#and the whole house is covered in wolf fur and is just a little too small for three adults and two young children

[konigsblog]

odd choice for hybrid ask, feel free to skip this but!

german shepherd Soap/lamb reader/wolf Simon!

Reader is just a dumb little lamb that wanders too close to the fence and ended up getting mounted by big bad wolf simon!

And Soap is no better too! he's supposed to take care of you, just for him to 'herd' you into the corner and fucked you silly!

bad dogs :((!

oh, anon... you're killing me with this fantastic concept, thank you !!

tw: non-con, dubcon, dog-human hybrid, wolf-human hybrid, sheep-human hybrid.

dead dove: do not eat. MDNI, 18+

In fact, johnny has a whole house to sleep in, his owner being a strict and stern man, price. johnny finds himself sneaking out at nighttime when he's supposed to be fast asleep, sneaking off into the woods in the dusk night to find his wolf, simon, curled in his nest. they're mucking around; playing and tugging at eachother like dogs do — until something catches their attention, a soft whimper, almost a ‘baa..’ sound.

simon being a wolf can already sense the strong grassy scent, he huffs until he finds a trail, a little lamb curled up in fear when she sees two dogs, feral and wild. simon tried not to use you, he did try. but, being a wolf is difficult; he has needs and a strong obsession with sheep and lamb's, their vulnerability. he digs his canines into the back of your neck, taking you over to his nest while german-shepard!soap sniffs you, his tail wagging erratically with curiosity. johnny watches and learns as simon humps and mounts your ass, sliding his thick and veiny cock between your wet folds, his growls and snarls deep and threatening.

his claws get mangled in your curly fur, drawing blood and crimson as it covers your coat. just like johnny had learned, he begins grinding against you as if he was in heat, humping you ‘til he finishes over you. a stupid, sheep-human hybrid getting lost, with two cruel dogs. :(

johnny, of course, has to go home eventually. price smells the strong scent of grass from your fur, sweat and sex. whilst bathing him, he asks about the pungent smell, but he's left without an answer and let's johnny go out for a while regardless.

johnny finds wolf!simon growling and sinking his teeth onto your neck and ear, raping you whilst you bleed. :(

[nina-ya]

Little Red's Desires (Ace x Reader NSFW)

A/N: HIHIHIHI This was a trade originally done for @raddelusionaldive and her oc Harper for a trade in my server!! I had a lot of fun writing this I always love writing for ace!! Pairing: Ace x AFAB reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, modern au but like that's barely relevant, car sex, hair pulling (ace gets his pulled), p in v sex, riding, creampie, uh I think that's all! • masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

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Costume parties- one of the few events where it's acceptable, almost required, to dress up as the most outlandish things and get away with it. The ridiculous, the elaborate, the downright absurd. And naturally, you and Ace had to participate. You would of course show off these outfits at a random house party you were invited to by one of your friends. 

The freckled man had chosen a werewolf costume with faux fur paws, clip on ears, a collar with a little charm dangling from the center, and the fangs- cheap and poorly fitted, but perfectly Ace. His all-black outfit was decorated with touches of gold accents that shined under the dim lights of the party, and the piece de resistance, his coat was merely there to cover his arms, leaving his chest out there for the world to admire. 

Meanwhile, you had opted to match him with a Little Red Riding Hood outfit. Innocence and fierceness all wrapped up in a crimson cloak and a flash of red lipstick. You were adjusting your ensemble when a familiar presence broke you out of your focus. 

When you looked up, there Ace was, already grinning, plastic fangs glinting under the dim lights. Ace had arrived to the party fashionably late, though you knew that he would be held up by his job. However, this knowledge did not stop the smile that graced your face at the sight of him finally making his appearance. He prowled over, eyes fixed on her like you were a prize he had been hunting for hours. 

“Well look at you, Red,” he drawled, leaning close, fangs bared in a shameless grin. “Pretty sure I’m supposed to be the one doing the hunting tonight, but here you are aiming straight for my heart with that outfit.”

You couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped past your lips. “Not my fault the big bad wolf decided to leave his chest out,” you teased, your fingers lightly toying with the fur on his coat. “Makes you an easy target, don’t you think?”

The banter came naturally like it always does when it comes to you two, but tonight the costumes added a layer of intrigue to the whole exchange, bringing out a whole new side of you. Throughout the entire night, you caught him stealing glances at you, finding excuses to always be by your side despite your respective friends pulling you in separate directions. He was just a guy in a werewolf costume yearning for the girl who had chosen to be his Red. 

He caught you later on in the night, approaching you as you sipped a mystery concoction that was sure to give you a hangover the next morning. 

“So, Red Riding Hood, what are you doing around these parts?” His fingers settled under your chin, playfully tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Didn’t anyone tell you there’s a wolf on the loose?”

You raised an eyebrow, scarlet lips curving into a daring smile. “Well, maybe I was looking for trouble.” You poked his chest, finger lingering on his warm skin. “But it seems like I found something… softer.”

Ace chuckled, clearly delighted by the back and forth. “Soft? Alright, I’ll let that side.” He placed his hand dramatically over his heart, pretending to be wounded by your words. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Red.”

“Cute?” You scoffed, “Pretty bold for a guy in cheap fangs.”

His mouth quirked up as he tilted his head, giving you a good, hard look that sent a thrill through her. His fingers traced from your chin down your neck and across your collarbone until they found the edge of your cloak, his thumb tracing along the fabric. “Cheap fangs, maybe. But I make ‘em work, don’t I?”

Ace was way too good at this and you found yourself at a loss for words for the first time that night. In a bid to keep yourself grounded, you glanced down at the drink in his hand and plucked it away, drinking the contents before stacking the now-empty cup under your existing drink. 

“Hey!” He protested, reaching for it, but it was futile as the drink was long gone. “You-Red, you’re ruthless.”

You just laughed, both at the action and the way he almost broke character all over stealing his booze. “Maybe I can be a little dangerous too. Besides, wolves shouldn’t be drinking. They might forget what they’re hunting.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, sending a shiver down your spine. Ace leaned in, lips lightly caressing your ear as he muttered to you, “maybe so. Tell you what, if you’re so dangerous, why don’t you show me?” 

You could swear her heart stopped just for a beat at the proposition, her mind running through all the different scenarios he could possibly be thinking – of course most of them involving much much less clothing. You gnawed at your lip and turned to face him meeting his black eyes as you slid away from him, extending your hand to his, fingers outstretched in an invitation. “Now why would I reveal my tricks so early in the night?” you asked. “Dance with me, and maybe I’ll show you.” 

Without a second thought, Ace slipped his hand into yours as you pulled him close, a grin of satisfaction curving your lips. 

The music thrummed in the background, loud enough to drown out any conversation you were having from curious ears. Ace began to dance with you, spinning you around in a way that had you praying for dear life that your drink didn't spill under the excuse that he just wanted to see the way your dress twirls. You were in their own little world, almost forgetting that you were in a crowded party. 

Every now and then, he’d lean down, whispering nonsense in your ear such as remarks about how he was definitely a much more terrifying wolf than the other guy across the room, or complaining about the itchiness of the fake fur gloves. And you would laugh, the sound sometimes drawing glances from others, but you hardly noticed, not when you were with him. It was nice that you could revel in the silliness of the holiday, the harmless play, and flirt with lines that you may not be able to say on an ordinary day. 

Ace let out a dramatic sigh, his hands settling on your hips as his eyes raked over you. “Guess we’re going to have to start coming to more of these things if it means seeing you like this,” he murmured, almost to himself. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the wolf here is starting to look a little lovesick.” 

He leaned closer, feigning innocence as his fingers traced your side. “Nah, just… captivated is all.” His hand squeezed your side, emphasizing his words. “Can’t blame me, can you?”

You didn’t respond, instead, you slipped a hand up his chest, reaching his neck and playing with the collar that adorned it. You eyed the accessory dangling from the center, tracing your fingers along the ridges until you gripped the charm hanging from the center, making eye contact with Ace once more. Before he could ask what you were doing, you tugged him in, brushing your lips softly over his. Ace’s eyes widened for just a moment before his hands slipped around your waist, pulling you in as he responded by capturing your lips in a slow, searing kiss. You barely heard the delighted whistles of encouragement from the onlookers, and you only broke apart when the playful shout of “get a room!” carried over the music. 

You two pulled apart, slightly breathless, smiling at each other as Ace took initiative and took ahold of your hand, gently tugging you. “Looks like that's our cue, isn't it?” he said, backing up as he started to guide you out of the house.

You slipped out of the crowded room, past all of the laughter and thumping music, into the quiet of a hallway where Ace’s pace quickened, weaving the two of you through the partygoers with you right at his side, laughing as you reached the door. Once outside, Ace pulled you through the cars parked out front until he found his, fumbling in his pocket for his keys until he was able to unlock the door with a beep. The two of you wasted no time. You climbed into the backseat over Ace, settling onto his lap as his hands latched around your waist, gripping tightly. 

It was suffocatingly close in the car, air dense with tension. Each breath seemed to grow shorter as Ace’s hands roamed over your body, trailing up your sides, slipping beneath the edge of your dress, claiming whatever they found. 

“You got the look down,” you murmured, voice low as you leaned in and captured his lips in a deep kiss. You pulled back briefly and adjusted in his lap, feeling him already hard against you, straining against the fabric. “Big bad wolf… but I don't think you’re as scary as you let on,” you said as you rolled your hips against his, pulling a groan from the man. 

Ace’s laugh was a rough, throaty rumble as his fingers tightened their hold on you, pushing you down as he rolled his up into you. “You’re in dangerous territory, Red,” he huffed out.

His hands slid further up your dress with a slow, savoring touch, fingertips dancing along your thighs and up until a hand settled between your legs, fingers pressing into the soaked spot of your panties. His gaze darkened, lips curling into a smug smirk as he slid your panties aside, prodding at the wetness. 

“Eager aren’t you?” he murmured, voice dripping with a rough-edged satisfaction. He removed his fingers and his hand reached for his mouth, taking in the digits and tasting your essence. His fingers popped out of his mouth, and he smirked at the lust-blown look on your face as you witnessed the action. 

Wordlessly, he reached down and fumbled with the buckle of his pants, metal softly clinking as he freed himself from his pants. You looked down and saw the tip glistening with precum, aching to be inside of you. He lifted you up enough to position himself under you, the tip smearing your arousal against him, and he pushed in. deep. The head of his cock pushed through your entrance and he filled you up, stretching you around him and reaching places you didn’t think was possible. 

His hips met yours with a sharp thrust, and he set a punishing pace that left you gasping and scrambling for balance. Ace’s mouth found your neck, his hot breath teasing against the sensitive skin before his teeth scraped down to your shoulder. The strap of your dress slipped down under his rough hands until, with a sharp tug, it gave way, the delicate sound of tearing fabric swallowed by a low and hungry groan. 

Your top slipped, baring one breast to the cool air, and he wasted no time, his mouth latching around your nipple, tongue swirling and teeth nipping at the sensitive bud, pulling a series of breathy moans from your throat. Your back arched, pressing further into him and his other hand gripped your clothed breast, leaving faint impressions of his fingers as he devoured every part of you that he could reach. 

All of the sensations- the suffocating cramped space of the car, the way his cock is deliciously thrusting up into you, his mouth and hand on your breasts- it was almost too much, and you were sent into a spiral, broken gasps and sobs slipping past your lips the longer he went on. 

Confidence fueled by the wild intensity of the moment had your fingers threading through Ace’s hair, pulling back with a harsh tug. His hips faltered for a moment as he moaned out, surrendering as you pushed him back against the worn leather seat, reveling in the way his body just yielded to you. You took the moment to breathe as you looked into his hungry eyes and took over. 

“Fuck-” Ace panted out. “Look’s like I-I’m the prey tonight, hah,” Ace continued in an attempt to tease you. But you silenced him with a sharp glare, muttering a ‘shut up’ as you set your own rhythm, bouncing on his cock in a way that made him let out a breathy groan. 

His hands found your waist, guiding you and helping you find the perfect angle as you rode him, the sound of the car creaking under your movements fills the air alongside your shared gasps. The way he filled you wasn’t enough. There was a hunger growing in you that you needed to satisfy. You gripped his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin as you moved faster, chasing your high with every roll of your hips.

His eyes were glued to your form, drinking in the way you lost yourself in the haze, and the only sounds leaving his lips now were breathy moans and low curses as you inflicted more pleasure upon him.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned out, voice strained. “Keep going, just like that.” 

The urgency in his voice was utterly intoxicating, every syllable that he utters pushing you further into the bliss you craved. You could feel the pleasure building inside of you and you tightened around him, feeling him twitch in response and giving your hips a squeeze.

And then it happened. The dam of pleasure broke, euphoria crashing over you as you surrendered to the waves of ecstasy. You cried out, the sound raw and unfiltered as your body began to quiver, muscles spasming and clenching around him. The rush was all-consuming, a blinding light that left you trembling and gasping for breath. 

The sensation of your release pulsed like wildfire, your hole creaming around him, slick and warm. You could feel his breath hitching in his throat, his hands gripping your waist tighter as he guided you through your orgasm. 

“Shit, Red…” he breathed, voice trembling as he felt your walls clench tighter around him, squeezing him like a vice. His thrusts became frantic, each push somehow deeper than the last, and with a final surge of energy, he followed you over the edge, his own release crashing over him as his cock pulsed inside of you, coating your insides with ropes of milky white cum. 

As your highs intertwined, the world outside faded into oblivion. You collapsed against his sweat-slicked body, both of you breathing heavily as you took a moment to recover. You were the first to break the silence as you remembered that you had snuck off from the party, muttering, “you think anyone noticed?” 

Ace let out a sigh, looking down at you with a smirk. “Yeah, they probably noticed,” he replied, placing a kiss on your temple. “We should probably clean up before someone comes knocking at my window saying I'm blocking their car.”

You giggled and nodded, capturing his lips in a chaste kiss before attempting to pull yourself together, despite your chest hanging out due to your ripped dress. That didn’t bother you too much though, rather you were more focused on how your limbs now feel like jelly, courtesy of the man in the wolf costume right beneath you.

What a Happy Halloween indeed. 

[taintandviolent]

howlin' for you ; Kai Anderson x reader

summary: Winter throws a Halloween party, Kai dresses up as a werewolf, and “hunts” you, one of Winter’s hotter friends. How cute, you dressed up like a cat for the party. He knows that masked, it’s the only way you’d ever consider fucking him. w a r n i n g s: 3.4k words! hard to get!reader, dubcon / slight non-con, rough sex, unprotected sex, rough blowjobs, handjobs, mask kink, mentions of fucking in animal costumes, animal noises, despite all that this isn't a furry fic. a/n: [🎃 part of #lizzie's halloween fics! 🎃] baby's first Kai fic... be gentler than he was to reader. full fic & taglist under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! / ♪ recommended playlist here! ♪

You peel your eyes open, reaching blindly for the flat, room-temperature can of soda on the floor.

“Hello?”

A pause. You take a sip.

“Hey Winter. Yeah… yeah, I’m still coming.”

She asks if you decided on a costume.

“Yeah, I’m going to wear that kitty outfit. The one with the fur on the tummy.” You sniff, and add: “Is your fuckin’ weirdo brother going to be there?”

Winter pauses. “Yeah, Y/N… we live in the same house. I can’t lock him in his basement.”

“I fucking will, then.”

“Go for it.”

You hang up the phone.

-

You take a deep breath and open the door. It’s crowded and there’s bodies everywhere; undulating to the music or clustered in corners. The room smells like the inside of your trick-or-treat bag as a kid; a melange of candy, fabric and latex. There’s a fog machine going in the corner, and it hisses as you walk by.

Winter has decorated the place adorably; black and orange streamers hang from every corner and are stretched across the entire living room. There’s bowls of candy on the coffee table, flanked by little paper table toppers of various spooky characters. As you walk by, you flick one, smiling as it bobbles back and forth.

You saunter across the living room, swaying your ass back and forth. You felt hot; the little sexy kitty decision had been a good one. So far, the Grease Lord hadn’t made his presence known - maybe he locked himself in the basement and didn’t want to play with Winter’s friends. Good.

Your head turns back and forth, surveying all the costumes. Most of them are minimal effort, but you appreciate the fact that they came dressed up at all. Better than the alternative of showing up in a ‘This is my costume’ t-shirt. One costume in particular catches your eye. Big werewolf. It’s a good costume; he’s got the whole ripped and shredded clothing thing going on, boot covers, gloves with claws and fur… this dude at least put in a little more effort than the guy wrapped in nothing but a sheet and telling people he’s Caesar.

Wolf stands in the corner, leaning against the wall and offering a nod to anyone who interacts with him. Whether or not that’s a part of his wolfish act, or just the bland personality of the dude in the costume, you aren’t sure. His head turns slightly, and you assume that he’s clocked you. You cover your mouth with your kitty mittens in a dramatic gasp as you pass him, amping up the scared kitty act. You throw in a little hiss as you round the corner. Very cute.

You head for the punch bowl, hoping that Winter made it because whenever Winter makes the drinks, they're good. Much to your relief, she’s actually there, refilling it. Sick. She’s dressed as a fallen angel and the black feathers on her wings flutter as she leans over the bowl.  

“Meeeeooooow,” you say, swiping at her halo with your furry mittens. She immediately recognises you and grins, happy that through all of your party fatigue from last night, you still made it to her party, too. You pull her in for a hug, swaying her back and forth. Winter was never a hugger, but you decidedly were, and made a show of it every time.  

“Have you seen Kai yet?” She asks, almost nervously as she hands you a cup with red liquid quivering at the top. You take a large gulp, savouring the perfect blend of punch and alcohol.

“Oh, so he is here. Great .” You take another sip. “But no, thank god. He seems like the type to hate cats, so hopefully he’ll leave me alone.”

She quirks a brow, questioning your statement.

“Nevermind.” Not a conversation you were ready for. When you turn to look back at the wolf in the corner, he’s gone. There’s something in your gut that gives you pause, but you chalk it up as a disappointment that the wolf had lost interest in his feline prey.

“I’m gonna’ mingle,” you say, wiggling your fingers at her.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn't do.”

“Oooh, that’s no fun.” You frown. “If you see Kai, tell him I hate him, pretty please.”

Winter looks uncomfortable. Underneath all his cringey faults, he is still her brother and your hate for him has always been extreme. She wondered if it’s something else… something less about trying to convince yourself to be nice to him and more about trying to convince yourself to hate him. She’d never dare say that to your face, though.

As you wander, there’s a few people you recognise and hold meaningless conversations with. That is, until the wolf is in your peripheral again. He’s holding a cup, but not drinking from it. Probably because he couldn’t… not without taking his mask off. Which, given his current objective, seemed counterproductive. Curiosity killed the cat, they say, and you were curious… so you ended your current conversation, darted around the corner, and picked up a casual one with a mutual friend. Thomas? Brad? Despite digging your fingers deep into your brain, you couldn’t recall the poor bastard’s name. It didn’t matter; your eyes flitted back and forth, surveying your surroundings. Not more than a minute later, he was there again, nestled into the opposite corner. Close enough that you could see him, but far away enough that you wouldn’t notice, if you weren’t paying attention. Fortunately for him, you were. Your heart skipped a beat, thudding behind your ribcage.

“Hey, hold that thought - I’m gonna’ get more punch.” They can hardly hear you over the heavy music, but nod anyway.

You race back to the kitchen, and before you get there, the wolf is waiting at the archway, one arm braced up against it. You swallow the lump in your throat, feeling an unmistakable heat in your belly. This chase is turning you on.

Shit.

“Here, kitty-kitty….”

His voice sounds familiar; it’s throaty, but there’s a medium-pitched bite to it. You can’t place it, try as you might. “Do I know you?”

He shakes his head very slowly and very honestly, the little faux-fur fibres around his ears swaying with the action. You believe him, or pretend you do, because the concept of fucking some random werewolf-masked individual is way hotter than finding out it was some dork you met twice at another party.

You turn sharply on your white high heels, and start walking in whatever direction isn’t inundated with people. Regrettably, that’s headed towards the basement. You can feel him rampaging, gaining on you, hearing his heavy steps creaking behind you. For a second, you’re almost afraid. He barks low and catches up to you faster than you anticipated, and when he backs you against the wall, he pins your arms above your head with one hand. His chest heaves as he stares at you, waiting for you to say something. You don’t. Instead, you lean your head against the wall, laughing towards the ceiling. The steps to Kai’s weirdo basement are directly to your right. You hear the TV downstairs, immediately assuming it’s something political. Maybe he’ll hear you fucking this guy. You hope he does. You really do — and you hope it irritates the hell out of him.

“Ohhh, who’s a big bad wolf?”  You yank one of your hands free of his grip to feel his boner outside of his tattered jeans. It’s thick and hot, so you stroke it a little. He gives you a throaty ‘Awwooo’ and involuntarily bucks his hips into the palm of your hand, forcing heavier friction. The chase must’ve got him going. It got you going, that’s for sure. You can feel your cunt aching, and clenching every time he thrusts into your hand.

You move your hand away, pulling an angry groan from the werewolf. With a smile, you run your fingers deeply through the little tuft of grey and white fur that’s peeking out from his flannel. Fur grinds against fur as he humps your hand, heavy breaths echoing from inside the mask.

“Big…. Bad wolf…” you say again, sniggering. You’re delighted by his horny aura. That was one thing about Winter’s punch — it was strong. “You want me to blow your house down?”

He nods, and you sink to your knees, watching as he makes quick work of his jeans. He pulls the two pieces of fabric apart and reaches into his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. It bounces heavily in front of your face, beads of clear collecting at the slit. Your tongue darts out of your mouth, running along the ridge on the underside of his cock before reaching the tip, and lapping the pre-cum up like the good little kitty you are. It’s heavy on your tongue, so you alleviate some of the weight by grabbing it.

His cock is hot to the touch when you grip it, and you revel in the way the warm, supple skin moves beneath your grip. You roll your fingers one by one over the tip of his cock, playing with it. He groans above you, looking down as far as the mask will allow. When it’s not enough, he bends forward, arching over you.

He has a better visual now, and his chest starts to heave with every pass of your fingers. When the teasing becomes too much, he takes a fistful of your hair, and yanks it back. Your silky hair slips easily through the rubber claws, so he pauses, and rips the gloves off, tossing them down the stairs. You hope Kai trips over them. He grips your hair again, much harder this time and forces your gaze upwards to stare at him. Stare up at the beast who could annihilate you, kill you if he wanted to. Your cunt flutters, hot and wet and leaking into the polyester fibres of your costume.

He pinches your jaws, applying pressure to force them open. His grip strength is fucking insane, and you wince, letting out the tiniest mewl. His other hand hangs at his side, and the veins are swollen, trailing up into the sleeve like thick roots. Satisfied with the way that your pretty little mouth hangs open, waiting and eager, he grips himself and wastes no time. He slaps the tip of his cock onto your tongue over and over again, before pulling your head towards it. Your throat immediately seizes up, but you force it to distend, to relax. A wave of icy panic settles over you like someone’s draped a sheet over your shoulders. He’s going to throat fuck you. You see his eyes darting around your face, watching your mouth, your eyes…

Your eyes immediately begin to water as his meaty dick violates your mouth; pressing into the back of your throat, bumping into your cheeks to stretch them out, grazing along your teeth when your jaws involuntarily close in hopes of hindering his thrusts. It doesn’t work. Both hands are pressed against the wall, fingers splayed out. He pounds into you, slipping in and out of your perfect little throat.

He fucks it harder, groaning louder and louder. The hollow sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat almost sends him over the edge. Your breath is sticky with his pre-cum, and every time you try to pull your head back for a reprieving gulp down, he slams his hips into your mouth, bumping the back of your skull against the wall with a thud.

Desperate, you reach up, wrapping your slender fingers around his cock, tightening around the base until he pulls away, looking down at you.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” You ask, putting on your best coy kitty voice in hopes that it will end the merciless barrage on your throat. Your words are congealed and messy, airways still coated with his fluids. He considers this for a moment, a whole slew of thoughts playing out. Finally, he nods, and hastily brings you to your feet.

Grateful that the diversion was working, you reach down between your legs, finding the cloth covered zipper and pull it open. It was added for convenience, and it certainly served that purpose as the werewolf guided his heavy cock into your wet, waiting slit. At first, he toys with it, smearing his head over your puffy, sensitive clit and pulling desperate, whining gasps from your mouth every time he drags it upwards. But soon, that isn’t enough for him, and he buries himself in you, plunging his cock to the base. The stretch of your walls, your cunt doing her best to accommodate his girth, had you crying out. He was bigger than you’d prepped yourself mentally for, but at least your pussy was gushing with lubrication, ready for every bit of what he had to give you.

He found his speed quickly, humping you with reckless abandon. Trying to find something - anything to use as leverage to hold onto, your fingers slipped into the slit on the backside of the mask, toying with almost shoulder length strands of hair. They’re soft, and slightly wavy. Wait. Not that other guys couldn’t have wavy hair, but the thought is too overwhelming. Lightning fast, you reach for the mask, pulling it up just above his chin and Kai’s vascular hand catches yours, holding it tight. The visual is enough for you to realise.

“No fucking way.”

Immediately, he yanks the mask back down over his face and cups his hand over your mouth, suppressing the scream that he knew was coming. He’s pressing hard enough that the cartilage in your nose begins to ache. You stare hard into the eyes of the werewolf, breathing heavy through your nostrils as you’re seeing what you hadn’t seen before. Those dark, almost black brown eyes staring back at you. The same ones that you’d seen roll at you or glare at you so many times before. The same fucking ones.

You heard his chuckling breath behind the mask. He leaned forward, pressing the latex nose against your ear and began panting into it obnoxiously, like a dog. His thrusts matched his breath, his rock hard cock pounding up into you remorselessly.

You wrestle away from his hand, freeing your mouth enough to speak. “Get your fucking dick out of me, Kai.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He thrusts harder and crams his fingers in your mouth, as though he’s pulling your next words from your throat. You bite down and he groans through clenched teeth. You feel his cock twitch inside you. He likes this.

“Is that what you really want? Say it and I’ll stop.”

You struggle with the words, they won’t leave your lips the way you want them to. You can feel your own arousal leaking down your thighs in response to the way his dick is hitting every spot.

“I knew it. Always have.”

That infuriated you, but you couldn’t argue. Not with his fingers in your mouth, or the veins of his thick cock massaging your insides better than any of your dildos at home did.

“I knew you didn’t hate me,” he started. You could hear it in his voice that one of his egocentric, mansplaining, delusional monologues was on the way. Usually, you’d just roll your eyes at Winter and turn to your phone, but he had you in a position where you had to listen. He liked that, too. You let out a loud moan as he hammered inside of you, hoisting one leg up to your chest.

“The opposite, actually. You act like such dumb little slut around me, so angered by everything I do. I see through it. Your act. Much like waving a bloody steak in front of a hungry dog, your salivating is irrepressible.”

Did he really just say what you thought? “Listen, you piece of —“

He forces you to cut yourself off with another moan, pressing your leg farther into your chest. Your cunt swallows him whole with every thrust, and the hatred you have for him is leaking out of your pussy and along your thighs.

You slam your head against the wall, letting your neck go slack. It feels so good, Kai feels so good.

“Say it, say you fuckin�� like it…”

You shake your head. You won’t give him that satisfaction. His bare hand rears up, and comes down across your face. Your cheek burns with stinging, searing pain before you even have time to process that he’s just slapped you - backhanded you with months of pent up rage and frustration. Enraged, you reach for the mask, yanking it off and tossing it down the stairs where it tumbles to the bottom step. His greasy strands are separated with sweat, and a sheen of it covers his shapely nose and forehead. There it is; the face that was the receptor of so many insults, so much hatred. Every time you saw it, you ran your mouth like a schoolyard bully with a crush.

“I will fucking kill you….” Anger dribbles out of your mouth like spit. You wanted him to see you say that unobstructed.

“Yeah?” Kai challenges, reaching down to thumb your clit like the joystick of a game controller. He’s smiling, absolutely delighted by your intrinsic, feminine anger. Your recalcitrance fuels him further, and he bucks his hips up into your cunt, the head of his cock bumping deep into you, as far as it can go. You writhe under his grip, clenching your teeth. It almost hurts, but he’s building it, faster and deeper, and the burning coil in your stomach winds tighter. It burns just above your bladder. You feel like you have to piss, and Kai says,

“Defiant little slut.”

Seconds later, you’re losing it over his cock, your orgasm splashing over his jeans and your furry legs.

He doesn’t stop fucking you and within a few thrusts, you’re so severely overstimulated that your legs are quivering. Briefly, you become aware of the Halloween music that’s playing out in the living room. A salty ribbon of sweat drips into your eyes, stinging.

“S-stop, fuck… stop.”

He ignores you and keeps fucking you, drilling your swollen cunt like it’s a tournament and he’s determined to win it. And when he does, Kai grips your throat and holds your jaw in place. He assertively holds your gaze as he shoots his hot, thick load into your weeping pussy, making sure you wished that you hadn’t taken the mask off.

His once prevalent boner was now fading away, and Kai stuffs it back into his jeans, keeping his eyes on you for a moment longer before he turns and casually descends his basement steps. He stops to pick up the mask, swinging it back and forth like a child’s toy.

Doused in sweat and anger, you want to collapse to the floor and scream. Instead, you zip yourself up, wiping your slick fingers off on your thighs, and somehow manoeuvre around the crowds to the bathroom. You reel around and lock the door, before turning to the sink.

You brace yourself, holding yourself over the sink’s basin. You look at yourself in the mirror; your cute little whiskers are smeared on one side, and streaks of mascara are running down your cheeks in its place. Your black nose is rubbed off, undoubtedly smeared in Kai’s bush of pubic hair. Fucker. Your pink lipstick is practically gone, the only remnants are a faint hue around the perimeter.

As you stood there in Winter’s bathroom, head hanging over the sink, you searched for the disgust, panicking as you rifled through your mind to find the inevitable horror that you were going to experience. You were ruined by that cringe monkey — he violated you. Right? You waited for the gag, the vomit even, to hurl itself up your throat. That was what was supposed to happen after something like that… wasn’t it? The disgust? The anger?

But it wasn’t coming. In fact, something much more alarming had settled in its place. Your cunt still felt warm, and you rubbed your thighs together, smearing the mixture of cum into the soft kitty fur. You felt invigorated. You hadn’t been fucked like that…. Ever. You heaved a sigh of relief like someone who had been submerged underwater, and was suddenly let up.

You reach into your discreetly placed thigh pocket and pull your phone out, hurriedly swiping past the notifications that flooded your screen. You pull up Messages, and tap on Winter’s icon. She’s in your pinned contacts, a favourite.

I found your brother

You hit send.

Almost immediately, the status went from delivered to read, but Winter didn’t reply. You know why, and she knows why.

You might’ve hated Kai. But your pussy didn’t.

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[rea-grimm]

Werewolf Crocodile

You lived your whole life in solitude near the forest. There was a forest on one side and a lake with a sandy beach on the other. Your own oasis of calm, as even the rear tourists didn't venture here.

After all, everyone had heard that there was a giant werewolf with an insatiable hunger in this forest. Allegedly, people were also disappearing, but that was just a legend.

Although a werewolf did show up from time to time. A terrifying nightmare for others, something much different for you. Even though you had a full fistful of him at the moment.

Crocodile, one of the most powerful men in this country has taken a liking to your remote location. He could change here at will without anyone disturbing him. Plus, as you later found out, he loved to roll in the sand.

"Forget about it. I won't let you in until you wash up!” you said sternly blocking the door to your house.

Opposite you stood a giant werewolf with black fur that was completely covered in sand that fell off him with every step. Crocodile snarled at you, demanding his way inside.

“This doesn't work for me. You know very well where the hose is. I don't want a sandbox from my home. You have no idea how long it took me to get rid of that sand from the last time. "You replied sternly, crossing your arms over your chest. 

When you first found out the truth about him, you were scared of him. Now that you knew what he was like and what your relationship was like, you knew what you could afford. 

It wasn't just a job anymore when you rented him your land. You were something more. The crocodile snapped after you but didn't bite. He taunted you.

“Try this on people in your casino, not here! "You didn't give in. But even Crocodile wasn't going to just back down and kept growling at you.

“I'll make you a hot bath for that,” you added. But even that didn't talk him out of it. You finally got mad and slammed the door in his face, saying you were going to fill his bath. His fault if it cools off by then.

As you said, you also went to the bathroom. Before you met him, you had a classic small bathtub where you mostly showered. It was enough for your needs.

However, it was too small for Crocodile and he couldn't even sit comfortably there. Moreover, he was used to a completely different luxury. You were sure that if he could, he would turn your small house into a giant luxury villa.

But it was still your house and you weren't going to give it up without a fight. In the end, you gave way to a few changes. One of them was a new bathroom with a giant bathtub that could compete with the indoor pool in how big it was.

Your new bathtub would rather belong in a castle or a luxury hotel. You definitely wouldn't look for something like that in a small house in the middle of nowhere.

In addition, he had so many products that you could only guess what they were for. All of course first-class quality. Among all this, you also found several products for dogs. But when you knew what he was, it didn't seem so strange to you.

You turned on the hot water, and poured some products into the bath for a better experience, and also because Crocodile put up with it. The room was filled with the pleasant smell of oils in the water along with the others.

As the tub slowly filled, you dipped your hand lightly into the water. Or rather just fingers for now. As the water rose, your hand was submerged more and more. Before the tub was filled, you prepared his favourite bath robe.

As if Crocodile had a sixth sense, the door opened just as you turned off the water. The werewolf walked in, still dripping with water even though he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

He still hadn't been completely turned into a human. He still had wolf ears, and a long bushy tail that was slick from the water was flapping behind him. Long sharp claws on one hand and his classic golden hook was missing from the other.

You were actually glad he listened to you and a little surprised. He never took orders from anyone. He listened to you here and there, but it was more the other way around. Just by looking at him, you could see that he didn't like the water from the hose.

“I made you a bath as promised,” you smiled at him and tapped the edge of the bath.

"Next time you'll go under the ice water with me," he growled, still irritated by the hose. However, he did not refuse a hot bath. He took off his towel and got into the water.

“Try to understand me,” you said softly and started massaging his shoulders. You knew how stiff his muscles were after the transformation.

You felt him relax under your touch. He closed his eyes and you could see the previous rage leaving him.

"I'll get you a heated shower outside. And I don't want to hear any objections," he said after a while when he opened his eyes again. You just smiled at that. If it wasn't something huge it didn't matter.

You slowly began massaging his head as Crocodile let out a contented sigh and leaned his head more into your touch.

"Mmm, now all it needs is a cigar," he said happily.

“Not in the bath,” you answered automatically. Crocodile just chuckled at that. This time he did without it. A hot bath and your hands were enough for him.

After some time, Crocodile grabbed your hand, pulled you to him lightly and kissed you. However, it was just a small kiss. He didn't like how you bent over.

Before you knew it, he pulled you into the tub with him. You yelped in shock as you fell into the water. You felt him wrap his arms around you and pull you close.

He cupped your face and gently caressed your cheek, his claw lightly grazing your skin. 

"It's better this way," chuckled Crocodile. He leaned in slightly before kissing you. This time, however, much hungrier and more demanding than before.

Then when you pulled away, he still held you close. Intoxicated from the kiss, you felt your clothes sticking uncomfortably to you. You wanted to climb out, but Crocodile wouldn't let you. You had the impression that it was his little revenge for that hose.

"Where's the rush? He asked you with a smug smile.

“I don't like to bathe in clothes,” you replied.

“I'll get you a new one,” he said casually, capturing your lips in a kiss again. You had no right to object to this.

Crocodile Masterlist

[sashiavi]

Have you seen those mods that turn SDV Leah into a fox girl/Abigail into a cat and stuff? All the townsfolk (or just the date-able ones) being hybrids would be so cute and funnn like we have puppy Sam, bull Alex,black cat seb etc

hybrid farmer taking their golden retriever farm pet for a walk and gets dragged over to sam and that's how they first meet

Gah yesss I remember seeing them around- I never had them downloaded because I always had the Seasonal Villager Outfits Mod <//3

But you're so rightttt

The first week on the farm had been all too busy, tilling the old sandy dirt day in and day out to plant crops, whacking tree debris and stones out of the way to make a barebone path through the property. Not to mention, the fluffy golden retriever pup the nice lady from the Ranch had dropped off at your farm. Covered in mud, twigs and fleas, you swore it took your whole day just to scrub the poor thing clean.

With that in the forefront of your mind, the last thing you were concerned about was making an impression upon the town. So when you finally shuck on some clothes that weren't stained green with grass and clip on your new Pups harness you were ready to face the music.

The early morning breeze urged your feet to move, up past the bus stop and into the towns entrance. Your dog was keen to sniff around, pulling against the harness with some resistance. Until it suddenly bounded ahead, yanking you along as it barked and drooled, eventually toppling over a poor man standing by a tree.

Before you could profusely apologize you find the person scritching and scratching your playful puppy, taking all the slobbery licks and kisses your dog has to offer. It's soon you realise that the man has his own set of bouncy, golden ears, and a happy tail wagging along with your dog's.

And den dey wuv eachother >v>

I can just imagine the others too </3

Alex making a drop by the farm for his Granny, passing out her famous homemade cookies as a favour for her. He spots a neat fence keeping in a small heard of cattle with you inside, patting the spotted fur of the cows and setting down a metal pail to collect their milk.

For some reason, he can't help but be jealous. Tail whipping side to side, brow scrunching ever so slightly. Why can't he get pats on his head too? He's barely any different to them.

Ugh jealous Alex my beloved <//3 I just know he'd take it out on you with his cock ;>

Or grumpy Kitty Sebastian, slinking around you in the dark outside his house, making an attempt to avoid you as you walk home from the mine. He even withholds from hitting his cigarette lest the orange glow give him away. Something about watching you in the dark sparks something hot in his chest..

Grumpy kitty Sebby who's a little jealous you're taking up all of Sam's attention at the tavern every Friday night (at least that's what he tells himsel, we all know he really wants you hehehe)

Hnnhg mmmgg Shane ahhhgnngn hnng *drooling*

I really don't know what he would be <//3 Grumpy Wolf lmao

Why does Harvey give me mouse vibes I'm so sorry- (I need to peg him he's submissive and breedable)

[anticomedygarden]

if you search for tenderness, it isn't hard to find

wolf sequel, but i think it could be read as a standalone?

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tw mentioned blood and skin stitching, medical inaccuracies, mention of death and murder

title from billy joel's 'honesty'

fun fact this is almost 5000 words

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In the hours since Sirius had first found the wolf-man in his bushes, things had not become any clearer. 

After the initial shock of having a shapeshifter in his house had worn off, Sirius had attempted to carry the man to the couch and failed miserably (the guy was tall and muscley; Sirius doubted even James could lift him), and then scoured the internet for information on werewolves, never straying more than five feet from the man. 

All of his searching had yielded little results, however. According to google, werewolves could either retain their mind in wolf form or not (jury was still out on that one), shift whenever they wanted or only during the night of the full moon (the night before had apparently been a full moon, so that one was still up in the air as well), were sterile or overly fertile (there was no way to check that without medical facilities or an egg and a nine month wait), incredibly ugly or incredibly beautiful (Sirius thought he had figured that one out), along with dozens of other contradictions, and he had yet to find a reliable source, shockingly. 

The whole thing had really just left him feeling like he’d stumbled into an episode of Supernatural, only compounded by the dark, cement basement of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. 

After about four hours of no information, he finally decided to just wait until the man woke up, although that posed a whole different problem. 

The man was completely bare-ass naked, and he was absolutely beautiful. 

Scratch that. There were bandages covering most of his stomach and chest as well as his upper left thigh, but other than that, he wasn’t wearing anything. 

But that had nothing to do with Sirius’ reluctance to cover him in a blanket. 

Speaking of, it seemed the gorgeous fellow was finally waking up. Sirius set his phone on the floor and watched the man blink himself to consciousness. 

Once his eyes were most of the way open (vibrant amber, Sirius noted, just like the wolf) the man scrambled upright until his bandaged back hit the hard gray wall, eliciting a wince. His eyes flickered around the basement, and he paled. 

Sirius couldn’t blame him. Grimmauld Place’s basement was creepy despite his attempts to brighten it up. The white couch, blue shag rug, and yellow armchair just weren’t a match against the faulty wiring, water stains, cement walls, and creaky pipes. 

“Who are you? Where am I? Am I naked?” He looked down and frowned. “Did you do these bandages?”

Sirius scooted forward, feeling the odd need to be close to the man now that he was lucid. And human. 

Answering his questions honestly now that he had heard the deep timber of the man’s voice with the hint of a Welsh accent would be difficult, but Sirius would give it his best shot. “I’m Sirius Black. You’re at my house in London. You’ve got bandages and a blanket but no clothes, and I’m an ER doctor, so you don’t need to worry about them being bad or anything.” He paused. “I’m actually surprised they held through your transformation.” It was a considerable feat, for sure, as the human abdomen and thighs were much different sizes than those of wolves. Sirius’ had even checked them afterward while he was sleeping, and they were still tight. There wasn’t even any stray fur stuck to them. 

The man’s eyes widened. “You saw that?” 

Sirius nodded. “How did the bandages hold between forms?” he asked, then mentally kicked himself for not asking something more important.  

The man blinked a few times as if he, too, wasn’t expecting that question. “I don’t know. It’s always been like that.” Then, “Any chance I could get some clothes?”

Actually, no. “Yeah, sorry!” Sirius stood, and the man stood with him, fumbling to wrap the blanket around his waist, though there was really no point as Sirius had seen everything while taking care of his wounds after the transformation. He didn’t say anything, however, and motioned for the man to follow him toward the stairs. “What’s your name?”

“Remus,” he said sheepishly. He was still glancing around as if expecting the walls to start closing in or shooting spikes or something equally disturbing. Again, not that Sirius could blame him. As a child, he had been just as afraid of the dark places in Grimmauld Place, though for different reasons. 

He nodded at the man’s name. “Fitting.”

Remus furrowed his eyebrows. “Sorry?”

“Your name, from Romulus and Remus.” When the man gave him a baffled look, Sirius continued. “The brothers raised by the wolf? Romulus killed Remus and went on to found Rome.” The man didn’t say anything but continued to look confused. “Sorry, I forget sometimes that not everyone was raised on the classics.”

“It’s alright,” Remus said quickly.  “I always knew it was weird. Now I know what it means.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes, surprised that no one had ever explained his name to him. Sure, most people didn’t have tutors to make sure they memorized the stories of old, but a teacher, or his parents, or some adult should have known, but Sirius decided not to comment. “You’re in good company. My name is the brightest-”

“-brightest star in the sky,” Remus finished. “Part of the Canis Major constellation. The dog star.” At Sirius’ shocked look, Remus blushed and looked down. 

Sirius paused, waiting for an explanation, and when there was none, he raised an eyebrow as they started up the gloomy staircase. “You know the stars but not the story of the most famous country in history?”

Remus’ blush deepened. “Had a bit of a weird childhood.” 

Sirius would’ve asked him to elaborate, but a sudden gasp stopped him. He whipped around to see Remus hunched over and clutching his thigh through the blanket. “Shit, I’m sorry! You must be in a lot of pain.”

Remus looked up at him through long black eyelashes. “It’s alright-”

“No, how about you go sit on the couch while I get some water and paracetamol?” Sirius gently guided him to the couch before he could protest. “I’ll be right back!”

With that, he ran up the stairs to the bathroom and took out the little bottle of painkillers then ran back to the kitchen to fill up a cup of water. Standing at the sink, he happened to glance at the little picture on his fridge of James, Regulus, and Lily and made a mental note to text them in case Remus killed him or something. 

Once the cup was full, he ran back downstairs to find Remus not on the couch, but standing with his hand poised above the door. “You’re not leaving, are you?” 

Remus looked over to him, a guilty expression on his face. “I need to go.”

“Well, I don’t know where you think you’re going without clothes, but as your doctor, I cannot permit you to leave my care,” Sirius declared, not entirely for show. If Remus left before his wounds were properly cleaned and stitched, he ran the risk of infection or reopening them and bleeding out, and Sirius really doubted the man was heading to a hospital after this. 

Remus’ expression went blank. “I’ll be fine-”

“No, you’ll get sick and die, so you’re going to sit and let me take care of you properly,” Sirius said, and pointed to the couch for emphasis. 

With one last mournful look at the door, Remus sighed. “Fine, but I’m leaving as soon as you’re done.” 

“Fine.” Sirius watched him limp awkwardly for the couch and sit down carefully. 

“And I still need clothes.”

“Fine.” Sirius set the glass of water and pill bottle on the little table text to the couch. “But you’re gonna have to deal with whatever clothes I can find down here because I’m not leaving you alone again.”

Remus didn’t even turn his head. “Whatever.”

Sirius sighed. He didn’t even know if there were any clothes in the basement; nobody but him ever came down here. He glanced around. The only place he could think of was Kreacher’s old bedroom, but the man had meticulously cleaned out his quarters once he realized Sirius, not Regulus, was to inherit the property due to a mistake in the filing of his disownment papers. There wasn’t anywhere else, however, and Sirius soon found himself entering the bedroom. 

While smaller than the rooms in the rest of the house, it was still a decent size, larger than an average bedroom, with a bare queen size bed shoved to the corner of the back and right side wall taking up the majority of the space. Like the rest of the basement, the walls were grey cement and studded with water stains, and poor wiring caused an unfortunate flickering of lights. Upon immediate entrance, Sirius didn’t see any clothes, though he hadn’t expected any. Even when Kreacher lived there, the man had been totally anal about tidiness, a trait he had failed miserably in trying to beat into Sirius as a child. 

He walked over to the closet on the left side of the room and opened it. There was nothing hanging up, but there was a small duffel bag on the floor that definitely hadn’t been there the last time Sirius was in this room. 

The good news was that it was full of clothes. The bad news was that they were Regulus’. 

“Okay, I found some, but they’re probably gonna be really tight,” Sirius warned as he walked back into the main part of the basement, relieved to see Remus right where he’d left him. 

The man simply nodded and put a hand out. It seemed he was no longer talking now that Sirius was forcing him to stay. 

Once he had the clothes in his hands, just an old grey t-shirt, black sweatpants that Sirius suspected were actually James’, and a pair of boxers, Remus sat there awkwardly for a second before saying, “Can you turn around?”

Sirius once again felt the need to remind the man that he was a doctor and had already seen everything anyways, but whatever made him feel more comfortable. He turned to face the bedroom. “You might as well wait on the pants and shirt since I have to rebandage and clean everything.”

There was a grunt of affirmation before Sirius heard the man sit down, and then a, “You can turn back around now.”

Sirius spun and tried not to stare. The underwear was sinfully tight, hiding nothing of the man's considerable assets within them. 

He shook himself off. Remus needed healing and nothing else.

He went to grab his bag off the floor where he had first brought the wolf in and brought it back over to the couch. While he pulled on gloves and took his equipment out, he said, "You should take the paracetamol. Sutures hurt."

Remus glared at him but grabbed the pills off the table, swallowing them dry. He wrinkled his nose. "You're a doctor and the strongest painkiller you have is paracetamol?"

Sirius paused in his ministrations and looked at Remus. "They tend to not like it when we take the drugs home."

Remus' brow furrowed. "Really?" The scary part was, he didn’t seem to be kidding. 

Where the hell had this guy been his whole life? "Yes, oddly enough. Now, lay down. It'll be easier that way."

Obediently, Remus shifted so he was laying horizontally across the couch, and Sirius began to unwrap the bandages and gauze from his abdomen. "I'm gonna start by cleaning out these little ones, then I'll do the bite on your thigh, and then I'm gonna have you flip over to get the wounds on your back, okay?" He pulled the coffee table closer to the couch and sat down lightly. 

Remus nodded and relaxed into the cushions, not so much as flinching when he saw the suturing needle. Sirius had to hand it to the man; he was either very brave or very stupid. Sirius had witnessed full grown adults reduced to tears upon seeing the curved instrument they were about to be stuck with. Hell, James had bawled just watching Sirius get stitches as teens.

Finally, all the bandages were off Remus' stomach, and Sirius looked down and stared. Slowly, he brought his eyes up to meet Remus’, several questions in his eyes. “These are almost completely healed.”

Remus nodded nonchalantly. “So they are.”

Sirius just stared at him. “Why the fuck are the wounds that were bleeding profusely not five hours ago suddenly gone?” 

Remus smirked, and Sirius couldn’t deny that the dimples were doing things to his stomach. “Dunno. ‘S’always been like that.”

Sirius glared at him. The man was frustrating in the best possible way, and it was terrible. “Are you always this nice to pretty doctors that save your life?”

“If I meet one, I’ll let you know.”

Sirius’ jaw dropped. “I’m fucking beautiful, and you know it.”

“Sure, pretty boy.”

Sirius clenched his jaw. It’s not like he needed affirmation of his beauty; he knew what he looked like, but still. Rude. “Is there anything else I should know?”

Remus appeared to think for a moment. “The silver thing is true.” Sirius nodded and began to stand only for Remus to say, “And bites don’t heal nearly as fast as scratches.”

Sirius turned back toward him with a huff and began to unwrap the bandages at his thigh. “You couldn’t have led with that?”

The black-haired man tried to ignore the swooping feeling in his stomach when Remus smirked again.  

Once the bandages were on the floor, Sirius set about cleaning and sterilizing the wound (which was not yet showing signs of infection but was still a considerable size and weeping blood), and was further impressed when Remus only let out a few small grunts. The process took longer than Sirius was expecting because, as Remus had mentioned, it was fresh compared to the other wounds, and it looked as if another wolf had grabbed him on the leg and not let go, resulting in several long, deep gashes. 

After a couple minutes, Remus closed his eyes and pressed his head into the arm rest. “Go ahead and ask your questions. I know you have them.”

The declaration took Sirius a bit by surprise. Sure, he had questions; he had many, actually. Really, he was dying to know everything about this mysterious man that had been dumped in his bushes, broken and bleeding, and he wanted to destroy whatever had put him there, but Sirius was a doctor first and foremost. His job was to heal, not pry, and the man had clearly come into Sirius’ life needing exactly that, so that was what Sirius would give to him as best he could. (Of course, there were the rare cases in which his job was to pry, such as when frantic parents brought toddlers in with crayons stuck up their noses or when horny and stupid adults came in with different objects stuck in the opposite end.)

However, he wasn’t going to say no to an opportunity to question a freaking werewolf, and a beautiful one at that. 

But first came first. He wiped down the needle with another alcohol wipe. “Now for the fun part. You may want to bite down on something.”

Remus set his jaw. “I’ll be fine.”

“Suit yourself,” Sirius shrugged, and pushed the needle in. Immediately, Remus tensed but didn’t make any noise. Sirius took that as an indication that he could still ask questions. “How did you end up in my bushes?”

Remus cracked open an eye. “Really?” he panted. “You’re giving a werewolf stitches, and that’s your first question?”

“Second question, technically, and yes,” Sirius said curtly, tying up the first gash. 

Remus shook his head and let out a little gasp when Sirius started on the next one. “I got into a fight with-” he gasped again “-with my pack leader, so he’s giving me a time out.”

Sirius’ blood went cold. “So you’re not the only one?” 

Remus laughed, a tight, thin sound. “How do you think I was turned? Greyback bit me.”

“Greyback?”

“My pack leader. He gives the orders, and we follow them.”

Sirius started on the third gash. “What did you argue about?”

Remus laid his arm over his eyes and grimaced. Sirius didn’t think it was entirely because of the pain. “He wanted me to turn someone.”

The shorter man’s hand quavered on the needle, and he nearly missed a stitch. “What?”

Remus nodded. “You might not believe it, but most of us would be perfectly alright with letting the whole species die out, but Greyback is a bloodthirsty bastard. He enjoys turning people, and he likes them as young as possible.”

Sirius paused, unable to make his hands move. “How old were they?”

“She’s 26. Same as I am.” His voice was tight. 

Sirius wondered idly if Remus had known the girl and if that was why he had such a reaction to her suffering, then felt guilty about the disappointment it brought him. “How old were you?”

Remus shook his head. “That’s enough questions for now. My turn.”

Sirius supposed that was fair. 

He forced his hands to move again, and Remus waited a bit for the pain to pass before biting out, “Why didn’t you call the cops?” Then, as an afterthought, “Or animal control?”

Sirius thought back to that morning. Why hadn’t he called the cops? “Dunno. Maybe sleep deprivation and hunger caused a temporary insanity.” Or it was the shock of finding a wolf-turned-drop-dead gorgeous man in his bushes. 

Remus cracked an eye open. “Wow. I’m so glad you’re healing me.”

Sirius laughed. “It’s better than letting you die in my yard. Any other questions?”

Remus was silent for a moment. “How does an ER doctor in his,” he paused, letting his slip over Sirius’ form, “mid twenties afford an estate like this?”

Sirius let a breath out of his nose even though he knew that question was coming. “Rich parents and botched disownment papers. I was more shocked than anyone, let me tell you.”

Remus nodded, though he didn’t look any more informed. 

Good. It wasn’t exactly a topic Sirius enjoyed discussing. 

“Why haven’t you sold it, then?”

That question was a surprise. The thing most people said after he mentioned his parents’ fortune and the mistaken will was if he thought he was lucky to have come into so much money. “I don’t really have an answer to that one either. I guess it was the thought of another family adding their own miseries to it when it’s already seen so much.” Sirius blinked, surprised by his own words. He certainly hadn’t meant to get so philosophical with a man he had just met. 

But it was the truth. No one in his family had been happy when they’d lived there. This house had seen more blood, tears, and suffering in the 16 years Sirius had lived in it as a child than most houses saw in their entire lifetimes. 

Remus nodded like he understood, though, and they sat in companionable silence with the occasional grunt while Sirius worked. 

Then, Remus spoke. “I was four when Greyback turned me.” 

Sirius looked up sharply, but Remus continued. “He broke in through my bedroom window, bit me, and dragged me with him to the Den, this old building in the middle of the woods. He raised me there with the other wolves to be his second in command. I worshiped him at first; how could I not? I was a child, and he told me that he saved me from the horrors of human society, and I believed him. The man has a weird charisma. I found out years later that he went back and killed my parents. That was around the time I stopped believing him.”

Sirius waved a hand. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to-”

“It wasn’t just that, though,” Remus continued, ignoring him. “Another guy Greyback had turned came to the Den. Benjy Fenwick. He was around my age. He taught me how to read and some other normal person stuff. Then, he kissed me, and I thought we were gonna run away together.” Remus took a deep breath. “Then Greyback killed him the night we were supposed to leave.”

Sirius couldn’t hold it in any longer; he gasped, loudly. “Oh my god.” 

When Remus laughed, there was no humor in it. “We’ve made life hell for each other ever since.”

Sirius looked up then to see a tear rolling down Remus’ face, and if his gloved hands weren’t covered in blood and pus, he would have wiped it away. “What if you didn’t go back?”

Sirius was lucky he had paused his suturing, because Remus’ whole body jolted. “What?”

He cleared his throat. He couldn’t quite believe he was saying it, either. “Don’t go back to Greyback. Stay here.” Apparently, he had reached the point of sleep deprivation where he offered random hot werewolves a place in his home. 

But Remus was already shaking his head. “I have to go back, Sirius.” 

Oh, how beautiful his name sounded rolling off Remus’ tongue. “Why? He’s a murderer; why do you want to go back to that?”

Remus opened and closed his mouth a few times. “I can’t just not go back.”

“Give me one good reason.” He was committed now. 

“I’m the only thing standing between Greyback and the rest of the wolves.”

Alright, that was a pretty good reason, but it was still something Sirius could work around. “How many more wolves are there?”

“Eight.”

Sirius cocked his head. “Really?” He’d been expecting at least a dozen from the sounds of this Greyback. 

Remus snorted. “Greyback’s a bit of an angry dictator, and since werewolf-ism isn’t hereditary…the numbers are running low.”

Sirius shuddered. He couldn’t even imagine the life Remus had lived up to this point, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. It almost made him grateful for his own parents. If there was one thing that could be said of them, they had never killed any of his boyfriends. They had tried, but they’d never gone through with it. 

“You could bring them here. I have the space.”

Remus bristled. “We don’t need your charity.”

“It’s not charity! It’s…leaving an angry dictator,” Sirius argued. 

Remus rolled his eyes (but he didn’t say no). “I’ll think about it.” 

Sirius grinned. Remus would be saying yes before he left. Sirius would make sure of it. 

-

Once the stitches were finished and Remus had (regrettably) put the borrowed pants and shirt on (which were predictably and amazingly tight), Sirius was starving and exhausted, and he suddenly realized he had been up for over 24 hours, and he hadn’t eaten in almost ten. 

“You hungry?” Sirius asked Remus as he pulled his shirt down yet again over his wonderful abs. “I think I might still have some soup.”

Remus nodded, and the pair walked up the stairs only for Sirius to realize he hadn’t cleaned the soup out of the couch yet. 

Remus sniffed. “Are we eating out of the furniture?”

Sirius wrinkled his nose. “No, you arsehole. I have some leftover.” He led Remus into the kitchen and busied himself with making the soup, going for reheated in a pot rather than reheated in the microwave. If Remus was getting a hot meal, it wasn’t going to be microwaved. 

While he was rummaging around for a pot, Remus glanced at the fridge. “Who are they?” he asked. Sirius looked up to see him pointing at the little picture of James and Lily kissing Regulus on either cheek with the younger Black smiling the widest smile Sirius had seen from him in the middle. It was one of Sirius' all time favorites; getting all three of them to stand still together long enough for a picture, and then to get Regulus smiling as well was a once in a lifetime event.

"That's my family," Sirius answered as he straightened with a pot in hand.

Remus cocked his head. "I'm assuming not the family you grew up with?"

Sirius nodded, then started pouring the soup into the pot. He flicked the stove on. "Parents died a couple years ago. 'S'how I got the house." He hesitated. "The one in the middle is my little brother, though. Regulus." Then, since Remus had been so honest with him: "I ran away when I was 16 and didn't talk to him until he turned 18 and left. We're close now, though." They'd had to be, once he and James got together.

"And this one?" Remus asked, pointing at the photo.

Sirius stirred the soup. "That's James." He hesitated on the rest of an introduction, unsure how to put into words what exactly James meant to him. The two had been through thick and thin together: meeting at boarding school at 11 and becoming fast friends, sharing everything, running to him whenever things got bad. Finally, he landed on, "My brother," and his eyes widened as he realized his mistake. 

He coughed and hurried to amend himself. "Adopted brother, that is to say. I moved in with him after I ran away, and he and Regulus started dating about a year later. There's no incest, I swear. Well, none after us." He bit his lip to keep from adding anything else that might scare off his new friend.

Thankfully, Remus seemed more confused than horrified, and he didn't comment. Sirius took that as an invitation to introduce the last of the three. "The ginger is Lily. She and James got together just before he and Reg did. They started out bumpy, but they're very happy now." Sirius figured that was the best way to condense the several months of dancing around they had all done that year.

Remus still looked confused, and more than a little wistful, so Sirius said, "I think the soup's done."

A minute later, they were sitting around the kitchen table and slurping their soup in relative silence.

Remus spoke. "What about you?"

With his mouth full of noodles and chicken broth, Sirius gave him a look of confusion.

"Are you with someone?"

Sirius thought he heard a little something extra in his voice, but that was probably just wishful thinking. "Nope. Just me."

Remus set his empty bowl to the side. "Isn't it lonely, all alone out here?"

Yes. "Not really. James and them visit often enough. Besides, I'm pretty busy with the ER. And, when he's home, my neighbor comes over to bother me." And boy was he good at it. Gilderoy Lockhart had a huge inheritance and an ego to match it, and, honestly, the sex was only mediocre. "What about you? Have you got anyone?"

Remus blushed and shook his head. "Not since Benjy."

The smile slid off Sirius' face. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

Remus waved him off. "It's alright. It's more lack of opportunity than anything else."

Sirius looked over to him. "Really?" With a body like his, Sirius was surprised the man wasn't married. (Not that looks were everything, of course, but the man clearly wasn't lacking in the mind and personality departments, either.)

Remus nodded. "Benjy was the only one around my age, and that's been almost ten years ago now." He glanced up, a bashful look in his eyes. "But maybe that's changing?"

Sirius was careful to keep his face neutral as he chewed a noodle, then made a point of letting his eyes slip over the outline of Remus' abs through his tight shirt. "Do you want it to?" Sirius wasn't stupid; he knew exactly where this was headed, but the lead up was part of the fun.

Remus appeared to think for a moment. "I think I'd like that."

So Sirius set his mostly empty bowl to the side and began to slide his bare foot up Remus' leg. He raised an eyebrow upon reaching the top. "Someone's excited."

Remus gulped. "It's been a very long time."

"Is that so?" Sirius bit his bottom lip seductively and stood, making his way around the table to drape himself across Remus’ lap. “I guess I’ll just have to fix that.” 

He put a hand on the back of Remus’ head and pulled him in, closing the short distance between them with a deep kiss. Pretty soon, they were making their way to the bedroom where they both fell asleep after a mindblowing night, and Sirius wondered how he had gone so long sleeping alone. 

Until he woke up the next morning by himself, the other side of the bed still warm, and the ghost of a kiss imprinted on his lips.

-

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[muskywolfthings]

That Boy is a Monster

((Something I wrote in a haze over on twitter this morning, TW: Gore :  towards the end, which I'll mention again just before it starts, in case that’s not your thing to read.)) I fucking adore fics where /Stiles/ is the monster. He’s sweet, and shy, and nerdy when Derek meets him. The type of boy Derek eats up. Derek is confident, and strong, and a fucking werewolf, so he thinks it’s a game He takes Stiles out into the woods almost every night once they've been dating for a while-before the full moon, to chase him around- hear his panicked giggling, his happy cries as Derek chases, and finally catches him. It drives Derek wild, having such an innocent boy at his fingertips Or so he thinks On a random full moon (in October teehee) the woods are unusually quiet as Derek stalks through the fallen leaves in his wolf form- Stiles back at the house, since Derek is a little more unpredictable like this- a bit more feral He’s in a different part of the preserve this time too- a shift in the wind bringing a nose tingling scent wafting out of the thicker groupings of trees and underbrush. He assumes it’s an animal he can’t quite place, and he does enjoy a midnight snack as a wolf sometimes Imagine his surprise, when he catches the sound of someone /screaming/. His heart rate kicks up, and his paw pads ache with how fast he’s running suddenly. Paws pounding the chilled earth as the man- he’s sure it’s a man now- gets closer and closer. Derek growls, pushing himself impossibly faster, human part of himself screaming at him to hurry. This man is screaming for help, blood curdling screams that ring out into nothing as Derek nears. Finally, Derek is running alongside the man, maybe twenty paces to the left- -but he’s right /there/. His sweating, his scent one hundred percent fear, and it forces Derek’s hackles to raise , as he dips nearer and nearer, glancing about to find the source of the man’s panic. His fear. Derek cuts sideways, closer to the man, and barks- catching his attention, hoping to bring him to a stop, to try and…help? Help somehow. Derek instantly regrets his decision, as the man’s feet falter, and he goes tumbling forward. Derek was afraid of him breaking something for all of two seconds, before a dark shadow swoops in, picking up the man before he can even hit the ground. Derek skids to a stop, just past a clearing, eyes wide as the man is dragged /upwards/. Into the sky, and into the moonlight. Ten. Twenty. Forty. Sixty feet into the air. Derek is shaking, the predator in him fully aware that he’s staring at something he shouldn’t. Something that shouldn’t…that thing shouldn’t exist. Large leathery wings carry the man impossibly upwards- the gust of them ruffling Derek’s fur, washing him in a scent so familiar, it scares Derek at first. He couldn’t be out here. There’s no way. Not with this thing out here. It would be impossible. How could he? Derek circles the clearing, keeping to the shadows, as he can do nothing but stare up helplessly as the winged monster finally comes to a halt, wings pushed back now, flapping just enough to hold a hover above the ground And there’s the man. Dangling above the ground, one of the creatures hands outstretched- holding the man up by his throat, as he gurgles and wheezes his pleas to it. Derek can smell his blood. The piss running down his legs. He wants to help, but he doesn’t think he can He knows he can’t. He’s never seen anything like this thing before Moving slowly, quietly, Derek holds back a whine, stilling suddenly as he moves away enough to finally catch a glimpse of the whole creature. Derek’s eyes rake upwards- from the creatures converse covered feet, his skinny jean clad legs, to the shredded up red sweatshirt barely clinging to his torso. His impossibly long, pale neck- spotted with moles, and now blood. His face is contorted, awfully so. His jaw is unhinged, broken open- rows of razor sharp, jagged teeth protrude out. And he’s…he’d laughing The sound of it gurgles out of his throat, and it’s distorted, but Derek would know that laugh anywhere He’d know those eyes. The upturn of his nose. His hair, still messy from sleep- like Derek had left him. Curled up in Derek’s bed, he /knows/. It’s Stiles. There’s no doubt in Derek’s mind.  ((Gore warning again, straight ahead)) Derek wants to scream, wants to fly up there himself and beg Stiles to stop. But Derek is well aware he’s just dropped several notches on the food chain, and he isn’t that stupid. So he stands there. Panting, and scared, paws refusing to carry him away, as Stiles’ jaw opens impossibly wider, and he drops the man he’s holding suddenly. You could hear a pin drop in the preserve then. Everything holding its breath, even the trees The man gasps. He falls. And then he’s screaming. Stiles had swooped down before he could even drop ten feet, and latched onto his throat. The sickening sound of wet flesh being torn from a body flooded Derek’s ears, and he let a single paw carry him backwards. One step. Then another. The whole time he watched. Watched as his boyfriend drug that man’s corpse down to the ground. Still crying. As best he could with no throat to carry the sounds Still pleading Until Stiles had eaten so much of his neck he couldn’t speak anymore. And then Stiles started eating the rest of him. Big, clawed hands tearing flesh off the man’s corpse almost as fast as his teeth did. Shoving handfuls of it into his mouth, the sickening squelch of it turning Derek’s stomach. And he whined The clearing was quiet again for a moment, and the creature- Stiles, Derek reminded himself, terrified- Stiles stilled. His eyes, now a fiery scarlet, turned to Derek immediately. Derek jerked back, tail between his legs, as he tried to shuffle back to the tree line slowly Stiles stared, and stared. Head cocked to the side. Observing. And as if it clicked, he grinned. That horrible mouth, filled with guts and blood, grinned at him, and Derek felt his vision become blurry. Oh god, he was going to pass out. “You’re not supposed to be out this far, naughty dog,” Stiles spoke finally, voice garbled and warped- both by the gore in his throat, and his fucked up mouth. ((This is the kind of thing I usually write and keep to myself, so definitely let me know what you guys think! I love writing stuff like this, it’s what my brain is full of all day long lol))

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Hart and Hunter - Chapter 6 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Dane Hunter

Every Wolf has a favorite place to run.

Fortunately, mine is right outside my front door.

Stepping outside dressed only in my jeans, I let the cool air wash over my bare skin.

A soft bark tells me Ingrid is out here already, waiting for me off in the meadow somewhere, impatient to get moving.

I shed the last of my clothes beneath the shadow of the covered porch, leaving them folded beside the door.

Then, with a deep breath, I summon my inner Wolf and let it subsume my mind and my human form.

With a familiar, excruciating and yet welcome agony, my bones and joints crack and reform while my muscles mold themselves to a new frame.

A moment later, I stand on all fours, panting to catch my breath, tongue hanging from between sharp teeth.

My mind is different as a wolf, my thoughts made more of images than of words and I embrace the peace and freedom that comes from putting human concerns aside for a time.

In the meadow, Ingrid barks again, summoning me and I trot out into the darkness to join her.

She emerges from the shadows with her head lowered and her tail wagging so hard her whole body shakes.

I huff a wolf-laugh at her puppylike enthusiasm and nip playfully at her ear.

Then, at some unspoken signal, we're off, racing across the meadow at top speed.

I'd almost forgotten what a joy it is to run with other wolves and revel in the pleasure of showing her my range.

It's not my 'territory' just yet but if all goes well, it will be soon.

I can already feel it calling to me as the Wild sings in my blood.

Ingrid wants to see all of it and keeps trying to lead me up the ridgeline away from the meadows but I don't want to stray so far from Julian just yet.

My overbearing caution is rewarded when, as we return from a last lap of the meadow, I hear him scream.

With a burst of speed, I shoot off across the grassy plain, my heart pumping fast as my feet fly over the ground.

Ingrid and I had raced back and forth several times and I'd almost let her win once or twice, now I leave her in the dust, unleashing my full strength and speed as I hurtle back towards home.

Ingrid's sharp yip tells me she's got my back and I bark a breathless reply.

I'd left the door unlocked and work it open with my paws and teeth almost as fast as I could have opened it as a man, then bolt through the house to the bedroom.

I launch myself on the bed with a feral growl, ready to protect my mate to the last drop of my blood and Julian falls back into the pillows with a cry of fright.

With a few quick sniffs and a scan of the room, I'm reassured.

There's no threat and no sign of recent disturbances.

Julian's fright is real enough, though and jumping on him in wolf-form hadn't helped.

Whining an apology, I soften my stance, lower my ears and lick his face.

"I'm okay, Dane," he says, taking a few rapid gulps of air.

"I'm fine. I just had a..." he glances at something on the bed.

"A bad dream."

I follow the direction of his gaze and see a little book lying open on the coverlet.

The human part of my mind recognizes it and my wolf-self responds with a growl.

Julian wraps his arms around my neck and buries his face in my fur.

"Dane. I'm okay," he says.

"Stop it, now."

With another whine, I let my human consciousness surface once again and my wolf-self surrenders as I rise.

Julian shuts his eyes as, with another rending crack of bones, I Shift once more.

A moment later, I kneel before him as a man and take his face in my hands.

"Julian?"

He opens his eyes and leans towards me, wrapping me in his arms.

He's no weakling... there's a good layer of muscle on his graceful frame but he always feels too insubstantial in my arms and I take care not to hold him too tightly or too hard.

"I heard you scream."

"I'm fine. I just..." he draws a breath and releases it.

"I was having a look at my Dad's book."

I draw away from him.

"Why?"

He bites his lip.

"Because... Well, look."

He reaches for the books and opens it, showing me the rune-covered pages.

I shake my head.

"What?"

"These don't look familiar?"

He runs his finger down the page.

"Should they?"

He taps a spot and holds the page closer to my face.

"Look at the symbol. Imagine it drawn in a different hand, inscribed in a circle."

"It looks like the mark on Wong's wall," I say as a chill runs up my spine.

He nods and continues to turn the pages one by one.

"I thought it looked familiar... the one at Lagrange's as well. And..." he bites his lip again, worrying it between his teeth lightly as he does when there's something he doesn't want to say.

"What?"

With a flash of amethyst, he glances up and me and then back down.

"After I touched the symbol in Wong's shop, while you talked to Chief Coleridge... I fell asleep for a minute or two. I dreamed of my Dad. I dreamed of him again just now."

"And?" I press, knowing there's more to it than that.

"And..." he shuts his eyes.

"I saw the night he died. I was standing with him on top of the dam. It was freezing cold. He said to 'have faith' and then he pushed me. That's why I screamed."

I sit back on my heels and run my hands over my hair.

"Why didn't you tell me this before? About the symbols, I mean."

He glances at the little book and speaks in a soft, uncharacteristically demure tone.

"You have to ask?"

I frown.

It's true I've made it clear I want nothing to do with Fae shit but I hadn't thought he'd take that to include anything to do with himself.

"Did you get anything else?" I ask, trying to convey an open interest in my voice.

He shakes his head.

"No. I'm sorry for scaring you."

I take a breath and rest my hand on his back.

"Julian... let's work together on this. Communication's not among my strengths but I'm trying, here. Help me out, okay?"

He nods.

"Okay."

I wait and after a moment, he looks up at me, purple eyes bright in the dark.

"I think the symbols are Fae," he says.

"I don't know what they mean but regardless... I'm thinking of taking Noah up on his offer to translate the rest of my Dad's book."

I bite back my gut reaction 'an emphatic no' and take another breath before answering.

"I'm no expert but you may be right. Either way, it's the strongest lead we have so far and a good idea."

His face lights with surprise and pleasure.

"You really think so?"

"I said so, didn't I?"

He leans into my embrace and 'with some perplexity' I return it, enjoying the soft, safe warmth of his body against mine.

I don't know what I did right this time but I'm not complaining.

[faeri-fiction]

-8-

The white deer turned its ears in amazement, stunned by the snow wolf's size, and asked in a low voice, "Xueli, what kind of animal do you think this is?"

Xueli looked at Zilan's appearance, and said uncertainly, "Should be...a wolf?"

The white deer was confused: "How can a wolf be so big? Ordinary wolves seem to be no bigger than his tail, and he also has white fur."

Xueli couldn't explain it herself, but besides wolf, she couldn't think of a more suitable word for this species.

Xueli simply said: "Let's not worry about this for now, just let him recover from his injuries. Thank you everyone for your help today. Why don't you go back first? I still have some aftermath to deal with, so I'll stay here for a while."

Assisting in the treatment is not an easy task. The rabbits delivered water a few times, but they all looked slumped, and the white deer was not as energetic as usual. At this time, the sun was gradually moving towards the west, and the sun was about to set. The animals had been walking in the forest for a day, and it was time to go back to rest.

So the little animals did not refuse, bid farewell to Xueli one after another, and went back to their nests.

After her friends left, Xueli guarded the giant snow wolf alone.

She checked his physical condition, and saw that it was getting dark, and Xueli was still not at ease thinking about letting such an injured person sleep in the wild.

She vaguely remembered that there should be a cave nearby, and it was too difficult to transport a snow wolf that was so big that it couldn't walk by itself. It might not be very comfortable to push it into the cave, but it could at least provide shelter from the wind and rain. The only question is how to get it there?

Xueli thought about it, she is the most powerful fairy fox in the whole fairyland anyway, no matter how big this snow wolf is, if it is only a short distance from the cave, maybe she will succeed if she works hard?

Xueli's heart was about to move a little bit, she thought so, she put her head on the uninjured side of the wolf's body, avoiding his wound and began to push forward with all her strength——

She gritted her teeth and pushed forward, exerting all her strength, but in the end she can't even nudge him a bit. 

Xueli pushed with all her strength for a long time, but the snow wolf, which was several times her size, didn't move at all, it didn't seem like a moving being at all.

Xueli was discouraged, and fell to the ground with a helpless "owwow".

She glanced at Snow Wolf in disappointment, but things had come to this, and he could only sleep in the wild temporarily before regaining his ability to move.

As the night was getting dark, Xueli looked back at Snow Wolf with longing, and went back to the house to find a larger cloth sheet to cover him from the wind, and went back to the house to rest.

...

Zilan fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up, it was already late at night and dawn was approaching.

As soon as he woke up, he found that his body was covered with a cloth sheet. Although it was thin, it was surprisingly large, and even a body like his could be completely wrapped in it.

Zilan froze. He had already smelled the smell of the little nine-tailed fox during the day, and there was a similar smell on the cloth sheet at this time, which was obviously left by her, which made Zilan's heart move slightly.

He was about to take off the cloth sheet and take a closer look, but he just moved a little, and the heart-piercing pain immediately made him stop, and he clearly realized that he was a serious wounded person, let alone turning into a human body, his body at this moment can't even move slightly.

Zilan's mind was a little clearer than in the daytime. He tried to check the surrounding environment with his spiritual sense, and tried to contact his parents in the nine heavens, but he soon found that it was impossible. His spiritual sense was too weak, and now he could only move a little. A small area, and in this fairyland, even the slightest bit of information from the outside world cannot be felt, as if isolated from the world.

Zilan had no choice but to close his eyes first and check the things he was carrying in the divine realm storage space.

He originally broke through on the cloud platform, and it was completely accidental that he fell to such a place, so he didn't bring many belongings with him to the fairyland.

The double-edged blades he used had already been broken in the middle, but there is still a pair of sabers in the divine realm. This is a gift made for him by the wolf king and wolf queen before he was born. It is a real magic weapon, the body of the sword is ancient black iron scooped up from the Wanhan Pond. It is sharpened with the fairy spirit of the wolf king and queen and is indestructible. Each of the hilts is embedded with a precious jade that has been passed down from generation to generation in the family. It can be used as a pair of swords according to the owner's will to a certain extent, but they are essentially a pair. Zilan also regards them as a keepsake, the wishes of his parents, and he hardly uses them as weapons ordinarily.

In addition, there are only some medicines left on his body just in case, because he can't take things from the divine realm and can't use medicines when he goes for the tribulation.

Zilan looked at these things in silence, thinking about what to do next. His current mobility is still too limited, and the most urgent thing is to heal his injuries. After healing up, he will first understand the general situation of this fairyland, and then try to use writing to communicate with the people here...

Before Zilan finished thinking about it, he suddenly heard a faint rustling sound in the forest, he immediately stopped his thoughts, and instinctively looked in that direction vigilantly——

However, then, he saw the little nine-tailed fox named Xueli jumping out of the grass with its little paws. Seeing that he was awake, she excitedly called out two times and took three steps. And made two steps to run in his direction.

Zilan couldn't help but hesitate.

At this time, the sky was not yet bright, and he looked at the sky that was just showing a gleam of light, and fell silent in surprise.

In the blink of an eye, the little fox had already run to the front.

Xueli woke up early today.

She studied medicine from her aunt since she was a child. Before she learned to write, she learned to hold a doctor's knife first, and she has a strong sense of responsibility for patients. This big wolf was seriously injured, sleeping outside, and not sure what species it was, she still couldn't feel relieved after thinking about it, so she simply ran out in the dark to have a look.

Of course she was happy to see the Snow Wolf waking up, which meant that his spirit was better than before, and having good spirits is the first step to recovery.

Xueli jumped up to him in one breath, knowing that he might not understand, she still happily jumped up and said: "You woke up! Do you feel better today?"

Of course Zilan understood Xueli's intention to come here on purpose. He watched the little fox jump up and down in front of his eyes. Although he couldn't understand her words, he could feel that she was very happy.

Zilan is really not good at getting along with girls, let alone the little nine-tailed fox who has been extinct for a thousand of years and cannot understand the language. He felt his throat was dry, but he replied speculatively: "I feel much better than yesterday... Thank you for healing me, and, thank you for preparing the quilt for me."

Strictly speaking, what Zilan was covered with was not a quilt, but a relatively large sheet. But he has been suffering from cold since he was born, and he is far more afraid of the cold than ordinary people. Although after years of hard training, the cold will not affect him too much when he is not sick, but this piece of cloth has the effect of keeping warm after all. So it had a very different meaning in his heart.

Xueli heard the snow wolf also responding with "Awwoo——" and quickly jumped up, answering: "Awoo!"

Zilan: "Awwooo————"

Xueli: "Awwooo! Awwooo!"

The two yelled at each other for a while, no one could understand the other, but it felt like they had chatted, so Xueli jumped over happily, put her little paws on the snow wolf carefully, and shook her head, wagging her tails to examine his wounds.

Xueli mainly came to check on the snow wolf's injuries. She had never seen such a serious injury in fairyland, and the snow wolf was an creature that she had never seen before. Time can be good.

However, when Xueli sensed the wound on Snow Wolf's body with her immortal energy, she unexpectedly found that the big wolf's wound recovered much faster than she expected.

He looked like he was dying when he fell down yesterday, with wounds all over his body, dripping with blood, but after only one night, all the small scratches on his body were healed without even scabs; The wound had stopped bleeding, and there was no more immortal energy flowing from the wound; even the broken bones were already growing and merging, and the speed of repair was astonishing.

At this speed, the wolf might be able to move in only half a month. However, he was seriously injured after all, and it would take about three or four months of training to fully recover to the previous level.

Amazing!

It was the first time for Xueli to encounter such a situation, and it was surprising but also sincerely amazed.

She couldn't help plucking the snow wolf's fur, wanting to climb on top of him and examine his condition more carefully.

Zilan could feel the little fox moving around his body, but at this moment, his stomach suddenly let out a long "grunt—" and the sound was very clear in the deserted forest.

One fox and one wolf were suddenly quiet.

When his stomach growled, Xueli was lying on Snow Wolf's body, so she could hear it clearly, she let out an "ah?" and turned her head.

Zilan's face under the fur flushed hot, if he was still in his human body at this time, his face would have been completely red.

Of course, Zilan had never been hungry when he was in the wolf realm, and the feeling he felt now was new to him, but although hunger is natural, it is an embarrassing thing for a girl to hear his stomach growling, Zilan stiffened awkwardly, he didn't know if it had been noticed by Xueli.

But Xueli's reaction was very normal. She blinked her eyes, and then suddenly realized: "Are you hungry?"

Thinking about it carefully, this snow wolf hasn't eaten anything since it fell into the fairyland. He is repairing his body now, and it is time for him to need physical strength. He healed and she accidentally forgot about this.

She immediately responded: "You wait here for a while! I'll find something for you to eat right away!"

Saying that, Xueli got off the Snow Wolf, turned around and ran away bouncing her tails behind her.

She returned home quickly, found the food at home, dug out a basket and put them in the same way.

Before Aunt Shaoyin left the fairyland, she had prepared enough food for the past six months. Because she was afraid that Xueli would starve, she even put out a lot more food than normal. At least for a few days, it was enough to feed another wolf.

Considering the injury of the Big Snow Wolf, Xueli picked out several kinds of food that are good for self-cultivation and put them in the basket.

When it was almost finished, Xueli was about to run back with the basket in her mouth, but before she could turn around, the corner of her eye accidentally landed on the wooden box containing radishes in the corner of the room.

[therealmintedmango]

Cerberus - Part Three

Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut

Rating: NC 18+, Explicit

Words: 7,396

Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader

Warnings: Dark themes; Yandere Vibes; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Dark Dreams; Wolf Centric Chapter

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Cerberus Playlist — Apple Music (Let me know if you have a good song to add to the playlist and I’ll chuck it in there!)

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The hunt is on,

For it is night.

I lurk in the shadows

Under the pale moonlight.

All creatures tucked away in their beds,

Slumber taking its hold and pressing

Down, down, down.

Either a fairytale or a nightmare,

I get to decide,

For you cannot run and

you cannot hide.

Though she does not see me nor sense me,

I can see her sweat and shake,

A virgin so pure and fragile,

I dare not defile.

Not until she is heady and ready,

Shivering in my claws — it’s not too late.

For she is mine.

…Mine…

Mine…!

MINE!

I wake with a fright, my heart is beating viscously, thumping clean out of my soggy skin. I sit up, the bed frame creaking under my movements as I push the heavy sheets to the side. My body glistens, dripping in a hot-cold sweat under the moonlight that baths my room in her silver, pale glow. My nightgown is soaked, covered in my perspiration, the cream-colored silk clings to me for dear life. The hairs around my neck are plastered in place. My breaths come out in heaves, my hands shake with terror.

Shuddering at the nightmare I just had, I stare at the princes’ family portrait as my eyes adjust. There are no teeth here, nor claws—no looming figures that stalk me in the throes of the velvet night. Just seven sets of rust-colored eyes staring down at me. I tear my eyes away and stare at the tree branches outside, there is a heavy fog relaxing among the wood in an eerie cloak, blanketing the night.

I’m awake. I tell myself as I rub my face in my hands, feeling a cold night sweat occur. I am awake and I am alive and that is all that matters. I gulp, trying to regain some composure.

That nightmare was truly hellish.

Twigs snap under my bare feet, branches slice the skin on my face and arms as I race as fast as I can muster. A giant wolf or dog was chasing me deeper and deeper into the bog, the thicket of trees and vines so tall, there was no room for escape as my path came to a dead end. Its eyes a light golden color, its fur shrouded in the night as it hunted me, stalked me like I was pretty prey. The creature snarls, bearing its blinding white teeth, claws like sharp knives ready to pierce my skin raised above me as it let out this feral, ghoulish howl from the depths of its belly. It sounded like it was almost gleeful, a chorus of wailing howls surrounded me, forming a circle of terror with their sunset eyes, fangs, and ferocious sounds. I called for help, for someone to save me, but there was little to be done. Within the next instance, a whole pack of wolves smiled at me as the moon fell from the sky…then they descended upon me.

Then I awoke.

I shudder once more, a ripple of uncomfortable remembering races through my body.

My eyes sweep a glance at the fireplace, the stone hearth is dead, as it is well into the early hours of the morn, not even a peep of the sun shimmering gold and reds on the horizon. No autumn birds sing outside in their nests. All is still in the house and in the wood. I take some deep breaths and try to compose myself, still sitting in the guest room the princes’ have allowed me to reside in.

Why they are so kind and gentle to me, I shall never understand.

My tongue is dry and I long for a glass of water. I have a bell next to my bedside to call upon the staff if I need something, however I like to do things myself, much to the princes’ dismay. Besides, it is far too early to call upon someone at this hour. I shall go to the water pump outside beside the kitchen and fetch myself a glass of water. An easy feat, I tell myself as I slink out of bed.

I quickly light the long eggshell-colored candle in the holder next to my bedside, feeling the cool of the floor under my feet gives some relief to my anxious body. As quiet and gingerly as I can, I open my door and make haste for the stairs. I have been residing in this home for around a month or so and I have gotten to know these halls a fair bit. There is still an air of mystery and glamor to this house, the grounds, and the people inside the walls.

The princes’ all delight in doing various activities with me throughout the week such as poetry reading with Seokjin after breakfast on the days he isn’t taking care of his royal duties. I have noticed his voice and his demeanor change when he reads about romance, which he does not do often…he almost appears wistful. Yoongi likes to play the piano in the study with me, though he is much better than I at the instrument. It is mesmerizing to observe him play such intricate melodies.

Hoseok is particularly active. He delights in taking me for strolls any time of the day and has promised to take me hunting once the ball has come to pass. Namjoon and I discuss various books in the study's library. He has so many first editions to such classic tales—I enjoy his vast knowledge of the world. Maybe one day I will make it out there. Jimin has asked for my opinions on the gardens, though he says they are not fully ready to view and walk through yet. He brings a brand new bouquet to have in my room every fortnight which is incredibly thoughtful.

Taehyung is so fascinating to be around. He is neither too loud nor too quiet, he is neither too sharp, nor too soft. He is so many things and I believe that’s why he paints and creates many things. Jungkook is the biggest enigma out of the family. He does all the things his brothers do, but he is the most secretive by far. I suppose being one of fourteen myself, I understand you are a combination of all good things your siblings are.

Getting to know these princes’ is a touch overwhelming, but it certainly leaves me craving more from our interactions. Those amber eyes they all share bore deep into my skull at times, speaking to me in a language I can’t quite understand.

The wolf decor in the hallway to the dining room catches my eyes and I almost freeze in my tracks, the candle flame flickers as I suck in a tight breath. In my haste to procure some water and my wandering ,rabid thoughts, I have failed a few things: I do not have on the proper attire to be roaming around late at night, I don’t exactly know how to get to the water pump outside, and I haven’t realized just how eerie the castle looks shrouded in the blackness of night. I tear my eyes away from the stone wolf heads and their hollow eyes as I slink through the dining room quickly. The only sound I can hear is the slight crackling of the flame and the soft padding of my feet across the lush carpets and wooden floors.

At last I have reached the kitchens and I know the pump for the water is not far. Dawning on me, I have not seen the space where my food comes from. There are several large hearths for cooking, brick ovens, a pantry that is as long and wide as my room upstairs, cupboards filled with intricate plates and dishes that are in mint condition though they look centuries old. Dried herbs hang along the walls and the counters are so clean, I think to myself as I glide my fingertips across the cool, smooth stone surfaces. It smells of faint spices from last night’s roasted pheasant and slightly sweet from the cranberry pie that was served for dessert.

Mice are maybe quieter than I, but I secure a glass out of the cupboard—one that looks neither too fancy nor too breakable. I am a clumsy fool most of the right time. Never saying the right words or feet tripping over invisible laces.

There is a small door in the corner of the kitchen and a slim hallway one leading to a staircase upstairs to where the staff live, I assume. I gingerly press the wooden door open, fearing I have stumbled onto someone’s living chambers. The wood groans slightly as I push the latch free from its metal confines and I have come this far to give up on my conquest for water. I suck in a breath and close one eye in anticipation, mustering strength up to thrust the door open.

I feel it before I see it. The cold of the dead of night.

Before I go and do anything else brash, I quickly scan the ground around me. I see a singular brick on the ground outside and I place it between the threshold of the door, so I will not be locked out of the castle.

The darkness outside is thick, palpable. The fog is like cold, faint whispers of ghosts floating around my body. A breeze whips up and I clutch my candle close, fearing the yellow flame would be whisked away. I look for the water pump close to the house, wandering along the side of the brick and marble stone. The night air sends a wave of shivers down my spine. It turns my nipples to hard pebbles under my nightclothes. The fog is dense and the night is dark and the little hairs on the back of my neck start to raise in warning. I am determined to find some water, even though I am inching further and further away from the only door I know will grant me entrance into the house.

My body is telling me to run, run far away! Dash away like a mad person! Dash away like you did all those many moons ago!

However, the need for this water to survive is all that is keeping me stitched together at this moment.

To calm my nerves, I hum a tune I have not heard nor sung in years. A lullaby my mother used to sing to me. It’s a relaxing melody, the notes light and sweet. It usually coaxes tears to my eyes, though I cannot be swayed to dwell too much on her memory. The wind and my lullaby are the only things that my ears pick up on.

The little light from my candle finally catches the gleam from the metal pump, glimmering in the tiny glow. I have to make haste I think as I work quickly. I work in a flurry, setting the candle on the edge of the pump and placing the glass right where the water will flow out. I wish not to be out and about on this night any further. The metal groans and sputters awake, cutting the eerie silence wrapped up in the fog of the early morn with a knife. The noise sends a shutter down my spine as I continue to rouse the liquid from the mouth of the water pump. My throat is metaphorically in the middle of a barren desert, sticking to the roof of my mouth, tongue shriveling away placed behind my parched lips.

Something underfoot snaps in the wood close to me as soon as the water springs to life, filling my glass up.

The liquid spurts out, spilling everywhere, dribbling over my cold feet, my dry throat stiff and useless as I cannot even utter a simple whimper. I stop pumping, the groan of the metal pump clunking back into place with a thud. My heart is beating clean out of my chest, a black figure seems to emerge from the shadows; my nightmare is still very prevalent, swimming around in my brain as I nearly pass out from the fright of something lumbering toward me in the throes of the foggy, velvet night. My mind is doing spins, searching for the right thing to do. Do I run? Scream? Do nothing and pretend I don’t exist? Play like I am deceased? My stomach is empty, falling into pits on the frigid ground, my heart pumping blood into my ears.

It looks like a bear? It is very large and lingering, a snarl protruding out of the creature's jaws. No, a dog? I wish to vomit. The thing is stalking the tree line like a wolf—

“Y/N?”

I spin around, nearly tripping over myself, eyes blown out in shock as Taehyung's deep baritone fills the night with its earthy tone and rich timbre. He is in his night clothes, a quizzical expression on his face as he looks down upon me. The second youngest brother’s eyes flit to mine, the water pump and the tree line of the somber wood. Taehyung’s candle is raised to illuminate his strikingly handsome face in the soft golden flickering glow.

“What are you doing out here?” His amber eyes look down at my feet as a smirk dawns his lips. “You have a penchant for being barefoot, I see.”

“Prince Taehyung…” I whisper, my heart still beating rapidly, buried within my chest cavity. A blush blooms over my face. I am now acutely aware he can see straight through my silks, the cool, night air making my chest perky.

After a moment of awkward silence, the dog-creature nearly forgotten, Taehyung says, “I needed a midnight snack and there was a draft in the kitchen. I saw someone propped the kitchen door open and I heard the water being pumped so I came to investigate.” The sixth eldest prince smiles as he regales his discovery of me outside. “Let's get you inside, little bird.” He says softly, picking up my now mostly full water glass. “Hold my night clothes so I shan’t lose you in this thick fog.”

With haste, I do as he commands. Taehyung leads me back through the door of the kitchens and off to bed with a cold glass of water finally.

I miss his expression when we are outside: the way his thick brows are knitted together, eyes wild and unhinged, teeth are bared, gleaming in the glow of the candle and moonlight. This was his way of sending a silent warning to the creature hiding in the fog and tree line.

She is MINE. STAY AWAY.

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The early morning hours, where breakfast is served and everyone is flurrying about, are some of my favorite hours here in the Bangtan brother’s castle. I enjoy watching the brothers and staff mingle and mix, the princes’ keeping each other up to date with their lives and what they are going to accomplish each day. It inspired me to rise with them, not only to dine with all seven of them, but to hear what they are working on. It reminds me of my brother’s back home. My chest aches at the thought of them, sadness and misery clutch the edges of my mind and the morning sun rays permeate the curtains in my room.

The ball they hold for their kingdom on the night of the pregnant harvest moon is fast approaching. Not only are the staff deep into preparing, but the princes are as well. Each brother is doing something exquisite and unique which I am looking forward to seeing. Seokjin and Namjoon are splitting the duties of organizing the ball, though Seokjin is focusing on the food mostly and Namjoon is strengthening ties with other kingdoms as each of the neighboring states have been invited as well. Yoongi is taking care of the music; he is out with the Royal Bangtan Orchestra most afternoons, though he always has time to sit in front of the piano with me. Hoseok is handling entertainment like jugglers, fire eaters, and palm readers, which sounds fascinating to me as I’ve never experienced anything like that. Jimin is in charge of the gardens as well as adding impressive bouquets at every table and ropes of bright flowers that line every threshold. Taehyung is taking care of displaying Bangtan’s most eloquent and opulent paintings and statues on display. He is also very concerned about the fashion choices for the ball as wigs are all the rage right now and he wants to impress the crowd with his stylish, yet sensible choices. Jungkook has a surprise happening in the evening when cocktails and dessert is presented and though I press him for information, he holds tight to his secrets, smiling like a smug dog who has just buried a giant bone in the wood for safe keeping.

I’m grateful to them. Amidst the planning and preparation for this ball, they have still kept me in the loop and connected them, nor have they cast me out of their lives. If anything, I feel more entwined with them than at the beginning of my stay. A pang of sour guilt eats at my heart as I dress for the day in a simple, yet chic light blue gown. I hope that my brothers have received an invite and are coming so I can see them again and they will take me home. It’s not that I do not enjoy the company of the princes of Bangtan. Nay. It is the loss of my own thirteen brothers that consumes me, dread prickling my senses, the thought of torture or death backing me into a corner. I feel like a rabid dog, bothering the staff about anyone calling upon me or any letters received in my name. Nothing has turned up, no matter how much I write…or worry…It seems like I am at a stalemate, losing one family and being taken in by another…

I shake my head as I reach the end of the stairs, my stomach growling desperately for food as I try to shake a bad feeling from my mind.

Although I have made it my mission to rise and not waste the precious hours of the day, due to my roaming around before dawn even set in, I overslept. Taehyung gratefully escorted me back to my room last night with my water in hand, though he looked as if he had seen a ghost and barely said anything when we were back inside the castle. I am greeted by a few lingering staff leaving the dining hall in a flurry, concern painting their expressions. It smells of bacon, eggs, mapel, and tension hanging in the air. Wrapped up in my own thoughts, I have missed the angry dialogue protruding through the air. Like a silly moth to a brilliant flame, I am entranced; I wander closer as everyone scurries away from the ruckus.

“WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO? LET THESE DEMONS WIN?! LET THEM DESTROY EVERYTHING WE HAVE BUILT UP?! IT IS UNACCEPTABLE TO LET SOMEONE DIE LIKE THAT, NAMJOON!”

I almost gasp as my fingertips ghost the door to the hall. I have never heard Seokjin speak so angrily to anyone, let alone his brother.

There is a wicked snarl and something is shattered in the room. I recoil with the noise, the shouting and glass breaking reminding me of my father. Since no one else will, I should try and stop their bickering at once I think as I push open the door. I am greeted by Namjoon’s back to me, his large body and posture was menacing. Seokjin’s hair is standing on end, lips pulled back to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. Seokjin deflates when he sees me silently walk into the room, amber eyes that were narrowed and wild locking onto mine, turning into solem orbs at the sight of me.

“WE SHOULD NOT HAVE TAKEN HER IN! SHE IS GOING TO BRING NOTHING BUT MISFORTUNE AND DEMONS INTO THIS HOUSE!” Namjoon shouts. He then turns once Seokjin looks away shamefully, nodding to me frozen behind Namjoon.

They are talking about me.

Tears well in my ducts instantly, I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying in front of the princes. My heart dies and falls into my stomach, my throat feels tight, and I desperately wish I was anywhere but here. I wish I were millions of miles away from this place and all the gloom I carry around with me.

Namjoon sags, looking terribly remorseful, lifting his hands to reach out to me. “Y/N…”

I flinch away from his outstretched hands.

“I apologize, dear princes.” I whisper the words out as I turn to leave, throat going hoarse. “I-I never realized what a burden I was here. I-I-I will leave at once!”

“No!” Seokjin and Namjoon both yell, but it was too late.

I fled out of the dining hall and into the grand entrance of the building, running outside. I let my feet guide me as salt tears blurred my vision, the bottom of my gown was ruined as it was getting stained by the mud my boots were kicking up. Me. They were arguing about me. I choked on a sob, strangling my throat. I didn’t realize I was such a burden. Of course I am. I am doing nothing but pestering them, eating their food, and staying in their home for nothing in exchange. I ran into the hedge maze winding round and round until I was so utterly lost and exhausted, I took rest at the closest gazebo I found.

Stupid! I chastise myself. Stupid girl! Of course you are a burden! Your whole life you have been a burden! You make messes and hope that someone will come along and clean it up for you!

More tears and cries fill the space in the garden as I replay the short portion of conversation I heard between the two brothers. My heart is breaking. I should have never been so reckless with their kindness. They have done more than enough for me and I should never have overstayed like I have. Though I am feeling more comfortable everyday in the Bangtan castle, this is not my home.

I watch a monarch butterfly flit and flounce through the air once my tears have ceased. The autumnal butterfly’s wings beat like it is trying to get away from something, moving frantically up and down, then side to side. It carries itself past me, turning to me briefly as if to say RUN and I have an unnerving feeling looking at the beautiful creature.

A sinister feeling crawls up my spine…The same eerie and odd one I got last night…As if I was being watched…My eyes blow wide as I quietly scan the spot I am sitting upon. There is no movement in the hedges, no autumn breeze or sway of the foliage, the garden is silent. No movement is heard from any discretion, but I feel like I am being stalked. I am isolated out here in the garden; who will save me if I am in danger? I shake my head slightly. I am no one else’s burden. I have to save myself. All the baby hairs on my body stand though I cannot bring myself to stand. I am tired physically and frozen to the spot on the shaded gazebo spot in terror. My heart is beating when I hear a slight rustle coming from behind me. Do I dare look?

A head pops out from behind a tall, lush hedge and I nearly scream. The fifth eldest amber eyes lock on to my wide orbs at his sudden appearance. Jimin is like an air elemental, I never hear him coming; he is silent, cunniling deadly, or fragrant and sweet, but he can be boisterous and whipped up into a tornado if provoked unfathomably. I have only seen him act that way to Jungkook though when they spar in a wrestling match.

“Y/N?” Jimin smiles as he sees me sitting under the gazebo. “What are you doing out here?” His golden, amber eyes really drink me in as he approaches, seeing the sorry state I find myself currently in. His eyes flick to something behind me as he takes my hand in his suddenly, pulling me promptly up, his puffy lips moving into a tight-lipped frown. Jimin’s presence calms me down immediately, though his worry still makes me slightly concerned. “Come now, you have somewhere to be soon, though it is a surprise.” He says in his feather-soft voice as he leads me away.

I give a chaste look over my shoulder to find the butterfly floating down and landing in the spot I was just in.

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“It is a marvelous day to go to town, wouldn’t you say so, Y/N?” Seokjin says as we step out into the busy and boisterous town in the middle of the afternoon. He takes my gloved hand as I step from the royal carriage.

“It is, yes, your majesty.” I say, gingerly avoiding puddles of water or urine on the cobblestone pavement. I could not discern what was what.

Seokjin apologized profusely for the outburst I witnessed from earlier in the day. He was extremely sorry (I thought I caught a glimpse of a tear swimming in his golden eyes) and he vowed to repay me by taking me to a surprise. On the way here, I knew we were headed to the dressmaker as she lives in the south-east side of Bangtan. I easily accepted his apology for I knew how remorseful and ashamed he was for his behavior and words. Seokjin explained how they all voted to have me stay at the castle and Namjoon was really the only one against it. He was worried I would bring a kingdom of angry citizens and an army of guards to them. It was nothing more than worry and concern coloring his view of me and a potential situation I’ve put them all in. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Still, I felt more like a burden to them now more than ever.

During my stay in the Bangtan castle, I told them about some of my past and only that I’ve run from an abusive and oppressive kingdom. No lies, but not half truths. I am not ready to admit to any person that I am a murderer. That I’ve killed my own father at that…

“Paisley, will you escort Y/N inside, please? And give Madam Hwasa this to settle the payments.” Seokjin handed her a fat velvet bag full of jingling gold coins. Paisley, one of the staff I have become closer over the weeks with, has come along as our chaperone. Though, I suspect part of the reason she is here because she fancies Jongbak, the footman.

“Yes, your majesty.” She says softly as she ushers me into the dressmaker.

Madam Hwasa barely says a word as we enter. She is older than me, I gather, but not by much. She has a face that is ethereal and otherworldly, dazzling to look at, though she always seems so sad. It is as if she is waiting for a lover to return to her forlorn heart and she speaks in a meak manner. The princes have taken me to her twice now as they did not have too many spare clothes lying about fit for a woman. They say she only apprenticed for only a year before she took over for the master dress designer because she was so talented. They say her silks and fabrics have magic in them.

Paisley hands her the sack of cash and I am once again whisked away behind the dressing room curtains. She undresses me in a flash, the garments protecting me from the autumn cold are stripped from my body—my undergarments stay as I await Madam Hwasa to return. She works quickly and quietly, her small fingers working with haste in an expert fashion.

A slight chill runs down my spine down into my stockings. I feel like I am being watched again, but Paisley has stepped out of the enclosed curtain room. It’s just me, my garments, a chair, and a half-circle of mirrors. The little hairs on my neck stand at attention, the eerie, aching chill blooms throughout my body making me shiver. Jeonghan had told me that spine shivers are caused by people in the future stepping on your grave. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. What a terrible thing to think about.

I fold my arms across my chest in a protective stance, my senses are on high alert since last night. Dreams were the windows into your soul, were they not? Why was I dreaming about dogs or wolves or beasts? What about the creature last night, out in the fog, stalking the tree line? And what about those teeth, those claws….and those golden eyes—

“You have the mark of a demon.”

“Pardon me?” I turn around in shock as Madam Hwasa floats into the room behind me silently. I hadn’t even heard the curtains flutter or the floorboards. She has a cream colored garment with gold and silver gemstones in a dazzling display which swirl and cascade down the luxurious fabric. Since I’ve been here before, she knows my measurements and with her skill I doubt she’ll need any adjusting as she is excellent with her craft.

“The mark of a demon is there,” she raises a beautiful, long finger to the middle of my back, “in between your shoulder blades.”

I look down sheepishly. This is the bane of my existence, this off-colored mark that stains my skin. My mother had it too. She said it was good fortune —in the shape of tiny bird wings. Yet another thing of my skin that isn’t mine but, in fact, belongs to someone else. “Tis’ only but a birthmark, ma'am.” I mumble.

“I never noticed before.” She almost snickers. “And your clothes are filthy! You smell like those mutts!” She snaps her fingers and I place my arms straight above my head.

“Pardon me, ma’am?” I stammer as she wastes no time throwing the heavy ballgown over your shoulders. It had no sleeves and showed off my whole collarbone and the top of my chest. My eyes pop open. This was quite a daring garment, but it was beautiful, with the crystals placed so delicately and perfectly, it hugged my torso until the middle of my rib cage, fanning out in lush plumes of fabric—I looked like a fallen star. “Madam, I am sorry? I do not touch the hunting dogs per the princes’ requests—“

“You are a foolish girl if you cannot figure out what your dreams are and what I am telling you.” She snides as she ties me into the dress. Dreams? Demons? That’s twice today each has been mentioned. My tongue runs dry.

I was not only astonished by how I looked but by how Madam Hwasa was speaking to me.

Madam Hwasa clicks her tongue as she stalks me in a circle, eyes running up and down my body. “Watch out for those wolf boys. They are going to gobble you up.” Her eyes narrow, her stare catching mine like blazing fire. I am not sure she approves of what she is seeing though her fixation gives me a sense that she is challenging me.

“Madam, you are frightening me.” I whisper as I notice I was trembling. Was it anger or terror? Mortification or loathing? I wasn’t quite sure. Another woman had never spoken to me in such a manner, so direct, so merciless. “I need to go.” I look at myself in the mirror and my ducts are pricked with tears, my arms limp at my sides.

“My apologies Lady Y/N.” She clicks her tongue once more and pulls her long gaze away from mine. “You are going to be a beautiful, dangerous creature when you bloom into your full potential.”

I haven’t a clue what she means and my face twists in shock.

She calls Paisley in and they reformat me back in my original frocks and skirts. Under Madam Hwasa’s cold stare and long fingers, I feel more exposed now than when I was in that dress or standing in my undergarments. Madam Hwasa packs my ballgown and hands it to Paisley who share the unit exchange of fingers slinging over one another and long eyelashes fluttering and mouths curling up in shy smiles in the afternoon sun.

Maybe I am a demon for I don’t believe anything like that will ever happen to me. I am a burden and an annoyance. To my mother, my father, my brothers, and now the princes I live with.

Prince Seokjin steps out of the carriage and escorts Paisley and I back inside as we are whisked away from the dressmakers shop. She waves as we drive off, I see her as I am facing backwards. A cat-like grin spreads across her lips and I swear her sad eyes suddenly flash a brilliant green-yellow color.

“How did you like your outfit for the ball? Was it to your liking?” The princes asks like an eager puppy would, wide eyed and excited.

“It was very marvelous, indeed. Thank you for such a lovely dress, your majesty.” I replied in earnest because I truly felt that way.

“Nothing but the best for our little bird.” I flush at his words and Paisley looks at me out of the corner of her eye and I try not to be smitten lava with his nickname for me.

I have an uneasy feeling as Seokjin prompts Jongbak to stop for a stroll at the park in the middle of town. The park is massive and reminds me of paintings and books as it looks like it shouldn’t belong in the middle of town. There is a crystal clear river that runs through, with exquisite bridges, intimate gazebos, and lush gardens to boot.

The eldest prince sticks out his elbow for me to take as we meander through the gardens. I take it and he carries me through the park. Paisley and Jongbak stay by the carriage, no chaperone needed in such a large, populated space.

I still feel like my stomach is in knots and I am having trouble finding the words, but Seokjin’s presence is calming me down. It is hard to feel unnerved with such a fine gentleman with me though. Prince Seokjin is tall, handsome, a great conversationalist, compassionate yet he has a wit and hilarity to him that makes him all the more charming. He was the full package and I would have loved to see him when he was but a young lad. Men bow and ladies curtsy when they see him; they light up like fireflies in June under a full moon when they come upon him. He greets everyone yet keeps conversation with me, smiling. His amber orbs sparkle when he tells a tasteful joke about a gentleman caravan and I give him my full laugh from my belly, though it is undignified for me to make such a noise.

“Pardon me, your highness!” I say breathlessly, still laughing at his nonsensical story as we come to the edge of a gorgeous bridge across the river. “My apologies for producing such boisterous noise!”

“Do not fret.” He simpers down at me, the shadow from his top hat blocking the brilliant sun. “Little bird, my favorite part of my day is when I get to see you smile. You are unraveling more and more every day.”

Immediately my cheeks blaze at his words and his stare.

I remember the look Paisley and Jongbak share and for one fleeting moment, I could have sworn he looked at me with half-lidded bedroom eyes.

“Your majesty, good afternoon.” Voices like silk and honey call behind us.

I turn, breaking the hold I had on Seokjin as the prince almost stands in front of me. “Good day, ladies of Twiceland.” Nine beautiful goddess-like women in brilliant colored dresses simper, glowering down at us as they make their descent on the bridge.

“Where is your pack?” A tall one questions in blue. “Your wild and untamed brothers?”

“What brings you to our kingdom?” Seokjin ignores her being as polite as he can, though his tone is short and curt.

“Is this your ward?” One with doe-eyes and a bright pink smock coos at me. They snicker as I introduce myself much to Prince Seokjin’s dismay.

“Yes, indeed. She is a guest of Clan Bangtan and will be treated as such.” Prince Seokjin is seeming to lose his cool with these vibrant women and I can see why. They are relentless. “If you will excuse us, we were just leaving; on our way home for dinner.”

“Careful, Lady Y/N.” One with a square jaw and short hair giggles as Seokjin takes my arm as lightly as possible, ushering me away from these strange women with haste. “Be wary of beasts such as canines!” They cackle as we rush away, returning to the carriage in a strained silence that has not happened to me since my arrival in this kingdom.

My head is dizzy and my breath is coming out in short bursts. I look at Prince Seokjin and he looks like he is absolutely seething. His aura is dark, nasty hornets shaken and enclosed in a glass container.

As we make our way home, the sun setting, casting the land in a luscious orange and yellow. The castle is far from the town, rich, thick wood surrounds the grounds, encasing the large mansion in its own halo of trees and thickets. glow I hear the call of a lonesome wolf. Fear pricks at my heart and I clutch my skirts. “Everyone keeps mentioning dogs and wolves to me, your majesty. It is frightening to me.” I open once more to the prince who looks startled across from me.

I know I can trust him, I feel it in my marrow and sinew. With my whole beating heart and fizzing brain I know I can trust Seokjin.

“Little bird.” Concern colors his tone as he gingerly places his large, warm hand over mine. “Canines, specifically wolves, is our family animal.” He taps the metal wolf on his chest. “It is our crest. Canines have been intertwined for thousands of years with the family members of Bangtan. If someone says something about dogs or wolves, they are referring to us as a form of insult.”

I nod my head. That does make sense I suppose.

“Nothing will ever harm you.” He gently squeezes my hand. “I promise you. All seven of us will do everything in our power to keep you safe.”

I say nothing but give him a wry smile in which he returns with a beautiful smile that makes my heart throb, trapped in my chest.

——-

I did not go to dinner. I need to apologize to her earnestly. My outburst was childish and uncalled for. Hoseok and Yoongi reprimanded me, sparing in wolf form. Though I am the bigger out of the two, they always win. Pinning my neck just so. I shall be licking my wounds, physically and emotionally, for a long while. It wasn’t right. I let my emotions win like the terror I am. I am more calm than this. I chastise myself as I emerge from the wood. But still….I cannot help the way I feel!

My mind wanders to her lashes, her voice, the way she is soft, yet powerful. She is full of potential, a most excellent queen if she only opened her eyes a little more. Does she see that we hang on her every whim? Her every desire? If only she just picks one of us…What we wouldn’t do for her…

I find her in my study an hour after dinner should have dispersed. She has fallen asleep reading a book about wolves in my favorite red velvet armchair. I give a soft snort as I stalk closer to her quietly as not to disturb her. Her chest softly rises and falls, her cheeks flushed with sleep.

Stooping down, I inhale her scent from the top of her head. Fresh elderberry and sunflower. How badly I want to mark her. How badly I want to rub my face against her neck, tilting her head back, watching her gasp, swallowing saliva down her throat, and scent her vulnerable jugular. My amber eyes lock into her flesh as her head was tilted to the side, exposing her veins. What would it feel like? To run my lips across her flesh, feeling her pulse throb, the sharp inhale of her nostrils, the moan that escapes her breathless lips…

What would it feel like to sink his sharp wolf fangs into her, feeling the life drain from her? The blood ooze from the puncture wounds, her organs fail trapped inside her withering, frail body? To see the light leave her eyes?

Enough with these thoughts.

I scoop her up swiftly as if she was but a babe or a rag-doll and take her to her room, calling upon the maid named Paisley to undress her and prepare her for slumber.

His ears prick as she stirs. “Thank you, Namjoon.” She mumbles quietly. I don’t say a word. I shed my human form once I get to the edge of the wood. I give a cry to let the others know I will not be back this eve and only Jungkook responds.

Hyung, be safe.

It is not him the brothers should be worried about. The thing they need to worry about is safe in the castle—for the night.

———-

In my dreams that night, I am led by seven different colored wolves to a brightly colored carousel. The wolves are all friendly, large, and each smelt rather different from each other. Their fur is soft and exquisite, I run my hands across the canines as they rub their heads against mine. In my wonder, I wish to ride them, but I refrain. Their amber eyes glow with knowledge behind them and they grin wolffish, cunning smiles, revealing their sparkling, pearly fangs. They whine and pant and yip as they lead me up to the shimmering, merry fair ride in the middle of the wood.

They each jump on the slow moving platform, following some pattern, transforming into seven men in waist jackets, complete with top hats and masquerade masks upon their faces. I can’t help but feel like I know them. They call me with their howls, beckoning me with items in their hands: books, foods, flowers, sheet music, paintings, dancing shoes, and gloves. Do I know them like this? Do I want to?

Everything echoes in this space. I suddenly feel like I am suffocating, it is hard to breathe as they try to pull me onto the platform, but I pull away. I made a mistake and I need to flee. I am in danger.

I turn to go. The wolf men growl in warning and I freeze. My blood is ice, my pulse is in my ears, and I feel the seven sets of eyes upon me like they are going to gobble me up. I am prey!

WE WILL KEEP YOU SAFE. YOU ARE OURS. YOU ARE MINE! They cry in unison, an awful noise like they are wounded, shot animals.

The wolf-men lunge at me, their bodies piling on top of me, covering me as they growl and whine and snarl. Gnashing teeth and hungry claws tear me limb from limb as they pull me apart, ripping the pink muscles away under my flesh. My blood is pooling around me as I lie paralyzed in my own sticky, red mess of hair and skin, and organs.

A scream rips through my throat.

Two large, amber eyes glimmer at me from the end of my bed as a giant black wolf lays near my feet, its head slightly cocked to the side, its ears perked at attention. I faint from the frightening sight and my mind plummets back into darkness once more.

———

Part Two And A Half  l  Part Four

[iceprincessviviane]

Whispers in the darkness

Paring: Yandere!C!Technoblade x BookwormEnchanter!Female!Reader

Type: Romantic (Technoblade is yandere) Trilogy - part two. (Previous part, next part)

Warnings: swearing, possessivness, yandere, angst, injury, blood, threats, sugestive content, silly jokes created by me.

Summary: Technoblade is trying to convince and adjust Y/N to new situation and himself. Some time has passed, but troubles are showing.

Author's note: Continuation from part one. Insipration from ACOTAR. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

Words in red colour are Technoblade's voices.

Words in blue colours are Y/N thoughts.

Three days have passed and Y/N felt better. She was almost lying in bed all day, but she started to fast recovery. All her energy was restored and she could left their room. Technoblade went at adventure in Nether, for some supplies. She slowly went downstairs, hearing the cooking sounds and humming. Of course Phil was standing in the kitchen, preparing something. They both froze for a while. Realization hit her harder, than she expected. He knew... he had to know. Winged man sighed and his shoulders dropped. As he thought, he didn't know what to do.

"I... I noticed that Techno has thing for you, I adviced him conversation or something... when he left two days ago for training I have never expected, that he will come back with you in his arms. I was shocked, afraid and confused." Phil explained slowly.

Y/N bit her lip and hugged herself. He was one of her the most trusted person here, aside with Foolish and Bench Trio.

"Listen, I was with Techno through a lot of shit. He is my friend and I will always be on his side, no matter what. I don't fully support... this kidnapping, but I am still with him." He continued, then took cups of tea and plate with sandwiches. "Hungry?"

Y/N nodded and sat down. He put everything on table and sat too. Everything looked like during her last visit. Phil was living in house in opposite combined with Techno's by bridge.

"So... you won't help me convince him to let me go, right?" She asked with saddness.

"Unfortunetly no. I am not going to be involved in stuff between you and him. But is it that bad? You are not missing anything, Techno is caring about you, here is safe and all the stuff you need." He looked at her.

"I used to be a free person, you know..."

"I am sure, that he will let you go on backyard. On attic, we can set up enchanting place with books and stuff. Sometimes Ranboo is visiting us." Phil was determined to show good sides of current situation.

He didn't want to be manipulative, but for everyone's greater good, was that she had to accept her fate. Technoblade could be rough, when it came to be obedient. He really acted diffrent, since he found his thing for her and now, when Y/N was there, he was calmer and more relaxed. If she would escape, he will for sure track her down and then, everyone which would help, will be in great danger. Technoblade wasn't leaving something behind. Probably whole Smp will be burning. Maybe it was selfish, but Phil didn't want any argues or wars for now. Y/N was eating quietly, thinking about his words. It wasn't that bad for sure. She expected being injured and thrown into cellar or something and actually they didn't even tie her.

"You are being serious with that enchanting place and yard?" She asked quietly.

Phil nodded and smiled to her gently. After eating he took her to the attic, where was some space and shelfes. Immediately her humor improved, they even started to talk about setting up enchanting place. Later this day, Phil left to his house and Y/N was reading on the couch, cover by the blanket, because days here were colder than in main Smp part. Technoblade managed to bring most of her personal stuff here including clothes. She was wearing warm sweater and pants, but still got closer to the fireplace, which was very nice in her opinion. Sun started to go down, she was thinking if Techno will come, Phil said that he sometimes made trips, which lasted days.

Sudden sound of opening door caused her to turned at it's direction. Piglin hybrid stepped inside and smiled to her warm.

"Hi darliIIIAAAAAA!" He screamed and dropped something.

Y/N frowned and stood up. Small ball of fur squeaked and immediately recognized it's owner, it asap ran to her and hid behind her.

"Snowflake!" She screamed and picked up her fox gently, then petted it's head softly.

"It bit me!" Techno growled and sucked his injured finger. "This had to be surprise..."

She sent him warm smile and again sat on the couch. Snowflake snuggle her head into Y/N's chest, she hugged her back.

"Thank you for bringing her here..." She looked at him softly. "It mean a lot to me..."

The Blade smiled proudly and came closer. Fox started to growl, when he approached. Y/N gently petted her.

"It's all right my little one. He isn't that scary as he seems in first take." She smiled at Techno.

After a few minutes small ball of fur calmed and accommodate itself on Y/N's lap and went to sleep. Technoblade quietly sat on couch and looked at them curiously.

"Do you know that I am scary, intimidating and grim huh?" He whispered.

Y/N rolled eyes and looked at him. "Of course I know. I experienced that few days ago."

Silence fell upon them, Technoblade didn't excatly know what to say, this whole situation shloud looked way diffrent, he just didn't predict this whole chase, althought is was fun.

'Make her forget about it.' 'She will understand.' 'Chase was interesting.'

"Phil showed me the attic and mentioned, that there we could make enchanting place. Is that true?" She asked quietly, looking deep into his eyes.

"Yes of course! It's all yours, you can make there your working place." He said and took her hand, then gently rub it with his thumb.

"Really?"

He nodded with honest smile. Y/N hugged him gently, watching out at fox. "Thank you. Also I need a basket and blanket for Snowflake..."

"This isn't a trouble princess."

}*{

Some days passed Y/N was busy with making her workplace. Technoblade helped her, Phil occasionaly showed, but didn't want to interrupt them both. They worked hard with wood, she made enchanting table, because he brought most of her supplies to cottage, being careful and avoided everyone. For now none was looking for her and Techno wished, that this would last the longest, no troubles, no worries, just him and Y/N happy.

Piglin hybrid also brought her notes and books, so Y/N could study again, she was so happy about it, finally could do something useful. When the attic was finally done, she went into their shared bedroom. Deep inside she was still hesitant, when it came to Technoblade, but decided to don't make him angry. Being in tundra wasn't so bad, but also wasn't a paradise. Yes, she was thinking how to get herself from this awkward situation, but hasn't find solution yet.

Immediately Snowflake get up from her basket and sniffed around. Y/N smiled softly, recently her fox was more curious and brave, even tried to play with Techno's fox named Aura.

"Let's go to outside for a while, we both need fresh air."

They went outside, Y/N took a deep breath. Fox immediately jump off and started to run through the snow. She covered herself more by cloak and sit near, watching cute ball of fur playing around. Fresh air let her relaxed more and clean up thoughts. Around were silence, hound was sleeping in special building, sometimes Steve was moving in snow, to find a good position. Around the fence slept more wolfes, guarding the exits. Y/N swallowed slowly, she wasn't able to go through. Unfortunately, Snowflake had another idea, fox fast ran away from yard, jumping in snow and spinning around.

"Snowflake!" Y/N stood up immediately and ran to her. "Come back!"

But little fox puppy didn't want to listen, it ran away even more far. Worrying owner didn't think too much, just found place, where dogs were away and jumped over the fence. One of them woke up and started to bark and howl. Snowflake put her ears back, came back into her owner's arms, curling up. She hugged her tightly.

"Don't do it again, you scared me..." she whispered quietly into it's fur.

Cold wind started to blow and Y/N heard the whole hound howling, it was terrifying. She turned back just to meet Technoblade standing intimidating with sword in his hand.

"Are you trying to escape?" He asked slowly observing her.

"What? No! Snowflake ran away, she got over the fence..." Y/N explained quietly.

"You really think, that I am going to belive in this?" He made one step further, she responed with one step back.

"I am not lying!"

"You better not be lying, because you won't like my punishment, my dear." Technoblade looked deep into her eyes. "If fox is causing troubles, maybe it should disappear?"

Y/N shook her head. "I promise, it won't happen again, please don't hurt her!" She had almost tears in her eyes.

Piglin hybrid nodded slowly and gave her his hand. She took it gently and together came back inside. Silence remained between them, Phil was in his house, busy with books. Y/N took Snowflake upstairs and put in the basket. Fox immediately curled up and went to sleep, she backed into kitchen. Technoblade waited with narrowed eyes, she swallowed hard.

"You broke a rule."

'She wanted to run away from us!' 'She deserve punishment!' 'We won't let her leave the house!'

"I know, but I just wanted to catch Snowflake! You really think, that I would escape without nothing, only in cloak?"

"No, but rule is a rule."

He moved closer, towering at her. Their eyes met, red and y/c. She saw there anger and disbelief, but she didn't do something bad. Technoblade gripped her chin once more, Y/N hissed, when she was forced to look at him.

"Listen Y/N. I really feel diffrent around you, calmer and stable, but that doesn't mean that my true nature disappeared." He said slowly.

"I know, I told you... Snowflake ran away, I just wanted to save her..." a single tear strimmed down at her cheek.

Piglin hybrid moved his hand to wip it out, then cupped her face. Atmosphere changed immediately. Maybe it was warm, which radiated from his body or this gentle touch, but somehow room became hotter. Red crawled at Y/N's cheeks and Technoblade sighed quietly. His thumb has been found on her down lip. Time has frozen, she was looking straight into his eyes, their gaze locked. She grabbed his wirst gently, but he didn't stop.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm admiring. Be quiet."

But when he leaned in and Y/N colsed eyes, pending what will come next, silence distrubed light grunt from the door. They immediately turned heads at this direction. Of course Phil was standing there with awkward face.

"I am assuming, that I am bothering you..."

"Yes." Technoblade's eyes narrowed.

"Of course not. Come in." Y/N said and left Techno's grasp with smile.

}*{

Phil stayed till late hours, they discussed some cases, she left them quite soon, because conversation bored her. Y/N started to work in attic, but when night has fallen, she moved to their bedroom and started to read book. Snowflake laid on her lap, so she could pet it's head slowly. Phil and Techno talked quietly, so it was immpossible to hear anything.

When the door opened, Y/N lifted her sight, piglin hybrid entered into the bedroom. His eyes narrowed, when he spotted cute, little ball of fur, but didn't say anything.

"Talking is over?"

Technoblade nodded and closed the door, she put away book. Snowflake jumped off bed and went straight into her basket, avoiding him at all cost. Y/N sighed quietly and stood up, Techno locked his sight on her posture.

"I am going to take bath. You can go to sleep, if you want."

He blocked her way out, she looked at him with surprise. In one heart beat Technoblade pinned her to the closest wall. Quiet 'welp' left her lips.

"We had a thing, before Phil naughty interrupted us." The Blade whispered with deep voice.

"Did we have?" Y/N asked while looking at him, she tried to act tough.

"Oh yes, we had my dear."

He put left hand on wall near her head and right hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. Their eyes met again, confidence faced uncertainty. His touch was more gentle, that she might expect.

"Let myself be clear. You will have to pay, for today's little bad behaviour."

"Wh-what do you mean?" She suttered.

"Let's say... if you don't want me to throw out this little, annoy ball of fur... you will have to kiss me." Technoblade said with deep voice.

Y/N looked at Snowflake peacefuly sleeping at basket and sighed helplessly.

"Do you promise? And never, ever again will threat her?"

"Yes. I always keep my word."

She nodded slowly, red crawled on her cheeks, cupped his face carefuly, hesitated for a moment. Y/N, closing eyes, gently pressed their lips together, in slow, shy kiss. She had to stand on her tiptoes, to reach Technoblade's lips. His hand moved at her waist and pulled her closer and he kissed her back in more confident way.

Y/N was so sweet and her lips so soft, like they were made for him. Piglin hybrid fast took control of the situation. Hand from her chin slipped on neck, to press their lips closer. Y/N made quiet moan, which caused his blood to boil. He smiled through a kiss.

'So good for us.' 'So sweet, so soft.' 'Don't stop, don't stop!'

Voices went feral, their demands and screamings filled his head, in one smooth move Technoblade grabbed her thighs and lifted Y/N up, without breaking the kiss. Now, she slipped hand into pink hair. He muttered with satisfaction, but then she broke away and opened eyes. The Blade snorted, greedy for touch, contact and pressed lips to her neck, kissing slowly.

"Techno!" Y/N winced and grabbed his shoulders.

"Relax princess." He whispered into her skin softly. "It's part of the punishment."

She blushed even at her ears, when he pressed few more kisses, then broke away too. They looked at each other in silence.

"Well, now I think, that it wasn't a punishment for you at all." Technoblade laughed slighty. She shook head with disbelief and helpless, then looked down.

"Oh, don't be so shy, I mean, I like it, but you don't need to be."

"Are you going to put me down?" Y/N asked with impatience.

"Maybe yes... maybe no." He hid head in her neck's crook.

In fact Technoblade just had to chill a little bit. His blood was still boiling, lips were touch starved and hands didn't want to let her go. After a few deep breaths, he gently put her on the floor.

"Thanks you." Y/N giggled softly.

"Go for this bath." The Blade smiled haughty and kissed her forehead.

She nodded, grabbed night clothes and left bedroom. Technoblade was smiling like idiot, when she went out. Feeling in his chest grew only bigger through days, when she was here. Also he wanted show everyone that Y/N is his and only his, he would bite her shoulder or neck, maybe give her golden jewelry, but for now it was pointless. As long, as she wasn't leaving the basement, all of this could come later. Of course Technoblade desired to mark her, but her shyness and innocence were too adorable and entertainment.

}*{

Next week has passed without any serious problems. Technoblade was always in cottage, Phil sticked around lot, so they could spend time together. Usually, they were talking, pair of friends described Y/N their adventures, Phil was telling of far away lands, and she was always listening witn true amazement. When Techno and Y/N were alone, he usually read her books or they just cuddled on couch. Sometimes she was trying to work on attic, but it was quite hard, since piglin hybrid has become clingy and very touch starved. He stole her few kisses during this week, but they weren't so intense as their first kiss. But since yesterday Technoblade has acted like he was always lost in his thoughts. That was something diffrent, so she noticed quite easily.

Y/N was sitting at the table and watching piglin hybrid carefuly. He was making her cup of tea, but silence reminded between them for too long.

"You are taciturn, since yesterday... something happend?" She asked finally.

He smiled and turned back to her with cup of tea. "You are so caring darling." He put the cup on the table.

"That isn't answer of my question..."

"You don't need to worry about it. Everyone has a quiet days, even me." Technoblade grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently, it caused Y/N to smile too. She took a sip.

"It taste better than Phil's?"

"Um... I can't tell the diffrence." Y/N shrugged, it tasted good, tea like tea.

"Great." His smile widened and she felt warning twist in her stomach. Something was odd...

"You... are sure, that everything is all right?"

This time, he didn't even bother to answer. Just looked at her and studied her face. Y/N blinked... but suddenly her eyelids became very heavy. Though she was sleeping today well. Fatigue mastered her body, Y/N groaned quietly and put cup down with loud sound.

"Feeling tired?" Technoblade asked slowly.

She lifted her sight at him with little struggle. His face was stern, but something in his eyes... made her shiver inside.

"What... what did you do?"

"Nothing... nothing at all."

Y/N stood up slowly, but she tripped at first step, needed to support herself by table. He squeezed her hand harder and embrece waist, to hold her. She couldn't push him back, all energy went out, her sight found half full cup of tea...

"You bastard..."

Dark laugh left his lips, he lifted her in bride style, like she was like a feather. Technoblade kissed her forehead reassuring.

"I think, you shloud go to sleep my love."

Then, Y/N started to see blurry and finally lost consciousness. She didn't know how long she has been unconscious, but when she woke up, she has seen their shared bedroom. Then felt cold metal around her wrist. Still little tired and probably under the influence of drugs, Y/N tried to move herself from bed. Chain from her wirst was attached to wall and it was pretty long.

'What the hell happend...?'

Y/N didn't want to believe, that Technoblade drugged her... maybe staying here wasn't the best idea... Door opened with quiet noise, causing her, to look at it's direction. Piglin hybrid went inside with tray full of food. She clenched jaw and looked at him with narrowed eyes. If she could, she would throw at him fireballs again.

"Don't even think to get closer." She hissed quietly. "What is this?" She rose her hand with a handcuff.

Technoblade put a tray on table and sighed. Actually he had all his netherite armor on, sword at his belt, then trident and axe on back. Y/N swallowed hard.

"I am going on adventure with Phil... actually it's for supplies..." The Blade said slowly.

"So you chained me?!"

"I don't want to risk anything darling."

"Take it off." Y/N said totally serious.

"I-"

"Take it off!" Tears started to come up into her eyes.

Technoblade didn't even move slighty. He just watched, when she tugged chain couple of times, then sat helpless on the bed and quiet sob left her lips. He immediately came closer and crouch on her level. Despite her protests, Techno grabbed her hands and rub them gently with thumbs.

"I will be back in three, four days. You have food on table and I brought you new books. Chain can reach bathroom."

"Please take the chain off!"

'Music for our ears.' 'Make her stop crying.' 'We already miss her...'

He kissed her forehead, but then stood up and left her room, closing it on a key. Y/N was too shooked to make any move, she pulled her legs closer to chest and hugged them. Loud sob left her lips this time and tears strimming down at her cheeks freely. Snowflake jumped on the bed and snuggled near, to cheer up it's owner, but without any success.

Y/N just couldn't believe, that Technoblade actually did this. She behaved good all the time, didn't even fight his... sudden whims or whishes. He wasn't exactly as people talk about him, he had feelings, goals and persons which he cared about. He was a person, not a weapon. But this... she called fire at her fingers and grabbed the metal. After a few minutes, it didn't make any effect, but she spotted slight purple light on metal.

Enchantments.

Closing eyes, she focused on chain. After a second she had an answer. Mending and Unbreaking. Y/N cursed aloud, without key or magic, there was no way to open it. She was too weak for casting spells. It was made by Phil for sure, Technoblade didn't know enchanting that good... she curled up on bed, trying to find a way out of this horrible situation.

}*{

Ranboo sighed stepping at outisde stairs in Technoblade's basement. He was here so long ago, at least three weeks ago. Moving into mansion took a lot of time and they had to finish filling the rooms. After this, Eret told Foolish, that Y/N is missing, they immediately went to her home, only to find out it was empty and some things were taken. He helped with searching, because Eret and Foolish stated, that she couldn't just leave without a word. A week of no progress caused them to stop. Ranboo saw the true sadness on demi-god's face and he wished he would help. Tommy and Tubbo missed her too and Michael wanted, that Y/N read his tales. Enderman hybrid sighed once more and stepped inside. Main door wasn't locked, none dared to come here and steal something, maybe except Tommy. He would do that without any hesitation.

He needed blaze rods and some honey, to start bee farm for Tubbo. He was in the middle of searching, when heard suspicious nosie from on top. Ranboo looked at celling unsure. Technoblade and Phil were on trip, he know that, because they met in the Nether once in fortress. He knew only one ghost and he wasn't here for sure... Then he heard quiet whimper and sob. Tall teenager swallowed hard and started to head upstairs. The noises were coming from Techno's bedroom, that was really odd. He tried to open door, but it was locked. Looking around, he spotted the key on the nearest shelf, so took it and open door slowly and quietly.

Ranboo almost dropped everything in his hands, when he saw Y/N on floor, chain around her wrist, eyes full of tears, skin more pale than usually. She immediately looked up, her gaze was full of shock and disbelief.

"Y/N?" He knelt near her, look if there were any injures or wounds.

"Ranboo?" She almost cried this words. "What... what are you doing here?"

"I am getting supplies from Techno... and you? For gods sake, Foolish and Eret were looking for you!"

Tears left her eyes, when she heard this words. None has known what exactly happend... telling whole story wasn't a great idea.

"Why there is a chain on your wirst?"

Y/N bit her down lip and looked at him embarrased. This whole story was an absurd, what if he won't believe her?

"Technoblade..." she whispered quietly.

"Why Techno would do that? And Phil, he wouldn't allow it..."

"But he did!" She screamed, clearly with fear in her voice.

Enderman hybrid was confused, this didn't has sense or logic. He sighed slowly and looked at Y/N, no she wasn't lying, so what was the case? What was going on here?

"Let me help you with this..." He took metal into his hands and tried to break it. After few minutes, he grabbed sword, but still, stubborn chain didn't want to let her go.

"It's enchanted... only key or magic can release me... " Y/N explained quietly. "And if I leave... gods help us... Technoblade will be after me."

"But... why? What did you do?" Ranboo asked without even thinking.

"I don't know! This is madness, I just want to get back to home, but they won't allow me." Y/N started to shake and tears strimmed down at her cheeks.

Ranboo hugged her gently, she was watching out to not water his skin or suit too much. He rubbed Y/N's back gently.

"We will need help... to get you out of this I guess."

"No... Technoblade will be after them... please don't tell anyone!"

"But, what about you?" He seemed worried.

"I don't know... I will try to break out, but I don't know when... just please promise me, that you won't tell anyone!"

Ranboo hesitated for a moment. How will she manage to break herself? And how could he be quiet about it? Eret and Foolish are still sad and hopeful or her returning, Michael every night is asking, where is aunt Y/N.

"Right, I won't... but someone will know, now or later."

Y/N sighed, he had right... someone will eventually step inside Technoblade's house and find her... but now there was no better plan.

"Yes, but at least maybe that won't be my close friend... you shloud go, before they see you."

He again hesitated, but after all, hugged her for goodbye, stood up and left. Also put everything as it was when he came. Still he was torn, because, wanted to help, but didn't want to let down Y/N or betrayed Technoblade's trust. Finally he left closing the door carefuly, lost in thoughts.

}*{

As Technoblade promised, he stepped into house exactly four days after leaving. Inside was silence, he had full backpacks and was tired, Phil went to his part, they both needed rest. After put everything in magazine, he went upstairs and entered his shared bedroom. Y/N was sitting under wall, where chain was attached, room didn't changed at all, some things were moved, but nothing odd.

'We didn't see her for such a long time...' 'We are going to hold her whole day.' 'Can't wait to see her again!'

"I'm finally back princess." He hummed and got closer.

She looked at him and stood up slowly, a little bit shaky, she unsure wrapped arms around his waist and closed her eyes.

"Please, never ever again leave me alone here... please." Quiet whisper left Y/N's lips.

Technoblade smiled satisfactorily, then hugged her back and pressed soft kiss on her forehead.

"Will you be obedient now?" He asked cupping her face in hands and wiped out tears.

Y/N nodded almost immediately, Piglin's hybrid smile widened, well that was better than he has expected. He couldn't complain, more things could be complicated, but for now, he wanted her to calm and be nice as she shloud be.

"Good. Let me help you with this." The Blade took gently her wirst and pulled out small, golden key from his pocket, then opened handcuff. Skin where it was, was violated, red abrasions and scabs, his eyes narrowed.

"I will take care of this don't worry."

Y/N sat on bed and looked as he put away his cape, weapons and grabbed bandages, then cover injuries with it.

"Thanks..." she said after everything was done.

"Now I am going to take off my armor, then maybe bath. If you want... you can go downstairs or help me."

Y/N looked at him with a hesitation. They together started to undo Technoblade's armor, after a while he ended looking at her, when she was patiently helping. It took a moment, netherite armor was heavy and parts were big, but after everything was done The Blade hugged her tightly.

"I missed you sweetheart..." he whispered into her ear. "I'm glad, that we are on good terms now."

Y/N bit her lip, most important thing was, that they couldn't know, that Ranboo was here. This made her anxious, poor boy, wouldn't have chances with Technoblade...

"I missed you too." She smiled gently and pressed shy kiss to his cheek.

Night has fallen quickly, piglin hybrid was napping a lot after bath and Y/N finally could go to the attic or kitchen, so she spent time mostly there. Working and making herself her favourite meal. When she entered the shared bedroom, Technoblade was sitting on bed shirtless and taking care of his sword, he lifted his eyes in her.

"Come in."

Y/N closed door and walked few steps forward, this view reminded her, that actually she had trident with her, when got kidnapped. Where it could be now?

"Technoblade..."

"Yes sweetheart?"

"When we met in forest, I had trident with myself... what happend with it?"

Piglin hybrid stopped and put sword away, then stood up. She swallowed hard, maybe it wasn't a good idea...

"Why do you want to know?"

"Trident is important thing for enchanters... and this was my only one. I also spent a lot of time searching for it and enchanting it..." Y/N said honestly.

"It's safe in the cellar." He got closer to her and smiled gently.

She nodded and let him hug her, then wrapped her arms around his waist. Technoblade placed hand on her neck, kiss was slow and gentle. Piglin hybrid smiled after breaking out. Inside, Y/N sighed with relief, he didn't noticed, that Ranboo was here.

She let her guard down in vain. The Blade's gentle touch fast, became inescapable grasp on her throat, Y/N pupils widened immediately. Tried to pull him out, but that was only a weak try.

"You think, that I am stupid or blind?" He asked, then lifted her up, still holding her throat, air started to go out and didn't come back.

Y/N tried to kick him of, but again that was only a weak try, even when he was tired. She grabbed his wrist and trying to push off his hand, only to take breath.

"After a whole week, you just casualy asking me about your trident huh?" His eyes narrowed looking at her reaction.

'Grip her harder!' 'Make her cry and scream!' 'Show, who is in charge here!'

Voices again went feral, but this time they demanded violence and wildness. His sight almost became red and ears was full of noise.

"Techno!" Y/N whispered quietly, fighting to stay focused.

"Apologize and everything will be all right."

"Please..." Tears started to strimming down at her cheeks, she became weak.

He shook his head. "That's not how you apologize. Just say that you are sorry for being dirty, little girl, forgive me."

"I... am sorry... for being... dirty little girl. Please forgive... me." Words slowly left Y/N' lips.

Technoblade smiled with satisfaction, then just let her go. Y/N' body hit hard the floor, she hissed at sudden pain and looked up at male. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to stay like this, on knees.

"I hate do it to you. I really do. Please promise me, that you will be good, obedient, little girl."

Graps on her chin hardened, Y/N nodded almost immediately. After this, she had enough, hear pounded so fast, eyes full of tears.

"It's late, let's go to sleep princess." He left her chin and went straight into the bed.

She stood up shaky and quietly, then grabbed her night clothes and went into bathroom. When came back, Technoblade is sleeping peacefuly on his side. Y/N without any distrubing noise, snuggled into bed and turned her back at him. She couldn't sleep at all, just laying there and thinking. After today for sure her mind changed and situation seemed to be horrible and without exit.

The mattress sagged under the weight of Technoblade, when he changed his position. She immediately froze, again he put an arm around her waits and his head right behind her's. Y/N swallowed her tears in silence.

}*{

Couple of days have passed and Y/N became much more shy and quiet. Technoblade usually held her around, but when not, she was in attic working or reading books. Piglin hybrid was satisfied with her behavior, showing his affection and caring way.

It was almost an evening, Phil was working on supper, Technoblade and Y/N were sitting on couch, he held her hand and read ancient poem with shinning eyes. Winged man couldn't resist to smile, while was hearing it.

Everything became much calmer. Well it ended, when Ranboo stormed into cottage, heavy breathing, burns on his face from tears and he was in full netherite armor.

"I am sorry! Please forgive me..."

[luimagines]

Hey it’s the same comfort anon! I really loved what did with the prompt!

If you don’t mind I have another rq 👉👈

RQ: You help them out during an embarrassing situation.

Masterlist

Comfort Anon! My first requester! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I’m glad you think I did it justice!

I absolutely do not mind that you have another request!

I think I’m going to keep all of them in the same post this time around.

Set platonically and within the group since there wasn’t any specification.

You know the drill! Scenario under the cut!

Twilight

“Wolfie...” You try to fight the grin on your face and fail. “What are you doing?”

Said wolf pauses and stares at you thus beginning an impromptu staring contest.

You had been walking away from the camp to relieve yourself when you spotted familiar looking fur running around. It had sparked your interest so you ventured closer as quietly as you could.

When you reach your furry friend, you feel your face split into a large grin.

Wolfie was running in circles and rolling around the dirt trying to catch his tail.

It naturally amuses you greatly and you decided to watch for a little moment longer before Wolfie had actually managed to catch his tail and had begun chewing on it with fervor.

Realistically, you knew it probably itched and the poor thing was just trying to scratch it in the best way he could.

But it was still so adorably cute!

You ask your question, breaking the moment and try to hide your amusement for the sake of the creatures pride.

You can see the moment when Wolfie sees you. His whole body goes still and he stops chewing himself completely. Wolfie slowly lets his tail out of his mouth, making a small thump against the ground, while never breaking eye contact and waits.

You’re not sure for what but the way he’s staring at you makes you think you weren’t supposed to see what you saw. He looks the equivalent of getting your hand caught in the cookie jar and is trying to see how much trouble he’s going to get in.

It’s makes the whole thing infinitely funnier.

Your giggles escape and the animal begins to lower his head to the ground, ears back and flattened.

You’d dare say he looks embarrassed.

It softens your heart to see Wolfie in such a state so you try to rein in one final snort, fail, and begin to leave. “I’ll... leave you to it, Wolfie. I gotta pee. Have fun with what you’re over there.”

With your back turned, Wolfie gives out a pitiful whine that leaves you snickering until you find a more private spot.

Apparently, this one’s taken. 

Wild

“Wild...” You say, looking upward until your neck hurts. “How do you manage these things? I swear it’s only you who gets into this kind of stuff.”

“I just want to make eggs for breakfast!” He cries in defense. “I’m sorry for trying to do something nice for all of you!”

“Oh no, I get that. It’s this that worries me.” You sigh and try to get step back and assess the situation. Looking up is a little easier with and you’re able to see a better plan of action.

In theory anyway.

Wild, as mentioned, was about to make breakfast and had thus spotted eggs in  a nearby tree. Naturally he wanted to go collect them and feed his friends but there’s one thing he didn’t account on. The mother returned.

That being said, he freaked out enough that he dropped the sheikah slate, nearly fell out of the tree and in the ruckus had also scared away the mother.

He kept the eggs though.

However, when the word nearly is mentioned it’s meant to bring point that he didn’t actually fall out of tree. ...But he still might.

Why?

Because the only reason he didn’t hit the ground head first is because his foot got caught in one of the branches.

So he’s hanging upside down by his ankle and can’t access his tools to even attempt to get out.

This is where you, dear reader, come in.

Wild was actually far enough away and covered by enough foliage that the others haven’t noticed him in this precarious situation. You though, were heading to the creak nearby to wash your face and begin your morning routine.

Wild then yelled just loud enough to catch your attention and had asked for your assistance.

“Are you sure I can’t just get Twilight? Or Time?” You ask him. “I’m sure that one of them can just shake the tree and you’ll be free.”

“NO! Do not! Just-!” He flails around a bit, the branch creaking in protest but doesn’t  budge from the spot. “I get into a lot of stuff but neither of them will ever let me live this down.”

“What about Warrior then? Or Legend? He might have a tool of something to get you out-”

“No one else can know! Why can’t you just help me?” Wild begs.

“I have to say I’m little over my head here.” You admit. “Or rather, you’re a little over my head.”

“Very funny.”

“I think I have an idea but you have to catch yourself.” You grin and begin to move away.

“Just make it quick. All the blood is flowing to my head.”

You jog back to camp and take out your sword. A few more familiar faces are awake now and waiting for their food. 

“Hey,” Wind greets you with a tired smile and a yawn. “Where’s Wild?”

“He’s a little hung up at the moment.” You smile. “I just gotta go help him for a second and he’ll be back.”

Wind takes the answer for what it is, too tired to read too much into it and nods.

You sprint back and grin wildly. “Try to stay out of my way ok?”

“You couldn’t think of any other solution?” Wild nearly whines.

“This is the quickest way. You said make it quick.” You take a breath and run forward. With your momentum to run what you can up the tree and jump. With the added height to turn to where Wild is and swing in his foot’s direction.

With speed and accuracy on your part, you slice the branch that’s been holding him back and the two of you fall to the ground.

Wild dips into a roll and somehow manages to expertly swipe the slate off of the ground as he passes it. You do a similar motion but angle yourself to not come into contact with your blade.

Together you spot each other and grin, small laughs exiting your mouths as you get up.

“Thanks for that.” Wild pats himself off and turns on his heel. “I gotta get breakfast started but I’ll come get you when it’s done, ok?”

You nod and begin to head toward the creek once more, willing to play as if this never happened.

You decide on the way to not tell Wild that the branch is still stuck on his boot though. 

Time

Everyone was in Wild’s house for the day, chilling while they could, since there was little to no activity.

Time had actually retired momentarily to take a nap on Wild’s bed for the afternoon.

It was quiet.

Because the group was afraid to wake up the grumpiest member of the group.

So naturally you wanted to take advantage of the peace and brought your book and sat on the stairs while the boys took over the table and floor.

After a hot minute, you looked up to see that half of the group was gone, haven’t left to do something more chaotic and grinned to yourself.

Behind you the wood of the house creaked under applied pressure. You turned around to look at the cause and saw that Time had woken up from his nap. His eyes were closed and he was mid-yawn as he traveled down the stairs.

You got up from your spot and traveled a few steps to let him pass, but that didn’t happen.

Time hadn’t opened his eye yet and had mis-stepped.

His mistake cost him his pride as he fell down the stairs all the way down to the floor.

“Don’t break a hip old man!” Warrior called out in a laughing voice.

You threw your book onto the table and went to help Time up. “Are you ok?”

“Ow.” He deadpanned and grabbed the railing for good measure. “On top of that, I think I left my shoes up by the bed.”

“I’ll get them” You squeaked around him and dashed up the stairs. In your enthusiasm you over stepped one of the steps and fell up the stairs.

You paused in shame and shock while Warrior lost his battle and started laughing hysterically.

Swallowing the last of your dignity, you dash up the remaining steps and help your friend.

You came back down with an attempt to hold your head up high and held out Time’s shoes out to him. “I think these are yours.”

There was a small smile on his tired face. “Thank you. Are you ok?”

“Yes.” You nod. “I’m fine. Nothing happened. No one saw anything.”

Time snorted and took them from you. “Of course.”

Warrior

It’s was absolutely pouring.

Everyone was wet and there was no shelter in sight. It was dark and loud and everyone still had to continue forward.

No one was happy and everyone was silently fuming at the unideal circumstances.

You were walking next to Warrior, not making eye contact with anyone and you had to stop from commenting that he looked like a drowned rat.

His scarf has no doubt doubled in weight with all the water its absorbed and Warrior kept having to adjust it. It was sagging off of his shoulders and he kept having to adjust it or else it risked falling into the muddied ground.

As time passed Warrior had to continually fix it, and adjust it and he was growing exponentially frustrated with the prospect and was getting fed up with it.

You watched in growing amusement and restrained from offering your help because you were certain that he would snap at you.

In one final moment of baled up frustrations, he threw the scarf in one more lap around his neck and... well... he overjudged the strength needed and it swung all the way around just to smack him right back in his face.

Oh but it didn’t end there.

In his moment of blindness, he mis-stepped and tripped.

He hit the ground on his knees first but kept going, twisting to his side, just missing slamming his face into the mud as well.

You just stop in your tracks and tried your hardest to not laugh.

With hesitant steps, you walked over to Warrior who slowly started to get up.

His entire side was just brown. And Warrior... didn’t bother with showing the emotion on his face.

Just a neutral face of displeasure.

You quickly, helped him to his feet and and began cupping your hands to throw the collected rain water onto him and wipe off the mud.

It’s not helping.

“Not. One. Word.” Warrior takes a deep breath and begins to help you clean himself off.

“Yes, Captain.” You grin and take his hand. “You want me to take the blame? Say I pushed you down or something.”

“It’s fine.” Warrior bites the words as he says them. 

You pass a creek.

With the idea in your head, you shove Warrior hard and he goes right into the water like you wanted him to.

“Excuse me!” He screeches as his head bobs above the water.

The mud is washed off as least.

“You’re clean again! No one will know!”

Warrior is not amused.

You grin. “It’s not like you got any wetter.”

“...Why are you like this?”

“I’ll take my thanks in monetary compensation.”

Hyrule

“Hyrule.” You gasp. “Oh no. Oh boy. Don’t go back yet. Hold on. Don’t leave. Stay here.”

He pauses and does what you say, although confusedly. “Ok? Why?” 

“There’s a rip in your pants. Huge. I can see your whole-” 

“WHAT?” Hyrule grips the fabric and finally catches wind of the tear. It’s long and goes down the side of his leg but it’s... pretty revealing.

“I’ve got some sewing stuff in my pack.” You say dropping your equipment and dashing as quickly as you could. “I can sew it up. No one will know the difference.”

“...I can never show my face again.”

You roll your eyes and make the quick trip. There’s a small part in the reptilian part of your brain that calls to make it a quick mission. Stealth, silence and shadows are your friends and you make it back to camp, grab your supplies and make a break for it without tripping anyone else’s hand.

When you return to Hyrule, he’s sat down a nearby rock and inspecting what he can of the rip.

“I have no idea how you managed this,” you say when you get close to him again. “But I’ve managed to get there and back with no one knowing. I will, however, need you to take off your pants.”

Hyrule flushes bright red instantly.

“...Do I have to?”

“Unless you’re ok with my face being right next to your-”

“No, no, I’ll do it, I’ll do it.” Hyrule gulps and strips.

“I’m glad you agreed because I, for one, was not ok with that.” You hold your hand out and take the pants from him. “At least your tunic is long.”

“This is humiliating.” Hyrule mutters and sit down on the ground instead of the rock and hugs his legs close.

“Why on earth do you think I stopped you? Someone had to save you from the the ridicule of the others. Like don’t get me wrong, we all like you but there’s no survivors, no mercy, and no alliances when it comes to roasts.” You sat down in front of him and began to sew up the tear. “Any idea how this happened?”

“I think it got caught on a bush?” He rests his head on his knees and avoids eye contact. “I suppose I should thank you.”

“A bush?” You put it down and and stare at him. “A bush?”

He doesn’t reply.

“Hyrule if your clothes are weak enough to rip this badly on a bush then we need to get you knew clothes.” You finish and return to your task of fixing his pants. “We can get Legend and Wild and figure something out. Wild has enough clothes to spare and Legend knows good quality when he sees it. I’ll pay for your new clothes next town we invade, ok?”

“I can’t believe this happened.” He says instead.

“Give me ten minutes and you can at least put your pants back on.”

Legend

They were having a race.

The boys were so bored that they were having a race.

It was between Legend, Wild, Wind, Hyrule and Twilight.

Sky refused to run, Time was content with just watching and Warrior had a bet going so he had money on who the winner would be.

You were the judge and had placed yourself at the end of the strip with a small cloth for a flag and got in position. It was anything goes. Items, sabotage, dirty plays- anything.

Twilight was actually competing on Epona.

“Ready?” You call with a grin. “Get set! GO!”

You hear them take off but there’s a blast of wind next to you.

It’s so close to you that it takes you by surprise so you scream in shock but it ends in a thunk against the tree behind you.

There’s a groan and you turn to see the winner.

Twilight is next and he stops before he could run you over. “Are you kidding me? What the heck did he do? How did he do that?”

Legend is sitting in front of the tree and rubbing his head.

He wins at least.

The others make it within the next minute and they groan and whine but they leave without looking at the winner.

You grin and skip over to him, placing your hand on his shoulder when you get there. “Congrats, Mr. Hero. It looks like you were the- oh my god.”

You kneel next to him and tilts his face towards yours.

He’s bleeding from the face, a cut on his eye and a bloody nose.

“Hey, so you see this tree here?” He spits and it’s more blood.

“Yeah?”

“I didn’t.” He hisses and goes to wipe with his sleeve but you stop him.

“Oh boy. Hold on.” You gently take the cloth flag that you have and wipe his face, getting him to pinch his nose as you wipe his cut.

It’s thankfully not deep and not bleeding profusely. With a little inspiration, you take out your bag, your magically enchanted pocket and pull out a potion.

Legend is quick to refuse but you shake your head and splash a little on his face. The magic hits the cuts and is absorbed in his skin.

“Hey!” He splutters.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want to explain to Warrior why your face is bleeding?” You smirk and begin cleaning the rest of the blood of him.

Legend pouts and looks away, letting you work.

“I guess not.”

“I thought so.”

Sky

“Oh... that is... not ideal...” You hear Sky say.

With your interest piqued, you turned your head to look at him and what was bothering him.

“Sky, what did you do?”

It... was interesting. Somehow Sky had managed to get his whip stuck in a tree. Not just caught between two branches, no that would have been too easy to pull out. It had somehow wrapped around the branch, at least three times and was too tall for anyone in the group to get out unless they had somehow managed to climb the tree.

The tree itself was also inclined to be easy to climb. You were quick to see that only The Champion could probably scale it but he wasn’t here at the moment. 

Twilight kidnapped him to go fishing.

“...How?” You ask and make your way over to him. “How did you do this?”

He glances at you with wide eyes and a bit lip. ”Help?”

“Ho boy...” You take a breath and get up. “This.... I have one solution.”

“Ok?”

“How good is your aim?” You glance up at the problem again. “Scratch that, how good is your throwing arm?”

“Pretty good I like to think.” He admits. 

“Ok, throw it over the branch but in the opposite direction. We have to undo the loops first.”

“We? Sounds like it’s just me.” Sky steps closer to the tree and prepares to throw the handle over the branch.

“Well there’s not exactly place for me to step in now, is there?” You put your hands on your hips and smirk.

It goes over one loop just fine.

It still doesn’t budge.

Sky throws it again, misses, tries again and makes it.

It’s only one loop over the branch but it still won’t move. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sky growls and throws it into the air in frustration.

“Ok, hold on, if it just need one more throw-”

He made it loose in the process but neither of you were paying attention. It had sung for a minute, budged and had swung all the way back to to you both coming off of the branch in the process. The inertia was still in motion and it had managed to hit Sky directly in the face while you were talking.

Luckily, it wasn’t that strong of a hit.

“Oh hey!” You grin and try not to laugh. “It’s out!”

“Let’s never speak of this.”

“Come on, it’s funny.”

“Ever.”

Four

“Wild, do you have any towels I can dry my hands off with?” Four asks from behind you.

You were all in Wild’s house once more and currently getting ready for dinner.

“Yeah, top shelf.” Wild replies without looking up from the pot.

You glance back as well to see where Wild would have been thinking about.

Yup, you think, that’s the top shelf alright.

Four is stuck staring at the height and begins to slowly look around.

You get an idea of where he’s going with this and power walk to his side. Your intuition is proven correct when he then attempts to climb Wild’s house and furniture just to get it.

His hands are also still wet, mind you.

You can see his white knuckled grip as he tries to fight the lack of traction and decide to help him out.

“I got it!” He says, when you nudge him aside.

“You don’t.” You reply and copy his movements to reach a singular towel. You’re back down in a split second but the bounty in within your grasp.

“It’s not like you can reach it either!”

“Still took me less time and significantly less climbing to get it.” You toss the towel in his face with a grin. “I doubt you even had good grip either. I thought you were going to fall and crack your head open on the floor.”

“Please don’t fall in my house and crack your head on the floor.” Wild speaks up. “Blood is so hard to clean up.”

“Know from experience?”

“Don’t tell Twilight.”

“Get lower shelves Wild Child.” Four dries his hands and tosses the troublesome cloth to Wild.

He catches it with blinking and shoves it into his apron. “I’ll take your criticism to the manager and see what we can do.”

“Manager? This is your house! You’re the manager!”

“So? I said what I said!”

“You boys done play fighting or are we going to have to wait to eat?” You ask.

...

“I’d like to eat now please.”

“On it.”

Wind

It was your turn on watch and there was nothing to do.

Not that you were asking for trouble but it would have been nice to at least be able to do patrol or something.

But nooooo... For safety reasons, i.e. the storm just beyond your coverings, everyone was supposed to stay within the camp at all times.

You didn’t disagree with it so to speak. It was more of a mild inconvenience.

That was until Wind got up with whispered...but still loud, curses.

You stood up and tip toed your away around the half hazardly tossed limbs of your comrades. “Everything ok Wind?”

He jumps and grabs the blankets around himself, folding them, bunching them together and curling ever so slightly over himself.

“Everything’s fine!”

“Shh..” You put a finger to your lips and look around the group.

No one woke up.

“What’s got your jimmies in a twist kid?” You squat down and place your hand on the blankets. They’re wet and the smell....

Oh you know what happened.

You stand up again and give him the curtesy of not saying it out loud. “I have a plan but you have to do as I say, no questions asked. We can make it so no one will know what happened. Ever. And this stays between only you and me, ok?”

You wipe your hand on your pants and hold out the opposite one to the boy. He stares at you with a red face and contemplates the choice. After only two seconds of deliberation, he takes your hand and gets up.

You suppose that to have an out, verses having to explain to everyone that he’s been looking up to sounds very appealing in the end. Better for only one person to know than ten.

“You’re lucky it’s still pouring buckets.” you say and grab all the blankets from his bed roll that you can. Chancing a glance at him, you see that his clothes are wet as well, pretty much from the waist down. With another thing to fix, you notice that his very bedroll is right by a huge puddle that had been forming and no one knew.

The hand in the glass water trick, then.

Your friends have seen and done that a few times to a few poor unsuspecting soul.

“Ok, here’s what you’re going to do.” You turn to Wind. “You’re going to change out of your clothes and into some clean ones. And then you’re going back to bed in my bed roll.”

“But where will you sleep?” He asks with a hand gripping his shirt

“I’ll steal it from the next guy.” You lie...kinda... That actually sounds appealing but you don’t think on it too much. “I’ll take the next shift to buy time and I’m going to throw your blankets and bed roll out into the rain, ok?”

“You were too close to the borders of the tarp anyway.” You continue with your plan, throwing them out for a second before turning on your heel and getting some of your clothes for Wind.

You think you might have something that’ll fit him but if not, it’s only to sleep in.

He changes into the clothes while you back out to the blankets.

In your search for the clothes, you dug out your powered soap and tossed some of it on the blankets and bed roll. After rubbing the fabric together to get it sudsy and deep into the material, you set it up against the tree and branches, letting the falling rain drops hit it and filter through.

It’s rudimentary and it took you longer than you wanted because now you’re also soaked to the bone and only halfway through but you think back to being a thirteen year old and how embarrassed you would have been and plow on to save Wind from the same fate.

You step back into the tarp and guide Wind, taking his clothes away to where you were sleeping prior. You’re clothes are way too big on him and it’s honestly more endearing than you would have thought.

“Thanks.” Wind says in a small voice. He’s humiliated, you know but you don’t focus on it.

“Your hand got wet and you pissed yourself in your sleep.” You say and shrug. “My friends and I were... are brats and it’s not the first we’ve played that prank. Put the poor saps in a glass of warm water and watch them pee their pants. It’s funny when it’s planned and well... not you. I won’t tell a soul.”

“You better not.” He sits down in your bed roll and begins to get comfortable. “It’s smells nice.”

“I try.” You grin.

“Do I owe you?” He looks up with big eyes and you think that it makes him look younger than he is.

“It’s on the house.” You wave him off and dash back in the rain to clean the rest of his clothes.

On the way back to cover, you kick the support that was closest to Wind’s spot, sending a torrent of rain upon yourself in the process but the spot where the pirate was is considered useless now.

Wind tilts his head from his spot and you grin. “Cover story.”

The rest of night is spent watching the time, watching the others and taking turns with Wind’s clothes and blankets by the fire so that all three of you can dry off before the sun comes up and the other inevitably ask questions.

By morning you’re dead on your feet, but consider it a job well done. 

[roxannecullen]

Wounds - Jacob Black x Newborn vampire! reader

!!Language!!

A usual stormy saturday with the cullens going to play baseball - except for me. I didn‘t like the running, the dirt and the annoying fights over wether it was a win or not, so I stayed at home after convincing my adoptive mother, Esme. Carlisle on the other hand was pretty much against it because I JUST turned into a blood sucking freak. However Esme and I thought that I was able to control myself very well, and if anything happens, I‘d just call their phone.

So here I am, in the living room, trying to get used to the horrible taste of popcorn, that once used to be my favourite snack for movie nights. The little fireplace may have been lit, warming up the room, but my body was cold - ice cold. Attempting to enjoy a classic horror movie that I‘ve probably seen for the houndreth time, a very loud noise came from the woods. It sounded like growling to be exact. I roll my eyes „Maybe it‘s just those stupid dogs playfighting in the wrong area again“ but my thoughts were completely wrong.

Carefully and slowly I stood up and went to peek through the curtains to get a glimpse of what‘s happening. A loud yelp gave me a jumpscare and suddenly, as I twitched at the sound, I see a familiar wolf being thrown to the porch. The worst thing is that the blood was splattered all over the place.

Fuck fuck fuck! how do I do this now?!

My self control was good, but only for a small amount. There was a whole wolf on the porch, bleeding. Dramatically running my pale hands through my (h/c) hair, I take a deep breath and try not to inhale too much of the smell.

Of course I was taking long to open the door and saw that the giant dog was nowhere to be seen on the porch, but he was trying to run back into the woods when his fur-covered body collapsed to the ground and turned back into a human form. Jacob Black. Great..

He could wish for me being kind to him to help, but the only reason I‘m now trying to carry the tall guy into the house, is to avoid other vampires to get drawn in by the metallic scent. With his arm around my shoulder, and my arm around his waist, I bring him inside, ignoring the failed attempt of him to break free. He knew I was „allergic“ to him and so was he to me. Once again, I‘m only doing this for the sake of my family‘s and my own safety.

„Because of YOU, he‘s gone! Do you know what you just caused me?!“ ouch…it‘s my fault.

„Tragic“ I reply with a monotone voice. „Y‘know it‘s you who got yeeted to my porch. So you better shut up before you emberass yourself some more.“ I explained, sitting down on the couch across him. My red eyes examined his muscular, sweaty body that was covered in scars, bite marks and scratches…

It was filthy werewolf blood, but for some reason it smelled..good. I couldn‘t stop my eyes from wandering along his body over and over again until he finally spoke up „Are you going to eat me, fuck me or help me? because I don‘t know how to feel about this situation right now“

„Yeah….right“ I said, snapping out of it. I blinked a few times to come back to reality and stood up, going to look for Carlisle‘s first aid kit. Good thing he‘s a doctor, it comes in handy.

I thought I would come back to Jacob leaving but surprisingly he was still there, sitting on the couch, hissing in pain. I couldn‘t get a good glimpse of his wounds from the side so I knelt down between his legs. This situation was more than uncomfortable for the both of us, yet there was no other way of treating this mess. I was lucky I used to play doctor games on the PC when I was younger, so I definitely had an idea of what I was doing. The dark haired male was very tense once I was this close to him, but he remained calm.

Once the soft cotton pad touched his warm skin, he threw himself back against the couch, wincing in pain. „Don‘t be so dramatic, it‘s not that bad. You might need stitches though.“ - „Not that bad? Maybe for you blood suckers!“. This again.. I rolled my eyes and stopped treating his wounds.

He‘s always so grumpy..no wonder Bella rejected him. But somehow, I feel bad for him. Despite being different we still were kinda the same. A small sigh escaped my lips „Listen I‘m just trying to clean you up, so you WON‘T get eaten by blood suckers. Now let me do this before the others come back.“

I think my words somehow got into his thick head as he was finally quiet and let me do my job. Carlisle should really consider hiring me at the hospital. My own thoughts made me smile like silly and for some reason I could feel Jacob smile a little too.

I dabbed the cotton over his perfectly defined abs, looking up at him to see if he‘s in pain. Instead of a painful expression, my red orbs meet his dark ones. The dim light really caused something… the both of us all alone, silence… wait nonono. Those are taboo thoughts!

Looking away, I grab the needle and a thread „You can hold my hand if you‘re scared..“ I said in a teasing tone.

Jacob let out a small scoff, and gave me his stupid grin „Don‘t worry, I can take this“

Yeah..absolutely.

I slowly stick the needle and thread through his skin, stitching his wounds close one by one. A few painful sounds did come from him but nothing too dramatic.

„Y/N?“

„Yes?“

„I feel bad for..what happened to you“

said the werewolf. It was obvious we would get to this topic. I turned…or died a few weeks ago with Victoria getting her hands on me. I was supposed to join her newborn army but I still had my own will and escaped, then I met the cullens. Esme Cullen was the one who accepted me. Of course, I was the youngest of the siblings. It was terrifying at first..I had to survive and lived off human blood for a short moment. I will never forget the pain of the process, but I‘m doing better now. It‘s s part that makes me stronger.

„You should not care about other people‘s business, dog. Alright..you‘re as good as new.“ I said, looking up at the guy.

Jake wasn‘t the greatest but it was enough for him to get back home safe.

„Jacob.“

„Yes?“

„I feel bad for..the thing with Bella.“

I can‘t explain why but I just had to get this off my chest. And so we ended up talking about our past relationships, future plans…somehow he had interesting things to tell, and he seemed quite interessted in mine.

He even helped me clean the porch and being honest that wolf looked fine with those wounds on his body, it made him ten times hotter. We were laughing for a moment until we heared the cullen‘s volvo pull up to the garage.

We both knew it was time to say goodbye so one last word exchange of ours was -

„Hey Loco, you will never tell anyone about this“

„I think it would be just as emberassing for me as it would be for you. See you blood sucker!“.

With that he ran off. Just in that moment, Emmett came up, carrying the baseball equipment „You‘re cleaning? At this hour?“ - „..Yeah I…beat up a burglar“ I smiled, pretending as if nothing has ever happened.

Maybe not all dogs are bad.

[milkmademozzarella]

Sweet Violence

Pairing: Werewolf! Toji Fushiguro x Little Red Riding Hood! Reader

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 2.4k

Notes: Oh boy did this take forever. If it gets enough interaction then I'll make a part two!

Special thanks: @craftycheetah

The job was supposed to be simple.

The job was to go to and from your grandparent's house to deliver the food. But there were a few rules your parents tasked you with following, such as; stay on the path, don’t get lost, stay in the light and be back by dusk. But things never went according to plan for you, now did they?

Not only were you not back by dusk, but you broke every rule imaginable. It wasn’t on purpose! It was a complete accident how you got to where you were now. In the middle of the forest, in the dark, only accompanied by the basket filled with goodies your parents gave you.

The moon shone brightly in the night sky, big and round as it was a full moon tonight. The moon shined down, basking your form in silver light. It was quiet, too quiet for comfort. There was no rustling of critters, no wind blowing through the trees creating a soft sound; it was just silence. Unsettling, terrifying, silence.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

You turned around slowly to the source of the noise, you heartbeat pounding in your ears as you saw glowing eyes in the night, staring at you at eye length. It was as tall as you. You gulped as those ruby red eyes continued to stare at you, not daring to move a muscle as you were paralyzed with fear.

“Well, what do we have here?” A deep voice growled through the night.

“W-Who’s there!” You called out, the gravity of the situation finally settling in.

“A princess in distress,” The voice continued, wavering through the trees, circling around you as if it were moving. And it was, all around you. “It might just be my lucky day.”

You clutched your basket to your chest, trying your best to stop the shivers that went through your body along with your shaky hands. It was not the time to be nervous right now, you had a job to do. You were going to make it to your grandparent’s house in one piece, and nothing was going to stop you. Especially not some stupid—

“Wolf!”

You screamed as a body collided with yours at full impact. Your basket flew out of your hands, landing next to a nearby tree, thankfully unharmed. Your bodies tumbled together, eventually coming to a stop as you were pinned to the floor by heavy black paws. Wait- paws?

“What the fuck!” You screamed.

You whimpered as you made eye contact with the beast on top of you. Glowing red eyes stared into your soul and scanned every part of your body. He examined your body and everything that laid before him, emotion unreadable behind those crimson eyes. To say you were scared was an understatement, you were horrified!

You screamed as you wildly kicked, your feet making contact with a rock-solid chest covered in soft fur. It was hard to see with the tears springing in your eyes, so you screwed them shut, not wanting to let this animal get the satisfaction of seeing you down.

“Get off!”

You maneuvered your foot into the beast, raising your knees tightly to your chest before launching them into the animal's chin. The paws pinning you to the ground were suddenly gone as your ears detected a pained whine. Without wasting a second, you leaped to your feet, grabbed your basket, then took off into the green of the forest. Your heartbeat was in your ears as you raced past the trees and bushes, not knowing where you were going except away from the wolf that just tried to attack you. Really, you should be trying to find your grandparent's house, but that was the last thing on your mind right now. The first thing was surviving the night to live another day to even get to see your grandparents.

That’s when you heard it, the sound of growls and paws pounding behind you. Goddammit, why didn’t you bring a gun with you! Then this whole thing would’ve been over swift and easy! Deep down, you knew you’d never be able to kill an animal. Still, the thought of scaring it off with the weapon by waving it around was enough to encourage your fantasy on how to keep yourself safe.

“Help!” You screamed.

You continued to rush through the forest, branches hitting your cloak and nicking the exposed parts of your skin. It burned like a bitch, but it was currently the least of your worries. You were more concerned about the giant wolf that was chasing you. Hell, you didn’t even know wolves could get that big!

After what felt like hours of rushing into the woods you finally came to a stop, the sound of footprints no longer behind you. You hunched over and began to breathe heavily, taking in large greedy breaths as you recovered.

Damn, that was close. Way too close. You couldn’t believe what had happened. Where were you anyways? You definitely weren’t near your village. The area looked vaguely familiar, you think that your grandpa took you hunting in the area before, you didn’t know.

Bang, bang, bang!

Your hands went to your ears as you dropped to your knees onto the cold mushy surface of the forest. Shit, if there was a gunman after you now you had no idea what you were going to do.

“(Y/N)!”

Wait--that’s not just any man with a gun. You recognized that voice!

“Grandpa!” You yelled and threw yourself into his arms, tears beginning to form in your eyes as you clung to the man in front of you as if you were a baby koala attached to its mother. “Grandpa! We gotta go there’s a wolf!”

You tugged on his shirt, doing your best to gently nudge him forward. Deep down you knew that in his old age he wouldn’t be able to outrun a wolf, so getting him out of these woods safely was a top priority for you. If only you knew where you were going.

Your grandpa patted your head. “Don’t worry, (Y/N), the wolf won’t hurt you. But it’s still good to be cautious.”

Your mouth was opening and closing as if you were a fish out of water. Won’t hurt you… won’t hurt you?! Maybe it was a different wolf he was talking about, but that overgrown mutt practically tore you into pieces! You decided against telling him, not wanting him to worry then tell Grandma then your parents find out and you’re never allowed to go out alone ever again.

“C’mon now, let’s go home. Your Grandma has been worried sick.”

You made your way back to the house with your Grandpa, leaves crunching under your feet reminding you of the first time you came face to face with the beast. You tried your best not to flinch at every noise you passed or made, but it was hard.

Eventually you made your way back to the house, it was a small stereotypical cottage, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, all decorated with the same cheerful decor. The outside was decorated with warm colored plants and decorative vines, not a single one dead or wilting. There were also the blueberry bushes that sat outside near the door and a single patch of light that always made the place feel magical. Overall, the whole place was enchanting, and definitely one of your favorite reasons you visited your grandparents.

You walked through the door and bolted to the living room, excited to be out of the cold and into the warmth of the cottage. Your grandma was in the living room, rocking back and forth in her rocking chair as the stereo played soft music in the background, she hummed along until she saw you and stood up as fast as she could (which wasn’t very fast).

“(Y/N)! Where have you been darling, I’ve been worried sick!”

You scurried over to her and wrapped your arms around the aging woman, she returned your hug by doing the same. Her sweet sugary scent filled your nostrils as you inhaled deeply, finding it comforting after what you’ve been through.

“I’ve been through hell Grandma, I just wanna lay down, is that okay with you?”

“No!” She practically shouted. You were taken aback by her harsh tone. “We need to wrap those wounds after you bathe, honey. Go upstairs now, there’s a warm bath waiting for you. Well-- it’s probably cold now but you could always run more water.”

You nodded, trudging up the stairs as your grandparents stayed downstairs to discuss your situation.

After your bath you trudged to the guest room, put on your pajamas, and slept until sun cracked through the window.

You yawned as you got out of the bed, stumbling to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. Once that was done you got dressed.

“Morning Grandma!” You chimed as you happily bounced down the stairs.

“Morning, Starshine!”

You sat down in the chair across from her, relishing in her warmth.

“So, how’s university going, darling?” Your grandma sipped from the mug of tea she made, steam dancing out of the mug as she slurped. “Any special someone trying to take my grandbaby away from me?”

You shook your head. “No, not yet.”

“Don’t worry, deary, there’s going to be someone to sweep you off your feet one day. Oh boy, your parents should start preparing for that!”

You laughed, and your grandma laughed with you, her laughter causing you to relax and finally be comfortable.

“Nah, I don’t think there’ll be anyone anytime soon. I’m pretty caught up in my studies right now.”

“Whatever happened to that one fellow you had your eyes on?” She brought her hand to her chin as she looked up at the ceiling, trying her best to remember someone’s name.

“You mean that—"

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

You directed your attention to where that noise was coming from, your vision lining up with the window and seeing a person outside chopping wood.

“Who’s that G-ma?” You tilted your head, staring at the man through the window that was chopping wood, tight shirt defining his muscles and outlining his pecs.

“Oh, that’s just Toji Fushiguro. He’s a very nice man. You should go talk to him.” Your grandmother nudged your shoulder. “I’m sure he’d love to talk to you.”

You gulped as you continued to stare out the window. The man was tall. Dark hair swooping down the side of his face, complimenting his short black sleeve shirt that was quite form-fitting around his muscular arms and torso. He looked as if he was carved from stone by Aphrodite herself.

“A-are you sure? He looks quite….” You brought your fingers to your chin as you looked for words to describe the man. “intimidating.”

It was funny. You fought and escaped from a wolf the other day, but social interaction is what has you the most worried and shuffling your feet as if you were a little kid.

“Nonsense deary! Toji is a good man with a good heart. I’m sure you two will get along well!” Your grandmother reassured you.

Before you could respond, your grandmother stood up, her knees creaking as she grabbed your hand and shoved you towards the front door, babbling about how a little sun would be good for you and how talking would be even better.

“I don’t know about this Grandma, what if he doesn’t like me?” You tapped your fingers together.

“(Y/N), everyone adores you! I’m sure Toji will too,”

And with that she sent you out, swinging open the door and shoving her little darling back out into the big bad world. Except this time, you were right in her sight line as she watched you stumble up to the muscular man like a deer who had just learned to walk.

“U-um excuse me, Mr.Fushiguro?”

“Hm?” He placed his axe over his shoulder and turned around, looking for the source of the voice until he finally looked down to be met with a pair of beautiful (e/c) doe eyes.

“I’m (Grandma’s full name) granddaughter. It’s lovely to meet you!”

“Please darling, call me Toji,” A generous smile painted his features. “I’ve heard all about you from your grandmother, you’re a very special girl.”

First name basis already? Damn, this was moving fast and you barely even knew the guy!

“What’re you out here for, Toji?” You cock your head to the side curiously.

“Oh, just chopping some wood, doing the usual,” He shrugs nonchalantly.

There was something… off about his prescience. Yes, he seemed like a nice guy on the outside, but there was something under that piercing green gaze you couldn’t put your finger on. It bothered you to say the least, but you had no proof that he was anything other than a nice guy.

His eyes trailed up and down your body, his gaze steadying in on your bandaged arm. Pearly teeth revealed themselves as he snickered down at you.

“What happened to your arm?” He questioned, hacking away at a piece of wood in the process.

“Funny story actually, I was attacked by a wolf.”

He quirked a brow in amusement, his facial features swiftly changing to a neutral expression. Weird. “Oh? I’m sorry to hear that. Sounds… unfortunate.” He went back to chopping wood as if you had said the most normal thing in the world.

“Incredibly unfortunate.” You started to tap your foot impatiently. “Have you ever come fast to face with the wolf before?”

“I guess you could say I have. But it’s always short lived.”

“That sounds… unfortunate.” You mocked his boring tone.

Why you felt the need to? Something about this guy was off and it wasn’t just the fact that a muscular stranger shows out of no where to chop wood near your grandparents. You thought if you got him to crack his true nature would be revealed. But that was a ways away from happening, so why not start small?

“(Y/N)!”

You whipped around to see your grandmother with her cane, holding the door open. She gave a smile to Toji and he responded with a picture perfect smile, teeth and everything.

“The pie is ready, darling!” She shouted from across the woods.

“Argh, I gotta go. Will I see you later?” You gave a hopeful smile to the taller man.

He let out a hearty laugh and patted your head, his large hand comically covering your entire head. “I’ll be seeing you, princess.” Wait. What did he just say?

[erafar]

Bear(skins)

I tried to write something. Didnt even bother to read it after i wrote it, so hope it makes sense and you enjoy it. English is not my first language, so probably lots of errors. Enjoy if you can.

We had found a planet with life. Not only life, but with a strange sentient bipedal species that had yet to develop modern technologies. They were still using open flames for their primary heating and light source, how promitive. And what did we do when we found surch an easy target? We invaded!

The invasion started well. The land was largely covered with forests, with openings here and there with small villages with “houses”, if you can even call it that, made from just rough cut logs from said woods, and only dried straw for a roof. What little resistance we met, was quickly crushed, therefor we didnt even need a large army to fight. These bipedal beings was no match for us with our sonic distortion rifles, them using some kind of bow made from local wood, used to shoot primitive arrows tipped with just an iron tip.

We thought this would be a quick job. If we had known what we know now, we would never have invaded. Resistance got a little larger as time went by and they managed to organize small armies. Mostly men with those pathetic bows, long sticks tipped with a pointy piece of metal, some shorter sticks with an heavy bladed head in one end, and only some swords. Most of them didnt even have any kind of armor on them, usually just a simple iron helmet that we easily dented when hit by our rifles, the iron not being hardened in any way. 

If these men, or humans as they call themselfes, are the worst we could meet here, seing as they are the dominant species, we should have conquered this whole continent in no time, but that was until we stumbled upon a native animal. It was covered in brown fur, walked on both two and four legs, with long claws, and a mouth full of pointy teeth. The human prisoner we had forced to be our guide, called it a bear. Said it was a powerfull animall we should be wary off. it could easily kill us all. We should have listened.

One of our soldiers shot it with his rifle, and that only seemed to make this bear angry. It didnt shop and fall to the ground like humans do when hit by the sonic blasts, and charged at us. Of the ten soldiers in my unit, only 3 of us manged to survive before that bear finally died. Sonic blasts having little to no effect on it.

This was something new and bad we had to report in to our war leaders, so they could find a better way kill these animals. Back at our base we had made, we quickly found out they already knew about it, and other such wildlife that seemed to roam these woods. How humans managed to survive here was a bit of a mysterium now, as we heard stories of whole units being torn apart by bears, and some grey, four legged animals they called wolfs.

As we hadnt brought that many soldiers, because humans are easy to kill, right? We ended up with the decision to move our base to a large island on the eastern border of this continent. We had been told of a place called Northumbria.there, with no such beasts as bears and wolfs, it would be perfect for us to operate out from there instead until we could get reinforments with some new guns designed to kill them.

Northumbria turned out to be what they said. Except the rain. Lots of it. This land already seemed to be occupied, and at war, with a group of humans from a land to the north. Their homeland being cold, with little land to farm, they too had come here for a better place to stay. And they were warriors. Not true warriors like us. They still used those pointy sticks, and swords. But they showed a fierceness in battle we had not met yet. We should have left after we started loosing small battles with them. But no, we were probably too proud for that.

We thought we could beat them in the end, reinforcements was not many days away when they attacked our base. Our scouts had spotted an armada of boats at the coast. Fast sleekhulled ships with sails, and round shields along the sides had arrived, with thousand of warriors. The battle was bad for both sides, but in the end,sonic rifles beats pointy sticks and unhardened iron. Or it did. Untill they brought the beasts. We spotted among their warriors, other warriors, covered in the pelts of those horrible bears and wolfes.

These bear warriors turned out to be our worst nightmare. They seemed to be under the influence of some kind of drug, feeling no pain, and the furs protecting them from our sonic weapons. When they attacked, we stood no chance. We lost thousands of our great soldiers, to a human beast. Berserks they was called. Bearskins. Humans taking on the fur of those mighty beasts to become one. We was slaughtered. 

Some fled to be hunted down, and some of us managed to lock ourselfes inside our base, hoping reinforments will arive to save us, But i doubt it. We can hear them hammering at the door, trying to get in, and they will soon enough. If we only knew what an error it was to invade this planet.

[jay-and-dean]

Stolen Crown  Chapter 1 : Under the hood

By @roonyxx​ and @jay-and-dean​

Pairings : Dean x reader ? Kight!Dean x reader ?

Summary :  What happens when she is sent in a world that isn’t hers, but with very familiar faces ?

This, as much as it looks like it, is not ‘technically’ an AU, because your Dean, our Dean, exists too...

Serie Warnings : Smut (please be 18+), Fluff, Angst, Swearing. Mention of physical pain. Each Chapter will have detailled warnings.

Chapter warnings : Swearing for now.

Chapter Wordcound : 3230

Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like for Firefly.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

Text divider by the awesome @talesmaniac89​

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Whistling. 

Only a shrill whistling in her ears, and her heart pounding hard in her temples…

She holds her head and tries to get up, but the ground seems unsure of where it is supposed to be.

“Dean ?” she tries with a weak voice but, even with the high-pitched sound fading quickly, she can’t hear any answer. “Dean !”

She opens her eyes and they widen right away.

The seedy warehouse is gone, the smell of gasoline and the night are too… But above all, he is gone. Dean is nowhere to be seen. 

Instead : A sunny beautiful forest. Shiny rays of lights come through the radiant, high trees and birds are signing. So many birds.

“Shit” she grunts, looking around. “DEAN ! SAMMY !”

But her voice echoes and dies in the woods, only making a few rodents run through the bushes, themselves moving some butterflies and bees. Nothing else. 

Where was she sent ? Is it witchcraft or some stupid God ? She had told them that this case seemed more complicated than what they said ! And here she is, probably miles from home.

“Please, tell me I’m still in the United states” she whimpers, taking her phone from her jeans shorts pocket. “No come on ! No signal now ?”

After pacing around to try and find any sign of signal, she gives up and puts the useless phone back in her pocket, regretting her morning choice to wear only a t-shirt and shorts, because if she has to walk miles to find a road, the night might be here before she finds her friends again, and nights are colder out there.

“DEAN ! DEAN !” she tries again.

But he is obviously not with her.

What if he had been sent far too ? What if he was in an indian market now ? Or in a boat on the australian seas ? 

“Sammy you have to find us” she mutters, looking around to gather clues.

This forest is not tropical or northern, it’s a temperate one, and it’s obviously still early summer…

Suddenly, hooves disturb the forest’s calm in the distance, rapidly approaching her. The metal clattering with every step the big animal -probably a horse- takes, says it’s not alone…

She quickly moves in the bushes and stills behind a large tree to hide herself from whoever is coming. 

“Your highness ?” a deep, oddly familiar, voice calls.

Her back flat against the tree, she turns her head a little to be able to see beyond the thick bark, holding her breath and reaching for the knife in her boot. 

A beautiful, massive shiny black horse is nervously stepping on the ground while the owner of the mare pats it on the neck.

“Easy girl” the man says. 

She frowns, keeping the dagger in her hand, ‘that voice… I know it.’ When she dares to look between the leaves, her eyes widen.

“Dean?” she says with a confused smile, putting the knife back in her boot, as she steps from out of the bushes.

“My Queen !” he throws his leg over the majestic black horse and steps off, right away going down on one knee in front of her, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “I have been looking for you, my Queen” he says towards the ground, not looking up to her once.

“Queen ?” she huffs, still a little dizzy. “Where the Hell are we, Dean ? And what the fuck are you wearing, is that... a freaking armor?” she asks, pointing at his weird clothes.

Dean finally tilts his head upwards. And when he sees her, his eyes nearly fall out of his head, his mouth is open but no words leave his lips. The more he stares at her like she was naked, the more she starts to feel a little self conscious.

His eyes slowly travel up her bare legs, a confused expression on his face, when she bends a little to make eye contact with him he quickly adverts his gaze.

“Your Majesty, what happened to your robes ? Are you harmed ?” he asks, obviously worried. 

“Cut the crap, Dean, what’s happening ? Where are we ?” she asks, annoyed.

“We are in the…” he looks around a little, apparently wondering what to answer. “In the woods… Not far from the Castle, my Queen” he says.

She stares at him, mouth agape, a deep feeling of confusion replacing the annoyance totally. Her tone changes to something colder, more distant.

“Why do you keep calling me ‘queen’ ?” she asks. “And what’s up with the stupid clothes ?”

He dares looking up at her again, a sorry frown on his face. 

“My apologies, your Highness. I do not understand… Is there something wrong with my apparel ?” he stands up, his eyes searching her face. “Did you hit your head or have you fallen maybe ? You disappeared, my Queen. I have been so worried” he turns to his horse to retrieve a big grey fur cloak. “What happened to your gown, did someone attack you ?” 

His head low, he comes closer to carefully drape the very heavy cape around her shoulders.

“I obviously failed at my duty” his eyes are dark and she clearly recognizes that crushing guilt on his features

She touches the floor length fur coat he put around her with a frown. It’s pleasantly warm outside, there is no need for this... 

Everything he does is weird, and why does he look so different ? Was he hit by a spell of some weird stuff like that time he was losing his memory ? 

Unless… 

She takes in his appearance. He looks exactly like him but he has more scruff, and his hair is a little longer, his clothes are very strange too. 

The closer she looks, through the fading cloud in her mind, the more this costume he is wearing really doesn’t look like one. All the layers of leather and metal make him look like he was ready for war, and his shoulders are even more broad under the armor he is wearing. 

Everything about him seems heavy and powerful : Between the metal on his chest, the big belt holding several weapons, including the scabbard of that seems to hold a very authentic sword, the real huge grey fur around his shoulder, like he had killed a wolf…

She shivers at how impressive he looks, at how she realizes she doesn’t know anything about him..

“Shit…” she mutters realizing this is not her Dean at all. 

This is not the United states of America, and this is probably not even her world… But if the Dean from around here is willing to protect her, that might be her best chance of survival.

She clears her throat, nodding to encourage herself to play along.

“No... I’m…” she suddenly has no idea how to use her voice. “I’m okay and I am your queen, because you are my…?” she leaves the sentence open, hoping he’ll answer it.

“Your knight” he says, uncertain.

Knight, right… She nods and looks around once more.

If this is some kind of fucked up middle age alternate universe, there is a big chance that the forest is going for miles and miles, and an even bigger chance that she starves to death before Sammy finds a way to bring her back to the Instagram century. And dressed like that, she might have to fear more than wolves…

She stares at him for a minute and he seems to be just waiting for orders, his green eyes on the floor.

“Kneel” she says with a corner smile and he just does, with no question, comment or delay.

Dean Winchester obeying her to the letter… If that is not a good side of this whole crap !

“You can get up” she chuckles, letting him stand on his feet again.

But her amusement quickly fades. 

Royalty is not really the easiest undercover, and the discretion will be impossible. She wants to ask for help but, even if her whole body and soul tell her she can trust Dean -for it is still Dean-, her eyes travel the thick leather covering his forearms and she remembers she doesn’t know him.

So maybe she better stay silent for now, and follow his lead until she decides if he is an ally.

“Your Majesty” he speaks, with a deference she never heard from him. “If the news of your disparition comes to the Council, there undoubtedly will be trouble. We should head back now. Please.”

“Y-yes” she nods, a lump growing in her throat.

Council ? Trouble ? Castle ? How is she supposed to deal with all that ? People close to the queen will know she isn’t her in a minute…

The knight offers his hand, and she follows, frowning when he joins his wrists to help her get on the horse. 

“This is not the best comfort for travel, your Majesty, for that I am sorry” he apologizes again.

“It’s okay Dean” at her words, he frowns again, but she puts her feet on his wrists and jumps on the tall horse, quickly understanding, by the look on his face, that she is not supposed to ride “like a man”.

Her eyes can’t decide where to look, and her hands can’t decide where to hold him.

Gripping his belt tight in this uncomfortable position, she takes in the unbelievable landscapes before her : Untouched forests and large lakes, small villages down in the valley, with all those wood houses that remember her of Braveheart. 

All she can think of is when she is going to tell the boys about everything she saw… If she ever goes back to them.

“Put on your hood, my Queen” the knight asks, so she does. 

Her unsure hands grasp the heavy hood of the animal fur around her and she hides her face in the huge hood. He probably needs her to not be recognized.

“What animal is it ?” she asks, touching the hair with a mix of curiosity and disgust.

“Animal, your Majesty ?”

“The hood ?” she asks, quickly grasping his belt again when the horse half jumps above a root.

“My coat is made of a bear” he answers. 

“Poor animal…”

He lets a silence and clears his throat slightly. 

“I had never thought of it that way, my Queen. Your empathy for the creatures of this world is godly.”

But she stopped listening.

Her breath stuck in her lungs, she discovers the huge, beautiful castle coming in her sight. 

A gigantic wall surrounds a little city, itself surrounding a huge, elegant castle. The light stone walls seem to be touching the clouds from here, and a vibrant living noise comes from it.

“Wow” she murmurs, looking up the thin sharp towers surrounded by birds.

“My breath gets cut short each time I see your home in sight too, your Highness” he says with a soft voice. 

Inside the walls of the city, everything is different. 

People are busy, all dressed like they came from a movie, carrying vegetables and raw pieces of meat, sheeps and baskets of fabric… Each and everyone turning their head at the sound of the huge horse’s steps on the stone pavements. 

“Sir Winchester !” a kid exclaims.

She keeps her hood low, suddenly very aware of the trouble that could come from the crowd recognizing their queen. 

The knight version of Dean stays unfazed, guiding them to the stables where several horsemen are waiting for him. 

He gets off of the horse, helping her and closing his coat neatly on her.

“Keep your head down” he murmurs next to the hood and she just nods, determined to let him guide her. “You” he says louder to one of the men here. “Go tell the guards that the wolf hunt is done. My men can gather again peacefully, nothing is to fear.”

She can’t help but very quickly look up at the man giving orders next to her, his remarkable charisma making her feel so small. 

She always looked up at Dean with an infinite admiration, but at least, she knows him… This stranger is different. 

“Allow me to touch you” he says under his breath and she just nods again while he wraps his strong arm around her.

Under the hood, she can’t see everything precisely, but the little she can distinguish of the inside of the castle he is guiding her in is enough to amaze her. 

Huge corridors and busy servants, carpets that seem to come from a museum, gold and flowers decoration the thick stone walls.

“Sir” a guard comes in their way, bending before Dean in respect. “Your men have been called back. The news never spread outside of the Queen’s guard.”

“Thank you” the knight answers.

“Glory be to the Queen” the guard bows again. 

“To the Queen” Dean answers.

The knight guides her further into the castle and up an infinite number of stairs, a serious look on his face. With every step up, the coat on her shoulders feels heavier and heavier, and her apprehension does too.

Once they reach the top, he walks to the left, his heavy boots echoing in the spacious corridor. Still holding her, his grip both reassuring and oppressing, he stops in front of a big wooden door that she may be supposed to recognize. 

She looks up at the door a little, still not completely daring to stop hiding under the big hood. He opens the door and stands with his back against the wall, his eyes straight ahead.

She hesitates, waiting for him, but when he doesn’t move, she carefully steps inside, not sure what she will meet on the other side of the massive oak door. 

Before her, a large room with thick wooden furniture and rich fabric. In the middle, a queen size bed with wooden bed posts that are near the stone ceiling with wolves carved in each of them. Hanging from the posts, a dark red velvet-like canopy that matches the heavy curtains. A big antique closet stands to the left side of the room.

Taking a cautious step, she looks right. Behind a great arch is another room that holds a big wooden tub covered in a sand-white sheet.

Despite the cold stone everywhere, the many carpets with many different colorful illustrations, the curtains, and candles everywhere makes the room somehow warm. 

She stands in the middle of what she guesses is the queen’s room, unsure of what to do now. Looking back to the door, she sees Dean’s elbow from where he is still standing against the wall, straight and still.

“Dean, come inside please” she states, using the most authoritative voice she has.

A queen has to be, right ?

“Yes, your Majesty.”

The knight steps inside immediately, his hands behind his back, his gaze fixated in front of him.

“What are... my plans for today ?” she asks him, trying to figure out what to do, to convince them, a whole Castle and Kingdom, that she is the damn queen.

“The Council requested a parlay with you when the sun is at its highest, and after you have your usual walk in the garden before you talk to the People. I think, Majesty.” 

“Right, the Council” she says unsure, wondering what the council can be. “Take me to them.” 

She holds her chin high, trying desperately to look like the Hollywood idea she has of how royals act.

His gaze finally finds hers, a small frown is on his face, an expression of confusion growing on his hard but still so beautiful features.

“Do you not wish to be dressed first, my Queen?”

“Oh… yes, I-I do wish that” she nods. 

She walks towards the closet and opens it, checking his face in the corner of her eye to try and find clues of what she is supposed to do, but all she can see there is worry for her, well hidden on his bodyguard face. 

Inside the huge closet, put in color order, are dresses, all of them big and complicated… And on some shelves, smaller white dresses, that may be for inside or summer. She takes them out.

“This will work” she states to herself as she turns around but stops when she hears Dean gasp. 

When she looks up he’s stepping towards the door quickly.

“No wait !” she calls out for him and he stops right in his tracks. “Dean...” 

He turns towards her, his gaze on the floor, jaw clenched.

She doesn’t want him to leave. She is, in fact; terrified of being without him. Although he is a stranger, his face is the only thing she knows in this weird place she knows nothing about.

What will they do once they find out their queen disappeared ? Is there a king she has to sleep with ? Do they torture people ? Kill ? 

She just needs him close.

“I don’t know what to wear” she admits.

Or even how to wear it, she thinks to herself.

“Any gown makes you look divine, my Queen” he says in a husky voice, still watching the floor intensely.

If the circumstances were different her knees would wobble at what he just said… But he is not Dean, and maybe he just says that to not get his throat slit.

“Okay, I will put on this gown” she says as she lifts the small white dress that she is holding, a questioning look on her face.

The knight swallows hard and seems agitated. For a second, she wonders why he is acting so weird.

“What is it ?” she asks him. “Tell me.”

“Pardon me, your Highness, but that is not a gown” he clears his throat and stands up straighter. “That is your undergarment.”

“Undergarment ?” she looks at the little dress, holding it in front of her by the straps. 

Her lips open in an ‘o’ when she understands this is her underwear. She has been flashing him her royal underwear this whole time, of course he was acting weird !

In a quick motion, she hides it behind her back and mutters an apology.

“Yes, my undergarment, of course. I-I will get dressed now” she walks towards her closet to retrieve a big gown in a hum of hesitation.

“Let me just call the maids, your Majesty” he says low. 

“Yes ! Oh and Dean ?” she starts, waiting for his gaze to meet hers before she speaks again. “Thank you” she kindly smiles.

The knight nods, turns slowly and steps towards the bedroom door with a determined gait, closing and locking it by sliding the metal rod in the slot.

She frowns, seeing him lock himself with her. His back still on her, he clears his throat before he talks.

“My Queen...” he starts. 

With that hunter speed her Dean also has, he suddenly unsheaths his sword from his scabbard and holds its sharp end under her chin without touching her 

“Would never have said something like that” he finishes his sentence. “Or call me Dean…”

She searches his face, slowly lifting her hands up in surrender.

“That is because I am not your queen.”

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