#The Jumping Squirrel Event

[nezuswritingdesk]

meow! (All the LIs with GN! Reader)

Synopsis: Oh no! They’ve turned into kittens! Now what?

Tags: fluff fluffy fluffy cats!, possibly ooc lis, based on the kitty event

Wc: 1.1k

A/n: this was like the first ever ask/request I've ever gotten (im sorry it took so long shu @sylusonychinus aka my dearly beloved husband) I hope you like it!)

Xavier- meow * naps *

Hes a small white kitten with the most expressive eyes and the fluffiest tail, a literal cloud. Hes a British short-hair with either cream or fawn fur.

And what's the first thing this little kitty does?

Naps.

He just naps all the time.

Or eat, that's his second favorite thing to do. Has tried to eat food he can't have

Dont be fooled by his cute face! He is a proficient hunter of mice and bugs.

Has presented you with dead animals and bugs with a calm expression.

Stole clothes

Chirps at the window, chrips at birds, at baked goods, at a random lizard, at his own reflection— Everything.

Will follow you everywhere, marking you with his scent.

Xavier kitty was a good kitty. He kept to himself, napped near the window for most of the day, occasionally changing position to stretch and retreat once more.

Today was different.

Xavier kitty was awake. His bright eyes looked out of the window, his small mouth chattering at a particular brown bird by the window.

“Meow!” He meowed, and glanced back at you with those big eyes that made you bring him home.

“No.” You said firmly, shaking your head. “I'm not letting you out.”

“Meowwww!!” He whined and pawed at the window. You sighed even more, picking him up. He began to look out the window, chirping loudly at the innocent bird outside.

“Maybe next time, Xavier.” You whispered. “You can get the bird later, you did a good job with that mouse a while ago.”

Xavier purred and nuzzled his chest against your neck. He glanced at the window once more, and napped once more in your arms.

Zayne - meow meow

Maine Coon. Hes a maine coon with the most expressive and bright forest green eyes known to mankind, Fluffy coat

A very perceptive cat, would softly bump his head against yours if he senses that you're not doing well

Also naps. As a busy doctor now turned feline, he can now catch up on much needed nap time

Hes an introverted and indoor cat, always hiding away (maybe in his study room)

As much as he is a cute and well behaved cat, he feels miserable because he can't have sweets (cats aren't allowed to have sweets)

Would chirp at Clopidogrel, but the poor squirrel got terrified. Zayne has never forgiven himself.

Has a calming presence towards everyone and everything he approaches. Except the carrots. He still hates them.

Wants cuddles, as much as he doesn't want to admit it. Give him cuddles please.

Has big big Boba eyes

Very hygienic and well-groomed.

Zayne kitty pressed his head gently against yours. You looked at the cat, his bright green eyes seemed to go forever with his calm and peaceful reaction. You tilted your head, wondering what's wrong.

“Meow.” Zayne said, nudging your hand. He left you , jumping down from the counter top and walking his way to the fridge. He raised a paw and patted it.

“Meow.” He repeated.

You opened the refrigerator, seemingly understanding his request. The fridge was primarily empty, say for the few water bottles and half-eaten food.

“I should get new groceries.” You concluded. Zayne meowed again. “You're right,” You knelt down and placed a hand on his soft fur. “I'll get new groceries it is.”

Rafayel - screeches and cries (he hates being a cat)

Kitty Rafayel…he hates it.

He hates being a cat.

He has been whining non-stop about his current state

A very very vocal kitten. He's a very loud siamese.

Has pretty fur and bright eyes too.

Is trying to draw with his paws and making art

Likes to hunt fish and annoy Tomas

As much as he is annoying and dramatic, he warms up to you and can be seen with you

Swims in the water

Praying to the gods that the paint he uses wouldn't poison him.

Kitty Rafayel had the worst day in his 800 years. He had turned into a kitty. He cried? Yowled? At his current state.

He glanced at his blank canvas, looking at it with disbelief and confusion. Now what?

He continued to cry, dipping his paws beneath the paints. The bright and striking colors fill the white floors. He played with the canvas, the colors splashing as he made progress — or whatever you'd call progress from a cat.

“Rafayel?” You called out, peering into the art studio. The small feline stopped and looked up at you. He immediately abandoned what he was doing, dragging paint behind him as he reached you. He nuzzled against your legs, purring loudly.

You smiled, lowering yourself down to pat his head. You sat beside him, glancing at the small pawprints that lined the bottom of the white canvas.

“That looks lovely.” You smiled. Rafayel meowed properly and nuzzled close. Though he was his least favorite creature, your compliments make his feline state tolerable enough.

Sylus - smug rich cat ma-ow

What a smug cat. Doesn't meow , he ma-ows.

has chased Mephisto around countless times

Has terrorized the twins in his feline form (though they do find the boss adorable, If he doesn't hiss at them, which is all the time)

Hes a caracal. He has sharp ears, and piercing eyes, it was like Onychinus had a lion in their midst

it doesn't matter that he was a cat, just like kitty Xavier, he is still as fierce and scary like in his human form

Do not be fooled! He's still a loverboy ? Lover cat? He's just as soft and affectionate with you.

Loves his laser. So much.

His favorite laser glows a bright and striking red that he would pounce on. His little exercise even.

Likes to sing?? Can cats even sing? Maybe he chirps a lot at Mephisto

PURRS SO LOUDLY like a little engine

Kitty sylus was curled up in your chest, purring loudly. You were asleep, trying not to mind the heavy weight of the cat. He continued to purr, wrapped up in a loaf position. He'd stretched occasionally, his claws pressed down against your chest as he made biscuits. “Meow…” Sylus meowed in a deep tone, you hummed incoherently and patted his head. Sylus purred along, leaning his face against the touch of your warm hand. You continued to pat and cuddle with him absentmindedly until he slipped out of your chest and walked away, probably to terrorize Mephisto and the twins once more.

Caleb - in distress because he wanted to be dog instead

He wanted to be a dog. But he here was, turned into a very well-loved housecat , no exact breed but well-loved

Very floofy but not fat. His fur makes him look fat.

Hes not!! He's a very active cat

Loves to run around and play

Please take him out on walks whenever he can

Steals your clothes too, sits on your warm laundry to place his scent all over (like kitty Xavier)

Loves to follow you in the kitchen

Will not eat if you will not eat!

Loves to keep you company

Loves being toll (standing on his hind legs)

Kitty Caleb always kept you company from the moment you wake up to the moment you fell asleep, the sight of his wide eyes and tail wagging in the winds kept his presence known.

And every afternoon, Kitty Caleb loved going on walks. He would meow at the door like a dog, looking back at you with expecting eyes, pleading to go outside.

You sighed and got up from the couch, grabbing his leash and collar. You called him over, placed on his leash and collar, grabbed your keys, and headed out with him, leading the way.

[blue-jisungs]

Hiii! Can I request going to haunted houses (it could also be watching horror movies) with the wishes?

going to a haunted house with them ♡

# author’s note … i don’t fw w horror stuff but i love wishies so i RAN to write it ‼️ also taking that into account…. if i had a nickel everytime i wrote a horror themed thing, i would have 3 nickles. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened thrice ☝️ ( enha & skz )

also i was a lil stuck so thank u @slytherinshua for ur help (as always mwah love u<3)

┆彡 SION [ 시온 ]

he’d deffo get scared 😔☝️

but his leader instincts would kick in and he could be more or less able to predict some of the scares

deffo squeals 😔

squeezed your hand like there’s no tomorrow

but does try to protect u too, walking in front of u or trying to enter rooms first

(once or twice he smacked an actor that was abt to scare u shhhhh)

will not hesitate to carry u on his back of u can’t go further:(

can’t stop laughing afterwards tho, both at his and urs reaction

would do it again thinking he won’t be that scared but um,,,, yeah honey whatever helps you sleep at night ❤️

┆彡 RIKU [ 前田 陸 ]

and when i say he’s the one to get scared the mostt ⁉️

he’d just yell like, at all times

"hey, ri–" *screams*

LIKE 😭

YOU need to comfort HIM

which is fine but a little funny since he was bragging to defend you inside. yeah. how the turn tables.

he squeezes your hand so hard you’re scared it’ll fall off

at one point he closed his eyes and just lets you lead him 🥲

and when you walk him out, u just pepper his face in kisses to calm him down

and obv riku calms immediately and regains senses just to pull you in a normal, passionate kiss

and when you tease him that he’s a 'scaredy cat' he is HAPPY bc his cat agenda is working ‼️

┆彡 YUSHI [ 得能勇志 ]

i feel like yushi would be top of the fearless members

(pampampampam im fearless ha!~~~)

he does get startled and you can feel his body flinch but he’s not letting out any noises

but mans truly jumps like you can feel his body jerk

but he checks up on you all the time, worried

deffo tells you to squeeze his hand if you’re scared or need a break

and if you do, he won’t hesitate to hug you ☹️☹️☹️

afterwards he kisses your forehead and tells you how proud he is n how brave you were

┆彡 JAEHEE [ 재희 ]

pookie:(

he would deffo be scared but not very very much?

will occasionally let out a scream or yelp

or cling to you

but on the other hand he’ll also walk in front of u n try to protect u:(

he’s also kinda blocking the view so u don’t event see some scary things:(

and he strikes me as a type of someone who’s try to fight the props LMAOSJSJNS

holds your hand for the whole time 🥹

deffo drags you to eat something yummy afterwards as a reward for surviving ‼️

┆彡 RYO [ 廣瀬遼 ]

oh this mf 😭

he’s not scared AND will scare you bc he’s just such a brat like that

good luck surviving babes

he’s just so mean he’ll literally do the actors’ job.

poking n scaring you, giggling at every noise that escapes your lips

whereas he’s literally unfazed 😭 bc he’s just… not scared ?? n like he’s kinda predict what will happen so he’s just ready

will definitely tease you WEEKS after like

boy shut up👎👎👎

but once you survive the haunting house he’s deffo buying you tons of snacks

esp if he sees that you’re shaking or teary eyed:(

he’s an asshole but he can be sweet okay!!! will comfort you as much as you need and only when he sees that you’re fine,, then the teasing starts

┆彡 SAKUYA [ 藤永咲哉 ]

the loudest actually but he’s so cute with it (like with everything he does actually…)

squeaks like a squirrel i’m so sorry but that’s just so adorable

has an existential crisis bc he wants to protect you … and also use u as a shield.

for sure talks both of you through it

"they’re paid to do this… this isn’t real… we’re not scared… we’re getting break afterwards…"

his hands are on you all the time like there’s no way he’s letting go

literally falls to his knees n kisses the ground once you’re out 😭😭😭

i love this goofball sm bye

"see that was easy! :D" says with pure terror in his eyes, heart still beating like crazy.

yeah… right, saku…

there’s no amount of bread it would take him to do that again ❌

masterlist <3

taglist. @l3visbby ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @mon2sunjinsuver ,, @w3bqrl ,,

@eternalgyu ,, @haecien ,, @slytherinshua

[rollinouttahere-writes]

AS2L Intro

I finally got it done! The intro for this concept has come to fruition. Unlike Lucky Break, this won't be completely linear and will just kinda jump around to random events that I feel are worth writing.

Ace, Sabo, and Luffy x Child Reader

5.5k words

Grown ups did a lot of things that you failed to understand the point of, and even more things that you found unpleasant. There were even some things that managed to be both. Namely, family reunions. You didn’t get why they needed to do this every year. You already saw them often enough since you all lived pretty close. So why do you have to spend a whole day with them at some park? It doesn’t even have a playground. Boring!

Small pebbles tumbled through the grass as you kicked them. At the moment, you were far away from everyone else, having had quite enough of your cousins’ teasing and hair pulling. Between not getting along with any of the people here that were your age, and the aforementioned lack of a playground, you were bored out of your mind. Possibly even dying of boredom. 

As you keep walking aimlessly, you notice a sign out of the corner of your eye. Having nothing better to do, you go over to inspect it. It reads “Horseshoe Trail” in big, bold letters. There’s a picture of what you assume is the trail itself beneath it. Much like the name implies, the trail is shaped like a horseshoe, going out and coming back to an exit not far from here. You look to your left and squint, and you’re pretty sure you can see where it lets out.

Maybe going for a walk in the woods would be fun? It had to be more exciting than kicking rocks all day. You hazard a glance back at the pavilion where your family is gathered. No one seems to be looking your way… This should be fine. You make up your mind quickly and hurry onto the trail before anyone can tell you not to. 

This will be fine. Besides, you’ll probably be back before anyone even notices you’re gone. The trail didn’t look that long in the picture.

The trail is a refreshing change of pace. You stare up in wonder at the tall trees on either side of the trail. Other plants and flowers decorate your surroundings, making for infinitely more interesting scenery than the bland grass of the main area your family was hanging out at. You don’t get why none of them thought to go walking through here. It makes you feel a little special to have discovered something new and exciting.

There’s a lot of noise in the woods. From the rustling of leaves as squirrels dart around, to birds singing, to insects chirping. It’s all enchanting to you. You hum happily as you wander down the path, not a care in the world. 

You’re walking for a while, a lot longer than you thought you would be. It starts to dawn on you that the trail was perhaps longer than you originally assumed. You start to feel nervous about how mad your parents will be if they notice you wandered off. Looking back, you wonder if it would be better to just turn around, or if you should keep going. The end can’t be that far away, can it?

A fallen tree is next to the path, and you walk over to sit on it while you try to figure out what you should do. You fiddle with your pink, frilly dress that your mom insisted you had to wear, tugging and picking at the seams nervously. Mom was definitely going to be mad when you got back… Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just keep going even if it does turn out to be longer?

The sounds of foliage moving behind you snaps you out of your anxious daze. You tense up. Whatever it is sounds bigger than a squirrel. Slowly, you look over your shoulder and towards the source. Bushes shake as something works its way through them. You want to run, but you’re rooted in place by your fear. The bushes rustle louder as whatever is in them is about to pop out. Your tiny hands fist the fabric of your dress painfully tight.

A furry creature suddenly springs out and lands on the log next to you. You yelp and fall backwards off of it. The creature creeps closer and… meows?

You sit upright and finally see the animal for what it is. A cat. Instantly, your fear melts away and you squeal excitedly, “Hi, kitty! Can I pet you?” You stand up and reach out to the cat, only for it to hop off the log and start walking away. “Hey, wait! Come back!” You start walking faster, following the cat into the woods.

“I promise I’ll be gentle!” Your attempts to reason with the cat were moot, it just kept walking. Occasionally it would look back at you, but it didn’t stop. It hadn’t hissed at you yet, though, so you keep following it. You didn’t even realize how far you were getting from the trail.

Your dress keeps snagging on branches from the local shrubbery, slowing you down significantly. With every pause you take to rip your dress free, the cat gets further and further away, but you don’t give up.

It isn’t until you trip and fall over a root sticking out of the ground that you officially lose sight of the cat. You whine and slowly push yourself up. Your foot hurts from getting snagged on the root, the sandals you were wearing did nothing to protect you. It takes a minute to get back up onto your feet, and when you do, you realize that it isn’t just the cat that you’ve lost sight of.

The trail is nowhere to be seen. Tears begin to well in your eyes as you’re hit with how bad this is. How stupid could you be to have run so far away from the trail? Your parents are going to be so mad when they find you. You whip your head around wildly as you walk backwards, looking for literally any possible hint of the rail.

Suddenly, the ground dips behind you. Your arms flail as you try to catch yourself, but the ground is too slippery for you to get any traction. The next thing you know, you’re falling backwards and rolling down a hill. You scream and try to catch yourself on something, but you’re too disoriented to be able to hold onto anything for longer than a split second. Rocks and bushes attack you as you violently tumble down the hill.

When you mercifully roll to a stop at the bottom, your head is spinning and everything hurts. You whimper as you roll onto your side and try to get up. Something wet drips into your eye and stings, making you flinch and rub at it. You pull your hand away and see that it’s stained red with blood. Just like that, you burst into tears and sob loudly. You cry out for help, screaming for anyone to come to your rescue.

But no one comes.

Then, because today wasn’t awful enough, loud thunder sounds through the forest, and it begins to rain. Cold droplets fall and soak into your dirty, torn clothing. You sniffle loudly and force yourself to stand despite your body screaming at you to lay down. Sitting in the rain sounds terrible. You need to find somewhere dry to wait this out.

Looking around, you don’t see anything nearby that you could hide under. Seeing as that you’re already horribly lost, you pick a random direction and start walking. Well, more like limping. Your already sore ankle is now swelling, and the straps on one of your sandals ripped off during the fall. It’s barely hanging on and is more than a little uncomfortable to walk in. You trudge forward, sniffling and crying as you stumble through the woods in search of shelter.

It feels like an eternity before you see something through the trees that piques your interest. It looks like a small building isn’t far from here. Your tears dry for the first time and you smile, thinking that maybe you were closer to where your family was than you thought you were. You hurry as much as your pained body will allow.

The closer you get, the more your smile fades. The building you were looking at was some abandoned, broken looking shack. There weren’t any other buildings or signs of people in sight. Despite your disappointment, the rain pelting you encourages you to go inside the shack regardless. 

The door had fallen off and was laying outside of the structure. You step on it as you go inside, and it creaks loudly under your weight. Your disappointment only grows as you see that the roof had caved in. Rain was pouring into the dilapidated shack, leaving only one corner of it somewhat dry. You press yourself against the shelf in the dry spot, shivering in your wet clothes. 

Deciding that your sandals were more of a painful hindrance than a help, you unbuckle and kick them off. Next, you slip off the once cream colored cardigan your mom had insisted you wear with your dress. It got all torn up and covered in mud from your fall, plus there was some blood on it from the cuts you got. The frilly dress you had on was in a similar state. Your mom was going to kill you for ruining the outfit she picked out for you just for today.

Given that it was already ruined, you scrubbed your face with the sweater, trying to wipe away the blood you felt on it earlier. You wince as it touches a particularly tender spot on your head and pull it away. The sweater is now smeared with even more blood and dirt. You sigh and toss it next to your discarded sandals.

With nothing to do, you sit in the corner and wait for the rain to stop. Your stomach growls loudly, which makes you remember something. Reaching into your pocket, you are ecstatic to find that the candies your grandpa had slipped you hadn’t fallen out during your tumble. You smile softly and unwrap a piece of chocolate before popping it into your mouth. At least you have one good thing going for you. You look around the shack while you savor the chocolate, and your eyes are drawn to a box on the shelf next to you.

Having nothing to do, you pull it off and start rifling through it. There are some old flashlights, duct tape, and some ropes in it that you carelessly toss behind you. At the bottom of the box, you see a tiny key and a jewelry box. You grab both curiously and wipe off the dusty box. One of those cool skull-things that you see on pirates ships is on it, which only makes you more curious. Giving the box a shake, you hear something rattling inside of it.

Trying to open it didn’t work, so you put the small key into the keyhole. Much to your relief, it fits and unlocks the jewelry box. You pry it open and find a necklace inside. It feels extremely brittle in your hands, and it has the same pirate skull on it as the box. There is a piece of paper in the box, too. You pick it up and unfold it, finding that there is something written on it.

Congratulations on your lucky find

I wonder what desire you have in mind

Close your eyes, make a wish, and break the pendant in two

Whatever you want most will come to you

Now that was exciting. You looked at the apparently magical necklace in your hand with a surge of joy and intrigue. Maybe getting lost wasn’t so bad afterall! You kick your feet as you try to decide on a wish. You suppose that you could wish to be back with your family, but… did you really want to waste your wish on that? Did you really want to use a magical wish to be teleported back to your parents that will definitely be furious with you.

This is your wish. Why shouldn’t you use it for something that you want? But what do you want? To have more fun? To have a family that actually likes you? Those things would be nice. Would it be okay to squeeze two wishes into one? There’s only one way to find out.

Closing your eyes, you say your wish, “I wish to have fun with a family that loves me.” With that said, you snap the necklace in half. You keep your eyes closed for a few more seconds, then crack one open and look around. Nothing happened.

Both of your eyes open and your cheeks puff out into a pout. Why didn’t it work?! You got your hopes up and everything! Today was the worst! Who would leave a fake magic necklace here to trick someone? That’s just mean!

You’re about to throw the broken necklace away from you, but then something happens. You start to sink into the ground, with your legs disappearing in mere seconds. You flail, trying to pull your legs back up, but you can’t and you’re sinking down even more. What’s happening?! Were you sitting in quicksand?!

In a last desperate attempt, you grab onto the shelf next to you. You’re already up to your neck, only your arms and head are still free. You let out a high pitched scream, hoping- praying that someone will hear you and come to your rescue, but the shelf you’re grasping tips over, plunging you into darkness.

You expect the quicksand to drown you, but that isn’t what happens. It feels like… you’re floating. In the air. Experimentally, you wave your arms around. There is nothing around you. Death not being imminent did calm you slightly, but not entirely. Not when you were seemingly floating through some weird darkness. It felt like you were falling, however gently, so maybe if you wait long enough you’ll end up… somewhere?

Was this happening because of your wish? Was the necklace mad about you trying to squeeze two wishes into one? You whimper and curl into the fetal position as you fall, feeling stupid for making a magic necklace mad at you. Hot tears well in your eyes and drip down your cheeks as you cry to yourself.

Abruptly, your descent ends and you feel solid ground beneath you. Instead of pitch black, you can see a soft light peeking through your fingers. You pull your hands away and look around. You’re in a forest. But… it doesn’t look like the forest that you were just in. The trees are massive; way bigger than any that you’ve ever seen. It also sounds different. The woods that you had just been walking through sounded mostly quiet minus some birds chirping, but this place was much louder. The bird calls sounded different and more plentiful, and you could hear plants all around you rustling. Whatever was moving them sounded huge. 

Pressing yourself up against a nearby tree, you look around frantically, looking for any sign of other people. You saw nothing but more trees. Worse yet, it was starting to get dark. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you felt like you were about to start crying again.

Your hands flex nervously, and you’re distracted when you feel something in the palm of one of them. You look down curiously and open your hand. Your face scrunches in confusion when you see some weird looking necklace staring up at you. It’s got a skull and crossbones on it, and the skull looks like it’s biting something between its teeth. Maybe a stick or something? You flip it over in your hand and examine it closely.

You’ve never seen this thing before. Why do you have it?

Before you can ponder this mystery further, you hear a loud growl. You snap your head up and look around. You don’t see whatever made that noise, but you aren’t about to wait and find out. The necklace is stuffed into your pocket and you turn around to face the tree you’re standing next to. It isn’t easy, but your terror about becoming a snack to whatever made that noise motivates you to scale the tree faster than you would have expected. You climb until you find a cluster of branches that you can settle into securely.

The sun was setting fast, and the forest was rapidly becoming too dark for you to be able to see anything around you. You press yourself into the branches while rubbing your exposed arms. The wet dress you were in was doing nothing to keep you warm, and you found yourself wishing you still had your sweater. Even if it was soaked and torn up, it would be at least a little better than this.

Animal calls resounded all around you, ones that you’ve never heard before. You don’t understand where you are. You were just lost in the woods at home. How did you wind up in this strange forest? Was it just a different part of the woods that you’ve never seen before? How had you never noticed these huge trees before? Well, you suppose your mom has said that you don’t pay attention very well…

Another growl cuts through the air, but this one is from you. Your stomach takes the time to remind you that it’s been a while since you last ate. Digging around in your pocket, you pull out a few more pieces of candy and start eating them. It’s not like there’s anything else you can do right now. You need to find your way out of these woods, but you’re too scared to do it in the dark, so you’re going to have to wait until morning.

Your parents are going to kill you when you finally get out of here.

The night passes by slowly. With how noisy it is, and how scared you feel, sleeping is almost impossible. You do eventually nod off, but you’re awoken by a ray of sunlight shining right into your eyes. You whine and rub at your eyes before cracking them open. Light is filtering through the leaves and all the way down onto the forest floor.

Movement catches your attention, and you snap your attention to it. Much to your relief, it’s just a small bird that is perched on your knee and watching you curiously. It has green feathers on its body and colorful feathers forming a large fan-like crest on its head. The bird’s head tilts and it lets out a series of whistles before leaning down to peck at the frills of your dress.

“Hi, birdie. Do you know how to get out of here?” You knew that a bird couldn’t answer your question, but it was nice to talk to something.

The sound of your voice made it glance up at you again, but it quickly ripped a frill off of your dress and then flew away. Yeah… that was about as helpful as you thought it was going to be.

After giving your surroundings a thorough scan to make sure there wasn’t anything scary nearby, you climb out of the tree. You wince as the tree bark digs into the soles of your feet. Much like your sweater, you find yourself bemoaning the fact that you ditched your sandals. You reach the forest floor and look around warily. You weren’t able to see any houses or anything from up in the tree, so you had no idea which way to go. So, you just started walking in a random direction and hoped for the best.

Your stomach growled again. You checked your pocket for more candy and after rifling through a bunch of empty wrappers, you found one last piece. As hungry as you were… you felt like it would be dumb to eat your final piece of candy now. It’s stuffed back into your pocket as you resolve to save it for later.

What feels like hours pass, and you have yet to see so much as a trail, much less a person or building. It’s starting to feel hopeless and like you’ll be lost forever. You stop and sit down on a rock, wondering what else you can possibly do right now.

That’s when you hear it. Crying. You’ve never been so happy to hear that sound before. You scramble off of the rock and run in the direction of the noise, feeling a sense of relief that you’ve never felt so intensely before. You bound through some tall grass and find yourself in a small clearing. There aren’t buildings or anything like that in sight, but there is someone here. A boy with black hair is sitting in the middle of the clearing and crying into his knees.

Taking a look around, you don’t see anyone else here. This isn’t exactly what you wanted to find, but maybe he knows how to get out of this place. The boy doesn’t appear to have heard you stomping through the grass, so you approach him carefully and call out to him.

“Hello?”

The boy flinches and whips his head around to look at you. He stares at you with wide, teary eyes, and his face has dirt smeared across it. You think that he’s about the same age as you. It looks like he’s also had a bad day.

When he doesn’t respond, you take a few more steps towards him. You try talking to him again, “Are you okay?”

He sniffles loudly and wipes at his face with his arm, “I’m okay… I’m just lost.” Your heart sinks upon realizing that he’s no better off than you are and won’t be able to help you. The boy looks up at you hopefully, “Do you know the way out?”

You avert your eyes and shake your head, “No… I’m also lost.” That little bit of hope he had in his eyes dies instantly and he hangs his head again. It makes you feel bad that you can’t help him. You crouch down next to him, “My name is (Y/N), what’s your name?”

The boy sniffles again and speaks in a quiet voice, “I’m Luffy.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Luffy. I don’t know the way out of here, but maybe we can be lost together?” The proposition hardly sounds appealing, but it’s not like either of you have any other options right now. Not being alone will be better than nothing.

Luffy looks at you again, then nods and starts to stand up, “Yeah… we can be lost together.” As soon as you’re up, he grabs onto your hand like it’s a lifeline. You two start walking again, but it’s obvious that he’s still upset.

Something about his sad face makes you want to do whatever you can to make him feel better. You think hard as you walk with him. Then, an idea pops into your head. Candy makes you feel happy, so it should do the same for him, right? You pull out your last piece of candy, saltwater taffy, from your pocket. You stare at it for a moment, feeling conflicted. While you are hungry, you want to do the right thing.

Holding out your hand to Luffy, you present the taffy to him, “Do you want some candy?”

This makes Luffy come to a halt and stare at the offering. You pull your hand from his and unwrap the candy for him before holding it up to him again. That seems to snap him out of it and he quickly snatches it out of your hands and eats it. The fast movement startles you slightly. He must’ve been really hungry, too.

Finally, he grins at you, “Thank you! Do you have any more?”

You look down, now feeling a little guilty about snacking on your candy all night long. “No, I’m sorry. That was my last piece.”

Luffy blinks in surprise, “And you gave it to me?” You nod, not really seeing it as a big deal. It was just one piece of candy. Before you can blink, Luffy lurches forward and hugs you tightly. You’re lifted off the ground a little, then dropped back down. He pulls away and smiles widely at you, “Let’s be best friends, (Y/N)!”

Best friends? Just for some candy? Well, he seems nice, and you could always use more friends. You return his smile with one of your own, “Yeah, let’s be friends.”

With the new friendship established, you and Luffy resume your trek, but now he is much more bubbly and talkative. He’s rambling about pirates when he suddenly looks around and lights up, “Oh! This looks familiar! I think we’re almost out!” Luffy breaks into a sprint and you’re forced to run to keep up. Rocks and plants dig into your bare feet, making you wince, but you feel a surge of joy at the prospect of getting out of this stupidly big forest.

Finally, the trees thin out and both of you are free. A small town can be seen in the near distance. It doesn’t look familiar at all, and definitely isn’t your hometown. Was it a nearby town that you’ve never seen before? You guess you and your parents don’t get out a lot, so that makes sense.

Luffy doesn’t give you much time to catch your breath before he’s running again. As you run through the town with him, you notice how weird it looks to you. None of the roads are paved, and you can’t see a single car. It looks super old, like something out of a history book. Where are you right now?

You’re forced to make a hard right as Luffy turns and runs into one of the buildings. You stumble in behind him and look around the place. It looks like a restaurant or something. You’re dragged towards a counter while Luffy calls out, “Makino! I made a new friend!”

A woman with green hair is behind the counter and smiles warmly at Luffy before flicking her attention to you. Her smile drops instantly and is replaced with a look of concern. “Oh dear, are you alright?”

Oh right, you did get pretty dirty and hurt from your fall yesterday. You look away sheepishly, embarrassed to be looking like a mess. Your mom would definitely scold you if she could see you right now.

“This new friend of yours must be pretty great if you haven’t even noticed me yet.” A new voice cuts in. You look up as a man with red hair and a straw hat spins around in his seat. He has three scars over one of his eyes that you can’t help but think look really cool. Like Makino, his relaxed grin drops when he sees the state of you. One of his hands reaches out and pulls something out of your hair. A small twig with a leaf on it. He raises a brow, “Rough day, kid?”

“Shanks!” Luffy abandons you to clamber up to the man, and you’re left standing alone and feeling very self conscious about your appearance as you notice even more people staring at you.

Makino comes out from behind the counter and crouches down next to you. Her warm smile is back and she starts wiping off your face with a wet rag. “Why don’t you tell me your name, sweetie?” You mumble out your name while avoiding eye contact with her. She hums in acknowledgment, “(Y/N)? That’s a lovely name. Now, can you tell me what happened to you?”

“Well… I wandered away from my family because I was bored, and then I got really lost in the woods because I was chasing a cat. Then I fell down a big hill and got all dirty and hurt.” Saying it all out loud made it sound really dumb.

“And when did all of this happen? Just a little bit ago?”

“No, it happened yesterday, and then I was lost in the woods all night.” You winced as she wiped at a gash on your head.

“You were in that forest all night?” Makino looked shocked at your statement.

“Yeah… I tried to find my way out, but I couldn’t, so I slept in a tree until morning.” Again, you felt embarrassed about your situation. How stupid were you to get that lost all because you wanted to pet a cat?

Makino still appears to be shocked by your story, but she tries to force another smile onto her face. She stands up and takes your hand, “Come into the back with me. I have some spare clothes for Luffy here, and I think they’ll fit you.”

The prospect of having clean clothes sounds amazing to you, so you follow her without any protest. When you’re in the back of the restaurant, she takes the time to clean off the rest of the blood and dirt from you before giving you some clothes to change into. The shorts and t-shirt are much more comfortable than your tattered dress, so you can feel your mood lifting instantly just from having them on. You were still barefoot, but you weren’t about to complain. Makino examines your discarded dress with a puzzled look, then shrugs and tosses it into a bin.

You’re guided back out to the main part of the restaurant, and placed in a seat next to Luffy. Shortly after that, a plate of food is placed in front of you, as well as in front of Luffy. He happily digs in, but you hesitate, “I don’t have any money…” 

Your concern makes Makino chuckle, “Don’t worry about that, it’s on the house. You look like you could use something to eat.” Her words were enough to demolish your already weak resolve, prompting you to start wolfing down the meal. It tasted amazing and was a relief to your empty stomach. It didn’t take long for the plate to be completely clean.

As soon as you're done, Makino comes back over to you and starts asking questions. “What do your parents look like? Do you think they’re nearby?” You tell her that they probably aren’t around here and rattle off a description of them. She frowns and doesn’t seem to recognize them based off of your description.

Shanks chimes into the conversation, “What’s their ship look like? We just docked a little while ago, I might’ve seen it.”

“Ship? My parents don’t have a ship.” The question confuses you. There aren’t any big bodies of water around your town as far as you know. Why would your parents have a boat?

“Oh? So you’re local?”

“No, I’ve never seen this place before.”

Makino perked up at that, “You aren’t from Goa Kingdom, are you?”

You shake your head, “I don’t know that place.” You tell them the name of your hometown, but all that does is make everyone look confused. Everyone looks around at each other, silently asking if anyone recognizes the name. It would seem that no one does.

“Well, if you aren’t from around here, then you definitely got here on a ship. Did your parents get a ride here from someone else?” Shanks stares at you more intensely, as if trying to find answers written on your face.

“We weren’t on a boat, we were just at a park.” The questions were starting to frustrate you. Your town had to be nearby. There’s no way you walked that far.

Shanks stares at you hard, then his eyes drift up and focus on the gash on your head. He sighs and relaxes his expression. “Your parents are probably lurking around the docks, you should try looking for them there.”

Luffy sits up straight and turns to face you, “Oh! I can show you where they are!” He hops down from his stool and doesn’t wait for an answer before hauling you off of your own seat. You’ve barely made it out of the restaurant before another person runs out after you.

“Wait! I’m coming, too!”

You look over your shoulder and see a girl with red and white hair running after you two. She looks to be a few years older than you. 

Luffy smiles at her, “Hi, Uta! Why are you coming with us?”

Uta reaches out and pokes his cheek, “Because I know that you only offered to go so you can sneak onto Shanks’ ship.”

“Nuh-uh! I want to help (Y/N)!”

She rolled her eyes and lightly shoved his shoulder, “Yeah, right. You’re definitely going to sneak onto the Red Force as soon as you see it.” The two start bickering amongst each other, not paying you much mind as you all make your way to the docks.

All of this is very confusing and overwhelming. You have no idea where you are or how you got here, but at least the people you have found have been really nice. This situation wasn’t great, but it could certainly be worse.

At least you made a new friend.

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At Your Service - Chapter 2

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Fandom: The Hobbit (Movie)

Pairing: Fili/Reader/Kili

Reader: AFAB

Style: Multi-Chapter (Around 4000 Words a Chapter)

Rating: Mature

Content Warning: N/A

Summary:

They shouldn't trust you. You wouldn't trust you if you experienced what they did. You know things you shouldn't - you know names, places, and events that hadn't even happened yet and something dumped you in a strange forest, face-to-face with a trio of trolls and a company of armed strangers.

Stuck in the middle of a king's quest to reclaim Erebor, you're now navigating a world both familiar and foreign at the same time. Not to mention the growing tension between two brothers who are far too invested in your presence amongst the group. Every step toward the Lonely Mountain is a choice you're making but are you important enough to rewrite a story that already has an ending?

Can you choose between the two Durin brothers? Do you even need to?

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In your life, you’d visited some pretty disgusting places. Places that though you couldn’t remember them properly, you knew they curled your stomach even in memory.

But those had little hold in comparison to the troll hoard which stank worse than even the most horrid memory. Like curdled blood and death churned together with a sharp tang of fear – the latter of which was likely rolling from you.

Who could blame you though? You didn’t make it part of a regular day to traipse through a cobwebbed, dank hole in the ground where bones crunched beneath your boots and the only source of light was a few flickering torches. If you’d had half the choice, you would have stayed outside while the dwarves investigated this foul treasure but you’d had the awful feeling of being watched.

You just couldn’t shake it.

Since they’d all started digging through the treasures, you’d had the strangest feeling that something had its gaze locked firmly on the back of your neck. You’d turned and tried to see the source multiple times but to no avail.

The sun-filled sky had been pieced by the shrill of a bird’s call and the trees had trembled only with the scurrying of squirrels. Both were weirdly haunting sounds when you could see nothing beyond the great stone statues of trolls.

You shifted your weight and a bone crunched beneath your foot. You jumped, still on edge.

The wizard was discussing a trio of fine silver swords that they had discovered and the other dwarves seemed to have found small treasures, mostly gold it would seem. You stayed out of the way regardless for fear of annoying your travel companions before you even managed to get home.

It felt wrong for you to be here. You worried you were intruding on something private although given how many dwarves were crowded into this troll’s hoard, you could hardly worry for things like privacy.

“Oi.”

You jumped and hit your elbow against the rock wall. Pain shot through your arm and you rubbed it grumpily; you were too zoned out to have noticed somebody walking up to you.

Fíli, your brain filled in for you automatically as you looked at the blond dwarf, his smile clearly humoured by the way you’d startled. He was incredibly handsome with long, braided hair and impressive confidence in his features. You straightened your outfit almost instinctually under his scrutinous gaze.

“Hey,” you said, somewhat awkwardly.

He held up something from the troll’s hoard that upon frowning at, you could tell was a blade. Small enough to conceal in your palm if you wanted to with a curved edge and a leather sheath. Despite the filthiness of the place, it was quite pretty and intricate with decorations on the hilt.

And he held it out to you as an offer.

“It’s not a dwarf’s weapon,” he said with a shrug when you frowned. “Far too small and our burglar’s already got one thing he can slice his own finger off with.”

You wanted to take it. It would be nice to have something like that though you wouldn’t know where to store it. But you felt the weight of a sword already on your waist and you feared taking another weapon when you barely knew how to use the one that had magically appeared on your side.

So, you shook your head. “No, thank you,” you said. “I don’t need another sword.”

“This is not a sword,” he scoffed.

“Or a dagger.”

His eyes met your own, their brown a rich honey shade, and for a second, you could see a slight challenge in his gaze. Then he shrugged and slipped the blade into a pocket on his travelling gear and it disappeared.

“Suit yourself.”

“Well, if not a dagger, then how about this?”

The second voice startled you almost as much as the first – though this time, you managed to not hit yourself on anything.

Rather uniquely amongst this group, the dwarf who smirked at you boasted a clean, handsome face. He had dark hair of such a length that you felt slightly jealous and instead of holding a weapon, he offered something rather strange.

“What is it?”

He tossed it to you and you fumbled to catch it between your palms.

“Dunno but it suits you more than the rest.”

It was a rock, egg-like in shape and rough like a geode but that wasn’t the interesting part of it. Etched onto the front was a strange spiral, carved all around the exterior in a soft, almost glowing white, and attached to the top, a simple leather strap. Like a rather unusual necklace.

You thumbed over the symbols curiously but found nothing special about it aside from the mud on the outside.

Still, it was pretty enough and you had less of a chance of hurting yourself with it than you did a dagger. You tucked it into one of your pockets and gave a small smile.

“Thanks.”

Kíli – if your brain remembered his name as correctly as it should – grinned proudly at your acceptance of his gift though it wasn’t directed at you, rather at his brother who was watching the interaction. You couldn’t help but feel a little bad that you’d rejected his gift but your apologetic smile went unnoticed as he turned back to the entrance of the cave.

At least you made one of them happy by accepting a gift, you supposed.

“The majority of these things here seem to be elven in origin,” said an older dwarf with a magnificent white beard. Balin. His name was Balin. “I’d guess that necklace is too.”

You nodded. “I’ll ask about it when I have some time.”

Maybe it was time for you to leave this cave. You tried to remember what came after this but your memories were broken. What came in flashes were snapping jaws and dangerous creatures with naught but slaughter in their minds. The group needed to move along but how could you warn them of such.

They were unlikely to believe in simple words and worse still, accusations could quickly turn to blame if you knew too much. Gandalf was the only other source of magic around and you needed to stick close to him.

Even if it meant going on this journey for now. Better the fight you knew.

Something glowing caught your eye as you made for the entrance and you stopped. At the back of the cave, there was a crack in the wall.

Not a hobbit-size crack and certainly not a troll-sized crack but one that a wizard could fit into, should he have the motivation to do so. And that meant that you could as well, if you wanted to get to what lay beyond.

You approached it quietly.

A wind blew faintly from within and the glow from beyond, though faint, remained.

It was a stupid idea but it looked quite large enough and something told you that you should take a closer look. So, you squeezed one arm through then held your breath and pressed your body through where the two rocks concealed further treasures. The slimy, wet walls clustered around you claustrophobically.

For a second, panic lodged in your heart as you feared you might get stuck. Then the rock opened once more and your lungs rejoiced as the damp air returned.

Beyond the cave where those trolls had made their hoard, you found a tall tunnel that rushed into the darkness beyond. The only source of light, and indeed what you had seen earlier, came from the glowing fungus that poked its way through the thick mud in the corners of the tunnel and illuminated what must have been spillover from the treasures the trolls had.

It wasn’t much. A few gold coins, some old planks of wood, and a couple of bones. It wasn’t anything particularly interesting but you found yourself more interested in just how deep this tunnel went for indeed it seemed to run forever.

“Trying to escape our company already?”

You really had to stop being so easily scared by the dwarves for they weren’t exactly known for stealth yet you seemed incapable of realising when they stood right behind you. Or followed you through the cave wall.

Kíli looked quite impressed with what you had found though he was staring more at you as he waited for an answer.

“I thought there might be something here,” you said and you defended yourself though you had no reason to. Rightfully, if you wanted to leave, it would be no problem and you would much rather do it above ground than through this claustrophobic place.

“Like what?” he asked. “I think the trolls ate anything that managed to get close enough.”

You shuddered at the memory. It felt surreal and dreamlike to imagine that you had been close to being one of those victims. Just another meal between the teeth of some forgotten monster.

“I’m Kíli, by the way,” he introduced himself. “Don’t think you were given any of our names, were you?”

“I haven’t had the time to ask,” you admitted. “Rather rude of me, I know, but it’s only been about ten minutes since I helped save you lot from being eaten so my manners have been quite poor. Not to mention your king doesn’t seem too pleased about my appearance.”

Kíli shrugged. “It’s been twenty at least.” Then he frowned as though he realised something peculiar. “Did you call Uncle Thorin king? How would you know about that?”

You panicked. Were you not meant to know his title? Was it something reserved for once he had taken his mountain back and not earlier? You hurried for a response that wouldn’t make you sound either crazy or like you had ulterior motives though your brain was frightfully unhelpful about it.

“Somebody used the term ‘your majesty’ and unless he meant it sarcastically, I assumed what I could. I fear that’s the only way I get any kind of knowledge when a wizard absconds me into his travelling party with no explanation.”

It was a lie. Nobody had even spoken to the king except for Gandalf and indeed, he used Thorin’s name rather than his title, but you had no better lie and Kíli nodded as though it made sense.

“You know you don’t have to travel with us,” he said. “You probably shouldn’t unless you find yourself a proper sword.”

You rested your hand on the hilt of the weapon defensively. “What do you lot have against my blade? It’s hardly that bad.”

Not that you knew how to judge a sword for being good or not because you’d never wielded one against a dummy, let alone in battle, but this one could hardly be as bad as they were all making it out to be.

Kíli grinned. “Maybe not but it’s not dwarf-made so it’s obviously not as good as it could be.”

And he winked.

You were being teased and you almost laughed at the realisation. It lightened the mood considerably and you couldn’t help a small smile in return.

“We’ll have to see then,” you said and you turned away from him, partially because you couldn’t remember this cave from your memories of the story and partially because you had a slight blush on your cheeks.

Damn dwarf was more charismatic than he should be.

You remembered the hoard but this tunnel was most certainly new and by the slight breeze in the air, it had at least one exit. You wanted to explore and see where it might end up – the thrill of a potential adventure hung in the air – but it felt too dangerous for now. The only thing you risked finding was somewhere that smelled better than wherever the trolls had been.

Beneath one of the mushrooms, you spotted something unusual. Covered in moss and mud, it was a stone, much larger than the one you now had as a necklace but with the same markings. It had been there a long time. Long enough to almost fuse with the rock.

You approached it curiously and made to wipe away the moss but as your fingers brushed against it, a floodgate of images exploded in your mind.

An eye, enormous and slit-pupiled, opened beneath a mountain of gold. Eagles screamed as they took to the sky with their talons full of people. A great battle. A scream of pain, bubbling with poison. Blood spilled over ice and Fíli swung over a great drop – a massive beast holding him by the back of the neck and clutching a blade.

You jerked your hand away and stumbled backwards. You clutched your hand to your chest, your fingertips burned and you squeezed them tightly together.

What the…

The stone glowed faintly and with it came more memories, these, stranger still.

You saw the king with a blade to his throat, watched as the knife dug into his neck, and saw his head plummet to the ground. You witnessed Kíli stolen from before your eyes by a great spider, watched a bear’s claw tear through dwarf and hobbit alike.

Looked down and found a blade piercing through your own chest as somebody in the distance screamed your name.

And then it was gone and you were back in a dank, miserable cave, staring at a rock.

“Are you alright?”

Kíli was staring at you. His gaze had turned from the tease of earlier into something more concerned as you tried to shake the memories of his death from your thoughts. Was that what was to come? Were you destined to die in this world?

“I…” But you couldn’t say it. “Just cut myself on the rock.”

The words felt distant, as though you weren’t the one to speak them but they were the only defense you had against what you had just seen. The future? Or perhaps one of many possible futures.

“I think we’re going to leave soon,” Kíli told you. “We should get back out there.”

You nodded and took a shaky step toward the gap. You didn’t need to stay down here anymore, not when those thoughts were hanging in the air like a knife poised to drop onto your head at any time.

But when you reached the space to squeeze through, you found Kíli hadn’t moved away to let you slide past. Instead, he waited at the entrance for you to go first with a cheeky grin that nearly made you laugh again.

“Ladies first.”

You rolled your eyes and almost told him to get started but before your retort, there came a bone-chilling howl. A hungry, desperate sound that pierced your chest like a shard of ice and drained the colour from Kíli’s face. It had been close. Close enough to be near the entrance of the cave.

“Wolves?” you said hopefully.

He shook his head. “No. Wargs. Come on, we have to get to the others.”

Chaos had overtaken the party of dwarves gathered at the entrance of the troll hoard. You had only a vague idea of what you had missed – noticed another wizard had appeared with birds in his hair and group of rabbits lashed to a sleigh. He was talking earnestly about a necromancer while everybody else had their weapons half-drawn.

“Without the ponies, we’d be on foot if something came,” Ori whispered. “We can’t outrun anything like that.”

“Then we fight,” Dori responded though his confidence sounded shaky.

“There will be no fighting until we understand who our enemies are,” Gandalf said firmly. He turned to the king firmly. “Who did you tell about your quest, beyond your kind?”

Thorin’s expression was stormy when he answered, a dark cloud of memory and anger hung around him. “No one.”

“Who did you tell?!”

“No on, I swear! What in Durin’s name is going on here?”

Gandalf straightened himself and looked to the horizon. “You are being hunted, Thorin Oakenshield, and you will not outrun what chases you.”

“We have to get out of here,” Dwalin said, a dwarf with a bald head and a great many tattoos.

“We can’t!” Ori insisted. “We have no ponies! They bolted!”

The second wizard looked around, his nose twitching not unlike the rabbits who pulled his sleigh. They were shifting uncomfortably. They bounced and pulled at their restraints as though desperate to leave. He looked down at them and then nodded firmly.

“I’ll draw them off.”

“Those are Gundabad wargs. They will outrun you!” Gandalf snapped.

“These are Rhosgobel rabbits. I’d like to see them try!”

It was a good idea, fabulous and you remembered something similar, but whatever wargs were – and you could imagine anything with such a name would hardly be friendly to you – they must have been larger than yourself.

“How big are wargs?” you asked.

Gandalf frowned at your question. “Whatever do you mean? They are larger than yourself by far and much stronger for they carry a great many on their backs. You cannot mean to fight them.”

You shook your head and pointed back at the hoard. “There are tunnels!” you said. “You can reach them through the cave and I barely fit through. Anything larger than me would have a hard time if they even noticed the entrance at all. The stench would cover our scents and with a distraction, they wouldn’t know where we went.”

Gandalf ran a hand over his beard. “There are tunnels that run all over these mountains,” he mused. “I’m not sure where they let out but perhaps it’s a safer bet than heading over the hills for an entrance I know. Dwarves are hardly built for cross country.”

“And when it comes to running from predators, I’m not built for it either.”

He nodded. “Alright then. All of you move. Quickly. Quickly!”

You hurried back to the trolls’ hoard, braced yourself against the stench, and cared little for all the bones you crushed beneath your foot. You held your breath as you squeezed through the tight entrance to the tunnel; the rocks’ press almost bruised your ribs as you hurried into the space beyond.

For how much larger the tunnel had been when you were alone, it felt very tight when it was filled with dwarves, a hobbit, and a wizard whose head was tall enough to lightly touch the ceiling of the dank tunnel.

As Dwalin squeezed through, another howl tore through the air and memories flickered of awful, wolf-like creatures with ripping jaws and a fierce bite.

You winced away from the memories and pushed yourself tightly against the cave wall as though you could hide. But the wargs didn’t come closer and their howls drew further as all the party let out a great sigh.

Gandalf recommended that they continued into the cave and see if the tunnels led to anywhere of use. Should they not, the group could return to this entrance and enough time should have passed for the wargs to grow bored chasing Radagast and move along as they weren’t able to smell their quarry anymore.

Bilbo suggested just waiting to ensure nobody got lost but it seemed the poor hobbit didn’t have much of a say as it wasn’t long before torches were lit and a slow march deeper into the tunnels began.

You kept to the back where you could, trying to shake the chill from your bones.

This wasn’t a dream. Everything that happened here – the names and the places – they were too familiar to imagine. You remembered things in flickers and now as you spoke, you remembered more about their names and their stories. About who they were before they came on this quest to steal from a dragon.

This hadn’t happened though.

The rabbits raced over the hills with great monsters on their tails. They had evaded snapping jaws but the dwarves had run across open fields and toward great rocks. They hadn’t found these tunnels.

Were you changing a story that you already knew? Were you meant to be an observer or was this something that you’d come back for.

“Good eyes, spotting this place.”

You nodded your thanks to Nori whose ginger hair made his recognisable and his shifty expression made you hold a little tighter onto your items though you knew you had little to fear from him.

“I didn’t do much,” you admitted. “Just saw a bit of gold and thought I’d see if I could squeeze in. Good thing whatever’s chasing us can’t.”

You had almost worried Bombur, the largest of the dwarves, might struggle but he seemed to have no problem.

“Wargs and orcs have been our enemies for as long as can be,” Nori said casually but you could hear a slight nervousness beneath his voice. “I don’t think they’re chasing you much but I’m sure they’d happily eat ya anyway.”

“Seems like them and everything else so far,” you said with a sigh.

He gave you his name then, though you already knew it, and told you the others. Bofur, and Fili, and Ori, and Balin. He listed everybody from the front and each one looked over when his name was called, making you more and more embarrassed each time. Especially when Thorin’s judgmental gaze ran over you.

Finally, he told you that Thorin was the rightful king and you sighed at having the knowledge told to you so you didn’t need to worry about knowing it anymore. It was a slight relief though you still knew too much.

Knew too many stories.

“Do you really think it’s worth all this?” you asked. “Fighting a dragon just to get a mountain.”

‘There’s more to it than that!” Kíli called. “It’s our home!”

“And there’s a lot of gold in that mountain,” Nori said with a smirk. “Piles of it so high that if they slipped, they would crush even a giant beneath them. Riches beyond anything you’ve seen before.”

“But with a dragon sleeping atop it,” you said.

He shrugged. “Just one small hiccup.”

You’d hardly consider a dragon to be small in any way. The image you’d remembered earlier of an eye glowing beneath the gold sent shivers down your spine. Anything that size was threatening before it breathed fire and wore impenetrable armour. You’d rather stay far away from any dragon.

“With any hope, the dragon is already long dead,” Balin told you kindly. “We don’t think he’d find enough food in that mountain to live on for so long.”

“Hopefully I won’t be around to find out,” you said. “I plan on finding out where I’m going long before you reach your dragon.”

“How can you have somewhere to go but not know where it is?” Dwalin asked with a scoff that made you feel rather stupid for not knowing. You hadn’t realised how many of the dwarves were listening to you now, several having turned their heads back to see you.

The only two exceptions being Thorin who was staring determinedly forward and Fíli whose interest in you seemed rather minimal.

“On the contrary, it’s rather usual in my mind,” Gandalf said. “We often make plans to go somewhere without much knowledge of what the place will be like. Sometimes the destination is not the point of the journey. You may even find that what you seek lies beyond the mountain and Smaug.”

“I bloody well hope not,” you retorted, quickly enough to draw a few chuckles. “I’m not fighting any dragon.”

Trolls were one thing. Creeping through tight tunnels to escape wargs was another. But if there was one thing that you would be avoiding at all costs, it would be taking on a dragon. No matter how much gold or treasure he may hold beneath his claws.

“And what will you do should fate give you no other option?” Gandalf asked.

“Likely die. I’ve been told my blade isn’t fit for fighting rats so I would hate to see how it handles a dragon.”

Kíli and several of the others laughed and agreed (you rolled your eyes at the comments about your sword) but Gandalf merely shrugged.

“It is not the weapon but the will of the wielder that makes for a strong adversary,” he said.

The tunnel led your group deeper and deeper into the mountains. Sometimes it narrowed to the point where you had to hunch your shoulders and sometimes it expanded to the point where you could stretch your limbs fully and not reach either side. It passed by a dark lake filled with a rotting fish smell and past small gaps in the ceiling where ferns grew thick.

You didn’t know what you were meant to do with these memories. Were you meant to stop what was to come or would it occur regardless? You pondered on that until the ground turned slippery and the air smelt fresher, of pine trees and rivers.

The tunnel began a sharp incline and your calves burned from effort as you scaled the hill toward an exit but even as you approached, you could feel your nerves creep up on you. In the tunnels, you knew that no wargs could follow but this entrance was so great that at least two trolls may squeeze through side by side.

But you had no time to truly consider those enemies when you left to instead find yourself facing the ends of very sharp and very well-trained arrows.

Gandalf looked around him with a confident smile you couldn’t quite share. “Ah, the Valley of Imladris,” he said. “Though it is known by a different name.”

“Rivendell,” Bilbo said.

The elves, frightening beautiful and ethereal, didn’t lower their weapons.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

girl on fire 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, neglect, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: neglected, you find comfort in another home.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, Loki

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself

Another lonely morning greets you. The chirping of birds and the yellow haze of sunlight does little to warm your bed. You stretch your arm out, feeling the empty space beside you. You lift your hand and stare at the ring you forgot to take off, as you often do. Sometimes, you just don’t want to. Sometimes you think if you do, he’ll truly be gone. 

Your husband isn’t gone though. Just absent. Just away on business. What's the difference?

You sit up and that knot under your shoulder pangs. You don’t sleep well without Loki near. Even after all this time, you’re not used to it. You wonder if he lays awake in his hotel beds. 

You go to the bathroom and wake yourself up with a splash of cold water. The day unfolds slowly around you as the dregs of sleep recede to painful reality. Alone. Again. Just like every day. When you said til death do you part, you didn’t think it would be a walking death. 

You wash and dress, for no reason in particular. You suppose because you should look human if you go outside. You sit and drink your tea in the kitchen as you watch the news on your phone. Current events only make you feel worse about the world. Even in your suburban paradise, there is no joy. 

You close out the player and tap on your messages. The last text you got from your errant husband was two nights ago. He landed safely. He doesn’t respond unless you message first. You’re starting to forget the days when he would rush in the door and sweep you off your feet. There is only numbness left where once you tingled. 

You’ll talk. Yeah, you’ll sit down and communicate and make it all better. Sure, that’ll happen. You laugh at yourself as you rinse the mug and leave it in the sink. You say that to yourself every time and then he comes home and it’s just silence. 

This isn’t a home, it’s a prison. At least you get outdoors time here. 

You step into your slippers and go outside, grabbing your gardening gloves as you tie on the tool belt with trowel, rake, and spade tucked in the pockets. You roll your shoulders and stretch, groaning as the dull jab remains under your shoulder blade. You need to stop reading in bed. 

As you near the soil along the walk, you stop short. Dirt litters the pavement and petals scatter all around. You near fall to your knees, staggering instead as you grasp at your stomach. No, no, no. 

You stare down at the ruin of your tulips. Not just any tulips but the pink and white ones you’d been nursing for weeks. The ones you bought yourself to mark your tenth year of marriage. The gift you never got from your husband because he couldn’t fit you into his calendar. 

“Ugh!” You exclaim and stomp the broken stems. “I hate you!” 

You stamp your feet in the dirt, spreading the mess, jumping up and down as your anger swells and your hurt flows over. That damn squirrel! That pest! That horrid creature! 

You kick through the other flowers, crushing peonies and pansies and violets. You don’t care about any of it. It doesn’t matter. It all just wilts and dies. It’s all just a bunch of bullshit. 

You clutch your head and collapse on your heels, sitting on your knees as you hang your head forward. It’s not the flowers. You know it’s not. The one thing you don’t want to think about is the only thing you can think about. 

You stay like that, sobbing into the ruin of your front garden. How pathetic you must look in your old Gap tee shirt and oversized sweatpants. If any of those HOA cyborgs walked by, they’d surely give you a citation. 

“Pardon,” a voice breaks through your tragedy and you close your eyes.  

You’re delusional. You have to be imagining things. It sounds just like him. Like your Loki. You turn your head and open your eyes, lashes webbed with tears. You sniff and quickly mop them away. Of course it wouldn’t be your husband. 

“Are you alright? I saw you fall from across the street,” the slim tall man stands on the other side of your iron gate. “Oh my, well, what a mess that chap made of your garden. I’m afraid he had a go at mine as well.” 

You squint and shake your head, “who?” 

“That squirrel fellow. He broke one of my planters as well,” he points with his long index finger. How peculiar. He reminds you of him. Tall, slim, and his nose... 

“That’s... yeah,” you sniffle and look down, using your shirt, to wipe away what’s left of your grief. 

“They must’ve meant very much. Even if they are just flowers, I can empathise,” he says. 

You shrug, “I’m being dramatic.” 

You stand and sweep off your pants. He lingers and you avoid looking at him. You’ve humiliated yourself enough. 

“Tulips,” he remarks. “I’ve some lovely blue ones from Holland if you’d like some bulbs. Can never have too many.” 

“That’s nice of you,” you keep your head down, turning your back to him, “who are you exactly?” 

“Oh, yes, I suppose I’ve not made the rounds yet. I... do you perhaps know a Hattie?” 

“Yeah, across the street,” you mutter. 

“That would be her. My aunt,” he explains, “she’s in need of some assistance, she’s due for surgery, so I’ve volunteered myself as her minder. She always did make the nicest biscuits, I only think it fair.” 

“That’s... nice,” you nearly choke on emotion. It is very sweet and selfishly, you feel worse for hearing it. 

“Needless to say, I’m a bit of a stranger around here,” he continues, “I’m Jonathan, though, if you... care.” 

You take a breath and lower your head, trying to get yourself together. You face him and try to force a smile but only feel like you might start crying again. You enunciate your name through the tension in your lips.  

He repeats it and it nearly takes your breath away, “do I have that right?” 

You have to hold back a gasp as you nod.  

“Beautiful,” he remarks, “happy to have a name to the face. I hate to be trouble but you might see me around.” 

“That's… That's okay. I'm sorry. I'm just… having a day,” you try to laugh out your distress but it only sounds fractured. 

“We all do,” he says, “I might be so lucky you never catch me in one.” 

“Sure, uh, I'll… I gotta go inside.” 

“Of course,” he purrs, “I shall let you know if I do catch the menace.” 

You put on a perplexed face. 

“The squirrel,” he says, “I am merciful, never worry. I'll only give him a good fright.” 

“Mm, thanks, er, I'll keep an eye out too.” 

“I do hope your day turns for the better,” he dips his head slightly, “can't complain for the sun, can we?” 

He turns and struts to the curb. You watch as he looks both ways then strolls on, hands in his pockets, a man without a care. You envy him that, but you can't quite place that other thorn in your chest. 

[thejohnlockedfemboy]

Nothing Permanent But Change pt.3

[ tw for mentions of past su*cidal ideation + attempt, od, depression, along with foul language and one mild innuendo ]

cross-posted on ao3

Millen had forgotten just how much he’d hated PT during the past several years working in cushy, air-conditioned Intelligence stations.

He’d done enough jumping jacks, pushups, and situps that he was near to vomiting. His shirt was plastered to his lean frame with sweat, his tongue lolling from his mouth as he panted for breath. This was his fifth lap around the training field, and his knees were close to giving out.

He couldn’t remember even basic training being this brutal, though, that had been quite a sum of years ago. The time was slipping away through his fingers like sand down an hourglass, and he was powerless to slow the steady bleed of one day into the next. It seemed like a distant memory, the first time he had stood in his uniform and felt a fiery pride in himself for having come so far.

Now the colors of his shirt and trousers seemed dull, his skin sallow, gaze lackluster, joints weary. Every hour and minute seemed to flow like sludge even as his life flashed before his eyes in broken increments. He had lost his zest for living in the parachute malfunction that had sent him spiraling through empty air. He had been forced to look death in the face, and he had, to his own surprise, accepted the end. He had been ready, had closed his eyes and imagined a feeling of deep rest, and felt something like anticipation and relief, having never realized just how tired he was until that moment.

But then he hadn’t died. He had heard his own legs snap like green twigs and recognized the nasty crunch of his vertebrae taking the brunt of the impact before his head slammed into the ground and the world went dark. The pain, when he woke nearly three weeks later in a military hospital, had been far more than enough for him to wish that he had fallen from just a slightly higher altitude.

Since then, things had been a whirlwind of uncontrollable events. Ghosting aimlessly from one office to another, rebranded as someone to be the subject of quietly whispered pity when rookies watched him limp across a hallway on crooked legs or when his former unit had each clasped him on the shoulder and said that he was lucky, that he’d get assigned some fancy pencil-pushing job where he could relax and ride out the rest of his army years with ease.

As if they knew anything.

After that came the bitterness—

A deep-seated, festering hatred for whatever sick god had woven the threads of fate for him to have been so misfortunate. Every time he looked in the mirror, it was with a loathing of such intensity that it kept him awake at night in fear of what he might do if he failed to maintain his tight grasp on his emotions. In the back of his mind, he knew that there were others who had lost so much more than he had, suffered things too terrible to name, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He wanted out.

If the nurse hadn’t found him that night, overdosed on his pain meds that he had squirreled away during medicine rounds, he’d be dead. Oh, how he had wanted to scream at her. He would lay unresponsive from sheer despondence, staring up at the ceiling like he could burn a hole through it, and fantasize with anger of a filthy degree about all the names he could call her, how he could allow his biting words to bubble up from the pustulated cavity of his heart, to burst from his lips and claw her precious omegan ego to the ground.

He only managed to narrowly avoid a psychiatric discharge on grounds of suicidal ideation by claiming that it was one of the other nurses that had given him too many pills, that he hadn’t known any better. He was just a poor, crippled fellow, trying to be a good patient and take whatever he was given without a fuss.

His fucking idiot of a mandated therapist believed him.

In a way, it was a small victory. The lie was sharp and deceitful, and Millen liked that. It made him feel that perhaps there were very limited bits of his new existence that he could alter, to reshape to his liking. He learned to embrace the scathing judgement of his own brain, to repurpose it away from its jabs at his fragile confidence to blister those around him instead.

He wasn’t always proud of it. More times than he cared to admit, he had buried his face against his pillow and wept over how mean his own desires to cause hurt were. What had happened to the pup he had been, kissing better the scraped knees of his siblings and raising up those around him? It was almost like grief, in a way, when those fits of despair would overtake him and leave him shrouded in a depressive fog, a mourning for a bright young man whose dreams for the future had been dashed when his parachute tore open at the seam and the free-fall that had been his life since then began.

Breathe, Millen.

He came back to himself suddenly. He was doubled over, hands clutching his thighs as he heaved desperately for air. Price must have called them to a halt.

Soap jogged up alongside of him and thumped his back heartily. His social beta scent danced upon the edge of bearable now that it was masked with exertion-based perspiration. “Ach, jus’ take a wee moment, man. Bit out o’ shape, are ye?”

Millen wanted to snap at Soap, to tell the horribly friendly Scotsman that he was not unfit, thank-you-very-much, but he gritted his teeth instead and focused on trying to calm the screaming of his burning lungs.

A shadow as thick as a large tree fell over the pair, and Millen instinctively cowered under the scrutinizing eye of Ghost.

“Don’t worry,” the lieutenant said gruffly. “We’ll get you back up to top form within the month. That, or you’ll ship out.”

“I’m— fine—“ Millen wheezed, even as black spots dazzled his vision. “Just have— to get used to— drills again.”

Ghost grunted lowly. “See that you do. We can’t afford liabilities on this team.”

“Go easy on him, Ghost,” said Gaz, walking up. He was breathing a bit hard, but seemed otherwise unbothered. “He’s new, yeah? Cut him slack, he’ll get the hang of it.”

Another grunt from the san. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

Soap rolled his eyes. His scent flared with momentary irritation. “Jesus, L.t.”

Ghost glowered at the beta. “Don’t you get snippy with me.”

“Or what? You gonna tell Price?” questioned Soap smugly, staring unafraid up at his lieutenant. He was brimming with braw cheekiness, a testament to his mischievous highland heritage.

Ghost crowded in on the beta with a rumble that would have made most men tremble in terror. With a soft chuff, he knocked his masked face against the side of Soap’s neck, making the Scot’s head jerk to the side, exposing the two packmarks on his nape— one from Price, and one from Ghost himself, since only the superior members of the pack marked the subordinate members. Price marked Ghost and the three sergeants, and Ghost marked the trio, as well, and then the sergeants were free to bond with each other if they wanted to. They might also mark the packmates above their station, but only if given permission.

Since Ghost couldn’t nip at Soap while wearing his balaclava, he instead ground his mask down against his scent gland, stimulating the sensitive flesh there. Soap shuddered, bunching his shoulders, the coiled muscles at the base of his neck tensing. His gaze lowered, his breath shuddering out. “A-alrigh’, L.t. Ah’m sorry.”

Ghost gave a noise of satisfaction. “Good lad. Now, off to the showers wit’y. All we ‘ave for the rest of the day is clocking in our time at the shooting range. I expect you in my quarters at 1800 hours.”

Soap, face flushed, scuttled off towards the showers. Gaz trailed after him, already teasing about the other beta’s show of submission. Roach popped up beside Millen. “Wanna hit the gym with me?”

Millen looked between Roach, then Ghost, then to the retreating forms of Soap and Gaz. He looked like he was struggling with a very complicated thought. “In your quarters…” He blinked, then his eyes widened. “Oh. Oh .”

Ghost glanced the xi up and down. He gave a gruff snort that might have been a laugh. “Just now figured that out, eh? Bit slow on the uptake, but I’ll credit you for putting two and two together.” “Is that even… allowed?” Millen asked skeptically. “It’s allowed,” confirmed Roach. “Well, sort of. There’s a lot of workarounds in the regulations, if you know the right people.” Ghost gave a curt nod. “Captain arranged it for us.” He rolled his shoulders, releasing the pent-up tension there. “Roach, I’ll spot y’ in the gym, if y’want. I can hit up the range after.”

Roach purred happily. “Sounds good, sir. Millen, you coming?”

Millen paused. Suddenly, the thought of even doing one pullup in front of the staggeringly strong lieutenant or sweet omega made him want to shrivel up and die like a fly baked in an old kitchen windowsill. “I, uh, no… I think I’ll go to the range now, instead. I’m pretty out of practice, need to get back up to par.”

Roach nodded understandingly. “Good luck,” he said simply, a chirp in his voice. His sentences were becoming shorter, the tiredness from training catching up to him. He chopped a few signs.

“Rec room later?” Ghost translated.

“Yeah, sure,” agreed Millen. He had been looking forward to a quiet evening of showering and then crawling into his bunk to silently bemoan his assignment here, but he could not bring himself to deny the omega when Roach was looking up at him with such genuine friendliness and quietly inquisitive hope. “1730 hours good?” Roach made a noise of assent. Despite himself, Millen felt his lips tug up into a smile.

[yuurei20]

Updated Sebek Facts Part 73: Sebek and Idia (pt2)

During the Harveston event Sebek is reticent to having his sled pulled by a squirrel plushie, saying, “Can't I have a stronger animal?! Like an elephant, or a rhino, or a tiger... Even a crocodile would do!”

Epel tries and fails to reason with him, leading to Idia stepping in and convincing him that the squirrel’s top-tier speed makes it perfect for Sebek.

Jade asks if Idia is telling the truth and Idia reveals that their durability is so low that they come apart at the seams if they go too fast for too long.

This is exactly what happens to Sebek’s squirrel, with Idia then revealing the plushie’s low durability. (Idia: “...Oh, I didn't mention it?” - Jade: “You did not.”)

Sebek declares that standing by and watching Epel repair his plushie does not sit right with him and that he will cheer Epel on as he works, insisting that the unwilling Idia join him. Jade points out “You are partially at fault for not warning Sebek about the squirrel's durability,” and then joins in himself.

Sebek and Idia are often bickering during the Glorious Masquerade event, with Sebek taking issue with Idia’s tone towards Malleus. Sebek explains to Silver that he simply does not like people who do nothing but complain and Idia responds, “Do you think if you don't like something it means you get to criticize it and that you're automatically right?”

Sebek becomes violent in response and Idia says, “You can’t think of a counterargument, so you just jump straight to violence? Yikes, Diasomnia’s one scary dorm!”

Malleus comments on the childishness of the quarrel, successfully calming Sebek down with the observation that it is only natural for weak humans to become beset with fear during emergencies. (Idia: “I’m not exactly beset with fear over here…”)

At the end of the event Sebek approaches Idia to compliment him on how he handled Rollo, though he follows with, “You may be a twisted, irksome human but I suppose even a broken clock is right twice a day!”

Sebek agrees with Ruggie’s suggestion that they toss Idia into the air to celebrate him, with Silver encouraging Sebek to pick up Idia’s legs, but Malleus interrupts.

Interestingly, it is insinuated in Book 7 of the main story that Idia and Sebek had never actually met before: the scene opens with them introducing themselves to one another, with Sebek saying that he had only ever seen Idia in tablet form on the day of the opening ceremony.

[ikibli]

Sentience Grades

The Green Lantern Corps’ grading system for species’ overall intelligence is widely used, as it attempts to be as objective and inclusive as possible while also providing an easy-to-understand numbered metric.

Exact levels of intelligence vary heavily within a grade, especially since there is no one precise metric of intelligence that applies to all species and all psychological frameworks, especially when dealing with higher-level metrics such as self-awareness, metacognition and abstract reasoning. 

The boundary between a Grade One and Grade Two species is heavily fraught, especially in cases where a species cannot develop advanced tool use due to their anatomy or environment- it’s quite hard for a species with no prehensile limbs that lives underwater to develop metallurgy.

Species that are artificially created or uplifted, and those with biology not based on carbon molecules suspended in water, are also a major gray area.

Grade One species are generally always considered sentient and given full rights. Approximately 38% of known Grade One species are humanoids, due to the Diaspora Event seeding variations of the same general template species across the universe.

Grade Two species are usually considered sentient, but they are often legally second-class citizens or property. In many cases, their legal status is similar to that of children under the age of majority.

Grade Three species are often considered sentient(especially if they evolved alongside a Grade One species), but rarely have full rights, and are often considered property in societies that otherwise condemn slavery.

Grade Four species are almost never considered sentient, though they do have some abstract/emotional reasoning capability and ability to recognize individuals.

Grade Five species are firmly non-sentient, and while they may have some complex behaviors(such as ants’ nest-building), they are purely instinct.

Most alien planets with complex life have species of Grade Four or Grade Five sentience only, though about 67% have a small number of Grade Three species.

In the majority of cases, a planet that produces a species of Grade One intelligence will not have any other species of Grade Two or higher intelligence, though close relatives of that species are often Grade Two or Three. 

Two Grade One species evolving on a single planet are extremely rare but not unheard of. In most cases, a planet with humanoids seeded on it due to the Diaspora Event evolved native intelligent life, or two humanoid species were seeded on one planet. More rare are circumstances where two species of the same general evolutionary branch both evolved Grade One sentience while still remaining distinct species.

Multiple evolutionary branches of highly intelligent species are extremely rare. Krypton was unusual for having five Grade Three species, two Grade Two species and three separate lines of evolution that led to Grade Three or higher intelligence.

Earth is a major abnormality, with approximately 16 species of Grade Two sentience and 12 species of Grade Three sentience within 16 evolutionary branches. This number is a lowballed approximate, given the number of similar species and the lack of cohesive testing.

Official Earth Categorization

Grade One(Full-Sentient): Humans

Grade Two(High-Sentient): Corvids(Crows, Ravens, Magpies), Some Parrots, Cetaceans (Dolphins, Whales, Orcas), Some Primates(Orangutans, Bonobos, Chimpanzees, Capuchin Monkeys, Gorillas), Raccoons, Elephants, Octopi, Pigs

Grade Three(Mid-Sentient): Cats, Dogs/Wolves, Bees, Sea Lions, Rodents(Rats, Squirrels), Cuttlefish, Otters, Pigeons, Some Parrots, Some Primates(Lemurs, Most Monkeys, Aye-Ayes)

Grade Four(Low-Sentient): Horses, Chickens, Llamas, Monitor Lizards, Cleaner Wrasses, Jumping Spiders, Goats, Most Birds, Most Mammals, Some Sharks

Grade Five(Non-Sentient): Amphibians, Most Insects, Most Reptiles, Most Fish

[sunny374940]

OC Tag Game

Okay so I wasn't exactly tagged directly, but I saw my dear friend @redheadsramblings do this and couldn't resist talking about my Rook. So here goes.

General:

Name: Given name is Sol Aldwir. He doesn’t like the name at all. He's Rook Volkarin now, thankyouverymuch.

Alias: Well Rook used to be an alias. Now it's his name, so. No aliases I guess.

Gender: Male.

Age: 31 at the start of Veilguard. I headcanon Emmrich being 56 by then, so there's a nice quarter century between them. They don't care.

Spoken language: Elven and Common. Emmrich tries to teach him Nevarran to varying degrees of success.

Sexual orientation: I realize that I haven't really thought about it, but now that the question has been posed, Rook's gay.

Occupation: Veil Jumper before the events of Veilguard. Worked mostly as a bodyguard for tinkerers, did the occasional tinkering himself when it was necessary. Not too good at it, did it mostly in dire situations. After Veilguard he takes a breather for a while and then he and Emmrich get a daughter and Rook is a stay at home dad for the most part. He leaves for an expedition to Arlathan here and there though, so he doesn't fall out of practice.

Favorite:

Color: White. I actually really liked the moment in game, so it stuck.

Entertainment: He likes to read adventure novels. Sits upside down to do it. And he loves to listen to Emmrich read to him. He doesn't care what it is about as long as it's Emmrich reading it. Also Emmrich's singing.

Pastime: Running climbing jumping he just needs to move! Loves going to Arlathan for this reason, there are many trees to satisfy this need.

Food: Mostly anything sweet. Lucanis shouldn't have introduced him to churros.

Drink: Water. And tea after he started dating Emmrich, cause tea offered opportunities to be with him. Rook's a dork like that.

Have they:

Passed university: Nope. He learned to hunt and fight from the rogues in his clan. And then he joined the Veil Jumpers and just learned on the fly. This boy does not plan.

Had sex: Not before Emmrich, so he was very much a blushing maiden when they got together, so flustered by absolutely everything. But now they can't keep their hands off each other (but Emmrich can still make him blush with very few words, that's not going away).

Had sex in public: Does sex in nature count? Like a squirrel definitely saw them.

Got tattoos: Nope. Didn't want vallaslin either, felt weird to pledge himself to a god.

Got piercings: Also nope.

Got scarred: Yep. He's got a lightning pattern on the side of his abdomen where he was caught in an artifact explosion (tried to calm it and failed. A lot). And there are faint scars over his right eye after the Fade prison, he got a bit banged up as he fell.

Had a broken heart: Kinda? He got tortured by visions of Emmrich when he was in the Fade prison and fake Emmrich was very mean. The boy got a bit traumatised by that. But real Emmrich made it right.

Are they:

A cuddler: Oh hell yeah. He's very touchy with his friends and doesn't go far for a hug. And with Emmrich he's very very clingy. Sits on his lap, wraps himself around Emmrich when they sleep. Emmrich adores it.

Scared easily: Not really I think. He had to build up some resilience during his time with the Veil Jumpers, where he needed to think on his feet and fear would get in the way of that. But terrify him a lot and he'll freeze. Luckily that doesn't happen often.

Jealous easily: Nah. He's proud of his husband and thinks people are right to appreciate him. Will step in if Emmrich is uncomfortable though.

Trustworthy: Yeah. He would not betray his friends. Never ever.

Family:

Siblings: He's got an identical twin sister Willow, who transitioned when they were twelve. She's the clan's herbalist, has a very sweet wife and is a menace. She loves her little brother (five minutes younger) to pieces and will go out of her way to annoy him whenever she can.

Parents: Rook shared the name Sol with his dad. His mom's name is a mystery to me. They are very supportive parents, even if they were a bit sad about Rook leaving the clan. They gave him and Willow a happy childhood.

Children: Manfred of course. And Elanora Volkarin. Rook found her while visiting the Necropolis to see Emmrich's parents, so he decided to call her Elanora and Emmrich was very touched about that. She grows into a skilled mage and has a son she names Rupert. Rook calls her Ellie. Or little bug. She endures.

Pets: None at the moment. I could see him getting a cat.

So this was fun. I am throwing tags at my dear friends (show me your Rooks, I love them. If you wanna, of course)

@lavender-tea-fling, @spinfins, @mercars-musings, @starfleetteddybear

[thebunnyslibrary]

In The Woods Somewhere

summary. You go into the woods to take some photos...but find him instead

characters. Vampire!Bucky x Reader

word count. 4.8k

warnings. Dub!Con, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Stockholm-ish, mentions of violence/blood.

BunBun's Spoop-tober Collection Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Finally, your big break. You were finally getting the chance to publish a collection of your photos of haunted locations around New England with a real publishing company. Your final location was an abandoned church in the woods; thought to have been used by an early group of colonizers until it and the nearby settlement had been abandoned. No one knew for sure what had happened. Perhaps the colonizers had moved on? Maybe they were wiped out by plague? There was even a dark story of a minister who had started murdering villagers that were “unclean;” allegedly filling the church pews with corpses with slashed and bloody necks. Doing research on places before you took photos was one of your favorite parts; gathering information for the captions and essays you wrote to go with the photos.

After your parents had died while you were in college, it had left you feeling empty and directionless for some time. Then, after finally finishing your degree, you decided to use the money your parents had left you to buy a van and photograph the world.

You’d been working as a traveling photographer for a while now, doing gigs like weddings and events. You’d also managed to self-publish a few books and tried to sell your photos and art where you could. It wasn’t much but it kept you in gas money and beef jerky. You’d been all over North America and a few parts of South America. You were hoping to go international for a follow up book if this one was a success.

You pulled up to the walking trail that led into the forest. You had about an hour’s hike into the woods; knowing getting the shots at sunset would create perfect photos. You shrugged on your backpack with your supplies and with your camera case hand, headed off. The trees were washed in the golden hue of fall, starting to shed their leaves in preparation for their long winter sleep. A slight chill hung in the air but after 3 months of heat and humidity you were ready to be cold for a little bit.

Sometimes you listened to music when you hiked but today you’d decided to relish in the sounds of the forest.. Bird calls echoing off the trees, the rustling of the trail as you walked, squirrels and other small critters gathering their own winter supplies. A flock of geese calling out as they flew in v formation overhead and you quickly snapped a picture. Traveling and photography had given you an entirely deeper appreciation for nature and it’s beauty. An hour later, you stepped into the clearing where the church was set.

It was a small chapel, probably only fit to hold 10 or 15 people.  Most of the eastern wall had crumbled while the others were still partially there. Only one or two (maybe one and a half) benches were left; but you weren’t too sure about actually sitting on them. Still completely intact though, was the Archway that must’ve bene the entrance. Above it, was a bell; likely used to let the nearby colonizers know that church was starting. But on the bell was an inscription that could no longer be read. The language appeared to be Latin, but the words had been lost to time. You were raising your camera to take a picture, when a soft voice startled you

“Hi.” You turned suddenly and you were staring into crystal blue eyes. You jumped back but kept your eyes fixated on his. A man, maybe a little older than you had been standing right behind you.

“Oh! Uh…hi!” you said, blinking and taking more of him in now. Dressed in a black jacket over a fitting gray tee-shirt, dark jeans clinging to his legs, and silver rings adorned most of his fingers on his right hand. His left hand was hidden by a leather glove. His hair was pulled back in a man bun and a single ruby on a black chain hung from his left ear.

                “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I was just coming up the trail and I called out to you.” His voice was soft, with a hint of an eastern European accent, making a slight shiver go through you.

                “Sorry, I suppose I didn’t hear you.”

                “No worries, I’m James. But my friends call me Bucky” He reached out his hand for yours, taking it and telling him your own name. “I’m surprised to see someone else this far out in the woods.

“I’m here to take pictures.” You explained. “It’s a beautiful structure…what’s left of it anyways.”

“How interesting.” He said. “Are you a professional?”

“Well, sort of. I’m actually just finishing my first collection to be published. ‘New England’s Haunts and Its Future.’ I’m including the church with a piece on New England puritanism and its effects on today’s bigotries.”

He smirked. “I like it. I’ll have to make sure I order a copy of your book.” You both laughed. “You know the old England had some haunts too. All of Europe, in fact. Plenty of old spooky castles. You should definitely see them.”

“If my book goes well maybe.”

“Have you ever had your work in a gallery?” he asked.

                “Unfortunately, no. I’ve had my art displayed in some cafes here and there, but not much else.”

                “Pity, you seem passionate about your work, it must be nice.”

                “I’d call it nice, maybe good.” You beamed. “I’d actually like to get a few shots in, if you don’t mind. I can talk a little while I work though.” There was something about him. He unnerved you, if only slightly. But you also didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to stay with you.

The two of you walked through the archway to stand on the overgrown stone floor, flowers and dandelions peeking through the cracks. As you walked up what used to be aisle and could almost make out where the other pews had been. Maybe it was the sunset, maybe It was your imagination, but along the floor, the stones seemed eerily stained red.

                Again, Bucky’s closeness startled you, but this time, you seemed frozen to the floor.

“You know, darling. There’s one thing I’d love. Could you take a picture of me under the archway? It would make for a great dating profile picture.” He winked at you. And you felt your face warm up.

“Sure, why not.” You focused your camera on him and his eyes seemed to flash red at you. You gasped before snapping the button, but only cursed and brushed it off as red eye-syndrome. You took one more picture and this time, it seemed normal. You pulled it away and waited as the picture loaded. Your book would hopefully lead to some newer equipment. Bucky stood behind you suddenly, but again you were frozen to place; only this time with his chest firmly against his back.

As the picture loaded on the screen, your stomach dropped. The picture was empty. the archway was still in there. But Bucky wasn’t.

You turned around and his smile was downright predatory. Revealing two pearly white fangs. But his eyes, they were bright crimson red.

                “That’s…. those can’t be real…your eyes, your teeth…” you said, feeling your heart drop into your stomach

                “Oh, my darling. They are ALL too real…little girls like you should know better than to go out after sunset.” You should be running, fighting back, anything. But you can’t. You’re staring into his deep red eyes and you can’t move. “No, printsessa. I can’t have you running away. Not when you smell so delightful.” His arms wrapped slowly around your waist, pulling you closer to you. “Not to mention how beautiful you are. You are exactly what I’ve been searching for.” He whispered in your ear. Before you could blink, you felt a sharp pain in your neck and the world went dark.

You awoke in a soft bed, softer than anything you’d felt before. A bed, but you’d been… Oh fuck… You shot upright quickly as you remembered what happened. What greeted you was a dimly lit room. A wall of immense windows letting the moonlight stream in while a fire roared in the fireplace. Low lamp light gave let you see to see immense bookshelves lining the rest of walls. You started to panic. That freak had knocked you out, now you were in some cabin somewhere. You were still wearing the same clothes, but you had no clue where you were.

                “My my, finally awake. I suppose I did drink a bit more than necessary. But I just couldn’t help myself. You were just absolutely delicious.” You looked and saw Bucky. He’d been sitting by the fire until he stood up and moved towards the bed. You could see he was wearing black t-shirt and sweatpants, but what you hadn’t seen before…was his metal arm. His hand had been covered by the glove, but now you could see the moonlight glinting off it. You caught yourself staring and remembered what had happened last time you’d stared at him.

                “What did you do to me you sicko?” You lowered your eyes to the floor, trying to move out of the bed without tripping. You heard him chuckle.

“What’s wrong baby doll, you don’t wanna to look at me? “

“No! I just wanna go home. Please.” You tried to be strong but you were trembling as you tried to keep your eyes low enough. You desperately searched for anything sharp or heavy, settling on the lamp and reaching to pick it up, but before you could, you found yourself pinned face down on the bed, your arms trapped behind you. You struggled against him, but he hardly moved. His voice in your ear.

                “Poor little bunny. You know what really happened. Or do you need a reminder?” You felt something scrape against your neck. Fangs.             

                “That’s…. you’re not…”

                “Oh, but I am doll. And I don’t think I’ve found anything I’ve ever wanted more in my centuries of living.” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Your trembling is so adorable baby girl. It makes me want to ravage you until you cry for me.” His hand wandered down to your jeans and your breathing turned shallow. There was an ache deep between your thighs that wanted to call out for him, but you were still scared of what he’d done.

“No, I won’t have my beloved scared of my touch.” He said, gently pressing a kiss to your neck before moving to help you stand up. Your legs were much wobblier and you found yourself leaning against him. You stared at his chest and quietly spoke. “Bucky, please. Where are we?”

“We’re at my cabin. I’d like to show you around; as this is to be your home too. If you promise to behave.” Deep down, you still felt petrified. But an inner voice said that if he had already wanted you dead, you would be. Besides, you hadn’t noticed before, but something about his smell was so enticing to you. Cinnamon and smoke, with a slight…metallic underlay.

                “If…If I go with you willingly…will YOU keep it that way?” you asked, trying to sound firm. You could hear the amusement in his voice.

                “I see my little bunny can stand her ground. No, I will not control you that way like before.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head to look at him.  His hair was still pulled back into a loose bun, moonlight casting shadows on his sharp cheekbones led down into full lips. And those eyes. You would never forget the deep red color before he drank from you. Now instead they were crystal pools. As unending as the sky. Like you could stare forever. But you blinked away, acknowledging he had kept his promise. You moved away from him and instead toward the windows.

                “If you are…a vampire…why the windows? I thought you were supposed to avoid natural light.” He chuckled. And walked a normal pace now to stand next to you as you both stared out into the forest.

                “Any creature can be exposed to too much sun. We just have much a lower tolerance limit. I have heavy black out curtains for the day…but I cannot find it in myself to give up this view.” He pointed up towards the stars. You didn’t think you’d ever seen so many. But a rumble of thunder off in the distance caught your attention you saw flashes of lightning. A storm was moving in soon, and you could feel your resolve to escape crumble slightly. Where could you go in a storm?

                “How exactly…did you become…?” you asked, hesitantly, not wanting to upset him and trying to focus on anything other than his closeness. You’d always thought trying to…humanize…your enemy so to speak was supposed to help keep you safe. He smiled.

“A vampire…Well, I would imagine you know how.” He chuckled and you found yourself chucking as well. “Where Romania is now, I was a simple farmer. Goats mostly. Then one night, a creature attacked our village.” He paused. “Killed my sister. I tried to fight back, and something about that… He changed me instead of killing me. Figured it was some cruel punishment, killing everyone I knew and loved and leaving me alone.” You felt your heart tug. As if sensing your sadness, he turned and shook his head.

“Don’t worry too much about it, I got my revenge. Afterwards I stayed low, kept to myself for a few centuries. Until the world erupted into war. I refused to keep to myself. That’s how I lost my arm. When the Germans found out what I was; they tried to use my powers to make more. They took my arm to see if they could clone me. Then they gave me this one and tried to turn us into a weapon of war. Only their plans backfired. They couldn’t control them. They eventually all killed each other…at least the ones I didn’t kill first.” He was quiet for a moment and you almost started to panic. But he let out a sigh.

“After the war, I settled here. Made my home, invested some wise money, now I have a little peace.” He turned to you. You felt your heart ache for him. “But I have waited so long for something so enticing as you.” He started to move closer, but you still were nervous, taking a step back.

                “Wait uhm... I thought you wanted to show me around.” You reminded him, trying to distract him. He smiled and let out a deep sigh.

                “I suppose I did. Well, you’ve seen the bedroom and its extensive library. But there’s an even bigger one downstairs. Come.” He took your hand with his metal one and led you towards the door. You felt less scared following him now; you still could feel yourself wanting to resist and struggle. But he was holding your hand too tightly.

                As the two of you toured through the large Tudor cabin (mansion, it seemed), you took note of the art on the walls. Beautiful photographs of places around the world; paintings you wanted to stare at for hours; Bucky having to pull you away from a particularly intriguing work from the Harlem Renaissance.  The two of you talked. Bucky had been to many of the places you hoped to go. And some of the ones you’d already been to. It was nice to find someone like yourself, a wanderer.

                “I suppose after my parents died; I just felt a little lost.” You told him “I didn’t have a big family, no siblings, so I just decided to be free. It’d at least be nice to have a home base someday though.” You mused.

                “I can understand. I’ve actually lived on this land for some years, even before what happened to me. It’s actually owned by an Indigenous tribe. I bought it outright around the 1800s when the government tried to push them out, then gave it back to them. I only asked they let me build a small cabin on the outer edges.” Your jaw dropped. “But…do they know…?” You asked, still having trouble believing it for yourself.  He paused and smiled.

                “In my lengthy time, you meet many people who believe many different things. I’ve learned to appreciate many human cultures, and to always show respect where it is deserved. And not to tolerate those who would degrade it.” He said, then kept leading you on, with you following a little bit closer. You two walked into a room you definitely didn’t expect to find. A Kitchen.

                “It was easier to build than to ever explain why there wasn’t one. Plus, I have a supplier who steals blood from some hoity toity government hospital and I need somewhere to keep it cold. You’d be surprised at the amount of blood they keep on reserve for those rich old bastards.” He rolled his eyes and you managed a genuine laugh. “I don’t know I would.” He smiled at you before continuing out of the room, with you following almost eagerly behind. The tour led down one last hallway to a set of double doors.

                “Now my favorite room. My private study.” He opened the doors. A library that could’ve easily fit 10 of your vans with celling high bookshelves stretched before your eyes. A cozy looking couch sat across from either one of the 2 fire places on opposite walls, and a huge bay window revealed the storm had truly arrived. Gone was the moon, here were flashes of lightening and roars of thunder. In front of the windows sat a big mahogany desk. You strode over to the desk, to see out the window and there on his desk was a stack of all of your books. As you looked back towards him you could see on the walls, one of your photographs.

                It was one you’d camped out and waited all night for in the woods. But you’d caught them, a pack of wolves running through the woods under a moonlit sky.

                “I saw it in a little café in Boston and had to have it. I’ve been following you for quite some time. Literally.” He chuckled. “I became enraptured with you. Your pictures moved me. How you always seemed to capture both the joyful and the macabre sides of humanity. That’s why I had to get your book published. So, I bought the publishing company to make it happen” You turned to him in disbelief.

                “Bucky, you…you didn’t…you couldn’t have…”

                “Oh, but yes I did, doll. It’s what you’ve wanted, what you’ve desired.” His voice dropped. He licked his lips and moved closer to you. “And now, my little bunny rabbit. It’s time to take what I have desired for so long.” He grabbed your hand and tugged you back towards the desk, using his strength to lift you up and pin you down on your back, minding your head.

 His confession, his obsession, even with his charming personality, you felt fear flaring up inside you anyways.  “Wait please…” you pleaded, pressing your hand against his chest.

                “No more waiting printsessa. It’s time. I need to satisfy my thirst. And my lust. And I cannot resist the sound of your pulse screaming out for me.” He paused, pressing his hips more against yours. You wanted to resist, wanted to push harder against him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Instead, you wanted to bring him closer.

                “No…you gave your word…” you begged, desperately.

                “I did. And I’ve kept that word. I did nothing to control you. I just failed to mention that my natural state is to lure you in. Until you’re caught like a fly in my web and you don’t even realize it.” He purred, trailing kisses down your cheek. “You’re in my home, surrounded by me, breathing me in until slowly and slowly your defenses have lowered, until you don’t even have the strength to push me away.”

                 He was right. You had wanted to resist him but you’d felt it crumbling more and more. Like the walls of that stone church. You were gripping his shirt not to push him away, but wanting to pull him close. Handsome, intelligent, alluring. Your thighs clenched with want.

                “When I first drank your blood, there was a taste of fear that was indescribable. But now I know, lust will make it even sweeter.” He grabbed your hips and lifted you onto the desk. “So beautiful, but so…fragile.” His fleshed hand wrapped around your throat; you could feel the bitemarks as his thumb ran over them. “You know all I’d have to do is squeeze, right? And I’d crush this fragile beautiful throat. You’re so delicate.” His voice was low. You were still afraid, but that fear was streaked with desire. You wanted to give yourself to him, no matter what the cost.

                “Please…Bucky…” you whimpered, not even sure what you were asking for.

                “Please what, baby? Tell me. Tell me you want me to ravage you like the beast that I am. I can smell your pussy; you must be absolutely dripping by now.” You were drowning. And he was oxygen.

                “Yes.” You barely breathed the word out before his lips were on yours. He slowly pushed you to lay down on the desk. You could hear rumbling in your ears. You couldn’t tell if it was the storm, or your heartbeat. But judging by how Bucky was staring down at you, you assumed the latter.

“You’re so excited aren’t you, doll? You want me to fuck you, make you my slut. And I will, you are never leaving me.” He pulling away, making you whine in desperation, but his only response was to growl as he ripped your jeans down, your shoes falling away and leaving only your panties covering your pussy. He knelt between them, putting your legs over his shoulder, and inhaled deeply.

                “Fuck.” He groaned. “You are soaking wet. How long have you been hiding this, huh? Since I first drank your blood, or from when I told you that I am absolutely obsessed with you? What a shameless slut.” His words, that voice, you would listen to him forever if he wanted, anything to get him to touch you. His fingers moved slowly, stroking you over your panties.

                “I’ve dreamed about eating this pussy for so long, and now I’m going to savor every moment.” You tried to buck your hips as he nipped at your thigh, but his silver arm held you firm. In the bright light of the fire, you could see how each of the platelets moved as he gripped you tighter. You looked back down at him between your legs and knew he’d seen you staring.   

                “Someday I’ll show you everything it can do baby. But for now...” He pulled your panties aside and started with soft licks to your clit while two fingers gently worked inside you. His touch was so gentile compared to the monster you’d feared him as. Your soft moan turned into a shriek as the edge of his fang nipped you.

                “I told you, love. Desire will make the blood so much sweeter. I know you want me. Want to be my little snack for all eternity.” His fingers sped up, rubbing that special spot inside you that make you cry out with reckless abandon.

                “Bucky…Bucky…don’t stop…oooh…” you moaned. Your hands clasping for structure and finding none. His tongue resumed its ministrations on your clit, never even giving his words a chance to wash over you as your knees began to shake. You could feel the erratic patterns his tongue was laving on your clit, driving your climax further to its breaking point.

                “Cum for me, darling. Give yourself to me.” His words were your undoing as you screamed his name. Cumming harder than you could have ever imagined possible. And true to his word, his tongue lapped up every drop it could, sucking his fingers clean. You lay against the cool desk, your body burning with desire and you locked eyes with him, not caring to look away. He smiled, showing off his fangs. “Oh, baby girl, between your blood and your pussy, I’ll never go hungry again.”

                Standing up and leaning over to kiss you, you found yourself tugging at his shirt, trying to get his skin on yours again.

                “Bucky please…need you…” you begged.

                “How can I deny such a sweet bunny like you?” He rid himself of his shirt and sweatpants as you followed suit, dropping your panties to the floor. Your eyes widened at the size of his cock. You’d had your fun with toys but he was something else.  You could see pre-cum dribbling down the side and you wanted to close your legs, but Bucky stood between them

                “Don’t look so afraid, doll. I know a good slut like you can take my cock in that pretty pussy.” He rubbed the head of his cock against your slit and you tried to push your hips up. He pinched your thigh, making you squeak. With his spare hand, he gathered your hands in his strong metal one, pinning them above you to the surface of the desk. His cock teased your entrance and you both moaned.

                “You’re mine now, understand. Heart, body, mind.” He kissed from your temple to your ear. “I own you down to your very soul. Forever.” You nodded. He was a vampire. He was obsessed with you. He’d likely hunted you down for weeks. But none of that mattered now. You needed him.

                “Yes, Bucky. I’m yours. You’re mine.” Bucky smiled and pushed his cock into you, slowly; letting you feel the stretch of him filling you up.

                “Yes, darling. I’m yours. Yours to keep satisfied. Yours to use you as a little fuck toy when I need it.” His pace became rougher, fucking you; squeezing your wrists tighter until you yelped. Then he slowed his hips, letting you now revel in the pleasure you felt. He started rubbing at your still sensitive clit, making you clench around him.  He growled deeply and you gasped as his eyes flashed crimson.

                “Oh, baby doll, don’t play with fire if you don’t want to end up burnt.” He said, his voice lower and huskier. You knew he was getting closer to his own release when his pace picked up again. Not as punishing as before, but you felt his lust, his carnality in every thrust. And it only drove you crazier.

                “When you cum, I’m going to drink from you again and you will be bound to me, my mate, my slut, little morsel.

                “Yes…Bucky yes…please…” closer and closer you edged until he let out a low growl.

                “If you don’t cum right now, I have no problem chaining you in my basement and edging you until the next full moon. Now. Cum.” The idea alone sent you over the edge, screaming out as he bit down fiercely on your neck, drinking from you again. He kept fucking you through his own orgasm, but did not drink as much as he did last time. Only just enough to make you light headed. When he finished, you two lay there a few moments, you breathing heavily as Bucky seemed to still above you. As you floated back down, your body seemed to go even more limp.

                “Such a good girl.” Bucky released your wrists, but you didn’t have the strength to move your arms. Instead, he cupped your chin in his hand and kissed you with your blood streaked across his lips. He kissed passionately and deeply, until your toes curled and you knew he meant what he said. 

                Not bothering to remove himself, Bucky helped you wrapped your arms around him and he carried you over to one of the enormous couches by the fire. Grabbing a blanket off the back and swaddling you both. “You’ll have to sleep for a little while now. But when you wake up, you’ll live forever.” His words seeped into your brain, but there was nothing you could do now. You heard him speak again.

“You wanna know the real story behind those people?” Bucky asked and you made a noise of half-committal. “Well, those colonizers weren’t hard to pick off.” In that moment, you were reminded that though he seemed to have a soft spot for you, there were also very, very dark spots. You shuddered, but it was quickly washed away by the feeling of his metal arm, holding you tighter.

“Don’t worry darling,” he purred. “Think of all the beautiful photos you can take in the moonlight.

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I am not a drawer, but I can't write pretty well (I think at least).

This is for @glitchyk surrounding their oc Kay. (There was some confusion and they didn't get into the event when they wanted to join, my bad, I am still really sorry).

But anyway, I just thought I'd write something for ya, so here ya go.

It was dead, Kay could tell of that thus far, but it also seemed... harmless.

The small, glowing creature sat infront of her, it's tail swishing back and fourth. It had the tail of a squirrel, body of a mouse, and the ears of an rabbit. It's fur was a ash black, it's eyes green. "

Aren’t you strange?" Kay muttered, kneeling down, holding her hand out for the creature to inspect.

It hesitated, then scurried up, sniffing her fingers, tilting it's head in curiosity.

Suddenly Kay's hand glitched, causing the creature to squeak in fear. It veered back, hissing, the fur on it's back standing up in warning.

"No, no, it’s fine." Kay attempted to reassure the creature. "That won't hurt you, come back."

The creature stared at her, studying, before returning to her hand. It sniffed her hand again, debating if it'll lend it's trust to her.

Finally the creature laid it's head in the palm of her hand, wagging it's tail.

It felt soft, and airy. Almost like it wasn’t even there.

"There we go." Kay responded, using her free hand to stroke the creatures back. "We’re friends, aren’t we?"

The creature huffed, lifting it's head from Kay's hand.

"What are you doing here anyway?" She asked, standing up.

The creature blinked, then turned, it's attention directed down the path.

Kay glanced in the direction the creature was staring, squinting her eyes in an attempt to see what the creature was seeing.

The creature started into a bolt, running as fast as it's tiny legs would carry it. Without hesitation, Kay ran after it, zigzagging down the winding path.

A natural ghost portal opened in the way of the creature, who instead of slowing down in its wake, glanced over it's shoulder ensuring Kay was following it.

Once it confirmed that, it jumped through the portal without skipping a beat.

Kay halted at the portal, warily scanning it. Was she really going to jump through a random portal for a squirrel-rabbit-mouse thing?

The creature stuck it's head through the portal and yipped at her, before backing in once more.

Kay signed. What else did she have to lose?

She jumped into the portals entrance, praying she didn't just blindly threw herself into a trap.

And that’s about it, again I am so sorry you're not able to fully participate in the event because of the mix up man, I will definitely get you in next year.

Hope you enjoyed this little story tho and I hope I wrote Kay correctly.

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Powers: (Y/n) has powers of the Sut Sut No Mi. The Step Step Fruit. Which allows the user to walk on any surface and in mid air.  Summary: (Y/n) Shristi also known as Captain Brig, a well known underground shipwright, has her own huge ship that harbors up to 8 other ships in docks that allows her crew to fix up other pirate ships that are in need of fixing or upgrades. (Y/n) who was a student under Dr Vegapunk for 8 years, after a tragic incident that caused her to lose both arms and legs. Dr Vegapunk took her in, gave her arms and legs prosthetics to allow the girl to walk and still be an adventurous teen, there (Y/n) learned and became a brilliant scientist and inventor. Back to the present where her mighty ship and mighty crew full of shipwrights, come across two struggling men in the sea, and then a whole crew and their ship split in half and in parts of their beloved vessel floating in the ocean…The Heart Pirates, and the Kid Pirates…How strange. Note: So this is after Law and Bepo escape Blackbeard, and Kid and his crew is fucking decimated from Shanks. Enjoy lovelies!! This is def not following the canon events-

WC: 2.8k

Chapter 4: The Tales of the Forgotten Isle

The sight of greens and browns of all shades would zoom past her vision. The sounds of birds and the strong thumps of horse hooves against the ground running filled her ears. The wild wind blowing through her hair harshly, bouncing in the wind that passes by her rushing form. The beautiful black steed below her runs fast through the forest path towards her town. Her small child hands holding onto the mane of the black steed. Her eyes trailing upwards to see the lower and upper parts of the trees pass her, seeing life thrive around her. Birds flying in the air, squirrels jumping from branch to branch, butterflies of all colors flying in the air, and finally a hawk that soared high in the blue sky, letting out a loud call, piercing her little ears. 

She didn't mind though, she felt free, at peace, one with the wind, one with her steed. She was with her happy family, her friends, and town. Her isle. Her HOME. Wild Country, the home of an old retired pirate crew settled down all together as a family. Have started farming in agriculture and livestock. But the thing that made Wild Country, Wild Country? It's wild horses running, grazing, and roaming the land. 

“Now now! Settle down you littles!” Angus would laugh as the kids were prying stories from him. Their little curious minds wanting to know more about their great world that they lived on. “There we go.” The children had finally stopped talking and asking questions all at once. Angus couldn't help but smile, the children of their crew rowdy and adventurous. He truly admired them for that. 

A young girl would speak up. “Navigator Angus, could you tell us more about Captain Brig’s homeland?” Angus would let a soft smile take place on his lips nodding his head.

“Of course my little one! For those who haven't heard of it, it was a great island full of life and its wild horses. It was called Wild Country. This place was just vibrant with life! Magical forests to be seen, plains greener than any field you could ever see. This place was just as alive as its people were. The small town full of farmers that used to be pirates, part of a wonderful close knit crew, that decided to settle down after a long time of sailing with one another. Captain Brig’s parents were part of the crew and then had Captain Brig while on the island. Cap’s parents owned the largest ranch on the isle, full of horses, and helped people be able to tame and breed them. Might I also say that I believe Brig, even though quite young, was able to tame the wildest of horses.” Angus spoke in a kind tone towards the kids, as he would run his fingers across the table trying to let the kid imagine that his fingers were a horse running wildly.

“Captain had two horses! Shipwright, who was a beautiful black friesian, and Jasper, a wonderful, strong, wild, painted horse. Jasper was the one that took Captain a while to tame, since that horse was so wild that all the adults had given up on trying to tame it. But of course our wonderful, known stubborn captain, at the ripe age of 8, tamed that horse and showed them how it was done!” The kids would cheer, laughing with one another, their tiny bright sparkling eyes still on Angus. “Though besides the horses and its people, what I have heard from Captain Brig is that it was not the only thing on the island. Supposedly there was a cave, full of stories of a hidden island, full of creatures from out of this world.” Angus’s tone would drop as if he were whispering. “Captain said one time to me and Yael in the drunken stupor that she used to study all the ancient writing on the walls with the paintings so much that one day, she could read it. This land full of creatures was called Sonaria. With supposedly beasts called the Wardens,  and its warrior would protect the land from being found.”

One of the kids would stand from their seat leaning over the table trying to get a little closer to Angus to ask him their question. “So instead of Captain looking for Laughtale, is she looking for Sonaria?” Angus would let out a deep belting laugh, shaking his head. 

“Oh, no no my dear child. Captain Brig has sworn to never search for that place. If this island is really real and is actually being hidden, Cap doesn't want it to be found, so she keeps her secrets and swears she will never search for it. Though if we happen to come across this island we will admire then leave. We definitely do not want to ruin an island that has not been touched by the world government, nor do we want the world government to find it. Because if so, this island’s wardens and warrior will come after us!” Angus would jump from his seat, letting out a roar. The kids screamed, smiling as they would get up from their seats running, with Angus in tow chasing after them playfully.

Law, from the corner of the room, watched Angus chase around the children, growling and roaring, making the kids scream playfully. These kids had a wonderful life for being on a ship like theirs, even though being children of pirates, they enjoyed their home and their adventures. Learning things that they were interested in, and taking information in as much as they could get their little innocent hands on. 

The kids would run over to their Captain still screaming, running away from Angus, the children hiding behind (Y/n). For as drunk as she was she would smile looking, back at them over her shoulder and seeing Angus freeze and stand up straight, clearing his throat. “C-captain.” (Y/n) couldn't help but smile seeing the confident man almost shrink at being before his captain, her. 

“Angus. Do you mind telling me why the kids are hidin’ behind me?” (Y/n) would raise a brow, a smile still plastered on her face chuckling softly. The kids behind her giggling, watching their nervous navigator Angus. “Now now, don't be hidin’ anything from me ye kids!” She would turn around smiling, grabbing a 5 year old boy, lifting him up and holding him. 

The boy's eyes wide with excitement as his mouth would open in a big smile “Cap! Is it true that you rode on horses? And that you grew up with them?” The boy's eyes stared intensely at his Captain holding him. 

That smile on (Y/n)’s face would turn soft as she would smile, nodding her head. “Oh yes, my dear little cowboy. There were herds of many kinds of horses running through the plains and forests. My parents had a ranch full of horses.” The boy's eyes would twinkle with interest. “I had my own two horses named Jasper, his coat mixed with the darkness of the browns of a grand tree and white of the clouds in the bluest skies in this world. Then finally Shipwright, my beautiful stallion of the night, her coat deep as the darkest black depths of this feared mother ocean.” she would scrunch her nose, bringing her own hand up tapping the young boy's nose with her finger. He would giggle, squealing as she would set back down the boy with a smirk. 

“Captain Brig, is it true that you named the Shipwright's Brig after your horse?” a girl standing next to the boy would speak up, her eyes wide with curiosity. Simply Brig would nod her head, smiling and crouching down to be at their level, even though she was still much taller than the kids before her. 

“Now better get along before the big scary Angus gets you!” she would scream playfully. With that the kids would squeal, running off as Angus would continue their chase after them. (Y/n) just laughing and watching. Law just watched. Everything about this felt familiar. Having people care and love you. Making sure you are safe from all harm and kept innocent as much as possible before being thrown out into the harsh world once getting older. It kinda reminded him of when he was younger with Cora… 

Wire in the distance was sitting with Heat and watched the interaction from afar. Kid was too drunk to even care what was going on, with Killer trying to make sure that Kid doesn’t get mad or upset by any means and maybe hurt someone of the Shipwright crew. The way (Y/n) had interacted with the kids was natural, like she knew what she was doing. The way she talked calmly and made their eyes just light up with fascination. It was astonishing to see such a scary, bloodthirsty woman calm around children. It was like looking at a whole new person. 

Who was this woman truly?

The night had stretched on, the party slowing as crewmates cleaned up their messes and made their way back to their rooms to rest before the coming day. (Y/n) was nowhere in sight now. Kid, his commanders, and crew made their way back to their room. Law's crew and first mate were already back at their room, more than likely sleeping away. Though Law couldn't find himself tired yet. Memories and thoughts running rampant in his head. He was now on the upper deck next to the railing watching the dark ocean illuminated by the moon below him pass. Hearing the clanks of metal on glass would have him turning his head to see (Y/n) standing in the large glass dome that's above her workshop. She stood there, now in what it seemed to be pajamas, which consisted of shorts and a tank top. Her hair up in a bun on the back of her head, makeup removed. A bottle of rum in her hand as she would raise it taking a big swig of it. Soon her tall form bends over to sit on top of the glass. 

Law would quietly make his way over to the helm and now, leaning against the railing behind her. He would let out a soft sigh but part scoff. “You know if you keep drinking like that, your liver will fail you.” All Law would get would be a hand wave of dismissal. 

“To be honest, whatever kills me quicker I truly don't mind.” She would sigh, her back towards him, her skin adorned in tattoos of ropes, lassos, and a few small silhouettes of horses. The only outstanding tattoo on her was on both of her left and right shoulders. On her right was a large ‘VP 0.5’ and on her left was a huge metal detailed X with a cross-air in the middle, with what looked like electricity coming out of the top and sides. Though the comment she made would make Law's skin crawl with disappointment and disapproval. He would watch her as she set down the bottle of rum, reaching into her shorts pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Pulling one from the box and putting it in her mouth, she would light the cigarette covering the flame with her hand. Soon taking a long drag of her cigarette, pulling it away from her lips and letting out a cloud of smoke. “I know that might not be your thing, Captain Trafalgar D. Law, but I would rather die due to my own mistakes, then die to any other pirate's or damned Marines. So. Let me smoke and drink in peace will yah?” She would snap a bit at him.

Law was quiet now. (Y/n) bringing her cigarette back up to her mouth taking another long pull, the end of the cigarette lighting up in bright orange embers as it burned, sending the smoke through her lips into her lungs. Exhaling, she would look back over at him. Her sharp blue and orange eyes meet his grey eyes. “So what brings yah out here in the middle of the night? I thought yous would be asleep in your cabin with the rest of yer crew.”

Law would shrug a bit a smirk on his face now. “Just not feeling tired, can a man not have one night being up late?” Law would ask smugly, his eyes never leaving hers, but the longer he stared into her eyes he felt the familiar chill go down his own spine. 

“Not judging, just questioning.” a smile would creep up onto (Y/n)’s face. Soon bringing the bottle of rum to her lips again, taking a small sip this time. The soft flow of yellow from her legs and arms would illuminate the space around her. “Have ye ever just wanted to jump into the ocean and sink for a while just to enjoy the feelin’ of the ocean around yer body?”

Law’s smug smirk would instantly disappear as he would look at the female like she was crazy. Well, she is crazy. “What? You would be absolutely insane just to jump into the ocean knowing that you have a devil fruit and can't swim!” He would almost be yelling in anger just for this woman to say something absolutely insane.

“Hey! Like I was sayin’! Just questioning!” She would put her hands up in a defensive manner, shrugging her shoulders. “But of course I would have someone on standby to fetch me out of the water,” she would burst out laughing, a tear escaping her eye. Now she wasn't drinking like earlier…she was drinking earlier out of happiness and joy. Now? Law could see it in (Y/n)’s eyes. Sadness, pain, loss. She now wasn't drinking out of happiness, but out of pain. Law would calm down looking at her. This cheerful, happy girl was just actually suffering. But she did hide it well.

Law would jump over the railing and gently walk across the glass, being surprised that the glass was thicker than what he thought. He would then sit a good few feet away from her to the side and look over at her. That smile on her face that had accompanied her face moments ago was now just a small sad smile. “There really are days that I just wish I could swim again without a worry in the world and just live my life free. Still back on the ranch taking care of the horses, going for a ride every mornin’ and maybe even just a late nigh’ ride,” she would look down at the cigarette between her fingers. Bringing it up and taking a huff of it again. “Being able to hear the sounds of wildlife around me without a worry in the world,” she would sigh, smoke leaving her lips. Law’s eyes would just watch her intently, listening to the taller woman next to him spill her wishes. Why was this woman just spilling out her wants to him? Is she really drunk or is she not? “Sorry…just mumblin',” she would sigh, hanging her head low and then rubbing her hand against the back of her neck.

With that (Y/n) would begin to collect her things. Putting her cigarette pack back into her pocket and picking up the bottle of rum she would stand, looking down at Law. “Get some sleep. We are going to be docking at the next island soon to get some supplies,” she would state. Her carefree nature gone, replaced by a now very serious tone and manner. Before Law could say anything she was already walking through the air back towards the door to the lower decks of the ship, that he could only assume was her going to bed. 

Law was now left there to himself and the sounds of the ocean lapping up against the huge hull. The moon was still high in the sky and the stars were shining brightly in the sky. He was left in his own thoughts. His mind raced with so many questions about (Y/n). What happened to her own homeland? Why was she out here on the sea and not with her parents back on Wild Country? What caused her to lose her limbs? Was she by chance born without her limbs or did some freak accident happen to her to lose them? Wait no… He remembers her talking to Kid earlier about her robotic limbs…

“.... since I was robbed of that pretty young….”

God. What really happened to her?

Unaware of all the sleeping crew, the ship slowly closed in on its next island. In the distance the familiar shape of an island comes into view. An old worn down ocean bobber sign drifting from side to side. The worn down words on the sign would read.

Wild Country

Home of the Wild Horses

Population 177  0

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Omen of the Stars reread + a lot of thoughts

The Fourth Apprentice

The cover is actually the best cover in the series are you kidding me? Its so pretty. The yellow blue and dark green r so nice

Why does the TC/ShC stream drying up affect the lake water level and not the RiverClan... river? Does the Moonpool stream still run???

Every mention of Squirrel and Leaf sitting together "so close they were like kits just out the nursery" is an actual STAB in the chest. They go thru so much :((((

A flash flood seems to take out the beaver den (or its just poorly worded?) so what was the point of the journey...

Dovewings personality is snappier than i think pple give her credit for, I kinda enjoy her

Tigerheart literally does not interact with her on the mission lmao what is he on about 'I'm gonna miss you'

Jayfeather missing Lionblaze is act so painful :(

Fading Echoes

So much of the opening of these books is just recounting previous events and character arcs omg this goes for all WC books.

Hollyleaf :(

Blossompaw's siblings joke that she moons over Toadstep. Idk why fucking Thornclaw becomes her mate later on then :/

What is Tigerheart doing on the border ? he doesnt explain it? I actually thought that he was already meeting Dovepaw secretly but then hes not like what is he doing...?

Dovepaw being worried for the other Clans + her thoughts about having this power should put her above the Clan rules could be so interesting. the series back-and-forths over Lionblaze (we must protect ThunderClan) and Dovepaw (we must protect all the Clans) even though Lionblaze gets annoyed at Dovepaw for using her powers to look after ThunderClan???

The whole "being obsessed with Prophecy and what it means" is probs a part of Jay's character (as he baso became a med cat to fulfil his destiny) but it also feels like a gross misunderstanding of what a Prophecy is. All the "the dark forest is rising. This might be what the Three is meant for" is like putting the horse before the cart- a prophecy is meant to describe a situation and hint at the character/means to solve it; but PO3/OoTS has the characters/means to solve, but no conflict :/ its a bit backwards.

I like the mentions of Firestar + Sandstorm going on night hunts etc.

Blossompaw/fall's a cunt lol. Shes kinda fun but shes not nice at all especially to Ivypool.

I love Littlecloud. I love when the med cats share ideas and discuss things 10/10 makes my day everytime

The pacing is actually... not good. Ive defo always been on thr camp of "too many povs and too few chapters ruins the book" but wow FE really shows it.

So much of Doves characterisation so far is about agency and not wanting to be special and have Firestar/Lion/Jay talk to her. I wish this was not forgotten about in later Super Editions.... kittypetdovewing2k24

this battle is crazy tho. I wish more of the DF plot was about stirring up trouble between the Clans and specific troublemakers in each Clan rather than the later nebelous 'dark warriors invade the forest' battle. Ill get to that one day

Night Whispers

Picking right back up in the battle...

and again just recounting the last books events. hollyleaf death/disappearance explanation count: 3

Kinda love how many times shes mentioned. From Lionblaze avoiding the tunnel she ran into to Jayfeather finding the fur that Leafpool hid.... cute

Okay i actuallt love ShadowClan discussing the battle + tactics + training and then the chapter immediately after the TC camp doesnt mention it at all and Ivypaw is like "why arent we discussing the battle? Just because we won doesn't mean we will again!!" interesting character moments + a nice look at differences between the Clans

Ivypaw and dovepaw fighting over tigerheart????? they fight so much but then always wanna be together like jfc.

Dove n tiger have negative chemistry like it just jumps right into "no boundaries can keep us apart". I get shes using him as an escape from TC/prophecy bullshit but like.... rlly? I wish it was just like expanded on. Tbh i wish every chapter had like just two extra pages to actually delve into things a bit better.

Lmaoo lionblaze cinderheart leafpool dovepaw patrol this is so fucking funny brambleclaw u get one point for this

Tigerheart break up scene count: 1

Flametail POV. Interesting but... why? Bad things r coming we know... what was his point narratively? It was cool tho. I liked seeing ShadowClan.

Every single book Dovepaw has a character die/get really hurt and is haunted by their screams. Rippletail, Longtail/Briarpaw, and later on its Antpelt... jesus christ girlie has it SO rough

The ivypaw "nernernenerner im better than you im being trained by tigerstar" to "oh fuck hes actually a bad guy i cant believe the terroristic maniac lied to me" is so rapid shes so funny/stupid

The imagery in this book is kinda crazy. Fire and ice cats and drowning in darkness visions. Very fun.

Sign of the Moon

So the med cats are divided and split up and StarClan does not trust any other Clan cat- but when in StarClan, Barkface and Flametail are hanging out? Crookedstar offers to share prey with Yellowfang? But StarClan is super fractured rn each Clan must stand alone. Okay

Antpelt nooooooooooooooo

Idk what the mountain prophecy actually means like. Firestar was always going to lead ThunderClan into battle.... what is he gonna do that's different...

Rock: i was the first Stoneteller Five chapters later Half Moon becomes the first Stoneteller. This is egregious

Swoop death. that's the fourth death Dovewing is going to be haunted by

The Forgotten Warrior

all the hints to Hollyleaf still... its a nice throughline... the yarrow and tansy and Molepaw/Cherrypaw scenes... shes my fave. sometimes the foreshadowing feels like it could be just Jayfeather coping that she's 'defo still out there' but TFW ties it up well. especially when you get surprised by Sol coming back and its like 'oh they were convinced she was defo still out there :(' and then she's actually back!!!

also the title??? is banger. the Forgotten Warrior, with Leafpool on the OG cover??? wow. espec as its constantly brought up that Leafpool was the medicine cat but no one sees her as a warrior really.... TBH all these titles are just as good as the TPB titles in terms of meaning/how good they are.

Another fox? okay.

SOL.... okay

tunnel adventures part 3.

All this like.. Bumeblstripeing is just kinda naff. Dovewing is clearly tryna force herself into liking him. But then she's also going on about how Tigerheart used her??? NGL i do really wanna see like.. why she changes her mind in AVOS

Brambleclaw lying to protect Hollyleaf is actually like. GOD that hurts. especially when you consider Bramblestar's Storm and how much he misses her. thats his favourite

the cinderheart shit is so stupid my jaw is actually on the floor. what you do mean you've been in love with a cat you shouldn't have. is cinderheart having cinderpelt's feelings for fucking firestar and that's why she doesn't want to be with lionblaze. also they have negative chemistry they literally are CONSTANTLY having issues.

oh my god i swear the 'Sol is secretly working with WindClan' was brought up chapters ago and we are only now dealing with it okay. anyway hollyleaf moment.

its kinda weird we dont get any like. scenes of the siblings just being siblings... they only discuss prophecy/plot shit and dont get to be siblings again - which i guess fits with the whole 'everything has changed' but god it'd be so god to just have them doing like. normal cat stuff - especially when so much of this series has had Jayfeather missing her and Lionblaze

i love Dustpelt and Brackenfur building shit... its so good

Dawnpelt murder accusations. okay.... i can't wait for Flametail to suddenly be argumentative again next book

the battle we've been building to all book is one chapter. cool. Sol runs off again and it's the end of the book. cool.

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Wenclair- Enid's playlist for Wednesday- "Hit Play on Her"

@sayum2510 Looking through my drafts I found one I conjured up from your ask months ago, not sure where I was going with it so it's kind of just little wenclair moments based on your wenclair songs you mentioned.

In case you're still interested I've decided to tweak and post the lil one shot so ... Hope you enjoy 😋

Enid had tried.

Tried so desperately to hide the feelings she had for Wednesday.

She really had.

But she knew it wasn't long before the Seer caught onto the way Enid would trip over her tongue whenever Wednesday dressed up. Or the way she reaches for her and only her in any dier situation. Or the way she rambles juuuust a little bit more often when talking to the Ravenette than with others.

It had happened again just now. Wednesday had left for a family event, one that Enid had declined the invitation for after learning there was a lot of death, spirits and séances involved. As much as it pained Enid not to blindly follow Wednesday into another tragedy filled night she had to say no because she knew all of the Addams' would be there. And she was sure as hell she couldn't hide her feelings from such an intelligent family. As much as Wednesday was dense when it came to social cues, relationships and love...her family were far more well versed in such feelings.

With Wednesday, she could play it off as her being quirky because, of course Wednesday wasn't great at picking up hints. But observation in general Wednesday was an expert in. So all it would take is a little interest and she would eventually come to the conclusion that Enid is hopelessly in love with her. Whereas with Wednesday's Mother and Father and Brother and honestly anyone with Addams blood, they could sniff out her attraction to Wednesday better than she could sniff out a squirrel that was 5 metres away.

Only moments ago Enid was hit with the harsh reality of how desperately attracted to Wednesday she was when she heard the harmonious voice.

"I'm leaving Enid" she states bluntly and Enid looks up from her laptop, her jaw dropping as she stared at her best friend in pure shock. Mouth agape, practically drooling as her eyes trailed up Wednesday body which fit nicely into a lacy black cropped dress, fishnets and a pair of overly large combat boots. As she trailed her eyes to Wednesday eyes she took a moment to admire her usual gothic make up and hypnotic stare. Enid's kryptonite.

"What are you looking at? Did the dry cleaners miss a blood spot" she inspected her outfit, spinning in stiff circles, as if teasing Enid with more to gawked at.

"No no" Enid jumped up from her bed blinking her eyes out of thier hypnotic state and stumbling over her feet to stand parallel to Wednesday. "Just wow Wednesday you look- just- your beau- the ummm I like-" she rose her hand to her mouth and cleared her throat "the dress it's cute" she let out a quick breath, and a growl lightly erupted from her throat at her own awkwardness.

"Cute? That was not really my intention, I was going more for sacrificial altar offering " Wednesday deadpanned. But Enid just giggled and ran her eyes up and down Wednesdays body checking her out in plain view once again.

"Are you sure you do not wish to accompany me?" Wednesday noticed Enid's prying eyes and tilted her head quizzically. Clearly misjudging Enid's staring as wishing for a 2nd invitation rather than the shameless pining that it was.

"N-no It's fine I'll come to the next one" Enid babbled out, smiling nervously and recieving a slight nod from Wednesday as she turned to leave.

"Your loss" Wednesday had smirked over her shoulder at Enid before leaving the room and of course the blonde almost melted at the sight. "Urghhh" she let out a frustrated grunt of annoyance, trying to force the feelings away and failing miserably. So Enid did what she did best and resorted to laying face down on her bed, headphones on and blasting enough music to numb her brain.

And when of course this didn't work Enid scrolled through her Spotify and hovered her thumb over her favourite playlist. The one she had made the day after meeting Wednesday, the one she continuously added songs to that reminded her of the dark goddess of a girl that she so desperately yearned for, the one she added songs to everyday since.

She let out another low growl before hitting play on her Wednesday playlist simply titled "Her".

🎶But I can't help myself when you get close to me🎶 Enid's mind drifted. God Wednesday made her feel so painfully in love

🎶Baby my tongue goes numb goes like bleh bleh blee🎶 that's exactly how she sounded everytime She looked at the pale goddess and tried to form a sentence. She sighed and let the music take control of her, swaying to the melody and feeling every word that was sung

🎶Looking at you got me feeling nauseous🎶

... She smiled

🎶OOO it feels so good I HAD TO CHANGE THE OCTIVE🎶

Enid belted out the tune, images of Wednesday plaguing her thoughts as she did. Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter was extremely fitting for the way she had just felt about Wednesday looking at her and she let the songs play. It was merely a way to comfort herself knowing that she was not the only person who had these kind of feelings.

And you know, yelling out her feelings was very therapeutic, it's not like she can just tell Wednesday she's in love with her, Imagine!

...

After a while Enid tried to keep herself busy in order to stop her mind from wandering to impure thoughts of her best friend in that dress (or rather out of it). She had found herself cleaning their dorm room, finishing her homework, writing on her blog,going for a walk, and even hanging out with her friends until midnight, anticipating seeing Wednesday upon her return.

But she wasn't there.

Enid sighed and fell back on her bed, pursing her lips and tapping her fingers, anxiously waiting. Eventually nothing could stop her, the ache of wanting Wednesday too strong to ignore and of course she then picked up her headphones and hit shuffle on "Her".

Mommy issues by cloudy June immediately starts playing and Enid is almost annoyed by how accurate her playlist was getting.

The blonde stands this time, jittery with anticipation as the lyrics purred in her ears 🎶You're good at masquerading the second that you came in, face straight but legs are shaking🎶 Enid sighed knowing full well these words were more directed towards Enid herself when it came to Wednesday. Of course, she had to put on a smile every time Wednesday made her feel flustered, acting like her body wasn't screaming at her while she had to remain straight-faced, or at least her usual friendly smile rather than obviously swooning over the girl.

That didn't stop Enid from getting into the song, blurring her thoughts and letting the music sink into her mind like a ship on treacherous waters.

Enid danced around the room aimlessly singing "When I call the shots you call me-" as she spins around she stops dead and

"Mommy" she squeaks out the last word, inadvertently and she turns to see Wednesday entering their shared dorm, slightly dishevelled but still in that tantalising outfit.

"What did you just call me?" Wednesday quirks an eyebrow up and stares at Enid, gripping her clutch purse Infront of her and awaiting a response

"Ahhh umm no the umm" Enid throws her headphones off and dashes her phone on the bed awkwardly along with the headphones. Like a guilty child getting caught stealing candy from the kitchen cupboards

She blushes profusely and stutters out "It was the s-song" in a poor explanation

Wednesday's brain practically buzzes with questions and ways on how to respond before landing on "Interesting choice of song Enid" and walking over to her side of the room as if nothing had happened. She hears an audible sigh from Enid and side eyes her. This wasn't the first time she had been suspicious of Enid but she had just endured a formidable amount of affection from her family, her battery was drained, so she decided against pressuring Enid into teaching her.

Enid however felt like she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole! God what must Wednesday be thinking right now.

...

Later on in the week the moment had been fading from each of their memories and the days returned to normal

Enid smirked at Wednesday.

"Come on Wednesday what did we talk about?" Enid scolds Wednesday but the juxtaposition of the smile it was paired with told the girl that she wasn't really in that much trouble.

The Addams girl huff's in annoyance, her facial expression barely changes as walks away from the situation and tracks swiftly back to her room.

Enid blindly follows after her, all the while skipping happily and relishing in that little power she had over Wednesday. One she knew didn't last long when it came to other Activities the two would part-take in.

"This preposterous idea that I would have even a miniscule interest in this activity must really mean you have finally succumb to the illusion that I will change Enid" Wednesday scolds back.

"And yet here you are" Enid's smirk has a giddy twinge to it as she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively saying "Aren't you?"

She skips away, throwing her headphones on and pressing play on her favourite playlist titled "Her", scrolling through Spotify and finding yet another song to add to it.

At this point her Wednesday's playlist was becoming an unhealthy addiction but hey what can you do. Wednesday made her feel things that she just couldn't say out loud so surely singing them was the next best thing.

...

It was 4 am and Enid could hear it the consistent rumble of howls that plagued the night air. Everyone was out, all of the wolves screaming at the moon with pure heart and Enid was again alone in bed.

She hadn't turned since the hyde attack. Her therapist told her it was a mental block due to the traumatic events that transpired but she wasn't sure.

A large HOWL could be heard this time much closer. Which caused Enid to curiously lift her head off of her pillow and squint her eyes out of the room window.

It was Wednesday? Enid crept up to the window and admired her from afar. With each distant howl she watched the seer howl back and subtly smile to herself as she did. What the hell?

The werewolf climbed out the window quietly and spoke

"Wednesday what are you doing?" While remaining a fair distance away from her crush.

Wednesday barely flinched at the sudden presence of her best friend and spoke unfiltered

"Confusing the other wolves of course, It's one of my favourite games I've played it ever since I was a kid" Wednesday seemed rather dazed as she thought back to the memory and then snapped back to reality to see Enid's eyes in pure shock and awe

Wednesday cleared her throat "My apologies I am not sure why I shared that information with you".

"It's okay to share Wednesday I told you you could tell me anything" Enid walked slowly towards Wednesday "Pretty cool game" she observes standing by Wednesday's side, not daring to make eye contact just yet.

She slowly turned to look at Wednesday hoping this vulnerable openness wouldn't end so soon but as Wednesday looked at her, Enid saw something in her face change.

"Yes, well I did not mean to cause you any discomfort" Wednesday seems almost guilty as she averts her gaze away from the wolf's eyes.

"Why would that cause me-" Enid began but then it clicked "Oh ..." She looked away shamefully "Because I can't turn into a wolf" she sighed lightly

"Yes" Wednesday said, oblivious at first to Enid's sadness. She stayed silent her eyes scanning the glorious view from their balcony before her eyes landed on Enid and she finally noticed how upset she was.

Wednesday seemed to internally panic, unaware of the proper protocol in these situations. Usually she would not care but something about the way Enid's pleading eyes bore into her soul caused a spark to go off, jumpstarting her insides.

"Just because you cannot transform does not mean you cannot howl" Wednesday's lip twitched.

"Wednesday no it just makes me feel-" she began to protest but Wednesday simply raised her hand to halt her words

"Okay but you like games don't you Enid?" She asked earning a slight submissive nod from the werewolf girl "Then let's play my game" Wednesday smirked.

"Wednesday" Enid groaned out, tilting her head to sigh at the sky

"Enid" Wednesday simply retorted before continuing as if Enid had not rejected her proposition.

"It's very simple really, whenever you hear a howl you reciprocate and then revel in the satisfaction of knowing there is a wolf out there confused by the sound, chasing its tail looking for a strange sounding wolf" Wednesday eyes beamed with wicked delight as she explained the rules.

"That's pretty Evil Addams, you don't even get to see them all confused what's the point" Enid couldn't help but giggle a little bit, what an odd 'Game'.

"No but I know they are and that is enough, it is part of the enjoyment using my imagination" Wednesday shrugged slightly.

Just as she said this another distant howl could be heard in the distance and Wednesday looked at Enid expectantly.

After no response Wednesday gripped the edges of the concrete wall in front of her and let out a monstrous howl, causing Enid's eyes to light up in pure adoration.

"How did I do?" Wednesday flicked her eyebrows up. It wasn't like her to request validation from someone but the Seer thought it would be a great honour to hear the opinion of the most vicious creature she had ever laid eyes on. Enid, of course, in her wolf form, jaw dripping with the blood of Wednesday's enemy, teeth bared with a look of pure bloodlust in her eyes... Wednesday had never felt so strongly towards her roommate than in that moment. So, who better to assess her howling abilities than the best there was in her eyes.

"You would make a good little wolf" Enid spoke, mesmerised by the sight in front of her. As she caught herself saying it she became nervous at Wednesday's reaction.

Her wolf became giddy when the response she was given was "Well you are a good little wolf" and Enid beamed with pure delight. That's the nicest thing Wednesday had ever said to her and was she being delusional in believing that it seemed even a little ... flirty?

Even as Wednesday said this, she was outwardly shocked by even her own words, her lips that seemed to be betraying what her mind would have told her to say instead

Enid was speechless, her legs almost caving in from beneath her as her mouth went dry all of a sudden at the sound of Wednesday's voice

Luckily another Howl rang out and Wednesday looked at Enid changing the subject rather quickly

"Your turn" She told her, nonchalantly.

Enid, still buzzing from the look in Wednesday's eyes as she called her a good little wolf, smirked playfully "Fine" she shook her head disapprovingly before letting out an almighty HOWLLLLLLL, without question.

She looked back at Wednesday expectantly who was lightly entranced by the sight. She cleared her throat

"Not terrible." She said as if she was grading an English paper "poor technique though" Wednesday looked away from her feeling rather deviant.

"Excuse me? Who is the wolf here!" Enid moved closer to Wednesday letting her know that she was very offended

"To the perception of a stranger in sure it would be hard to tell" Wednesday didn't look at her. She had to deflect after her little wolf mishap a moment ago

"What was wrong with it?" Enid asked voice a little cracked. Again something sparked in Wednesday... Did she feel guilty for making her feel bad? Of course she did it's Enid! She was just trying to be playful and cheer Enid up but it was so unnatural to her.

Do something!

"Here" Wednesday suddenly gripped the wolf's hips twisting her body lightly and Enid in utter shock from Wednesday's touch, let it happen. What was going on?

She gulped, as her heart rate quickened and Wednesday hands moved swiftly to each of Enid's hands and roughly placed each one on the balcony's edge, breaking the touch barrier between them haphazardly.

"What are you-" Enid finally managed to hoarsely conjure up words but she was immediately stopped as Wednesday slid her hand up to the Blondie's chin tilting her head away and slightly to the sky, keeping her fingers lingering for a few seconds too long. Enid's breath hitched in her throat and Wednesday noticed this furrowing her brow for a moment then brushing it off.

Wednesday stepped back and admired her handiwork then spoke assertively

"Now" she reached forward only to stop Enid from moving out of the position she was just expertly put into "Try again" she all but demanded.

Enid took a harsh breath in and out, extremely grateful that the cold night air prevented the flush of her cheeks from being so obvious and then she howled once again.

This time an earth shattering howl erupted from Enid's throat, causing even Wednesday to smile slightly at her triumph and again feel that uneasy spark of feeling that rose from within the depths of her darkened soul.

Enid panted for breath afterwards, the cold air evident, from the breath that could be seen clearly like fog rolling into a graveyard at midnight. It honestly, once again, captivated Wednesday and for the first time in forever ... She was speechless ... She was feeling.

Enid noticed and smiled proudly.

After a while of comfortable silence and occasional howling at the sky while stealing glances at each other, both girls retreated to the comfort and warmth of their beds.

Wednesday lay still, staring at the ceiling, contemplating everything that had just occured and Enid smiled widely into her pillow as she attempted to sleep.

But she just couldn't. She felt like they had a moment. The same feeling she felt gripping onto Wednesday for dear life after the school was attacked. The relief from finding out Wednesday was alive and the pain of having to let her go once again. Eventually, Enid resorted to "Her" after more than an hour of tossing and turning endlessly.

🎶She don't wanna be anybody else she's a women in total control of herself🎶 Enid smiled again humming in happiness as the line 🎶I swear I saw her howling at the sky, she ain't out to get you but she's better on your side🎶 rang through her ears and she happily let the image of Wednesday howling continuously burn into her brain.

Her blissful descent into slumber was interupted by Wednesday's voice

"You are aware that your headphones are not plugged aren't you?" She stood right beside Enid's bed startling the girl.

"Shit!" Enid whispered fumbling for her phone to turn it off. She will never get used to how silent Wednesday's footsteps were, it's as if the girl just glides everywhere.

"Interesting choice of song Enid" Wednesday smirked before retreating back to her bed to continue her own descent into a peaceful sleep.

As she laid there she watched as Enid avoided eye contact and flopped her head back onto her pillow, looking somewhat embarrassed.

And for the third time that night Wednesday's heart sparked and Enid's Beat rapidly.

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🧃🍄 🥐 ?

thank you <3

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

okay, this is dark, but after 9/11 preschool me drew (according to my mom) a picture of the twin towers smoking and people jumping from them 😶

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favorite ships or pairings

hmmm, I've wrung this one out for all its worth so I'll refrain from more Hayzelle. I am a Haymitch rarepair/multishipper at heart so let me change it up, before SOTR overwrites it:

in a now-deleted fanfic, Mollie Hannigan gets her grumpy yet obliging boyfriend Haymitch to practice a dance with her in the Meadow for a community festival, and they end up accidentally stepping on a huge wasp nest. they're running away, mostly unscathed, until Haymitch decides to call out something quippy to her, trips on a root (he trips over a root again when he's being chased by the squirrel mutts - so he has growing hatred of roots in this fic), and gets stung all over. Mollie gets the nearby goat man to help carry him out of there.

I don't necessarily hold this exact event as a hc but the dynamic between them still feels right. his girl was the go-getter, Haymitch was the "reluctant" tagalong, and they got in and out of trouble together.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

in honor of... whatever's going on with tiktok, this series makes me laugh so hard every time. I saw another update last night (on instagram reels...bc I am a millennial) and I was dying. I love Peggy with her typewriter!

send me an emoji!!

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|| Lost and Found ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: meetcute! With dogs!

Oral (f rec), beardburn, coming in pants (m) 😍, written for the @bernthirst-events #beardthalbash, thanks to @darlingshane and @anna-hawk for organising!

"Midge! Miiiidge!" Your voice echoes through the endless trees as you call out again and again, listening hopefully for the familiar thunder of paws on the leafy undergrowth coming back toward you, but there was nothing but the muted twitter of birds. "Midge, come!" You shout again, your voice starting to tremble with worry as you walk hurriedly along the forestry path. The light was beginning to fade earlier in these shortening autumn evenings, and it would soon be impossible to find your runaway pup. You take out your phone, dismayed to see the signal nonexistent out this deep in the woods.

"C'mon Midge! Midge, please come back!" The back of your throat is rough from yelling and your eyes are glistening with tears. You couldn't go home, you had to keep looking for her.

"Miiiidge?!" You tried again, and stopped in your tracks as you heard a rustling nearby, but it was just a blackbird rummaging in the leaf litter.

"Oh Midge…" you croak out more quietly, still holding her broken lead tightly in your fist. You cursed yourself for not replacing it sooner after she had been chewing it, for not buying a stronger one. You were so wrapped up in your own admonishment that you jumped out of your skin when someone walked up the track behind you.

"Ma'am, if you don't mind me askin', are you alright?"

You turned and were met with the figure of a large bearded man. He kept his distance when he realised he had given you a bit of a fright, giving you time to take in the fact that he was wearing a dark green shirt with the park ranger logo embroidered on it along with utility pants and sturdy walking boots. His eyes were dark and he was looking at you kindly.

"I'm Frank, I'm a ranger. I heard you yelling, can I help?" He asks, and you find yourself stuttering over your words, partly in relief that someone else was around, and someone who hopefully knew these woods a lot better than you.

"It's- it's my dog, she… oh, I've been searching and calling for her for hours, she broke her lead when she saw a squirrel and bolted after it! I couldn't catch her in time and she's just- she's just a pup!" You sniffle as your eyes keep flitting around to look through the trees. "I can't find her, she doesn't know this part of the woods that well, I can't leave her alone out there."

The ranger nods and steps a little bit closer. "Alright, I know that you're worried about her, but this sorta thing happens a lot. I'm gonna help you to find her best I can. Can you give me a description? An' I heard you callin' out 'Midge', s'that right?"

You wipe at your damp eyes, nodding. "She's a border collie, black and white. She's 8 months but she's small for her age."

"Okay ma'am, do you remember when and where you last saw her? I'll radio my team and we'll be able to have more eyes and ears lookin' out for Midge okay?" His voice is low and authoritative but soft with it, and your tears soon stop as you're distracted by the way he goes straight into action.

"Back over the ridge near the fire pass, I think it was about two hours ago…" you tell him.

Frank unclips his radio from his belt and relays all the information, getting confirmation from a variety of voices shortly after.

"Okay, let's take a walk back that way huh? You got some treats or somethin' with you?"

You fall into step beside him, grasping the bag of mini bone biscuits from your pocket. "Yeah."

He smiles. "That's good. Those her favourite, huh?"

"Yeah. But she just loves any food really."

You pick a few out hoping that Midge might be able to smell them from wherever she is and her greedy stomach might lead her back to you.

Frank nods. "Is she alright with guys? I know some dogs don't like a man with a beard, can scare em sometimes."

You soon dismiss Frank's concern. "No not at all, actually she'd likely love you. I mean, our postman is quite a big guy and she's always happy to see him at the house. Though I guess he does bring treats for a lot of the dogs."

Frank smiles again and starts calling out for Midge as you come near to the spot where she ran off and you join him, shaking the bag of treats. He takes out a flashlight and starts a sweep. "Which way did she head, do you remember?" He asks.

You point down the slope in front of you and he starts making his way through the trees with you following behind and both calling. After a little while walking down the hill he holds up his hand in a signal to stop and you stay quiet. He listens and you strain your ears too, eventually hearing a distant whimper.

"Oh! Oh it's Midge!" You're suddenly sick with fear that she's seriously hurt and start running towards the sound, the thick branches scraping against your face and arms. Frank catches up to you quickly and urges you to slow down.

"Hey, hey! Watch yourself now, there's a ton of burrows and shit you could break your ankle in if you're not careful. Just hold back with me. It's alright, we'll get to her."

You reluctantly slow your pace as he's right after all, he does know these woods better than you and very soon he's crouching down at the roots of a big tree. As you round it you see little Midge on the ground whining and wagging her tail as she sees you. Her back paw is caught between two roots and she's clearly in some pain.

"Hey, hey Midgey, shhh it's okay, just stay nice and still." You try to calm her, holding her collar as Frank is extremely gentle as he carefully moves the roots to work her paw free and lift her up.

"There we go," he says as he holds her.

Both of you look the pup over for any other injuries before he radios that you'd found her to his colleagues. As you feel her ankle joint there's a little bruising but she doesn't seem to be in any great distress and when you hold out one of her treats she's more than eager to gobble it up.

"Oh Midge, it's alright baby, you're gonna be alright!" You stroke her soft fur in comfort, more for you, lifting your head to look at the ranger, your eyes shining slightly with tears. Just then Midge tilts her head up and licks Frank's face so sweetly and he cracks a smile. "Heh, that's a good sign."

You're so relieved and the rich sound of his laugh as Midge keeps on lavishing him with licks is infectious, making you chuckle too. It makes you feel so much better after all the worry.

"I can't thank you enough, Frank. I was so scared it would be so much worse!" You tell him as you all walk back to the park entrance.

"Hey no worries, it's all just part of the job." He replies as you reach the gate. It was almost completely dark now and the rain was starting to come down in a drizzly mist. "You local? Do you need a ride home?" He asks.

You glance down the road. It was only about a mile and a half walk away but you didn't want to risk Midge getting away from you again as she might manage to wriggle out of your arms on the road.

"Um, actually that would be really great if it wouldn't be too much trouble? We're not far."

"Not at all ma'am, best make sure this lil lady doesn't have another chance to get into trouble again, I know what they can be like!" He jibes, booping Midge gently on her nose which she licks afterwards.

When you reach the outside of your little lodge house after the short ride, you thank Frank again. In the light from the porch his dark eyes are twinkling as he bids you both goodnight.

"I'm sure she'll be back out and about in no time, just keep an eye out for those darn squirrels yeah?"

You laugh a little now that your worry is mostly over, and you notice how handsome he is as well as the kindness and trust that seemed to just emanate from him effortlessly, putting you at ease. "I certainly will! I'm so glad you found us, thank you. Once she's rested and recovered from her ordeal maybe we'll see you around?"

"Yeah, I sure hope so." He replies giving you a gorgeous smile as he gets back into his truck.

-

Frank is just signing off an email when he hears a familiar bark from outside the office. Lady, his own dog, responds with her own short huff, excited to see her playmate again.

It's been a couple of months since Midge's incident and maybe him carrying treats in his pocket might have had something to do with it, but she always ran up to the ranger station and let her arrival be known every time you walk her. And Frank sure as hell doesn't mind as it means he gets to see you.

It had started with polite, friendly waves and a big pet for Midge whenever you happened upon each other in the park. Then, you would frequently stop to chat to him, ask him about his day and he about yours, and then you had started to drop by after his shift finished so you could all go on a walk together. There was nothing Frank loved more than being in the outdoors, except now he got to share that with someone, and he found himself increasingly glad that it was you.

Frank always made you laugh with the way he would run around playing with Midge and Lady, even after a long day's work. You showed him the tricks you had been teaching your pup, and on your regular hikes you also started to learn more about each other. Frank started looking forward to the times he would see you, your easy and generous smile lighting up his world and maybe even pushing to broaden the boundaries of it, maybe let someone like you to become something more. It had been a long while since he thought he felt something more than friendship blossoming, and gradually opening up to you felt right.

Still, right now he was so damn nervous. He had been trying to work up the courage to ask you out for days and then he'd inevitably chicken out, but he promised himself he'd do it tonight. And even if you turned him down, there'd be no regrets.

"Hey big bear!" You say as you greet him. "Which route do you wanna take this evening Frankie? It's your turn to pick." You ask him as Frank steps out with Lady and locks up the office. He almost loses his nerve when he turns and sees your pretty face and your sweet voice calling his nickname caresses his ears.

"Uh, I was thinkin' up by the creek," he suggests as the four of you start walking up the trailhead. Frank scratches at the back of his shirt collar. "Can't remember if I mentioned before but our place is up that way."

You turn to look at him wide eyed after you throw the ball for the dogs as they run ahead. "It is? Wow, it's so gorgeous up there. You're so damn lucky Frank, a perfect job and an amazing commute!"

He can't help beaming back, you seemed to see the positive in almost everything, he guessed he was pretty lucky.

Okay, he decides, now is the time to do it. Just put it out there. Just ask. What's the worst that could happen?

He clears his throat. "Was wonderin' actually, if you'd… uh, maybe you might wanna-" He couldn't believe he was stuttering over such a simple question. Fuck, was it supposed to be this hard? Thankfully, you stepped in and saved both of you from any more of his awkwardness.

"Frank, are you inviting me to your place?" You ask.

The light rain that's falling makes the longer strands of his hair lie in curls against his forehead. He runs a hand through it pushing it back, nodding. "Yeah, I mean, no pressure or anything. Just, if you wanna maybe have a drink with… me?"

You smile at him again. "Yeah, I'd love to."

By the time you reached his lodge you were both slightly soaked by the autumn drizzle. Frank stacks up the wood burner as soon as he lets you in, giving you and the dogs a towel to dry off with as he gets the fire going.

Once you dry off your hair and the dogs, you look around his home in awe. It's so beautiful, hewn from trees from this very forest, nothing too big and grand, just perfectly cosy. He had a neat but well stocked kitchen area, with a solid oak table and chairs by the window. A set of natural carved steps led up to a mezzanine with shelves stacked with all sorts of books and what you assumed was his bedroom.

There were glazed double doors that opened out the back onto a wooden porch and the mossy lawn behind bordered by the trees. And beside the wood burning stove was a tired but comfy looking sofa with a massive thick rug in front of it where Frank gestured to you to make yourself at home.

You kick off your shoes and hang your coat up on a hook near the door beside his next to the dog leads, and settle on the couch.

"This is magic, Frank," you tell him as he opens the fridge taking out a couple of beers.

He shakes his head, dipping his face a little like he's embarrassed or something as he walks over and hands you a bottle. "It's alright. You hungry?" He asks.

"I'm alright just now, just thirsty!" You smile, clinking your bottle against his as he sits down across from you after placing a couple of logs onto the now steadily blazing pile of kindling.

"Did it come with the job?"

He shrugs, fingers stroking his thick beard. "Uh, kinda." He takes a swig of beer and smiles as he notices Lady bringing out one of her favourite toys and letting Midge play with it without a gripe.

"Heh, look at that. S'good they're gettin' on so well." He remarks, and you hum in agreement as you watch them play.

"Yeah, I'm so glad," You say as you turn your gaze back to him. "It means we can spend more time together."

The corners of Frank's mouth pull up just a little. "S'that so? Cos I've been thinking I'd like that." He admits, the nerves rapidly melting away.

You move just a little bit closer to him on the couch, turning your body to face his. "I know I'd like that…" you confess. As you put your beer down on the side table, your hand brushes his knee and you decide to leave it there. He gazes directly at you and you feel your body temperature rise but it's not because of the fire that's burning nearby...

His fingers lightly stroke over yours and when you look back up he's so focused on you, the brown of his eyes seems so deep and dark and soft you could get lost in them. He's searching your expression for permission.

"Can I kiss you?"

His voice melts like thick honey in your ears and you're leaning in with a whispered yes instantly, almost before he can get all the words out. He raises a hand to cup your face stroking his thumb softly over your cheek and you close your eyes as he slowly leans in and gently captures your lips with his own. He's so very tender but you can feel the control he possesses as you eagerly kiss him back, the captivating strength and power held in check only by a hair trigger. Your fingers thread through his beard, guiding him to you and right now he'll go wherever you want him. He thinks maybe he should stop, a gentleman would stop and let you take the lead, dictate the pace, but you already are.

Under the light tang of beer you taste sweeter than he could imagine as your tongue slips in so softly, so teasingly between his parted lips against his own and he can't help the low moan he lets out as you surprise him by shifting to climb into his lap.

You gently pull away for a second, and your words are laced with a barely concealed urgency that has him struggling against that fucking gentlemanly conscience he had just a minute ago.

"Tell me if this is too fast?" You probe, looking down at him, your pupils already blown out. You'd been waiting for this. You'd given him all the signals for a little while now, hoping he'd maybe feel the same, waiting for him to be ready.

Frank's eyes dart from yours, down to your mouth and back up again. "Don't feel too fast to me," his words almost vibrate through you with his low tone. "Just feels right."

He moves to kiss you again and it's bliss. His lips are so soft, as is his beard although slightly tickly against your skin. You sigh and smile making a contented sound and he shows you some more of that control, his hands running up the sides of your thighs to rest on your waist, just lightly holding you. He still lets you set the speed, what you want and you let him know as your fingers slide up the shirt covering his broad chest weaving into his hair. His kiss goes deeper as you move in his lap, slowly shifting forward, pressing your hips against his and he makes his reaction to that known with the sexiest noise you've heard him make so far. You want so desperately to hear more.

"Been goin' crazy over you, you know that sweetheart?" He reveals, as you both pull away momentarily, still just inches away from each other's mouths. Your breaths are shallow, you've not felt this excited in a long while.

"You think I haven't felt the same?" You smirk.

In the days after Midge's rescue and recovery, you had found yourself thinking about Frank a lot. About his kindness, competency, and yeah maybe sometimes about how handsome he is… still you never thought he'd take a second look at you, but now you had both arrived here, feeling Frank's fingers twitch against you desperate to touch and you eager for him to do so.

You urge him to continue to explore as your lips meet again, the sensation of his fingertips so tentatively sliding up under your sweater and chasing the goosebumps away as they glide over your bare skin. You nip teasingly at his lower lip and he rewards you with a small grunt before his tongue delves back deeper into your mouth as you move your core over the now obvious bulge in his pants. He trails hot kisses down the side of your neck, pulling at the neckline of your top and you peel it off so his lips can access more of you.

"You're so gorgeous darlin'," he speaks into your skin as he places every kiss with care and attention, his eyes flicking up to meet yours as he mouths around the swell of your breasts still held captive by your bra. You tug at the hem of his shirt, leaning back for a moment so he can move to take it off. Your hands are back on him instantly, tracing over his muscular torso, fingers excitedly running over every dip and rise, appreciating every rough line of his varied scars now bared to you. You're both almost panting for breath, and he's struck dumb as you claw at his belt buckle but he gently puts his hands over yours, halting them.

You glance up. "Oh, if you don't want to-"

Frank chuckles, bumping his nose against yours. "I do. God, I really do… I just need to make sure it's what you want."

You can't believe this guy, he's almost perfect. Frustratingly so.

"Frank, I really want you." You tell him in all lucidity.

He licks across his lips at your confirmation, making the damp spot in your panties grow as he lets his eyes rove over you.

"Well, I'm gonna take you to bed then. C'mon." He says as he encourages you to your feet and guides you up the stairs.

You shimmy off your pants and socks in between more fervent kisses before he lays you down on his bed, leaving his own on as he lifts your foot and starts kissing his way up the inside of your ankle and calf. You part your legs wider to make space for him and his broad shoulders, your heart rate increasing by bounds as you anticipate his next move.

"Mm, s'this okay sweetheart?" He checks in as he nears the juncture of your thighs, his beard brushing the sensitive skin there, "Can I take these off?" He adds, and you hum in the affirmative as his dark eyes meet yours and he smiles. "Been just dyin' to taste you..." You flush with heat at his purred confession and lift your hips as he hooks his fingers around the waistband so he can pull your underwear down. He kisses your mound softly when he returns, taking his time.

"Anytime you want me to stop," he says before lightly kissing your clit and you let out a shuddered breath. "You just tell me baby, okay?" You nod and moan out loud when he begins to lap his tongue right between your glistening folds. You know you'll never want him to stop.

Your body writhes as he continues with wide slow licks between your thighs, relaxing as it's clear he more than knows what he's doing. You whimper, jolting unexpectedly as he begins flicking the hardened tip of his tongue over your clit before softening it again and repeating, swirling, sucking and worshiping your almost steadily dripping cunt like it's a fountain in the desert. When your thighs press in bracketing his head at a particularly sensitive touch, he wraps his big paws around you, fingers greedily switching between kneading the soft flesh of your legs and cupping around your ass as he devours you.

The hair of his beard rubs against your skin and the sensation is addictive. You move your hips against his rhythm and he reaches up to take one of your hands that is currently fisting in the sheets to position it on his head, to make you grab his hair and show him exactly what you want.

You gasp as he very quickly and easily hits a pressure and tempo that has you arching your back right off the mattress. Frank groans as you guide him, squeezing your legs around him almost rutting against his face, moaning so deep into your pussy you can feel the vibrations go through you. And just like that every focused movement he makes brings you further pleasure, taking you higher and higher, and seeing and feeling your reaction just keeps him going.

"Attagirl," he praises, briefly raising his head to look at you. Your juices shine on his lips, spread all around his mouth and wetting some of his beard. The sight just makes him look even hotter to you.

"Frank- mmn! God that's so good, please don't stop…"

He would never, diving right back between your quivering thighs and working you up to and over the edge like it's his only purpose. He can't help himself, you're so fucking sexy like this he's almost humping the bed trying to ease the throbbing need that's barely contained in his jeans. He might have thought about you like this before, how you'd sound, how you'd look, but nothing has prepared him for the reality.

He groans long and low as you clamp your legs hard to his head, you're trying not to but you can't stop your hips from rising, can't help fucking yourself hard against his face, but he wants it, encouraging you until your orgasm explodes from within. The intensity shakes you from your very core, rippling through your body in multiple waves as Frank still holds you firmly to him, licking you through it devotedly as he ruts his own hips into the mattress with another sexy moan. He slows down as he feels your tight grip in his hair easing off, his now near-black eyes meeting yours as he pants and licks his lips.

"You okay there darlin'?" His question is sincere but you almost snort with laughter with how fucking good he's made you feel. He can't be real.

"I'm-" you giggle and throw your arm up over your face as you feel nothing but euphoria.

"god, I'm… yeah, yeah I'm okay! Oh… shit. Wow!"

He grins and wipes his face on the sheets before crawling up the bed to lie next to you, and you turn on your side to face him, drawing him into a kiss as you reach for his pants for a second time.

He catches your hands yet again, shaking his head apologetically. "Uh, it was kinda 'oh shit wow' f'me too y'know? It's… been a while."

It takes you a brain-melted second to get his meaning and then a satisfied smile spreads across your lips. "Frankie, you know that's hot, right?"

He laughs falling back on the sheets, a slight blush dusting his cheekbones. "Hmm I dunno bout that, kinda feel like a teenager again, but as long as you're satisfied for now darlin'."

"I think that'll keep me going for a long while!"

"Not too long though, yeah?" Frank turns his head to look your way and try to gauge your meaning, the faintest hint of concern in his tone. This wasn't a one time thing right? It didn't feel like it was.

The corners of your mouth hook upward yet again. "Definitely not too long." you assure him.

Your eyes track up to the large skylight in the roof above the bed as you catch your breath back, watching the moody, inky clouds gently rolling past.

"Must be a fantastic view of the stars when it's clear." You muse, still gazing up as you feel the warmth of Frank's hand slide over your stomach to hold you close to him in the afterglow.

He follows the line of your sight. "Yeah, it was a pain in the ass to install but worth it for sure."

You turn in his arms to face him. "You put that in yourself? Wow, that's something."

He gives a shrug. "Well I always planned for it when I built the place."

You're incredulous. "What? You built this place?!"

Frank just chuckles, smoothing a couple of stray strands of hair out of your face.

"Yeah, haven't always been a ranger. Used to do logging, bit of carpentry. Just thought how hard can it be? Had the idea in my head for a good long while before I had the means and the land to make it happen."

"Frank Castle… I'm officially stunned. That's incredible!" He has the audacity to shrug again like it's nothing and then laughs out loud as he watches your brows draw together.

"Hey, I'm serious! That kinda skill, that's rare. And, I guess it explains this…" you run your fingers over his large biceps, giving them a quick squeeze before smoothing them over his chest.

He hums. "Yeah, only some of it, have to thank the gym for the rest."

You grin as he pushes up on an elbow, leaning his head on his hand as he traces slightly ticklish patterns over your skin as he regards you as if you're a goddess.

"And what about all this darlin'? What about you? You're somethin' special."

You shake your head but he's determined to make his feelings known to you.

"M'serious. Y'know I was totally shittin' it thinking about askin' you here, askin' you out? Was too damn scared you might not say yes."

You can't imagine Frank being scared of much, and you don't know how you could ever say no. Even before the sex.

"Well, I did say yes," you point out as you lean over to kiss him. He still tastes of you and the memory of the intimacy you'd shared is fresh in your mind. "...and I'm really glad that I did."

"Hm, well I better give the dogs their dinners," Frank muses as he strokes at your side, "and make ours too I guess..." he adds with a smile as your stomach chooses that moment to grumble loudly.

"Oh, yeah, I didn't think I was that hungry until you mentioned dinner!"

Frank grins as he pushes himself up, grabbing a couple of clean towels from the cupboard near the bed. "Alright, m'gonna clean up real quick and make us somethin'. If you wanna have a long shower while I cook you go right on ahead darlin', there's plenty of hot water."

You smile as you stretch out under his ridiculously comfortable covers, watching his gorgeous ass disappearing into the bathroom as you call after him. "I'm loving the sound of that idea!"