#and so the hunter fell in love with the wolf

[aventurineswife]

Kafka, Silver Wolf, Blade and Jingliu with Reader who cooks as bad as Yor Forger? 🤣 (Could be platonic or romantic, whatever floats your boat.)

Like Reader’s cooking is so bad it makes the actual in-game food item Sugarball Fried Viscorpi look normal in comparison, and even the most hardened criminal would balk and flee the moment Reader lifts the plate cover. A cycrane could be passing overhead and as soon as it catches a whiff, it just drops dead to ground with smoke rising from it. A devout follower of Lan might start praying to Yaoshi for a strong enough stomach to survive a bite, maybe a few bites if luck is on their side. That’s how bad Reader’s cooking is. It should be impossible for one person to be so terrible at cooking, yet Reader pulls it off without even meaning to, with desperate attempts to avoid it being terrible.

I just think it’s funny for characters that are meant to be super serious or “tough/cool” have that exterior suddenly shatter/freeze up when faced with something that is so awful and yet very much mundane. 😂

“When Love Cooks... but the Kitchen Revolts” | Part 1

Tags: Kafka x Reader, Silver Wolf x Reader, Blade x Reader, Jingliu x Reader, Humor, Fluff, Cooking Disaster, Slice of Life, Mild Chaos, Romantic Undertones but can be read Platonically, Lighthearted, Crack Fic.

Warnings: Slightly chaotic food descriptions, humor involving exaggerated reactions to food (no real harm intended), mentions of inedible meals.

A/N: was laughing when reading this req🤭, don't let this reader meet Solomon and Raphael 💀

[Part 2]

Kafka was rarely fazed. A Stellaron Hunter who could manipulate the minds of the toughest soldiers and bring entire armies to their knees with her charm and cunning—what could truly unsettle someone like her?

Apparently, your cooking.

“I appreciate the effort, darling,” Kafka purred, her tone masking the visible hesitation in her movements. Her hair fell over one shoulder as she peered down at the steaming… dish? It was hard to describe what lay before her, even for someone as eloquent as Kafka. The consistency was gelatinous, the smell pungent enough to make the station's security drones glitch and crash into a nearby wall.

You watched nervously as she poked the food with her fork. It wobbled menacingly.

“I followed the recipe to the letter this time!” you exclaimed, your hands wringing a dishcloth. “I even double-checked the measurements.”

Kafka gave you a patient smile, though there was a flicker of genuine fear in her eyes. She tentatively lifted the fork to her lips, her composure rivaling that of a woman walking into certain death.

The taste hit her like a warpstorm.

The fork clattered to her plate, and for the first time, you saw Kafka’s facade crack. Her lips twitched as she forced a smile that was as strained as the vocal chords of a cycrane caught mid-squawk. A bead of sweat slid down her temple.

“Exquisite,” she said, voice a touch too high. “Truly a flavor I’ve never experienced before.”

Outside the window, a passing cycrane plummeted from the sky, smoke trailing from its feathers. You gasped, and Kafka seized the opportunity.

“Darling,” she said, standing abruptly and pulling you close to her side, “why don’t we step outside? Some fresh air might do us good.”

“But you haven’t even finished—”

“No need!” she interrupted quickly, her polished calm returning. “I’m already full. Full of… new memories.”

As the two of you stepped outside, the dish quietly bubbled on the table, sending faint tremors through the floor.

Silver Wolf was sprawled across your couch, console in hand, her fingers flying over the buttons as she annihilated yet another level. She barely glanced up when you called her to the table.

“Hold up, just one more boss fight!” she said, her voice dripping with casual confidence.

“Silver Wolf, it’s going to get cold!” you called back, proud of your latest attempt at dinner.

With a dramatic sigh, she finally paused her game and wandered over. “Alright, alright. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

She froze mid-step when she saw the plate. Her usual smirk faltered, replaced by wide-eyed disbelief. The dish in front of her looked… pixelated. Somehow, you had cooked something that appeared to have graphical glitches. A faint buzzing sound emanated from it, and a small spark leapt from one corner of the plate.

“Uh…” she began, stepping back cautiously. “Did you… download this food? Is this some kind of DLC?”

“No, it’s homemade! I swear, I followed all the steps this time.”

Silver Wolf adjusted her purple glasses, leaning in like she was analyzing enemy data. “It’s moving...” she whispered.

“It’s probably just steam.”

“It has a health bar...” she countered, pointing at the faint glowing bar hovering above the plate.

You crossed your arms. “Don’t be dramatic.”

Before she could respond, a stray kitchen cycrane beeped as it flew overhead, caught a whiff of the food, and promptly crashed through the window. Silver Wolf stared at the wreckage, then back at you.

“…Yeah, I’m ordering pizza.”

Blade had faced mara, untold pain, and the horrors of his immortal existence. Nothing could break him—or so he thought.

“Dinner is ready!” you called cheerfully, setting a plate in front of him. He glanced at it, his eyes narrowing slightly. The dish emitted a faint purple mist, and there was a distinct hiss as it touched the table.

“Is it… safe?” he asked, his tone flat.

“Of course! I made sure it was cooked all the way through this time.” you said, smiling.

Blade lifted his fork, gripping it with the same resolve he used to wield his broken sword. He took a small bite, and for a brief moment, you thought he’d handle it.

But then his usually impassive face twisted. His mouth opened as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he slowly placed the fork down and stared at you.

“This… is a weapon.” he said finally.

You frowned. “You don’t like it?”

He shook his head. “No, I mean it’s literally a weapon. Whatever this is… it could end battles. Entire wars.”

Outside, a devout follower of Lan walking by your home dropped to their knees and began praying fervently. Blade sighed, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Next time, let me cook.”

[Header credits]

Jingliu was a woman of discipline and focus. Even as she descended into the madness of mara, she maintained an iron grip on her composure. That composure was now being tested.

She stared at the dish before her, her eyes narrowing. “This… is your cooking?”

“Yes!” you said, grinning nervously. “I thought you might enjoy something homemade for a change.”

Jingliu reached for her chopsticks, her movements slow and deliberate. The air around her grew colder as if her body instinctively activated her Path of the Destruction abilities in self-defense. She picked up a piece of… something. It sizzled ominously in the open air.

“Perhaps…” she murmured, her voice low, “this is a test of endurance.”

She took a bite. The room fell silent.

Moments later, a faint cracking sound echoed through the house. You realized it was the sound of her chopsticks shattering under the force of her grip. Her usually calm expression flickered, a subtle twitch betraying her inner turmoil.

“It is… unique,” she said, her voice tight. “You have… a talent.”

Before you could respond, a faint thud came from outside. Looking out the window, you saw a stray cycrane lying on the ground, wisps of smoke curling from its beak.

Jingliu stood abruptly. “I must meditate on this experience. Alone.”

As she disappeared into the night, you sighed, looking at the uneaten plate. “Maybe I should take a cooking class.”

[haven-argent]

Stiles Stilinski, Haven Argent, and Scott McCall - And so the Hunter fell in love with the Wolf

[snazzi-strawberri-artz]

AUGHH CLASS ASSIGNMENT YIPPEEE!!! Had to make cut out silhouette designs for 3 of our characters!!!

[lollytea]

I love Waffles she's so silly looking. But GOD I do mourn the wolf palisman era he could have had a ouppy 🥺

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Kafka

[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi!! I really love your writting🥰 i would like to request for the self-aware au, Reader hiding behind them after being chased by some particularly pushy NPCs with Rook, Trey, and Jack please❤️

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder, description of violence, blood, obsession, stalking

Trey Clover/Jack Howl/Rook Hunt-Hiding behind them

Ah, what a nice day. In fact, it is perfect for trying out that recipe with that dough that needed to rest for a while

Or rather, that was his plan for the day until he suddenly heard two pairs of footsteps rushing into the dorm kitchen

And no, it was not the kind of footsteps that spoke of joy like the ones of his siblings did. from time to time, it sounded panicked

Just a second later you entered the kitchen with an octavinelle student, the latter one trying to catch up to you

Before the baker could figure out what was going on, you were suddenly behind him, using his body as a shield

Oh… oh!

Was this guy harassing you?

How dare he? How dare-

Deep breaths. Very deep breaths - would be something he would have said to himself if he wasn't this angry

By some miracle, he was able to hold himself together

He was this close to loose his reputation as "that nice hat wearing baker"

A strict look towards the student and you were finally alone with him

For you the whole thing was over but for that student?

Suddenly the poor lad fell ill, claiming that he had stomach problems

Heck, he couldn't even keep his food down

Such a shame... Trey surely hoped he would survive

Who else could he secretly gift those cakes? You? Oh no... It's just that he experiments with some new recipes...

Ignore that bottle in the cupboard

Jack is someone who keeps his friends very close and is not afraid to stand up for them

Only that he saw you as someone more precious than a friend

So when he saw you running away from a student and slipping behind him he saw the world just a tiny bit tinted red

The young wolf beastman isn't someone who uses violence just because he can do or feel like using it

(Honestly, at this point he is more like your little dog than some fearsome wolf)

Just because he didn't turn the student into very biological and mushy fertiliser for the flowers then and there doesn't mean he was calm though

Grabbing the not so nice company of yours, he told you to not worry and leave your little problem to him

Ah yes, Jack Howl, that kind acquaintance of yours

How nice of him

But you know, there are also tales about wolves acting as if they are kind just to devour you

Of course Jack didn't do that

Does not mean that things went as peaceful as you thought they did after you left

Jack usually keeps his instincts under control but on that evening he had to cut his nails very short and scrub his hands

Anyone would be horrified after the sensation of calcium breaking under their hand, splintering like old, dried out wood under a saw

He should feel guilty but... it was hard to do so

Which brings us back to a sink being used by a certain beastman

Geez, some things are so hard to get off of skin once it dries, wouldn't you agree?

First of all, it's a wonder the hunter wasn't watching you from a tree (or something like that... who knew bushes could walk in this world)

If he had he would have immediately revealed himself by slithering in between you and that oh so foolish first year

But alas, apparently a miracle happened and this time it was you seeking out him

When Rook heart the certain sound of your shoes hitting the ground he was swivelling around, a poem about his devotion towards you already on his tongue...

And them you hid behind his arm curtains (you know, their dorm uniforms sleves)

Did hiw beloved Overseer, perfection and liberatir in person finally choose him as their most favorite- no? Ok that's cool too

If this was any other situation he would have started a speech in his wannabe French, stating how short he was by your rejection

But right now he had to deal with your little stalker (don't try to act all innocent, Rook, you did the same many more times than they ever could without being noticed)

Trying to calm you down the hunter brought you to Pomfiore

And nothing weir happened

No I am not joking, Rook was his usual normal self (if we want to call at best flirtatious remarks and at worst frantic devoted ramblings normal)

From then on you were much closer to the hunter

Especially after a body was found

And oh, how grateful Rook was for not having the time to get rid of the body on that day

Of course, he had noticed how ce fou followed you two to the dorm

How trusting you were when he told you that he wanted to get you two something to drink...

And there the parasite still was, lingering around the entrance of his dorm

The only regret Rook had was finishing his job so quickly

It was always such a bore whenever his prey wouldn't squirm

Well, at least you were now close to him

Just be careful, the hunter was also back then the one bringing her highness a false heart. Who knows how much he would lie to get you all to himself?

Uh and… maybe don't open that box he has in his room in a cooler. He told you he keeps some sort of trophy in there and I think that is all we need to know

[earthtooz]

x : AVOIDANCE :*+ﾟ

in which: falling for blade was not on your agenda, so naturally you decide to distance yourself. however, the last thing you'd predicted was blade being upset with the sudden space.

warnings: 2.3k wc, FLUFF, ooc!blade probably bc i'm still trying to figure it out, kafka meddles with the two of you, gn!stellaron hunter!reader who has a past lol, NOT PROOFREAD, idiots in love bc i love that trope, bad writing

a/n: thank you to the anon who gave me this idea :D much appreciated, i had a lot of fun with this one when my angstier fics were draining me af. i hope you enjoy, apologies if it's a little low quality, but it's my child <3

when you first joined the team of stellaron hunters, you didn’t expect to get much out of it, especially since the team looked so cold, calculating, mischievous, and unforgiving, greeting you with vicious smiles and muddy eyes. preemptively, you assumed the most you would receive is acquaintanceship.

however, time has proven you wrong, because on the contrary, you have found comfort, friendship, and stability in the form of this mismatched group.

you never expected to find love either.

but you did, and it might be the worst decision your heart has ever made.

“y/n, there you are. kafka and i are thinking about going out to lunch. want to join?” silver wolf’s voice interrupts your train of thought, disrupting your peace in your private spot amongst the gardens.

“oh, hi silver wolf,” you murmur, shutting your book after shoving in a bookmark. “who else is going?”

“kafka asked blade and he agreed.”

the genius hacker doesn’t notice the way you tense upon hearing a certain swordman’s name. instead, you play it cool by opening up your book again, scanning the pages in hopes of ignoring the racing of your heart.

“i think i’ll pass on this one. thank you though,” you mutter.

“really?” the silver-haired asks, popping her gum before shrugging. “whatever you say. i’m off!”

“bye!”

hearing her footsteps fade, you slump in your seat, your memories with blade hauntingly eminent in your mind. you don’t recall when you fell for him, or why exactly, all you have in your recollection is a series of moments that you look back fondly upon with a full heart, love slowly seeping in to you and causing your affections to grow to the size that they reside at now.

when you had realised, the love had already grown too big to deflate, and dejection struck moments after; a big bang of butterflies in your stomach that all disintegrated straight after.

how brutal- perhaps this was an indication that blade was rubbing off on you too much, and you need to cleanse yourself of his influence.

love, although fickle, was not something that you avidly rejected. despite having lived like a hunted deer, your experiences have been fleeting, building your delicate heart for a life of meeting, falling, then leaving when you least wanted to, needing to run before an arrow pierced you- and certainly not cupid’s one. 

but with blade, everything is different. there is no arrow to run from, not in the life that elio has foreseen for you. for the first time in your life, you can stop running away and try fall into the arms of love with little remorse.

it's just ironic that you fall into the arms of a man who should not be touched.

“y/n’s not coming with us today,” silver wolf reports after meeting up with the other two stellaron hunters.

“oh?” kafka hums, “usually y/n’s always willing to hangout, why’s that?”

���busy or something, i don’t know, i didn’t care to ask.”

the slight scrunch of displeasure in blade’s expression passes by the keen eyes of both kafka and silver wolf. if either of them had noticed then perhaps it would have been a topic of interest, but for the time being, the pair move on (faster than the third member), your unusual absence dismissed in favour of where to get food.

as the days turn into nights and elio issues more missions and mumbles more futures, blade feels as though he sees you less and less.

it’s not intuition more than it is you purposefully ignoring and evading blade in your everyday, though.

“good morning,” kafka’s voice greets when she walks in to the cafeteria, where you were eating breakfast alone. setting down your phone, you regard her with a mouth full of bread. “gross. at least swallow first.”

“screw off,” you murmur. “how did you sleep?”

“fine fine, i woke up in the wrong position though and my neck is killing me, but what about you? seems like you’ve been up a while.”

“i’ve been up since asscrack of dawn.” 

the purple-haired regards you with amusement. “why’s that?”

“body clock or whatever,” you lie, staring down at your glass of water.

“i see,” kafka hums half-heartedly, as if seeing right through you. “well, i’m going to get some coffee, i’ll be right back.”

“mk.”

you’re left on your own for only a few minutes, waiting patiently in silence for kafka to return. the morning is cool and pleasant, and the smell of rain is still heavy in the air as the morning dew lightens the atmosphere. the weather will surely get hotter as the day matures, but for now, you enjoy the gentle caress of sunlight on your back.

or rather- you were enjoying the gentle caress of the sun, but the methodicalness of it all is ruined when you spot a certain figure with dark, long hair beside kafka.

suddenly the last thing you know is peace and calm, and the abrupt, painful scraping of your chair against the floor symbolises that.

“going somewhere?” kafka asks.

picking up your scraps, you avoid blade’s gaze. “yeah! i- uh, realised that i have some documents to drop off for elio by twelve or whatever.”

“won't you stay to keep us company for breakfast,” the purple-haired tempts, “it feels like it’s been so long since we’ve spent some proper time together.”

“has it?” you laugh nervously and kafka easily picks up the pitchiness of your tone. “i’ll make it up soon, i promise, i’ve just been overflowed with things to do.”

“alright. you be off then. don’t work too hard.”

“i won’t. my head is remaining tight on my shoulders, don’t you worry!” you reassure before scrambling away, feeling like your legs could not be any slower as you retreat away from blade’s scrutinising gaze. when you round the corner, you sigh a breath of relief. 

it’s laughable and simultaneously admirable how dedicated you are about dodging every interaction possible, but for the record, you think you’re doing quite well. not that space was doing many favours for your heart, but persistence is key. 

whoever believed that distance makes the heart grow fonder just clearly didn’t try enough, because yours feels like it’s about to hammer out of your chest with how fast it is racing, and the sensation is equivalent to something like pain rather than fondness.

“i’m worried,” blade mutters, gaze lingering on where you’d just disappeared. “and why does y/n talk like i’m not right here?”

“aww, are you upset?” coos kafka, taking a seat. the swordsman mimics her.

“why wouldn’t i be? it feels like y/n has been ignoring me as of late.”

kafka hums thoughtfully, swirling her coffee cup around.

“do you know anything about that?”

“nup. nothing at all,” she answers, feigning ignorance to the many suspicions that are bubbling around in her mind. the last thing kafka is, is blind, your unusual behaviour has not bypassed her perceptive eye at all, but she believes she has uncovered the reasoning as to why; said reasoning being a certain swordsman.

the revelation is definitely interesting, and she might just be able to give the push you both need.

“y’know what, bladie? if it concerns you that much, i’d say you go check up on y/n later,” kafka suggests.

“why not you?”

“i’ll be busy, but i think some support in dire times is just what y/n needs.”

“okay. fine.”

when blade gathers the courage to check up on you, like kafka recommended, the time is nearing 5pm. the sun is beginning to cool, the animals are retreating into their nests, and the big, bad, intimidating stellaron hunter is roaming around the archives, where you’re situated to work, hoping to locate you.

it takes a few laps around to finally find your placement because you’re fast asleep, only identifiable to blade by the jacket you hung on the back of your chair.

the sight of you hunched over your desk over a multitude of forms and papers causes a wave of concern (however much he can feel) to wash over blade, and suddenly, he does something completely foreign to him: dote over someone.

gently lifting your jacket to cover your shoulders, he stills when you shift a little, your eyebrows furrowing in your sleep. deciding to leave you alone, all blade spares is one lasting look at your vulnerability before leaving. 

he wonders what it is that could be making you so frustrated. 

(if only he knew). 

a few days later, kafka confronts you about the suspicions that’s been creeping to the forefront of her mind.

“did you do something to piss a certain bladie off?” 

kafka’s saccharine voice is laced with mischief as she leans towards you, chin resting on the palm of her hand. she certainly does not miss the way you tense up at the mention of the swordsman’s name and her smirk widens when you shuffle away, subconsciously turning away, as if avoiding the subject.

“i can’t think of why i would have,” you murmur, crossing your arms. “why?”

“oh, nothing, he’s just been complaining and crying a lot recently.”

“he does that all the time.”

“so he does,” your fellow stellaron hunter hums. “except he’s mentioning your name a lot more nowadays.” 

you freeze. “what?”

“hm? did i say something peculiar?”

inhaling a deep breath, you steady yourself. you know what kafka wants out of you and you’re not going to give it to her despite how innocent and pretty she spins the web to look. after all these years together, you hope to have learnt a thing or two about how to avoid her snare.

“what is blade saying about me?” you quiz. 

she blinks at you. “why so curious if you haven’t done anything?” 

“can i not ask about something that involves my name? besides, he’s my friend, i want to know what he’s saying,” you lean against the back of the couch, trying to calm the involuntary shake in your legs. you despise that the slightest mention of blade can cause a bottomless pit to form in your stomach and it’s not because of how intimidating or threatening he is. 

no, it’s because you’ve fallen for him, hook, line, and centre.

and blade would have to die before you ever tell him.

“mostly just grumbles about wondering where you are,” kafka expands, waving her hands about to match her words. “he asked silver wolf and i if you’ve been talking to us and when we said ‘yes’, he looked pissed! when i asked why he was being a sourpuss, he just stormed off.”

“so temperamental, that man,” she sighs. then, she looks back at you with those half-lidded eyes that have always gotten her what she wants, and in this case, they’re answers. “so tell me, y/n, what did you do to our bladie to have him all riled up like this?”

“nothing. absolutely nothing.”

“are you sure?”

“positive.”

“positive?”

you avoid her curious gaze. “positive.”

“maybe i phrased the question wrong. has bladie done something to you instead?”

panic settles within you. “no,” you lie through your teeth. “he hasn’t.”

“so if i asked you why you left breakfast so abruptly that day, you wouldn’t say that it’s because of him?”

“i had work to do, kafka, you know how busy my job gets.”

“i know, i know,” she persists, “then why weren’t you in a hurry before blade arrived that morning?”

you don’t know how to refute that, letting silence speak volumes instead.

“and why did you skip out on lunch with silver wolf and i? was it because we also invited a certain someone?”

“okay! fine, you’ve got me. what do you want to know?” you explode, tossing your phone on the couch in frustration. 

“so it is about blade?” questions your coworker.

“yeah. it is.”

“what about him? did he do something to hurt you? you know he’s accidentally mean sometimes-”

“it’s not that, he’s nothing but a sweetheart.”

“so what’s the problem?”

“that is the problem! he’s just… he’s him.”

“is that bad?”

“for my heart, yes.”

“oh my- so you like him?”

you exhale exasperatedly, “don’t act like you haven’t already figured that out, kafka.”

the cheshire smile she then flashes sends shivers down your spine. for whatever reason, an oppressive feeling grows in your gut, resembling something like a warning.

“you’re right, i knew,” she flaunts. then, her gaze cuts to look behind you. “but i don’t think blade did.”

your heart lurches out of your chest with enough force to pull you off the couch and you stumble around to see that, lo and behold, blade was indeed standing in the hallway. the expression he wears tells you enough; he heard you, he knows.

kafka somehow sneaks her way out of the room, leaving you alone to deal with the face of rejection. it’s daunting being in the same space as him after so long, you almost forgot about the intimidating pressure that blade naturally exudes and projects in every space he enters.

“hi,” you start, looking away. 

he stalks over to you, footsteps soundless before stopping a feet in front of you. instead of saying something, the swordsman merely gazes down at you whilst you keep your eyes glued to the side.

“can you reject me already? the silence is kinda killing me,” you snap after a few seconds, crossing your arms protectively. 

instead of obeying to your request, blade does something completely unexpected; he very gently lifts your chin with his hand, and red eyes bore right into yours. is it odd to feel seen in your demise? because blade is looking- no, surveying you with such immense focus and clarity that your heart stills, frozen in position because it wants him to see the most picturesque part of you. 

(he sees it, but he wants to know more of you. the pretty, the ugly, the likeable, and the unwanted.)

“would you like to go on a date?” he asks.

�� EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

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1000th Post - My Prince

Your kingdom had been at battle for ten years now, starting when you were but a child, you didn't know why or how it started, but the war with the neighbouring kingdom had been long and bloody. The enemy had cut swathes of land apart until they were finally at your door.

A general entered the throne room, where you stood as the last member of the royal family left in the kingdom. Your mother had fled to her home nation, your father cut down in battle, sisters had gone with marriages elsewhere or with your mother.

You, the crown prince, remained. You held your head high as you were surrounded by the filthy animals that had taken your land.

These wolf warriors, as they were known in their own kingdom, with their foul Lupine Lord were not justified in what they did, in battling your people over false claims.

You snarled and snapped when they came too close, but otherwise didn't move. You were their captive already, they had no right to touch you.

Then, their King entered. They all fell onto one knee as he swept into the room.

His dark eyes drank you in, and he approached you without fear, markings along his face indicative of his fur markings when he transformed. It was an unsightly thought, that a man could shift his skin into that of an animal's.

He showed no fear as he drew close to you, taking hold of your face in one of his large, calloused hands. You thrashed and tried to hit him, but he took hold of your hand when you tried to strike him.

"You will be my bride, and we will end this war now. No more blood need be shed because your people are pelt hunters." He commanded. You felt your blood drain from your face. Forced marriage? Yes, it would save your people, but you didn't want to be his bed warmer...

He growled lowly, and you felt yourself whine in response, his hand tightening around your throat.

"We will be married now, in the way of my people, meaning you'll be bound to me. We will have a public ceremony later." He instructed, and the warriors and generals around you whistled and hooted in their lewd, filthy joy as their king pushed you towards the throne, your father's throne, the throne that would have been yours.

They'd all watch as he took your virginity right there. You kicked as he tugged at your trousers, exposing your cunt to the cool air of the room.

The watchers howled with excitement. The king grinned wolfishly, not having known you were able to bear his children. He wouldn't even need to make the effort to prep you. You thrashed in his grip as he gripped your hair and bent you over the arm of the throne, your hands gripping at the other arm to prevent your face being smashed against the wood as he began to rub at your cocklet, the sensation of pleasure making you gasp and arch up instinctively, not expecting such a feeling to be caused by someone else. It felt different to when you rubbed yourself in the darkest hours of the night.

He then brushed something large and hot against your thigh, smearing wetness against you as you began to fight again.

Then, his thick, hot cockhead pressed into your untouched cunt, sheathing every last inch into you without waiting for your body to adjust to the invasion. You cried out as the tip kissed something deep inside of you, and as the king began to move inside of you, leaning down to huff against your throat.

"You're so fucking tight, my prince. You're going to bear me a whole litter of pups, and you're going to love it. I can tell already, your cunt is so desperate that you're dripping with need already." He taunted, before humping into you roughly, the soldiers jeering, some of them rubbing their cocks as they watched you.

The sounds being forced out of your slutty body embarrassed you, because you sounded so desperate for the way the king was using you. He was pressing against everything inside of you, and your traitorous body was loving it. You could feel something building inside of you as he continued drilling you.

Something began to swell at the base of his cock when it pressed into your cunt. Your eyes went wide as you realised the rumours that their cocks were wolfish... were entirely true. And you were going to hang off of his knot like a common bitch.

You began to fight again, trying to break free, which just made him moan and growl against you, and his cock throb and feel bigger as he pounded you harder.

"That's it, fight back, makes you go so tight on my cock." He taunted, before something inside of you gave way, and your whole body tightened up as you came on his thick, invading cock, which in turn caused his knot to be pressed deep inside of you and swell up, locking his cock inside of you, the tip pressed against something deep within - your cervix - as he began to pump you full of his thick, hot cum, spurt after spurt of his potent seed ensuring that you'd bear his heirs.

The kingdom was taken.

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[blorbocedes]

For the trope mash-up: didnt mean to turn you on + innocent physical touch for franco 'milf-hunter' colapinto and checo/lewis

okay hear me out. what if checo was a woman instead 🤭🫣

Checo's had a fucking year.

The car is shit. She's been saying for so long but now they finally believe it as even Redbull’s wunderkind Max struggles in it. Every other interview, news cycle is about her retiring, her being unceremoniously kicked out as drivers salivate for her seat, her middling performance due to early pre-menopausal hormones? Just 2 years ago, she was the Mexican Queen of Defense, and now it's 'is she Redbull’s DEI hire?' The stories have become outlandish, announcing her second pregnancy and retirement at Mexican Grand Prix. That's why after Daniel, who had very clearly been brought in to replace her, was switched mid season she posted the Wolf of Wall Street clip on her instagram to make it clear: I’m not fucking leaving.

So forgive her if she's been seeking a little respite elsewhere.

There's a hot, young Argentine at Williams that's been eyeing her. Checo’s a woman on the F1 grid, she's been eyed like that thousands of times, most of it unwanted. Although, it fell off after she birthed the twins and her tits never returned to their glory days. So it's a little flattering reminder she's still got it. Being able to speak in the same language also helps, not having to translate everything for doublespeak. They have rapport.

“How old are you?” Checo asks at the club. She's not there to celebrate, she just needs a drink. Franco’s at the stage where finishing a race is cause for celebration.

“Twenty five.” Franco replies in her ear entirely too quickly, with a grin.

Checo raised an eyebrow. She didn't keep track of the rookies but she sure as hell knew they weren't doing twenty five year old rookies anymore.

A group of tourists seem to recognize her, probably fans and she's in no autographing mood so she pulls Franco in closer in front of her, to block her five foot four self from the world. He misreads the signal, but is all too happy to step in closer; personal space be damned.

“Okay. I lied. I didn't want to freak you out.” Franco confesses sheepishly.

Checo drinks her whiskey, assessing it. “I was winning karting races while you were in diapers, yes?”

It makes her feel old just saying it. She doesn't know how Fernando does it.

Franco nods, pupils going dark.

“And…” she raises her left hand, eyes pointing to her wedding ring.

Franco smirks. “I don't mind if you don't.” He leans in for the kiss, and Checo leans back denying him. Too public. She's learned from that mistake. She does put her left hand on his nape, stroking it and praising the boldness. It's dangerous, sleeping with another driver. When you're a woman, it gives them too much power. That's why Checo never acted on Max's obvious interest. But Franco doesn't have a seat next year yet... as temporary and harmless to her prospects as it gets.

“Come on,” Franco’s voice betrays the frustration underneath the trying hard to be suave, “I know you're thinking it too. You'd rather be on a boat with me than this totally lame club. And what I might lack in experience, I can make up for in stamina.” He practically purrs in her ear.

“A boat? Williams is not paying you that much.” Checo laughs, even as she entertains the line about stamina. James is a penny pincher to a fault. And Franco might get F1 groupies impressed with that line, but as the primary breadwinner she knows a little better.

Franco’s undeterred. “Your boat then. I can be your yacht boy.”

Now wouldn't Checo love to be sunning on a boat, no kids running around, being waited on hand and foot by an eager, younger man who can go for round two in ten minutes. God, she hasn't been filled up in a satisfying way in so long, her cunt throbs at the fantasy, aided by the tall, warm body in front of her.

Checo bites her lower lip, and looks around. Nobody around them in paying attention to the dark corner they're in anymore. She takes Franco’s hand and places it over her breast, holding his gaze. For all his smooth-talking, Franco seems momentarily stunned, mouth parting in surprise. He has naturally red lips, Checo wants to bite on it. He tentatively squeezes her breast, and after seeing her nod, starts kneading it, thumb trying to find her nipple through the layers of her polo shirt and sports bra.

“Can I please eat you?” Franco’s voice is husky as he begs.

[arc-misadventures]

First of all let me tell you that I love Cinder's entry, so full of lore. but here I come with something for Vtuber au; So, for Ruby, Weiss or maybe some other vtuber that you want to introduce, react to the information update of one of the most important events of The World of Remnant: Hunter's and Monsters. Because the way cinder and jaune explained it, it was an important event at that time. PS: Your work is always amazing, so don't worry about how long it takes to do something as long as you feel good about it.

The VTuber: The Lady of the Grimm

Fall4Me had a plan for today’s stream, a plan she had been looking forward to implementing for quite some time now. Today she invited a special guest, and she was all to forward to once again meet her, Lady.

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Fall4Me: Hello my underlings, how are you this fine day~?

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Kinder79: Our lady is here!

Judicatorsbanana: All hail the, Grimm Princess!

Linxder: Hi, Ember!

H3LL3R: Been better.

Rangerlion: Can’t complain really

ICSTARS: What’s the plan for today?

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Fall4Me: That’s good to hear chat. Now then, for today’s stream we’ll be joined by a very special guest. And no, before you ask it is not, Errant.

Her body fell back in her chair, her body adopting a tired, and weary posture as she lamented the fact that her darling wolf would not be joining them.

She quickly brushed this aside as she resumed her stream.

Fall4Me: Now then, today we will be joined by a friend back from my days of playing, World of Remnant: Hunters, and Monsters. Today will be joined by my, Queen; The leader of the Cabal, the Queen of the Grimm: GrimmMonarch!

Appearing from the side was an elegant lady with skin, and hair as white as bone. Eyes as red as fresh fallen blood, and nestled in a black void, smiling enchantingly at the stream. For this was the LadyofDarkness, the GrimmMonarch.

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H3LL3R: Whoa momma

ToxickBattery: Why are all the ladies in Remnant so hot!

Piggu910: Is that a bad thing?

ToxickBattery: Just an observation.

Judicatorbanana: This going to be good!

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GrimmMonarch: Why hello everyone it is a pleasure to meet you all this fine day, and hello to you as well, Ember, it is a pleasure to meet you again. How have you been my dear?

Fall4Me: I am well my, Queen. How are you feeling?

GrimmMonarch: I am quite well today. Well, bar the fact that my tea has gone cold, but that is nothing to really concern myself with.

Fall4Me: I shall get you a new cup of tea at once my, Lady!

GrimmMonarch: Ahh~! Ember my dear, you’re doing it again.

Fall4Me: EEEP!

The chat exploded into a choir of hearts as they heard the cute squeak escape, Fall4Me’s lips.

To those chosen few that knew; back in the days of, World of Remnant: Hunters, and Monsters, GrimmMonarch had adopted a stern, but caring motherly attitude to dealing with the, Cabal, and its members. A demeanour that, Fall4Me instantly gravitated to.

For, GrimmMonarch adopting such a demeanour had become a coping mechanism to dealing with the lose she could barely endure, and as to why, Fall4Me stuck so close to her was to have what she never had when she was young.

They were simply two broken people cleaning to each other to mend their broken hearts. And, while their hearts had mended, some old habits were hard to break.

GrimmMonarch: It’s been years since we last play, WoRHM, and yet you seemingly still haven’t shaken off that loyal subject persona of yours.

Fall4Me: I can’t help it! It’s reflex at this point!

GrimmMonarch: We will have to fix that bad habit of yours. But, in the meantime, what are we doing on this fine day?

Fall4Me: Well, my chat has been pestering me for quite sometime about something, and because you had more… involvement with this situation, I thought it would be best to have you around to tell everyone what happened.

GrimmMonarch: Situation?

The Lady’s eyebrow shot up as she mulled over the word, until her mouth opened as a hum of realization escaped her lips.

GrimmMonarch: You are referring to the, ‘Scorpion Incident,’ aren’t you?

Fall4Me: Yes. During a video where, Errant was…

GrimmMonarch: Errant? Do you mean, ErrantryPaladin by chance?

Fall4me: Yes, do you know him?

GrimmMonarch: We spent some time together after the, ‘Scorpion Incident.’ Do continue my dear.

Fall4Me: Of corse; Before I did my first stream, Errant saw my announcement video, and regaled his viewers with the tale about my character, his interactions with the cabal, and the bloody retribution he wrought upon the, Cabal.

GrimmMonarch: Oh, so it was him who unleashed that half baked, Grimm-Titan upon us.

Fall4Me: You didn’t know? No wait, he never told anyone until that stream, of course you didn’t know.

GrimmMonarch: No, but I always had this stinking suspicion that he did. There was something about, Errant’s behaviour that that told that he knew something about the, Titan attack, but he never said what that something was.

Fall4Me: I never suspected a thing, I had no idea that, that, Titan was encouraged into attacking the, Cabal. I thought it was mere happenstance that it attacked us.

GrimmMonarch: It shows you how effective, Errant’s plan was that we all were none the wiser to his scheming. But, enough talking about our, Rusted Knight. Let me regale you with the story of the rise, and fall of the, Grimm Cabal.

GrimmMonarch: I played WoRHM, for a long time. From the beginning to the end… I believe I had over four thousand hours on the game…

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KinofPenguin : 4000 hrs?!

buggermeoldchap: WoRHM was around long enough for someone to have played that long.

ICSTARS: Most of the top plays averaged 4-5 k hrs

RaverKitty: The highest was around 7 k

ToxickBattery: Was it, Headmaster Ozpin?

Meol’mucker: Who else would have played it that long?

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GrimmMonarch: Because I played so long, my level was… two hundred and, thirtyseven. I was nearly around three hundred by the time I stopped playing.

Fall4Me: Two hundred, and thirty seven?! I guessed you were over level one hundred, but to be double that?

GrimmMonarch: The leaders of the academies, and well as myself, the former leader of the, Cabal each had an average level around two hundred, and fifty. It was part of the reason I was scouted to be the, Queen of the Grimm. I could have been the Headmistress of, Mistral Academy, but the idea of leading the, Cabal was an oh so much more tantalizing idea~!

Fall4Me: Who had the highest level; Headmaster Ozpin?

GrimmMonarch: You would assume, Ozpin, and you would assume wrong.

Fall4Me: Wrong?! But, he was the best headmaster among the five of you. How come he isn’t the strongest?

GrimmMonarch: You forget how the experience points is distributed. Ozpin mostly fought in teams, so the exp from a quest, or Grimm slaying was distributed among the team. If, you primarily fought alone however, all the exp would go to you. So, care to guess who had the highest level now, Dear?

Fall4Me: Uhhh… E-ErrantryPaladin…?

GrimmMonarch: Ding~Ding~Ding~! That is correct my dear.

Fall4Me: ErrantryPaladin?! He had the highest level…?! How high?

GrimmMonarch: At the closing of the servers, Ozpin had a level of three hundred, and sixty three. Errant however, he had a level of four hundred, and eighty two.

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RangerSnake: 482?!

emptythrone: It was nearly 500?!

Seventwothreepie: Probably played for at least 6k hrs

PlacatedBadger: Explain why he never joined in the tournament matches.

TheBadgers~!: He’d whipe the floor with an entire academy

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Fall4Me: Why did he bother sending that, Titan after us? He could have levelled the guild single handedly…

GrimmMonarch: Considering what happened during the, Apprentice Massacre, I believe, Errant wanted to make sure we suffered. I’ve seen him be rather vindictive to rather cruel players in the game.

GrimmMonarch: Now then, while I was in charge of the, Cabal, I had several powerful members join the, Cabal. Yourself included, Ember. But, while I had several powerful members under command, we were all jokesters, and bullies to a certain extent. Until the massacre happened, the worst the Cabal did was have, Grimm attack settlements, and teams of, Hunters. We were seen as a general nuisance that added spice to the game.

GrimmMonarch: But, after the massacre many of the, Academies started a witch hunt for our members, their attempts to find us mostly ended in failure. Until, Errant evidently sent that, Titan after us we were fine, but that, Titan crippled the, Cabal. Instead of causing Grimm attacks on settlements, and Hunter teams. We were stuck doing raiding missions in an attempt to recoup our strength. Many members left the guild because they couldn’t deal with the pressure the, Academy’s were mounting on them. And despite our best efforts, it seemed we were getting nowhere.

GrimmMonarch: That’s when several players decided to meet together irl, and discuss what they could do to fix the problem. And, this enters in stage left, the culprit of that fateful day… Tyrion Callows…

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Meol’mucker: Man that name sounds evil.

H3LL3R: Sounds creepy.

DaSting: I don’t like where this story is going.

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Fall4Me: Wait, Tyrion Callows is his actual name?

GrimmMonarch: Yes it is. Most players use an alias while playing instead of their real name, however, since no one would know that it is his real name unless he told someone, well it worked at the end of the day.

Fall4Me: I remember the few missions I did with him, he was always seem unhinged. Wasn’t the, Apprentice Massacre his idea?

GrimmMonarch: It was indeed. He was sorely reprimanded when I discovered it was his plan. I should have taken that as a sign…

Fall4Me: A sign? A sign for what?

GrimmMonarch: Of things to come…

She hummed to herself as she contemplated what she was about to say; about how she could say it, and how her audience would talk what she was about to say.

GrimmMonarch: It was seven of them at a diner, including, Tyrian. There were several humans, and faunas there. While they were there, they discussed several ways to revitalize the, Cabal. But, peoples view of the, Cabal was ruined by the events of the, Apprentice Massacre, so it was neigh on impossible for us to recruit new members. And, because we had been raiding so many towns, dust depots, and general supply trains in order to rebuild the, Cabal after the, Titan attack, the Academies started making more missions to protect those assets. The Cabal was at a standstill, we couldn’t push forward with any plans because we were so broken. At that point, the Cabal was a dead man walking…

Fall4Me: Then what happened?

GrimmMonarch: One of them suggested that it would be best to abandon the, Cabal then. Everyone should abandon the, Cabal, me included. We couldn’t get any more supplies, we can’t get any new members, more were leaving every day, it was just a matter of time until the, Cabal was disbanded. The six of them agreed that this was the only course of action. They decided they would bring it before me at the next meeting. But, Tyrian… Tyrian snapped…

Fall4Me: Snapped…?

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DaSting: I REALLY don’t like where this is going!

Judicatorbanana:I’m starting to regret asking what happened.

LevenAngel: I regret a great many things!

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GrimmMonarch: Tyrian started calling everyone a traitor, that they betrayed the, ‘Goddess,’ and that they will all be brought to pay for their transgressions.

GrimmMonarch: They told him to relax, since it was all just a game, but then… Tyrian grabbed a knife, and…

Fall4Me: He didn’t…

GrimmMonarch: Yes, he did…

Fall4Me’s voice fell into a small whisper as realization dawned on her at what that implied. She didn’t want her to continue this story, but she knew that she needed to finish it.

GrimmMonarch: Of the six people, three of them died due to knife wounds… the other three barely managed to survive, however medical personnel managed to come in time to save them. Thought his poison was quite effective.

Fall4Me: And, Tyrian, what about him?

GrimmMonarch: The police were in the area, so they managed to get there quickly, and when they were in the process of attempting to arrest him, he stung one of the officers, while the other one gunned him down.

Fall4Me: So he’s dead, Tyrian’s dead right?

GrimmMonarch: In the police report it indicated he when he attacked one of the officers there to arrest, Turian, his colleague unloaded his entire magazine into him. I can assure you, he is most certainly dead.

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Amogsus: Well that’s depressing.

Kalper: Sounds like he couldn’t differentiate reality from fiction

SuspiciousDucky: Poison? Did he have poison on him?

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Fall4Me: Yes… SuspiciousDucky…

GrimmMonarch: Oh that’s a cute name~!

Fall4Me: Oh it is… Ahem! Yes that is a good question; What did you mean by, ‘His poison was quite effective?’

GrimmMonarch: What has, Tyrian’s character in game?

Fall4Me: He played this lanky scorpion faunas… wait…? Was he an actual scorpion faunas?!

GrimmMonarch: Indeed he was; Poisonous stinger, and all.

Fall4Me: Whoa… Wait, how do you know all of this? Did one of the victims tell you?

GrimmMonarch: Yes, and no. Tyrian said, they betrayed the, ‘Goddess,’ the survivors deduced that he was talking about me. So, I was called in for questioning by the police about this whole fiasco.

Fall4Me: They arrested you?

GrimmMonarch: No, nothing of the sorts. Just asked me some questions regarding, Tyrian’s personality, and the events that lead to this happening. I got to talk to the others who got hurt, and I learned their side of the story. After I received permission from them, and the police I told everyone in the guild what happened. That was where the end began.

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RangerSnake: Wait, Ember you didn’t know about all of this?

Linxder: Yeah, you were in the guild when this happened

7uwu7: Were you?

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Fall4Me looked away from her stream for a moment, before she replied to her chat’s question with a nervous lint to her voice.

Fall4Me: Uhh… No. I had stopped playing the game before this happened. I would have been there when it happened, but some… things happened.

GrimmMonarch: Best leave it at that chat. Now, I told the rest of the members of the, Cabal at a guild meeting what happened. Their reactions were varied, and understandable to the news of what, Tyrian did, and the loss of their friends. I then brought up one of the notions one of the members brought forward as to what the future of the, Cabal should be.

GrimmMonarch: Wether to continue rebuilding the, Cabal, or to disband the, Cabal. It was a unanimous vote to disband the guild… Even I didn’t vote to continue rebuilding the, Cabal. We were as good as dead anyway.

GrimmMonarch: We had one farewell party among us to celebrate the legacy, the good parts that is, that was the, Grimm Cabal. And, after everyone left one by one… all that remained was myself. I contacted the staff, informed them of what had happened, and then I told them to close the, Cabal. And, with that… the, Cabal died.

GrimmMonarch: You know… I always thought the last death cry of the, Cabal would be felt by the whole server as it fought to the death in one glorious battle for the fate of, Remnant itself!

GrimmMonarch: And, yet we left with barely a whisper…

Fall4Me: …

GrimmMonarch: So, there you have it chat; That is the tale of how the, Cabal fell. If those of you who were once players in, WoRHM, know only that the, Cabal was disbanded. Former members of the, Cabal who left the guild, and either returned to their former academies, or restated their account. Considering the nature of why the, Cabal disbanded the members didn’t want to talk about it, and just said, ‘There was an incident with a scorpion.’ Hence where the, ‘Scorpion Incident’ earned its name.

Fall4Me: Wow… I had no idea… I always assumed, Tyrian did something, but I would have never expected that he did that?!

GrimmMonarch: Yes… he did…

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Meol’mucker: Is this the first time, you told anyone about this my, Goddess? Outside of the Cabal that is.

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GrimmMonarch: Oh my~? Calling me a goddess already~? Well, I don’t mind chat, but do show some restraint my dears~!

The chat swiftly exploded into a shower of hearts as the, Grimm Queen smiled sultry at the screen.

GrimmMonarch: But, no, I told the, Headmasters, and Headmistresses of the various academies what happened. I explained to them that the, Cabal was to be disbanded, and the various members would be either restarting their accounts, or simply return back to the academy of their origin. I told them to kindly accept them back in, and to not tell anyone about the, ‘Scorpion Incident.’

Fall4Me: And, you didn’t tell anyone else about all of this?

GrimmMonarch: There was one other who knew; Care to guess who~?

Ember’s model swayed as a brief laugh escaped her lips, she knew precisely who else learned the tale of the, ‘Scorpion Incident.’ After all, he had a knack for finding out about such things.

Fall4Me: Tell me my, Lady. How did, Errant learn about the fall of the, Cabal?

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7uwu7: Ha!

Amongsus: Knew it

DaSting: Who else but him?

emptythrone: That guy really gets around

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GrimmMonarch: Oh, how did you know it was him~?

Fall4Me: My darling wolf had the reputation across the server as an information broker. He had the most uncanny ability to find out about the most minuet of details that happened on the other side of the world.

GrimmMonarch: Indeed he did. Despite never seeing my human form before, he was able to instantly identify me in my human form, and I had not even said hello to him at that.

Fall4Me: ‘Human form?’

GrimmMonarch: What? Did you think that I always had this beautiful appearance you see before you?

Fall4Me: Well… that makes sense. But, I’ve never seen you in any other form, but the one I see before me. I never say you as a…

GrimmMonarch: As a what…?

GrimmMonarch: A human?

At the click of a button, the LadyofDarkness, The GrimmMonarch’s body changed, no longer was she a monster of death, and despair. Now lay before them for all to see was a lady of elegance that exuded an air of royalty that was unmatched by all those who stood before her. And, yet… when one looked into her eyes, one couldn’t help but see a sad little girl, longing for something forever out of her reach.

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Meol’mucker: YOOOOO!!!

7uwu7:😍😍😍

Laven: Damn!

ICSTARS: Who said she can be so hot!

RangerSnake: Smash

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Fall4Me: Ohh~! You look beautiful your grace!

GrimmMonarch: Thank you, Ember. This was the form I adopted before, and after the, Cabal. It is what I always imagined what, The Girl in the Tower’ looked like when I read that short story.

Fall4Me: ‘Fairytales of the World of Remnant?’

GrimmMonarch: That’s the one, in fact whilst I was using this skin, I went by the name, EVAnora, or EVA for short.

Fall4Me: That’s a nice name.

GrimmMonarch: Thank you~! Now, back to our, Knight. He stumbled upon me as I was slaying some, Beowulfs, small fry, hardly anything to worry about. Anyway, he walked over, and said, ‘I bare glad tidings to the, the LadyofDarkness, the Queen of Grimm.’

Fall4Me: …?

Fall4Me: Pfff! Ah-hahahaha~! Did he really say that?

GrimmMonarch: Indeed he did! It was so ridiculous I couldn’t help, but laugh at it as well. Despite, Errant’s reserved demeanour, he can be quite the endearing character when he wants to.

Fall4Me: Quite so, I’ve seen him converse with fellow players, he can be quite the smooth talker when he wants to. It’s can be quite scary at times…

GrimmMonarch: Are you referring to the time he swindled, Vacuo’s merchant guild into revealing where the slave camps were, or the time he caused the falling out of, Dazzling Spear Hunter Teams?

Fall4Me: Wait?! He did that?! I was talking about the time he tricked the, Crimson Brigade into attack the bandits base during the, Season of Fire event, that triggered a Grimm Horde event?!

GrimmMonarch: He did what?!

[moonlight-canavalia]

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader/Self-Insert

CW: 18+, P in V Sex, Possessive Geto, Stalking, Dirty Talking, Petnames, Teasing, Chasing in Woods

WC: 5,918

Summary: Geto swore that he fell in love with you from the moment he first saw you. But in his mind the definition of love gets twisted, the love he feels runs deep and so intense it would burn your skin from a mere touch. The problem with it is this impending sense of urgency to protect you and shield you from the world. A gem like you must be protected at all costs. That's why he has to worm his way into your life, gently. But what happens the moment he finally gets you alone in a remote place?

Falling for the popular, sweet and charming man at your college shouldn’t have ended like this. With you running through the woods, the bottom of your feet getting cut up and you screaming so loud for help your throat felt like it was on fire.

Mistake number one you made was thinking you could outsmart him and this game he had. He wasn't gonna let you go that easily. Not after all the trouble he went for you. This was Geto Suguru's favorite part of all this.

The chase.

He wanted this, craved this. The way you made his blood pump was addicting. He’s the hunter and you’re the prey.

Letting you get a good distance between you and his cabin. Little did you know that during this time of the year the other cabins were empty. Most owners only come a few times a year to vacation. This is why he waited until now to start his entire plan of bringing you here. He didn't want anyone to intrude on his fun. He knew these woods like the back of his hands, he wanted you to run and hide. To try your best.

Geto had been studying you for a year now, mannerism, friends, routine; everything. He wanted to know it all. He'd been slowly weaving his way into your daily life and you welcomed him with arms wide open. You looked so sweet, he wanted you for himself ever since he first saw you. This world is such a cruel place, he had to protect you. Even if that meant protecting you from yourself and locking you up for himself.

There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary with Geto, not that you ever noticed. He was always so sweet and kind to everyone, so helpful; and very popular amongst the girls at college. But he was never one to pursue just anyone, that's what took you by surprise. Geto could have anyone he wanted, without a doubt, so when you were the one to catch his eye, you couldn’t resist falling for him. Memorizing your schedule, getting you food and drinks, meeting your friends, everyone loved him. Your friends get on well with him and his friend group. It really felt like a dream. That’s why you immediately gave him a ‘yes’ when he asked you if you wanted to spend a weekend with just him, in his family's cabin.

You two had officially been dating for 2 months now, what better way to celebrate that than a getaway with just the both of you.

The drive up the mountains was silent, Geto focusing on the road while you are captivated by the scenery around. The green, yellow, orange colored trees mixing in with the gray colored sky is a beautiful sight. Bringing your attention to your boyfriends features you can’t fight the urge to just admire him. Sensing your eyes on him he speaks in a teasing voice “d’you you like what you see, pretty girl?.”

Looking away feeling heat creep up your neck, you didn’t notice Geto had moved one of his hands, and he was now resting it up on yours. Bringing your hand up to his lips he leaves a kiss on your knuckles. You can’t resist the big smile that adorns your face.

For the rest of the car ride nothing else is said, music softly playing on the radio now. Admiring the views up the mountain. Rain started, gently at first, raindrops decorating the road and car windows. The way they distorted the landscape around made it look like a watercolor painting.

As more time went by the harder raindrops fell, thunder crackling in the sky above. Not affecting your mood or Suguru’s, you think of it as white noise.

Lost faraway in your own thoughts filled with contempt you can’t start to imagine what your sweet boyfriend is thinking of.

Geto’s mind is plagued with thoughts about what will happen tonight. He’ll make you his tonight and he’s so sure of it. The urge he’s fighting back to just park the car at the edge of the woods surrounding the road and stripping you naked is getting harder and harder. He can’t wait to feel your cunt clamping down on his cock; imagining the noises you’re gonna make have him biting his lip to hide the moan that wants to escape. Feeling somewhat bad about his thoughts as his pants feel tighter, he takes a quick glance at you –you're just looking out the window– you look so innocent…he just wants to ruin it.

Finally , you’ve arrived at your destination. It’s nighttime already, the full moon high up casting its white glow over the trees.

“Stay here while I go in and turn the lights on, baby”

The yellow warm hues of the light posts outside keep you company while Geto makes his way inside. Taking a look around you, you notice how dark and thick the surrounding woods are — eerily quiet too— the only thing being heard is the sizzling sound of the rain hitting the ground. You can make out some other cabins scattered here and there, but none have a light on..

‘Looks like no one else is around’ you think to yourself.

While lost in thought you hadn’t noticed Geto stepping out of the cabin. When you turn to look out your window you see him standing there. One hand in his pocket and the other holding an umbrella he must have found inside. Opening the door for you he asks –smirking– “See something interesting.”

Putting your hand on your chest to try and calm the rapid beating of your heart from the unintentional jump scare, you give him an awkward laugh. “You just scared me there, but I was just looking around. I got curious.”

Chuckling at your answer he gives you his hand to guide you inside.

“Come on baby, be careful I don’t want you getting wet” ���adding under his breath– “not this type at least”

Tilting your head up to take a better look at him asking “What was that Suguru?”

Kissing the top of your head, throwing an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him he gives you one of his pretty smiles and that’s enough to make you forget whatever was said.

Getting inside quickly you both start taking off your shoes to not track any mud inside the house. When you go to take off your jacket, you feel Suguru’s big hands lay on your shoulders, halting your movements.

“Let me help you” he whispers next to your ear.

Helping you shrug your jacket off, he slides his hands up and down your figure. Feeling his warm hands makes you shiver and you hope he doesn’t notice.

But he does. He notices everything that has to do with you.

“Is my girl cold? Or just nervous. Hm? ” He speaks in a teasing tone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Is all you mutter as you cross your arms turning to look directly at him.

“You look so intimidating,” –he chortled sarcastically– “such a cutie.”

Rolling your eyes you wait for him to put the jackets away. Unsure of where to go, even though it’s just you two you wait on him to give you permission to look around the cabin.

“C’mon let me show you around” grabbing your hand he leads the way.

That’s how you end up in his bed. Big floor to ceiling windows looking out at the woods. Rain pelting the glass windows as thunder roars outside. Clothes already coming off, desperate touches and groans between you two. The only light in the room comes from the lightning illuminating the sky ever so often.

Kissing down your throat, groping one of your still covered breasts while using the other one to keep himself stabilized he looks at you with wild eyes. At last you’re under him, he’s touching your body, he’s the one causing your heart to beat so fast against your ribcage, small mewls escaping your pretty mouth, he finally gets to have you.

Feeling his warm lips on your neck gently sucking, you know you’re gonna have to cover up some marks. But right now you can’t bring yourself to care about appearances. You know girls want to be you every time they see Suguru doting on you, handing you gifts, showing you off, giving you kisses every time he could. A hand always around you, he always needed to be touching you someway. It thrilled you how dedicated he is to you, even giving you space when you felt too overwhelmed. It was your first real relationship, of course you wanted everything to be perfect, but it didn’t shake off the feeling of not being enough for him. So what better opportunity for him to make you understand what you meant to him, a trip alone together was perfect. He had eyes for no one else, you were a Goddess amongst men, a treasure, his treasure .

Shoving his tongue past your mouth in a sloppy, desperate kiss.

“Can I take off your shirt?” he asks, panting as if he had run a marathon. Pausing to take a deep breath you nod your head. Groaning as he sees more of your uncovered body you bring your hands up almost instinctively covering up. But Geto’s even quicker stopping your hands. “Don’t cover, not from me baby, I want to see you . Look I’ll leave your bra on for now” he says in a teasing tone while pulling on the band resting at your back. Bringing himself up to rest on his heels he makes work of taking off your pants, leaving you in your underwear.

Big hands resting on either of your calves he makes you spread your legs to accommodate his muscular build. Resting on his stomach, he brings his mouth near your throbbing heat. Feeling his warm tongue run up and down your clothed cunt, the mess of your essence and his saliva is making your mind go crazy. Grinding yourself against his mouth, he laughs. It’s sloppy the way he makes out with you there, while your legs shake wanting him to pull away the offending fabric keeping you from his mouth. Toes curling, and small whines of his name and ‘please’ here and there has him planting quick pecks over your still covered pussy. Staring at the wet mess in what little light there is has him burying his face deeper into you. Inhaling your sweet intoxicating scent.

“S-suguru what are you…”

“Fuck, you even smell sweet. You’re just the sweetest little thing ever. And all mine. I bet this pussy tastes divine.”

Your lovely boyfriend usually avoids cursing around you, so hearing him speak his mind so freely stirs a fire in you.

“I bet you want more” he says, moving your pantie to the side “and I’m gonna give it to you, don���t worry your pretty little head.” Tilting his head to the side, resting it on his fist, he uses his pointer finger first. Dragging it up and down your wet cunt collecting your essence. Focusing on your little nub, adding some pressure while he draws lazy circles, he slips two fingers in you. Resting now on his elbows he uses one hand to finger you, not taking his eyes off of the mess you’re making on his hand.

Oh he really can’t let you go. You’re too helpless, this world is too dangerous for such a treasure like yourself. There’s no escaping him now. You’ll finally be his completely. Mind, body and soul. Everything of yours will belong to him just like he belongs to you.

Diving in the warmth of his mouth surprises you. Puckering his lips lightly sucking your clit between his lips. You’re squeaking in embarrassment while he’s moaning at the fact that he finally tastes you.

“S-sugu—aahh fuck” you try pushing his head off, embarrassment creeping in at his lewd acts.

Suguru does not like it one bit. He’s been so patient, not wanting to push you to do anything you didn’t want. He’s not going to let you ruin this for him. Just because you’re a little embarrassed.

He just started how else are you going to take his cock if he doesn’t prep you with at least one orgasm first.

Grunting at your weak attempts to get him off he stretches his hands to grab yours— “Don’t” comes his stern voice.

Interlacing your fingers between his, he gently squeezes reassuring you this was fine.

His free hand is rubbing small circles on your hip. Gently he starts trailing kisses between your thighs, lightly nipping your soft skin between his teeth. Not enough pressure to cause you pain; just enough to have you shuddering waiting for his lips to be against where you most want him.

Letting go of your hand he rubs your legs,the warmth of his palms spreading all over your lower parts, bringing his hands to the back of your knees. Pushing your legs towards your chest, the wind is suddenly knocked out of you. His ravenous gaze focusing solely on your slick covered pussy. Silently he collects a glob of spit in his mouth and lets it fall over your cunt. The warmth of it surprises you. Feeling so dirty you start whining calling out to him. But all Suguru does is shush you. Letting one of your legs go he spreads your folds apart with his free hand, feeling your warmth and skin under his fingers, your most sensitive parts and you’re letting him. Trusting him this much. It almost makes Suguru sentimental.

Dragging two fingers inside your quivering sex your boyfriend starts slowly, just to pull those tiny gasps and small moans from you. He wanted to draw this out but your hips seem to have a mind of their own. Grounding your sopping cunt against his fingers. He’s shocked at how much you’re enjoying this. His hand has stilled, you’re doing all the work now, his pants feel tighter and tighter with each passing second. He can’t help the loud groan that escapes his lips, immediately removing his fingers from inside you, stealing your high, that was so close. A few more seconds and you would have jumped off to the waves of pleasure. But you can’t process it for more than a few seconds. Getos lips have replaced his hands. Sucking, licking and slurping your cunt like it’s his last meal. You feel his wet hand grabbing on to your thigh, it’s almost painful. Blunt nails digging into your soft flesh. But the pleasure he’s making you feel is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. You feel the incoming waves of pleasure getting nearer, that band inside you getting tighter at the verge of snapping. What pushes you over the edge is Getos desperate “please cum baby, please cum, need you to.”

That whiny tone in his voice makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

So desperate, just wanting your pleasure is all it takes to have you finally seeing stars. Like a taut band finally snapping, your back arches off the mattress, almost screaming with immeasurable pleasure. Writhing from the force of your orgasm.

Gasping for air you bring your hands to cover your eyes. A little embarrassed about everything that occurred. It was the first time Geto and you were intimate in any way. Your heart is still beating loudly, when you hear Suguru chuckling

Caging you under his body, he pecks both of your hands “are you okay?”

All you offer back is a nod.

“Come on baby, use your words so I know you’re okay. And please look at me.”

Taking a deep breath you finally look at him. Both of you smile. Burying one of your hands in his hair while the other one is wrapped around his shoulders you bring him closer to you. Wanting to kiss him and he gives it to you. Resting his body weight on you, he ruts his hips against yours. His boxers are covered in precum and your arousal. The heat between you two is almost suffocating, an all consuming need to be closer with one another. Rain outside pelts against the windows, but inside yours and Geto’s little bubble all that is heard is the sound of your lips smacking against one anothers. Small moans littered here and there.

Biting his bottom lip he groans, enjoying the small pain mixed with that vice grip you have of his hair. Making his way down to your neck he litters it with hot, opened mouthed kisses.

”You look so pretty under me, I wanna know how you look on top now. Can we make that happen princess? Can we, please? You’re just so pretty and sweet.” he speaks slowly and low near your ear in a raspy tone. Low moan escaping his mouth at his own words, hand raking down your body. Mapping and memorizing every bump and curve his hands roam over.

“You're taking these off tho” he says, leaving a quick peck below your earlobe. A second of confusion washed over you before you processed what he’s doing. Making himself comfortable spreading his legs on either side of you, trapping you under him. Palming his erection “go on baby, help me out” gesturing to his black briefs.

Big doe eyes looking back at him, the heat radiating off of his body unto yours is almost suffocating.The remnants of your prior orgasm still thruming through your body. You want–no, you need more of it, of him. Suguru can easily become addicting to anyone near him. The sound of his sweet but commanding voice, his presence, his words can make even the most defiant person pliable to his whims. His lips curl at your almost timid face.

Chuckling to himself – “Okay, I’ll do it baby, don’t worry.”

But the moment he reaches to his sides, you stop him. Bashfully stating you’re going to do it. Raising his eyebrow he just raises his hands in an almost surrendering way. You loop your fingers on his waist band. Taking in a small shuddering breath you pull them down, finally freeing his confined cock. You don't know what comes over you, witnessing his thick cock hit his stomach just snaps something in you. With one hand you grab his cock and with the other you push his hip. Hoping he gets the signal; and of course he did. He’s not dumb.

“It’s fine baby we can do that another time” he voices almost hesitantly. There’s no doubt he wants to fuck your mouth. But he’s desperate to be inside you, he just wanted to tease you a bit more before. He’s thrilled that you initiated this though. The raven haired man has spent countless nights fisting his cock to the thought of your lips wrapped around his girth. However he still wanted to let you know you didn’t have to do it. He wasn’t so sure how much he could hold back. It was really up to you.

“Please”

Perversely saccharine is the tone presented in the simple word you spoke. On-brand for Suguru since he met you, he gives in without much of a fight.

“Just let me know if I get carried away, pretty girl.” he tells you while leaning one hand against the bed's headboard. Getting comfortable, getting his cock closer to your mouth.

“Yeah” you say meekly.

Suguru hisses at the warm feeling of your tongue. Fighting his urges to just sink all of his inches down your throat. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his head; he focuses on the kitten licks you’re giving him. Not wanting to push you too quickly or make you uncomfortable, he lets you set the pace.

You, with your shining eyes, looking up at him, you let your curious mouth start trailing kisses against his flushed warm tip. Pre-cum covering his length. –Suguru is surprised with how much is coming out. That’s how riled up you get him. Nervously but sure of what you desire. Opening your mouth, wrapping your soft lips around his tip, you gently suckle. Throwing his head back you take it as a sign to take a little more into your mouth. Cautiously Geto moves forward, resting his hand more firmly on the headboard so you can access more of him. You appreciate it, that way you don't have to keep raising your head as much. Bobbing your head up and down to the best of your abilities he’s losing the last of his restraints. The slurping sounds are obscene, the feeling of your nails digging against his thighs are maddening. Wanting more he unknowingly starts moving his hips forward, the sound of you suddenly gagging brings him back.

Bucking his hips back —“ Fuck , fuck , I’m sorry baby”

You just smile up at him, small tears at the corner of your eyes, he hears your hoarse voice say “it’s okay.” Before you get the opportunity to continue your previous ministrations, he moves between your legs.

“I think she’s ready now, hm? Don’t you think so, pretty girl?” he questions you in a syrupy sweet voice, while he drags two fingers between your folds and inserts them gently. “Look at how easy they go in.”

“S-suguru, stop teasing and put it in already.” you say in a whiny voice. And who was he to deny you any longer. Removing his fingers, he makes it a show how wet you are by flashing the webbing of your essence between his fingers as he makes a V shape. Coating his cock in your essence, while looking directly at you. Even with the embarrassment flooding your entire body you do not break eye contact with him. There's no hiding from his sharp eyes.

Crawling up your body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He assures you he’s going to be gentle. Slowly Geto starts inching his cock in you. Giving you time to adjust to his size. Placing a soft kiss on your forehead he whispers words of encouragement. His shoulders are shaking as he fights his desperation to move like an animal against you. No matter how desperate he is for you, he’s not about to hurt you or make it uncomfortable.

Once he’s fully inside he lets out a choked sound. Enveloped in your warmth now it takes all of his strength not to fuck you into the mattress. Closing his eyes he tries to level his breathing, what brings him back is the feeling of your hands on the sides of his face. Your touch feather light against his warm skin. Looking down at you he smiles before he gently starts rocking his hips against yours. His jet black hair is everywhere around you both as he looms over you. Suguru wants this to be memorable for the both of you. The bed creaks under the both of you, giving an edge to the room and rain going on outside. The mess of tangled limbs and desperate moans reaching every corner of the room. Lost in these new sensations your bodies are going through together you don’t even remember ending up on top of him. But he’s not about to start complaining.

“That’s it sweetheart, keep bouncing on my cock” he says with one hand resting comfortably behind his head.

Your thighs felt on fire, movement going slower than before. “Tired” you say hiding your face in the crook of his neck, hips coming to a stop. You sound sweeter than honey, and he can’t help but want to baby you and take care of all your needs and wants. But not without a bit of teasing first, it’s just in his nature.

“Aw my baby is tired” Suguru spoke in his always soft, caring, voice. Kissing the side of your head he instructs you to sit up again. When you start whining that you’re tired he gives your ass a hard spank. “I told you to sit up, not to do anything else, now did I? You gotta listen better.”

You feel his hands come down rubbing your back, squeezing your hips, signaling you to sit up. Once you do as he instructed you feel his hold on you tighten even more. A bruising strength behind his large hands, you know his fingertips will leave indents marked behind on your soft skin. His strength always throws you off, it’s always there, but you sometimes forget just how strong Suguru is. He plants his feet flat and firm on the bed, and starts thrusting up into you. His ironclad hold on you moving you up and down just how he wanted. He’s using you as his own personal fleshtoy. And you can’t bring yourself to care. Too lost in the overpowering sensation. Your moans mixing with the sound of the wild thunder and rain just outside. He wants to keep his noises down to a minimum, just wanting to drown in everything that has to do with you. Your sounds, the way you’re making him feel, how warm you are, the wild look in your face — he gets glimpses of when lightning strikes outside.

Your bodies move in sync against one another, as if your bodies already know each other. Suguru recognizes that he’s at the tipping point of his orgasm, and from how hard you’re gripping him, you're right there with him.

Head feeling light with the impending feeling of your orgasm, planting your hands harshly on his chest, nails digging into his skin leaving a pink trail in their wake.

“That’s it baby, mark me.” your boyfriend utters between sharp inhales as you let your hips rise and fall on his cock. The sweet feeling of being stretched and full is inescapable. Your words seem to be stuck in your throat as you start rolling your hips. That previous ache and burning sensation you felt earlier is gone. Rutting desperately against one another he throws his head back against the mess of pillows, groaning while your screams get higher and higher in pitch.

The intensity of your shared orgasm has you both clinging to one another, hips involuntary moving. No words are spoken for a few minutes, the only sound enveloping the room is your ragged breath calming down with the rain outside. Running his hand up your back, he tangles his long fingers in your hair, angling your face towards his to kiss you. The kiss is messy, teeth clashing, biting one another in an almost animalistic way.

Once the mess of body fluids feels like too much on your skin, you break the kiss. He chases after more in an almost desperate way; and you have to tell him you want to take a shower. Carrying you to the bathroom, he tells you to give the shower a second so the hot water kicks in. Taking a quick glance over his body you see the evidence of your previous activities over his body. Your nails left scratched, his hair has knots and he’s covered in sweat.

“You really like what you see, pretty girl. Can’t stop looking can you? Don’t worry I’m not going anywhere.” He teases, while walking up to you, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers with his. Bringing your hand up to his mouth he leaves a kiss and tugs you gently with him to the shower.

Suguru’s hands feel amazing against your skin as he helps you shower. His caresses are gentle and meaningful; no ulterior motive. Just utter devotion as a thank you for finally trusting him enough to give your body to him. Washing your hair he asks if he’s using an okay amount of pressure, if he’s going too fast or too slow for you. At your assuring words that he’s doing “amazing” you let yourself be pampered. Returning the same care and gesture you wash him and his hair too. The little bubble of warmth feels like a dream, one you don’t want to wake up from.

You would have never thought a great night would change for the worse in the span of an hour. From a dream to a nightmare, Suguru’s possessive behavior making an entrance like never before. Now that he had you mind, body and soul he couldn't just let you go. A short conversation with him letting you know who he doesn’t want around you anymore has sirens blasting in your mind. As he kept going on about how people look at you, how they want you, how you could get hurt if he’s not there because you are “so defenseless”, you grew uncomfortable. Voicing him your worries and how you’ll be fine and how your friends could be trusted didn’t sit right with him. Your anger got the best of you, starting a shouting match with him, you tell him to take you back home. How you don’t want to deal with “whatever this is” right now you see something in him snap. His tender loving gaze was replaced by something you can’t quite explain. Suguru’s eyes seem devoid of all the light and warmth you are so used to.

“Suguru, if you don’t take me home, I’ll walk back.” You try to threaten, but the shakiness in your voice gives you away. You're not sure where you are, you don’t have the first clue as to how to get back. He knows this, that’s why he raises his not breaking eye contact and laughs.

“Since I love you so much, I’ll give you a head start. Run baby, start running. Let’s see how far you can get.” the ever confident male says, taunting you.

It’s cute to him. The way your eyes fill with tears, opened wide. Suguru Geto will catch you. He knows these woods like the back of his hand. Wearing his once charming smile he starts counting.

“One,two,three — Ya know… I’m being polite. ” he says, wearing a diabolical smile.

That’s where it started clicking to your frozen —by fear— body. He’s serious. Run away, get as far away from him as possible.

Panic sets in looking everywhere, you’re in a place you haven’t been before, you really don’t know where you are. Just wearing a thin nightgown you start running, without a clear direction in mind. Screaming for help, but no one would hear you. You two were alone.

The ground beneath your feet is wet and cold. Rocks digging themselves under you, but with adrenaline pumping through your veins, you don’t feel how they’re cutting your soles. Tree branches scratching your exposed arms, you don’t register the cuts and bruises starting to adorn your body. Your lungs feel like they are on fire. Feeling like a fish out of water with how quick your breathes are, your heart beats harder each passing second. A sense like it's going to come out of your chest at any moment. You have to keep pushing yourself, there has to be help somewhere. Someone has to be near enough to hear your pleading.

“Keep running” is what you keep commanding yourself to do.You aren’t sure how long you’ve been running for anymore. Your body feels flushed, your head dizzy, affecting your eyesight.

Thunder lighting the skies above you with the earth rumbling with the immense sounds of thunder. Realization suddenly hits you, how deep have you wandered into the woods? There hasn't been one animal seen, the storm could have them hiding. But not seeing even a deer or running rabbit frightened you. What other types of dangers are hiding here. Isn’t the lack of animals a sign of even bigger danger?

You should’ve taken this as a sign of what a big threat he was. —Suguru Geto had an aura around him that could send anyone or anything away.— The stillness of it all while the storm grew its strength, added more fear to your already trembling body. Wanting to buy yourself some time to think you hide behind the biggest tree you see. Sizing it up quickly you disregard the idea of climbing it. There’s no tree branch low enough for you to grab and aid your way up with. You’re not about to hug it with how wide it is and risk a potential fall. Broken bones, a storm, and Suguru looking for you? No.

Suguru…

His face suddenly rushes to the forefront of your mind. Was there something you overlooked? Did he ever give off any warning signs of who he really was?

Did he even keep his word and let you have a head start? Is he still waiting at the edge of the woods?

Or is he silently watching you from a distance?

Your ears start to ring, shivering, you feel your head start to spin, tasting bile at the back of your throat. Taking quick and shallow breaths.

You’re hyperventilating .

Straightening your back against the tree bark you feel its rough texture digging itself into your skin. Nightgown getting caught in it. Trying to regulate your breathing, you search in your head any reasoning for what is happening. It’s a nightmare . It has got to be a nightmare. As you dig your fingers deep into your scalp, tugging at your roots the stinging sensation only serves as a reminder that this is real .

Spiraling thinking about every interaction you’ve had with Geto since the first time you saw him, he pursued you, he went out of his way to be your friend, then your boyfriend. Everybody adored him. How did it turn into this? There had always been something weird surrounding him. But nothing that would have let you believe you’d be going through this shit . He was a tad too overprotective. Yet not enough to raise red flags or have any alarms going off around you.

This wasn’t fair.

Not really surprising, but Suguru had gone after you, after waiting a few minutes. He did stand true to his word, giving you enough time to create a distance between you two before he started his chase.

But you need this moment to think about your next move.

Something snapped and that grabbed your attention, frantically looking around you don’t see any sign of him.

But the moment you go to move, you feel something press behind you. Dark eyes meeting with your wide ones “wrong move” he says, wrapping his big arms around you. Holding you against his chest. “Look at you now, you got all dirty and hurt. See what I meant when I said I need to keep you safe?” You try kicking and scratching him, but it doesn’t seem to faze him. His sheer strength and the realization that he can hurt you if he desires is soul crushing.

“Let me carry you back” he whispers against your ear “don’t try anything else. I don’t want you getting into more trouble.”

All you can bring yourself to muster up is a nod. The raw feeling of your throat is preventing you from screaming more. Feeling his lips against your hair you recoil, but Suguru doesn’t say a thing. Carrying you bridal style back to the cabin. You’re not sure of what’s going on inside his head right now, what’s his thought process or plans. He just seems content to have you in his arms.

You’ll need to think of something to escape.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work!

Do not repost or translate my words.

Divider by anitalenia

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Bang Chan: The Girl Who Didn't Cry Wolf (Part Three)

Characters: Bang Chan x fem reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, enemies-to-lovers-ish??, slowburn, werewolf/alpha!chan, (werewolf)hunter!reader, angst, sorta fluff if you think about it (minho and seungmin just really love chan), reader's kinda thrown around and choked (not in a good way), lots of mentions of death but nobody dies, [dialogue in bold is meant to be korean]

Word count: 2,990

Summary: You've learned to do whatever you can to protect yourself after an incident almost a decade ago had your father and brother dragging you to a new country to start all over even though they blamed you for what happened. After finding yourself stuck in a house of werewolves, you're forced to come to terms with your feelings over what happened back home when the alpha imprints on you and his pack claims they're keeping you prisoner. You know exactly how this will end if you give in, and yet you can't seem to get yourself to leave the sweet and charming werewolf who's willing to do anything to make you comfortable. You're just hoping that maybe there'll be a good end this time.

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“Fucking– Wake up!”

It was the fact he was being shaken that woke up Minho, not the sharp whisper in the darkness. His eyes snapped open, easily seeing Seungmin above him. He began to grumble something about him fucking off, but he noticed the panic on his brother’s face and rubbed at his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked groggily, trying to sit up but having to untangle himself from Jisung.

“I think _____ is leaving,” he hissed, eyes wide.

That woke Minho up very quickly. He froze, staring at Seungmin with equally-wide eyes. His heart fell straight into the pit of his stomach. You were leaving? You couldn’t leave! That meant death for their alpha, and if Chan died– God, what were they going to do without him?!

It was the dead of night, and you hadn’t slept that night. You just laid in bed, trying to keep your breathing and heart calm and even so Chan wouldn’t worry or suspect anything. And once you waited at least an hour after the house completely settled, you quietly stood and walked to the window.

Seungmin was just going to the bathroom, walking down the short hallway to the stairs. But having to pass your room at the top of the flight, he heard the slight creak of the window opening that he wouldn’t have heard had he been asleep. Carefully, he tip-toed to your door and pressed his ear against it just to really make sure he was hearing what he feared.

He could hear the sound of your clothes shuffling as you tried to climb out of the window, and he heard the quiet snap of a twig as your hand gripped part of the branch.

That was when he went to Minho, unsure of what to do but knowing Minho of all people would definitely find a way to keep you from leaving.

Sure enough, Minho was out of bed in seconds, effectively rousing the younger wolf who slept curled up against the wall. As he whined sleepily and mumbled to ask what was happening, the other two wolves bolted out of the bedroom, leaving the door open as they went straight for your bedroom.

Seungmin hadn’t thought to just fling open your door himself. He wasn't sure what he would do once it was open and he was face-to-face with you.

Minho tried the knob, feeling that it was locked.

Hearing the jiggle of the knob, your eyes widened and your head whipped around to look at the door. Then you turned back, working at double speed to get your body fully in the tree so you could climb your way down. You worked quickly when climbing up and down trees. It was something you were just really good at as a hunter – you kind of had to be.

A silly little door lock was no match for Minho, though. He easily broke through the locked door, and before you could drop down a couple branches to get away faster, the back of your shirt was roughly tugged on until a pair of hands grabbed under your arms and began dragging you back into the house.

Wordlessly, you were thrown backwards onto the ground with a very-not-quiet, “Oof!”

Thankfully, your head didn’t hit the hardwood floor.

Your eyes opened, and suddenly, the two wolves were bent down over you, their hands pinning you down so you couldn’t escape.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Minho demanded even though you hardly understood what he said.

From the open doorway, you could see lights starting to illuminate their faces as doors were opened and the hallway light turned on. But the thing you noticed the most was a heavy pair of footsteps racing up the stairs.

“Who said you could leave?” Minho growled, getting even more in your face than he already was. “Huh?”

“What the hell are you two doing?!” Chan’s voice boomed from the doorway.

Seungmin got up and ran toward the door, but you didn’t see where he went. You assumed to stop Chan from getting to you.

“Please just trust us!” Seungmin begged, blocking the doorway and wrapping his arms around the alpha to pin his arms to his sides.

But Seungmin wasn’t a match for Chan. He shoved him off roughly, only for Seungmin to get caught by Changbin and Hyunjin as they tried to orient themselves after being woken up from their slumbers.

Chan marched straight to Minho and grabbed him by the back of the collar. His hands were ripped off of you as Chan spun the younger wolf around to face him, his hands gripping his shoulders roughly, his nails digging into the thin fabric of his shirt.

“What the fuck are you doing to her?” he seethed.

“She’s trying to leave, Chan!” Seungmin shouted from the doorway, starting to stalk back into the room to defend Minho’s actions. “We can’t let her leave!”

The wolves in the doorway froze at his words. They looked around to each other, worry and fear on their faces and in their eyes. Their hearts sank, a pang of sadness hitting them at the mere thought of Chan starting to deteriorate after you left. 

Chan stopped, the anger slipping from his face as his brother’s words sunk in. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you, still on the floor. You could see the hurt in his eyes and the confusion on his face.

“Is– …Are you really leaving?” he asked you quietly.

You had pushed yourself to sit up on your hands, looking up at the exchange in front of you. But once he locked eyes with you, you found it hard to look at him, looking at Minho, then Seungmin who had come back into your view, then down at your feet out in front of you.

“I need to go home…” was all you mumbled in reply, brows set low and a slight frown on your face.

Chan surely had to know you had to go back eventually. Your dad and brother would go looking for you eventually, and you didn’t know what they’d do if they found you living willingly in a den of werewolves – and you didn’t want to find out, either.

All night, you fought with the idea of leaving. You didn’t know how to do it or bring it up or anything, but it had to be done. You weren’t safe there, and they weren’t safe with you there – the latter was a thought that made your eyes fill with tears that you had to use all of your strength to stop from escaping. But what really upset you was how conflicted you were because you knew you didn’t want to leave and you hated that you didn’t want to. You wanted to just…be normal. You wanted to stop having these feelings that caused an internal battle in you; that made you hear the voices of your brother and father in your head, telling you how useless and awful of a person you were.

His eyebrows furrowed as he always looked away from you, trying to work things out in his mind, mumbling, “Yeah…home…right…”

He knew he wasn’t holding you captive, so he thought maybe you were staying because you felt the pull and couldn’t ignore it. But, maybe at the beginning, you had thought you were his captive. And maybe he should’ve let you think that. He didn’t think his words would’ve been the push to make you leave.

No, even if he knew you’d leave, he wouldn’t have lied to you like that. Your comfort was his number one priority, even if it killed him in the end.

“Um–” he cleared his throat as tears started to fill his eyes as his heart silently shattered.

He was being denied. If you left, he was sure he’d never see you again, and then…he’d die. That was it.

What was worse was his pack had to watch it happen right in front of them. They had to witness the beginning of the end for their alpha. You denying him right before their very eyes, and then it would all be downhill from there. He would slowly die before their eyes after you left, over the course of a month or so. But what could they do to stop it? Force you to stay?

Chan blinked back his tears and coughed quietly as his arms fell away from Minho, “I-is there…any way I could maybe…convince you? To…stay…?”

“Please don’t make this worse,” you begged in a whisper, your eyes beginning to fill with stinging tears like they had only a couple hours ago, so you squeezed them shut.

Maybe when you opened them, he would be gone and you’d be back in your own house and all of this would’ve been some fever-induced hallucination.

“I don’t think it could get much worse,” he let out a sad, airy laugh as he scratched the back of his head. Finally, he had gained the courage to look at you. “Can I walk you out at least?”

“I…don’t think that would be good,” you replied. “For either of us.”

You still wouldn’t look at him as you stood up from the floor, and he stepped out of your way to let you go even though everything in him screamed for him to block your exit. He wanted to put his arms against your doorframe and convince you to stay. He wanted to hold you prisoner if he had to. But if you wanted to leave, he would let you. Even if it hurt.

Even though it would kill him.

Just as you turned to face the full doorway, you were shoved back in by a force that made you let out a gasp. Chan couldn’t even react, not knowing it was coming. But as his brain registered what had happened, he was suddenly being held tightly by two sets of arms and dragged backwards toward the door. His own arms were pinned to his sides while he was fighting to be released and save you from whatever or whoever had attacked.

“Stop wiggling!” Changbin grunted, as he used all of his strength to hold onto his alpha. “Just trust us!”

“Changbin, let me go!” Chan demanded as he continued to fight against his brother.

“We can’t let you die!” Felix was sobbing as he kept a tight hold on Chan, fat tears sliding down his cheeks.

Chan was finally able to see that Seungmin had tackled you to the ground. Inside the room, you had rolled with a weight on top of you, pinning you down. Your eyes opened to see Seungmin looming above you, eyes blood red as they stared down at you with such an intensity, it made you freeze up.

He figured if nobody else would do anything about it, he would take matters into his own hands. Who cares if Chan yelled at him? He’d put up with his alpha for far too long to just let him die like this. Not if he had anything to say about it.

“You’re not leaving,” he spat.

Your instincts started to kick in. You weren’t going to back down to him. You didn’t the first time, and you weren’t going to start.

Your eyes narrowed, “I’m not a prisoner here. Chan sa–”

“I don’t give a shit about what Chan said,” he scoffed. “You’re our prisoner then.”

You were confused about who ‘our’ would include, until you looked behind Seungmin. Minho stood in the doorway, eyes the same angry red as Seungmin’s. He grinned and waved with his fingers when you looked at him, then he slowly started walking toward the two of you and crouched down beside his brother.

“We know you’re no real werewolf hunter,” Seungmin continued, drawing your attention back to him. “You could never win a real fight against either of us, so I suggest you don’t go picking one. If you don’t stay put, we’ll go for round two. Understood?”

“You don’t scare me,” you told him flatly.

You were suddenly lifted up, but it happened so fast you didn’t realize he was holding you by your neck until you were slammed against the back wall. Minho’s hand gripped your neck hard enough to block your airway enough to have you gasping.

Seungmin flinched when the back of your head hit the wall. He knew they had to intimidate you, but he didn’t expect Minho to take it that far.

“Lee Minho!” Chan roared, and Changbin had to really struggle to keep the alpha at bay. Even the other wolves behind him started trying to keep him from attacking, though they were beginning to question if they should.

He growled, his face inches from yours. And all you could do was stare back, your hands clawing at Minho’s. He said everything he needed to with his red eyes that glared at you. This was a threat. And part of you felt compelled not to test him.

After what felt like forever, he released you, and with a gasp, you fell to the floor. He looked down at you for another moment before he turned and walked back to your doorway. Once he reached Seungmin, he turned around again to see you had stood up. There was a red mark forming on your neck, and his demeanor faltered for a moment, clearing his throat.

“You stay in the house,” Minho told you, but his voice wasn’t as forceful as it was before, “or one of us will hunt you down.”

Even though it was the first time Minho spoke to you in a language you could understand, you just glared at them as they stalked away. Changbin had dragged Chan back and away from the doorway so the two could leave, Minho closing the door behind him. The first thing you did was throw your boot at the closed door.

As soon as the door was closed, Changbin and the pack let go of Chan, who immediately stormed up to the two men who seemed to have orchestrated the entire plan.

“Chan, I–” Seungmin began, but the alpha’s glare was on the man next to him. 

He focused on Minho, gripping him by the collar as he seemed unfazed.

“I don’t think we really hurt her, for what it’s worth. I think she just hates us even more,” Minho noted calmly despite his angry alpha getting in his face. “She looked pretty pissed when I shut the door.”

“I said not to overstep boundaries, and to make her comfortable; I specifically told her I wasn’t going to force her to stay here!” Chan exclaimed, steam practically blowing out of his ears. “And what do you two dickheads go do?!”

“Sorry I don’t want you to die, Chan,” Minho stated plainly. 

“I would rather die than have her get hurt or be afraid of us – of me!”

“But what about us?” Seungmin asked him, getting worked up all over again. “Hmm? Does it matter what we’d rather have?”

That made Chan pause, his grip on Minho loosening.

“We know how you feel about _____’s feelings,” Felix began, still sniffling, “but…we can’t lose you.”

He was sobbing all over again, so Jeongin wrapped his arms around him and tried to shush him despite his own tears silently falling.

“If you die, what are we supposed to do?” Hyunjin asked, his lower lip quivering. “Yeah, one of us will become the new alpha, but we don’t want one of us to be alpha. We want you.”

“And what if it’s Seungmin?” Jisung wailed.

Changbin patted Chan’s shoulder, “We understand you being considerate of _____ and her feelings. We get that she’s going through a lot mentally and emotionally. But… How do I put this…?”

“You forgot to think about your pack,” Minho spat harshly as he brushed off Chan’s grip on him. “You know, the guys that have been with you for years? Your brothers? Your family?”

“Thank god some of us are thinking with our brains and not just our dick,” Seungmin mumbled, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms again.

The ones who were crying started laughing, wiping their tears on the backs of their arms or their hands. Changbin snorted and shook his head.

“It’s his heart,” Jeongin corrected. “Don’t be gross. It's 1am, I really don't want to think about Chan being so horny he'd essentially kill himself.”

Despite Jeongin trying to lighten the conversation, it was now Chan’s turn to start crying, eyes turning glossy as his lower lip quivered, “I’m– …I– …I’m so sorry. I just didn’t want _____ to be overwhelmed or unhappy, and I don’t care what happens to me as long as she’s happy. B-But… I-I didn’t think–”

He gasped before he broke down into sobs, covering his face with his hands. Changbin continued to rub his shoulder, but Seungmin was now laughing watching the alpha cry. Still, he pulled him in for a hug and let Chan cry into his shoulder.

“We get what you’re going through is a lot,” Felix nodded as he reached out to pat his back.

“We’ll do everything we can to help make it easier,” Jisung promised.

Meanwhile, in Chan’s bedroom, you were full of all sorts of emotions – none of them good. You were fuming about Seungmin and Minho throwing you around like a ragdoll, you were nervous about your family going searching for you, and you were afraid of what would happen if they did find you.

But now there wasn’t anything that you could do about the latter. You were now suddenly their captive, and because you weren’t sure which one was the alpha – you were guessing Minho or Seungmin – you were sure Chan had to abide by their rules. 

So, with a huff, you sat down on Chan’s bed and admitted defeat.

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[lastofthemadones]

Long Live Evil has me by the throat and I made a Key playlist

(I don't have a spotify account so it's on Youtube Music don't hate me) find it here

Take Me to Church - Hozier

Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

2. I Love You Like an Alcoholic - The Taxpayers

One last kiss, I love you like an alcoholic, One last kiss, I love you like a statuette, One last kiss, I need you like I need a broken leg

3. Oceanographer's Choice - The Mountain Goats

Look at that, Would you look at that, We're throwing off sparks, What will I do when I don't have you, To hold onto in the dark?

4. Howl - Florence + The Machine

The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound, I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground, And howl, Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers, Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

5. From Eden - Hozier

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword, Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

6. Bad Things - Jace Everett

I don't know what you've done to me, But I know this much is true, I wanna do bad things with you

7. It Will Come Back - Hozier

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me, Honey, don't feed me, I will come back, It can't be unlearned, I've known the warmth of your doorways, Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

8. Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run outrun my gun

9. Hurt - Johnny Cash

Everyone I know goes away, In the end, And you could have it all, My empire of dirt, I will let you down, I will make you hurt

10. We Will Commit Wolf Murder - of Montreal

Something's terrorized my psyche to get even, Lately, you're the only human I believe in

11. Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) - Fall Out Boy

I used to obsess over living, Now I only obsess over you

12. Fever - Magpie Cinema Club

Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same, but when she put her arms around him, He said, "Julie baby you're to blame, Thou giveth fever"

13. Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

See, I was dead when I woke up this morning, I'll be dead before the day is done, Before the day is done, And now all your love will be exorcised, And we will find you saying it's to be better now

14. Dust Bowl Dance - Mumford & Sons

There will come a time I will look in your eye, You will pray to the God that you always denied, Then I'll go out back, and I'll get my gun, I'll say, "You haven't met me, I am the only son"

15. Monster - Ron Pope

Make me a monster, Make me a beast, Prey on my weakness, Become my disease, I've been lovesick and empty, Cold and I'm trembling

16. Dirty Little Animals - Bones UK

It makes your blood run hot, It makes your spit taste sweet, It makes you feel more alive, Than you have ever been

[ai-manre]

Following the Roses: A Meta

Having remerged into the fandom now after a long break, I was surprised to see all the currently prevailing ideas on a lot of things. It looks like the longer we go without the books, the more cycles and counter-cycles of convictions we have as a fandom, as our echo-chamber gets more intense and the contexts that much matter so much in canon fade. It was interesting to see all the different ideas and head-canons of people regarding R+L now in particular (with many now stalwartly characterizing Rhaegar as a prophecy-obsessed lunatic who impregnated Lyanna, with or without her will, and that Lyanna later grew to hate him). That made me curious into delving back to see what the books tell us and try to see where the narrative is leading us. Or maybe, more specifically, it's the roses I want to follow. The winter roses.

**The Introduction**

GRRM does a beautiful misdirection in the first book. Having Ned associate Lyanna again and again with the winter roses in his thoughts, by the time the origin of the winter roses is shown in Ned's last chapter, we have already associated Lyanna singularly with the roses. Rather than feeling the full impact of them being associated with her. So I'd like to go through the winter roses chronologically instead, according to the timeline.

**What is the narrative telling us?**

>Yet when the jousting began, the day belonged to Rhaegar Targaryen. The crown prince wore the armor he would die in: gleaming black plate with the three-headed dragon of his House wrought in rubies on the breast. A plume of scarlet silk streamed behind him when he rode, and it seemed no lance could touch him. Brandon fell to him, and Bronze Yohn Royce, and even the splendid Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning.

>Robert had been jesting with Jon and old Lord Hunter as the prince circled the field after unhorsing Ser Barristan in the final tilt to claim the champion's crown. Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when*Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty's laurel in Lyanna's lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost*.

>*Ned Stark reached out his hand to grasp the flowery crown, but beneath the pale blue petals the thorns lay hidden. He felt them clawing at his skin, sharp and cruel, saw the slow trickle of blood run down his fingers, and woke, trembling, in the dark.*

>*Promise me, Ned, his sister had whispered from her bed of blood. She had loved the scent of winter roses. "Gods save me," Ned wept. "I am going mad."

This is the origin of the winter roses according to the timeline. We do not get mentions of Lyanna with the winter roses before Rhaegar crowned her with them. When Bran looks back in time and sees Lyanna, she's not seen around those roses. When the Northmen discuss her in her childhood, they don't mention her roses, only her horse-riding skills. In Howland's story of the wolf maid, she is not associated with them. Winter roses start featuring prominently around Lyanna Stark only after Rhaegar crowns her with them. Considering this to be the origin of the roses, I would find it safe to interpret that the roses don't solely symbolize Lyanna, but rather *the bond that grew between Rhaegar and Lyanna*. This way, the roses also work as a great narrative device for Ned to covertly think of R+L without directly giving it away to the readers.

This interpretation fits in very well with the next words, where Ned reaches out to touch the flower crown and feels the thorns underneath that claw at him. The beauty of the petals was hiding the "sharp and cruel" thorns underneath which could draw blood. Just like R+L's love which likely seemed a thing of great beauty to them, but resulted in pain and suffering for both of them and all around them. If, as some other interpretations go, the roses were meant to symbolize only Lyanna as a Stark maiden or represent her connection to Winterfell, it would make no sense for the sharp and cruel thorns to appear underneath.

In the words after, Ned describes her words from bed of blood and again, seemingly out of nowhere mentions how she had loved the scent of winter roses. Why was this sentence put here? In the middle of a seemingly irrelevant of her death? Following the narrative flow of where the roses began a few sentences ago, the meaning is clear. Lyanna had loved the scent of winter roses, loved the beauty of her bond with Rhaegar, maybe ignorant or uncaring of the thorns underneath.

>"And now it begins," said Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. He unsheathed Dawn and held it with both hands. The blade was pale as milkglass, alive with light. "No," Ned said with sadness in his voice. "Now it ends." As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. "Eddard!" she called. *A storm of **rose** petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as **blue** as the eyes of death.*

This is our next memory of Lyanna after the crowning at Harrenhal. Ned clashes with the Kingsguard trying to get to Lyanna, Ned's subconscious and the narrative associates this clash against a background of *storm of rose petals as blue as the eyes of death*. Again, the rose petals are associated with things like pain and blood and death. The blood-streaked sky is the background of the war, the war sparked by R+L's actions, the beautiful petals are still blowing, though they are "death". Rhaegar who is dead and Lyanna who is dying, their love that has started the fire that killed them both and many more including all the kingsguard and many northmen here here. (Though the situation was far more nuanced than just R+L being responsible for all the bloodshed that happened).

> "I was with her when she died," Ned reminded the king. "She wanted to come home, to rest beside Brandon and Father." He could hear her still at times. *Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses.* Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister's eyes. *Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the **rose** petals spilling from her palm, dead and black.* After that he remembered nothing. They had found him still holding her body, silent with grief. The little crannogman, Howland Reed, had taken her hand from his. Ned could recall none of it. "I bring her flowers when I can," he said. *"Lyanna was … fond of flowers."*

Now we come to her death. Ned remembers her room which had smelled of blood and roses. More importantly, he recalls the rose petals spilling from her palm as she died, implying that she had been holding on to them until the point of the death. The fact that her room smelled of roses itself implies that she had been making an effort to keep the roses around her, nothing was forcing her to have them around considering Rhaegar had left her months ago and died as well. (Unless anyone thinks evil Rhaegar ordered his Kingsguard to keep bringing roses to her against Lyanna's will? Or that the Kingsguard wanted to force her to continue having the roses around her? Imo that's ridiculous). It seems clear if we follow the narrative that the only roses these can be are the winter roses which connects her with Rhaegar. The fact that she took the effort to keep surrounding herself with roses, that she held onto the roses *until the moment of her death*, seems pretty irrefutable proof that she loved Rhaegar till the very end.

I have seen interpretations before that she was holding onto the roses as they symbolized her connection with Winterfell and her home. Apart from the reasons I had already mentioned above regarding why the roses clearly don't represent Winterfell, there is also the fact that if Lyanna wanted a connection to her home, her brother Ned Stark should be a much clearer option to cling onto rather than the roses connected heavily with Rhaegar (who according to this interpretation, she must have grown to hate). If it was only about her desire for home, we would have only gotten mentions of how hard she clung to Ned, there was no reason to mention the roses. But they were mentioned. And she did. She clung onto the roses as hard as she'd clung on to Ned, until death forced her to let go. This is capital R romanticism, Rhaegar died with Lyanna's name on his lips, Lyanna died with his roses (the last remnant of their love) in her palm. They died thinking of each other. And the roses, the roses are now "dead and black" just as both of them are.

After remembering that moment, Ned tells Robert that he brings her flowers. That Lyanna had loved flowers (note the ellipses). Lyanna had loved the scent of winter roses, even as they'd brought her death. She had loved Rhaegar, even as that brought her so much pain.

> Her eyes burned, green fire in the dusk, like the lioness that was her sigil. "The night of our wedding feast, the first time we shared a bed, he called me by your sister's name. He was on top of me, in me, stinking of wine, and he whispered Lyanna." *Ned Stark thought of pale blue roses, and for a moment he wanted to weep.* "I do not know which of you I pity most."The queen seemed amused by that. "Save your pity for yourself, Lord Stark. I want none of it."

Next, Ned thinks of the roses when he speaks with Cersei. And this, I love this!! Ned having to confront Robert's love for his sister and all that had cost him (not getting into Robert's vices here), knowing that Lyanna had loved Rhaegar. To see his friend cost himself a life and the love of Cersei by not getting over Lyanna, unknowing that Lyanna had never loved him! What Ned doesn't know but the narrative enriches is "I do not know which of you I pity the most" because Cersei had wanted Rhaegar as much as Robert had wanted Lyanna. Both were defeated so thoroughly by R+L's love for eachother.

>He was walking through the crypts beneath Winterfell, as he had walked a thousand times before. The Kings of Winter watched him pass with eyes of ice, and the direwolves at their feet turned their great stone heads and snarled. Last of all, he came to the tomb where his father slept, with Brandon and Lyanna beside him. "Promise me, Ned," Lyanna's statue whispered. *She wore a garland of pale blue roses, and her eyes wept blood.* Eddard Stark jerked upright, his heart racing, the blankets tangled around him. The room was black as pitch, and someone was hammering on the door. "Lord Eddard," a voice called loudly.

Nothing much here, just Lyanna again with her garland of roses (aka R+L) reminding Ned of his promise to protect their only son. This is a covert reference to R+L=J. With this, we end Ned's POV and move on to the next references of winter roses.

>She smiled again, a flash of white teeth. *"And she never sung you the song o' the winter rose?" "I never knew my mother. Or any such song."*

The next time the mentions of winter roses crop up again is in Jon's story, where Ygritte asks him if his mother had never sung the song of winter rose to him. To which he responds that he'd never known his mother or such a song, unknowing that this song was the hint to his mother, that this song represented her life.

>North or south, singers always find a ready welcome, so Bael ate at Lord Stark's own table, and played for the lord in his high seat until half the night was gone. The old songs he played, and new ones he'd made himself, and he played and sang so well that when he was done, the lord offered to let him name his own reward. 'All I ask is a flower,' Bael answered, 'the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o' Winterfell.'"

>*"Now as it happened the winter roses had only then come into bloom, and no flower is so rare nor precious. So the Stark sent to his glass gardens and commanded that the most beautiful o' the winter roses be plucked for the singer's payment. And so it was done. But when morning come, the singer had vanished . . . and so had Lord Brandon's maiden daughter. Her bed they found empty, but for the pale blue rose that Bael had left on the pillow where her head had lain." Jon had never heard this tale before.*

A singer and a Stark maiden. The Stark girl who loved Bael so much that she'd given him a son (just as Jon himself was born) and who later threw herself off a tower when her son brought her Bael's head. Quite a few narrative resonances here, death of the Stark maid in a tower, a relative who had a hand in the death of her love. "No flower so rare nor precious". Is there anything so rare and precious as true, unconditional love? As Maester Aemon says, "We are only human after all, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory and our great tragedy."

> But there were others with faces he had never known in life, faces he had seen only in stone. *The slim, sad girl who wore a crown of pale blue roses and a white gown spattered with gore could only be Lyanna.* - Theon V, ACOK

The next mention is, oddly enough, in Theon's prophetic dreams. Again, Lyanna is associated with the crown of roses Rhaegar gave her and death. The white gown might represent marriage as it is an interesting detail to have mentioned (instead of just calling it a gown) but I don't have strong opinions on it either way.

The next mention is the most interesting to me, as for the first time, the roses lead to the future rather than the past.

>Then phantoms shivered through the murk, images in indigo. Viserys screamed as the molten gold ran down his cheeks and filled his mouth. A tall lord with copper skin and silver-gold hair stood beneath the banner of a fiery stallion, a burning city behind him. Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman's name. . . . mother of dragons, daughter of death . . . Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king who cast no shadow. A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire. . . . mother of dragons, slayer of lies . . . Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . . - Dany IV, ACOK

>"Perhaps," she said reluctantly. "Yet the things I saw . . .""A dead man in the prow of a ship, a blue rose, a banquet of blood . . . what does any of it mean, Khaleesi? A mummer's dragon, you said. What is a mummer's dragon, pray?" - Dany V, ACOK

And what a lovely image it is. Jon, the sole child of Rhaegar and Lyanna, the only remnant of their love, growing at the Wall. For once, the imagery is overwhelmingly positive. The beautiful blue rose, against all odds, flourishes in the harshest of environments and what's more, it "fills the air with sweetness". Rhaegar and Lyanna might have died, but the child that resulted from their bond is making the world better.

The Conclusion

What's more, even in the latest calendar illustration GRRM had [commissioned](https://www.reddit.com/r/ImaginaryWesteros/comments/1093bgk/2024_calendar_cover_art_by_justin_sweet/), we know instinctively that it is Rhaegar and Lyanna thanks to the winter roses. Rhaegar who crowned Lyanna with these roses. Lyanna who died clutching them till the last moment. Their son who fights to protect the realms of men, doing the duty of a King without even knowing that he is one, that he is the King of the narrative. The blue rose who continues to bloom in the harshest of places.

The significance that in the text, it's Jon and only **JON** who is connected with/represented as the blue winter rose is important. Neither of the Stark maidens, Sansa or Arya, are ever connected with the blue rose in the text itself despite both having love for flowers. No other Stark has this motif in their story. The motif belongs solely to Bael and his Lady Stark, to Rhaegar and Lyanna, to Jon himself. It's the motif of love. Prince Rhaegar had loved his Lady Lyanna and thousands died for it. Lady Lyanna had loved her Prince Rhaegar and their child is saving the realms of men.

The roses that bloomed for them and between them. That showed how beautiful their love was and how painful. The world is cruel, the world is beautiful.

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Just a "lil" silly request but can I request a werewolf! Miguel with Kitsune! Reader. Probably some wholesome hcs or a story with them with their newly born children. It's up to you if you wanna add some soft lewd into it or not.

A/N: this sounds kinda cute

Werewolf!Miguel x Kitsune(fox)Reader!

When the two of you first met, you were laying in the middle of the forest, injured. You were in fox form and had gotten into a hunter's trap. You managed to escape and ran far, entering your human form and laying against a tree trunk, nursing your injured ankle.

You were suspectable to predators, considering you were a bit smaller and hardly know how to defend yourself. You bring leaves to surround yourself to mask the scent of your blood, hoping it'll work. It worked for awhile as you tended to your ankle, turning into your fox form to lick your wound and whimper. Unfortunately, there was one nose that had a good sense of smell. A wolf.

You could smell the strong scent from nearly a smile away, and it was closing in quick. You attempted to run out of sheer panic, but your injured foot slowed you down. Soon, you came face to face with the large predator. He loomed over you, wind rustling his blue fur, red eyes fixated on you. You cowered to the ground, ears flat against your head, making noise of distress as he inched closer.

You shut your eyes when his wet nose sniffed you, and yelped when his teeth dug gently into your scruff and lifted you up off the ground. He carried you to his den, and you noticed he was a lone wolf. You kept trembling, whimpering, scared that these were your last moments. Up until he laid you down on his nest and shifted into his human form.

The wolf stood at 6'9, body hairy and muscles rippling. "It's okay," he said gently, squatting down, reaching out a hand to scratch the spot behind your ear, "I'm not going to hurt you."

He's a wolf. A lone wolf at that. He could hurt you. But his eyes were gentle, even if his expression remained neutral. So, you shifted back into your human form, covering your bare breasts. That night, the wolf-named Miguel-tended your foot and brought you bird to eat.

From there, a relationship blossomed.

In fox form, you laid on his back as he trudged through the thick brush of the forest, hunting down meek prey or going to a lake to bathe. You quite enjoyed relaxing on his huge body in both animal form and human form. He was big, warm, and inviting. He never minded the company either. He quite enjoyed having you around.

Miguel one day brought you the pelt of a elk, presenting it as a gift, as a way of asking for you to me his mate. Which you accepted and worn it in your human form.

Miguel became extra protective once you became his mate. He growled if anything came near the cave or walked too close to you, looking out for any threats.

As humans, he hugged you close, littering you in kisses, adoring you.

The sex? Holy fuck. You two only fucked in human form, and boy, did Miguel go crazy. Especially when he fell into a rut. He fucked you for hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, and once he's knotted, he'll calm own long enough to tend to you, right before his mind is overrun in lust and he obliterates your pussy.

He always took care of you after, especially after his ruts. Miguel felt bad for putting you through that, but you enjoyed it. Told him he had no reason to worry, but he always worried. You were precious to him, and he the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

Then you fell pregnant and he was all over you. Making sure you ate enough food, brought you enough water, stood guard at the entrance of the cave and scaring anything away. You gave birth to two kids, a boy and a girl, and you loved them so much. They were hybrids, a mix of a fox and wolf.

Miguel praised you for doing a wonderful job for the labor, and made sure you recovered from the long labor. He took good care of his family, even deciding to merge into human society. The kids had to get used to staying in human form and going to school, and you staying at home to be a dutiful house wife, and Miguel getting a job.

It was a rough transition, but you guys managed.

Sometimes you wondered how that day would've gone differently. The day you were injured. If Miguel either ate you or never found you, or if you never got injured. Would life be the same? Different? So many possibilities, but as you did dishes, staring out the window to watch the children play, you smile.

Miguel comes up behind you and hugs you, kissing your neck. "What are you thinking about, my love?"

You turn around and hug him, sighing softly. "Nothing, my love." You squeal when he spins you around and drowns you in kisses, swatting at his chest when you got water on your brand new clothes.

Yeah, life is great.

[alienvspredator-art]

REQUEST: Predator smut

Ralatioship: Male reader/ Wolf predator.

Warning: SMUT/NSWF. Minors don’t interact!!

Title: Can we have a smut fic of Wolf with a male!reader who likes a lot to tease by messing with his hair and it backfires always?

You smiled as you remembered how it all started, you never imagined that he would reciprocate your feelings, he was an elite Yautja, someone who seemed unattainable.

And you got along well, well, your relationship included a lot of pranks, you two had fun together in a love-hate situation, he made fun of how small you were and you told him that he wasn't as good a hunter as he seemed.

But oh God... how much you wanted him, all that hatred you pretended to have for him disappeared when you focused on his body, his chiseled abdomen and his strong arms, as time went by the jokes diminished, suddenly you acted nervously in front of him. You started to avoid his gaze and blushed when he was around.

You fell in love.

When you finally took courage and confessed your feelings to him, he just watched you, he didn't say anything and left you standing there. Thank goodness you didn't make a public statement, you were already embarrassed enough by the 'rejection'.

You didn't want to see him anymore or show your face, you wanted the earth to swallow you.

But to your surprise, Wolf looked for you at your house later and he talked to you more calmly, he explained to you that he was just joking and that he was also attracted to you, you almost hit him. Again he had gotten his way.

Now they had been together for some time, but nothing had happened, he spent his time busy hunting for him or training the Young Blood and you spent your time on other missions. When he finally returned to the house, you approached him with your hands on your waist.

“And good? Do you think we can finally be alone? “ you asked.

“I think so,” he said.

“I think so…” you repeated, you frowned and approached him, you raised your head so you could look him in the eyes, he was much taller than you. “Damn, I wish you could stay today, but I guess you have another mission, right? That's why you're so thoughtful.”

He nodded, you already assumed it, you knew him well.

“You know that I’m from the elite and that I don't have that much free time” he explained.

“And if... just for today, you stay with me.” Your cheeks burned.

He scoffed “you can't live without me.”

You stretched out your hand and reached for one of the tendrils that swung over his shoulders, the reaction was immediate, he took your wrist.

You knew that those dreadlocks were sensitive, they were an erogenous part of his body and he always pushed you roughly when you tried to touch him, as if he wanted to avoid something.

But you wished he wouldn't avoid anything.

Aware of what your decision could mean, you reached out with your other hand and lightly tugged on a pair of tendrils. He let out a soft grunt and his breathing became irregular. You continued running your hand over his face, over his jaws. He let go of your other hand.

You ran down his abdomen, his skin was so different from yours, so exotic and hot; Then you returned to his head where you deliberately pulled on his dreadlocks, causing him to let out a quite audible moan, it was a kind of low growl that caused your legs to tremble.

You removed your hands and raised an eyebrow:

“And good? I think you can't live without me either.” You said, so sure of yourself.

He growled, but he didn't seem angry, he just pushed you into the dining room, you were left with your abdomen against the wood and your feet dangling over the edge. He raised his hands up your thighs, he could already feel his hard member beginning to stand up, there were so many nights in which he dreamed of you, it was easy to get excited.

“Do you want to play dirty?” his voice sounded different, thicker, hotter, you made an effort to get up and he imprisoned your hands in yours, bringing his body closer to your back.

You couldn't take it anymore. Your body asked for him.

And Wolf wanted you too but he was worried... you were smaller, he didn't want to hurt you and he wasn't really sure if this was what you wanted. He just needed to hear no and he would leave you alone.

“It's okay” you whispered, your own member began to throb, you just wanted him to make you his and that's it. Here and now, in the kitchen, the place didn't matter to you! You only cared about being with him.

Those brief words ignited his body, you unbuttoned your pants and let them fall down your legs, he put a finger towards your hole and a moan escaped your lips when he introduced a little bit inside you, he repeated the action several times, preparing you, to It was like a wonderful torture and moans escaped your lips, you couldn't control yourself.

Wolf caressed you without haste, enjoying your body and moments later he unbuckled his belt and his loincloth fell to the floor, his member was free, he felt relieved to get rid of the pressure, you turned your head a little and he dresses; It was thick, big and ridged, much better than you had imagined and it had some lubricant on the tip.

You clenched your fists, angry at not finding anything you could hold on to on the smooth table, right after you felt the strong grip of his hands on your hips, distracting you from your search.

It was your last chance to refuse, but there was nothing else you wanted more than to be with him, you relaxed your body.

He began to enter you, his hands left your hips and placed themselves on the table.

“Shit!” He exclaimed, he was about to collapse on your back, you were so tight and he couldn't stop a growl from leaving his lips.

“F-fuck!”You said, the immense stretch caused you a wave of pleasure and pain, you once thought about not being able to bear the entire length of him, but now you couldn't think clearly.

He gave you a few moments to breathe, you adjusted your own angle on the table and then he started fucking you.

You could feel him so deep inside you, all those strange textures of his own skin, all his movements, he went in and out, maintaining a slow and long rhythm, the pain slowly faded away, you were adjusting to his girth and you wanted to. further.

“C-come on, I like this, don't stop!” You have never felt more complete, ever.

Wolf increased the speed of his thrusts, making you delirious and scream, he growled, above you, he spoke in his own language, as if he had forgotten all the English you had taught him.

You were so close...

And then you clenched your fists so hard, you felt your own release and he was still pushing into you, dragging you to a second orgasm, your inner walls squeezing his member tightly, he wasn't going to last any longer.

With a deafening roar he came inside you, spilling his seed until he filled you completely, you felt all that heat embrace inside you, flooding you, the liquid ran down your legs and Wolf was still ejaculating.

“F-fuck…” You whispered, he pulled away from you.

“I think I've won this fight” Wolf said, you rolled your eyes, you were about to complain when he pushed you away from the table and brought you closer to his chest, you were both sweaty, you were still agitated but he just held you against his body, you knew that this was his own way of showing you his affection, yautja weren't usually loving, but here Wolf was, hugging your body, because you were the most precious thing to him.

You smiled, “I love you,” you said, you weren’t sure you could stay standing, you were exhausted, but luckily, he was by your side.