#Paws n Claws Collab

[the-xolotl]

Three’s Not Always a Crowd. Pt. 1

Alastor x OC x OC

ᯓღ FoxingMoo Productions - @denki-69 Collab

ᯓღ a/n: poly relationship Alastor x OC x OC bc we can and we made our OCs girlfriends. Denki’s OC is a highland cow (most adorable things in the world look them up), Azazel is a black fox. Marsaili speaks Scots and Gaelic, Azazel occasionally in Spanish. Translations provided at the bottom.

SUMMARY: Alastor comes back home to find his lovers have already started the party without him. For now, he’d let them be, but no act of disobedience ever goes unpunished.

ᯓღ CW: scissoring, praise kink, terms of endearment, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, established poly relationship.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT. Thank you~

The sound of mewls, pants and heavy breathing fills the room, the frame of the mattress groans with every thrust and bounce the girls give. “Marsy~” Azazel whines rocking her hips harder against Marsaili while spreading the cow demon’s legs further apart and rolling her hips to rub their glistening pussies together. Azazel is rutting against Marsaili like she’s in heat; hips dancing against each other in sync while throwing her head back clutching her claws into the thick meat of Marsaili’s thighs.

The latter isn’t doing that much better bucking her hips up as well, pawing and groping at her girlfriend’s body while praising her. “There you go, hen. Yer doing such a good job. Are you enjoying being on top fae once?” she cooed sweetly at her, lusty smile adorning her features. The fox nodded her head enthusiastically and wagging her tail faster at the praise. Azazel couldn’t help herself from leaning down and claiming Marsaili’s lips in a sloppy kiss, one she is all too enthusiastic to return immediately bringing a hand to the back of Azazel’s neck and gently caress the nape of her neck.

The heat of the room rose by several degrees, a sheer coat of sweat covered both of their bodies. Thrusts became even more erratic while they swallowed each other’s moans and hips worked faster and harder against each other both chasing their impending release.

Marsaili pulled away with a bite to her fox’s lips, “Foadaidh tu barrachd a ghabhail, nach urrainn?¹” she huffed out between pants in her native tongue. Azazel nodded, not being able to even form words anymore, Marsaili’s smile widen, “Nighean mhath,²” she whispered pulling Azazel into another kiss.

“M̷͉̺̌̐͝y̶͕͑͝,̶̩̞͙̅ ̶̻̂m̴̛͙̳͛̌ỷ̷͙.̴͈͔̻̌͛́ ̵̮͈́̀Ẅ̷͙́h̵̩̗͋ă̸̗̐̐t̶̬̗̗̑ ̴̤͙̖̀̀̋d̵̟͈̦̎̽̅o̸̟̔̏͝ ̷̬̎w̶͇͉͈̉e̶͚̽ ̴̛͉͖̱̌̎h̸̦̝̅̏ą̷͎̽͘v̶̟̞̫̓ẻ̷̺ͅ ̵̛̻h̵̼̻̬͗e̸̬̠͂̈́r̸͈̥̩̒̋e̵̼̜͂̒?̵̜͚̠͛̿” The room quickly filled with radio static. Alastor materialized in the room from the shadows startling his two lovers, catching them red-handed. In his bed no less, technically the bed that they all shared, but in his room.

They both froze in their tracks but didn’t separate, snapping their gaze over to Alastor. Dread is already washing over Azazel’s features, meanwhile Marsaili is huffing out in her heavy Scottish accent, “You were no here. We canny always wait fae you, loon. Fits the issue?³” She made it a point to wrap herself around the fox demon, grabbing a handful of her ass and squeezing it. Azazel let her head hang, not wanting to meet eyes with Alastor, as she hummed and leaned her ass into the other’s hand.

“Is that so, my little calf?” Alastor’s voice grew cynical, amused almost, crossing his hands behind his back, “You two are quite the sight. Eager, aren’t we, darlings?” his voice dipped dangerously low and it made Azazel grimace knowing this is going to be a very long night.

“We just—” ever the most obedient, Azazel tried to speak up, explain. But Alastor knew already; it wasn’t hard to guess Marsaili is definitely the one who instigated Azazel. Alastor knew his girls well. So he simply got comfortable setting his mic off the side, shrugging off his coat and moving to the plush arm chair pointing it directly to the bed. “No, no. Don’t mind me. Do carry on with your debauchery.” he crossed his legs elegantly as he sat.

While Azazel is still hesitant Marsaili didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled her flustered girlfriend back for another feverish kiss, tongue swiping over Azazel’s bottom lip asking for permission which she promptly granted. Marsaili sucked on her fox’s wet muscle gently to coax those pitchy sounds she loved so much. Azazel’s arousal didn’t take long to build back up again, grinding her hips with louder, throaty moans. The soft is heated yet tender, tongues rubbing and twisting around each other sensually.

Now, while he wasn’t mad, per se, he wasn’t pleased either they had dared disobey him. He had expected from the defying cow demon. His leniency doesn’t mean his girls will go unpunished, but for now he’d let them have their fun. Alastor watched closely with sharp, narrow eyes. He won’t hide that he wasn’t aroused by his pretty girls getting each other off, putting on a little show for him. A tent steadily pitched in his slacks, never tearing his eyes away from them. Alastor leaned back, his hand sliding down to his crotch to apply pressure to the growing bulge.

Marsaili breathed heavily into Azazel’s mouth as the cow’s teasing hand slid down the curve of her back feeling up every inch of her warm skin down to the base of her tail. Azazel mewled into her mouth, pulling away panting trying to regain the oxygen in her lungs that Marsaili stole from both the kiss and the hard tug of her tail. “Come on, hen. Dinna fast yersel⁴. Let me make you feel good.” fingers brush the fox’s tail with nails gracing the base of it, “Is it because yer master is watching?” she cocked her head towards Alastor with a smirk catching his gaze.

Azazel moans her girlfriend’s name softly, almost like a whisper, shaking her head. Azazel didn’t want to admit it but it is. Despite the fact that the three of them engaging in sexual acts together regularly, they hadn’t really sat down to just watch each other. It’s always done together as per Alastor’s orders. Today is the exception because Marsaili, being the little playful tease she is, convinced Azazel to get into bed with her, coaxing her with sweet words in her pretty Scottish accent and Gaelic. The cow demon knew how weak her girl was to such advances when she really tried.

“Porfa, ya no juegues así… No voy a durar¹,” Azazel arched into her touch, glancing over at Alastor to catch a sight of him steadily palming himself through his trousers. Her eyes lingered on his relaxed form, noticing the top few buttons were also undone, bow ties gone and his legs were spread lazily. He made eye contact with him, his smile widen ruby eyes sparkling with hidden malice.

Alastor hummed thoughtfully, loudly, to get both of the girl’s attention obviously, “Why don’t we make things a little more… Interesting? Hmm?” Alastor suggested in a low tone. Both of their ears perked up as they exchange quick glances. With a snap of his thin fingers a clear jelly-like toy materialized next to them on the mattress.

Marsaili’s smile widen with mischief, Azazel looked at the double ended dildo with incredulous bemusement. “Are you serious?” She didn’t know where to laugh or not. Alastor is definitely serious with the way he’s sitting there waiting, he even stopped palming himself.

“If you’re going to leave me out of our little activities… At least put on quite the show for me.” his ears gave a small twitch. Anticipation.

“Ye filthy bastard,” Marsaili laughed then gave her girlfriend’s ass a smack, “Come on, hen. Ye heard him.” She teased looking at her with half lidded eyes before flipping them over to put Azazel on her back. She yelped quietly at the sudden change in position and at how quickly Marsaili already had made quick work of her hands to rub her fingers over the fox’s wet hole. Marsaili guided Azazel’s hand to her own needy cunt, “Open me up too.” Her breath ghosting hotly over her lips, temping her again.

Their hands together not missing a beat, finger fucking one another open right on top of the other. Their knuckles brushed and bumped against each other both of their juices dripping and smearing all over one another. Marsaili also occupied herself with licking, sucking and biting at her girlfriend’s skin just to hear her moan and cry out for her. She left several marks that would be seen for days. For some moments they even forgot Alastor is even in the room; their focus completely on making sure they’re ready to take the length and girth of the toy.

Right before they cum, Marsaili stops them both, taking Azazel’s hands away making the fox whine in desperation and squirm. But the cow didn’t pay her much mind reaching for the dildo, then pushing Azazel’s legs against her chest and bringing one end of the toy into her inviting dripping cunt and pushing it inch by inch. Azazel arched her back and clutched the sheets feeling the easy slide of the spreading her even more. Next came Marsaili positioning herself to straddle her girlfriend’s hips and thighs to *ride* the dildo with it seated inside them both.

Azazel’s hands took purchase on her waist tightly as she felt the toy go even deeper as Marsaili’s pretty, soaked pussy sank onto the toy until their asses were pressed flushed together. They both shared a moan, both full and clits rubbing against each other Marsaili led with small rolls of her hips, gentle voices, getting use to the feeling and letting Azazel adjust until they were both too worked up to wait. Azazel guided the cow demon’s hips up and down with her hand while the other explored and traced her curves. Fingerings snaking their way to Marsaili’s breasts to pinch at her erect nipples. Marsaili let her head fall back, jaw dropped open in a silent scream, hips moving faster and harder against Azazel.

Their sultry moans filled the room becoming increasingly louder, orgasms built in their bellies coiling tightly and ready to snap at any moment. Alastor knew they were close, “That’s enough, sweethearts. Stop, I haven’t given you permission to cum just yet.” Marsaili didn’t seem to want to stop but when a tentacle held her mid thrust she whined loudly writhing against the cold tendril to break free. Alas gave up, knowing she wouldn’t win that battle. Once again, Alastor’s eyes shone with an underlying mischief to them, almost glowing as he observed them, their chests heaving, being ripped away from their impeding highs. “Why don’t we play a game?”

Gaelic 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

¹ You can take more, can't you?

² Good girl

³ What’s the issue?

⁴ Don’t worry yourself

Spanish 🇲🇽

¹ Please, don’t tease me like that… I won’t last

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[brivetaroundtown]

This was due yesterday (7/30) as part of @katslutski Paws N Claws Collab, but I was too nervous about posting it. But now fueled by the power of Jameson and slight guilt for being late, I am posting it now. I really hope you like this expansion of that late night thot Kat. love you my dear <333

Content: Puppy Hybrid AU, Fem! Reader, Puppy Hybrid Reader

If Hybrid AU isn't your thing then give this a hard pass!

Content Warnings: Smut, Oral F! receiving, unprotected kitchen counter action, references to sexual training, master/sub dynamics and ownership, Sweet Puppy used as a constant nickname, midnight chocolate chip cookie dough cravings, potential manga spoilers for Time skip Bokuto. My writing and editing (of which there is none). If you see anything else I should mention please send me a message!

MINORS DNI. I FUCKING MEAN IT, GO AWAY. RESPECT MY BOUNDARIES

Bokuto knows its late. I mean, he is already in bed. Teeth have been brushed and his face has been washed. Hell, he even has to wake up early for morning MSBY practice. But he just can’t get over this craving.

Just a little something sweet couldn’t hurt.

Sleep is beyond Bokuto now, he just can’t get past this fixation. Doesn’t matter what the treat is, he can decide on that once he figures out what is in the fridge. Throwing off the covers he bounces downstairs, thrilled by the prospect of giving in.

Would it be chocolate? Or ice cream? When did he last go shopping again? He doesn’t even notice his little puppy bouncing after him, sweet little tail wagging. No idea why he is up or even where he is going, you happily pad along down the stairs after him. You didn’t want to be left behind after all, what if you missed something fun? Or even worse, what if he didn’t come back??

The fridge’s light was blinding, illuminating most of the dark clean kitchen. Bokuto would definitely need to go shopping soon, the bright shelves were mostly empty except for a container of suspect yogurt, cheap beer, two sad eggs, and oh. What’s this? His grin was uncontainable, who knew that simple yellow packaging could bring such happiness?

Settled in to indulge his sweet tooth standing bathed in the pitiful fridge light, Bokuto ripped open the package of chocolate chip cookie dough. The sweet dough was conveniently organized into breakable squares, perfect for breaking off to eat in pieces. Of course it was meant to be baked, but in his 27 years of life he hasn’t gotten salmonella yet, what were the chances of getting it now?

Not sure if he was more surprised by the wet tongue licking his thigh or the yelp that came from his throat, Bokuto was very much aware that he wasn’t the only one up.

“Now what are you doing up?” Bright eyes stared into each other. Your tail softly sweeping against the floor as you sat pretty just like he taught you. Maybe if you were good your master would share.

“Oh you want a piece too? I don’t know if sweet puppies can eat cookie dough” but it wasn’t like Bokuto would outright tell you no. He was a sucker for his puppy hybrid, especially when you looked so hopeful, sweet little tail whishing around like that. He knew Akaashi would give him shit about it later, but you deserved a treat too.

You were always such a good girl after all.

Scooping some of the soft dough with two of his fingers, he held them out for you. Immediately, you began to suck them just like he taught you, excited for the sweet treat. Bo smiled at your enthusiasm, even when you continued to suck on his fingers after the dough was gone, just like you always do when you want his cock. Well, this was turning into an early morning of indulgences, might as well satisfy this sudden more carnal craving too.

With a pop, Bokuto’s fingers came out of your mouth while he bent to lift you up onto the counter. In one swift movement he had your sleep shorts on the floor with thighs spread wide, soft pleads leaving your lips. The cookie dough long forgotten in your excitement of feeling your master’s tongue on you. You always ached for him, he was your favorite person.

This, this was the best part about owning a hybrid, in Bokuto’s mind. The taste thick and sweet on his tongue as your thighs clenched against his head, pleasured whines spilling from your lips. His sweet little puppy, always so wet and happy for him.

Soft whines and pleads slipped from your throat with every teasing flick of his tongue across your clit. Stoking you closer and closer to that sweet release, that euphoria you crave that has you humping his pillows when he is away and leaping on him when he returns. Bokuto is the one who brings that sweet release to you.

And he is also the one that can take it away.

Tears streak down your face at being denied, wound up tight with no chance to snap. Deep chuckles roll from his chest as Bokuto rises to his feet, pulling your thighs around his waist. Kissing away your obvious displeasure, you feel his thick length resting between you.

“My sweet puppy, did you think I would leave you like that?” his chuckles enveloped you in warmth while he pressed himself inside you. You were a good girl, were his good girl, and really there was nothing either of you thought could be sweeter than that.

[silversatoru]

thunderstorms

dabi/todoroki touya x puppygirl!reader

synopsis: dabi reluctantly takes in a stray puppygirl on an especially rainy day and gets a lot more attached than he’d ever be willing to admit

tw: nsfw 18+, fluff and smut, puppygirl reader!!, dumbification, creampie, mention of overstimulation, pretty heavy degradation bc dabi’s an asshole but he comes around i promise </3

wc: 1.9k

a/n: this is my contribution to @katslutski ‘s paws and claws collab!! i love this event so much and i love kat even more so be sure to check out all the other talented writers (or even join it yourself)!! now please enjoy dabi and his cute lil pup on a very stormy day!!

dabi’s life is a bitter, miserable mess, so of course it started to rain while he was walking home, black hair sticking to his forehead and his clothes clinging uncomfortably to his body. not to mention his head was fucking pounding, he was eons past being sleep deprived, and he was starving. everything that could have gone wrong today did, but his entire life has been one giant string of bad luck, so it’s not even surprising anymore.

he trudged down the flooding back alley of his shitty apartment, making his way to the old rusted door that led into the place. his fingers grasped the knob but paused there momentarily, his ears picking up on a few quiet whimpers from further down the narrow back street. his eyes rested on your pitiful form for only a few seconds, his pupils tracing over your wet clothing and drooping ears. just some dumb, mutt-hybrid who’d either gotten lost or didn’t have a home to begin with. poor thing, it’s a pity that dabi couldn’t care less, opening the door and pulling it shut behind him.

why should he give a fuck about you? he has enough of his own problems. or at least that’s what he’s trying to convince himself of while he showers and changes into dry clothes. he shouldn’t still be thinking about the adorable little puppygirl shivering outside his apartment, but he is, and it’s really starting to irritate him. after throwing a loose t-shirt over his head he finally caves to the almost insignificant shred of morals he has left, and grabs his rain jacket.

he’s not sure who the fuck is out here scooping you up and carrying you inside, cause dabi’s certain that he’d never be capable of this kind of compassion. and yet here he is, ushering you into his apartment as you give him a wary look. you’re grateful to be out of the rain but it’s not like dabi has the most inviting appearance for a frightened pup like you.

“god, you’re a filthy fucking thing,” he spits out as the two of you walk inside, your limbs a little shaky from being frozen to your core by the rain.

you simply look at him with big eyes, a silent confirmation that you’ve been out on the streets for quite some time. maybe that’s why he felt a shred of empathy for you, because he too spent an unfair amount of time being cold and alone without a place to call his own. maybe despite how miserable he was and how much he resented the world, he hated to see you in a situation that struck him with nostalgia.

“stay right there, yeah?” he pointed to the rectangular doormat, “don’t need you tracking fucking mud all over my carpet”.

he disappeared into a back room, your heart rate quickening when he didn’t come back right away. he’d saved you and he seemed nice, he wasn’t just gonna leave you here was he? would he be mad if you came looking for him?

you found your feet scurrying across the floor, tracking mud through the house and all the way back to the bathroom where you finally found him digging through a cabinet of old towels.

of course he instantly raised his voice at you, calling you a dumb fucking mutt who never learned how to listen. but you didn’t mean to make him so upset, you were just worried!

unexpectedly, your disheartened expression caused a small pang in his chest, his voice lowering as he suggested a solution.

“alright, well you’re already in the bathroom now. why don’t you just clean yourself up, then we won’t have to worry about the mud,” he let out a frustrated sigh, “soaps are right there and i’ll set the towels here, i’m sure you can figure it out”.

he was about to leave you to it, but then he saw you cluelessly paw at the shower handle with a pitifully confused expression scribbled across your face. fuck.

“really can’t do anything for yourself, can you? stupid dog”.

in a lapse of his typical judgement he turned on the water and helped you into the tub, reluctantly removing your dirty clothes and tossing them into his overflowing hamper. he didn’t particularly enjoy the way his stomach swirled as he squirted some body wash onto a washcloth — a pair of the cutest fluffy ears and a pair of the most perfectly round tits staring him right in the eyes. he didn’t realize it until his hands were scrubbing soap into your skin, but you were a pretty little thing.

he took extra care when he cleaned your chest, feeling your nipples through the rag and trying to ignore the way his pants felt like they were getting tighter. he nearly lost his mind when he began scrubbing behind your ears, soft noises of contentment sliding out of your mouth. those little sighs and cute whimpers were almost as pretty as you — he could barely even think straight anymore.

it’s a good thing he’s got a ton of self control, right? it’s a good thing he’s not fantasizing about absolutely obliterating you with his cock — good thing he’s not thinking about that because he would nev—

— and now you’re bent over his bed, cute little cunt stuffed full with his girth. he certainly didn’t expect to end up here, but this entire night had been one surprise after another. how he went from reluctantly bringing you into his home to slamming his hips into yours was a mystery — but your tight cunt felt so good wrapped around his cock that he didn’t care about how he got from point A to point B.

he was gonna make you absolutely gush around his cock, several orgasms of cum leaking from between your legs as you drooled all over his sheets. you were a goddamn dumbass when he met you earlier tonight, and after fucking you like this? he’d be surprised if you’d even remember how to eat, drink, and breathe on your own.

stupid little puppy-slut, feels so fucking good

never had someone treat you so fucking well before, have you? i didn’t think so.

and this is exactly how you’re gonna pay your rent, mutt, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

get to stay here, warm and out of the rain, and all you have to do is spread your fuckin’ legs for me.

he was saying a lot of words that you didn’t quite understand, too happy and dumb and overstimulated to formulate any kind of response. and the raspiness of his voice just made you even easier to please, another wave of fluids gushing around his cock and spilling down your thighs.

after that, dabi decided it was enough, and now it was his turn. he pressed deep into your pussy, a warm pressure building up inside of you as your insides became coated in his cum. and then he fucked it into you with a brand new intensity, your eyes crossing and your tongue practically lolling out of your mouth.

but,

dabi’s compassion only goes so far, and it’s already gone way further than he ever intended it to go tonight. he let you inside his apartment, helped give you a bath, made you cum like four fucking times, and he even cleaned up the mess that resulted between your legs. so he’s sure that you can handle sleeping on the floor on the blanket he laid out for you.

and you’re more than grateful to have a warm place to sleep, but even after only spending a few hours with the grumpy man, you find yourself attached to your savior. you wanna snuggle your head into his chest and give him warm kisses to show him how much you appreciate everything he’s done for you. but, he said some more mean words and pointed at the floor like it was the only place you belonged, so that’s where you curled up for the night, tail tucked between your legs.

things went without incident until the storm outside picked up, a few bright flashes followed by cracks of thunder booming through the apartment complex. dabi heard you yelp from the floor, tiny whines and terrified whimpers barely audible from where he was tucked into bed. he grabbed a pillow and pressed it against his ear, trying to tune out your cries as another strike of lightening lit up the room.

maybe he should have just left your sorry ass out in the rain. was bringing you in here and getting his dick wet really worth losing sleep like this? why’d you have to be so fucking annoying? why’d he—

“hey, dumbass,” his voice makes your ears perk up, your quiet noises of fear subsiding for the moment, “you wanna come lay up here? will you shut the fuck then?”

he wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it definitely wasn’t your body hurling towards him from where you’d been situated on the floor. a wet nose and teary eyes immediately pressed into his shirt as you happily basked in his warmth.

“fuck- i didn’t mean right next to me,” dabi flinched away from you, face twisted up in knots as you stared up at him with big eyes and folded ears.

he was this close to kicking you right back to the floor for that — you were supposed to sleep by his feet or something — you weren’t supposed to cuddle up next to him like this but —

“alright, whatever,” he let out a sigh of unusual contentment, closing his eyes again and letting one of his arms fall over your torso, “but don’t get used to this shit”.

you didn’t really care what he had to say, you were just happy to feel safe from the big scary storm outside. his arm was the nicest blanket of security you’d ever had, so falling asleep after that was rather easy.

you certainly didn’t find yourself the best owner — dabi wasn’t someone who would coddle you, and he wasn’t someone that could afford anything all that nice for you either. he‘s usually emotionally unavailable and sometimes the things he says can be kinda mean. but despite it all, his shitty apartment quickly becomes a place of comfort for you. he lends you his old, beat-up clothing, gives you the leftovers of his food, helps you take bathes (the handle is still confusing </3), and makes no hesitation to stuff your cunt and make you feel good after he’s had a long day.

now, not only does he let you sleep with him in bed, but he even finds himself scratching behind your ears or stroking your tail until you’re softly twitching and falling asleep next to him. dabi’s life is a bitter, miserable mess, but having a sweet little pup to come home to has become his silver lining on even the worst days.

[rocorambles]

Damsel in Distress

Pairing: Cat Hybrid!Kuroo x Cat Hybrid!Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Non-Con/Rape, Dub-Con, Non-Con Impregnation, Breeding Kink, Non-Con Piss Play, Possessive Behavior, Heat Sex, Cum Play

Summary: Kuroo helps a damsel in distress. Too bad said damsel has no desire to be rescued.

A/N: This is for the Paws and Claws Collab hosted by @katslutski. Masterlist can be found here!

Your tail lazily ficks around as you begin to shut down your work computer, preparing for your little “holiday”. You can already feel the heat setting in, ears twitching in discomfort, beads of sweat forming on your temples despite your near naked state. You’re quick to rid yourself of the already damp panties and tanktop, trudging towards the fridge and filling a cup with ice water the second your laptop is closed.

Living alone is usually something that plagues you, an instinctual need for pack, for more feline companions who truly understand and know what you’re going through, making your soul ache. But at this moment, as you freely traipse around your studio apartment as naked as the day your mother birthed you, arousal curling and twisting with a vengeance inside of you? You’re thankful for the solitude.

Hybrids in general aren’t a rarity. You know there’s nothing to fear, no valid reason to isolate yourself and hide what you are from hybrids and humans. And for the most part you have no qualms walking around and hanging outside in public, buying groceries and shopping, drinking an overpriced coffee. But you discreetly hide your ears and tails from the one demographic that does cause panic to stir within you.

Male cat hybrids.

While it’s true that cat hybrids are quite prominent, female cat hybrids are highly desirable and most find themselves quickly snapped up by humans and hybrids alike, the disproportionate ratio of males to females in the cat hybrid community only making the odds even worse for your male counterparts to find a female mate, as if the competition from outside parties wasn’t hard enough to deal with.

But because of this craze, female cat hybrids find themselves stuck between a rock and a hard place, left with only two options. Find a mate or partner early on and live a safe life bound with someone else or strive for an independent life rampant with possible danger. You’ve heard the horror stories, seen the reported crimes on television. Sexual assault, trafficking, kidnapping, Anything for the large and ever growing population of single male cat hybrids to get a taste of the golden grail, a female cat hybrid in heat.

Yet you certainly don’t feel like a prized treasure, not as you deliriously try and focus on making sure all your windows and doors are locked, not as you pant for breath with slick dripping down your inner thighs. You try to resist the urge to be filled, to arch your back and lewdly present as you make sure your home is safe, but as the ache grows and grows, you convince yourself you’ll be fine, that you’re so deep in the woods with no neighbors for acres that there’s nothing to fear. And with only the thought of pleasurable release on your mind, you make a beeline towards the hidden stash of toys you have stored away for these exact moments.

Unknown to you, your greatest fear is casually strolling around, strong handsome features topped by fluffy black ears sighing in relief as he immerses himself in the nearby woods, sharp senses grateful for the clean air and quiet. Kuroo loves the city, loves his job, loves his motley pack as chaotic as they are, but he’s always been an introvert at heart and he revels in the peace he has now as he struts farther and farther among the bushes and trees. The scent of flowers, grass, soil, and sun mingle in the air and he deeply inhales, a content purr rumbling in his chest. It’s so fresh, so calming, so...sweet?

Hazel eyes sharpen, ears swiveling in interest as he whiffs the air, pupils dilating, tail rapidly twitching back and forth behind him as that intoxicating scent grows stronger, drawing him in, wrapping around him, until his body is instinctively racing towards the source. He doesn’t understand this primal base need surging inside of him, hazing over any human consciousness he has. He doesn’t understand the ache in his groin, the tightness in the front of his pants.

But when he presses his face against the thin pang of glass blocking him from where the scent is strongest and peers inside the house, only the vaguest thread of morality keeping him from smashing the window in and sinking his claws in whatever treasure he’s come across, a shocking moment of clarity pierces through the lust-filled fog.

A female cat hybrid in heat.

Kuroo can’t even count how many porn videos of female cat hybrids in heat being bred and knotted he’s jacked off to. How many locker-room and late-night drunk ramblings has he had with his packmates about what a female in heat smells like, how they taste? How many nights has he wished and dreamed of finding his own pretty mate he can lock down and breed full of kittens?

Yet all his wild imaginations pale in comparison to the real deal and he’s barely cognizant of the way he’s unabashedly humping and grinding his swelling cock against the exterior of your home as he salivates, unblinking while he watches you fuck yourself against an obscenely large dildo you’ve suctioned onto your headboard. You’re a desperate mess and he can’t keep his eyes off the deep arch of your back as your breasts and face writhe against the bedsheets, drool soaking the fabric, your ass and hips shaking in the air. Before he knows it, he’s syncing with you, his own thrusts matching every time your pretty pussy sinks balls deep on your toy, imagining it’s him making a mess of you.

And when you fall apart, body convulsing, a wail echoing throughout your room, sticky white fluids soak his own briefs.

But it’s not enough. Not for you. Not for him.

His softening cock twitches in interest again despite its recent relief and his desire skyrockets at how prettily you sob and beg, distressed tears and dismay apparent on your face at how unfulfilled you feel, hips still sloppily pushing back and forth on the toy lodged deep inside of you.

Of course you’re upset. Poor thing. Size isn’t everything (although he’s proud to say he’s not any smaller than your massive play thing). A pathetic lifeless thing like that won’t ever satisfy your agonizing wish to be bred, to be used, to feel the heat of his body, the satisfaction of his cum overflowing your womb.

He wants to help you. He needs to help you.

Kuroo always thought that he’d end up with a nice human woman, live a happy boring life to match his normal office job, always having to be mindful of his slightly sharper nails and fangs. But all that flies out the window as his natural instincts have him carefully observing and sniffing your territory, making sure there isn’t another male’s presence in the vicinity, that you’re entirely by yourself.

Satisfied with his findings, he prowls around your perimeter, testing every door, every window, grinning when one entryway you’ve accidentally skipped over in your haste easily gives way to his prying.

If your scent was potent before, it’s all-encompassing now with no barriers between the two of you and his own pheromones go wild, leaking, clashing, and intermingling with yours in a tango so ingrained in both your DNA. He’s practically clawed off his clothes as he briskly approaches you, purring in adoration at how well you’re responding to his presence, eyes blown wide as you gaze at him, surprise and fear muted by your need to draw closer.

He’s never been harder in his life as he watches your lust for him dominate any common sense you have, any wariness or fear of having a strange male cat hybrid around you during your heat with no one anywhere nearby to help you. It’s cruelly amusing how the slight spark of panic in your eyes makes you look like prey despite the way your body still crawls towards where he stands at the edge of your bed, despite the way you submissively nuzzle your face against his cock, mewling at the weight and scent of it pressing against you.

You know something’s not right, something deep inside of you screaming at you to come to your senses. There’s a tremor of terror vibrating in your veins and yet this scent, this presence...You need to be closer. You need him to take care of you. You’re sure he can make you feel good.

He has to! He has to!

You don’t know how else you’re going to make it through the scorching heat building inside of you, already feeling a bit satiated just from rubbing your face against his cock and inhaling his musk. You’re begging, pleading for cock, cum, anything and everything he’ll give you. Your heart soars, pounding in excitement at a single word the handsome hybrid utters.

“Present”

This is what you were made for. This is all you need in life. And you obediently turn around until your gushing pussy is on full display to hazel eyes, purposefully arching your back even deeper than normal to entice the male on, screaming in pleasure when a rough tongue hungrily licks and sucks your leaking juices. It’s not enough, not what you truly want. But it still feels unfairly amazing and you can’t think, too lost in the grey area between contentment and greediness as he devours you.

You’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted and he finally understands those videos he’s watched of males ravenously eating out cat hybrids in heat for hours on end despite their own aching cocks, never stopping until their mate is a pliant bissed out mess. He thinks he could die happy drowning in your slick and he feasts, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you and moaning in joy at how you squirt and coat his face and tongue every time you fall apart. Only when his jaw aches and his tongue goes numb does he stop. But you’re in a worse state than him and he chuckles when he sees the puddle you’ve created underneath yourself and the way your legs tremble in exhaustion as he stretches out his mouth.

With appetite sated for now, he moves on with this exquisite banquet. It’s almost reverent the way Kuroo slowly glides and sinks his cock into your tight, hot walls. His head and eyes roll back as he groans while his shaft rubs against your gummy walls, your pussy quivering and clenching around him. But it’s not time to savor the moment, not when you’re howling at him to keep on going, squealing as he exponentially increases his pace, slamming in and out of you with a tenacity he’s never known before.

He doesn’t know how many loads he’s spilled inside of you, how many times you’ve convulsed and milked him as your own orgasm washes over you. But he knows he can never go back, knows he needs to make sure you’re in his life forever so he can breed and bite you whenever, so he can coat your insides with all the cum it longs for. It would be a crime to let you waste your potential on a life of solitude.

Too bad you’re not on the same page and he growls in irritated amusement as the haze begins to clear from your eyes, realization dawning on you, fear spiking your scent and causing you to claw and hiss at him as you try and scramble away from him. But it’s all for naught, not when your body betrays you with every relentless thrust of his hips, eyes rolling to the back of your head and endless moans slipping past your lips every time he bottoms out inside of you.

“Where do you think you’re going, kitten?”

“Please stop! Who are you? I don’t want this. I don’t want-”

You break off in a scream, a forced orgasm crashing through you when fangs pierce the delicate skin between your neck and shoulder, pinning you down and keeping you still, sharp nails digging into your hips.

“That’s not what your body’s saying, love.”

You shiver at the sight of the stranger’s handsome face pressed against yours, tongue licking at your blood staining his lips, his body molded to yours as he drapes over you from behind, grinding even deeper and further inside of you in this new position. You know it’s not your fault that your body is responding, that you can’t help the pleasure assaulting you, that it’s just unfortunate biology. But you feel filthy, shame and humiliation churning inside of you as you ceaselessly beg and cry for him to stop, to leave you alone between moans and climaxes.

Yet a primal part of you you’ve tried to keep hidden deep inside of you croons and wags its tail in pure unadulterated joy, basking in finally being in the arms of a viable mate, purring from the feeling of warm sticky semen marking your insides. And as the male hybrid on top of you continues ravaging you while the next wave of your heat hits you at full throttle, you succumb to your own inner hybrid, mewling and wailing the name he feeds you.

Tetsurou. Tetsurou. Tetsurou.

Your heat doesn’t completely break for a week and by then Kuroo wonders if he’s completely broken you. You certainly look ruined, covered in thick layers of both dried and fresh cum, eyes glazed over, and face stuck in a silly vapid expression despite the fact that your heat’s over. He’s almost disappointed that all the fight is seemingly gone from you, that you aren’t baring your cute fangs and claws at him anymore. But he can’t deny there’s something twistedly satisfying at how well he’s trained you, smirking at how your back instinctively arches when he merely flicks one of your abused nipples, the movement causing more of the mess inside of you to add to the sticky puddle between your legs.

He’s so distracted by scrutinizing and memorizing every inch of your debauched state that he doesn’t see you try and blink the haze from your eyes, whipping his head in surprise when you shakily tug at his wrist for his attention.

“Please leave. You got what you wanted, so please…”

You adorable little thing. You’re trembling in fear, voice quivering, body weak and exhausted. And yet, you still have the nerve to fight a week’s worth of non-stop conditioning and training he’s quite literally imprinted on you, to defy him.

Hazel eyes glimmer in excitement and you whimper, weakly trying to push his hands away when he once agains forces his way between your thighs never breaking eye contact with you as his fingers spread your used lower folds apart, obscene spurts of cum instantly oozing out of you in non-stop waves.

“Do you feel that, kitten? Can you feel how stuffed full you are with my seed? Why would I leave the mother of my future litter? What kind of man do you take me for?”

You sob as the gravity of your situation sinks in, shaking your head frantically in denial. There’s no way you’re pregnant. There’s no way you’re going to have a stranger’s children. Yet deep down you know he’s not bluffing, your more animalistic instincts telling you it’s been a successful week of mating.

And like a cornered animal, self-preservation kicks in, a fierceness even you didn’t know you were capable of lancing through you.

“I’m not having your fucking litter. As soon as you leave, I’m going to abort and clean out every last speck of you-”

You cut yourself off, cowering and trying to hide from the overwhelming furious scent and domineering aura suddenly suffocating you, almost able to see the imaginary way Kuroo bristles at your words.

“You’re mine now, sweetheart. This body is mine. This pretty pussy is mine. This womb is mine. You don’t get to leave me or lay a finger on our children. Let me make that crystal clear.”

He doesn’t raise his voice for even a second, but there’s something even more terrifying about the way he sharply and clearly enunciates each syllable, the quiet intensity behind every word. And you’re frozen in sheer terror as he grips his cock, pointing it towards your face.

You’re not sure what you’re expecting, but it’s not the hot thin stream of yellow liquid that splashes across your face, seeping into your nostrils, staining your skin with the sharp scent of piss. You try to turn your face away, but it’s no use and you can feel it soaking your hair and seeping into your pores, can taste the acrid saltiness in your mouth.

Your tears mix with the potent fluid as Kuroo shoves his cock in your mouth, ordering you to clean him, the last few drops dripping down your throat as you’re forced to lick him clean. You feel used, claimed, owned and from the way hungry eyes leer at you, you know that was exactly his intent.

“There you go. So pretty and filthy covered in my piss, cum, and saliva. No one within a mile of you is going to question exactly who you belong to.”

You flail as he traps you underneath him one more, grinding his hardening cock against your spent hole. But it’s useless and you clench your eyes shut as he far too easily slips inside of you, hating how readily your body accepts him, how perfect the fit feels as his balls rest against your ass.

“Let’s get back to work, sweetheart. We have a whole home to fill with little ones.”

[takanovu]

༶•┈୨ lamb heart ୧┈•༶ a. takanobu

summary: aone is a simp for his lamb girlfriend, that’s it that’s the story.

pairings: soft!aone takanobu x fem!lambgirl!reader

genre: fluff!

tw’s: hybrid!au, reader has lamb ears and tail, fem bodied, use of lamby, pretty baby, sweetheart, mentions of future lamb babies, aone manhandles reader in a non-sexual way? it’s just because he’s so beeg!! lamb collar, it has a little bell on it so aone can hear you if you get lost >.<

a/n: AAAAAAA this is for the paw n claws collab hosted by @katslutski and if i had more talent i’d be able to link the masterlist but i’m dumb as a rock. anyways !!

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Aone lived for days like this. Having you pressed against his chest, nuzzling the fair-haired man's heart through his shirt. He couldn't help but smile when he felt you snuggle closer to him in your sleep. His heart was about to burst out of his chest, overwhelmed with adoration. He would do anything to see you like this more often, not even minding if it meant he was going to get overheated from the copious amounts of fluffy blankets on top of you both. He felt your soft vanilla ears twitch, relishing in the way you beamed up at him, eyes still sleepy. "Mornin' Nobu," you giggled, grabbing the build-a-bear lamb he bought you for your first anniversary. He kissed your temple and ran his fingers through your hair, paying extra attention to the little ears he treasured.

"Morning lamby", his low voice rumbled, pulling you impossibly closer to him. "We’ll go to the meadow and have some fun, yeah? Pick up some honey on the way home." You nodded excitedly, giggling when he sat up with you in tow. He stretched and stood up from the bed, removing the infinite amount of layers of blankets from his body. A high-pitched whine came from your throat as your ears drooped.

"What is it, sweetheart? Want Nobu to carry you downstairs, pretty baby?".  You felt heat rise to your cheeks and nodded, giggling as he lifted you up off the bed. He was so big and solid, so charming. Your little lamb tail swiveled around in the cold air wafting in the apartment. Somehow, no matter how many years you've put on your body, he was always able to carry you like a baby. Not that you particularly minded it; it made you think of what he'd be like with your baby lambs. Your legs wrapped around his waist like they were made for you, and he had you situated on his hip just right so that you could rub your ears against his neck. "Nobu m' want some strawberries, can we go to the patch later?" you whispered tenderly, voice softer than silk. "Oh 'nd some flowers too Nobu! Wanna make you a crown like last time, you looked so pretty."

A faint hum left his throat, and although he didn't say yes, you knew it was a yes. “Do you want your bell dolly?” You bit at the soft flesh of your lips, contemplating whether or not. You loved the collar so much, it made you feel safe and protected from the outside world. 

You nodded your head and smiled brightly, lifting your neck so Aone could attach the bell to the small o-ring on the collar.

This was your life, and you were content with it.

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abrupt ending i’m so sorry >.<

[nakachuchu]

The Vet Sucks | Miya Osamu (nsfw)

SYNOPSIS: Beast-Person AU - The vet sucks, but what comes after, doesn't.

READER: kitty! female

INCLUDES: oral (f. receiving), teasing, masturbation (m), fingering, dom/sub

WORDS: 1050

WRITTEN: 06/15/2021

NOTES: This is for @katslutski Paws and Claws Collab! Make sure to read everyone's writings on the collab <3

Your tail flicked back and forth as you eyed the rice ball Osamu was rolling in his hand. You were hiding behind the counter with only your eyes peeking out.

You were at his shop, as usual, helping him around. Though in reality, you mainly liked to gaze at your owner and lick off pieces of tuna that landed on his wrists and forearms.

"Y/N, you doin' all right, darlin'?"

"Mhm."

Your ears flicked as you stood up and walked behind the counter to rub your head and body against Osamu's side.

He chuckled as he wrapped the onigiri with seaweed and placed it down into the to-go box.

" 'samu, it smells bad," you muttered.

"Hmm? Smells bad? Did the tuna go bad?"

You shook your head. "It smells like—"

"Oi, 'samu!"

Your ears stood up and your body went rigid as you hissed. Atsumu flinched in surprise before hissing back at you.

You frowned. "Hmph."

You and Atsumu didn't like each other one bit. Though it was mainly you not liking him. Atsumu thought you were a cute kitten at first, but you would always bite and scratch him whenever he came close.

Even as you grew up, you never warmed up to him. You even liked some strangers. Atsumu had never done anything wrong—that he knew of.

The two of you looked like angry alley cats whenever you were near each other. Osamu sighed before taking off his gloves to massage your ears.

Getting your ears massaged always made you docile with soft purrs and closed eyes. Atsumu rolled his eyes at that and sat at the booth in front of you.

"When'd ya get back?" Osamu asked.

"Yesterday. Thought I'd pay you a visit."

"You just want free onigiri," he retorted.

"I'm famous. I can do whatever I want," Atsumu bit back.

He eyed your closed eyes, then reached forward to pinch your ears. Your eyes shot open and you whined, smacking his hand.

"Atsumu, you'll get bitten again," Osamu said in a monotone voice.

He rolled his eyes and snatched his hand back before you could bite it. You glared at him before curling up against Osamu again.

"I'm closing shop early today," said Osamu. "Y/N has an appointment at the vet. Don't loiter."

"I don't loiter," Atsumu defended.

You and Osamu blinked at him, unbelieving of his words. Atsumu sighed and slouched back in his seat, then waved the two of you off.

Atsumu continued to bother you and Osamu while he worked until it was time to close the shop.

He knew how to get into Osamu's apartment—he secretly duplicated the key when Osamu first moved in—so he snuck in after telling his twin he would be going to a hotel.

He was bored out of his mind, laying on the couch while mindlessly watching television. He helped himself to his brother's fridge, reassuring himself that Osamu wouldn't mind in the slightest.

When he heard the sounds of keys and the door unlocking, he decided to scare you and Osamu. He quickly turned off the television and hopped off the couch, throwing away as much trash as he could.

He ran and his behind the corner in the hallway, away from prying eyes. He could hear the sound of you meowing and whining.

" 'samu, it hurts," you whined with a soft sniffle.

"I know, darlin' but you did so good today."

You whined softly, curling into him as he carried you to the couch and placed you down. You cried out and held onto his shirt, afraid he was going to leave you.

"I'm not gon leave ya," he reassured.

Your grip on his shirt lessened and he offered you a brief smile before tugging off your bottoms and situating himself onto the couch.

He was on his stomach, between your legs. His hands wrapped around the bottom of your thighs, lifting them and placing your legs above his shoulders.

"I'll make ya feel better, all right?"

He kissed your inner thigh and nuzzled his nose against it before spreading your pussy lips apart.

You whimpered and wiggled your hips around. Osamu tsked and nipped your thigh, making you whimper more.

" 'samu," you said, sniffling.

"I know, darlin'."

You hummed, a borderline cry escaping your lips.

His tongue darted out, slow and teasing as he made his way between your folds and to your clit.

You had gotten your shots so you were feeling sore and in pain. Osamu had been through this with you enough times to know that tuna and warm milk wouldn't make you feel better.

" 'samu!" you cried out, Barack arching off the couch as his tongue flicked your clit back and forth.

He moved one of his hands to press his index finger against your cunt. You mewled, toes flexing and digging into his shoulder blades.

He grunted into your pussy. His face and cheeks were smothered in your cum and he could feel your warm walls clenching down on his finger.

He pumped his finger in and out of you while licking your swollen clit. His finger slid inside you, curling against your sweet spot.

Your hips began moving, moving your pussy against his face. Your arms were above your head, sharp nails extending and digging into the throw pillow behind you.

"Nngh—'s-samu—"

He hummed, eyes fluttering to look up at you. You were letting out pretty moans with breathless pants as you rutted against his face.

His finger pressed against your sweet spot, sending you into a frenzy as your toes dug into his back and came all over his face.

He hummed, closing his eyes at the familiar sweet taste of your cum on his lips. His tongue slowed down and you occasionally whimpered and shivered.

Your body twisted to the side and you pushed Osamu away with a whine. He chuckled and licked his lips.

"Feel better?" he asked.

You nodded, face flushed and sweaty.

Your eyes were blurry and you rubbed one of them with your fist. Your sharp nails retracted.

"Nap time?" he asked.

You nodded and let Osamu pick you up.

The two of you never noticed Atsumu with his hand around his cock in the hallway. You never even noticed the small cum stain he left on the floorboards.

[b0ba-chan]

rintarou x reader

cw pet play (ears, collaring, anal tail plug), use of kitten, finger sucking, tongue grabbing, asphyxiation, m. receiving oral, cum referred to as milk, cum eating, foot humping

a/n: this is for jj plays cupid collab!! please go and check out the rest of the creators the contributed too!! thank you @prettysetterbaby for hosting i love you mwah!

rintarou’s hand was wrapped around your throat, not too tight to restrict all your air flow, but enough for your head to feel light. the bell of your collar jingles as you gently pawing at his wrist to fight him off.

“dont be a brat now, i’ve had a long day.” he rolls his eyes and uses his free hand to slide two long fingers down your throat. you moan and gag, trying to suck on his digits as good as you can. bobbing your head a bit, you pull towards the tip of his fingers to nibble.

you were straddling his foot, bare cunt pressing against him as you try to get off. he pays no mind for it now, not wanting to put too much work into putting you in place, slowly pulling his fingers out of your mouth. you try your best to follow his fingers because you did not want to let go just yet. his hand tightens around out throat so your jaw drops to pull way from your mouth.

“stay put, kitten. be good,” rintarou grumbles as he pulls both hands away to undohis belt, pulling down his boxers just low enough for him to pull his cock out. you lean in a bit, wanting to get your mouth on him at once. but all he does is tap his dick on your forehead, precum leaking out of the tip and drooling onto the soft fur of the cat ears adorned on your head. you flinch back a bit, huffing at the teasing as you try and lick any part of him you can.

“jeez you can’t even wait one second? damn brat.” he grabs a fist full of hair, making you gasp in pain. with your mouth wide open, he forces your mouth on his cock. he chuckles at your initial gag only for you to start moaning around him. your head bobs up and down, taking in the salty taste of his dick and smelling his musky scent of being out all day.

you were still grinding down on his foot and with every brush of your clit, your ass clamps down around the plug that stuffed you. attached to the plug was a long, thin tail that matched in color with your kitty ears. though you felt full, it wasnt enough for you without rintarou slipping his cock in your pussy.

you were still happily taking your time working you mouth around his cock, not really taking into account how rin feels. you didn’t realize how selfish you were until you felt his hand push your head down to swallow him full. your eyes welled up in tears, not being able to budge from his forceful hand. as you calm down, hips stilling as you relaxing your throat, his other hand comes to pinch your nose.

the lack of airflow has you dizzy, hips trying to rut again from the sweet feeling of being lightheaded. tears slip down your rosy cheeks, staining them as your vision gets blurry. your nails weakly claw into his clothed thigh, the preasure slowly releasing as your vision starts to dot. you whole body shudders as you cum from him pushing his foot up into your clit.

he lets go of your nose and pulls you off his dick as the same time, fisting himself as you cough and try and take a breath. but you can tell rin was close and you didn’t want to waste his precious milk. you quickly contain yourself and lean closer, leaving your mouth open as a silent plea for him to cum on your mouth.

his hips back into his fist a bit, hissing as he targets his cum on your tongue. even though some has landed on your cheek, his warm milk coated you tonge, moaning as he grabs your tongue between his thumb and index finger.

“look at my little kitty. is this the milk you’ve been waiting for all day?” he coos as some dribbles off your tongue, watching you cry out as he’s not letting you swallow. he finally lets go, letting you swallow as you take his hand to lick off whatever dribbled off. he uses his thumb to push the remaining cum off your cheeks and into your mouth.

[ur-jinji]

the fire ferret of fate

bolin x f!reader

summary: the story of a girl who manifested her soulmate as a child and a guy just looking for his ferret

prompt: the red strings of fate

a/n: this is for the second prompt of an avatar/tlok writing collaboration that @twilight-toph is doing! the masterlists for the collab can be found here :)

a/n again: also i totally didn’t get the idea off of practical magic aka the best witch movie ever to grace this world

When Y/N was eight years old, she dreamed of finding her prince charming.

She would have her parents read love stories to her every night. She remembered one myth that her mother once told her called the Red Strings of Fate, which entailed an invisible thread that connected one to their soulmate. She believed it to be true until she took the idea too literally, and was frustrated to find there was no red string attaching her parents together.

One night, Y/N had to the crazy idea to create her own soulmate. Her perfect match. She grabbed a glass jar and her mother’s herbs and spices. She collected everything and brought it into the dining room and stood on chair. She thought for a while, what her perfect match be like?

“His favorite color will be green,” Y/N manifested, picking up a random green leaf for her parents’ tea, dropping it into the jar. “And very handsome.” Another leaf went into the jar.

“Y/N? What are you doing in there?” Her father asked from the sitting area. He was listening to the radio, and she could faintly hear a Pro-Bending Tournament happening.

“Nothing!” She shouted to him as she picked up a random white powder from a bowl. “And he’ll be famous.”

She picked up a few red flakes from a tiny jar. “He’ll always have something red on him. Like the strings of fate.”

Y/N thought of what else he would like, scanning around the room. She noticed her cat owl, Mittens, looking up at her from under the table.

“He’ll have the cutest pet in the whole wide world,” The young girl manifested as she picked some sugar between her index finger and thumb, sprinkling it into the glass jar. “And he’ll love noodles!” She ran to the kitchen and grabbed a noodle from a large bowl that was meant for supper. She hurried back into the dining room and dropped the noodle into the jar.

“It’s perfect!” Y/N exclaimed. She closed the jar and shook up the ingredients. “Wait. I’m missing something.”

Y/N made her way back to the kitchen, leaving a mess on the table. She found a pitcher of water and opened the jar again. She catiously poured some of the liquid into the jar, trying not to drip it onto the floor, but failing. She set the pitcher down and closed the jar before shaking her love potion again.

“Mama, I made a magic potion!” She announced as her mother entered the kitchen, unaware that she was about to get in trouble for making a massive mess.

Ten years later, Y/N still remembered that night fondly. She kept the jar under her bed despite mold beginning to grow.

One chilly autumn day, she was dressed warmly. Her mother sent to the markets to grab a few things for dinner that night. She made her way through the streets of Republic City, smiling politely at the passing strangers. Eventually, Y/N found herself at the markets. She gently picked up a large, red tomato, inspecting it carefully. As she rotated it, she felt something on her leg, like tiny claws poking her through her pants. She looked down and saw a...rodent with red fur? She shrieked, nearly jumping out of her skin and accidentally dropping the tomato onto the pavement. The rodent flinched but continued to cling onto her clothes, and began climbing up her leg and into her coat pocket. Y/N froze, not knowing what to do. She saw it poke its head out, and look up at her curiously. The more she looked at it, it looked pretty cute. Actually, extremely cute.

“Hey! You’re gonna have to pay for that tomato!” The merchant suddenly yelled at her, pointing down to the tomato guts spread across the street.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am!” Y/N apologized, reaching into her pocket to where the thing was. She gently pulled it out, realizing it was fire ferret, before set it on her shoulder. It held one of her coins in its paws, which Y/N snatched and handed to the angry woman. The woman flared her nostrils at her and turned away. Y/N turned her head to look at the fire ferret.

“You’re in big trouble, sir,” She said sternly, but not being able to hold any seriousness. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

Y/N stepped away from the tomato stand and continued down the street.

“Do you have an owner, buddy?” She asked the ferret, who simply squeaked in response. “I’ll take that as a maybe.”

She made her to the next stand full of cabbages. She picked up two, paid for them, and the merchant for that stand thanked her before handing them back in a brown paper bag. The fire ferret chirped, sniffing down at the bag.

“No, mister, that’s not for you,” Y/N scolded quietly.

“Pabu!” A voice behind her shouted. The fire ferret on Y/N’s shoulder perked up before quickly climbing down her body, running in the direction behind her. She turned around and saw a guy who looks frantic and out of breath.

“Oh, is that little guy yours?” She asked as the man approached her. She instantly noticed his piercing green eyes.

“Yes! Thank you so much for finding him and taking care of him!” The guy said as the red fire ferret, she assumed who was named Pabu, jumped into his arms.

“He’s a mischievous little guy. He made me drop a tomato and then tried to rob me!” Y/N explained, breathing out a laugh.

“I don’t even know what got into him! We were reading today’s paper and he just took off! I spent, like, forever looking for him!” The guy said, giving really dramatic arm gestures. “And bad Pabu! We don’t steal from strangers!”

Pabu’s ears tucked back in response, seemingly ashamed of himself.

“I thought he was massive rat at first! He scared the hell out me,” She said, gaining a laugh from the guy.

“I’m Bolin, by the way,” He introduced himself. “You might’ve heard of me and my brother, Mako. We play for the Pro-Bending Fire Ferrets Team!”

“Oh, yeah! My father and I have listened to many of your matches!” Y/N said, smiling, and feeling a little starstruck. “And I’m Y/N.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Bolin replied while grinning, his emerald eyes sparkling. He held out his hand, which she took, and shook it firmly. “And you’ve already met Pabu.”

She smiled, reaching her hand out to pet Pabu’s red fur, who was planted firmly on Bolin’s shoulder.

“I have to repay you somehow! Would you like to accompany Pabu and I to Narook’s Seaweed Noodlery? They have the best seaweed noodles in Republic City!” He offered. Y/N felt her stomach grumble.

“Oh, wow. That sounds great actually,” She replied. “I just need to finish getting a couple things for my mother.”

“Of course, of course. We’ll tag along with you!” Bolin insisted. Y/N nodded eagerly, sending him a warm smile. He lifted his arm, offering it to her. She didn’t hesitate to wrap hers around it, and they began their walk down the pavement.

Pabu jumped over to Bolin’s other shoulder closest to Y/N’s and settled in between. As they made their to next food stand, her mind began to wander to the potion she made years ago.

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witching hour

Overview: Halloween has always been an extra magical time of year for you, and when you happen to run right into a very cute guy at the candy table at the party you're attending then you just know this is going to be one supernaturally good Halloween! And not even a talking cat can ruin it for you. Pairing: Iida Tenya x Fem!Reader (Aged up Supernatural AU!) Word Count: 4.4k Warning(s): A little bit of cursing? And the reader is FEM! So if you are uncomfortable with that please  be aware! Author’s Notes: This is part of the Sweater Weather BNHA Sanctuary Fall Collab 2020! You can find the masterlist here, and please go check it out and give the other fics some love too! They’re all AMAZING!!! This one is unashamedly cheesy, corny, and definitely inspired by Sabrina the Teenage Witch (because that just screams Halloween to me, and I hope it does to you too!)

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“Hey, I’m home!” you called, walking in through the back door of the house with your shopping bags in hand. You nudged it closed with your elbow and put the bags down before pulling your shoes off. There was no answer, but you could spot a folded piece of paper on the table that would most likely tell you where your uncles could be found. You picked the bags back up and moved them over to the counter before walking back to the table to take a look at the note.

Your name was written across the front in Uncle Toshinori’s neat, blocky handwriting, and as you opened the letter it flew out of your hands and started hovering around your head. Both of your uncles owned fully functional mobile phones, you made sure of it, but sometimes they still preferred doing things the Witch Way.

“Hello, young (Y/N!)” the letter started speaking, your uncle’s voice coming out loud and strong as if he was standing next to you. “Taishiro and I have gone shopping for Halloween gifts for Nemuri’s party! We’ll be home in time for dinner, so save your appetite! See you soon!” As soon as it had finished, the letter exploded into tiny pieces of confetti; you were happy to see that they were tiny little orange pumpkins and black bats, perfect for the time of year. Brushing the confetti off of your sweater, you walked back over the counter where you’d deposited your bags and started pulling everything out so you could start to put it away.

Maybe it was corny, and maybe it was cheesy, but Halloween was hands down your favourite time of year. Everything about the month of October was great; the leaves started changing colours, the temperatures dropped for that perfect sweater weather (for a week or so, at least, before it got too cold), and the fact that this was the one month of the year that all of the weirdness that usually followed you around could be excused as part of the spooky season. Which, okay, not that it was ever really excused by your mortal friends, but still. Being a Witch was never easy, but least Halloween made it easier than normal.

For Witches like you and your uncles Toshinori and Taishiro, Halloween was more than just an excuse to decorate the whole house, dress up in costumes and consume an absurd amount of candy—which you definitely did, you wouldn’t deny that—it was the season when your magic was strongest, and it was a time when you would get together and see all of your friends and family who didn’t live in the Mortal Realm like you did. And this year would be extra fun because instead of going to the family party this year (being held by Uncle Tsunagu, which always promised you’d be bored to tears), you were going to a costume party being thrown by a friend of your uncles.

“Ooh, what did you bring me?” You were shaken out of your thoughts by a voice to your left, and you turned to see Shinsou, your uncles’ deep purple cat, had jumped up onto the counter and made himself at home on one of the empty plastic bags. Sneaking up on everyone else was one of his favourite things to do (aside from take naps, provide unwanted sarcastic commentary, and pretend he didn’t love playing with the cat toys around the house unless he thought he was alone). You rolled your eyes, reaching over to scratch him behind the ears.

“Nothing, you nosy cat,” you told him, and he swatted at you with one of his little white tipped paws. You withdrew your hand, going back to emptying the bags.

“Rude. You leave me all by lonesome, no one to give me food or throw my mice for me, and you don’t even bring something home for me?” he asked. You ignored that. You instead turned to the pile of things on the counter—most of it was Halloween candy you were planning on hiding in your room to snack on when you were studying, but you’d also gone out to get a costume for the party that you were going to. Shinsou walked closer, making his way around the boxes to come and see what you had.

Holding up the costume against your body, you showed it off for the feline. “So? What do you think? I thought it was really cute!” you told him. He looked you up and down, his small face scrunching up.

“You’re going as a Witch? Really? And I thought your uncles were unoriginal,” he said. You pouted, folding the costume and putting it back on the counter. It was a really cute little dress and hat combo that you’d picked up, and you thought it would go perfect with some tights and shoes you had in your closet somewhere.

“Oh yeah? And what are you planning to be for Halloween?” you asked, and Shinsou huffed. He brought one paw up to sweep through the air as he gestured across the kitchen.

“Well, the last time I was human for  Halloween was when my cult—er, my organization was planning to make me Emperor of Earth, and I was a pirate,” he said. You could only imagine Shinsou in an absolutely ridiculous outfit, probably dressed just like Jack Sparrow, right before he was busted by the Witches Council for trying to take over the Mortal World. Sometimes you had to wonder how someone like him could do something like that, but he had this weird ability to talk people into almost anything. “Everyone loved it. But now I’m a cat, so I guess for Halloween I’ll just be a cat who pretends to listen to you whine about how you’re still single and eating candy corn by the bucket.”

“Well if you liked being a pirate so much, why don’t you do that again this year?” you said, huffing slightly. You pointed your finger at Shinsou, concentrating, and then in a poof of smoke and sparkles, he was sitting on the counter in a tiny pirate costume. He stood up and looked himself over, turning in circles. You couldn’t help but laugh as you grabbed your candy and your costume and took off out of the kitchen and started climbing the stairs. You could hear the jingle of Shinsou’s costume from behind you.

“Hey! Come and take this off of me!” you heard him yell, and you only laughed louder as you ran into your room and closed the door before he could get inside.

“Have fun, Shinsou!” you called, and you heard his little claws start scratching at your door. You could hear him grumbling something about no one appreciating his sarcasm and you walked away to go hide your candy from your uncles.

Yep, Halloween was always fun in your house.

***

A week later, you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup before you were supposed to be leaving for the Halloween party. You were sitting at your desk in front of the mirror while Shinsou was on your bed, stretched out and toying with one of the tassels on the end of one of your pillows. You were still happy with your costume choice, no matter how many snarky remarks Shinsou made—there were a lot of them—and dressing up as a Witch was fun! Plus, the outfit itself was very cute, especially since you’d been able to find the tights and cute black shoes you’d been looking for.

You heard a knock on your half open door, and you looked up to see Uncle Taishiro poking his head through the doorway. His face was stretched wide with a grin, and you saw that he’d slicked back his normally unruly blond hair and left his face on display.

“You about ready, kiddo?” he asked, and you nodded. You finished up and quickly packed away your makeup before standing up and picking up your hat to place on your head. Uncle Taishiro stepped fully into your room, and you did a twirl to show off your costume. He gave you a thumbs up, laughing just a little. “Very nice! You make a very lovely Witch, (Y/N), if I do say so.”

“And you make a very handsome Gaston,” you told him, seeing his costume. He brought up an arm to flex, winking at you. You had to admit that his costume did look very good, and very authentic. He most likely magicked that up, but why not? You’d used a little bit of help yourself, just to make the details on your dress sparkle a little bit brighter in the light.

“If you’re both done goofing around, we have a party to get to,” Shinsou interrupted. He made his way across your bed wearing his little tuxedo and bowtie, before jumping off the bed and up into Uncle Taishiro’s arms. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your bag, pulling it over your shoulder and walking out of your room behind your giant of an uncle (you swore there had to be some kind of giant genes in your family, because both of your uncles were humongous—well, Uncle Toshinori used to be, before his… accident, but still). Uncle Toshinori was waiting in the hallway, and he was wearing a skeleton costume that you were pretty sure you had seen him practicing a spell for earlier in the week to make sure it was showing off his real bones. He really did go all out for Halloween and you admired that about him.

“Young (Y/N)! Very cute, you make a very good Witch,” he said, holding up his camera so that he could take a photo. You smiled and let him do it, and you took it from him to take some photos of him and Uncle Taishiro before the three of you left.

It wasn’t long before the three of you (plus Shinsou) were going through the hall closet to get to the entrance to the Other Realm, which was surprisingly empty tonight. Everyone else crossing over had most likely done it earlier in the day, which worked in your favour. Uncle Toshinori entered Nemuri's address into the system and then you all stepped through the door, popping out the other side and right into the party.

“Tai! Toshi!” came the loud voice of the host, Nemuri Kayama, who came over to give them big hugs. She was wearing some kind of leather looking bodysuit—maybe she was Black Widow? You had no idea. She did look good, though. She always did. And when she spotted you, she was quick to bring you in for a hug as well, crushing you up against her chest. It was only for a few seconds (but it felt like a lifetime before you could breathe again, black leather and a big chest were not a good combo for close quarters). Then she was letting you go and while you readjusted your hat, she started ruffling Shinsou’s fur.

“Aw, look at the fancy cat! Are you a butler, Shinsou?” she asked, and he swatted at her hands.

“Absolutely not, I am James Bond, thank you very much,” he told her, puffing himself up to show off his little tuxedo jacket and bowtie. You hid a laugh behind your hand. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to find the catnip bar and enjoy myself while talking to people who will appreciate me and what I have to say.” And with that he jumped out of Uncle Taishiro’s arms and threaded his way through the crowd. He’d find his way back eventually—that, or you’d end up finding him passed out somewhere or playing with Nemuri’s curtains. Both had happened at family gatherings before.

Uncle Toshinori handed Nemuri the Halloween presents—which was a tradition, exchanging Halloween presents was a big deal among people in the Other Realm—and then he and Uncle Taishiro were being pulled away by friends who had spotted them and wanted to see them. You recognized Keigo and Miruko, who came by the house pretty often, and there was also a man with very, very long blonde hair dressed up as a cowboy and a man with not quite as long dark hair who looked like he had also taken your idea and dressed up as a Witch. You smiled and waved, and Uncle Taishiro told you that you’d be leaving at midnight and one or two of your cousins were hanging around so you should look out for them if you needed anything. You nodded, but there was no way in hell you were going looking for your cousins. With your luck, it would end up being Izuku. Who was fine, really, you liked hanging out with him when you were kids and he was a nice enough guy (you talked at all mandatory family functions and usually stuck together along with cousin Mirio to protest being stuck at the kids table) but you wanted to have fun and he was… well, too quiet for having fun at a party like this. Sometimes you wondered if he really was from the Werewolf side of the family. But you decided to try and have fun on your own. Which… lasted all of about five minutes before you realized there were a lot of people here. Maybe you needed to take some time to make a plan before you approached anyone else to talk.

So here you were, standing by the snack table, trying to decide what you wanted to eat while you formulated your plan of attack. You’d vaguely recognized a few people on your way over there—a lot of your uncles’ friends were here, and they’d all brought people (Siblings? Children? You had no idea) who looked about your age. Or, well, you thought they looked about your age, but you could never really tell. Especially with vampires. You got yourself a cup of punch (which was a very cute little goblet! Witches really do take Halloween very seriously) and you were browsing the wide selection of food before you saw it. The biggest bowl of candy corn that you’d ever seen. And it was calling your name (which it may actually have been, for all you knew Nemuri might have bewitched the bowl to entice people to eat it. Not that Witches ever needed a reason to eat candy corn).

You walked towards it, reaching for the scoop to get yourself some of the nice little treat when your hand collided with something—or someone, actually, who was trying to grab it at the exact same time. You looked up, startled, to see a young man who looked about your age standing on the other side of the table. He was… well, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t absolutely handsome, and you couldn’t help but stare at his face. He had short, neatly styled dark blue hair, with some very uniquely shaped pointed eyebrows that were almost near his hairline. His eyes—which told you that this was a Vampire—were red and shining behind black framed square glasses. His face was square, with a very defined jawline, and you were now realizing that you were just standing here staring at a very pretty, very strange new person who was probably wondering why you were being so weird when all they wanted was candy corn.

Your eyes met his and you smiled at him, shrugging one of your shoulders as you moved your hand back and away from the bowl to let him go first. That caused your hand to brush against his once again, and then all of a sudden the bowl was in the air and there was candy corn everywhere. It took your brain a second to catch up, just as the bowl hit the floor, before you realized he had flipped the bowl over.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the look of absolute shock on his face. His cheeks very quickly turned bright red, and he bent down to pick up the bowl. You looked around, and thankfully the music seemed to be loud enough that no one had really noticed. You pointed your finger and then in a flash of sparks the bowl was full again and the floor corn was in the nearby garbage.

“Didn’t know you were that against candy corn. Did it hurt you when you were a kid?” you asked, the words coming out before you could stop them. You really had to stop hanging out with Shinsou so much, he was rubbing off on you. The stranger blinked, before setting the bowl back down on the table and clearing his throat.

“Um… I was just surprised, is all,” he said. His voice was deeper than you’d thought it would be and it suited him way more than whatever you had imagined in your head. “I didn’t think you would actually be a Witch, though. Your costume is a little on the nose.” Oh, so he wanted to play that kind of game, huh? You reached forward and grabbed a handful of the candy corn as you looked him up and down. He was wearing some kind of… knight costume? Which looked pretty authentic, you had to say. It was white and polished, with gold detailing that looked like leaves all across his chest, and a deep blue cape slung across his shoulders and falling down behind him.

“Mine is on the nose? Are you supposed to be some kind of… prince? I hope that armour isn’t made of silver or you might piss some Werewolves off tonight,” you said, and you were surprised to hear him snort at that. You popped some pieces of candy into your mouth, smiling again, and you saw his cheeks flush once more.

“I’m a knight, I’ll have you know,” he told you. You shrugged. He looked good either way, honestly. “This was my brother’s. Not silver, thankfully. But at least a little more creative than some other costumes.” You frowned, your eyebrows pulling together. So he was being serious when he implied you weren’t creative?

Your train of thought was interrupted, though, when a loud voice yelled “TENYA!” and you looked around, startled. Not too far away was another young looking man with the same colour hair as the man in front of you was waving over at you. He was dressed up as Batman—a very, very good looking Batman with his mask sitting in his lap so you could see his face and how much it resembled the pretty boy in front of you—and he was gesturing towards you. But your name wasn’t Tenya, so it must have been towards the person in front of you. Who was probably named Tenya. You looked between them, and the Vampire in front of you sighed and excused himself. You watched him make his way over to Batman, who nudged him lightly on the arm before they started talking.

You couldn’t help but watch the two of them go back and forth, trying to imagine what they were saying. Batman was making a lot of hand gestures, some in your direction, while Tenya kept very rigidly waving his arm up and down with his hand open and palm flat out. Maybe Batman saw what happened with the candy corn? Or Tenya was supposed to bring him candy corn? You kept eating it yourself.

After a moment or two had passed, you realized that okay, it was probably time to go and find someone else to talk to. Which was sad, because as odd as this Tenya was, he was still very cute and you did like going back and forth with him. But you should probably try and have some fun before you had to leave. Looking around the crowd, you spotted a group of younger people not too far away, and they looked friendly enough—there was another young woman who was dressed up as what looked like a pink fuzzy sheep? Beside another woman dressed as Bo Peep, and a guy dressed up as what looked like Gomez Addams—so you figured it was worth a try. You grabbed a handful of candy for the trip, and you turned to leave. But you didn’t make it two steps before all of a sudden Tenya was back in front of you.

“Um, wait!” he said, holding his hands up in front of him. You nearly jumped. You always forgot how fast Vampires could be; you didn’t know very many back in the Mortal Realm. Batman was coming up behind him, stopping his wheelchair just behind him.

“Is everything okay? Did you forget something?” you asked. Tenya paused, just for a moment, one of his hands coming up to rub at the back of his neck. It looked kind of cute, really, a little flustered and out of place. Vampires were usually old school and old money (from what you knew) so this was unexpected. But not a bad thing. You leaned against the table, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him.

“Are you four hundred or are you four? You can do this! Come on!” Batman probably meant to whisper that, but he was loud enough for you to hear. Tenya groaned.

“Look, I… yes, I forgot something,” he said. He pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose, and for the first time tonight you saw his lips curve up into a smile. You mirrored it, unable to help yourself. “I forgot to tell you that while your costume choice is on the nose, it’s also practical and… it suits you very well.”

Well. That was unexpected, but you weren’t going to complain. You uncrossed your arms and brushed your hands along your dress, smoothing out the fabric. “Yours does too, Prince Charming.” You knew he’d said he was a knight, but you couldn’t resist. Batman laughed from behind Tenya, who turned to shush him.

“She’s great! Don’t let this go to waste, Tenya,” he said, slapping Tenya on the back. The armour made a loud clang, and Tenya swatted at Batman’s head. The older (you thought? Maybe? God, Vampire aging sucked because no one could ever tell how old anyone really was) blue haired man waved at you, before taking off across the room. The armoured male turned back to you, shrugging.

“Please excuse my brother. He’s… probably drunk,” he said. You laughed loudly, waving your hand in front of you.

“It’s okay! He’s pretty funny,” you said. That got a smile out Tenya, and you were happy that he’d come back over. You grabbed another handful of candy and offered him some. He took a few pieces, and the two of you eased into conversation. You found out his name was in fact Tenya, he was definitely an old money Vampire, and he was planning on studying History (since he had already lived through a lot of it, why not get a good grade out of it? But seeing how animated he got discussing his passion for all things old and dead in History books, you thought it was kind of cute).

Before you knew it, hours had flown by. It felt like minutes, really, and you were definitely happy you hadn’t ditched the candy table to try your luck with the other people at the party. You were just getting to learn about Tenya’s brother’s wild antics as a soldier wearing the armour you’d admired earlier when you heard your uncle Toshinori call, “Young (Y/N)! We need to get heading back! Time to go!” You looked over your shoulder to see your uncles waving to you. Uncle Toshinori was holding Shinsou in his arms, and his jacket was unbuttoned and it looked like the cat had a very good time because he was currently passed out. And most likely purring. You nodded, sending them a thumbs up.

“It’s been nice talking with you,” you said as you turned back to face Tenya. His smile had turned into a frown, and he nodded. “Those are my uncles, I gotta get going. Have to head back before the door to the Mortal Realm closes for the night. But this has been really fun, Prince Charming.”

“Yes, of course, please get home safely,” he told you, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit disappointed that he hadn’t asked for your number. But at least it would be a cute story to tell your friends, and maybe you’d see him next Halloween? Hopefully? You hiked your bag further up your shoulder and started walking towards your waiting uncles. But after a few steps you stopped. Did you really want Shinsou to make fun of you for hanging out by the candy and pining after a Vampire when you could have done something about it? Absolutely not. Tenya was cute, you both liked candy corn, and how cute would this story be to tell when people asked you how you started dating?

Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, but you were gonna go for it.

You turned on your heel and walked back over to Tenya. You dug one hand into your bag, digging through it until your hand closed around what felt like a pen, and thankfully was a pen when you pulled it out to take a look. You took Iida by the wrist, pulling his hand close to you, and clicked the pen so you could scribble your name and number across his palm.

“This is my number. Let me know the next time you’re free, and maybe sometime before next Halloween we can go get some candy corn together and not have it end up on the floor,” you said, drawing a little heart underneath your number. You looked up at him and smiled, and you were happy to see his mouth hanging slightly open as he looked down at his hand. You squeezed his wrist once before you let it go. Uncle Taishiro called your name again, and you waved at the boy in front of you before turning around and following your uncles out of the party. You kept that big smile on your face the entire time, and pretended you didn’t notice the looks your uncles were giving each other behind you.

Yeah, Halloween was definitely your favourite time of year.

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Prologue ∫ ≈Fear of Water≈

Fear of the Water 🎶

Summary: Reina Lynch didnt have the most inviting nighttime welcome to the Outer Banks. Getting situated in her new home, her steparents think it’s best to send her off to get a job...at the Wreck. 

Warning: Night terror, light mention of aquaphobia. 

Word count: 4.2k

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female!oc

Masterlist

a/n: Okay! This is my first series on here and I’m super nervous about it! But overall, i hope you enjoy and chapter one will be out sometime next week! Special thanks to @pogueszn for all her help! And also to the lovely @mdlyncline who’s been there with me since the beginning and this is also a collab with her oc Harlow so keep an eye out for her later on!

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Golden feather grass tickles Reina's ankles as she stood in an ample, verdant terrain that she wasn't quite familiar with. Cold air circles around her skin, goosebumps praising every inch of her body. Her mind was lulled with the feeling of serenity, letting her eyelids flutter shut, basking in the warmth gracing her skin. Light danced across her eyelids, and she pried them open, the sun ahead of her kissing the horizon, brightening her brown eyes. The orange painted sky was a masterpiece, and tears pricked her waterline as she became overwhelmed with emotion. Her lips pulled upward into an ever-growing smile, excitement surging through her veins at the mystic sight ahead of her.

She felt an invisible force calling her, and she didn't think twice as she let the wind pick up around her, the white, flowy dress she was wearing lifting up her legs when she lunged forward. She let her bare feet kick off the grassy earth beneath her, giggles breaking through her lungs like a melody. The sound of muffled voices was attempting to break through, but all she heard was the singing of birds celebrating her freedom. Reina slightly tripped as she ran down a steep hill, but she found her balance and continued to advance toward the light. She shooed her raven hair from her face, wanting to train all her focus on the sun's lovely hum.

She came to a sudden hold at the vibration of thunder, and her expression fell to one of fear and confusion. The sound of her heartbeat became the only sound pounding in her ears. She lifted her head to see gray clouds hovering over the once majestic sky, feeling a pang in her chest, and sorrow began flooding her thoughts.

"You're hurting me, Reina!" Someone's voice?

She recalled being alone.

Thunder roared, and lightning struck a far off mountain top. Where did the mountains come from? Reina cowered down, shielding her figure from the deadly flares lighting up the dark sky. A war was happening above, a conflict that she couldn't recall the reason for. Was it her?

Too focused on the harsh winds pushing her back, she felt liquid touch the sole of her foot. She gasped, whipping around with horror striking her vision. Air hitched in her throat when she saw the once grassy terrain morphing into water. A surging storm. A wild ocean that was unable to be tamed. Unshed tears glossed her eyes, the urgency of the situation dawning over her.

It's not real.

Reina tumbled back, and a scream elicited from the depth of her chest as she felt a hand wrap around her ankle. She froze in place, the sound of roaring thunder now ceasing to dead silence. She couldn't even hear herself breathing. Reina was no longer standing in the green terrain but in the middle of the ocean. The water was still, like a glass floor. The tiniest bit of pressure and she would cave into the icy unknown below.

Shaky breath crackled through her trembling lips, the cry pressing against her throat, threatening to make itself known. The sky was gray, sadness making the pressure on her shoulders too much to bear. She was tired.

Reina's eyes dipped down to see her reflection down on the water. But it didn't look like her. Her eyes weren't green. She was looking into the eyes of someone...something she wished to forget. Once she let a tear fall from her eyes, it sent a ripple throughout the still water, revealing a face. His face.

"I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely—almost whimpering. Pleading.

Her scream was muted when the hand that had been resting around her ankle was now around her throat and yanked her in the water. Bubble blurred her vision as she felt herself sinking deeper into the cold darkness.

Deeper.

And deeper.

Until there was...nothing.

Reina jolted upward from the comfort of her bed, gasping for air. Her eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness, and she was still stuck in her dream. Her breathing was uneven as a sob suddenly racked her along with a shrilling scream that would surely wake up her new neighbors. She couldn't feel anything, her hands blinding searching her surroundings for contact but nothing. Her cry was clogging her airways, and she reached for her throbbing throat and ran her nails along the skin, desperate to tear herself open just for some air. She dragged down on fresh crescent-shaped scars that adorned the side of her neck, not noticing the scab she was revealing.

The sound of her door slamming open did not alert her to stop the assault on her neck. Her eyes were wide open; pupils dilated to the point of blindness.

"Reina! Sweetheart, calm down." a resonant voice tried breaking through to her, but she only panics more, now kicking her legs in defiance toward the paw-like hands that were reaching for her arms. The bed dipped behind her and she felt two, brawny arms wrestling her wrist to pry them away from her throat forcefully.

"No--" Reina cried out, a cough cutting off her sobbing plea. She thrashed about, frantic to break free. The strong arm was now wrapped around her torso, and she was now restrained to the point of exhaustion. But it didn't stop her. Bubbles filled her ears like she was still being pulled under to her death.

"Why’s her window closed, Chris?" a woman, her clipped accent harsh and stern. Still trying breath through her hysterical sobs, she tilted her head along with the faint sound of footsteps maneuvering toward her bed's side.

"She must have forgot 'bout it." the man replied through grunts. Despite his broad arms and body, keeping the girl down was a challenge every time.

The creaking of her window opening made her stop moving completely. The cold, North Carolina air soured through her bedroom.

There's no wind underwater.

The soothing touch of the man running his hands down her hair brought her cries to subside, tears now cold against her red cheeks. Her clouded mind was set free when the sound she had been searching for finally made itself known. The twinkling of the windchime hung outside her window was like heaven to her ears. Her eyes heaved shut, her wet lashes tickling her cheekbones. Two small hands cupped her cheeks, the soft thumbs of the woman caressing her skin to coax her eyes open releaving.

Human touch.

Reina opened her eyes, and for the first time that night, she saw another person's face. She couldn't make out her familiar features, but she knew who was in front of her.

"You’ve gotta breath darling," she cooed, her own dark eyes boring into hers, “can you do that for me?” Reina complied with the direction and inhaled softly through her nose and trembled out breaths through her lips. She continued the same practice for a while until the woman in front of her was nodding, an encouraging smile touching her lips.

Reina knew her name. Her accent gave it away. Mina.

"Do you feel that?" the man asked, losing his grip on her body, letting her back fall limp against his chest. She outlined his breathing like a template, attempting to copy his own until she found her voice again.

"Yes," she breathed quietly, almost in a whisper. His deep voice was familiar, as well. Christopher. "Hands. Mina's hands."

"Good, that’s good, now who's behind you?"

Reina swallowed down her tears, the pressure long gone. "Christopher."

She fought the urge to squeeze her eyes shut, she glanced around her room searching desperately for something to focus on. Christopher still had a grip on her arms to keep her from clawing at her neck, she struggled against him to try and clear her airways.

“Reina,” Mina called, softly moving her face so she would look at her, “do you know where you are?”

“I-” Reina drew in a ragged breath, “I’m- I’m in-”

She knew where she was but she couldn’t get the words out. Her chest was still tight and sweat pooled at her hairline, slipping down her forehead.

“You’re in North Carolina,” Mina answered.

Reina nodded her head, glancing out of the corner of her eye to look at the windchime. The pieces clinked together, an offbeat tune filling her room. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of the windchime and feeling her surroundings. She swallowed thickly, finally taking in a good deep breath.

“Good job, Reina, that’s it.” Mina let the back of her hand gently wipe the tears off Reina’s cheeks, her heart beat settling knowing she had finally gotten the girl to calm down. This time at least. “You did so well honey.”

Reina shifted uncomfortably in place, her face filled with disdain. She was yet to get used to the comfort of others considering where she came from. Chris took the hint and gradually removed himself from his position behind her and moved next to Mina, one of his knees propping on the bed.  Reaina kept her eyes cast to the bed sheet crumpled in her hand as she dipped her body down to lay her head against the pillow, fixating her focus on the ceiling. Her eyes were rimmed red, her throat suddenly feeling dry but she was too weak to ask for water. Or too hesitant.

Her step parents waited worryingly for her to say something, Mina toying with the material of her robe while Chris nibbled on his bottom lip. As much as she wished the silent treatment would work, she huffed softly, propping up on her elbows to look them in the eye, despite the looming darkness.

“I’m okay guys,” she assured with a smile. That smile that she had faked many times before. It had worked on her stepparents so far, but she wondered how long it would be until they caught up. Seeing their skeptical expressions, she tilted her head, “Seriously.”

With that said, they bid her a goodnight and retired to their own bedroom across the house. Once she knew they were out of earshot, her wobbling chin broke before a silent whimper slipped her lips. Her eyes flooded with warm tears once again and she clapped a hand over her mouth. She had caused enough trouble in her perspective and having her step parents, who had been more than welcoming, have to keep one eye open incase of a night terror was something she didn't take lightly. Reian knew her life had taken a diverse dynamic in the matter of two months. Perhaps it was for the best but it seemed more like a punishment .A water locked prison with no way out just made her anxiety spike.  

And being afraid of the water wasn't a good fear to have when you lived on an island.

The Outer Banks.

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Warm wind kisses Reina's nose as it flows through her open window. Her windchime sings an uneven melody making her scrunch her face to the unwelcoming tune so early in the morning. Her brown eyes almost look ruby red once the light sparkles against them, bringing her to moan in annoyance.

Reina was about to roll over on her bed to shield her face from the sun's unrelenting assault when she hears a soft snore from beside her. Wincing quietly, she notices Mina curled up into a ball, her warm almond skin radiating light on her cheekbones. Mina Lynch was born in South Asia but raised in London, where she became a criminal justice lawyer. Reina thought her profession was badass, a stark contrast from her husband's job as a fisherman who met the lovely Mina during an exhibition to find a freshwater giant. Instead, he "caught" something even better, a wife. Reina always laughed anytime he told the story, but as much as she expressed a face of awkwardness, her heart warmed.

Slipping from the warmth of the bed, Reina was met with a sudden chill, and she cursed herself for wearing spandex and a shirt that was too big for her small frame. The baggy gray t-shirt hung off her shoulder as she shuffled across the wooden floorboard and into her own bathroom, her arm bumping the threshold due to the sleep in her eyes that blinded her. Her night terror from last night brought her to feel clammy, and she concluded that a shower was an order. After letting the cool water drape down her body like a stream, she was out in less than ten minutes, throwing on a pair of denim shorts and a red, floral tank that hugged her figure. She was already faced with the humid air once she stepped off the ferry that had brought her to this godforsaken island and was met with the consequence when she wore a hoodie and jeans. Never would she make that mistake again.

The journey to the Outer Banks was hell within itself. She had to take sleeping pills to distract herself from the waves beneath her. Mina and Chris tried getting her to at least look out on the water, but she refused, making a bench her permanent residence the remainder of the ride. Her stepparents knew better than to push her too much, considering all she's been through.

Her new home was welcoming and cozy in size. Once Reina freshened up to start the day, she slid against the wooden floor into the kitchen. The bright morning sun welcomed her through the giant bay windows that adorned either side of the red front door. She was delighted to hear the windchimes out on the front porch but also felt touched for having them set up the glass ornament at every window of the house.

She restlessly pulled her hair back into a ponytail with her scrunchie pressed between her lips before something outside caught her eyes. Quirking her brow, she shifted to the bay window and took a seat on the baby blue cushion. Pushing the glass slightly open, she was able to catch the last bit of a conversation being held by Christopher and an officer. The sheriff, maybe?

Her stepfather's tall frame looked intimidating, even from where she sat. The morning light reflected off his chestnut bald head, his dark brows knitted together in focus. The man looked like he could crush a dozen bricks with his bare hands, but from the little time Reina knew Chris, he was the biggest goofball, which matched well with Mina's stern yet bubbly personality.

"She gets these night terrors..."

Reina's ears perked a bit at the mention of her dilemma last night and bit her lips, seeing the police officer scratch the back of his head as if he wasn't convinced. But she caught something in the man's eyes, realization perhaps?

The officer stepped closer to Chris, "Is uh, - she's the one that--"

Chris waved his hands, hindering the man from speaking any further. Reina frowned, already dreading the pity look that the officer would give her if ever the time came where she came across him again. He must have already been informed about her history prior to there coming here.

"Didn't take you as the early riser."

Reina spun around, her raven hair smacking her cheek to look at Mina, who was already flashing a teasing smile in her direction. The woman was clad in a silky blue robe, tying a loose knot in the front before pouring a cup of coffee.

Reina shrugged, pulling a strand that had got caught in her mouth. "Don't exactly have a mental alarm. I just wake up whenever really." She removed herself from the warm seat of the bay window and sat across from Mina on a bar stool, resting her arms on the island countertop.

"I was never a morning person myself," Mina stated, leaning her back against the counter by the fridge to face her step-daughter. "That's why I work on all my cases at night."

Reina's eyes nearly fell from her sockets once she felt a churn in her stomach, hunger barking at her like a siren. She never skipped a meal. And god forbid if it wasn't cooked by her. Her hands were art when it came to culinary practice. Reina cooked all kinds of meals from any country, no matter the time of day. You name it, and she'll whip it up in record time. Mina and Chris saw her as a blessing from the gods once she stepped into their kitchen back in California. Neither of them was gifted with a chef's hand and had solved the problem with take out their whole lives.

Reina was quick to sunny side some eggs on one pan while turkey bacon ( her personal preference as a replacement for regular bacon) cooked on another. The smell of homemade breakfast roamed the house and greeted Chris once he entered the kitchen from outside. His eyes glowed with excitement, seeing Reina hard at work with her hair pulled back, her eyes fixated on the amount of seasoning she let fall onto her eggs. If anyone told her they took their eggs with only salt and pepper, she might just lose it.

Reina felt like she was in her own bubble when she was cooking. No distractions, no worries. Just herself in an element that was untouched by anyone in the house. The kitchen was her playground, and she was told she was welcomed to experiment with anything she'd like in there.

After making everyone's eggs, pancakes, and bacon, Mina and Chris stood across from Reina, watching her delightfully as she munched on a strip of turkey bacon. Once she only heard nothing but the sound of cutlery and munching, she knew they were staring at her. Again. Horrible habit of theirs that quite honestly made her uncomfortable at times.

Perking her eyes up, she gradually stopped chewing on her bacon. "Hey," she said casually.

Chris nodded in response, leaning one arm on the counter with the other on his hip. She couldn't help but notice the smirk that was playing on his lips. Mina had the same expression, cupping her glass of orange juice with both hands. "How do you like the island so far?" he questioned, an overly excited yet hopeful tone in his voice.

The question was loaded, and she set bacon on her plate, wiping her hands together to rid of the crumbs. "Well, being stuck on an island that’s literally surrounded by water doesn't exactly scream inviting." she said nonchalantly, "and that officer out there seems to know a lot about me already."

Chris shook his hand, waving his hand dismissively to her worry. "That was just officer Shoupe, a good friend of Mina's'. He got some complaints back at the station due to screaming, but once he knew it was you, he brushed it off. Nothing to worry about."

Reina was skeptical and diverted her gaze to Mina, who nodded in agreement. "He knows about your... you know. But I trust Shoupe, and he is taking your security very seriously," Mina assured.

"Is that why we moved here?" Reina chuckled softly, referring to the house she resided in. " I mean, don't get me wrong, it's cute, and I love it, but I saw your house in Cali. You can afford to buy a bigger one on the Northside of the island."

"The lower the profile, the less chance there is of him knowing your location. Besides, I've always liked small houses better. Easier to clean." Mina's last remark was clearly directed to her husband's unorganized nature once she gave him a side-eyed glare.  

Chris gave her a pointed look before rolling his eyes and focused back on Reina. "Besides, I think living on a small island is very therapeutic," he added in a matter of factly tone with his finger facing the heavens. "You can start getting back in the flow of being near the water." the man chortled at his added pun, making his wife whip his side with the back of her hand.

"How is taking a girl with aquaphobia to live on an island 'therapeutic?'" Reina queried with an incredulous look, air quoting her stepfather's assumption.

"We're not telling you to jump right in, darling," Mina informed.

"I see what you did there," her husband noted, earning yet another slap to the side. Once she recognized the small indication of things referencing water in their lecture, a smile touched Reina's lips. If Reina had to pick the more serious parent...well, it would be almost impossible since neither of them could play the part.

"As I was saying, we don't want to push you,” Mina began,  “but we do want you to overcome this fear. It'll take time to get back in the water, but I promise you'll get on just fine. And we want you to feel at home as soon as possible, so just to make your time here worthwhile..." she began fishing through her robe pocket. Reina furrowed her brows, looking to Chris, who was nearly jumping in anticipation.

Mina pulled out a platinum plastic card along with a ripped loose-leaf paper that was slightly crumbled. She laid them flat on the table with her orange painted nails on display. "We are now honorary members of the country club." Chris practically gushed out, bringing Reina and Mina to exchange an amused smile.

Reina was never the athletic type, but she did dabble with the game of tennis every once in a while back in California, so golfing came close. Besides, she would be on land, far from the water. The arrangement sounded perfect for her circumstances. Too busy toying with the platinum membership card in her hand, she almost missed the crumbled paper. Reading the neat scribbled handwriting that she recognized to belong to Chris, her eyes slightly widened. "A job opening?" she mumbled, reading over the phone number and location a couple of times.

"Oh, you'll absolutely love it, Reina!" Mina chimed, clasping her hands together with a hop, "a small restaurant by a pier called the Wreck just announced a job opening for a new chef, and I just had to recommend you."

Reina's eyes shot up from the paper, looking at both the adults with a panicked expression. "By a pier? It’s near water?"

"Oh, also, just to make more friends and hang with the bros--" Chris was cut off by Reina's gawked look.

"The bros?" she repeated with a frown, almost cringing at the sound rolling off her tongue. She also didn't appreciate him brushing off her concern with her new job being so close to the water.

"Is that not slang for friends?" Mina's accent was more accentuated with the curious tilt of her head.

"There's a party the kids around these parts throw at the beach--"

"I don't think you understand the definition of aquaphobia, Chris," Reina whined, rubbing her temple, already feeling the onset of a headache.

"...And I think it would be nice for you to head over there. See what the island has to offer. I'm not as young as I used to be, but I'd go if I were you. They even serve free beer."

"I'm seventeen," Reina blatantly pointed out in a flat tone.

"Even more reason to experience more things." Mina smiled wide, her husband mirroring her laid back demeanor before she wiggled a finger in her step-daughters face. "But nooo more than three cups. Beer can be so ghastly--oh, and no drugs. Not even a little."

Reina's jaw slightly fell agape as if to say something, but she came short. She waited for the moment for them to tell her they were joking. But they didn't budge not once. This was the last thing she expected from them, especially from Mina, being that she's a lawyer. Seeing that she hasn't moved, Chris walked around the island, dropping his paw-like hands on her tense shoulder. "Off you go, the interview is at..." Chris looked down at his wristwatch, mumbling the time to himself before pushing Reina toward the front door, "10:35. Don't wanna look bad on your first day.”

Reina was practically thrown out the door, the beating sun already forming sweat on her exposed ivory skin. "It's already ten, and I don't even know where it is!" Reina protested once she found her balance and whipped around face Chris--Mina waving goodbye on her tiptoes behind her husband's large frame.

"Use GPS. On your bike, it shouldn’t take you more than twenty minutes," he informed, already closing the door.

"But--"

"Make friends!"

The red door slammed in her face, and she stared at it for a while as if expecting it to open. When it never did, she spun on her heel with an irritable huff. She let her worn-out leather sandals slap against the porch steps before moving down her long sidewalk past the picket fence. Her new neighborhood was dotted with large Oakes, a few expensive cars, and squealing kids playing on the street. It didn't exactly look like the other parts of the island she had witnessed on the drive there. Massive, glamorous houses soon morphed into small, working-class homes. She was thankfully somewhere in the middle, and she was honestly comfortable with the setting.

Heaving her pastel purple bike from the fence, she boarded quickly to make it to the job interview at the Wreck.

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Authors Note: So this is part one of our collab Beauty and the Beast AU, Lin x Reader fic. We are so happy to finally be sharing this with everyone, and just hope you all enjoy it, because theres plenty more to come! Please let us know what you think because we have been dying to hear from you guys!

Once upon a time in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle and though he had everything his heart desired…

The knock on the door came as a surprise to the man sitting at his writing desk before the grand fireplace in the library. It was his favorite room in the castle, and as a young boy, he had spent hours of his time in the room, whether it be reading or just working on his schoolwork.

It was a stormy winter night, and the rustle of the trees against the large panes of the windows provided a soothing background to the swirling of the words around his head.

He rose from the desk and tucked the stray piece of hair that had fallen in front of his face back behind his ear. Muttering to himself, “Who could possibly be at the door this late?”

More frantic knocking at the door encouraged him to pick up the pace as he hurried through the entryway to the large wooden doors. It was so late at night that almost every single servant he had to help around the castle were asleep in their beds.

He swung them open when he came to them and stopped short when he noticed the old beggar woman on the stoop.

“Would you kindly let an old lady take shelter to get out of the bitter cold? I have nothing but this rose to offer in return.”

The prince looked shocked for a moment before reaching back for the door. About to slam it closed, he hesitated when she warned him of the dangers of turning away someone on the basis of looks alone. But ultimately the decision was made, and he attempted to swing the door back when a slender hand stopped it.  

“I warned you of the dangers of judging someone by their looks.” The hand forced the door back open in an instant, and suddenly there was a young woman standing before him.

Long tresses of dark brown flowed over her shoulders, framing a face he would consider beautiful had she not been glowing with white rage. Her eyes, the shade of molten gold, glared up at him while he stood still, frozen in a wave of confusion and muted horror.

“I warned you,” she reiterated, “and now you’ll have to suffer the consequences.”

She waved her arm and his voice caught in his throat. When she grabbed his neck with both hands, he attempted to breathe and found he couldn’t.

“You see Prince; it is typically considered rude to turn people away on a cold winter’s night when you have enough space to accommodate them.”

A flash of light filled his vision, and a sudden spark of pain caused him to fall to his knees. In an instant, it had overwhelmed him, before it was suddenly receding.

He stood up in a daze, his balance wavering and his limbs feeling heavier than normal. He looked to where the enchantress had once been and, noticing that she was gone, he stumbled back inside the castle. Catching a glimpse of what seemed to be fur out of the corner of his eye, he looked down to notice that what used to be his hands were in the shape of paws and his arms covered in a soft fleece.

Mirror; he needed a mirror. He stumbled through the hallways, tripping on feet that had doubled in size until he finally found himself in front of one. The sight made him fall back in terror. He was hideous. In place of his hands, there were paws like that of a bear, and long wings were sprouting from his shoulders. Instead of his long black hair, there was a dull gray fur covering his entire body, and instead of his normal face, it was shaped like the face of a wolf.

“Oh my God,” he mumbled, stumbling backward away from the mirror. “Oh my God.”

He screamed a horrible scream in that instant, one that the servants living in the house had only ever heard once before when his mother had died the year previous while his father was away at court. The king hadn’t returned since.

He outstretched one long claw and swiped at the mirror that had shown him his appearance.

“If you can find someone who loves you, even in this grotesque state, before the last petal falls on the rose in the study, then you have a chance of turning back to your normal self. But, if the last petal falls, you will be forced to live your life as a beast.”

He whirled around to face her, but she had already disappeared. He screamed again, although his agony had been replaced by an intense rage. With an instinct he had not previously possessed, he dropped down onto all fours and began to sprint down the hallway. Finally, he turned down the corridor that would lead him to the bedrooms of his advisors. Upon finding the one he had been searching for, he began to bang on the door with what he came to recognize as his paw.

“Christopher!”

His voice echoed off the stone walls, reverberating back to him. There was no answer from inside the bedroom. In his panic, he began to bang harder, not used to the strength he had just been cursed with. The door collapsed inward, falling off its hinges. He leaped into the room without a second thought, but his friend was nowhere to be found.

On the bed, where the prince had expected to find him sleeping, there was an unlit candelabra.

He turned from the room and moved on to the next person who might be able to help him. The prince found that he, too, had vanished. An ornate grandfather clock stood at the foot of the bed, something the prince had never seen before. A low growl rolled off his tongue as he looked around the room.

“Leslie? Where are you?”

With no one else he felt he could turn to, the prince headed to the room of his best friend, only to be met with the same distressing view. The room was empty of a living soul. His heart began to beat faster as his fear grew. He spent over an hour combing each and every room in the castle. Of the hundreds of people who inhabited it, he was the only person to be found. The bedrooms of the court, his advisors, and even the servants quarters were all lifeless.

After an entirely fruitless search, he retreated to his personal quarters in the west wing.

A thundering roar of frustration tore from his throat as he slammed the door shut. The first thing to be met with his wrath was a bookshelf that stood against the wall. He took it apart shelf by shelf, his claws scoring into the leather bindings of his books as he ripped them out, scattering leather and paper across the floor. Small glass trinkets were also tossed aside, shattering into minuscule pieces at his feet. Still unaccustomed to his newfound strength, he grabbed the now empty bookshelf and threw it down. The accompanying crack of the wood as it splintered and broke apart was deeply satisfying. He repeated his actions across the line of bookshelves placed against the wall of his study.

His rampage extended next to the desk sat in one corner of the room. Each drawer was torn out, poured onto the floor, and then tossed against the wall. He swiped a massive paw across the top of the desk, scattering more papers, sending candlesticks flying, and knocking over pots of ink which stained his fur. The chair he lifted over his head before smashing it against the ground. He had gouged deep claw marks across the desk’s exterior before deciding he had finished with it.

His eyes scanned the room before quickly finding his next target. On the wall opposite the door hung a painting of him his father had commissioned not long before his mother’s death. The face appeared almost childlike to him now, having aged immensely in the year since. Another growl rumbled out of him as he stomped over to it. He swiped at the painting with outstretched claws, relishing in the feeling of the torn canvas crumbling against his paw.

Finally, his attention moved to the small table that sat in the middle of the study. It had not been there before tonight, having only just appeared with the enactment of the curse. Above the table, floating in midair, was a blood red rose. As he stepped closer to it, he noticed that it appeared to glow from within, illuminating the wood of the table just below it. In an instant, his paws were around the glass jar encasing it, preparing to pull it off and reveal the delicate flower beneath. He was just picturing the rose, smashed beneath his paw with the petals smeared across the table, when a soft voice reached his ears.

“Should any harm come to the rose, you will lose your chance at redemption.”

His blood ran cold at the enchantress’ words. He immediately retracted his arms, wrapping them around his torso as he began to back away from the table. He sunk to his knees on the carpet when his head began to grow dizzy.

As he kneeled there, his anger spent and his strength waning, the prince began to cry.

9 Years Later

While going out of your way to greet villagers as you passed them, you still felt out of place. You knew that as soon as your back was turned, they stared after you scornfully and began to whisper amongst themselves. You could just barely make out the whisper of your name on their tongues before tuning them out and continuing on your way. Their pessimism would not deter you on your journey to the only shop in the whole town where you felt welcomed. Your smile grew as you approached the small bookstore, tucked away around the corner from a bakery.

“Good morning, sir,” you called as you swung open the door. The little bell hanging from the roof chimed as the door knocked against it, and then once again as it closed. The shop’s owner, a short man with white hair, looked up at you from behind his counter. The glasses perched on the edge of his nose were close to falling off as his head turned.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” he replied. “I didn’t expect to see you back in here so soon.”

“I’ve come to return the book I borrowed.”

You held it out to him, the dark leather binding glinting in the daylight that filled the shop, streaming in through the window. He took it in his hand and set it next to a pile of books that was collecting dust on the windowsill.

“Finished already? You’re certainly quite the reader, far more than anyone else in this town.”

“I couldn’t put it down,” you admitted, walking past him to look over the shelves on the far wall. “Have you got anything new?”

“Not since yesterday,” he chuckled. He watched as you climbed the small ladder he had placed there, perusing the higher shelves. “You must allow me a little time between your visits. Perhaps I can offer you something else? Something you’d like to reread?”

You hummed to yourself as your eyes searched out one book in particular. After having located it, you stretched your arm to pull it delicately off the shelf.

“I’d love to borrow this one,” you said, handing it to him to look over.

“This one,” he inquired incredulously. “But you’ve already borrowed it twice!”

A thoughtful smile crossed your face as you hopped off the bottom rung of the ladder, and a quiet giggle left your lips as he looked up at you once more.

“It’s my favorite,” you admitted adamantly. “Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, and a prince in disguise! I haven’t found another that matches its excitement.”

“Well if you’re so fond of it, it’s yours.”

“But sir,” you gasped, your eyes meeting his. “You don’t have to do that for me.”

“I insist!”

Your eyes lit up as he handed the book back to you. You hugged it to your chest as you sputtered a string of gratitudes to him; he waved them all off as he saw you to the door.

“Have a lovely day, (Y/N). Enjoy your new book!”

“Thank you so very much,” you repeated as you left the store. You couldn’t stop yourself from opening it to skim the pages as you headed back towards your cottage, intent on reading through it once again before finding a spot for it in your collection.

You were just passing one of the picturesque fountains in the village when someone grabbed your arm, causing you to drop your book in a small puddle of mud. Your head snapped around to find out who had interrupted your walk, only to be met with Daveed’s eyes.

“Good morning, (Y/N).”

He wore an overconfident smile that had your stomach twisting in uncomfortable knots as you looked up at him. His grip on your arm was just a bit too tight for your liking. Shaking him off, you bent down to retrieve your book, trying to clean some of the mud off before it damaged any of the pages. You were lucky; after a quick brushing off, there were only a few spots on the back cover.

“Good morning Daveed,” you responded. You tried your best not to sound as frustrated as you felt.

“Out on the town today, I see. And with another book.”

“I do enjoy reading.”

“Maybe you could take a break from your… well, books. For just an evening. Join me in the tavern?”

“I actually have plans,,” you stated, turning away from him slightly to continue on your way home. “Although it was kind of you to think of me, Daveed.”

A hand curling around your arm again halted any progress. You exhaled deeply, trying to maintain your calm composure as he continued to invade your personal space.

“It doesn’t have to be tonight, maybe tomorrow? Besides, what plans could you possibly have that could be more important than dinner with me?”

“I’m helping my father.”

Daveed’s head tipped back as he began to laugh, loud and obnoxious, drawing the view of multiple people scattered around the square. You frowned and took the opportunity to wrench yourself out of his grip once more, but his eyes were back on you before you had the chance to slip away. A cruel grin now sat on his lips as he watched you.

“Crazy old man,” he sneered. “You’d be better off without him, (Y/N), with someone like me to protect you.”

“My father is not crazy,” you cried, tossing your book into the small basket you held in your other hand before you could use it as a projectile. “And I won’t be having dinner with you Daveed, not tonight nor any other! You repulse me!”

You turned away from him fully this time, heading back to your cottage. You just managed to catch his response as you continued walking.

“We’ll see about that.”

Daveed looked away from your retreating form, running a hand through his perfectly groomed curls. Okieriete hurried over to him from his spot in the shadows of the villages small church.

“Can you believe her, Oak? She is just so…”

“Resistant,” the shorter man supplied, tilting his head up. Daveed nodded in agreement.

“How could she turn me down? I'm… well, I’m me!”

“I know.”

The two started to walk, Daveed leading the way to the tavern they practically lived in.

“While I understand your insistence on marrying her, don’t you think that maybe it’s time to move on?”

“Move on,” echoed Daveed incredulously. “(Y/N) is the most beautiful girl in the entire town.”

“Yes but-”

“That makes her the best! And don’t I deserve the best?”

Okieriete nodded slowly, shrinking back a step as his friend’s tone became menacing and condescending. They entered the tavern together, Daveed strutting over to the barkeeper for a couple pints of ale. Sitting down on the pair of the stools that lined the bar, Okieriete tried again to reason through his friend’s dilemma.

“Perhaps there is something you could do to woo her. Earn her favor.”

“Why should I have to do anything? She’s the one who is being difficult!”

“Women are like that, are they not?”

Daveed’s eyes rolled as he lifted his mug and took a sip.

“What about a proposal,” he asked as he placed the mug back on the edge of the bar. “She’s too proud to turn down an outright proposal.”

“Maybe you could try something a bit less forward first? That seems a tad… extreme?”

“Not at all! If I’m going to have her for my bride, then I must do all in my power to make sure it happens.”

Okieriete sat silently, drinking his ale. He couldn’t help but be nervous at the determined look in Daveed’s eyes.

                                                        ~~~ 

You were just coming over the hill on the path to your cottage when you noticed the tendrils of smoke curling up out of the cellar door. Fearing the worst, you began to sprint across the short distance and hauled the door open. A massive puff of black smoke exploded outward, leaving you coughing as it pushed itself into your lungs.

“Papa,” you cried, an arm up in an attempt to wave away some of the smoke as it came towards you. “Are you down here?”

“(Y/N)!”

His voice echoed across the walls, and you looked around trying to find him. A few moments later, when a majority of the smoke had cleared, you saw your father standing over a large machine of metal and gears. There was still smoke leaking out of the furnace that was the machine’s heart, the inside of it glowing red with the dying embers it held.

“Are you alright, Papa?”

He turned to face you, the goggles he wore over his eyes magnifying them so they appeared oversized. A fond smile appeared on your lips as you took in his disheveled appearance.

“Yes, I’ll be fine (Y/N). I just can’t get this damned contraption to work! I’m about ready to give up on it entirely!”

You chuckled at him as he kicked the base of his machine, pulling the goggles away from his eyes. They hung loosely around his neck as he moved around the contraption, examining it from another angle.

“You say that all the time,” you reminded him teasingly. “You’ll find a way to fix it, and win first place at the faire tomorrow.”

“Not with such little time left,” he murmured to himself. He frowned as he looked over a panel facing the wall, a stray wire dangling from it.

“Of course you will. I have no doubt that by the end of the week you’ll be a world famous inventor!”

Pulling his focus away from his currently inoperable machine, he looked up at you. A smile broke through his self-doubt and frustration as he gazed at you; he could never manage the words to tell you how much your consistent encouragement truly meant to him.

“Do you really believe that,” he asked softly, in awe of your unwavering faith.

“I always have.”

You could see his smile widening as he turned away from you, crouching down to look at something near the bottom of his machine.

“Well then, I suppose I’ll have to get to work!” You stood back as he returned to tinkering with one of the gadgets he had attached to it. “So, did you enjoy your morning in town?”

Your smile fell into a deep frown and you clutched your book to your chest. The basket that had hung off your arm had been discarded on a table as you had entered the cellar. You were almost uncomfortable as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

“I suppose,” you admitted. “I got a new book.”

You heard some sort of grumble of pleased acknowledgement as he laid his back down on a rolling cart and wheeled himself under the base of his invention. You bit your lip as you thought about the question you were preparing to ask.

“Papa,” you started softly, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you think I'm… odd?”

“My daughter? Odd? That’s ridiculous! What would give you that idea?”

You shifted again as you fumbled for the right words to explain your feelings.

“Well… it’s just that I don’t quite know that I fit in here. There’s no one I can talk to; I have no friends. I just don’t belong.”

“Friends? What about that handsome fellow, Diggs? What’s his name?”

“Daveed,” you contributed, eyes rolling. “Sure he’s handsome, but also rude, conceited…”

Your voice trailed off as you moved to take a seat on a nearby stool, watching your father work.

“Oh Papa, he’s not for me.”

He went silent for a few minutes, the room filled with the sounds of clanking gears and metal knocking against itself. You sat with your head rested in the palm of your hand, fingers drumming restlessly against your book. Your mind drifted off until you saw him roll out from his spot beneath the base.

“Don’t you worry, (Y/N). I think this invention might be the beginning of a new life for the both of us. Why don’t you head inside? I’ll let you know when I’m preparing to leave.”

You stood from the stool and smiled at him. His attention was still focused on his invention, but you knew he truly cared for you above all. You held your book close as you ascended the stairs and then headed into your cottage, planning to find a quiet spot to sit and read.

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