#MY MATE WHO LOVES ME BUT NEEDS SMOOCHES BEFORE HE ADMITS IT

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Angel slurs his name like "Daveed" or "Daebead" when they're fully and wholly sober

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let’s go let’s go let’s gooooo!! arranged marriage trope?? prince neteyam?? sign me the fuck up asdfghjkl

Gone were the humpbacked sea surfaces, replaced by the boundless freedom of the open sky. The white foam, once adorning the ocean's crown, now transformed into fluffy clouds, resembling intricately woven blankets. It was as if the heavens themselves provided a soft embrace, offering comfort and warmth.

writing writing writing writing >>>

…he missed his youth, even from a time when his family sought shelter. He missed being careless, learning new things, having fun…

neteyam bby 🤧 all he ever wanted was to be the child he was supposed to be, but he had too many responsibilities :((

"Mawey, brother."

im sorry, but i really need neteyam to tell me to calm down in na’vi. his voice??? 🥵

Apprehensive of his brother's reaction, Lo'ak didn't know how to say it, "Uh, I kinda… please don't be mad at me."

sometimes i really consider whether lo’ak is my favourite, just bc of things like this lmao. he’s so pure and innocent yet at the same time literally the spawn of the devil & all i wanna do is wrap him up in a blanket and give him the biggest smooch

Yes, she was a stranger to him whom he had never seen once, but she was soon to become the closest and most important person in his life after all.

gentleman neteyam ughhghghh gimme gimme gimme

"My daughter, you have been chosen by the Omatikaya to become their Olo'eyktan's mate," your mother had said, beaming with pride.

honestly if i never knew anything about him & had no idea what he was like, i’d run away too… but then i’d come running straight back when i see its neteyam ugh lets be honest THAT MAN <33

"But what about my own happiness?" your voice had been barely above a whisper.

And now you stood here, in front of the Tsahik of the Omatikaya — who was so different from the one in your clan — and were forced to undress and be inspected by her…

i cant imagine being in that situation :((

Her name was Kiri, and amidst the chaos of the day, she appeared to be the most grounded and relatable person you had encountered; she was clearly the most normal person in this whole clan, that was for sure.

man i love kiri so fucking much. i can definitely imagine her being the only one the reader can go to when she feels trapped like this. best sister tbh

Before anyone could respond, a stunning woman entered the tent with grace and elegance, capturing the attention of all present.

hell yeah she’s so fucking beautiful!!! wanna be her so bad

 You chuckled to yourself, even though you refused to admit it openly, it was a remarkably beautiful name. At least you had to give him that, you would have a mate with a pretty name.

pretty name for a pretty boy huh

"Or y/n'ite…You know what, kind of eww because he's my brother but it's good that you already think about your children's names," Kiri said smiling smugly.

“No, I mean it, repeat that in front of my grandmother and she will be head over heels for you.” You highly doubted that.

i love this dynamic between the two of them & i love kiri in general. have i mentioned that before?? like the way you write makes her ten times better than she already is istg. you’re just too talented lana

"Is he dull? Not very smart? Mentally slow? I can work on those."

lmao her confidence is unmatched 😭

"I mostly like him, more than Lo'ak at least," the younger girl began venting in a nonchalant tone, "but today I'm so angry at him, he really—"

tuk just being brutally honest lmao gotta love her. she’s too innocent :(( but also?? neteyam?? what you up to??

Tuk smiled at you and said, "Did anyone ever tell you how pretty you are? You're going to have wonderful children, I know it." And just like that, she left.

TUK?? BABY TUK UR SO ADORABLE I LOVE UUU

"Nature is calling."

"Oh," his eyes grew wide within a second, "Oh, uh," he stammered, "Yes, um, sure, you can– you can just go over, uh, there," he cleared his throat several times and pointed in two different directions with his hands, a light blush visible on his cheeks, "D-do you know the way? You do, don't you? Should I…?"

oh my god, men lmao 🙄 always works

Lost in your thoughts, and trying different ways, you remained oblivious to the presence behind you, until a man cleared his throat and approached you.

"Um, are you in need of assistance of some kind?" he asked, his voice gentle and filled with genuine concern.

i already know that’s my baby, always the gentleman.

"If you must know, I'm trying to find out the best way to climb over these rocks."

"Climb... whatever for?" he questioned, genuinely intrigued by your confession.

IS THIS QUEEN CHARLOTTE??? THE REFERENCE??? IMPECCABLE LANA

"I'm a woman in need of help. And you refuse?" you confronted him, your voice tinged with disbelief.

"I refuse when that woman in need of help is trying to go over the rocks so that she does not have to be my mate," he stated, his words hanging in the air, revealing a truth that caught you off guard.

AHAHAHAA LANA THIS IS SO PERFECT! THE CROSSOVER?? IM GETTING BUTTERFLIES  I WANT THIS

"Not your Olo'eyktan," he corrected you in a soft-spoken manner, withdrawing his hand. "Neteyam."

"I mean, yes, your Olo'eyktan, but to you, just Neteyam," he clarified jokingly, the sound of his beautiful laugh after made you speechless.

ughghghhgh 😫 he’s the definition of gentleman… TO YOU, JUST NETEYAM??? i’m on the floor rn

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, contemplating his words. Finally, he spoke, his voice filled with a sincere and gentle admiration. "You are incomparable."

"No one told me you'd be this beautiful. You may be too beautiful to be my mate…”

INCOMPARABLE?? IM DYING LANA THIS IS SO SWEET AND AMAZING AND EVERYTHING IVE EVER WANTED ASDFGHJKL

"But I cannot show it and climb over rocks and fly away with my ikran because I am Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya, and that would cause a scandal. But I promise you, I am neither a demon nor a beast," he reassured, his eyes ever so dreamily locked with yours. "Just Neteyam."

crying 😭🤧

lana this was so unbelievably amazing, like it’s 10000% a favourite fic of mine now, u have no idea. you’re writing is always so beautiful and has feeling like im actually there in the moment. and the way you write neteyam?? PRINCE NETEYAM?? had me writhing even when this was just pure fluff istg.

anyways, gonna be coming back to this wonderful fic constantly, just a forewarning bby <33

JUST NETEYAM | neteyam x reader

pairing: olo'eyktan!neteyam x f!reader

summary: despite being from a different clan and expected to marry the leader of the omatikaya without knowing him, you agree to it for the sake of your family, but doubts start haunting you the moment you set foot in the clan, causing you to plan your escape on the day of your mating ceremony.

word count: 8k

warnings: arranged marriage trope, fluffffff, love-at-first-sight kinda thing, a bit of angst in the beginning, traditions, non-sexual nudity, prejudiced reader, royal neteyam, he is just such a prince it’s unreal!!

note: all characters are aged up by five years. the title eyktan/eykte (leader) being unofficially reserved for the olo'eyktan (clan leader)’s mate made sense to me since both are supposed to rule together. please correct me if i’m wrong. see end notes for more.

* gif‘s not mine.

You will learn to love her. He remembered his mother’s voice, and he recalled the vast expanse of the sky, where billowing clouds danced gracefully and the wind embraced him with gentle caresses. The sky, like an endless canvas, painted in hues of blue, purple, and gold, held a beauty that stirred his soul. 

Instead of roaring waves crashing against the cliffs, he witnessed the majestic flight of ikrans, soaring high above the jagged peaks. Their wings, strong and mighty, carried him through the heavens, as if he were a part of their elegant dance. Gone were the humpbacked sea surfaces, replaced by the boundless freedom of the open sky. The white foam, once adorning the ocean’s crown, now transformed into fluffy clouds, resembling intricately woven blankets. It was as if the heavens themselves provided a soft embrace, offering comfort and warmth.

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The Swan and her Handler

Emma Swan was cursed, and the only way to break it is with True Love's Kiss. Try breaking a curse with True Love's Kiss when you're a damn swan.

Yes, it's true, I've written a CS AU based on Walnut the Crane, a crane who fell in love with her handler. I'm ashamed at how idiotic this is. It’s by far the dumbest thing I've ever written in all my life. It’s nothing more than crack written in about an hour, un-betaed and barely edited. Sorry, and you’re welcome.

Rated T for language

~2000 words

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These damn idiots can’t get anything right. It was bad enough when Emma showed up on their doorstep with perfectly clear care instructions that were completely ignored, but now they keep trying to get her to reproduce as if she’s some kind of zoo animal. 

  Of course, given her current living situation, it does make at least a tiny bit of sense. 

  Ever since the curse, Emma has been stuck in a wildlife refuge and has been unable to get any of her stupid caretakers to figure out how to help her. She knows exactly what she needs, but unfortunately, no one here speaks swan and she can’t exactly hold a pen. Her care instructions were translated upon her transformation, so the one thing that could have helped her now looks like chicken-- er, swan scratch. 

  “She needs a mate,” one of the jack asses points out. “She’ll probably want to mate for life.”

  True, she thinks, although, not with any of the stinky fluff balls you have sent my way.  

  First it was Neal. He tried to mate with her, so she killed him. Last week, they put Walsh in her enclosure, and she pecked at him violently until they took pity on him and sent him to the medical unit. 

  Although today seems different, because her newest caretaker has shown up, and she realizes that he just might be exactly what she’s been looking for. 

Emma Swan, unfortunately very appropriately named, requires a mate who can break her curse, True Loves Kiss the only thing that can bring her back to her truest form as a human adult woman. And when the new dark haired, stunning eyed veterinarian comes strutting into her enclosure, she hurries towards him to get a closer look at his name tag. 

  He jumps away, making some comment about her being fiery , and she blushes, squawking at him as she tries to get closer. Killian , it reads, and if she had lips and not a bill, she would smile. 

  “We think she’s depressed,” the stupid one with the big eyes says. “She’s killed every mate we’ve tried to pair her with.��� 

  Good, she thinks. I must have done more damage on Walsh than I initially thought.  

  “You’re just misunderstood, aren’t you, love?” the angel-man asks, making her squawk in agreement. She thinks she could make this quick, this man obviously understanding her horrible twist of fate, so she lunges for him once more, trying hard to kiss his hand and hoping beyond hope that it will transform her back into the woman she's supposed to be. No more feathers, she prays. 

  He exclaims again, jumping and complaining of his hand hurting as she pecks him, so she rolls her eyes and squawks angrily. “Alright, darling,” he says with his hands up, his smooth, accented voice making her heart flutter inside her chest. Her breast? She knows very little about swan anatomy, despite having been turned into one. “Perhaps she’s stressed about her environment. Have you tried giving her a dark, quiet place to nest?” 

  “Not yet,” the dumbass admits. 

  The handsome one, Killian, a name she could get used to rolling off of her tongue, steps away from her, so she hurriedly follows. “Perhaps here in this corner will do.” 

  I would love to spend time in a dark corner with you, she thinks, giving the man what she hopes is a salacious smirk. She watches appreciatively as he sits down, crossing his legs as he starts to fiddle with some sticks as if she would be interested in them. Rather than helping him to make a nest out of the twigs and leaves, she plops herself right in his lap, nestling herself into his crossed legs and gazing up at his beautiful features, earning a smile from him. 

  “There we are, love,” he says happily, clearly surprised that she chose to plant herself upon him, although he shouldn't be. Just look at him, for god’s sake. “Comfortable?” 

  She squawks loudly, making him cringe, then fluffs her feathers in an attempt to gussy herself up for him. If she’s going to earn True Love’s Kiss from this perfect specimen, she’s going to have to work for it. The man chuckles as he looks down at her-- is he gazing? -- and lifts his hand slowly, placing a finger gently upon the top of her head and petting back down her neck, sending a chill down her spine, at least she thinks it’s her spine. She pushes her head towards him again, demanding more attention in an effort to get him to fall for her. It shouldn’t take long; she’s very enchanting. 

  “She’s never been this calm,” the dumb one says, making her snap her head towards him with a glare, shouting at him in disapproval. Killian shushes her soothingly, his finger softly stroking along her stupid feathers once more and making her shut her eyes. 

  “She just needed a bit of attention, it seems.” 

  “We’d best be careful,” someone else says, the bookworm who always thinks she knows everything about swan science. Of course, she probably knows more than Swan Emma. “We wouldn’t want her to imprint on you ,” she seems to joke. 

  “That’s quite alright, isn’t it love?” he asks her, essentially giving her permission to fall in love with this handsome bastard. 

  He comes by a few times a week for the next several months, each time sitting with her in her tiny, dirty nest and not seeming to care that his pants get soiled. She’s always careful to do her business elsewhere, making sure that her prince can sit in comfort when he arrives. She gets angry with him when he brings someone new, a sickly looking male named Graham who she assures is not welcome, so Killian gives up trying to get her to mate with someone. For some reason, they're concerned about her procreating, but she can assure everyone that she will not be giving birth to a damn swan baby while she’s under this curse. 

  One day, when Killian visits near the end of his shift, he’s finally alone, leaving behind the dumb one and the book worm and giving her all of the attention she desires as his strong hand softly pets along her soft feathers. She can’t wait to get rid of these stupid feathers. 

  “You’re quite funny,” he remarks as the sun starts to set. “Unlike any swan I’ve ever met.”

  She squawks at him-- I’m not a damn swan-- and he smiles. “Quire the personality. It always seems like you’re trying to communicate with me.” 

  Yes, you stupid handsome man, that’s exactly right! She tries to nod, lifting and dropping her head in quick succession and making the beauty laugh. She nudges her head against his hand in demand of more pets. 

  “What is it you want me to know, darling?” he asks gently, his voice soft and soothing and deep. 

  She groans, a sound that comes out like a pained cry, and his face shifts. “Are you alright, love?” 

  In pure frustration, Emma drops her head against the man’s chest, likely assaulting him with how badly she smells like bird shit, and he chuckles again, letting his hand run along her feathers some more. “There, there. I know life as a swan must be difficult. All you seem to want is for someone to listen.” 

  She looks up, hoping that her expression conveys her complete and utter irritation at the fact that he’s literally hitting the nail on the head and yet he has no idea. 

  “Such a personality,” he says again. “I’ve got to head home now, love. I’m looking forward to having Chinese for dinner. Perhaps I'll bring you an eggroll tomorrow, or is that insensitive?” 

  She squawks, half because she’s laughing, and half because she would quite literally kill another potential mate for an eggroll. Wanting to beg him not to go, she gives him her best sad face through her inability to emote, and nestles her head against his palm one more time. 

  “I’ll sneak you one, love,” he laughs, and as he does, he finally, finally , leans down towards her, and plants his stupid, dumb, lucious lips upon the top of her stinky bird head. 

  Cramps start to run through her whole stupid bird body, the same ones she felt when she was cursed on Halloween decades ago. He stands, not seeming to notice her pain and discomfort until he’s a few steps away, and he turns back around. “Swan, are you alright?” he asks, as if she could answer, and she shouts back at him wordlessly. 

  She praises whatever gods might be listening as she feels things start to change, her feathers shedding as her skin is exposed to the chilly fall air. The webbing between her toes retracts, her legs turning flesh colored rather than that horrifying orange. Her bill turns back into her nose and mouth, preparing her to smooch her savior rather than peck at him. Finally, she’s back!

  “Bloody fucking hell,” Killian breathes as he stares on, Emma transforming back into her old self, laying in a heap on the ground as she brushes off the dirt and twigs and leaves. 

  “You did it,” she praises before clearing her throat, raw from misuse after all these years. She grins at him as she’s been wanting to since they met, and is met with a horrified, shocked look on his face. His jaw is gaping, his eyes wide as they catch the light of the setting sun. “I knew you would.” 

  “What the fuck?” 

  “You broke the curse,” she says happily, standing up and exposing her nude form to him, cursing the lack of feathers although she vowed she never would. Immediately, he removes his jacket, despite his shock still clearly running through him, and hands it to her. 

  “I did what now?”

  “I was cursed. Why do you think I was such a miserable swan?” 

  He’s looking around, his mouth snapping shut and dropping open in succession as he tries to process the fact that there was a swan in the enclosure just a second ago, and now there’s a frankly beautiful, naked woman standing before him. “You were cursed,” he says doubtfully. 

  “Yes, I was. An evil witch cursed me on Halloween decades ago and I've been stuck in that infernal bird form ever since. All I needed was True Love’s Kiss to break it, but imaging trying to fall in love with someone as a damn bird.” 

  “So you… you fell in love… with me…?” 

  “Obviously,” she smiles, taking a step towards him on shaky legs, tripping and falling into his waiting arms as he catches her, careful not to grope her, although she isn’t sure she would mind. “And you broke the curse, so… Do I have to tell you what that means?”

  “I-- I’m having a lot of trouble processing the fact that I've evidently been in love with a swan for months.” 

  “Well, my name is Emma Swan, so you can be in love with a Swan for the rest of your life, if you’d like.” 

  “Emma,” he murmurs, staring into her eyes and smiling when he seems to recognize her. She’s never been able to see herself in the mirror, because the book worm was worried she would attack it, but based on the way he’s staring, she would guess that the evil witch let her keep her eyes. “Do you know it just happens to be Halloween tonight?”

  “Kismet,” she says softly, gazing up at him. He lifts his hand like he did while she was planted in his lap, and she’s finally able to feel his calloused finger along the skin of her cheek, then of her neck, just as he had done before. 

  “Aye,” he agrees. “The spirit of the holiday does make this whole thing a bit easier to accept.” 

  “Yeah,” she says dismissively. “Now take me home. I was promised an eggroll and I haven't eaten anything but grass and stale bread in almost thirty years.”

~~~~

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅱ Vol.6 Yuma VS Azusa [TRACK 5]

Original title: レゾンデートル

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS II Vol. 6 Yuma VS Azusa [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki & Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: I think I have said this before when translating his Bloody Bouquet CD, but Yuma gives the best pep talks. Out of all the DL characters, he really seems the most down-to-earth and reasonable when it comes to both accepting and expressing his emotions. All of the others are conflicted or too stubborn to admit how they truly feel, but Yuma has very little filters and that’s honestly what I appreciate about him. It makes for such a nice change of pace.

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Track 5: Raison D’être

*CRASH*

Yuma enters the room.

Yuma: ...That damn door finally opened up. Listen up...Unlike ya guys, I can’t enter this room through that narrow well. ‘Cause of that, it took me a while to bust inside of here.

Azusa: Yuma...I thought you went to see Ruki? 

Yuma: I got kinda worried. That maybe you’d totally lose your mind from the lunar eclipse and that Sow over there wouldn’t make it out alive. 

*Rustle*

Yuma: ーー And sure enough. Who said he wouldn’t do anythin’, huh?

Azusa: ...!

Yuma walks up to you.

Yuma: Oi, everythin’ alright? I figured ya might have lost an arm or a leg, but Azusa seems to be the one injured instead. The fuck’s goin’ on?

*Rustle*

Yuma: By the way, Azusa. You’re still spoutin’ that bullshit, huh?

Azusa: What do...you mean?

Yuma: Don’t play dumb. You know, the stuff where you’d ask us to hurt ya. ...Geez, keep that kinda fucked up shit to the bare minimum already, won’t ya?

Azusa: You just don’t...understand.

Yuma: Haahn!?

Azusa: I’m different from you. I’m utterly useless...nor can I ever be of use. On top of that, I’m always...strange, as if someone has taken control of my brain. I thought that I could finally become normal thanks to the eclipse...

Yuma: That’s not true...!

Azusa: Getting hurt...is where my value lies. Right, Eve?

Yuma: Haahー!?

Azusa: That’s the only value I have in life so...Why? Yuma...Why am I jealous of you?

Yuma: Che...I don’t have a fuckin’ clue whatcha talkin’ ‘bout, mate. 

Azusa: This is strange...It makes no sense. I want to blame it all on the moon but...When you look at or are hurt by Yuma...This strong anger wells up inside of me...and my chest aches...I feel like I’m going crazy...Bearing the pain is what makes me valid. I’m well aware of this butーー This pain in particular, is hard to endure...

Yuma...! Is the little voice in my head responsible for this as well!? He makes me believe that...Eve belongs only to me. I can’t stop it. Even though I’m so utterly useless...Even though I can never become Adam...Still, Iーー

He looks over at you.

Azusa: I want to keep Eve...all for myself.

*Rustle*

Azusa: I...want you.

Yuma: Honestly, I really don’t get ya. To be blunt, you’re the type of guy I have a hard time dealin’ with. Both now and in the past. ...Anyway, don’t ya think it’s ‘bout time ya understand this? Ruki told ya as well, no? We’re brothers. While we may have different roles to fulfill in the family, there’s no hierarchy between us.

Azusa: ...

Yuma: Try and remember the time at the orphanage. Bet ya can’t forget ‘bout it even if ya wanted to? All of us received the same shit treatment. We were all equally punched and hurt.

Azusa: But...!

Yuma: No but’s or however’s! You’re the only one of us who still clings to the concept of a hierarchy...! Your current life is completely different from the one you led back when living at the wanderers’ camp! ...So gettin’ jealous...or wantin’ to hog the Sow all for yerself...is totally valid. 

Azusa: ...! Yuma...?

*Rustle*

Yuma: But ya know, she’s the one thing I can’t just hand over to ya. Desire isn’t somethin’ ya can control through reason.

Azusa: Desire...?

Yuma: It’s the same as wantin’ to eat. Ya can’t suppress it.

Azusa: But...Up till now...I’ve never thought like this...

Yuma: Is that truly so? ...Well, I’m not ya, so I can’t tell for sure whether ya felt it as strong or not, but I guess people just differ?  ーー Say...

Yuma suddenly pulls you close.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Isn’t that true? ...Well, I honestly don’t think it’s worth stressin’ yerself out over it. Don’t ya think this lil’ voice in yer head ya keep on talkin’ ‘bout...is actually just yer own feelings speakin’? 

Azusa: My...own?

Yuma: Yeah. Ya think way too much ‘bout stuff like ‘bein’ useful’ or ‘the reason behind yer existence’...In reality, there’s nothin’ wrong with ya at all. It’s normal to exist.

Ruki: Ruki and...Kou too? Do they feel the same way?

Yuma: ...Ya better not say that in their faces. You’re gonna get smacked on the head. You’re crazy ‘cause ya keep on restrainin’ yerself. Notice that already. Right here...There’s nobody who would get a kick out of hurtin’ ya...

Azusa: ...T-Then...This pain in my chest can...just stay the way it is...?

Yuma: Ya like pain, don’t ya? Just accept it. ...Besides, if it’s makin’ ya uncomfortable, then try and do somethin’ ‘bout it.

Yuma hugs you close.

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: My bad but...Ya might have to try and steal her away from me. If ya do that, the pain might just fade away.

*Smooch*

Azusa: Oh...Steal? Can I...? Do I have the right to...?

Yuma: Idiot. That isn’t somethin’ ya need my permission for. However, she’s mine.

Azusa: You can’t...Eve...belongs to me.

Yuma: God...Ya really are stubborn after all. But it’s also fascinatin’. Makes it worth takin’ her from ya after all. Mmh...

*Smooch*

Azusa: ...I don’t think I can grow to like this pain so...I need her. 

Yuma: I see. Fine by me. Bring it on. Let’s have her decide which one of us she prefers. Of course...

*Rustle*

Yuma: ーー With these bad boys.

Yuma bites you.

Yuma: Nn...Mmh...

Azusa: You can’t, Yuma...She is...mine Eve. Come on, don’t face his way. Look at me...If you won’t, I’ll do this...

Azusa bites you as well.

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Yuma: Nice expression you’re rockin’ there, Sow...How does it feel to have two Vampires toy with ya at the same time? Hehe...

Azusa: Haah...Eve...Does it hurt? Or does it feel good? ...I’ll make you feel even better.

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Azusa: Mmh...

*Gulp gulp*

Yuma: Oi, oi, Azusa...With that sorta technique, you’ll only tickle her a lil’. This is what a...real bite looks like! Haahn...

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: ...Hahー! ...See? Seems like she feels so good, she’s at a total loss for words. Hahn...Mmh...

*Sluuuuurp*

Azusa: It’s not just about strength...Say? I know where it feels good for you...I’ll pierce you with my fangs exactly there...Haahn...

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Azusa: Mm...

*Gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

Azusa: Nn...Haah...Look this way, Eve...It feels good, doesn’t it? Let’s...kiss. Mmh...Nn...

*Smooch*

Azusa: Nn...

*Smooch*

Yuma: Borin’...For one, you’ve never been this fixated on her before, have ya? 

Azusa: ...Haah...Today is...special. However, when I think about it... I might have actually...been obsessed with her this whole time. I simply didn’t realize...but thanks to the moon, it became clear...Mmh...

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Azusa: Mmh...

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: Come on...Gimme some as well...Hahn...

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: Mmh...Nn...Ya better don’t let that guys’ words get to ya too much...Nnh...

*Sluuuuurp*

Azusa: No fair...Yuma...You can’t just hog her for yourself...

Yuma: Shut up! I don’t take orders from anyone!

Azusa: ...Eve...Do you like Yuma’s that much? However, mine are good too, you know...I mean, look...My fangs fit you so perfectly, they can give you the pain you desire at once. Haah...

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

Yuma: Ahn? Bein’ a lil’ cheeky there, aren’t ya? 

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: Ah...This is bad...I said that but...Haah...It kinda sounds like I’m tryin’ to tell ya to hold yerself back, huh? That’s weird...

Azusa: I don’t care if it’s cheeky or not...I love Eve...Mmh...

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Yuma: Che...Annoyin’...That kinda sappy stuff isn’t for me. 

*Rustle*

Yuma: I’ll use my fangs...to have her confess her feelings for me.

Azusa: I wonder who will achieve that faster?

Yuma: Sow...Say you love me...

*Rustle*

Azusa: Eve obviously loves me more...Right? You do, don’t you? Of course you do...Mmh...

*Gulp gulp*

Yuma: Ah yeah, yeah. Just tell yerself that. ...Come on, Sow. Don’t get distracted by him.

*Sluuuuurp*

The two of them continue sucking your blood.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[orleans-jester]

Thomas was like a stray pup, just looking for, and appreciating, the tiniest scrap of affection. Even if all of this fur wasn’t for him, it sure fucking felt like it. It was symbolic. He only wished that it was his own that he could drape around her, turn her into a creature like him. The sexiest goddamn werewolf he would ever see, that’s what he was sure she would be one day. An image came to him, the two of them, rutting under the full moon, Gods yes, a shiver went up his spine just at the thought.

He kneeled before, like a man about to be knighted. Better than a sword was a belt like this. His one hand smoothed over her thigh, while the other took hold of the belt. The leather was warm from her. It smelt wonderful, the way that only real leather could. He reluctantly let go of her to unfurl it, to run his fingers over it. Of course he had suspected that she was doing something like this. She was sneaky enough to do it when he was indeed asleep, but the smell of the leather, the burning, the oils on her hands gave away that she was working with leather. He just never brought it up. He enjoyed the surprise element.

A deep laugh came out of him when he read what she had burned into it. It was a genuine surprise, he had been asleep when she had done all of this. “Feels like I only take off my pants for you these days - and that’s the way I love it,” He said. He’d be putting it on the next time that he got dressed - which would not be anytime soon. What sort of Valentine’s Day was it if he kept his clothes on the entire time?

He loved it. He authentically loved it, and not in a ‘My wife gave me this so I have to wear it to show I love her’ kind of way. But in a ‘I might as well throw out every other belt that I have since this is the only one that I’m going to be wearing’ way.

But who could think of leather for long with all this fur?

Three poems, all ones that he liked, all ones that fit them, all ones that made him sit back after reading, close his eyes, and think of his wife. This happened more often than a normal person would probably admit to but not Thomas. Anything romantic, anything sexy, anything powerful, and his wife jumped to mind. He’d be caught staring if they watched a movie with any sort of romantic scene, wanting to kiss her whenever a couple kissed on the screen, as if to prove that they could do it better. It was a craving. Like the wolf for meat, it was Thomas for his spouse.

“My blood approves,” He nodded.

The corner of his mouth shot up in a smirk, revealing that slight gap he had on the one side, his head lowering onto her knees, starting to kiss the soft skin there. “I was thinking the same thing,” He agreed between the smooches that he was bringing up her thighs, petting the fur that was wrapped around her. “Fuck me, you look gorgeous, love. I can’t wait until you have fur of your own. The most powerful - my mate -” He groaned, so aroused that it was hurting him, a deep aching inside.

He was a man possessed, going straight for that sweet spot between her legs, letting himself throb and become sore, more preoccupied with pleasuring her than himself. Hell, he might even get off just from her cloying smell alone, without needing any touch. Hands in fur, his nose poked around at her pelvis, tongue searching - and finding it’s target.

The look on his face, the way his body language changed the moment he saw her live and in person was gift enough for her, but he came bearing more.

All fours. She had just read the text just before he came in.

She was focused on his breathing, the way he held his mouth, his eyes, oh his eyes, those ever after blue eyes.

Deep colored roses were put before her along with an array of other things, still her focus stayed on those eyes until they could no longer. She found his hair with the faint hint of his soaps took over as his gaze went to her chest. She hardly minded. The feeling of him, his warm, just him, him, him near was a gift too. Now, she had a career as a musician and even when inspired it felt a little bit wrong to use something she might have done anyway as the gift, the song, even in her vocals, even if he inspired her. Getting all dolled up in fur for her for her cover, also inspired by him, still it didn't feel like gift enough when she had to for her career otherwise. She did want to hand him something.

She had been waiting for him to come closer first and there he was, but now she felt distracted by all he laid before her curious, especially when she saw paper. She was a sucker for Thomas and even a scrap piece of paper tossed in the garbage. It could have the most interesting or beautiful quotes on it. Every now and then he'd even come up with something original from his very own heart and those would blow her away the most. But, he had an uncanny knack for knowing exactly what quote to fit every moment.

A better treat indeed. Just that made her smile with wicked curve upon her lips liking how easily he was pulled into her. It made her feel connected to him. Well, she could feel herself getting pulled into him. This was a pair that would ravaging each other before it was out, but Valerie slowed it up. She was whore to his word smithing as much as his cock. Her gift would prove the second. The fact she slowed down to see what was on that paper would prove the first.

"Here darling. For you love. I burned it in the leather myself." Then from behind her back she pulled a roll of leather. A belt. This belt would seem quite plain to the observer from the outside. Even the buckle though he could switch that out to any he pleased. He'd have to unfurl it if she could get him to pay attention to it long enough away from her chest to notice the enscription on the inside while she read her letter with the poem. She noticed it was in his hand. That meant she'd keep it in her keepsake box forever.

The best way to make surprises was to always wait for after the other went to sleep or at least were super busy and couldn't focus on what you were doing intricately. Valerie made sure she burned the belt while he was asleep. Sometimes she wondered if he was faking for her sake with his sensitive ears though.

While she left him to seek the print on the back of the belt she opened up the paper. When she began to read the poem she had to admit to herself she'd never read the whole poem for as many times as she'd heard the starter line used for other things. People filled in their own inferior verses. It was her first real read through. It was deep especially considering their situation of death and the hereafter attached to the lycanthropy and voodoo curses. It caught her in ways she wasn't ready for while feeling in such a sensual state, so ready to be ravaged by her wolf of husband down on all fours before her.

She looked up rather moved and repeated what she needed to be true. "Your blood approves."

She ran her hands through his hair. Something felt too good about that line like it was trying to settle her last fears. She whispered while tapping her painted nail at the top of the belt where the engraving was with a wry smirk. "You can put that passion mentioned in this poem to use now. Just let me leave the fur on. I'm really feeling the fur."

[astranva]

Heather.

Word Count: 2k

Category: Angst

Warning: Language? idk

Request: pls write an angst based on Heather by Conan gray i love ur writings sm

Summary: In which Harry is the Heather of his own story.

this won’t have a second part, let’s keep it sad 💀

thanks for requesting, anon! hope you like it and thank you sm🤍

// masterlist //

..

You were there for as long as Harry could remember, and that was so many years.

He was convinced that many scriptwriters and directors heard of your friendship’s story and that was how most rom-coms were made.

But the rom-coms had something that Harry was yet to have – the happy ending he kept wishing for.

It wasn’t your fault, really. Sure, you were a little oblivious but it was also a little unfair saying that was the only reason why Harry hadn’t gotten his happy ending because he knew that at the end of the day, it was him not making a move and admitting his feelings for you throughout all these years.

Harry remembered how for his 16th birthday, you had saved up to get him and yourself tickets to see Coldplay live.

He remembered how you cried as you hugged him after his X Factor audition as you all stood backstage.

He remembered how excited he was when he first introduced you to the rest of the boys when they were put in a band. Hell, you slept over with them at Robin’s for a couple of days.

He remembered how you flew out for the weekend when Zayn had left the band, knowing that Harry needed your presence.

He remembered how you were the first person he went to when he decided to make a debut solo record.

He remembered waking up to your singing in Jamaica, munching on honey toast as your face would light up the moment he came to view – “Good morning, H! I squeezed some fresh oranges for you.”

He also remembered how his face would heat up when he was just a kid whenever his family would mention that you and him were bound to end up together.

He remembered how his first heartbreak wasn’t from a relationship of his own, but it was when you got into one at 16. He hated it.

He remembered helping you with your dates, reacting to how you thought a new crush was, holding you as you cried.

Harry remembered how despite being in love with you since he was a teenager, he didn’t take a step towards having you more than a best friend.

And God, his journals were proof of that love; the love songs, all those ones about unrequited love, the short poems he wrote in the dead of the night.

He had cringed when he told you that he was seeing someone, only to have you become excited and genuinely happy for him.

If you could do it, why couldn’t he?

He was staying over at yours, a normal occurrence for when he was home. He could’ve as well just sold his house at that point.

“Have anything I can wear? This isn’t too comfortable.” He had asked you as the both of you lounged, watching a stand-up comedy.

“Yeah, just choose whatever you want.” You nonchalantly said, not caring if he went through your clothes – not like this was anything but normal for the both of you.

“Too lazy to move.” He mumbled, looking up at you from where he was; his head resting on your lap as you played with his hair.

The smile that came to your face was one Harry mirrored without knowing, staring at you as you continued to watch the show. “I’m not moving.” You stated.

He groaned, standing up, “Will you still play with my hair when I come back?”

At that, your eyes moved to him, “Yes, you baby.”

That was all the assurance he needed before he walked to your room and opened your wardrobe, going through your clothes without messing anything up; you liked your clothes neatly folded at all times.

Reaching one lilac sweater, Harry took it out before holding it over his upper body, finding that it would probably perfectly fit.

Taking off his own top and putting on yours, Harry’s breath instantly hitched in his throat, stomach tied up in knots.

It smelled like you.

It smelled like fresh vanilla detergent and the coconut scent he adored so much.

Running his hand slowly across his body, Harry turned to look at the mirror, eyes falling on the item that screamed your name louder than the beaded necklace you had made him months ago that decorated his neck – “Golden, because that’s what I think you are” you had said.

He gulped, fingertips grazing the material.

“Harry! You’re missing all the good bits!”

“Coming!” He shouted back, hoping you didn’t catch the crack in his voice.

After one final look, Harry had walked back to you, placing his head on your lap.

“Good choice.” You had commented softly.

“Yeah?” Harry almost whispered, “Feels comfortable. What material is that?”

“Just polyester,” you shrugged, “Hate how it looks better on you though.” You had joked, giving him a gentle tug to his hair.

Harry had giggled, closing his eyes as you scratched his scalp softly, “Thanks.”

After that day, it was like Harry claimed the sweater. He’d beeline to it the moment he stepped a foot in your house, frowning at you on some days when you told him that it was getting washed.

Days turned to weeks, and before Harry could do as much as blink, you were back from your work with a smile brighter than usual.

He was sitting on your couch that day, in the lilac sweater, a smile drawn to his face as soon as his saw yours, pausing the music that was playing from his laptop. “You look happy.”

And you were, because you had given his cheek a soundly smooch of greeting, unaware of Harry’s cheeks reddening.

You hummed with a nod, “I have a date tonight with, quite possibly, the cutest person I have ever met.”

He wasn’t expecting that.

Harry was not expecting that.

His smile faltered, only staring at you.

“They’re just,” you sighed, staring at the ceiling with a hand to your heart, “A dream, you know? Hey, wait! You know them!”

“I do?”

“Yeah,” you nodded eagerly, “Chelsea introduced them when we went to that pub 2 weeks ago, remember? Charlie?”

“Oh.”

And he did. He remembered how pretty Charlie was, how they seemed to keep conversations going and made sure everyone was listened to, how Charlie’s style stood out in the pub, how their jokes made everyone laugh – including him. He remembered how Charlie’s eyes lingered on you when you talked, how the both of you seemed dived into a conversation of common interests. He hated it.

Charlie really was a dream. Yeah, he hated that, too.

Harry had helped you decide on an outfit, his chest feeling as if it clenched around his heart to a point where his cage would combust.

He helped you with your hair, spraying the back of it for you because you had always complained about not reaching that part well.

Fuck, he even painted your nails that night – they were in lilac.

And he was there when Charlie picked you up, a genuine smile on their face that looked nothing like the petty one he wore.

“Do you need us to bring you anything, mate? We’re having Italian.” Charlie had offered.

Why did Charlie have to be kind and polite? What happened to the assholes they portrayed in rom-coms?

“No, thanks, Y/N made me lasagna earlier.” Harry had chuckled, watching you smile at the interaction.

“Go to sleep by 9, Mr.” You had joked as you left, Charlie’s hand on your back.

“You know it.” Harry had mumbled with a weak smile, giving you a nod.

By 7, Harry was almost sure he yanked all his hair out, despite the mirrors assuring him that he didn’t.

By 8, he tried to eat, but the nauseous feeling that ran through his body at the thought of you with someone else made him put the casserole back in the fridge.

By 9, Harry had called Mitch to break the news of your newest date, only to hang up so soon when Mitch was beginning to tell him how he still might have a chance.

By 10, he wrote a song. One full song.

By 11, he had the tune for it.

By 12, Harry watched you kiss someone who wasn’t him and he had no one to blame.

“How was it?” He managed to utter, watching you stand against the door with the widest smile.

“Perfect.”

That was the beginning of everything but what Harry wished upon a constellation for, because by the second month of you seeing Charlie, you had made it official.

Charlie was perfect in all aspects; hell, even Gemma liked them when she met them as the 4 of you had brunch one day.

But then Charlie was around your house more that Harry just wasn’t that comfortable to sleep over anymore.

He remembered how the three of you were watching a movie one night, Charlie having been wanting to get to know Harry more since he was “someone Y/N talks about and loves so much” – Charlie said that with no drop of pettiness, Harry wondered how they did it – when Harry just couldn’t take any more of you cuddling someone who wasn’t him and before you and Charlie could process it, Harry was out with an empty excuse – “I forgot my guitar at Mitch’s.”

His guitar was resting against the very couch he was sitting on.

But nothing prepared him for that one moment.

Charlie had invited him for the barbecue party they were hosting and if it weren’t for your puppy eyes, Harry would’ve been sulking in the comfort of his house and not in his car while he was on the way to oh-so-perfect Charlie’s.

He heard Lizzo playing the moment he got out of his car, and it was how he knew that it was your playlist playing.

He had brought cake with him, walking cautiously with the boxed dessert in his hands.

The door was opened, a few smiling people passing by him before he was met with yours, only as always, your face lit up once you saw him.

“You’re here!” You didn’t care that he was holding anything in his hands that restrained him from hugging you back because you threw your arms around him, leaving a kiss to his cheek, “Everyone’s been asking for you. Something about how it was weird seeing me without you.” You giggled.

“Partners in crime, eh?” He smiled at you, referring to the phrase you have been using with one another since school.

“You bet,” you wiggled your eyebrows, “Oh, shoot, sorry, didn’t notice you had this. Um, come, let’s put it in the kitchen.”

You were comfortable in Charlie’s house, Harry noticed. It was no surprise; he would’ve been more worried if you weren’t seen as you had been together for 6 months.

Placing the cake in the fridge, you and Harry then walked to where everyone was.

And that was when he saw it.

Charlie lied on a lounge chair, laughing and looking all attractive, in the very lilac, polyester sweater Harry had found comfort in.

He watched as you walked over, Charlie instantly putting a hand to your waist as they smiled up at you before you leaned down, pressing your lips against one another.

“Act natural, would you?” He heard Chelsea’s, a mutual friend, voice beside him.

“What?”

“If you can’t be happy for Y/N, try to act natural around them,” Chelsea sighed, her heart breaking for her friend as she looked at Harry who was yet to move his eyes from the couple, “Charlie’s great, you know?”

“Yeah,” he gave her a dry chuckle, “Yeah, I know.”

“Then why aren’t you happy that at least they’re not an asshole?”

“Just,” Harry looked at his friend, a defeated look on his face before the sound of you squealing gleefully grabbed his attention, watching as Charlie had their arms wrapped around you from behind, the both of you laughing as your friends all smiled in awe, “Just wish I were Charlie.”

[haloshornsinkstains]

Kisses Under The Mistletoe with the Captain Squad Pt.2

Mistletoe kisses headcanons feat: Ushijima, Daishou, Terushima and Kita I found these a little harder to write (I really need to rewatch their episodes a few more times), but I kinda like the Daishou one? He’s grown on me.

No real content warnings, just some smooching and gross overuse of brackets and strikethrough

Ushijima

This is 100% Tendou’s fault and he’s not in the slightest bit sorry about it. Originally he was trying to mess with Goshiki (the future ace might have a bit of a crush on you and Tendou is not about to let any opportunity for mischief pass him by).

It sounded kinda funny at first, so you agreed to go along with it, only apparently Karma likes to act fast because you end up standing under mistletoe with Ushijima of all people. Tendou finds this even more hilarious than his original plan - “Satori, what are you doing?”

Tendou is grinning and gesturing at the mistletoe while you pray for the ground to swallow you whole.

“Mistletoe Wakatoshi! You have to kiss!”

“Why?”

“It’s tradition! And it’s ro-man-tic~”

“Mistletoe is a parasitic species and could kill trees, I do not see what is romantic about it.”

He’s adorable. You want to die, but god his seriousness is just too cute. You’re going to murder Tendou for this later, but there’s no way he’s going to let you leave unless you kiss.

“Ushijima-san… I, um, I wouldn’t mind. Unless you don’t want you…” if the ground could hurry up and swallow you that would be great.

“I am not opposed to kissing you.” He frowns down at you, as if the idea he would protest is absurd. “I still do not understand the significance of the mistletoe however.” You’re trying not to pass out with shock while Tendou makes kissing noises in the background. 

He bends down to kiss you, and it’s softer and more delicate than even your softest daydreams had been able to come up with, a chaste press of lips that somehow feels like so much more.

Your soul has left your body. You are dead. Tendou’s fate is yet to be decided

Daishou

You and Daishou aren’t exactly enemies, though anyone who didn’t know you well could easily be fooled into thinking you were. The barbs you sent at each other were mostly your way of bonding, and in your case your way of hiding your feelings for him.

Though when you ran into him at a college party you weren’t exactly thrilled with that turn of events, especially since you’d spotted two of your course-mates pinning mistletoe in various doorways.

“Didn’t expect to see you slither in here Suguru.”

He smirks. “That just makes it sound like you were thinking about me Y/N-chan.”

“Only about avoiding you.” You huff, turning away only to catch sight of some mistletoe in your peripheral vision. Unfortunately for you, Daishou spots it too.

“Sure you weren’t thinking about catching me under the mistletoe?” 

You try and fail to contain the flush that rises on your cheeks. “Not even if you begged. I’ll be checking the doorways.”

You huff and quickly make your exit, far too aware of the way he’s smirking at your back as you leave. 

Unfortunately for you, you don’t do as great a job of checking doorways before going through them as you had hoped. Finding yourself trapped under a sprig of mistletoe with your traitorous best friend grinning at you and gesturing none-too-subtly at your rival/crush.

This is where it gets interesting, you expect some sort of sarcastic remark from him, some call back to you telling him ‘not even if he begged’, but instead you're faced with silence. And when you glance up his cheeks are tinged pink and he’s trying (and failing) to look anywhere but at your lips.

Sensing a chance for victory (and a free opportunity to kiss your crush without having to admit your feelings) you lean up into his personal space, swallowing down your embarrassment to grab the front of his shirt and pull him into a kiss. One he returns perhaps a bit too eagerly to play off as just tradition, fingers gripping your waist tightly until you have to part for air.

“I win this round Suguru.” You whisper, winking at him as you melt back into the crowd.

If the two of you leave the party together, tangled in each others arms, well no one dares comment.

Terushima

Okay, first hear me out - Terushima 100% owns a pair of novelty boxers with mistletoe on them because he thought it was hilarious. (This has no bearing on the rest of the headcanon, I just needed to say it)

Terushima has a reputation, everyone knows it. He’s trouble, a fuckboy, the hair and the tongue piercing just prove that. He’s not, he’s an adorable puppy of a man, people are just dumb.  - You were kinda worried about it when you first started dating, what with the number of people who tried to warn you off him, but since you know what kind of person he is really you’re pretty good at just tuning it out.

That doesn’t mean other people are going to drop it though, and some people seem to think that because of his reputation as a flirt (and because he’s terrible at saying no) that they can use the festive season and mistletoe to swoop in on him. It is a problem.

It’s not that you don’t trust him, you do, but he can be an idiot. Your idiot.

So when you spot him cornered by some girls outside the cafe you were supposed to be meeting at, eyeing the mistletoe hanging over his head with a look of utter panic you just sigh.  You get the crowd just as you see his shoulders drooping, the ringleader piping up with “it’s just a kiss on the cheek Terushima-san! It’s fine~” and pouting sadly “you’ll break my heart if you say no again”.

Time to save your man.

You clear your throat pointedly, walking through the crowd and right up to your boyfriend's side with a smile. 

“Oh look Yuuji, mistletoe!”

He perks up immediately, grinning at you and tugging you into him for a kiss. It’s maybe a bit too steamy for public, to prove a point, but you’re not going to complain. When he pulls away his face is full of confidence, and he throws a cocky smirk at the crowd as he leads you towards the cafe entrance.

“Sorry ladies, there’s only one person I want to kiss under the mistletoe.”

You love him so much. 

Kita

Like Ushijima, Kita doesn’t really get it. He’s seen Suna avoiding certain parts of the corridors, and Atsumu trying to get caught by girls in certain doorways with sprigs of leaves hanging in them, but he doesn’t actually understand why. He just chalks it up to the second years being their weird second year selves.

But it keeps happening and it’s starting to interfere with practice so eventually he just asks.

“Wha? Ya never heard of kissin’ someone under the mistletoe?”

“No. That would be why I asked.”

“If yer caught standing with someone under mistletoe ya have ta kiss them! It’s a tradition.”

Kita is just frowning at Astumu, his Grandma never mentioned any such tradition and he’s trying to work out whether the setter is messing with him. Luckily Aran spots his expression and comes in to save him.

“I think it’s a western tradition Kita-san.”

Kita nods, cogs in his brain starting to turn. His thoughts drift to you, he’s always thought of you as a friend and the two of you get along extremely well, but now he’s realising that maybe he wants it to be something more when his first thought is of kissing you under the mistletoe.

Unfortunately for him, everyone else notices the shift in his expression and put the pieces together. Operation Y/N and Kita under the mistletoe is go.

Suna has zero interest in actually taking part in Atsumu’s dumbass plan, but he is going to be there to get everything on camera. The world needs documentation of the Miya twins and their ridiculous schemes.

In the end all their planning backfires when Kita just meets you outside your classroom at the end of the day and leads you down one of the corridors he knows he’s seen some mistletoe hanging in. You stop under some and just kind of stare at him confused.

“Um, Shin? I don’t under-”

“The team told me it’s tradition to kiss someone under mistletoe. I’d like to kiss you Y/N.” He looks calm, but his cheeks are on fire and he can’t hold your gaze for more than a few seconds.

You are floored. You really like him, but you always thought he just saw you as a friend, and while this isn’t the most standard of confessions it’s so Kita and you’re just so happy.

“I’d very much like to kiss you too Shin.”

Suna sends you the photographic evidence later (you’re too happy to ask how he got that photo), and while everyone tries to act surprised when you turn up to their practice holding the captain’s hand, you know they already knew.

[puppypeter]

1999 words Stucky prompt? *sorry*

Ok so I couldn’t go to sleep last night because I kept thinking of this Stucky AU where Steve is an ex-military medic who is now retired because his wife passed away and he has to look after the family. He has like 10-12 kids between his own and adopted, big family, big house, a dog. The kids range between barely 1 year old set of twins to grumpy teenagers. He had to come back from war when his wife sadly passed away while giving birth to the twins and so he didn’t really get any time to re-adjust and he lives with the regret that he wasn’t even there for her when she needed him. He is struggling a lot, but tries to hide it for the sake of the kids. He runs the house a bit like a military base, there’s time tables, bathroom times, meal plans and menus, budgets etc wakes the troops up early in the morning to get them ready for school (he still struggles in the kitchen cause he’s barely used to having decent food again himself, let alone make something all kids eat!!), the oldest have to help with the youngest etc a big chaotic disaster of a family, but he’s trying. The kids miss their mom too, but it’s been a year now and daddy is still sad. He doesn’t know that they know he is. They see him stare into nothing at times, they know Sunday mornings are the day nobody is to bother daddy until he comes down for lunch (which he prepared on the Saturday already) because sometimes daddy finds it hard to sleep and other times he finds it hard to get out of bed. He always wants them to eat their greens, yet standing on the staircase late at night they’ve spotted him sitting on the couch eating ice-cream straight from the tub and weeping over Disney movies. And that has happened more than once.

So one day they’re at the park. Steve is laying down on their red and white cloth on the ground with all the food bags and the tiny twins next to him. They’re so cute, wiggling around at all the sounds and colours, he should want to play with them but all he feels is tired. The other kids are scattered around the park, between playing ball and looking at insects and on the swings. The younger kids have been talking about what they should do to make daddy happy. That’s when little Mary spots two men sitting on a bench. One of them is playing with a leash, probably of the big dog that’s just sitting at his feet, not even caring about going far. The other is wearing a leather jacket, slightly unzipped and a white furry kitten head pops out of it. “Which one of them do you think?” Peter asks. “That one!” Mary shouts just pointing at the guy with the kitten “look at his hair! he looks like a disney price, dad will love him!” (they don’t even know their dad is bisexual, bucky is just pretty so they’re confident he’ll like him).

So her and some of her siblings make their way over to the men and start asking them questions. Their names are Sam and Bucky (“That’s a weird name” Mary says). Sam teases Bucky by calling him prince charming, having heard the previous comment, and Bucky’s cheeks go pink. This little boy with his thick glasses on gets overly excited when he sees that one of Bucky’s hands is made of metal “So cool, like a robot!” and asks if he can touch it (cause daddy thought them it’s important to ask before). And Bucky just feels overwhelmed. He hasn’t been around this many people since he came back, the most people he’s had around were a bunch of doctors when they operated on him roughly a year and half ago, but he was sedated and unaware. He struggled for a while to get out of the house, to accept his disability, accept having a prosthesis he can’t really do anything with, having to learn to do everything one handed (he only ever wears it outside the house cause he doesn’t want people to stare at his empty sleeve, but the moment he’s at home he likes to give his shoulder a break). 

Sam, he works as a counsellor at the VA has helped him a lot, and now they hang out together, but not in crowded places. This is why they like coming to the park. But now there’s a bunch of kids in his face and for the first time he doesn’t mind having many people around. Maybe because they’re little people and he knows they won’t hurt him. Maybe cause one of them is geeking out about his prosthesis he always felt self-conscious about. Mary invites him over to meet her dad (Sam cackles), but Bucky is definitely not ready for any form of relationship, let alone a romantic one. So he blushes and declines. 

The kids leave a bit upset. After a while Mary comes back saying she’s hurt and lost. “You look fine to me kid!” Sam replies. So she dramatically throws herself on the grass and big fat tears start coming out of her eyes. After they laugh at her overly dramatic attitude, she stands up huffing and puffing and leaves clearly kicking her feet in the ground. “I mean maybe you should go for it!” Sam insists “It’s not like you have to marry the guy. You’re just meeting a new person, nothing has to come of it. Maybe you’ll make a friend, maybe you’ll never see him again, but you’d talk to someone that wasn’t me or the cashier at the deli by your flat”. Bucky knows that’s true, but he really can’t bring himself to. He still hasn’t talked to his family since he’s been back. Something about getting your arm blow off and seeing your mates blow up when it should have been you instead makes it difficult to relate to normal people.

It’s only maybe 20 minutes later when a blur of blonde hair and orange dungaree comes rushing towards them crying. “It ain’t gonna work missy!” Sam jokes. But Mary looks clearly upset. “Help my daddy please!”. They doubt her for a second, thinking it’s her amazing acting skills and they’re gonna go there and her dad is gonna be fine. But her lower lip is wobbling and she sounds seriously distressed. Plus they all see a bunch of kids clearly surrounding someone sitting on a blanket. So they follow her, cause that’s the right thing to do. When they get there they see this big burly man folded in half on himself with his hands in his hair, gripping at it, shaking, panicking. Sam immediately drops on his knees, but doesn’t touch him yet. Bucky has seen him do it plenty of times with himself, when he barely got out of bed to finally have some food and then started crying if he dropped a spoon on the floor or spilled a bit of coffee. He would be forever thankful to have had him as a counsellor and now as a friend. 

Bucky steers the kids a bit away, asking the older ones to give them some space to help their dad. Together with a young woman, he scoops up one of the two babies in onesies that were on the blanket and leans one up on his chest. He can’t really do much with his metal arm, but geeky kid is currently holding onto it. After they move a bit further away, he passes on the baby to another older teenager and goes back to Sam. He sees that he has managed to get the man to unclench his fists from his hair and sees him panicking when he can’t see his kids. “They’re alright, they’re ok, they’re all together”. 

And so that’s how they meet and they all go to a diner to get food (taking over like 4 different booths). They find out Steve is ex-military from the dog tags shape Bucky sees under his shirt. Steve has apparently had the ability to lie his way through his psych test coming back from the war simply because he knew he would lose his kids if he admitted how he was truly feeling. He is struggling with depression and has PTSD, but he’ll never admit it out loud. He has a family to care about. He says none of that, but Sam knows. He invites him to the VA, “just to talk, we’re not gonna call anyone on you my man, and it seems like you’re doing an amazing job considering you got a whole football team”. 

The following week Sam and Bucky go over to his house for a bbq, bringing dog & cat along for the joy of the kids. It’s loud and it gets a bit much for Bucky at one point so he sneaks out to have a second of quiet. Steve finds him and they get talking. At some point Sam has to leave, an emergency with one of the veterans. But Bucky stays a little while. 

He says he can leave when Steve calls out bed time for the youngest, but Steve asks him to stay, if he wants, it’s not gonna take him long, have a beer. Bucky glows seeing how Steve runs the bedtime routine for 10 kids, the older ones helping the younger ones to get to stay up a little longer. When he comes back they sit out back on the porch, sharing a cigarette and having a couple of beers. It’s quiet, they don’t talk much. Bucky’s shoulder is starting to ache a bit so he keeps rubbing it. They get talking about that, well.. the most that Bucky can say (how it happened, where it happened, then blackout. He can’t go into his feelings about it). “You.. you were from that unit?” Steve asks seemingly speechless. “That’s, that’s where I was operating. We rescued 3 people but we couldn’t get to everyone on time. There was someone closer to the explosion and their arm was….” he cuts off. “Steve” Bucky looks at him unable to breathe “are you telling me that you’re the one that rescued me from under the tank?” ((and it goes from there. it takes awhile but they get together and smooch (Mary acts like she’s about to throw up “But not because you’re two guys, just cause that’s daddy!!”). Bucky learns to open up and getting more comfortable around Steve without the prosthesis on. Steve still cries at Disney movies while eating ice cream, but this time every other spoonful goes to Bucky’s, whose arms he’s wrapped in on the couch. Steve starts going to see Sam at the VA and deal with his issues, because he wants to be there for his kids as they grow up, he doesn’t want to give up on them or himself. He deals and accepts what happened with his wife. He gets to grieve and heal. Sam comes over to their house so that his Missy (his dog) can hang out with her new buddy Dodger *wink wink* and because since starting to deal with his issues Steve has made an effort to reconnect with his friends and there’s a very beautiful redhead that hangs around his house at the weekends... Sam wouldn’t mind spending more time with her. A few more friends from the military come back into his life too - Clint, Thor, Maria, Sharon - and the kids have now a bunch more aunties and uncles to play with. At some point in the distant future, Bucky moves in. He never thought he’d get to have that. A big family, animals, a house. Maybe they have more kids at one point? Bucky reconnecting with his family? & lots more smooches and cuddles!!))

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Okay! I really like the Slytherin!Sirius x Gryffindor!James stuff and also I love how you write Regulus so could we have something like Regulus and Remus being friends and trying to get their idiot friends/brothers on a date?

Regulus knew, intellectually, that his parents cut him a lot of slack. He was the second son, so they didn't have to worry about all the decisions he made that they didn't like. He was in Ravenclaw, which wasn't bad, but it wasn't Slytherin like they would have preferred. He was the only living Black family member to not be in Slytherin. He was friends with people who were in Gryffindor, which they certainly didn't like, but for the most part, they kept their mouths shut about it and gave Sirius pointed looks over tea. 

So yes, Regulus knew, logically, that his parents didn't come down as hard on him as they could have, but it didn't feel like it. He still hated them. He still tried to impress them, failed, and got embarrassed about them so he could swing back into hating them and telling himself that he wasn't going to try and give them any attention. It was a cycle that he didn't enjoy, but there was a terrible sort of comfort in the fact that whatever he was dealing with, Sirius had it worse. Merlin and Morgana did Sirius have it worse. Sirius hated their parents. Not the same way Regulus did, where he swung back and forth and sometimes told himself that maybe they weren't as bad as he remembered; Sirius hated them, hated everything about them and what they wanted him to do, but he did it anyways. 

Regulus wasn't under any delusions as to why that was. He was protecting Regulus. Like he always did. Regulus wasn't brave; he couldn't stand up for himself and take away the weight Sirius was bearing on his behalf, but he could do something for Sirius. Something to make him feel better. A little less miserable. He wasn't brave, but he could do that much. As it just so happened, he had the perfect plan in mind: he was going to get Sirius a date with James Potter. 

It wasn't an idea from nowhere. Regulus's best friend was Remus, who in turn was best mates with James. Remus had complained a couple dozen times about James talking about how fit Sirius was, and Regulus had noticed the way Sirius allowed his eyes to linger on Gryffindor's star Quidditch player from time to time. Sirius had a stupid amount of self-control though, and he wouldn't even admit to Regulus's face that he thought James was fit, let alone that he fancied him. All it would really take to get Sirius and James together though, would be a few pointed moves by Regulus and Remus and voila! Victory-- and happiness for the smooching couple, but that was like, a secondary thing. 

"I have a proposition for you," Regulus said, out of the blue as far as Remus could tell. They were in the library doing Charms homework when Regulus got around to remembering the idea at the same time that he was around Remus. 

"Hm?" 

"We should get James and Sirius together." 

"Please tell me you're joking," Remus said. A beat. "You're not joking." 

Regulus shook his head. "It's brilliant-" 

"I doubt that very much." 

Regulus flicked a broken quill at him. "As I was saying," he continued primly, "it'll get James to calm down enough that you can stand being around him, and it'll get Sirius to relax. I think we both have vested interests in those consequences, wouldn't you say?" 

Remus stared at him. Blinked. "You're so weird," he muttered. 

"So you'll help me?" 

"Of course." 

*

"You sure that's what you want to do, Regulus?" Sirius asked, looking straight at him. He wasn't fooled for an instant, and Regulus got the distinct impression that he'd live to regret this if the date didn't go well. 

"Relax mate," James said from the other side of the table, "it's just butterbeer. It's not like he's trying to cop some firewhiskey from Madame Rosmerta or summat." 

"Exactly," Remus said, then grabbed Regulus's arm and dragged him away from the table before Sirius could make Regulus rethink his choices. 

"You realise they're not coming back, don't you?" Sirius said, turning towards James with an eyebrow raised. 

"Why wouldn't they?" he asked, frowning. 

"All signs point to this being a misguided set-up between the two of us." 

James blinked. Sirius would be lying if he said it wasn't adorable-- those big doe eyes behind his glasses and half-hidden under a fringe of hair that couldn't be tamed. Regulus had noticed Sirius looking (if not for years, then at least he picked it up sometime in the past few months), but James had missed it entirely, judging by the surprise on his face. "What? I- Remus?" His face flamed, and he looked for his runaway friend. "I'm going to bloody murder him," he muttered. 

"What happened to 'it's only a butterbeer'?" Sirius couldn't help but ask, raising an eyebrow. 

"That was when I thought they were coming back," James hissed. 

Sirius snorted, then clicked his mug against James's. "You going to enjoy your drink or are you going to stage a heroic retreat?" 

At the word retreat, James's face set stubbornly. If he hadn't already been sitting, he would've done it right then, just to prove a point. He took a sip of his drink, staring at Sirius all the while. 

Wow. Sirius couldn't have planned that better if he tried. Maybe he should give Regulus some slack for his too-obvious methods at the start, since clearly he'd had some clue for what would happen if he could get both of them here. "So is this you admitting that a date with me wouldn't be the worst thing ever, or are you expecting for me to be the one to run off so you can save face?" 

"Saving face is for people who don't have the bollocks to back up what they say." 

Sirius was horribly charmed by that the conviction with which he said that. Of course, he had a bad habit of being charmed by everything James did that didn't immediately annoy him-- and even then, it was something of a toss up that was mostly based by Sirius's mood and little else. "I feel like I should keep you talking to see how true that is." 

"Alright." James took a swig. "What do you want me to talk about?" 

"Your little group of friends." 

"The Marauders," James said. 

"Yeah. Does it not strike you as a little silly to have come up with a group name?" 

James narrowed his eyes. "Are you picking a fight, Black?" 

"I wasn't, but if you call me by my last name, that's exactly what's going to happen. Between you and me, I don't think you'd come out on top," Sirius said, more bite to his voice than he meant for there to be. He leaned back after noticing how he'd started to go over the table as he talked. He cleared his throat and took a sip. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea." Before he could stand, James's foot knocked against his-- light and purposeful. 

"Stay," he said, tone tinged with pleading, even if he wouldn't admit to it aloud. Hell, he couldn't even make eye contact right now, but the fact that he cared enough to try at all was reason enough for Sirius to stay. 

"Fine, but I want the good stories. None of the sanitized stories you tell to Evans." 

"You think Lily is a lot more innocent in these proceedings than she is." 

"For the sake of her position as Head Girl, I'll pretend that I didn't hear that," Sirius said with a smirk. Honestly, he'd thought that James would be a bit more reserved telling him anything, let alone details that could get another precious Gryffindor in trouble. James and his little group was one thing, Lily Evans was another. "Didn't you two date for a while?" 

James made a face. "I wouldn't call one month 'a while'." 

"You only dated for a month?" Sirius asked incredulously. "Bloody hell. I thought it was more like a year." 

"A year?" James repeated, raising an eyebrow. 

"Yeah." 

"She'd never be able to put up with me for that long." 

"Your mates seem to have put up with you for several years and still want more." Sirius knew that he definitely wanted more, but to be fair to Evans, he'd mostly been watching from a distance. Talking in class didn't really count as spending time together-- unless it was someone he buggering hated, in which case class time was far too much. 

"Yeah but that's friends, not dating. Trust me, they'd get tired of me pretty quickly if we were dating." 

"Maybe you just need someone made of stronger stuff." 

James opened his mouth to retort, probably to say something about how Evans was plenty strong, but he must have caught the look on Sirius's face, because he stopped. Blushed a little and said, "Maybe. Got any volunteers?" 

[shawnsassymendes]

Father’s Day

synopsis: father’s day was always hard for you and your daughter, until Shawn came along.

wc: 1.8k

{Masterlist in Bio}

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Your heart dropped more and more every time your daughter had to explain why her dad wasn’t here to her fellow camp mates.

It was Father’s Day and your daughter’s summer camp was holding a little event where fathers could come and spend the day with the kids. It wasn’t really a camp since it was in the city and she came home every night, but camp nonetheless. There were a few moms here and there, but they weren’t alone like you were.

Evangeline’s father had left before he even knew you were pregnant. When you told him, he insisted it wasn’t his but you knew it was. You managed to take him to court for the child support, but that was the last interaction you had with him. He didn’t even want visitation rights or anything. Didn’t even come to see her when she was born.

“Angel, baby. Come here for a second.” You called to your daughter. She skipped over and saw your knees bouncing, something you did without noticing. 

“Hey, Mama.” She slyly placed a sturdy hand on your knee to stop the nervous tick. 

You smiled softly at her and nodded towards the door. “You wanna leave this place? Have a girl’s day, just you and me.”

“If you want to, but I don’t mind staying.” Evangeline spoke quietly, playing with the rings on your fingers.

“You sure? You’re ok, being here with everyone?” Your hand came up to hold the side of her face, thumb wiping at her cheeks.

“I don’t really care. Not everyone here has a dad, you know. Eddy has two moms. And so does Lizzie. And I got you, so it doesn’t matter. But if you wanna leave, we can leave.” You hoped the empathy your daughter had came from you, because it was the only thing keeping you strong.

“Another half hour and then we can go get ice cream.” Your daughter nodded and gave you a sloppy kiss on the cheek before running off again. 

You made small talk with the other parents in the mean while. Everyone kept asking where the man of the hour was. You were keeping count of how many times they sent you sympathetic looks with a pat to the shoulder after you answered them. 

You didn’t really care for him. That’s not why you were emotional today. Days like this one made you feel like an inadequate parent. Like you needed a partner to raise your daughter. You were raising her in the best way possible for your circumstances. But you saw the way she looked at her friends with their fathers. You knew she wanted someone like that in her life. 

That’s when your mind went to Shawn. Shawn was more than your boyfriend at this point. You hadn’t discussed that yet, but you knew there was something special there. And the way he was with Angel was something else. He was the closest thing your daughter had to a father and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Shawn had been a childhood friend. You were never close, but he fell in love with your daughter when you bumped into him at the grocery store a year ago. 

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Shawn was looking through the boxes of cereal when he saw a little girl squeeze her way in front of him. She did say sorry, he’d give her that. She began to jump to try to reach for the box of Cap’n Crunch that was eye level with Shawn. 

“Excuse me, Mister?” She looked up at him, doe eyes and all. “Can you please help me get the peanut butter Cap’n Crunch?” 

“Sure, honey.” Shawn grabbed the box and bent down to give it to her. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” 

“Evangeline. You’re Shawn Mendes, aren’t you?” She smiled and put her finger to his chest. 

Shawn’s grin grew even bigger when she said his name. He forgot people could be this tiny and know who he was. “I sure am. Where’s your mom, Evangeline?” 

Evangeline looked to the side at the aisle in front of them. When she saw it vacant, her eyes grew wide and her nose began turning red. “She was- She was right there. She musta gone- I have to go find her.” She exclaimed, turning to run off. She had barely moved before Shawn held her little hand in his. 

“You shouldn’t run off alone, honey. Come on, I’ll help you find her.” 

Shawn put her on his shoulders and let her lead the way. After a few minutes of walking around, she told Shawn that she had found her. She pointed you out and Shawn put her down. She ran towards you and you had never felt more relieved.

“Angel, never do that ever again! You scared me half to death!” You wiped away the tears that were running down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I thought- I thought I could go get it and come back super quick.” She said and brought up the box of cereal in her hand. You took it from her and put it on the floor beside you.

“Next time, you tell me what you want and we go together. Okay, baby?” You scooped her up in your arms and stood back up. 

“Okay, Mama.” She pulled your head towards her and whispered in your ear. “Mama, we have to say thank you to Shawn Mendes. He helped me find you.”

“Shawn Mendes?” You looked up and saw a giant man with a familiar face. 

“y/n?” Shawn asked as soon as your face became clearer. “Oh my god, is this your daughter?”

“Uh yeah, this is my daughter Evangeline. But I see you two have already met.” you chuckled. “Shawn Mendes. I don’t think I’ve seen you since-”

“Since high school graduation.” He finished your sentence and nodded.

“Yeah, but I’ve been seeing you all over. Billboards, radio, tv, everything. You’ve been a busy man.” You smiled, putting Evangeline on your hip properly.

“I have, I have. It’s been crazy. And you- you have a daughter! That’s amazing! How old is she?” 

“How old are you, Angel?” You asked your daughter. 

She promptly held up five fingers. “I just turned five!” 

“Five! You’re so grown up!” Shawn replied, playing along. “Angel’s an adorable nickname.” He mentioned as he looked back at you.

“Yeah, it’s in her name. And she’s my angel, you know. She saved me.” Evangeline smiled and gave you a big smooch on your cheek, eliciting laughs from you and Shawn. “Well, we gotta get going. It’s been nice bumping into you, Shawn.” You said after a beat of silence

“Yeah, you too. I hope to see you two around.”

You found yourself bumping into Shawn at the grocery store more often after that. He would never admit this to you but he was going to the store every day after he knew you went to the same one, hoping to see you again. 

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You were pulled out of your little flashback when the parents around you turned to the door and gasped. You looked up and saw Shawn at the door. His eyes scanned the crowd before they fell on you and a smile bloomed on his face.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” He said, pulling you into a hug.

“Shawn, what the hell are you doing here?! You’re supposed to be in Alberta!” You whispered into his shoulder.

“Thought I’d drop by really quick for Evie’s summer camp thing.” 

You should have known not to voice your insecurities about this day to Shawn because he always does this. Swoops in and saves the day when his schedule was already jam packed. 

“Andrew’s going to murder you.” You mumbled as you melted into his embrace.

“He’s waiting outside. We’re getting on the next plane out of here to Edmonton as soon as this is done.” He nodded to the window where you saw Andrew leaning against a large black car.

“When’s your flight back?” You asked, looking back up at him to make eye contact.

“Our flight back is in five hours. That’s enough time for you to pack a bag for the week, right?”

Before you could answer, Angel let out a squeal as she ran towards you and Shawn.

“Shawnie!” She exclaimed. “You’re here!” Shawn grabbed her and pulled her into a bear hug and spun her around. Her giggles brought a much needed smile on your face.

“I missed you so much, I just had to fly back to come and see you.” Shawn told her.

You felt the beady eyes of all the parents on you and Shawn as the whispers flooded your ears.

“Shawn Mendes is the dad?”

“No, he’s just her mom’s sugar daddy.”

“Wow, he really went for a single mom?”

“Mama, we have to go!” Evangeline exclaimed, climbing Shawn’s torso to sit on top of his shoulders. 

“What, baby?” You snapped back into reality. “Go where?”

“Go with Daddy. To Edmaton.” She pleaded, puppy dog eyes on full display.

“It’s Edmonton, Angel.” Shawn chuckled, holding on to her feet to stabilize her.

“You wanna go to Edmonton, baby?” You asked, receiving a vigorous nod on her end. “Guess we’re going then.” 

You wrapped up at the summer camp and started heading out. Evie was saying goodbye to her friends when it hit you. “Shawn.” 

“Yeah?”

“She just called you daddy.” You looked over at Shawn to see the blood drained from his face. 

“What?”

“Evangeline just called you daddy. Back there. She said we have to go to Edmonton with daddy.”

“She called me daddy.” He replied in a breathless whisper. “Oh my god, she called me daddy! y/n, she called me daddy!” He turned to you and pulled you closer to him. 

“You're okay with her calling you daddy?” You asked, placing your hands on his chest, confused by his reaction.

“Only if it’s ok with you.” You felt the warmth in your chest spread. He was prioritising your feelings over his own and it made you fall even deeper in love with this man.

“Of course, love. You’re the best person to be that for her. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” You felt your eyes well up with tears.

“Hey, don’t cry on me. Then I’m gonna start crying.” Shawn chuckled, wiping away your tears.

“I’m sorry, I don’t even know why I’m crying.” You laughed, voice thick with emotion.

“Mama, you ready to go?” Your daughter said as she walked up to you. As soon as she saw your face, she gasped. “Why are you crying? What happened?” 

“It’s ok, Angel. Happy tears, not sad ones.” You said as you bent down to be on her level. 

She looked quizzically at you and Shawn. “You sure?” 

“I’m sure, Evie. Come on, we gotta go home and pack our bags.” You reminded her.

Her face lit up at that. “We’re going to Edmaton!” 

“It’s Edmonton, baby.” Shawn said again, picking her up to buckle her into her carseat. 

“That’s what I said, Daddy.”

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thankyou for reading, my loves. im sorry this was so crappy but i was hit with inspiration and thats a rarity for me lol. ik father’s day was like a while ago but whatever oopsie daisy. anyways feedback is greatly appreciated as always.

[zairapvrker]

Teeth: Vampire!Luke // Chapter 4

Summary: Luke knows the rules and his boundaries, he has respected them for centuries. He knows he should stay as far away as possible from every human on his path. But that was before she came along.

Author’s Note: this is most definitely not inspired by a true story *cough* *cough*. sorry if it’s kind of short.

Warnings: underage drinking, alcohol, the usual high school party fuckery. PLEASE DO NOT DRINK IF YOU’RE UNDER AGE. IT AIN’T FUN. unedited.

masterlist | chapter 3 , chapter 5

Did I like parties? I sure did, I almost never missed one. But did I enjoy sitting on a couch in a stuffy living room filled with roudy, drunk teenagers jumping around and screaming along to the blaring music, beside a couple who was smooching the night away - holding a half empty bottle of beer? Not really. My issue wasn’t particularly with the mainstreem music playing too loud, or the shitty alcohol: it was the fact that I wasn’t enjoying any of it. Usually I’d be the one dancing on the table after just an hour, without a care in the world for the horrible music and likewise horrible drinks. However, right now, the impossible headache I had been dealing with wouldn’t let me go and this sense of pure alienation I was feeling from time to time was coming back.

Nothing was helping my situation, my current whereabouts even less, so I decided to walk outside in hope that some fresh air would help me feel better. Compared to the inside, the backyard felt like heaven - with its much more quiet noises of chattering coming from the few people out here and the muffled music coming from the speakers - so I decided to sit on a lonely deckchair. Looking up at the sky I felt more at ease, still the buzzing in the back of my head I was trying so hard to shush wouldn’t leave me.

“Quite a show, huh?”

“For the love of God!” I couldn’t help but yell, finding Luke now seated at the end of my chair - looking up at the night sky. I didn’t bother reminding him not to startle me like that, somehow I felt like he already knew he shouldn’t.

“What, the stars or that one sophomore who almost smashed his head on the table?” he smirked at my remark, almost laughed.

“That was funny” he allowed. “But I was talking about the stars”

I felt like rolling my eyes, but something in me stopped me from doing so. I wanted to be annoyed with him and, quite frankly, I wished he would just leave me alone already - but a bigger part of me wished that he would never be too far from me. At my prolonged silence Luke turned around to meet my eyes, a single blond curl falling on his forhead, and I had to fight against my own hand - which was ready and itching to put it back in place.

“So, whose house is this?” I asked instead, not without great effort, feeling the need to keep the conversation going.

“Macy’s” he answered flatly.

“The one in art class?” I recalled, still unsure.

“Actually, that’s her sister” he looked frustrated and I could tell he felt uneasy, that he wished I’d said something else but I couldn’t for the life of me know what that was.

So we stayed in silence for a while, observing the scene that played in front of us. I didn’t like the way I felt around him, I decided. As if I was on alert every ticking second, either ready to run or to fall. Every single nerve in my body was waiting for something to happen so that it could react, it was exhausting. The question that was forming inside of my head was stupid, I knew it was, but somehow felt like the only right thing I could ask him. It played over and over, my mind practiced by itself the different intonations that could go along with it until it found what felt like the right one. I didn’t get to ask though, not yet.

“New kid!” a loud girl with short black hair approached us, clearly too happy or very drunk. “Leave this big loser alone and come hang with us” although it was meant to be a question, she didn’t wait for an answer, grabbing me by the hand and dragging me over to her group of friends. I turned around to see Luke sitting there baffled, but with the shadow of a smile on his lips.

“I’m Ashley by the way, these are Mike and Cal” she plopped down on the spot where she was sitting before, gesturing for me to sit beside her. “We decided to come and save you from big bore Hemmings” they all chuckled at that.

“Why, is he a boring guy?” I asked then, as my beer was quickly exchanged for a new fresh one by the boy with blue hair.

“Don’t know. He’s quite a loner, we figured you’d have more fun here with us” the blond shrugged with a smile, bringing his drink to his lips. “Have you talked to him?” he asked after taking a gulp.

“Not more than a few sentences at a time” I answered, then sipping my beer.

“Told ya” the blue haired boy smiled. “He’s a private guy”

The other two laughed quietly and I managed a smile. Most of the night I spent with my newfound class mates, who were actually pretty fun to be around. Multiple times I turned around casually, to check if Luke was still there, and he was. Lounging on the deckchair with his eyes closed, unbothered.

When we decided to call it a night, after even dancing around for a while, things started going downhill. From the inside we felt a commotion and suddenly the music stopped, the lights went out. Alarmed, I turned to the three who were with me and understood from their faces that they knew what was going on. Ashley mouthed “police” to me and then gestured for us to hide behind the foosball table. While crouched down there everyone was dead silent. This would get us nowhere if not arrested once an officer came and checked the backyard. Rolling my eyes I quickly looked around, finding that the backyard had a gate that led to the woods. Gesturing for them to follow me, I started making my way towards it.

“Bea, you’re crazy. We’re going to die” said Michael alarmed.

“Well, it’s either this or calling your parents at four in the morning telling them you’ve been arrested” I shushed him quickly. Luke was nowhere to be found, I noticed. “Does any of you know your way around?”

“I live a couple houses down, we have a backyard like this too. We can sneak into mine” said Calum, that was the best option. Neither Ashley nor Michael looked convinced, but making it out of there was number one priority now.

“Listen, we just follow the other houses’ fences until we get to Calum’s, we don’t need to run into the woods” I assured them. “Can you recognize your house?” I asked the blue haired boy, who nodded seriously. But before anyone could add anything else we heard what looked like an officer opening the glass door. Michael threw the gate open and ushered us all out of there, it closing behind us loudly.

“Who’s there?” we heard calling. With wide eyes and racing hearts everyone stopped dead in their tracks, barely making a sound. When we started hearing footsteps, not clear in which direction, Calum took the lead and started guiding us the right way as swiftly as possible. I heard Ashley sushing Michael after swearing for having stepped on a branch.

Quietly I followed behind Calum, who was marching fast and counting under his breath the roofs of the houses we were passing by. I kept a hand on the wooden fences just for good measure. Looking into the woods was quite scary, even if the trees didn’t start to thicken for a while.

“Shit” hissed the boy in front of me. “What?” asked Michael, sounding worried. “I lost count” admitted Calum sheepishly. “You fucking moron!” hissed then Ashley. “We’re going to die. I knew it, I should’ve stayed and get arrested” started rambling the fringed boy.

I sighed heavily, what the hell did I throw myself into? Meanwhile the hisses didn’t stop and between Ashley trying to keep Michael calm and insulting Calum at the same time, who was trying to defend himself, I tried thinking of a solution. “Do any of you have any battery left on their phones?” I asked, stopping the commotion. Everyone checked and in the end, the dark haired girl handed me hers.

Opening the Maps app I asked Calum for the his house’s street number. “We still need to walk down two other houses” I sentenced then.

“Finally we have a smart friend” cried Michael in joy, hugging me. I laughed quietly, handing the phone back to its owner. The march begun again and reached its stop not too long after.

“Could you unlock the gate faster? Sun’s rising in an hour and a half and I’m not home yet” said Ashley in an attempt to pressure Calum, which almost resulted in another argument -“I’m trying Ashley, do you want to give it a go?”- if it weren’t for Michael deciding to rest his back against it - sighing in despair - and the sheer luck of it already being unlocked, opening under his weight. He cheered despite landing on his butt.

As sneakily as possible we entered from the backdoor and stopped in the kitchen. We looked at each other in the eye and started laughing as quietly as possible, releasing all the adrenaline. “You’re officially part of the group and I hereby pronounce you: the smart one” Michael lifted his glass of water, followed by his two friends, and I smiled rather fondly at them. “I accept the title, sir”

Once I had charged my phone for a while, I decided to call my mom so that she could pick me up. I felt sorry for waking her up at almost five in the morning, but she assured me the whole ride back home that it was absolutely fine and even asked me when I’d go out with my friends again.

“Alright sweetie, try and get at least some sleep” my mom said after locking the front door and walking to her room. I nodded, wishing her a goodnight.

Before getting to sleep though, my mind wandered back to that moment before Ashley had come to sweep me away from Luke and to that question I couldn’t ask him. It kept replaying in my mind again and again, making it impossible for me to find comfort in sleep.

Do I know you?

tags: @keithseabrook27

[bewareofchris]

Help! My plot is stalled!

It’s alright, friends.  We’ve all been there, sitting at a desk or laying in our beds, staring at the screen wondering what in the holy beef jerky has gone wrong because our ability to write has just come to a screeching halt.

We’re uninspired.

We’re unmoved.

We’re incapable of figuring out what happens next.

It’s time like this that our instinct is to grab a machete and start cutting through extraneous characters like a boiled steak knife through Jell-O.  We’re throwing romantic curve balls and car crashes at our protagonist so quickly they don’t have time to recover from one before they’re being traumatized by another.

Sometimes, we think, now is the time to reveal that our beloved Protagonist is actually an alien from another planet who survives by consuming the souls of lap dogs and his insatiable thirst for Pekineses is causing him great distress because the human mate he has chosen for himself has three such delicious morsels.

BUT, never fear my friends.  Here are some ideas to help you get out of that hellish valley of despair and back on track.

Take a break.  Have a snack.  Stretch your limbs.  Go for a walk.  Call a friend who listens to things and explain to them how your story is stupid and you hate it and it won’t move.  You don’t need to let your friend talk at all. Just keep complaining about your story until suddenly you realize what went wrong.

Daydream about what your character would do if you were to suddenly abandon him/her with six kids under the age of 5 at a busy theme park.  Or what he/she would do if they suddenly found themselves trying to talk two very angry kingly types out of starting a civil war because they disagree on which side of their toast to spread butter on.  Put your character in the MOST ridiculous scenario you could possibly imagine.  Make them rationalize their way out of it.  Don’t make it easy.  Six kids under the age of 5 when you’ve never dealt with children is basically hell.  Let your character suffer, and fail, improve and finally win (or at least survive).

Fantasize about beating your characters with a metal pipe.  Imagine their pleas for mercy as they try in vain to remind you that they are fictional constructs and this is not their fault.

Once you’ve cleaned your system of these violent urges toward non-real people, sit back down.  Re-read what you’ve written, if it’s still as bad as you thought it was, here are some actual bits of advice:

Regardless of what Rafiki once said about moving on and forgetting the past, the problem that you are presently experiencing is mostly caused by something that went wrong in the recent events of your story.  Take another look at the latest choices that your main or side characters made and ask yourself if maybe them making A DIFFERENT CHOICE might put your story back to rights.

Take another look at your character and his/her story so far.  Is your character excelling in every facet of his/her life?  Have they faced any obstacles that amounted to more than a mild inconvenience?  Are they generally well-liked?  Respected?  Do they have noticeable faults?  Are these faults presented in a way that allows other people to be annoyed by them?  Have these faults gotten in the character’s way?  If your main character is Too Good and Such Winning or Basically Useless and Always Failing then your story is imbalanced and it can’t move forward because you’re not allowing the protagonist to experience growth and change.

Are there relationships?  Friendships?  Family?  Rivalrys? ROMANCE?  You need relationships of at least 2 different types in a story.  Preferably more.  And they can’t all be the same kind with different names.  And they need to also be developing with your characters.  So Protag makes an unpopular choice with his family but his BFF is loving it and his Romantic Interest thinks it could be good for him.  You have so much material right there!

DO. NOT. MURDER. ANYONE.  Dismemberment is okay if you really want to have to take the time out of your story to focus on the emotional and physical effects that a traumatic event inflicts on your protagonist.

DO NOT MAKE YOUR ROMANTIC INTERESTS HATE EACH OTHER OVER SOMETHING STUPID.  Please.  Please don’t do this.  It’s really just not worth it.  If you make them so angry at one another they’re screaming death threats and then the next day they’re like: I guess we love one another again you cheapen the impact.  If this is a story about overcoming things and growing as people and forgiveness then yes, break them up and get them back together but don’t do it just to have an exciting screaming sequence.  Or do.  I mean, you do you.

Instead of tearing your couple apart, have them get together.  Have them spend a weekend doing silly, childish, amazing things.  Let them smooch, and cuddle, and eat candy together.  Let them waste money they don’t staying overnight in a fancy hotel.

Visit a Significant Character from your Protag’s past because they are in need of comfort and guidance.  Allow them to reminisce about the good old days, and whine about how they don’t feel like they’ll ever be that happy again.  Let your Significant Character hit your Protag with a rolled up newspaper.  STOP BEING A NINNY, PROTAG.  STOP IT IMMEDIATELY.

Give your Protag an unexpected promotion.  You were just a kid that cleaned stables, but we noticed that you’ve got a real way about you that suggests you’re WIZARD MATERIAL.  Build that Protag up, let him feel pride and joy and love.

(And then make the person that promoted him have questionable morals.  Make him vaguely untrustworthy.  Watch your starry-eyed protag battle against a shady man of questionable intentions to see who wins in the end!  But not with the fate of the whole world.  Like the fate of a small village at most.)

Give your Protag the single worst day of his entire life that does not involve physical altercations and/or death.  Maybe he/she pulled a muscle having athletic sex that morning, was distracted by the pain in the shower,got soap in their eyes, limped to the car to find it was out of gas, went to a busy gas station, got coffee that was too cold to enjoy, was late to work, had more work than usual, the pain meds never started working, left his lunch at home, couldn’t buy anything because they ran out of time, had to listen to the Obnoxious Co-Worker next to them complaining about Obnoxious Co Workers Obviously Useless Significant Other for an hour and a half, left work late, forgot about plans to meet up with a friend, got ignored by friend at meet up, comes home and collapses in a pile of self-pity and physical pain and has Significant Other rub their aching pulled muscle and listen to their complaints.

You could do a car wreck, or you could just ruin your Protag’s entire life by having the transmission die in the middle of traffic.

The point I’m trying to get across here is that you have to have a journey that is balanced with ups and downs.  If you’re only going up, or you’re only going down, or you’re not going anywhere at all but straight forward on a 300 mile car trip across a flat surface with no trees, there’s no story there.

You could shoot someone, or you could have your Protagonist do something that injures their relationship with their Best Friend and Confidante.  Then your Protag protests their innocence to the point that it’s obvious they are being Stupid now.  Let them roll around in undeserved pity.  Let nobody else agree with them, and still they refuse to acknowledge they are stupid.  And then let them FINALLY, sort of, a little, admit they were wrong and instead of them offering a half-assed apology and moving on like it never happened, make them work to repair the damage they inflicted.  

Put your Protag in a position where they have to defend a friend/family member or romantic interest in a non-physical way.  Susan from Biology was telling Quentin and Theodore that Protag’s BFF eats his own snot.  And Protag is like OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO GO FIND SUSAN AND SCREAM A STRONGLY WORDED LETTER AT HER.  (or start vicious rumors about her behind her back, and take utterly glee at her humiliation, and then finally think: did I go to far?  I don’t think I went too far.)

DO. NOT. GET. SOMEONE. PREGNANT.  Do you knows what happens when someone’s pregnant?  They end up with a baby.  (Or a miscarriage.)  That pregnancy cannot be handwaved away.  If you’re not here to write about the amazing journey from sex to birth and lifetime of parenting that follows, you are not here to get someone knocked up for the drama.

Sure, let your Protag develop a desperate attraction to someone’s that not the Primary Love Interest but if the Primary Love Interest and Protag already have sexual and romantic tension building between them, maybe let the audience know that this is one of those things where you’re lonely and you want companionship and it’s not really that fair to Someone You Just Met and Now Want to Have Sex With.  Let Primary Love Interest struggle to be supportive.  or let Protag and Primarily Love Interest be mean-spirited little shits and mock the poor Someone You Just Met.

DO. NOT. MURDER. AN. ENTIRE. VILLAGE.  Did a spell go bad?  Did a curse escape?  Did your magical being accidentally create a sixteen foot tall metal horse with a thirst for squirrel hearts?  Remember that wholesale murdering of innocent side characters nobody cares about does effectively nothing for your story.  Don’t kill the entire village.  Let your character freak out because he/she misplaced a curse and ANYONE COULD HAVE IT.  Let them ransack the village developing a reputation as a mad man to find it.  Let him work furiously to develop a cure to the curse and refuse to rest until everyone’s been inoculated against said Curse, and then idk, he finds it on the floor under his work station.  Or, let him realize a curse is missing and he just kind of says nothing while he watches the village to see how effective it is.

SIDE QUESTS, so here me out.  This works best for longer stories and serial type works of fiction, but if your character has only one goal and never any other goals or distractions or purposes or interests you are seriously shooting yourself in the foot.  Don’t focus all your energy on Protag Loves Love Interest.  Protag also has Family Drama.  (Did you hear that Bobert is trying to buy a fucking boat?  A boat!  Why does he need a boat!  He can’t swim.  He’s going to die.  A boat.  A god damn boat.)  Protag has ambitions at work that are being undercut by Evil Boss.  (And anyway, Worst Boss Ever, he just comes over and drops this massive work load on my desk and he smiles at me because the Main Boss is coming tomorrow and my desk will be the only one covered in unfinished work.  What choice do I have?  I can’t quit, I need this promotion, so I stick to it.  I stay late, I work as hard as I can and...)

I know it’s not for everyone but Sex.  Unless your characters are Too Young to have a developed sexuality, that sexuality needs to be in your story.  I mean, if your entire story takes place and Grandma’s funeral, then you probably can skip this one.  But if your story takes place over any length of time, sex and sex-adjacent things need to be brought up.  They don’t need to be graphic.  They don’t need to be gross.  It can be a kiss, or the yearning for a kiss.  It can be a meaningful, flirtatious touch.  It can be the idea of a flirtatious touch.  There can be complaints of a need for flirtatious touches.  To each their own comfort level, but some sense of sexuality and how that is a Driving Urge in your character is also good.

Introduce a Rival.  Go ahead.  Let your uncontested King of Bowling protag meet a New Challenger.  Send them spiral with fear that they may not be top dog anymore.

Force your Protag and Antagonist to form a momentary truce.  Let them come to some understanding of the other that makes their future interactions more difficult.  

Strike your Protag with a Great Unfairness.  They didn’t get the promotion.  They couldn’t pay the bills.  They weren’t selected to be court jester.  They didn’t get to the store on time.  Someone else got to the top of the summit before them and now they’re basically trash to history.

Randomly have your supposed Antagonist turn out to Actually a Decent Guy that you’ve been blaming for all the wrongs in the world because it was convenient and really the actual antagonist can’t be defeated because he/she overpowers you somehow.  But with Actually a Decent Guy and his Surprisingly Nice Friends and you and your friends, you stand a chance.

Push your protagonist into a mud puddle.  Just for shits and giggles, make it so there’s not a dead body in there with him.  Or put one in if you want.  Nothing says ‘happy fun times at plot-stalled high’ like a decomposing corpse where one shouldn’t be.

Break your Protagonists heart, and let there be people that love them.  

Have fun, take your time, embrace the mundane and ridiculous aspects of life.  ALWAYS give your character flaws, and make them aware of them, and let them grow.  That’s the story.  All the other nonsense, the car wrecks and gunshots, and serial killers doesn’t matter in the end.  The reader is looking for Relationships That Matter and Characters that Grow.  Characters that stink of humanity, that reflect something about human beings the reader has met (or the reader themselves).  They want to connect, they want to love your character and they can’t do that if your character is Perfect.  Nobody’s perfect.  Stories stagnate when they can’t grow.  Let your story grow.  Let your characters grow.

[the-monkeies-girl]

Ray williams i fell for him first time he was on screen. Give me smooches and lowkey flirting please! Love your work by the way. Been following since you bh6 days keep up the good work! :D

anyway i cant wait for the movie to come out on blu-ray and so we can get quality gifs of Ray Williams. Have a meet-cute drabble. Reblogs and likes are super appreciated ! Love you guys - Miss. Em.

Title: Trouble at the Troubadour.

Fandom/Movie: Rocketman.

Pairing: Ray Williams x Fem! Reader.

Words: 1,605.

Rating: T. ( Implications of sex. )

Summary: What would happen if you met the young Ray Williams, who was there to keep an eye on Elton John and Bernie Taupin, at Elton’s first gig at the Troubadour?

It’s a literal ‘eyes meet and sparks fly’ sort of moment for Ray. His heart fluttered excitedly, forgetting his surroundings for a moment and the fact that Bernie had been chatting to him a second ago before the music started, before Ray looked at you through a seemingly thick fog of smoke that was a barrier between the two of you. For a second, the young music producer was unsure if you had seen him like he had seen you, so clear in a room full of others, as you were being pushed around by people who were making their way in and out, but the single moment your eyes met, lights shining in your eyes like the sun afterwards as the stage lights above you readjusted and the spotlight found Elton on the stage, something hit the back of your head like a small headache.

He slips. The silky nature of his shirt caused no friction and Ray found himself almost falling straight on his face as he leaned against the wall next to him, trying to appear as calm and collect despite the riot that was stirring inside of his body. The moment Ray looks up, you’re gone and he laughs it off to Bernie who’s currently laughing his ass off but manages to mutter a small ‘are you okay, mate?’ to Ray who replies, “Might need some water, lay off the beer.” Before sliding his way to the bar, playing with the sleeves of his floral shirt nervously as his doe eyes gazed around and tried to spot you in the crowd.

You were lost, or so Ray thought as he leaned against the wood of the bar, his right side being pushed by a boy and girl together as they rocked to the music being played on the stage. Ray noted the song and elevated ‘la-la-la’s that were being sung by Elton so happily and leaned back against the bar, now facing the stage as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“I’ve never heard this song before but I love it!” Ray’s thick eyebrows furrowed at the sound of that voice mixing in with the piano keys and singing floating around him and tightening its grip on his already fuzzy mind. That voice was speaking directly to him as he glanced to to the left and was struck down by a moment of a string of falsetto notes. You. The… The person he had seen across the way, the person who had been looking at him at the exact moment he had been searching for something. Something longing, something obscure, like a treasure map that had been passed down but he ultimately found it in your eyes as you raised your drink and pressed it to your lips and raised one of your hands and waved it along to the melody of the music.

“You…” He cleared his throat and laughed, tossing his head back as his brown hair followed the movement in the clouded room full of cigarette smoke and loud vibrations. It felt like the entire building was shaking with excitement much like his thoughts. “You like it? I brought him here! From The UK.”

“No way,” You giggled and covered your mouth, leaning towards him instinctively to hear his voice over the banging of the keys on the piano, “that’s got to be a line you use to get girls.”

Ray smiled bashfully at that, his slightly drunk mind wrapping around the situation finally as he experimentally put a hand on your waist to keep you near him, not wanting to risk the fact that you could disappear much like you had before. “I’ve got a one way to the party after the gig if that’s proof enough for you. I can even introduce you to him, the singer, I mean. Elton John. I discovered him! I’ve got a keen instinct with talent!”

“Very peachy keen.” Licking your lips, you caught his eyes again and let him know silently that the hand on your waist was welcomed by letting your hips roll towards him, subtly as if someone had bumped into you and you were forced to move closer. 

–

“Wait, wait!” You held up a hand and laughed hard, your upper half hunching forward with a small wheezing laughter that Ray found enchanting and cute, causing himself to laugh alongside with you. The firelight that was in front of you casted shadows against your face and his dilated eyes, which appeared more black now rather than his natural color of brown, admired. The scrunch of your nose, the wrinkles around your eyes and your laugh lines around your mouth, the glimmer of your teeth… Ray studied, much like he often did and he was enjoying. You two had found yourselves at the party that he had promised. A get together of people you didn’t know, other than Ray, Bernie and Elton who you had the pleasure of meeting. And you also had the pleasure of hearing how Ray met Elton and initially introduced Bernie to him to create a great singer and songwriting team. “You seriously laid all your chips on the table for them? For Elton and Bernie?”

“Yes.” Ray said and raised his eyebrows comically, realizing how risky it must have sounded now that he was laying down the fact that he had practically begged on his hands and knees to give them a chance, to convince Dick that Ray indeed had an instinct and sensed their talent. “I know, it sounds— well absolutely bonkers, but you know how some like to gamble? This was my idea of gambling and hey!” Ray licked his lips and chuckled, tilting his head to the side as your fingers idly played with the split open sleeves of his button up shirt. “It paid off! Here we are, America. Just played one rather successful night at the Troubadour! And we’ve still got more!!!”

“Y’don’t think you just got lucky?” You bit your bottom lip and found yourself cradling his fingers in yours tenderly. Ray’s eyes shot down and admired the sensation, how soft and gentle you caressed him with care as if he’d break right in front of you before his dark, doe eyes fluttered back upwards to captivate you into a slow stare. 

“I do-don’t believe so.” He admitted in a hushed voice and despite knowing that there was noise around you two, others talking, the cracking of the fire, the music playing from an unknown stereo, Ray felt as if it were dead silent. “I mean, if it were one time luck then how do you explain how we ended up meeting?”

It was your turn to tilt your head at that as a smile graced your features, your face turning towards the fire for a split second at the implications of his simple words. He was right; call it luck or fate, but you two met eyes and seemed almost destined to meet earlier thus leading you to this secluded moment under the starlight in front of a firepit, detached enough from the party that you felt comfortable enough to let yourself loose in front of him. “That’s a good point, Ray. I guess you’re not lucky and you’re just good at what you do.”

Wiggling his eyebrows at your compliment, you pushed his chest with your free hand and giggled, “Not like that!”

“I didn’t say it.”

“Yeah, but your face!”

“That’s simply my face.” Ray licked his lips and scooted towards you, lifting his hand and gesturing to his face, “That’s just how my face looks.” Now that the attention was drawn to it, you noticed how long his eyelashes were as they looked as if they were brushing against his cheeks as he glanced at your lips. They also shadowed against his rosy cheeks, the silence sinking in comfortably as you moved towards him this time. Ray stiffened momentarily, swallowing audibly when you dropped his hand and let your palm cup his thigh.

“So, you’re not lucky and… That’s just how your face looks.” Humming, you nodded and stifled a laugh.

“If you don’t believe me, we can test my luck.” He suggested, popping his mouth and peering back into your eyes though you didn’t mind the attention his gaze was giving your lips. Hoping that your face conveyed the emotion of ‘go ahead, try me’, your upper half straightened up before leaning towards him, both of Ray’s hands coming up instinctively and cupping your face tenderly between them. “You know, it’s not like me to kiss on the first date.”

“Is that what this was?” You teased, shutting your eyes and allowing him to close the gap whenever he built up the courage to do so. “Thought this was you just gettin’ lucky again.”

“Mmmm. Funny.” He murmured this time from almost gritted teeth before he softened his expression as plump lips rested against yours in a barely there sort of graze. It wasn’t chaste, in fact, Ray seemed to linger as you sunk into it, letting your lips apply pressure against his with a small inhale of satisfaction. Intensity broke out, your hands coming to rest on his chest and idly playing with the buttons around the silky fabric as you moaned, feeling Ray shift in front of you to deepen the kiss, one hand remaining on your face while the other slipped effortlessly into your hair to keep you close even when you pulled away with a small huff. “See? No-not lucky… just…. Good at what I do.”

“Mhm. Keep telling yourself that.” You joked against his mouth, dipping into him for another kiss.

[georgipopovich-voiceblog]

consensual smut between srik and georgi pls?

“Are you sure…?” Georgi asks, for the eight hundredth time, as he wraps his arms around Serik’s broad shoulders. His voice is rasped from already heavy breathing, though, his red face is hard to distinguish from embarrassed, and exhilarated. “We don’t have to do anything. I’m content with a quiet night in. No sex involved.”

Grunt. Serik’s dark eyes shift to look at the Russian, raising a thick brow to his wary words. “I’m starting to think you don’t want to do this.”

It hadn’t helped that Serik’s fingers were already in place between his legs, some place that a person hadn’t been in legitimately two years. Georgi’s only touches had been his own fingers, and any toys he would bring along with him into the nest.

“Bah.” He shakes his head roughly. “It’s not that! I don’t want you to do something you don’t want, is all. You aren’t here to please me.”

“Georgi… I know.” Serik rumbles in the room. As the large man pulls his hand back, three fingers soaked in slick, he stands up straight. He earns a gasp in that respect to the motion of being empty. “I’m not disgusted by sex. I simply don’t feel it as much as other people. You asked me to do this, and I’m in a mood where I’m able to do it. Let me take care of you. I will feel fine, and I promise you that.”

Despite the fact that Serik has explained this in multitude, Georgi still feels the anxiety rising in his throat at the mention of sex with someone asexual. Serik is his first partner who has openly told him that he is ace. Though, they have spent intimate moments together, in their attempt to have children, Georgi still felt as though he needed to ask each time, to make sure Serik was alright with it. The intimacy being how they have seen each other naked, while in the fertility clinic, and how the alpha helps him through his rough heats.

 Though, now, it’s for both selfish purpose, and breaking the ice.

 “If you’re certain…” The Russian nods, as he props up on his elbows. “I just don’t want you to feel obligated. I know your history.”

 “My history is different than it is now. You don’t expect it out of me. If we’re going to try for a baby during your heat, it’s important to know what you’re like sexually, in and out of said heat.” The large man looms over him, pressing an encouraging kiss to his cheek. “I am willing to give you anything, but I wouldn’t if I didn’t want to. You do remember that I care for you, yes?”

 “….. Y….. Yes.” He mutters in response, gulping down the lump in his throat as he takes his own hand to Serik’s hair, running the fingers through it, as though to ground himself. Serik was right, obviously. “I care for you too.”

 “Then, let me do this for us.” His voice urges on the last word, to show he wanted this. Perhaps it would help Georgi feel at ease.

  For the quiet moment of contemplation, the ringing of his ears felt loud enough to make his whole head vibrate.

 So then, he nods.

 “Okay. I’m sorry for asking so many times.”

 A soft smile is joined by an equally gentle breath through his partner’s nostrils. “You’re doing it to make me happy. That, in itself, is good.” Leaning down, Serik presses a kiss to his jawline, hoping to ease him of his tension. It seems to work. Georgi reaches up to the larger man’s shoulders, to take grip of his own strong boyfriend. “Besides, I like it too, in small doses. Especially from you….”

 “You do….?” Georgi asks, between little smooches.

 “I love it.” He responds. “I especially love it when you call me yours.”

 That brought a small smile to his face, tracing fingers down his arms, and then to his lover’s sides. “You are mine. And I’m yours.”

 “I know, I adore it.” He smiles in response.

 His long arms were decorated with muscle, hidden under a layer of soft skin, cushioned for the one he held dear. As they snake their way around Georgi’s trunk, he, in return, pulls him close to press lips against his mate’s. Perhaps there wasn’t a sensuality to some kisses, and there didn’t need to be.

 Serik was perfect.

 Especially for Georgi

 “On your back.” The Russian gasps, in between the tender touches. “Please…? Let me be the one to do the work.”

 There’s hardly any hesitation, the alpha turns onto his back, allowing Georgi to swing his leg over his hips.

 He had no more patience, if they weren’t actively doing what was making him nervous, he would never get past it.

 Georgi rises as his hand comes between Serik’s legs, to gently start stroking at it. His head bows down to Serik’s breast for a moment, taking a nipple into his mouth carefully. He had to remember what he was told, how Serik was difficult to excite. Though, there was a gentle stirring in his hand as he did this, perhaps it would be easier than he thought.

  Serik was sitting up while this delicious man was on his knees, crouched down with his needy cheeks in the air, spread open and easy to reach with his long arm as he slides his sturdy hand between his cheeks to grope at him.  His fingers fiddle until he finds that tender entrance that tenses at the touch for just a moment, and as the bottom’s tongue is at work, he groans against him.  One strong, yet soft thrust later, his middle finger slides from the tip to the knuckle into his tightness.  How he moves his hips back against his hand made the Kazakh man throb into the maw of his lover

  He was rewarded with a gentle grunt by Serik, who kept a hand on Georgi’s side, as though to encourage him to keep going, to keep him calm. It was working.

 Andrei’s advice continued to profit him, as he doesn’t bite, merely pursing his lips to knead the nub against his tongue, keeping his gaze up on the man he leans over. There’s another twitch, it was getting ever so slightly harder. It’s strange, having to gauge what was working for a partner through this.

 Erectile dysfunction must be difficult to have for people who aren’t asexual, though, Serik seems okay with it, save for the times they have to go get the semen samples for the IUI. If anything, one of the problems he had been warned about was the inability to knot, one of the ways to surefire make certain that they stay attached, and higher chances of pregnancy as a result.

 The lack of a stable knot could cut their chances entirely.

 Now isn’t the time to think about making babies, though.

 Right now, they’re just getting to know each other’s bodies. He leans up from one nipple, to go to the next, scooting, so he can reach the length between Serik’s legs, that slowly hardens, at a snail’s pace. Next were the ears, gently tugging on them with his teeth, pressing kisses at his jawline and neck in the process.

 It did take a good list of activities, before Georgi could feel the sustainable throb in Serik’s skin to show he wouldn’t go soft again in another moment. He was doing a good job, his alpha was still willing and able. There wasn’t a turn back point, but there would always be a stopping point if someone so decided there would be one.

 The huffs that escaped his chest when he felt the teeth bite onto his earlobe were tottering, but come with a smile.

 It took a soft set of digits that would toy with the velvet skin of his perineum.  They would stroke momentarily, before traveling up, still. Serik’s attention seems to be based somewhere similar, as he reaches his hand around Georgi’s waist to grip at each muscular cheek. He was trying. Georgi could tell.

 Serik was not a sexual man, obviously. His open pride of his asexuality, mixed with his not so proud admission of erectile dysfunction, didn’t eliminate experience.  The man’s previous partner had been an entirely different kind of person in the bedroom, and they were together a good while. Obviously, Serik had, at some point, pleased the man.

 Once he settles back on his lap once more, Georgi takes a deep breath, reaching behind him to press the tip against his entrance. Serik’s face was just as red as Georgi’s. “Still good….?” He asks quietly, pausing his hips as he feels that fat tip catch onto his hole, that fingers had stretched endlessly before.

 Huff. “Still good.”

 Those hips gently move up, mostly to get comfortable, though…. The sensation of a slight thrust upwards did startle Georgi ever so slightly, as he pushes down his hips.

 Serik’s hands ease onto his waist, to comfort him with the initial entrance, it did very little. He was tense as a rock.

  Hearing his lover practically beg for him gives Serik goosebumps; leaning forward, the tense muscles attempt to relax, pushing against the fleshy ring they’ve stretched for what feels like forever to take his girth, yet it still feels so taut as he slides halfway in.  “Oh…fuck……”  Georgi’s nails dig into the blankets as he feels his chest try to take in a deep breath, and he lets it out in a shaking shuddery moan from below.  Heat in his gut, the drip of precum that is sliding down his thigh as his legs tense up, he’s closer than he’d like to admit from finishing “S-Serka….” He gasps out, as he pushes his hips all the way down, fingers already trembling. Georgi places his hands on his abdomen to steady himself. “Fuck, you feel big…..” A breathless chuckle escapes him.

 “Too big….?” Serik asks, restraining his own voice from the sensations he felt as well. He knew of Georgi’s past lover, how Oskar was a bit too much for him, and Serik wasn’t far off in size comparison.

 The man didn’t understand that size did not mean pleasure. Repeatedly slamming into a hole didn’t do much for Georgi, there had to be motions.

 “N-No….” He shakes his head, determined to see this through. “J-Just fine, just fine… It’s just…. Been a while.” Two whole years, in fact. His first partner had been Anya, a whole nine year relationship with her. She knew his body, he knew hers, and proficiently, they satisfied one another…. Then, after that break up, came Oskar. Oskar was not a bad person in bed, he could be great at times…. Though, Georgi often found himself cramped after their trials together. Hell, once or twice, there had been a tear.

 He’s suddenly very aware that Serik did an incredible job prepping him. There wasn’t pain, in this moment, simply the sensation of being uncomfortably full.

“I-I’m good to move.” Georgi’s hips rise up, as he begins a gentle, slow grind against his boyfriend. Dual intentions gather within Georgi, as he does so. One part of him simply wants to feel what it’s like to have sex with someone again, having been in a dry spell for so long, he considered it a drought. Another inkling in him had encouraged him to swirl his hips, to slide down at angles, trying to make sure they didn’t need extra lube.

 He must make sure he’s not going too far, Serik is too kind to him already. The encouragement was mostly fear that he would do something wrong, that his ace partner would be scarred for life from this.

 Though, Serik doesn’t look disgusted, as Georgi had expected.

 The man’s eyes were fluttered shut, his grip on his thighs firm, his breath unsteady. It looked like he was enjoying himself. Of course, he’s been informed, though, he still worries. This was something they had agreed on for weeks, having discussed it in great detail, having even planned this whole night out for it.

 Hell, Georgi almost bought lingerie for it, if he could have made up his mind. The purple and black looked like he was about to dress up for a gang bang on Halloween night, and the red and white made him want strawberry pie.

 That red face was not the face of man who desired makeup, and jewels, and lace, and corsets…..

 All it came down to simply, was that he wanted Serik to see him and his body, the way it had grown during the time they spent together. Fertility medications, heat foods, depressive days off, all added up to a softer body than he intended. Serik didn’t find sexual attraction in people, he never looked at someone and thought about how he needed to be with them. The man didn’t look to Georgi and find him attractive in the way where he felt the urge to suggest they go to bed together. He couldn’t tell if it was comforting or not. Though, he hadn’t wanted things to cover his body in order to be more sexual to him, it didn’t feel right. All that felt right, was that Serik would get to see his body the way nature intended him. Perhaps he’s not in his physical prime, but the man looked at Georgi, and saw someone he wanted to be with.

 That’s enough.

 Wheeze!

 Already overwhelming.

 Never had Georgi been this nervous having sex, all the while being content. His strong legs creased where the muscles could be visually seen, each line of him being stroked by the fingertips of his partner, who seems just about out of breath and nervous as himself.

 Georgi presses back against him, his body swallowing the remaining inches that were left out, letting out a moan of delight that Serik savors with the combination of his tight pucker.  He pulls forward until his cock is halfway out, and then presses back again; Georgi was fucking himself against his boyfriend’s hips.  Right. Georgi had experience, he had to remember that he wasn’t a shy virgin, like he was acting in the beginning, his breath catching in his throat as he starts to meet halfway with his own thrusts.

 “Gosha….” Serik utters, “You look overwhelmed…..”

 “I-I am….” Even his voice cracks in the response. “But…. I need it.”

 Such a simple smile appears on his face when he hears such a desperate whine, buried deep in him, knowing he’s the source of such a beautiful man to smile so wearily, a handful of minutes into their activity. He slowly leans forward, setting his hands to his shoulders and gently clawing down his back, thrusting in deep as he goes. The reaction was priceless, that squeak came out with his shivering body aching for more, his face grows redder and warmer.

 And god how he squeezed down, it’s overwhelming, exciting, absolutely intoxicating.  Serik does not seek this feeling out, but when he feels it in moments like this, he’s assured that he can still please, and feel good in return. He reaches forward as he grinds into him with deep thrusts, his hand takes a grip on his length as he uses that leakage to lube his fingers and strike at him.

 Serik didn’t want to muffle those noises, but if they weren’t in a house alone, someone in a room around them would know what’s going on, as that whine that pressed into the bedroom air was loud enough.

He rolls his boyfriend down, switching positions with haste, the moment he sees the opportunity. It’s not that Serik didn’t want Georgi to ride him, but, he wants to show his own side of himself. He needed to show him that he can make effort and enjoy himself in this too.

 Georgi’s little yelp into the air was accompanied by the whine of a new angle pressing deep into him, in all the right places.

 The hunger in his gut was so quiet when he didn’t have these foreign touches to his body before, yet, now as he feels them again, it awakens the starved sensation within him. He needed it.

 He needed Serik.

 The omega braces his head back against the blankets, blue eyes switching from the content nervous expression, to a lost cause. He had worried so much, only to be thrust into delight. The bulb of his knot was forming, an ever so uncommon sight to see outside heats or ruts.

 “G-Gosha…. Is this alright….?”

 “Y-Y…aaahhhhh…” Georgi was lost in the words, he could barely say anything as he feels his body tremble, his cock was throbbing in his hand, he was ready.  The pressure that built up in his gut was like a dam about to break, it made him bite into his blanket, the shifted angle exposing the welts of the scratches in his skin.  “S-Serrriii-aaaaaahhh…..” He cries again, this time with a gasp as he feels the release explode from him.  The sheets are painted in the white as he cums, pressed against his lover’s hips while clenching; he could nearly see stars.

 The taller man stops thrusting to keep inside him, and he lets Georgi ride through his sudden orgasm as he strokes at him, watching his eyes fluttering in excitement; but he stays to feel how he pulsates around his thickness that still sits there. “Y-You’re good….?”

 “Y…ghnnggngn….” He groans, nodding, as his hips sputter against him drastically

 “Ah……. I don’t think I’ll last longer either, Gosha….”

“P-Please…. Don’t hold back…” Georgi whines into the blankets, he himself is barely able to think of anything else but know his lover is sated, the hot grunts filling the air, how his full gut felt unbearably good.

 “A-As you wish…” Serik grunts, pulling out from those narrower hips, then back against his own, closing his eyes.  He’s drunk on this overwhelming feeling that surges through his body as he pounds into the smaller man.  His knuckles are clutching hard enough to shade white, they slide into the small of his back, digging down into his cheeks again.

 Georgi, despite being post orgasm, slaps against his waist tiredly, the overstimulation that rubs against his sensitive taint as he’s already spent makes his legs shiver uncontrollably.  As Serik’s wave of heat slams into his nerves, he’s shuddering and unsteady in his thrusts, legs burning from the rough and awkward way the muscular boys slap against each other.  They slow to a grind as the feeling of throbbing warmth escapes, he throats a groan that sounds like the form of a sob as his lover is filled with the spunk he’d been feeling burn through him during their moments of passion.

Locked.

 Somehow, the rare knot that Serik had was able to lock within him, during this orgasm managed to push into him. Georgi’s voice strains as he feels the surge push into him, gripping at the blankets with a tremble in him, as the splash of warmth began to fill him. His toes curl, his legs quake, his voice whines.

 There was no holding back.

 He was in love with the act once more, something he didn’t think he would feel with another person for the rest of his life. Georgi thought there would never be a moment he wanted to share something like this with a person again, and yet, here he is with Serik. This man who grunts like a bull, as he grips at those thighs in a bruising force.

 Uneven strokes that are incomplete, due to the bulb of his knot, press against Georgi, as he looks down upon him, dark eyes finding a calm focus by looking to the face of his lover.

 He settles, as his arms snake around the smaller figure of the omega, and pull him close.

 “Th-There……. Are you alright….? That was fast, I know.”

 “W-….W-Who cares….?” Georgi asks, voice shot with rasp. “I-I haven’t had sex in two years, th-this was phenomenal…… Oh, god… careful of the knot….. You’re bigger than I thought…”

“Sorry…” He nods, setting him down gently. “I didn’t think I would get a knot, maybe it’s because we’re doing this close to my rut….? It should only be a few more weeks.”

 “Shhh….” He huffs, looking up at him. “Don’t apologize…. I needed that….. I feel incredible…….. Thank you……”

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

Submitted by: yumiponypup

Excerpt from Wildstar’s Pride

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Implied Attempted Suicide, Depression

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“Are you ready Wildfang?”

The tom paused, and took a deep breath, turning to face the toms that he brought with him.

“Not like I have much of a choice Rabbitsong,” he sighed, not at all ready. Smallrunner pressed his nose into his shoulder, giving his mate comfort before the ceremony.

“You’ll do just fine Tiger, I know you will.”

With that, Wildfang approached the Star Spire, and pressed his nose to the cold surface.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a dark, yet also somewhat glowing area. He got up and started to wander, having no clue what he was supposed to do past the spire. He let out a very manly scream that was totally not from fear when he was tackled to the ground by something not bigger than he. He swiped at his attacker, but stopped when he heard that voice he missed so much.

“I know it’s been years Wildfang, but I would have hoped you would still recognize my scent,” purred Icegaze. The warrior released him, and let out a hearty laugh that one wouldn’t expect from such a scrawny tom.

“In my defense you don’t exactly have a scent, it reeks of monster fumes near the spire…” Wildfang paused, lurching towards the tom, “I missed you dad,” he mewed.

“I’m always keeping my eye on you boy, but you know why I’m here. I believe your clanmates would rather have you before sunrise,”

Wildfang straightened up, and let go of the breath he wasn’t holding. He held his head down to level with Icegaze, and gained the first life of many to come.

“With this life, I grant you compassion, use this wisely, I shouldn’t have to explain this to the badger I call a son,” chuckled the older tabby, who promptly received a playful swat from the younger.

Wildfang shivered, he wishes his coat was thicker. It got warmer with his mother taking a seat under his chin. Not wanting to keep him waiting, she held her nose towards her son, waiting for him to meet her halfway. Wildfang held back a snort, and complied.

“With this life I grant you friendship, use it to make great a closeknit clan and keep the bonds holding it together stronger than ever before,” Specklefall purred, and kissed her son’s nose. Wildfang returned the favor by smooching her head, hoping he looked groomed so she wouldn’t fuss about it.

He missed the warmth, but knew Acornkit was in his tail, trying to find a warm spot. The little kit bit him and he had to refrain from jumping, she was no bigger than a mouse compared to her much larger brother. “I thought I scented mischief, what do ya got sis?” The tortiseshell stuck her tounge out, but pressed her nose to the elder.

“With this wife, I gwant you pwotection. Use it to fight to defend youw cwanmates as if they wewe youw own chiwdwen, Siwvewpewt knyows they'ww nyeed it.” Wildfang felt a much more intense warmth, and now finally understood what the other leaders meant when they mentioned burning. He felt like shredding ears.

With the kit fading out to who knows where, Paledream enters, and looked almost too happy to be near Wildfang again. “I’m so happy to finally see you,” purred the grey tabby. Then it hit him, he could finally see what he looks like now, he forgot he could only see him when he was a kitten planning to be his apprentice. Paledream suddenly pulled away and touched his nose.

“With this life, I give you healing, use it to bring a new kind of knowledge to your clan, poor Rabbitsong would thank you for it.”

Wildfang was about to comment, but was hushed by a sudden Littlemist pressing his nose to his. Wildfang pushed him away quickly, needing to recover from being startled. Paledream, who hasn’t left yet, chatised the tom for doing that. Wildfang recovered, and met him again, on his own terms.

“With this life, I grant you leadership, use it to, well, lead. I have so much faith in you, I believe in your strength Fangface.”

Littlemist and his mate faded away, leaving Cloudstar in their place. He was about to say something but Wildfang cut him off with a tackle hug, which was happily returned. Cloudstar backed away, stretching, before continuing with the ceremony.

“With this life I grant you the gift of mentoring, use this to both teach others and learn from those you inspire.” The living cottonball named Cloudstar rested his chin on his old apprentice’s head, remembering what he was going to say. I should have named another warrior to mentor you, Rainstar was a mis-“

"You were dead, it’s not like you could’ve done anything about it, and Stormstar pretty much took me from him so it’s not all bad…” Wildfang trailed off, wishing that Rainstar was never brought up, but recollected himself to prepare for the next cat.

Cloudstar left with an apology, but the IslandClan cat arrived with another. “Wildfang I’m so sorry to have dragged you into that mess it was my fault you-” Wildfang stopped him from speaking with his paw, his pale blue eyes soft with worry. “Flamepoppy, you have been forgiven, I never blamed you for what happened and besides, why would I leave my best friend to rot in a cave?” Flamepoppy started to cry, and pulled the much bigger warrior into a hug. Wildfang pet his head while this occured. The black and ginger tom was soon joined by his mate, a Queen if memory serves. Wildfang nodded to the she-cat who left too soon. “You look even stronger than I remember,” purred Daisyskip, her nearly white eyes shining with starlight. “Come closer child, we don’t have the entire night to waste time with idle chatter,” Flamepoppy let an amused meow escape his muzzle, but quickly corrected himself when he seen the pair watching him. The couple approached, and pressed their noses to his cheeks.

“With this life we grant you Justice and Loyalty, try to both find it and grant it to others, and to show your clan that you aren’t what they may fear you to be,”

The mates left, leaving Wildfang alone once more. He counted the cats who came to see him, but something was wrong… there were only eight cats that gave him a life, and two gave him one life… that added to only seven lives from the Stars.

“You always were the smart one,”

His eyes shot up to meet the ones he hasn’t seen since he was an apprentice. He let his walls down, and started sobbing at the sight of his old denmate. He hasn’t told anyone but Stormstar the truth of what happened, he thought Smallpaw was mad at his mistake. His legs gave out, and he fell forward, spared from the ground by an oddly warm body catching him. Smallpaw knew that Wildfang would’ve been upset after the cave-in, but it looks like he never actually accepted that he was actually gone.

Wildfang shuddered, wrapping his forelegs around the shorter tom. Time was of no concern to him. He wanted to stay and keep Smallpaw in the embrace, but the other pulled away, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Those damned eyes, they looked so lifeless yet showed so much life behind them.

“You know we can’t stay,” Wildfang nodded.

“You know why I’m here,” He nodded again, ears tilting back slightly.

“Did you know that I’m not mad at you?” He didn’t.

“Did you know that I was never mad at you?” No.

“Did you know that he loves you?” He paused, not responding.

“You know,” He does.

“You love him too,” He has to admit that he’s right.

Smallpaw pulled Wildfang in for a quick hug, and they met in the middle.

“With this life I grant you Strength. Not for combat, but for being the leader of a Clan who may not want you to be theirs. For being a shoulder to cry on, and to listen to the voice others may not hear. To have the ability to cry when you need to, and to admit when you are weak. May the Stars grant you safe passage home, my sweet,”

One voice faded to many, as if every star was cheering to him.

“Wildstar!”

[scuzmunkie]

Run, Little Rabbit, Run: Chapter 6

A/N: Oh my precious, darling, little pumpkins!! You are all so amazing!! I look forward to all of your comments and I cherish each and every one of them!! I can’t tell you how much they mean to me!! Every heart, reblog and comment are so dear to me as are each of you! I absolutely love all of you and can’t thank you enough for the support you all continue to show me!! As always, please lmk if there are any mistakes and if you’d like to be added to the tag list!! And now I give you chapter 6, enjoy! Smooches!! Baron Corbin x OFC Word Count: 3000+ (I got a little carried away) Warnings: Language, y’all if terminal illness and thametic elements. Summary: Run, Addie, the Constable is coming for you..... +++ Baron watched Addie as she stared at her phone, poking her pasta. Cole’s words ringing in his ears, ‘She’s your luna.’ He couldn’t get them out of his head. His wolf all but howled at the revelation. It had been almost two months since that night, leaving him with seven months at best to make a decision. ‘She is ours!’ His wolf growled out, interrupting Baron’s thoughts. ‘She’s dying. She’s not going to survive long enough to be our luna.’ Baron reminded his wolf. ‘But WE can save her, you stubborn asshole!’ He screamed causing Baron to wince. ‘BUT WHAT IF I KILL HER?!’ Baron gasped and felt his heart clench at his admission. ‘What if I get my hopes up and she dies. No... it’s better to just keep my distance than allow myself to get close to her and lose her.’ His wolf understood Baron’s fears and pain. It was rare for a wolf to have a mate nowadays. Soulmates were a fairy tale anymore, something their ancestors had. Modern wolves simply fall in love like humans do. The fact that Baron was given a mate that was not only human but dying as well was a cruel, sick joke from the moon goddess. ‘But what if we save her? What if she lives? We could watch her change, watch her take her first run as a wolf and watch her belly grow with our little ones.’ His wolf pleaded with Baron. Just as Baron was about to answer, his attention was stolen by the sound of Addie’s laughter. Looking in her direction, he saw Dolph had joined her. Allowing his anger to get the better of him, Baron bent his fork in half. It seemed that anywhere Addie went, Dolph was right there. Even if Baron wanted to get close to her, Dolph found ways to sabotage that. Word had spread to a few that Addie found out about the existence of the supernatural. Dolph was one of the few who found out and used that to his advantage. Baron saw just how far Dolph would go to ruin any chances he had with Addie a week and a half ago. —- Baron was quietly talking with Ruby Riot, one of his trusted pack members, when an infuriated Addie stormed up to them. “Who the hell do you think you are?!” She yelled at him, turning to Ruby, “I’m so sorry Ru-Ru, could I talk to Baron a minute?” She asked with so much kindness that Baron couldn’t believe that this same woman just screamed in his face. Ruby looked at Baron, trying her hardest not to laugh. She could tell that he was in deep shit and wanted nothing more than to stay and watch him get reamed. Ruby quickly pecked Addie on the cheek and walked away, but not before mouthing ‘you’re screwed’ to Baron behind Addie’s back. Once she was gone Baron turned his attention to the seething makeup artist. “Ok, you wanna tell me-“ “NO! You don’t get to speak! I think I’ve been pretty compliant with your wishes, I haven’t said anything to anyone and I’ve steered clear of the woods!! Would you agree?!” By now she was toe to toe with Baron, who simply nodded. “Then imagine my surprise when I got to the parking garage and found my back tire completely flat because of four CLAW marks! What gives you the right?!” She yelled, pushing him with all her might only to have him barely budge. He was so confused. Baron would never do that to her, so why think it was him? “I almost missed a very important doc-“ she quickly cleared her throat, “meeting! Had it not been for Dolph I would’ve missed it completely! Even he thought that they looked like claw marks!” And there was his answer. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Dolph was the one who slashed her tire in hopes of being her knight in shining armor. He also led Addie to believe that Baron was the culprit because he used all four of his claws instead of just one in hopes to incriminate Baron. He could feel his wolf getting angry at the thought of Dolph moving in on his mate. “Look, I’m sorry about your tire, I really am, but I didn’t do it.” “Oh really? Hmmm. Let me think.” She said sarcastically as she tapped her chin, “Who else here a) hates me and b) is a werewolf? Any guesses, Fido?” She said, looking him deadass in the eyes. Baron had to admit that she looked damn hot when she was pissed, his wolf loving her fiery glare. He started to fill Baron’s head with all the ways he could ‘tame’ her earning him a ‘not now, asshole’. Sighing, he decided to pop her little world. “First of all, I don’t hate you.” She scoffed at his confession. “Second, little rabbit, there are more of us here than you think and not just werewolves.” He smirked at Addie’s visible and audible gulp. “Third, stay away from Dolph, he’s bad news.” “Please, he’s a better man than you. At least he doesn’t treat me like some inconvenience.” She mumbled the last part. Groaning, Baron rubbed the back of his neck. It seemed that Dolph already had his hooks in her. “Listen, I just need you to promise me you’ll be careful, especially around Dolph.” He outstretched his hand, “Give me your phone.” “Uh, why?” Addie stared at him bewilderedly. “Please? I swear no funny business.” Hesitantly, Addie placed her unlocked phone in Baron’s open palm. She watched as he quickly typed away. Satisfied, he gave it back to her. “There, you have my number now. I need you to promise me you’ll call me if there’s anything out of the ordinary.” She just stared at him. “Adelina, promise me!” “Ok, ok! I promise. Why do you care tho?” She asked, making Baron inwardly wince. “Just be safe.” Annoyed at his lack of an answer, Addie curtly nodded and walked away, leaving a pining werewolf in her wake. “You can come out now.” Baron said, looking at a dark corner. “Sorry, I just really wanted to see her rip you a new one.” Ruby said, stifling her laughter. “Now, how the hell did she find out about us?” Huffing, Baron gave her the shortened version of what happened. “Wow, careless much?” She said, taking joy in Baron’s predicament. “Watch it!” He growled out, his wolf taking over at her disrespect. “Sorry alpha.” She quickly said, not wanting him to lose his shit. “Good.” He nudged her head with his, “I need you to do me a favor. I need you to keep an eye on Addie especially when Dolph’s around. I don’t want him pulling the same old shit he always does.” —- Addie sat with Dolph, laughing at his ridiculous stories, when she noticed Baron storming out of catering. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt a pull towards him, stronger than some silly crush. “You with me, cutie?” Dolph asked, gently placing his hand on hers. “Y-Yeah, sorry. Just a lot in my mind.” She smiled. “So, I was wondering if you wanna go for a walk ‪tomorrow night? It’s supposed to be a lunar eclipse. I was thinking we could bring a blanket, find a nice spot and watch it together? What do you say?” He asked, placing his hand on hers. “Um, sure. That sounds like fun!” Dolph pulled her hand towards his lips but was interrupted by someone putting their plate right between them, forcing Dolph to release Addie’s hand. “Hey guys! Mind if I sit?” Ruby asked as she plopped down between them. Irritated, Dolph stood, glaring at Ruby, who was sporting a shit eating grin on her face. No doubt Baron had told her to watch over Addie. She seemed to pop up whenever Dolph got a little close for comfort. Before leaving he turned to Addie. “See you ‪tomorrow night‬, cutie.” He said, winking at her then walked away. “So, you two seem to be getting kinda close.” Ruby blurted out while popping a strawberry in her mouth. “Oh, I mean I guess. He’s been nice, a little much at times, but...” Addie trailed off. “But he’s no Baron.” Paige blurted out as she joined them, sporting a pair of dark sunglasses with a sliver hydro flask in her hands. “Geez! Say it louder, why don’t you, for those who didn’t hear you!” Addie whisper yelled. “Ok, ok, sorry love!” Paige said, although her smirk said otherwise. “What’re you doing here, babe?” Addie asked Paige, who was usually on Smackdown. “Oh, creative wanted to film a segment between Baron and I but decided last minute to nix it, so now I’m here with you lovelies!” She explained, watching as Ruby cuddled into Addie’s side. Addie had begun to notice as of late that Ruby had become more physical than usual. Constantly hugging her, increased kisses on her cheeks, forehead and nose, or snuggling up to her if they sat next to each other. Addie didn’t mind tho. Growing up an only child, she never had the joy of siblings. Bless Ruby tho, she tried to contain herself, she really did, but itt was difficult for her. She could feel Baron’s unacknowledged love for Addie through the pack bond which in turn made Ruby feel so much affection for her as well. Unbeknownst to the outside world, the love a pack has for their luna is extremely strong and is stronger than their love for their alpha. She is the mother of their pack, the heart. The only thing that can calm down an angry alpha with just a simple touch. Any pack member would gladly die for their luna and alpha. Clearing her throat, Ruby looked at Addie, she couldn’t get that strange scent outta her mind. Leaning closer, Ruby pressed her nose into Addie’s neck, inhaling deeply. Had she been a lesser wolf, like say a rogue, she would’ve missed it completely.  “Hey” Addie giggled, “what are you doing?” Playfully pushing Ruby away. By now Nia, Alexa, Alicia and Nattie had joined them, all laughing at Ruby’s strange behavior. That was, until she sat up straight, tears brimming her eyes. “Ru-Ru, what’s wro-“ “You’re sick.” Was all she said. Everything fell dead silent. Addie felt her heart drop as she stared at Ruby, confused to high hell at how she found out. “What are you talking ab-“ she tried to play it off but Ruby was having none of that. “You’re. Sick.” She repeated, this time with a little force as a bastard tear slid down her cheek. “H-How did you find-“ but before she could finish her sentence, Ruby’s eyes flashed a brilliant gold. Sighing, Addie looked down, remembering Baron telling her that there were more wolves and supernatural creatures out there. “You’re a werewolf too, huh?” Addie asked. She looked around the table at the faces of her friends. None of them seemed surprised by Ruby’s small transformation which could only mean one thing; they were of the supernatural world as well. “Are you all werewolves?” She whispered. “I am. I belong to Baron’s pack.” Nia said proudly. Addie had no idea that Baron was the alpha!! “Ew, no.” Alexa said, a ‘disgusted’ playful look on her face. “I’m a pixie!” Removing her sunglasses, Paige revealed blood red eyes and a dazzling smile complete with two razor sharp fangs. “Vampire, m’love! My eyes are only red when I’m feeding.” She said, jiggling her flask, snickering as Addie tried her hardest not to grimace. “This may not come as a surprise, given my love for cats and all, but I am a werecat.” Nattie announced. “I’m a witch! I belong to Aleister’s coven. I’m sure that doesn’t shock you one bit’ him being a warlock. I mean his name is pretty fitting ‘Aleister Black’. It only makes sense! He also happens to be my husband. We don’t tell many people outside of the coven, but don’t tell anyone or I’ll have to turn you into a toad!!!” Alicia giggled as Addie’s jaw dropped. “I’m just kidding.” The girls giggled at Addie’s reaction, loving that she was trying to keep a calm expression on her face. Then reality set in. They all stared at Addie with forlorn faces. “I’m so sorry, Addie! I didn’t mean to blurt that out.... twice.” Ruby said as tears fell from her eyes. Not being able to explain the pull she felt towards her, Addie immediately engulfed Ruby into her arms, cradling her to her chest. She gently ran her fingers through her ebony hair. Little did she know that her luna instincts were slowly kicking in, something that was extremely rare for a human to possess. “It’s ok. Don’t cry.” She softly cooed, trying to calm her down until she was able to sit up on her own. “Truth be told, I’m actually sort of relieved you all know.” “What do you have?” Nia asked, never being one to beat around the bush. “Leukemia.” “And, how are treatments going?” Nattie piped in. “Um, they’re not.” Addie whispered. “What do you mean?!” Paige demanded. “Treatments are pointless.” Addie admitted, smiling sadly. “How,” Alexa could feel her bottom lip trembling, “how long do you have until...” she couldn’t bring herself to finish her question. “Best case scenario, seven months.” Nobody moved, no utterance of a single word, one could swear that there wasn’t even a breath inhaled or exhaled. Addie lovingly smiled at the beautiful women who sat around her. “No.” Alicia sobbed out, “that’s not right! It isn’t fair.” “It’s ok, I’ve come to terms with it. I’ve lived a great life! I got to travel the world and meet all of you! Let’s not dwell on the sadness of it all. I just want these last few months to be the best ever and I want you all to be a part of it!” “Then the best damn months these will be!!” Alicia exclaimed, the other girls cheering in agreement. Addie couldn’t help the tears of joy that threatened to spill over at the love she felt from her friends. —- “This must be eating you alive.” Dolph said with a cruel laugh. “The hell you talkin about?” Baron could feel the anger crawling up his body as he stared at the rogue. “Knowing that Adelina would rather spend time with a lowly rogue than an all mighty alpha.” He mocked. What Dolph should’ve done was walk away at that point, but he didn’t. “In no time I’ll have her writhing underneath me, begging me for more and screaming my name! Oh yeah, she’ll be the sweetest victory yet.” Without thinking, Baron grabbed Dolph by the collar of his shirt and threw him into the nearest object. Never one to back down from a fight, Dolph got up and charged Baron, slamming him into the wall, leaving behind a huge crack in the hard surface. The sound of fabric ripping and horrible growls filled the air as both men began to shift into their wolves. However Baron, being the stronger of the two, shifted into his wolf twice as fast, leaving Dolph extremely vulnerable. Baron’s wolf stood tall with an unquenchable thirst for blood... Dolph’s blood. Snapping his teeth at Dolph, Baron crouched on his haunches, preparing to lunge, his teeth ready to rip into Dolph’s throat. “Baron, STOP!!” Before Baron could attack, Addie ran between the two of them. Her chest heaving, hands shaking as the adrenaline pumped through her body. The commotion could be heard all the way in catering. Smelling her scent, Dolph had quickly returned to his human form before Addie could reach them, keeping his secret... for now. “The both of you fighting like children! Baron, you could’ve killed Dolph!” She scolded them, angry at their behavior. Baron snapped his teeth again at Dolph, but Addie thought it was directed at her. Mustering up all her courage, she walked closer to Baron and wrapped her hands around his snout, glaring at the giant wolf. “Do not snap your teeth at me, pup!!” She grit out, releasing his jaw. Everyone watching stared in shock. Addie should be dead, torn into ribbons, but in this case, her touch calmed the beast. Baron bowed his head, his ears flattened against his head. “Look around you,” She said calmly, “Not only have you caused tons of damage but you could’ve killed anyone walking by.” “You’re right, Addie, I’m-“ “Don’t even try it, Dolph. You’re just as much to blame!” Baron snickered at Dolph’s defeated look. “The next time you two decide to have a dick measuring contest, make sure you do it in a place where no one can ge-“ She was cut off by a coughing spell, her body getting too excited by her emotions. Addie covered her mouth as she violently coughed, trying desperately to catch her breath. Once it passed she looked back at the two culprits in front of her. She then noticed the uneasy expression on everyone’s face as they stared at Addie. “Addie, sweetie.” The soft voice of Stephanie McMahon brought Addie out of her thoughts, a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I think you need to sit down.” Baron quickly shifted back into his human form, pulling on a pair of sweat pants Corey threw at him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to step out of line.” She stuttered out as a very concerned Hunter joined his wife. “It’s not that honey,” his deep voice reassured her, “um, your hands.” Worried, Addie looked at her hands and gasped in horror as she stared at the blood in her palms. It was only then that she recognized the metallic taste in her mouth. Grabbing a handkerchief from Hunter’s jacket, Stephanie went to help Addie but was beaten by Baron. 

Snatching a piece of his torn shirt off the ground, he gently pulled Addie into his arms, turning away from the crowd, shielding her from prying eyes, protecting her from the world. He softly wiped the blood from her mouth and chin, her hands following after. Without thinking, he placed gentle kisses on each knuckle. With a quivering lip, she hung her head and whispered; “It’s spreading faster than predicted.” Feeling eyes burrowing into her, she quietly thanked Baron and ran from the area. Baron went to follow her, his wolf wanting to comfort his luna, but was stopped by Stephanie. “Let her be. She needs to be alone.” the water witch said as a tear slipped down her cheek as Hunter pulled her into his arms, trying to comfort his wife. 

Hunter being an older werewolf, once an alpha himself, was able to hear Addie’s talk of something ‘spreading faster’. Concentrating, he picked up the scent of cancer in her body. He had to whisper to Stephanie of his discovery.

It was no secret that Addie held the hearts of many in the WWE. She was always so happy and bubbly, she genuinely cared about everyone she met and was deemed the ‘mother hen’ backstage. She had this innate ability to see into the eyes of all she came into contact with and could always tell when someone was down, ready with a warm hug and a listening ear. The fact that she was slowly being ripped away from them felt like a knife slowly being twisted in their guts. Walking into the nearest bathroom, she splashed her face with cold water. She was so confused by Baron’s actions, him being so hot and cold. She was trying to let go of her feelings for him, but this just made them grow even stronger. Now that she was alone, she allowed herself to breakdown. She sank to the floor, pulling her knees close to her chest as she sobbed into her arms. Through this entire ordeal she convinced herself that she had come to terms with her fate. She was wrong. She cried bitter tears for the husband she’ll never love, the babies she’ll never hold and the life that she’ll never live. Never waking up every morning next to the love of her life or hearing precious little voices call her ‘mama’. Gasping, Addie was startled by the feeling of something rubbing against her leg. Looking down, there was a beautiful orange cat purring. “N-Nattie?” Addie whispered. Sitting up, the cat nodded. Letting out a small whimper, Addie scooped her up into her arms and cradled Nattie to her chest as she cried into her soft fur, Nattie licking away her tears. Finally being able to calm down, Addie wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. She smiled at the orange feline in her arms, petting her back. “Thank you Nattie.” She said as she put her back on the floor. Walking out of the bathroom, Addie felt a strong hand on her shoulder. Turning around smiling, but it slightly faltered when she saw the man in front of her. “Hey cutie, you alright?” Dolph asked as he pulled her into a hug. “No, but I will be.” She answered truthfully. “You wanna reschedule ‪tomorrow night?” He watched as she bit her bottom lip, mulling things over. “No, I wanna watch the stars still. Is that ok with you?” She asked, her eyes closed as she rested her head on his chest. “Of course! I’ll stop by your hotel room ‪around 9 tomorrow night‬, ok cutie?” Not having the energy to speak, she simply nodded. Dolph’s lips curled into a cruel smile. ‘Oh sweet, naive Addie,’ Dolph thought to himself, ‘if only you knew what I have planned.’

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