The good news gave a pep to his step, though it was tempered by the urgency gained by the hours it took to secure it.

  Shepard was lounging on the lone chair in the room, her legs swung over one arm and her stomach rolled in that adorable way it did when she forgot that there was someone else in the room. She looked almost happy with her damp hair pulled back in a lopsided bun, her eyes trained on her datapad, and her feet tapping together to a song no one else heard. But his visor revealed her eyes were red and irritated and her pulse was erratic-- all signs of distress in humans. Her face had that familiar, devastatingly stubborn quality to it as if she could overcome the disaster with her scorn alone.

  She jumped a little bit when he touched her knee, her foot priming back for a kick before recognizing the intruder. 

  “Busy day?” she asked.

  “You have no idea.” He rested his head against the side of hers, letting out a soft rumble when she set down her datapad to fully embrace him with her half-naked body, still cool and damp from a bath. Was there anything softer than human skin when it molded to the shape of his hand like high-quality clay? Anything that smelled better than the crown of her head freshly washed? He doubted it.

  “Is there something I need to know?” It was dangerous, stiff, bracing for a shot to the gut.

 The thing about Shepard was she wasn’t real, she was an appealing character manufactured for recruitment posters and inspirational vids-- carefully applied in the morning like her eyeshadow or her lipstick. Commander Shepard was kind, honest, charismatic, the kind of leader that inspired the best out of an entire galaxy even in the face of certain annihilation. A rifle carefully calibrated and honed, but ultimately just a neutral tool incapable of thought or emotion. It’s not as if Keeva wasn’t any of those things, but she was also distrustful and vindictive: a sniper fashioned of raw emotion and a trigger finger made of sheer will. She preferred the shadows, finding amusement in the performance the same as a conman and finding even greater amusement when people so convinced with the performance threw accusing fingers at those that called it for what it was.

  The whole drive he was thinking about how he would tell her, a way to display his accomplishment in a way that practiced the subtle art of the humble brag. Maybe even a way that managed to impress someone that was capable of doing anything with only the slightest pressure of her finger. But now that he was here his carefully crafted sentences slipped through his fingers like loose sand, like they always did. All he could do was hold out his emptied hands and stare disappointedly at the huge gap between his fingers.

  She took them, filling them once again with something less determined to slip away.

  “Primarch Victus offered me a commanding position in an intermilitary task force. Everything’s laid out: Spectre status, freedom to pick my own team, the Normandy, all of it.” It wasn’t as flashy as he originally planned, but it got the job done well enough.

  “That’s amazing, Garrus! When?” She pulled her lips tight and crinkled her eyes in too flawless a mimicry. Her voice perfectly hit the pitch of human delight and excitement. All calculated, of course. He knew the signs to watch for when she was genuinely happy, like the blood rushing to her face with such force the blush popped through her warm, light brown skin and she couldn’t stop smiling if she wanted to, and the way she squirmed away from his gaze to keep him from noticing it.

  In Keeva’s head, she was already screaming and putting her first through walls and coming to terms with accepting the Council position because she couldn’t stand the company of ghosts anymore. It’s not like anyone had the chance to sit her down and explain how one was to gracefully accept the inevitability of losing. She never thought he was stupid, but she did hope he had a large enough blind spot to keep him for a little longer.

  “I won’t bore you with the details, but Victus has wanted to secure relations with humans since Relay 314. And he seems convinced that I’m the guy for the job. So, Shepard, honey, love of my life,” he rubbed soothingly against her knuckles, “I have a position open.”

  “What position?” Her tongue became thick and dry with the mixture of relief and dread that coursed through her body.

  “I need someone I trust as second. But Victus already said you can take the commanding position as long as I’m second. Something about me being the only person that ‘can survive a disagreement with that crazy woman.’”

  “I... I don’t think I want to- shit,” she had to take a deep breath to cough out the bitter confession that got caught on the sarcastic organ in her throat, “I don’t have it in me to make those big decisions anymore. I’ve seen enough people die with my bullshit playing in their heads.”

  “I won’t make you.” He thought very hard about what he wanted to say, “You’re always going to have to question my decisions, you’ll always have to pull me away from work, you’ll always have to make tough judgment calls. We’re in this together, Shepard and Vakarian, and that’s what makes us so damn good.”

  “There’s no human representative to the Council.” The words he was saying gently led her into dangerously romantic territories. Turning down the position would be a very public vote of no confidence that the galaxy was too fragile to withstand. She almost didn’t care. 

  “Victus is pulling some strings. Anderson was always going to be tough to replace, and Udina made it that much harder. But he wouldn’t have brought it up if he didn’t think we were close.”

  It sounded so perfect, it truly did, “Aren’t you worried about your mom? Do you think the salarians won’t take good care of her if I’m, you know?”

  “Well, you know me, I can’t be happy unless I’m worried about something. But she’s being moved back here with the other patients, and the team of researchers, so there’s that at least.” He made a vague motion with his occupied hands at her inquisitive look. “Look, Shepard, if you’re not ready for this just say the word.”

  ‘Not ready?’ That didn’t sound right. She was never ‘not ready.’ Tired, maybe. Tired of treading water, but desperate to breathe. Unable to override the conditions that fought over whether she should swim or drown.

  She gazed out at the tall tree outside, snuggly embracing itself in the warm light cast from their room. In the reflection the room looked welcoming, encircling the mismatched couple in a warm halo. They looked happy together, fitting together like pieces from different puzzles: slipping effortlessly into each other’s edges and grooves in a confusing, heady new picture. Framed in its sill, their reflection looked like a turn of the 22nd century space romances her sisters were obsessed with. It certainly didn’t look like one of those cozy domestic romance books that made the rounds in her mothers’ day that fetishized discovering the goodness right outside your door, setting down roots, growing tomatoes in the little planter box on the balcony. Garrus didn’t belong in those stories, he was still impatient, still believed the red tape he bit through didn’t immediately close up behind him like some kind of horror vid, still had no use for tomatoes. Archangel and Garrus Vakarian were destined for heroism in equal measure, and the only thing she could really decide was whether or not she was strong enough to keep him as steady as he had kept her.

  Chaos spilled out of her in a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, “If it’s a cross-species task force you’ll need a second that knows how to juggle all that. Plus, I’m pretty good with public relations in general.”

  “Are you sure?” It was nervous, excited, uncertain of the enthusiasm to be thrown back into one of the least appreciated jobs in the galaxy.

  The thing in the window wasn’t so hideous in this light, with dewy eyes that sparkled and a goofy little smile she couldn’t hide even if she wanted to. She had to move her hands just to be sure her and the reflection were in fact the same. Is that what love did to a person? Was it capable of breathing something so full of life someone might actually confuse it for a person? If his name tumbled from a stranger’s lips next to her statue, would she pry her feet from their pedestal just to cradle the earth in which it fell?

  “Oh please, do you know how long it would take you to find someone half as good as me?” Keeva’s eyes turned their full force back on him, unwavering in their newfound resolve.

   “I’d say we’d have to clone you, but good restaurants here are so rare.” He was proud of himself for that one.

   “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Garrus.”

[proelio-procusi-a]

Keeva is known for always having some sort of book in her bag and most of her books are written in with notes in the margins, things she finds useful or interesting underlined ect.

In the Circle she was known for her promiscuity. She slept around to get what she wanted including food and drinks from outside the Circle, particularly wine and pastries 

Keeva while Ferelden born and breed speaks fluent Orlesian and prefers the fashion and culture there

[inca-oc]

Try Again

Keeva's world seems to be in a constant state of falling apart and it's become too much. Lan tries his best to get her through, unwilling to watch her become an echo of himself.

Apprehension had been as constant a companion to Keeva as her own eidolon when she’d initially made her way to the upper floors of the Avalon. An excruciatingly awkward encounter with Fiona had only put her further on edge after the unexpected appearance and battle with Móirín, and coupled with her witnessing Fiona’s brush with death, and adding even further to that with Keeva’s frantic effort to save Lancelot from a similar fate during that battle… It was so much. Too much. She could scarcely keep her thoughts from toppling over themselves in how dizzyingly overwhelmed she was. At the very least, she’d wanted to do something useful in her effort to escape her guilty conscience, and ensuring Tiarnán was actually okay seemed like the most reasonable option given everything that had just happened. So here she sat, begrudgingly holding a cup of tea she was too embarrassed to refuse while stuck in a place she hardly wanted to be in.

And then, as if fate found her circumstances to be funny and wanted to send her on one final push towards utter ruin, her eyes fixate on Tiarnán and Móirín’s joined hands, sending all of her thoughts crashing down around her as every façade she’d haphazardly thrown up shattered in a single instant. Her attention turns to their faces, seemingly unbothered, then their words, the final blow that cuts as sharp as a knife right through her soul.

It was love. It was always love.

This isn’t fucking fair.

She can feel herself wanting to crumble on the spot, further adding to the guilt that had made a fine home within her soul. Shouldn’t she be happy that Tiarnan can hold his beloved’s hand? That their love for one another is enough to overcome any discomfort they might face? Shouldn’t she be supportive, rather than filled with bitterness? Envy?

Had all of her love been devoured by hate?

Her world becomes a blur, her thoughts racing as everything around her seems to slow to a crawl. Nothing felt right, a cacophony of color and sound that meant nothing to her. She needed to get out. Get out, run as far away as she could.

I can’t do this anymore.

She’s only vaguely aware that she’s speaking, but she can’t hear anything over the sickening buzz of her own guilty thoughts, so intense it’s blinding. A tiny part of her hopes there was an apology thrown into whatever she said, that she didn’t accidentally break one of Tiarnán’s teacups, but the rest of her is too upset to care, and then more upset that she doesn’t care.

I’m sorry.

Every footstep is like a jolt of thunderous noise in her mind as she sprints away from Tiarnán’s room, but even that is not enough to drown out her thoughts.

I’m so sorry.

In one moment, Keeva had been sitting at Lancelot’s side, relatively fine considering the circumstances if not understandably anxious, and in the next she’s suddenly on her feet and shouting something he can scarcely understand in a near frantic state. By the time Lancelot realizes what’s going on she’s already gone, but the eidolon is quickly on his feet and out the door after her, leaving no time for even a scant apology.

She’d already made it a significant distance down the hall by this point, but he quickly gains on her. "Keeva?” Lan tries to get her attention, speaking first out loud, then through their mental link. ‘Keeva, talk to me.’

She speaks, not in response to his worried call, but rather with a quiet hiss of words he cannot quite hear and a sudden jerk of her hand, an action he instantly recognizes as her casting a spell. In the next moment he can feel their link go muted, her constant presence more distant in blatant evidence of what she had cast.

"Keeva!" he exclaims, quickening his pace to close what little distance remained between them. As he reaches for her arm, his gloved hand closes around nothing but empty air where Keeva stood not a second before, the distinct sound of a pop ringing in his ears. She’s gone, leaving him standing alone in the hallway.

With him now unfettered from her, she could theoretically be anywhere within Hadreon, and all at once he feels panic seize him. Lancelot was well aware of just how emotionally fragile she was right now. If she decided to do something stupid, he wouldn’t be able to protect her.

He needed to find her.

‘Keeva, please. Please,’ The eidolon mentally pleads, trying to choke back his anxiety long enough to keep from adding to her own overload of emotions. ‘Keeva. Keeva, where are you?’ His attempts to reach her through their link are met with a brief jolt of guilt, of sadness that is quickly stifled, and then silence. Despite the absence of words, her message was clear: leave me alone.

Lancelot slams the side of his fist into the wall, uttering every curse in every language he knew. He’d encouraged her to come here, and like everything else lately, of course something had to go catastrophically wrong.

“I’m so fucking stupid.”

It was going to do him little good to stand there and curse. After overcoming the worst of his initial panic and frustration, the next few minutes are spent frantically running through the Avalon as fast as his legs will allow, looking everywhere that Keeva could be on the ship. He figures that it would be most likely for her to stay where she was most familiar, so after checking the usual spots — the kitchen, the shrine, and then their house — he then spends the next hour looking all through the forest layer in the faintest hope that she might be somewhere within. If not, if not… In the least of things, he would possibly feel a pull from their link once the unfettering ends if he was close enough, or be killed outright if she were even farther than that, but in any case he would have confirmation of her whereabouts at that point.

Whether she would be willing to resummon him is a different story, however, and although she was nearly always willing to comply with his requests, she may not be so inclined if she’s feeling bad enough. The situation with Fiona comes to mind immediately; even when she was stabbed, she would not let him out and forced him to remain in her soul, unable to do anything. He couldn’t protect her if he was trapped in her mind. No, he had to find her before time was up. He had to help her.

It was a vow he had taken as an eidolon, but one he honored as her friend. To protect her, always. He would not fail her again.

Running through the plants and trees was proving to slow him down far too much for his liking, so he eventually makes the switch to flight. Time seems to fly alongside him all too quickly, however, and he can feel that panic returning, building upon itself more and more with every passing second. Any mental prodding he attempts is met with continued silence from Keeva, but he tries regardless. If nothing else, it lets her know that he’s thinking of her. At least, he hopes it’s what she takes from that.

Somehow, despite all the terror screaming inside him, there is a sudden thought that occurs to him amongst the noise; he recalls a faint memory of a trek they’d embarked on one day when she’d expressed interest in exploring the forest layer, and then Keeva’s quiet voice. She’d pointed out to him a specific group of flowers and vines, commenting that the arrangement of them, they’d reminded her so distinctly of the plants she’d had growing on her home in Tír na nÓg, and how much she missed those flowers sometimes. It had been a brief exchange, one he hadn’t given too much thought to at the time, but given how much she’d expressed feeling homesick lately… Perhaps she would be there. He hopes his hunch is right. It’s the only idea he has left.

Please be there, Keeva.

It doesn’t take much longer for him to arrive at that spot once he gets his bearings, retracing the journey to the best of his recollection. As he lands amidst the overgrown flowers, his eyes quickly scan his surroundings but to his dismay, she doesn’t appear to be there after all. Fuck.

Fuck.

Maybe she was still somewhere on the ship, but there was always the possibility that he was completely wrong about that too. What if he was wrong? Was she really somewhere else in Hadreon? Where could she be? What if she was in danger somewhere and he couldn’t do anything?

His thoughts suddenly come to a screeching halt as he happens to catch the subtlest trace of movement from the corner of his eye, and all at once his attention is caught on the last bit of hope he has. He turns fully to catch a better look and finally, finally he spots her; blended in amongst the foliage lay Keeva’s still form, her the slightest quivering of her wings the only observable movement. Laying there she looks as though she could be a flower herself.

In that moment, the sight of her was sweeter than any flower he’d ever seen.

The relief that washes over him in that instant is so intense he would cry if he had the capability to do so. It takes every ounce of willpower in his body to not scoop her up in a crushing hug right then and there, but startling her was not going to do her any favors. Instead, he slowly approaches, stops to move the plants, to make an open space in the plants, then lays on the ground facing her. An eye opens as he settles in place, sees him, then closes again as she curls even tighter into herself as if to make herself invisible within the blanket of flowers. He makes no attempt to speak, and neither does she.

There aren’t words he can say that would give her the comfort she deserves, so he waits.

Eventually their link is restored in full as the spell that unfettered him fades away, and although she was still shielding her thoughts and feelings from him, it isn’t much longer after that when she steals another glance as though checking if he were still there. He offers a blink, and the faintest trace of a smile.

“Are you ready to talk?” he asks, finally ending the stretch of silence between them.

The hesitation in her is obvious, but does not last long. “There’s nothing to talk about,” she counters flatly, what little expression he could see betraying how gloomy she still was despite her empty tone. “Why don’t you check on someone else? I’m fine.”

His eyes narrow the slightest bit, then close as he feigns a sigh. “Well, you see, I would,” he says, waving a hand almost dismissively, “except you’re the only person left for me to check on.”

“Don’t lie to me,” she mumbles, turning her back to him.

He frowns, dropping the carefree façade that was clearly more irritating to her than helpful right now. “Keeva,” he urges as he pushes himself upright, staring steadily at her tiny form, “you are the only person on this ship who needs me to check on them. That is a fact.”

“What about Iris?” she counters sharply, glancing at him from over her shoulder. “Or Alex, or–”

“What about you, Keeva?” He gazes at her with obvious concern. “When are you going to let someone care about you for a change? Your friends are worried about you. I’m worried about you.”

She grimaces, letting her head drop back down so he could no longer see her face. He waits in silence, and just when he’s about to speak, she finally replies, “I’m fine, Lan. I’m fine.”

“If you were actually fine,” he chides, “I wouldn’t have felt the need to search half the Avalon to find you.”

Her wings twitch, and in the next moment she’s turned back to face him, pushing herself up to sit upright. “You didn’t have to do that, Lan.”

“Well, you weren’t exactly telling me where you were! I was terrified for you, Keeva.” Lancelot runs his hand through his bangs, gripping at his head so tight some of the hair comes undone from his ponytail. He tries to keep his emotions tamped down, but frustration bubbles to the surface despite his best efforts. “What was I supposed to do? Sit on my ass and pray to every single pretender that you were safe? You teleported away! I count my fucking blessings that you were still on the ship instead of the middle of Hadreon somewhere!” He stops, noticing a strange look of fear that flashed across her face. “What?” he questions flatly, an uncomfortable knot forming in his chest. She doesn’t immediately respond, averting her eyes, and he presses with sudden urgency, “Keeva, please answer me.”

She falters, but complies with his request for an answer. “I…. I did. Leave the ship.”

His entire body tenses, and any self control he had slips as he shouts, “What? Keeva, you what?” He instantly regrets his loss of composure as she winces away from him. You fucking idiot, she’s not the one you’re angry at. Do better. “Keeva,” he tries again after a brief silence, voice dropping to a pained whisper. “Keeva, what if you’d gotten hurt? Would you have called me to you? Where did you even go?”

Her fingers dig into her arms so hard they meet her mannequin, her face scrunched up so much her eyes are slivers of green. She can’t bring herself to meet his gaze, her words coming so haltingly she has to stop, try to recompose herself, but even still her voice is frail as she forces herself to reply, “I-I went… I went to, um, Ellara. Near where we… we came here. Hadreon.”

“Keeva,” he starts, but she swiftly interrupts.

“I just… I just wanted to go. Home. I wanted to go home! But I… I couldn’t do it. I thought about it. A lot. Almost did, but I… I couldn’t. You kept… talking to me, and I felt more guilty about it, and I… I-I just… I came back to the ship. Here.”

Every word is like a vice that chokes him more and more. “Home?” he repeats, to which she nods. Her homesickness was even worse than he’d known, but to go that close to the loyalist sidhe, to potential danger that he knows she’s well aware of… “You– We can’t go back there, Keeva. You know we can’t.”

That seems to set something off within her, and all of a sudden the restrained emotions within her explode all at once. “And I can’t do this anymore, Lan!” she screams, burying her face in her knees. “Everything was better back home! Everything! I was helpful there! I was happy there!”

“They… Surely they must know you’re a rebel now, Keeva. They might kill you if you try,” he tries to explain, but the moment the words leave his mouth, he feels nothing but the still building frustration and distress from his summoner.

“Like what you already said you would do to me?” she snaps, lifting her head to stare pointedly into his eyes. “What does it matter if they kill me, Lancelot? I’m never going to be able to help anyone like I am now! Not since I’ve changed into this!” She gestures angrily to herself. “At least I’d still have a chance at being what I’m meant to be if I was reborn now! You said it yourself, it’d be better if I do it before it’s too late for me!”

A stab of guilt makes him feel suddenly sick. Why did he ever tell her that? What the fuck had he been thinking? "Keeva, not every word I say should hold weight, especially if you’re only going to take them and place them upon your shoulders like it’s your burden to carry,” he says, but Keeva appears unswayed by his words.

“If I can’t hold you to your word, how can I trust anything you say?” she shouts.

His gaze is firm, but his voice strained as he answers, “I know what you’re asking for, and I won’t do that, Keeva. I refuse.”

That flame that had been ignited within her wavers like a candle in the wind, and he can clearly see the conviction that had been fueling her fading fast with his refusal. “If… If I commanded you?” She suddenly cuts her hand through the air as one would with a sword, leaning forward with the movement. Her eyes are more frantic but steadily staring into his own with expectation. “You… Would you do it then? Lan?”

His sword hand tightens into a fist, and he makes a concerted effort to move it even further from the weapon on his hip. “No.”

She looks at him helplessly, shoulders slumping. “I… I want to go home, Lancelot. Please.”

His voice is sharp but pleading, consumed by a pain he can’t bear any longer, “Stop it, Keeva! I can’t lose you too!” He suddenly reaches for her hand, gripping it so tightly he’s trembling from the effort. “I can’t. I can’t do it, Keeva! I was a fucking fool to even suggest I could before, but I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

Finally, this seems to be enough to break through her adamant desire as she can’t bring herself to demand more from him, instead staring with wide, scared eyes. Realization at how far she’d pushed Lancelot.

"You're doing the exact things you discouraged me from doing, Keeva,” he continues, earning a pained wince from the summer sidhe as her head drops to stare at the ground. “It isn't right! It wasn’t right when I would do it, and it’s not any more correct when you do it! Would you not be worried for me if I were doing exactly what you are currently? I know you would be, because you have been!” He pauses for a single moment, but does not wait for her to respond. “I care about you, Keeva, and I’m not going to help you make the exact same mistakes I’ve made. You're never going to move forward if you continue following the footsteps left behind me."

What little fire that had remained within the summer sidhe dies completely, and within the broken pieces that made up Keeva in this moment, he could see slivers of himself staring back at him. The isolation, pushing anyone away no matter how much they wish to help because he’s not worth the effort anyway. The spiraling self-loathing. The disregard of his own well-being for the slightest taste of helping someone, of redemption. All of it a reflection of what his influence had imprinted on her.

His hands had once been gentle, many lifetimes ago. Perhaps he had fooled himself into believing they might still be yet, but a hand wielding a sword was always bound to cause harm. He had sworn to protect Keeva and instead he had pushed her blindly into the very danger he meant to save her from.

His eyes soften with shame, and for a brief instant, he finds himself unable to meet her gaze. “This is all my fault.”

Immediately she’s put on the defensive, unwilling to relinquish her burden of guilt to him. “No, no you… You didn’t do anything wrong, Lan, it’s my own fault–”

“No, Keeva,” he interrupts, frustration of his own clear in his tone. Keeva quickly goes silent, and Lan continues, “This is my fault. I put that idea in your mind when you never once would have considered it before, all because I–” His voice falters, his eyes betraying just how pained he is as he continues, “I was… afraid. Afraid of losing you in the same way I lost another I cared about. It was wrong. I was wrong, and all it did was make the very thing I feared all the more likely.”

“But… But I–”

His voice softens as he gently takes her hand in his own, eyes filled with a sincerity he reserved for save few in this life, or any life he’d ever lived. “I’m sorry, Keeva. I’m so sorry.”

Her shoulders stiffen, eyes flitting from side to side as though looking for something. An excuse, an argument, anything to dispute him, but there was nothing to be found. She opens her mouth as if to speak, but stops herself, and for a moment Lancelot is certain she might retreat completely in the absence of a defense. To his surprise, however, the uncertainty gives way to the most pained look he’s ever seen in Keeva’s eyes before she throws her arms around him in an agonized wail. Her form is unstable under his hands, somewhere between wispy and melting, almost as though her entire soul had become tears that barely held themselves together under the weight of her sadness. He would wait as she crumbled to pieces, ready to help her put them back together again no matter how long it may take.

It takes a long time before she begins to come down from the height of her anguish, but eventually she falls silent, face buried in his shirt as her form slowly stabilizes into something slightly more solid. He gives her a slight squeeze as she puts her hand over his, weakly returning the gesture.

“I know I cannot take it back as much as I wish I could,” he says quietly, “but I will do all I can to do better by you in the future. I promise.”

“You’ve been better.” Although her voice is faint, there’s a certainty in her words. “Already. You have been, Lan.”

His embrace tightens around her, face buried in her hair. “Then if someone like me can do better, believe me when I say that you can too.”

He feels her wings twitch against his arms, and she whispers, “What if I can’t?”

“Then I take your hand, help you to your feet, and we try again. Just as you’ve done for me. Just as you do for your friends.”

There’s a brief shudder of uncertainty he feels from her, but despite this, he also feels her nod.

“Try again,” she repeats softly. “I’ll… I’ll try.”

[rabbithaver]

MY FRIEND MARCUS COMMISSIONED ART OF MY WEREWOLF OC FOR MY BIRTHDAY AND ITS FINALLY DONE AND IM LITERALLY IN TEARS LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!

this amazing art is by the exceptional @ziorre! her style is absolutely breathtaking, i can't imagine anyone better to bring Keeva to life!!! THANK YOU <3

this character's name name is Keeva MacKailean, and she wields a massive fucking axe called Cu Faoil. her backstory is kind of complicated and a bit hard to explain, but i'll do my best.

she was born into an ancient line of werewolves that are bound to hunt down and eradicate monsters that pose a threat to humanity. she was forced to leave Ireland after a group of werewolf hunters attacked her family's community, leaving her the only surviving member of the MacKailean family tree. she came to America in secret and spent two or three years wandering aimlessly, living on the streets, hunting any maneating beasts she comes across, and doing sex work on the side to make a meager income.

she eventually settles in Denver, prowling the outskirts of the city and doing what she can to protect the people around her, unbeknownst to the humans she's trying to keep safe. one night a hunt with bloodthirsty monster goes wrong. as she's fighting for her life in the middle of the street, both her and her opponent are struck by a rogue vehicle. the owner of the car steps out to try and see what his driver hit... just in time for the beast to turn on him. Keeva, wounded, realizes that this human is about to get murked, and takes advantage of the monster's distraction to deal a killing blow mere milliseconds before it gets to him.

with a severe injury that needs medical treatment but unable to go to the hospital, Keeva leaps into the back seat of this human's SUV. she learns that this man isn't just anyone, but Robert Brownson, the insanely wealthy CEO of the technology mega-corporation Rengrade Industries. not that she cares. she demands he take her someplace safe, vehemently refusing a hospital, and with no other choice, Rob takes her back to his penthouse.

as she recovers, she cements herself as a fixture in Rob's life, opening his eyes to a secret world of werewolves, vampires, and more. though she terrifies him at first, Rob starts to find that he's developing a fondness for her, a feeling that only grows in intensity as he learns that within this strong, fiercely independent werewolf is a deeply traumatized, vulnerable young woman who lives with unbelievable amounts of self-loathing.

it isn't long until Rob realizes that there's more to his feelings for her than just friendship...

[thecreaturecrossroads]

(Still alive. Have some cute doodles. Will post a few more tomorrow.

Aisling, Yra, and Val)

[wrdn-tabris]

tlking yj!au with my friend with our ocs and id like to announce i now have a deeper understanding on nicos powers and also he has a mean streak a mile long and gets angry at the drop of a hat

also yj!au dinah is his like adoptive mom and im actually quite attached to the relationship they have

[supernaturalgirl20]

Bookshop by the coast

Part four

Pairings: Ezra x reader

Warnings: smidge of jealousy, smut 18+, fluff, mentions of sickness

Summary: your relationship with Ezra grows stronger as the months pass. Could an unexpected guest stir things up?

{Comments and reblogs really appreciated}

Your relationship with Ezra progressed quickly after that night of passion and you couldn’t be happier. Isaac was speaking again after years of silence and he didn’t seem to mind you and Ezra dating. You’d enrolled Isaac into the local school and he has made a few friends, it had made working at the bookshop a little easier.

You were starting later today having an appointment at the local medical centre. You stop off and grab a coffee and slice of cake for Ezra on your way, but when your enter the shop you stop in your tracks at the sight of him laughing and joking with a beautiful girl you’ve never seen before. They haven’t noticed you yet and you observe them quietly. Ezra seems very fond of her and is deep in conversation and you feel your gut twisting. He wouldn’t flirt with another women when you we’re together, would he?!

“Ah there’s my moonlight, come, there is someone I wish for you to meet.” He wraps his arm around your waist and the girl smiles brightly at you.

“My moonlight, this is Cee, she is my adopted daughter, she is also the one who cut my arm off saving my life. Cee this is Y/N, my… my…” You feel sorry for him being rendered speechless, so you jump in to save him, “what our poet is trying to say is I’m his girlfriend, partner whatever you want to call it. It’s lovely to meet you.”

“The pleasures all mine, I’ve heard so much about you and Isaac, you’ve truly captured this old fools heart.”

“I peg to differ young lady, I am in my prime.”

“Whatever you say Ezra.”

A customer arrives at the counter and you let Ezra spend some time with Cee so you attend to them. He watches you go all the while Cee is watching him. A smile spreads over her face at the sight before her.

“You don’t mind me staying for a few days then? I won’t be intruding will I?”

“Little bird you are always welcome here.”

“Will Y/N mind though, I don’t want to overstep.”

“Why would she have any qualms?”

“Well I wouldn’t be to happy if a girl I’ve never met decides she wants to stay at my house for a few days.”

“Why would you stay at Y/N’s?”

Cee looks at him with an incredulous look, “good Lord Ezra are you not living together? Why not? Whenever I call she is either over at yours or your in hers, it makes more sense to just live in the one place.”

“I…I fear she will say no.”

“For Keeva sake just do it.”

You’d invited Ezra and Cee for dinner tonight, opting to sit out on the patio as the nights were growing warmer. Isaac had taken to her very quickly and he was currently showing her the tree himself and Ezra planted. Stirring the pot you feel him press against your back, arm circling your waist.

“Moonlight you truly are a gift sent from Keeva herself, this food smells delightful.”

“You are too much sometimes Ezra, but I love you for it.” You twist in his arms and reach up to kiss him.

“Eww get a room you two.”

Isaac laughs at Cees and her face scrunched in disgust. You both just laugh and make your way outside. Dinner is amazing and you picture your life spent like this with the people you love and a smile adorns your face. Suddenly you start to feel a little light headed and the nausea starts, standing slowly you take your leave and walk to the bathroom. You just make it as you empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. There’s a knock at the door before Ezra makes his way inside.

“Moonlight are you ok? What ails you? Is there anything I can assist with?”

“I’m fine just a little sick that’s all.”

“I’m a complete imbecile! You had an appointment earlier today, why did the doctor say?” You bite your lip nervously and you feel nauseous again. Ezra kneels down in front of you and guides your face to look at him.

“Whatever it is, we will face it together.”

“Ezra I…I…I’m pregnant.”

His face pales slightly and he just stares at you, and your worried he won’t want this. Sure he’s great with Isaac but to have a baby is another thing entirely. When he still says nothing you begin to sob and this breaks him from his trance.

“Moonlight I am elated at the prospect of becoming a father, well again. I apologise for my lack of reaction you blindsided me, I was not expecting it.”

“So your happy then, because if you don’t want this that fine but I’m keeping our baby.”

“I may be a man of dubious morals, but I am truly delighted at the news. How far along are you?”

“I’m eight weeks I have a scan when I reach twelve.”

The smile he has on his face is like none you’ve seen before, his hand moves to rest over your flat stomach.

“Hello little gem, this is your father and I just want you to know I love you very much.” He looks up at you and leans in to kiss you. “If it is agreeable to you and Isaac, I would very much like if you lived with me.”

“I don’t think that would work, there..”

“Forgive me moonlight, I moved to fast I…”

“Ezra will you shut up! I would love to live with you and I know Isaac would be delighted too. What I wanted to say before you rudely interrupted was that, maybe you should live here with us. There is more room here and with the baby now we need all the space we can get.”

“Moonlight you have brought joy to this old souls heart, I will gladly live here with you.”

“Cee is also welcome, she is family after all.”

He stands and pull you up with him, crashing his lips to yours. “You are truly incredible.”

You’d both albeit reluctantly on Ezra’s part, decided to wait until you’d had your scan to tell Isaac or Cee. You’d invited her home for the term break and Ezra had planned a camping trip for the whole family. There was a little spot close to the beach and you’d made a camp fire and as everyone was sitting round roasting marshmallows Ezra couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Myself and Y/N have something we wish to discuss.”

“Oh this is serious when your using her actual name. Your not dying are you?”

“Are you sick Ezra, please don’t die.”

“Little Prince fear not, I shall live long enough to be a burden. No it is stupendous news actually.” He looks to you and takes your hand in his, “we are anticipating the arrival of a new family member in about six months.”

“Shut up! Are you serious? Please tell me your serious?”

“I would not joke about such things little bird.” Resting his hand over your small bump, “our little gem is baking away.”

You turn smiling towards Isaac to see his lost little face staring at Ezra, you nudge him in the side to get his attention.

“Are you ok little Prince?”

“I…I don’t know what you mean? Is mommy sick?”

“No, she is not sick, you my little man are about to become a big brother.”

“Your going to have a baby?”

“I am, are you happy?”

“Yeah I can have someone to play with, oh I hope it’s a little sister and I can protect her. I’ll be like a superhero from those books you gave me daddy.”

You feel him stiffen beside you, Isaac has never called him that before. Looking up to see his reaction you see tears roll down his cheeks.

“Exactly my little Prince, you will be the best big brother.”

Later you head into your tent after tugging Isaac into his and Cees tent. You have been extremely tired lately, pregnancy hormones. Ezra and Cee stayed out by the fire a little longer.

“When are you going to man up and ask her to marry you?”

“What?!”

“You heard me just fine. The two of you are so in love with each other, you live together and you have a baby on the way,so why not?”

He looks toward your tent and smiles, “I may have already per-cured a ring.”

Part 5

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Day Two - Worship - Ezra

Word Count - 603 (Just a drabble)

“Little flower, you are my entire universe and more,” Ezra said as he caressed your sides. He mouthed down your chest, only pulling his head up enough to speak. “There is no greater treasure in this world than to be able to feel your skin against mine.”

“Ezra-“ you tangled your hands into his hair.

“Every moment I get to breathe you in is the greatest moment of my life.” He ignored your begging as he pressed gentle kisses over your breasts. One of his hands rubs at your stomach. “You are my sole reason for living.”

Ezra sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. You arched your chest closer to him as you whimpered. The hand that wasn’t on your stomach looped around your back to keep you arched. He popped off of you with a loud wet smack of his lips before sucking on the other one. Your hands pulled aggressively at his hand, not that he minded.

He was rubbing his boxer clad cock against your thigh, craving stimulation but wanting to drag this out for as long as he could. 

“Please,” you tried to bed him to go faster. But he didn’t. He began to suck hickies across your chest, slowly down your sternum. 

Ezra nuzzled happily Into your stomach. He laid on top of you content, happy if the night ended just like this. You bucked your hips up with impatience. 

“My light,” he said with a kiss. “My love,” he said with another one lower than the other. “Everything good.” He was over your mound now. 

His breath fanned against you making you shiver. You tried to pull his face toward your core but he didn’t move. Instead, he turned his head to the side and began to lay kisses to your thigh. His hands moved down with him. One holding your hips to the bed while the other left feather light touched on your neglected thigh. 

“Ezra!” You sobbed out. Tears of frustration beginning to gather in your eyes. 

His eyes met your own as his mouth left your thigh. He crawled up your body before laying all his weight on top of you. Ezra pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, instantly calming you.

“Just a little bit longer, flower,” he promised you. “I just want to worship you the way you deserve.”

“I don’t deserve that-“ you tried.

“You deserve everything in the universe and more,” he gave you a stern look. “And Keeva knows, my dear, that I will spend the rest of my moments in this mortal body proving it to you.”

You lowered your hands from his hand to his cheeks. His stubble scratched against your palms with so much familiarity. There was never a moment where you didn’t think about the prickly hairs against you. You pulled him down for a kiss so soft that it was just barely a press of lips.

“Okay,” you said and he smiled before giving you a similar kiss. He crawled back down your body and resumed his previous position. This time, he kissed your other thigh. Leaving no spot left untouched. He kissed every mole, scar, and scratch mark with the same love he kissed your lips. 

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教師ポイントの変更についてのお知らせ（1月15日、18日）

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1月15日・18日より、教師ポイントの設定を下記のように変更させていただきます。

＜レッスン予約時教師ポイントの変更＞

時期：既存教師　1月18日（火）、新人教師　1月15日 人数：305名＋新人教師11名

＜ご注意事項＞ ・ポイント設定は、生徒様からのレビューに加え、教師のスキル、勤務状況等より総合的に判断致します。

■110→120 Rocky

■100→110 Ambide

■90→100 Cassidy

■80→90 Cedric Chill Chu Cumin Fahima Fayre Fuge Gucci Jerika Jhordan June Kelsey Margotte Myrna Rita Shelby Skin Slovene Tessa Vheena

■75→80 Abby Ady Artiaga Channing Dana Darny Emery Freesia Frenz Hans Heidi Japhet Kimmy Leica Maeka Preen Push Raelynn Rudy

■70→80 Aricar Behati Diecybel Munch Winter

■60→70 Anson Bromine Clemence Dave Delta Deniza Emmy Filin Fornisa Fuentes Judge Lindesa Maldiv Missandei Omari Paprika Pavia Peura Riley Selenis Shaina Smitten Spirit Synne Yeddah Zinette

■50→60 Akio Alesna Alivo Anmarie Arnette Balinger Borah Carlisle Chai Ciel Drip Fe Finley Flormae Gracemae Jennelyn Joya Joymil Kavinsky Keala Liza Lormil Lovemae Mage Maineh Mayward Nythani Podrick Quinoa Ramona Ryson Sandrine Selene Senab Soleil Sorela Tory Tousidad Valkyrie Vortex Warren Wattson Yuda Zabini Zinnia Zosia Zuhie

■40→50 Mosora Wealand Ramjean Robert Huxley Borj Deon Rimsky Allburg Hermi ■新人教師40→50（1月15日） Abigail Baelish Dorothy Feather Freego Gabriela Mesmera Montage Orion Orlean Zhavia

□50→40 Brock Disney Godelyn Kate Lang Leahcim Pharsa Romer Rushel Selvig

□60→50 Blanca Cardi Carmelita Charyl Dawn Fiddle Fonzie Garmin Hasan Hennesey Jancy Karma Kenaf Kygo Lady Londrina Merci Nacho Parvani Peggy Pema Roseth Sameri Thea Triah Twila Yigal Yobany Zevlin

□70→60 Solovey

□75→60 Alchemy Aphrodite Armstrong Arrmae Arycris Beluchi Blast Delray Diamay Elaine Elise Everest Frente Jadis Jaymarc Kerlet Kimverlyn Malta Micah Musa Nebraska Odessa Onnah Pam Razoul Romoff Sundae Valentine Whistle Yoselyn

□80→70 Apechi Bastille Che Cresol Daysha Haddish Hermalyn Ilbe Jasbella Kanda Keeva Kofie Lavier Pammie Pecan Sherlock Shikainah Tallin Wennie

□100→90 Andra Bob Issa Kian Sharpay Shefra

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Day 15: Just Walk Away- Ezra (Prospect)

Day 15: Just Walk Away - Ezra (Prospect) 

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x OC 

I was intimidated as heck to write for Ezra. This is my first time writing for him and I hope I did it justice. :) 

As always requests are still open. Thank you for reading! 

November Writing Challenge Masterlist 

Day 14: The Test Results- Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia 

Life is made up of moments little and big, each one blurring together to make one complete novel. When you die, your life flashes before your eyes like the pages of a beloved book. Each moment playing one after another until the lights fade and the book closes, getting lost amongst the shelves. 

Ezra stood in one of those moments. His left hand poised before the door.  He was unsure what awaited him on the other side. He longed for the moment when his eyes would peer amongst the evergreen splendor of her eyes, more beautiful than any moon; His heart hammered in his chest threatening to burst forth from its cavern. He had no worldly possessions to his name except the clothing on his back. He lowers his hand and turns. It would be easier for her if he were to turn and just walk away. But, he couldn’t. 

“Ezra?” He closed his eyes and lowered his chin to his chest. Her voice was a siren's call and if she so desired, he would happily drown in her waters. “Is that you?” He opens his eyes and watches her take a few hesitant steps toward him. “Keeva…” She whispers, gazing upon his missing right appendage. “What happened to you?” 

The man who never runs out of words is rendered speechless. His eyes transfixed on her. She is more beautiful than he recalls. Her brown curls bounce lightly as she walks, framing bronzed skin kissed by the sun. Emerald eyes that shone brighter than any gem, and a smile that rivaled the sunshine. 

When she is close enough to unlock the door he inhales her familiar scent of lavender, one that had haunted his pillow for months after she had left. “Come inside.” She gestures him forward and he takes into her humble abode. 

The compact space is perfect for her small stature, filled with warm earthy tones. A few gems of various shapes and sizes line the mantle and a framed painting hangs on the wall. A depiction of a prospector working on the surface of a Delta Moon, the sun setting against a kaleidoscope of colors. 

“Please sit,” she gestures toward the couch. “Tea?” He can only nod before settling himself upon the worn, cracked leather. 

He hears her shuffling around the small kitchenette and takes a moment to imagine this is his life. Carving out a small existence with the woman he spent years only dreaming of When she returns, he is ripped from his fantasy and shakily reaches for her hand, engulfing it within his own. She says nothing but does not pull away, taking the seat closest to him. He stares at her enamoured by her beauty.  

“I…” he shudders, taking a deep breath. “I have been without the use of my right arm for several months now. I befriended a young birdie who was my downfall and also my savior. I’d been stranded on the Green. For...for a long while. I believed I would breathe my last breath there.” His thumb rubs lightly onto her hand, and she places her other atop it. 

“But you're here,” she whispers. “...Why are you here Ezra?” 

“As I stood before the gates of hell and awaited my fate, I saw my life flash before me like the pages of a book. I saw the atrocities I had committed, the acquaintances I had met along the way, but of all the images the only one I remembered when I awoke was that of you…” his lips tremble. 

“The day I first gazed upon your radiance, when our lips waltzed beneath the sunset, the night I first worshipped at the temple of your body, and when you shattered what was left of the fragments of my heart….” his eyes are glassy and he struggles with the question he has been left to ponder for many years. 

“Why did you leave me? Why did you just walk away?” Her eyes fill with unshed tears, and she lets out a quiet whimper. 

 “I didn’t want to leave you…” Her voice trembles on the last word and the tears freely flow down her cheeks, “I loved- no love you, Ezra. I asked you- no I begged you to come with me but you weren’t ready yet…” She takes a deep breath to calm her racing thoughts. 

“But, my choice had been made for me...I had to leave... it was no longer safe.” 

“I would have protected you!” His voice shakes, moving to stand and pacing before the window. “I would have killed anyone that dared to even look at you.” 

She quickly moves to stand before him, placing her hands on his cheeks, “I know!... I know that, but it wasn’t about me anymore...” 

“My sweet songbird, what do you mean?” She opens her mouth when a knock shatters the stillness of the moment. 

“Keeva…” she whispers. “Hold on one minute okay? Please don’t leave…” 

She steps toward the door. He has to resist the urge to pull her back to him, his skin already missing the warmth of her touch. 

Speaking softly to someone on the other side of the door she takes a small knapsack and slides the door closed. Kneeling to the ground before a small child. Ezra moves; possessed, eyes transfixed on the tiny human. When the boy looks up at him, his lungs constrict and he feels himself getting lightheaded. 

Standing before him is a boy no older than four, with evergreen forest eyes, black hair, a small patch of blonde in the front, a perfect combination of his songbird and...him. 

“Jasper,” her hushed voice says, “this is your daddy.” 

Ezra looks between the child and his songbird before he collapses to the floor, sobs overtaking his body. Her arms are around him in a second and she is pushing him to his knees and holding him tight to her chest. Small hands find their way around his waist and he pulls the child close with his left arm, placing his lips on his head. 

“Daddy, why are you sad?” his tiny voice trembles. 

Ezra straightens up looking his son in the eyes before gazing at his songbird, “I’m not despondent my son, these are tears of joy.” His watery smile lifts slowly and he pulls them tighter to him, lowering his head to feel the warmth of her lips against his own. 

The boulder in his chest finally rolls off, and he can breath again. He pulls back, resting his forehead against hers before gazing upon his son. “I’m home. Finally home.”

Day 16: Just Another Day - Din Djarin