#and examination and just being like damn okay. but yknow! i love to turn my pain into art

[modernpygmalion]

Gave him the boot

Ended it with my fwb today bc the steady realization i have been in love with my ex best friend who i blocked and ghosted a year ago is too much for me to bear, even tho Johnathan was going to be a lot of fun bc he was into the exact same kinks as me in the exact same way and matched my freak to an eerie degree

So im gonna just kinda settle into maybe becoming one of those professional yeaners who still pine over their homoerotic object of affection like 70 years later. Wish me luck, I might become a published poet in like 5 years if i can channel whatever this is constructively!

[mimasroom2]

Hot tub time ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Ellie x reader modern au/slice of life

I have a hot tub but we need to get it fixed. I’m literally so eager so I wrote this LMAO. I LOVE SLICE OF LIFE ELLIE X READER SM!! Expect a bunch more, I have so many ideas written down😚 Im so sappy grrrr,,, I already wrote kinky ass sex so here’s soft sex for u guys😋

C/w: smut lol. Ellie + reader have their own house YAHOO! A bit of fluff in this one >•<. Au but Joel is still dead 😞. He’s mentioned like once. Cunnilingus😝 (r! Receiving) I feel so awkward using y/n like seriously and unironically ahhhh.

W/c: 2.4k

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“I’m actually so fucking bored I’m gonna gouge my eyes out.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. Ellie is always so damn dramatic. You glance over and she’s pretending to pull her hair out, large fistfuls in each hand.

You playfully shove her, “Okay, shut up Ellie.” And you both laugh. It was winter, and she was right… sadly. There was nothing to do during this time of year. Well, besides stay in and cuddle. The only problem was.. you’ve already done that. You two were both off work for the holidays, and you’ve already spent the wholeeeee vacation laying in bed together, so you guessed that Ellie wanted to do something a little more active.

“Wanna play Mario kart? I think the switch is in the bedroom.” You try suggesting, absentmindedly rubbing her leg.

“Nah,” she stretches her arms out on the couch, “Somethin’ more like physical yknow. Gotta keep these pretty muscles toned.” She winks at you, and you roll your eyes.

“You’re actually such a gym rat, you should just live there at this point.” You smirk to yourself, examining your nails.

“Maybe if I did I wouldn’t constantly trip on all the shit you leave around here.” Ellie remarks back, lightly kicking you on the knee.

“Hey, I keep it pretty clean considering we both share a room, thank you very much.” You cross your arms and huff.

Ellie gasps and starts kicking you more, so you yelp and start shoving her away. Suddenly she stops, holding out both her hands. “Holy fuck, babe. Yknow what I forgot about?”

“Huh.”

“Hot tub.”

You sit up at lighting speed, “OH DAMN YOURE RIGHT!” You actually can’t believe you forgot about that thing. You try to remember the last time you even used it.. must have been last summer. The hot tub was one of things that you’re OBSESSED with at first, but then you use it one too many times and you forget about it for a couple months. And then the cycle continues.

Ellie leaps off the couch and bolts down the hall. “GET YOUR SWIMSUIT ON WE ARE GOING IN!!”

~

You come outside and see Ellie lifting up the top of the hot tub. The whole things underneath a roof outside, so there’s not much snow in the porch where you two are standing, but it’s still really cold. You look up at the sky. The sun is starting to set, it’s been a little over an hour since you two had dinner. Delicious deer soup that Ellie made from when she went hunting a couple days ago. You always said that if Ellie was stuck in a post apocalyptic world, she would survive.

You suddenly remember the cold air hitting you, breaking you out of your thoughts of your girlfriend. You shiver, and pull the robe you’re wearing tighter around your body. You glance over at Ellie still messing with the top of the hot tub. All Ellie’s wearing is her classic swimsuit: plain black top and swim shorts. Her tattoo flexes as she finally pops the top off and turns the hot tub on.

You jump up and down in your slippers, trying to move to stay warm. “Ellieeee how much longer?”

She reaches down into the water and starts poking around at the buttons and jets. “Hold your horses, y/n, I gotta check all the filters n shit. Haven’t used this in a hot minute.”

“Mmmm I know but it’s cold.” You groan in protest. You know damn well you’re being a brat, but you swear you’re not built for any weather too hot or too cold.

“Well you wanna shut up and help me? Make it go by faster..” She looks up at you and you shake your head vigorously. “Yeah thas’ what I thought.” She smirks at you.

After what felt like foreverrrrr in the cold, Ellie turns the jets on and says you can hop in. There’s steam coming off the water as it hits the cold air. You can barley wait, you’re hyping the hot tub up in your mind. It’s something that feels like a luxury to you. The only thing that can make you stop thinking about your precious hot tub is your precious Ellie. You look up at her and get butterflies, even though you two have been dating for about 2 years now. She looks soooo beautiful, just standing there, folding up the tarp from the tub. You shake your head, thinking it’s so damn stupid to be drooling over your girlfriend who’s literally just standing there, doing the most mundane possible thing.

Some snow falls on top of your head so you brush it off. It’s getting too cold for you. You lick your lips, turning around to shed your rob, you’re still slightly shy undressing in front of Ellie, even though you’re still in a swimsuit. You hang your cute pink robe up on the hook where the towels you brought out are.

Turning back around to head into the tub, you see Ellie with her back towards you, messing around with the water guns from last summer. You check her out unapologetically, looking at her ass before you snap into reality again and take your slippers off to step into the hot tub. The hot water feels like it burns your skin, compared to the cold winter air. You take a couple minutes slowly sliding more of your body deeper into the water.

Ellie turns around, with one water gun still in her hand. “Feel alright, babe? Not too hot?”

You sink in deeper, up to your neck, “Mm feels good.” And then rise up again slowly, “Come in, Els. I’m gettin’ bored in here.”

“Oh yeah?” She closes one eye and lifts up the gun, suddenly shooting a short stream of cold ass water at you. “Not so bored now, huh?” She laughs and walks closer to you.

Your jaw drops and you scream when the water hits you, “ELLIEEEEE WHAT THE FUCKKKK!”

“What?” She fakes a pout, lowering the water gun. “I told you I gotta keep these muscles in good shape, right?”

Before you can retort, she’s already getting in the hot tub. “God, shove over. I’m freezing.” She accidentally splashes you as she’s hastily getting in.

“Ellieeeee! Don’t splash me! >~<“ you whine, but she just laughs, and this time splashes you on purpose. You sigh dramatically at all her antics.

She doesn’t reply, and just sinks in deeper, and you take no shame in watching her stretch her body out. Ellie groans slightly at the hot water enveloping her body. You sigh and blink at her, watching her eyebrows furrow. She slowly leans her head back against the headrest of the hot tub. You swear she’s egging you on, because she moans softly, giving you the perfect view of her neck, which she knows is your favorite place to kiss her. Suddenly, Ellie opens her eyes and says something that breaks you out of the trance you’ve had all day, “You keep lookin’ at me. What’s goin’ on?”

You let yourself float away from her in the water ever so slightly, “Nothing. I’m not looking at you.”

“Yknow I can like,,, feel your eyes burning into my back whenever you stare at me.”

You cover your face with your hands and

face away from her. She laughs to herself. She finds it so cute you still get flustered around her even after all this time you’ve been together.

“That’s too bad because I’m reallyyyy not looking at you.”

Instead of a snarky remark back, Ellie’s abnormally silent. You slowly bring your hands down to face her again, and she’s just looking at you with this look in her eyes. You think it’s somewhere in between concern and contemplation. “You trust me, right?” She says softly, after a few moments. You’re surprised, this is probably the quietest Ellie’s ever been with you.

“Of course I do. What’s wrong, Ellie?” Her tone is completely different than what you’re used to. This only happens on the rare occasion you guys have a disagreement. Or when you talk about something serious.

“Jus’ don’t want you thinking I’m gonna leave you.” She says, almost ashamed. She’s fidgeting with her fingers like how she always does, and avoiding your gaze.

You laugh softly. “Were you….. going to?” You can feel your heart rate speeding up.

Ellie’s eyes widen, “No. no no no.” She sighs, slowly, taking a few moments to collect her thoughts. “I get scared thinking about the future.” She mutters.

You look up at her. You knew Ellie gets scared. Of course she does. When she told you about Joel dying on what, your second date, you knew she’s not as… sturdy.. as she pretends to be sometimes. But that was in the past, and to hear Ellie admit she is worried about her own life ahead of her.. honestly made you surprised.

“Like.. I just want you to know that I’m always gonna be here for you.” She looks so concerned, like she might cry if you guys talk about this for any longer. She’s still looking down, trying to make herself smaller.

“Oh, Ellie.” You raise your hand up and softly tilt her chin to look at you. “I know. Okay? And nothing bad is gonna happen to you. Or me. Or us.”

She looks into your eyes for a second, before she gently tucks your hair behind your ear, leans in, and kisses you.

The kiss is as soft as she’s been talking - all emotion and thought as her lips move slowly against yours. She puts her hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. You sigh into the kiss. She was so tender with you right now. You were so used to fervent and desperate make out sessions with her. Not that that was bad, at all, but you didn’t realize how nice of a change this was until it was happening. You grab her waist, pulling her in closer to you. All of her is so soft and warm against you: her lips, tattooed arm, thighs.. and not just because you two were in the hot tub.

She pulls away to look at you, and you want to melt from the look on her face. She looks like she’s actually in heaven.

“I really love you.”

You smile softly at her, tracing over her tattoo lightly with your finger. “I love you too.” You pull her back into a kiss. After a couple more minutes, she’s more intent with her movements, like how she usually is. She’s not afraid to run her hands over your thighs and squeeze you nipple under your swimsuit.

You gasp at the sudden contact, and moan a little into her mouth.

She pulls away, “Cmon, baby. Need more of that.” and kisses you again, almost immediately licking your bottom lip, asking for entrance. She’s not as soft anymore, back to her usual self wanting to make you moan in pleasure as she works your body. You don’t even try fighting for dominance, just letting her tongue dance around yours as she pleases.

“Ellie…” is all you have to say, and she understands, shifting her position to let you have more of her. You want to press yourself down onto her, and please you both at the same time. You lift your legs up, trying to hook them around her, but you start floating away in the water. You’re not even going fast, it’s so comical how slow the jets are pushing you. You snort and reach out to grab Ellie’s hand.

“Ohmygod!” Ellie starts laughing and she grabs your hand, “Can’t exactly scissor in the water, I guess.” You blush and scoff at how forward she can be.

“Cmere. Let’s get ya propped up.”

You untie the knots on you bikini bottoms to take them off, tossing them somewhere you’ll pick up later. She grabs your hand and gently guides you to sit on the edge of the hot tub, on one of the corners so you don’t lean back and fall off. She brings your arm down to her face, and kisses you on the back of the hand. You smile and giggle. You swear you feel like a little girl again. You’re a princess and Ellie is your prince. You glance up at the sky - the sun is setting. An array of orange and pinks.

Ellie’s below you, turning down the jets of the tub a little, and getting into her favorite position: right between your thighs. You really couldn’t ask for a more perfect fantasy if you tried.

“This okay?” She asks, lightly rubbing your thigh with her thumb.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “please, Ellie.”

From where she is, you’re practically a goddess towering above her. You feel powerful and confident, and fucking desperate, wanting Ellie to just devour you already.

Ellie only hums in response before kissing your clit. You gasp sharply, you swear no matter how many times she eats you out you could never get used to the heavenly feeling. Her tongue starts lapping you up, and you moan loudly. You silently thank the neighbors for never being outside late during the winter, and that the hot tub is reasonably private, so no one can see you.

Maybe it’s just the cold frigid night air in comparison to Ellie’s warm, wet mouth, but you swear this is some of the best head she’s ever given you. Ellie never stopped licking and kissing at your clit - eventually she didn’t know if you were shaking from the sex or shivering because of the cold, but either way, she could tell from the volume of your moans that you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Mmmmmm- gonna cum soon..”

Ellie just nods, her face still buried into you. You can feel her cute little nose bumping up against you, and both her hands are up on your knees, spreading your thighs open for her.

She knows you’re close when you start whimpering and gasping for air.

“Ohmygod ohmygod Ellie,, fuck- you’re gonna make me cum..”

As soon as you warn her you’re throwing your head back, and your hips snap up as your orgasm takes over you. She keeps licking you clean until your breathing slows and you let yourself sink back down into the hot water.

You can’t even think of anything to say, so you grab Ellie’s arm and wrap it around you, as a way to ask her to cuddle you.

“Always such a cuddle bug after you cum..” Ellie mutters, mostly to herself, as she rests her head on yours.

You just chuckle and look up into the sky as the sun finally sets. You sigh in and out the cold winter air. Ellie kisses the top of your head, whispering one more ‘I love you’ as she pulls you closer into her arms.

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[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTER LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 6

another saturday, another series of me screaming. not much of an intro up here just a plunge straight tino desert bullfuckery. here we GO-

Then the mass at the core of them took shape, practically glowing from inside like a coal in a burner. Glynda recognized the patterns of gold surging with Aura along Cinder’s dress, the long strides which carried her over the molten remains of the stone spire.

we’re opening with this quote because i feel like i never did express how absolutely God Damn Sexy cinder is in this chapter. there is something VERY attractive abt having someone become SO POWERFUL they are completely overwhelming. this is going from a candle to a blowtorch. i’m very into it. i don’t think i ever said that before BUT HERE WE ARE.

im pretty sure this is their first real desert encounter but i wonder if glynda would have noticed any marginal increases to cinder’s fire bullshit if she hadn’t been so focused on the hunt..... but no glynda needs to whapped in her face with a wet fish before she notices JACK SHIT,

glynda yr EYES,

Even the slightest graze against her Aura invoked flash sweats, the heat of the desert paling in comparison.

i get that shit from sitting in a 24C bedroom i would be DEAD BY NOW,

i wonder how fire like this feels to cinder... ive written weiss as being immune to cold before (which is hilarious when she’s trying to articulate how cold something is to someone who actually, yknow, feels it) and im like... is cinder like ‘well this is toasty warm’... cinder whats yr body temp.... hello..........................

honestly i just wanna know, as someone who hates heat, what its like, to not hate it,

Too much, if she was being honest, but staying here meant death, and death meant failure.

my favourite character trope is people who think failure > death, and honestly it makes me think of hermione when shes like... we could get killed, or worse, expelled. im just rly enjoyin this HYPERFOCUSED GLYNDA OKAY.............. shes just so 👌 and also a moron,

“It must be the heat.”

/distantly: ‘its cause yr so hot,’

Yet for all that Cinder must have known what rushed at her back, she didn’t waver, her eyes set on Glynda, never straying.

:3c

i mean lets be real you’ll have read to the end of this chapter before reading my blathering like a total Foole so like... consider how terrifying it must be to have yr rival ignoring the danger (because she has nothing to fear) just to focus on u. so powerful! u’d shit yrself! there’s nothing in the WORLD to draw her attention from u..... Oh No,

glynda Yet again refuses to fear Anything do u kno how many times this stupid lesbian ends up in trouble because of this??? Too Many is the answer. too.... fuckign many.

Glynda was as vulnerable as a rabbit in a snare.

velvet scarlatina is en route to break yr bones,

A jolt of terrible recognition shot down her spine at the sight of Cinder Fall silhouetted against the sunlight filtering in, her dress billowing around her as her flame construct faded into nothing behind her.

i stan this Aesthetiq Bitch!!!!! like HONESTLY she stood there, waited for glynda to fuckin look up, posing, silhouetted, the billowing wind.... darth vader who? only one bitch has the pizzazz, the willpower, the flawless Look(tm), and its cinder.

It was like looking into a mirror and trying to parse the empty gaze staring back at her.

oh bitch what a good line THATS A GOOD LINE WHAT THE HELL

oh no like. thats really good, actually, like, oh no. THATS. MMMMMMM-

He would have to take her destroyed body back to Beacon, for she could never return to the only home she’d ever known by her own feet again.

WAS THIS WHOLE BIT NECESSARY??????????????? AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

god thats. Rough. like i love the whole desert arc bit thing because it is Full Of gifts but also. it takes away so much.

Cinder’s toes curled against the stone. “Leave.”

FINALLY WE’RE HERE!!!! THE JUICY BIT BEGINS,

honestly the references to cinder’s sigils are. very good. she is Hot and i would like cinder to step on me, and also kill me maybe,

Cinder stood silent and still as a queen, watching her soldiers lower their heads as they passed her by.

i was threatened and the threat came to PASS, WHAT THE FUCK,

god cinder is SO GOOD IN THIS REMASTER shes powerful, sexey, a small gay loser....................... i am Lovin It and im EATIN HER UP...... but srsly tho the thirst,

there ARE still a bunch of 👈😎👈 moments but we finally had one of the bigger juicy bits drop (AND WE HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN ALL OF THE JUICE YET..... CHUG CHUG BABEY) so its Fine and also-

Alerted by some miniscule sound, Cinder’s head turned, eyes gleaming like an animal’s by night.

THE GLOWY EYES HAVE COME TO PASS THIS CHAPTER GIVES SO MUCH oh my god i have been waiting on the glowy eyes for. Years. i am 97 years old,

Instead, Cinder examined Glynda closely before crouching carefully before her, one knee pressed into the ground.

‘will u marry me’ ‘wh-’ ‘im attracted to idiots and i gotta say u have maybe 2 braincells going for u rn,’

“The great Glynda Goodwitch, on her knees before the enemy.” Cinder said, thumb smoothing an errant tangle of blonde hair out of Glynda’s eyes. “Do you understand what I could do to you?”

im losing my FUCKIGN MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is. god. u kno in films where the bad guy flirts relentlessly in a position of power.... well i never cared for it because it was almost always hetero but as it turns out, like most things, when its gay i am HERE 4 IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Red-hot and foreign, it was entirely unlike any other Aura Glynda had ever felt. In her years, Glynda had encountered hundreds of people and their Auras—but this was something dark and feral, wine-red and ichor-black, shooting scalding and angry through Glynda’s own body. A steady flow of blood or a seep of decay; Cinder’s Aura was so wild it barely felt human at all.

did i say i wouldnt 👈😎👈? jk i lied

👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈😎👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈

honestly? diesel n kc can. die,,

god why is this scene SO...... WHY ARE THEY NOT KISSING YET, IS THE THING, IS THE QUESTION, I HAVE TO ASK-- like seriously this scene became. 3x more queer than it was before. are yall seeing this shit????????????

Just who was Cinder Fall?

YR FUTURE GF AND WIFE WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE GLYNDA,

okay so. okay. did i mention i love the desert arc? because i DO and i continue to LOVE IT and i cannot wait for the bullshit that was chapter 7 now chapter 9??? did i get that right i probably didnt. BUT STILL,

anyway this chapter was powerful and gay and i loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CINDER, U SEXY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[blackthornass]

@axoioti here's the murder thing! Sorry it's long I'm on mobile I can't readmore ~ So what you've got to understand is that Peter dated Lukle in high school, but was kind of a prick to her, so they broke up and Lukle started going out with Giselle and they lived happily ever after. Instead of moving the fuck on with his life, Peter stayed bitter towards Lukle and especially towards Giselle for "stealing away his one true love". Also, Peter fuckin loathes criminals because his mom is a shoplifter and his dad has drug deals and ~tragic backstory~ and honestly wants anyone who breaks The Law UFCKING DEAD ™. So like. Course of action is to become a prosecutor because if you're evil and hate criminals if you live in the Ace Attorney universe. Guess who's a defense attorney. Giselle DeLite. Guess who Peter has a personal grudge with a la Godot. Giselle DeLite. Guess who are courtroom rivals. Peter Lockwood and Giselle DeLite. Guess who Giselle's courtroom assistant and investigation partner and fiancée is. (Detective) Lukle Atmey. Everything is fucked. Desirée loves Giselle and she loves Lukle and she stays caught up with their cases. She hears about how Peter is an amoral DICK. She straight up calls him and tells him off and kind of harasses him and makes his life hell becayse, yknow, she's an empty nester with nothing else to do. Peter starts to HATE her and wish he could get her out of his life. Then he realizes how important Desirée is to both Giselle and Lukle and how devastated they'd be if something happened to her. He also thinks about how he could get revenge on both Lukle and Giselle for their "misdeeds". Peter has an idea. So Peter overhears Desirée talking to Lukle after a case, like "hey, want to go on a late night motorcycle run with me?" The two discuss how Desirée'll pick up Lukle and they'll speed through the middle of nowhere in a specific forest because It's More Dangerous On Dirt Roads. Peter is thrilled. Lukle and Des are both wearing Biking Gloves ™ and so is Peter. Everything is perfect. Peter even goes so far as to go out and plant a perfectly placed rock in the road that would absolutely cause an accident whether Des hits it or swerves to avoid it. So anyway, Lukle and Des are on their motorcycle run, having a good time, and then The Rock happens. Both Des and Lukle fall and crash and Lukle is wearing a helmet so she falls and is knocked out, a little bruised, but otherwise fine. She just barely avoids the Bad Burny Part of the crash. Desirée is not wearing a helmet. Peter's been sitting nearby like a fucking owl for the past 3 hours and is fuckin ready to do this man. Desirée is very badly injured and losing consciousness and blood pretty damn quickly. She's bleeding and has a few broken bones and is in no condition to run or go anywhere. Peter is a stabby maniac who finishes off the job via literally going for the jugular. Desirée's thoughts as she's dying are, at first, "at least I got to go out doing what I loved". She assumes she won't be able to get medical help so far from civilization. Then Peter comes and knives her and she's thrown back to being held at knifepoint by the robbers. She uses the last of her strength to try to yell "Ronnie...", half stupidly hoping he comes to save her again, half sadly realizing that she's going to have to leave him. She can't finish before her throat is slit. Peter leaves quietly, but stays in the area When Lukle comes to, she's freaking out and really can't handle this. She's dealt with dead bodies and shit before, she's a goddamn detective and defense attorney's assistant, but this is her future mother-in-law. Desirée and Lukle have been very close for 15 years, and seeing her mangled and dead is sure something else. She picks up the knife and examines it, runs it over the huge gash in Desirée's neck… ...which is the exact moment Peter takes a picture, and turns Lukle in. He's with a member of the police, his own detective (probably a Gumbyrde kid). Peter officially reports the case, and Lukle is arrested for suspected murder. Needless to say, this is awful for Giselle to wake up to. Ron is in a state of grief, and is Absolutely Useless and Depressed for a very long time. Giselle has no time to mourn at the moment. She still is, obviously, and struggles to keep her cool, but her goddamn fiancée was arrested for murder! She has to defend her, because Conflict of Interest is fake. There's a big crying "Giselle everyone thinks I'm a murderer, just like Father!" "It's okay Lukle I love you I'm fighting for you!" scene in the detention center. Here's the problem. Lukle is Giselle's main Investigation Buddy. She goes to crime scenes and spots things Giselle misses and offers fresh insight and pretty much ghostwrites most of Giselle's case. Giselle's just good at delivering it and thinking of counterpoints on the fly. They're two halves of a whole. Giselle is still a pretty damn good lawyer, but she needs to be the absolute best because Lukle is facing death penalty, and she isn't losing any more loved ones. So she's at home, trying to work up the courage to go to the crime scene but actually sobbing and panicking, when the doorbell rings, and Luke Atmey shows up. Giselle HATES Luke, and Luke hates Giselle. She is pissed that he's here. What could he want from her! Everything is already shit! She doesn't need him! But Luke raises a good point. "My dear sweet Daffodil is an Ace Detective, is she not? And that's why you are so successful, you remove the prosecution's unfair advantage? And without her guidance, you are lost. Luckily for you, I, Luke Atmey, may be technically retired, but an Ace Detective continues to be so even when enjoying a life of leisure, and I could spring back to service at your beck and call." Giselle doesn't want to do this. Luke hates Desirée and it feels wrong. But she can't deny that Luke fills Lukle's role enough to work, and she sort of needs that. She asks why Luke would do this, considering he hates her and Desirée. "I've gone through prison as well as framed someone for the very serious charge of murder. Lukle does not deserve an ounce of it. Her life is on the line, and I, her father, would do anything to protect her. Surely you understand." And Giselle does. She'll get Lukle off the hook and bring her mother's killer to justice, she's sure of it. ...there's more involving the case but this is getting long as is and i don't feel like writing a straight up fic I'll add more later probably and turn this into like a real piece of writing that's longer at some point maybe

[borntobewinterbyjessieb]

Rogue

I was packing my things and as usual I found that I couldn't find my locket. So I knew exactly who to turn to. I went out of my room and slammed my sister's door open.

"Where is my locket Iris?" I said frustrated.

"Why are you asking me?" She feigned innocence.

"Come on Iris I'm not playing!" I growled.

"Why do you want it so bad?" Iris said.

"Cuz it's my property and it belongs to me! I want it NOW!"

"Well you can't have it now!" She mocked me.

Suddenly I felt my anger get the best of me and I began to shift. I snarled at her.

"Eeek! Fine fine! Here take your damn locket!" She shrieked and three it at me. I had to hurry up and shift back to catch it before it hit the floor. I sighed in relief. "You know I should tell mom what you're doing..."

"Yeah well why aren't you running to her now?!" I snapped. Then I sighed and looked down. "Look, I'm sorry. I- I just don't know h-h- how to cope with this. I've never felt anything like this b-be-before!" I wasn't usually one for crying and putting my emotions on display. But I broke down right there.

And in a flash Iris is right by my side holding me close to her.

"It's alright, I understand that this is a first for you. You usually know what your doing and you never really had to rely on anyone other than us. I can understand mother's reasons but...." she sighed and put her hands on my shoulder and pulled me from her grasp so I was facing her. She smiled lightly, "but you cast a shadow and it's not every day you find out that your shadow is right around the corner."

Iris hands me a backpack already full of everything I could possibly need. "Go get him tiger. Oh and tell the blondie I said hi." She giggles.

"You're the best little sis anyone could ever ask for! Yknow that?" I said and hugged her tight. "See you on the other side sis. Love you!" I said jumping out the window and landing on my feet quietly. I peaked through the window of the living room and saw the coast was clear. I began running, not looking back.

         3 Days later

I was walking along a forest near Washington, District of Columbia. I went to the one person I knew would help me and the one person I could trust. Herman Morague. He was the one person who knew my secret. He is an ex-missionary and loving the life he was living now with his wife. His wife, Laurie Turner-Morague, had to get used to the idea of "my other side" as she likes to call it. It's been quite some time sense I've last seen them.

-8 hours later-

I arrived at the disclosed location of where they lived.

I walked up their pathway to their home. They lived remotely in the woods away from prying eyes. I knocked on their door. Waiting for a response. None came.

I tried to open the door it was locked. I went around back and tried the back door.

It was unlocked and looked like someone had forced their way in. I turned the door knob, opened the door and stepped in carefully.

Taking in my surroundings, I looked for any evidence of a struggle. But nothing. The house looked completely untouched. And it was strangely quiet... Too quiet.. I walked across the living room to examine the dining table. Where there sat two bowls of unfinished food. I put the dishes in the sink. And went back to examine the table.

Again no marks of struggle or blood or anything seemingly incriminating. I walked through the archway into the kitchen

Again nothing signaling anything out of the ordinary. I began feeling uneasy and worried about the two known inhabitants of the house. I walked to another room for R&R.

Again nothing. I lead about to turn around again when something caught from the corner of my eye. The computer screen had a tab open but it was on the home screen.

I clicked on the browser tab to see an encrypted message. I quickly decided it and the end result cane up as.

"Gone to lake Laveiere." ~ The Moragues.

Laveiere.... ah the one I used to go to when I needed time alone! But why would they go there, and why are they hiding?

-A Couple Hours Later-

I arrived at the lake and saw a young man sitting under a tree. I shifted into my wolf form. And made my way towards him.

He looked up from his book and looked at me. It was then that I saw his face.

I shifted back into my regular form.

"Hello Brother. What are you doing here?"

"Ah a man can't visit his favorite humans?" Nathaniel asked.

"Sure you can, but you never visit someone unless you need or want something. After all you ARE a lone wolf." I said.

"Oh really and what are you? I don't see the pack anywhere with you." He replied.

"Well I....I..." I broke down once again.

My brothers facial features softened and he embraced me in a gentle hug.

"Shh. Shh... it's okay, just tell me when your ready." He whispered in my ear whilst stroking my hair.

"I hate it. I HATE THIS. I hate being so vulnerable." I cried.

"I know, I know. It's the wolf in you." He said. He then released me from his embrace when he felt my breath even out.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"They told you I was coming didn't they?"

Nathan sighed. "Yeah, they did. I knew if you were coming here, something had to be wrong."

I laughed a heart wrenching laugh.

"Now what is it? What has my warrior of a sister so downtrodden?" He tilted my chin up with his hand.

"I'll just get to the point. I cast a shadow..." I looked him in the eyes.

"That's gre-" he started .

"On a human. One who is going to war soon." I looked down, afraid of the look of disappointment that would no doubt be upon his face.

"Oh shit." His smile dropped.

"No filter still? Never think my brother has changed when it comes to his language!" I laughed genuinely.

"Well you know me." He grinned.

"Yes, yes I do." I sighed.

"Come with me. Just you and me. Living together, running away from the pack, laughing at those who stand in our way. Let me help you sister. I myself shall cast a spell. For you. You will be with your shadow." He said holding out his hand for me to take it.

"I... I will." I took his hand.

And at that we shifted to our wolf form and howled telling the world, we will not be put down. Nothing can nor will stop us.

'Brother, thank you.'

'Your welcome, sister dearest.'

And at that we howled once more and ran of in the dim moonlight of the night.