#been meaning to talk about the she-wolf for awhile

[besiegedhunter]

Sette Colli

Because I want to talk about it after reading somethings from various pages of Terra: A Journey, which this post will include spoilers for as well as the CN server in general and so I'll put them down beneath:

So, for anyone not up to speed or needing a refresher, Sette Colli is a city in Siracusa with a legend attached to it that was first mentioned in the "Rewinding Breeze" event's "Stories from the Sky" story:

It's a fairy tale from Siracusa and so likely very fictitious but as stated afterwards, this city does exist in modern times so that much is real:

This is the real only mention of the City in the game, while the She-Wolf does get a Play in Integrated Strategies - Phantom and the Crimson Solitaire, which is just referencing the story told and not really the City.

Now my intended purpose of this post is to discuss the City itself but because they're really intertwined, like if the She-Wolf ends up being important it'd have to be alongside Sette Colli and there's more context in game regarding her than there is Sette Colli.

There's also the context behind the city and the story's inspiration which is that of Rome, seeing how the She-Wolf is also what the wolf that suckles the founders of Rome in it's creation story. The Seven hills also references the seven hills that Rome was founded on.

As for the context around the story of the She-Wolf: in the poster of the play you can see the She-Wolf and her children depicted as actual wolves and the story doesn't clarify that they were Lupos, in fact the She-Wolf leaving to the moon implies that in the least she was a different type of entity and her children may follow in that logic.

Meaning you have a group of supernatural wolf siblings that once existed in Siracusa. This is an identical description of the Signore dei Lupi, Beast Lords who reside in Siracusa and whose relationship with each other is described as siblings:

What's more is that the Signore dei Lupi fight among each other:

So with the similarities between the two, it feels likely that they could be one in the same, with little changes here and there that didn't get into the fable and gives more legitimacy to the tale.

Now for Terra: a Journey, Sette Colli doesn't appear in the Siracusa section of the book, however it is mentioned in the Terran Technologies section.

There's a twist:

The Sette Colli city established by the She-Wolf's tribe does not exist. There's no historical evidence that it did and if there was, it is said to be outside of any known country. But as stated by Shamare: Sette Colli as a city does exist. And Terra: A Journey backs this up, just in an unexpected way.

See, there was a Seven Cities Federation that seemingly has no connection to the story of the She-Wolf, although I'll say that all of the origins of the name offered in the book are entirely speculated and with modern day Sette Colli existing in Siracusa and the book referencing the She-Wolf's story that, in my opinion, this federation likely at least took some inspiration from the tale.

Putting that to the side for now. This Seven Cities Federation would create the, let's say template, for mobile cities. The first mobile city the book calls it, however they didn't have the resources to fuel it, at least then, and so the Seven Cities Federation disbanded and to quote the book: "Now the only thing that holds that name is the place."

Confirming that this hasn't retconned Sette Colli out of the lore in it's entirety. I believe it just means that the Seven Cities name from the federation was attached to their mobile city, which assumedly wasn't retconned to have not been taken over by a mafia and hence: still in Siracusa.

I suspect that Sette Colli being chosen as the first mobile city might be because of the saying "Rome wasn't built in a day."

But to gloss over what this means:

The Seven Hills region that the She-Wolf's tribe settled is either purely fictitious, lies in the wastes outside of Siracusa's current borders or it is within Siracusa but possibly due to the terrain/changes in the geography from that time has yet to be discovered.

A new Sette Colli was built, being the first Mobile City to be created but of which the Seven Cities Federation did not have the resources to fuel themselves and so it was returned to Siracusa wherein a mafia family would absorb it into their territory.

I'll wrap back around to this in a bit with a curious theory, albeit one I'm confident in and for now return to the story of the original Sette Colli and the She-Wolf's story, because as much as this raises the question of it's legitimacy, I also think the Siracusa section adds some historical context.

See, the original She-Wolf's story takes place, sure in an possibly fictitious location, but likely not an actual time period in Siracusa's history, for Siracusa did have a time period of constant fighting among tribes due to famine:

And as shown, the Famine was caused by the presence of the Signore dei Lupi, a group fitting the description of the She-Wolf's children during the earliest days of Siracusa. I'm going to draw attention back to me saying that it's possible that the Sette Colli from this time period or at least the region the story was founded in, might've really existed, since everything else did.

The "Changed the name of their tribes to families" belying the origin of the mafia is also found in this time period and because of the Signore dei Lupi... in a way.

Really, the only thing of question is whether the She-Wolf existed and if she did, was she a Beast Lord like the Signore dei Lupi or maybe even a Feranmut. It's not too out of the question when Ya from Vernal Winds, another Feranmut, has some features more removed from the typical dragon and more Canine like in appearance.

There's also the Will of Sami's true form that also does not appear fully like a typical dragon:

And statistically speaking, Feranmut are often there when a country is founded or prominent enough. Take Sami here or Kjeragandr.

There's even a possibility that the relationship the She-Wolf has to her children is replicable with the She-Wolf and the Beast Lord Signore dei Lupi, thanks to the apparent treasure trove that is Sami:

Anma is the Beast Lord Amma that features in Skógrinn Svartr Vill Einn Draumr and Expeditioner's Jǫklumarkar. The timing between Sami's rest and the Ancestral Twins being born, with the Father of the Ancestral Spirits being attached to Sami making it possible for a Feranmut to create a Beast Lord, hence She-Wolf's children being Signore dei Lupi.

And maybe without the She-Wolf being there to balance the Signore dei Lupi, it resulted in the abnormal eco-system and famine.

Simply a theory.

Wrapping back to the city itself, there's one probably one more reference to it in game, though it's impressively annoying.

See it doesn't refer to Siracusa or really any other country that this 'Seven Cities' are a part of and casts an impressive amount of doubt on everything about itself because, well,

What I'm talking about is the "Seven Cities-Style Restaurant" dormitory theme:

"A room that reproduces the atmosphere of a Seven Cities restaurant. Is the food to your liking?"

How it draws doubt to itself is that it's the description of the "Upscale Menu Display" says the following:

"A detachable hanging price list. A Seven Cities-style restaurant opened by Victorians, in Columbia? How strange..."

Which goes further because it's a "Seven Cities-style Restaurant" opened by Victorians, in Columbia, further recreated by Rhodes. There's another line, being for the "Seven Cities Patterned Floorboards", that cast doubt on it:

"A commonly used floor style from the Seven Cities? The natives might disagree with that."

And besides a possible reference to: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind, where the setting is in Italy, in the description for the "Large Notice Board" there's nothing exactly linking it to Siracusa.

But to quote what Terra: A Journey, has to say about 'seven-cities': "The only thing with that name now is the place" and with it referencing the possibly fictitious Sette Colli from the story, it's likely that this Restaurant is supposed to be a recreation of a Sette Colli restaurant.

Maybe something propping this up is the description for the "Real Wooden Accent Wall.":

"Decorate wall laminate to be placed on the wall behind the front desk. After all, the soul of the Seven Cities resides in its wood."

How? Well, the Terra: A Journey's Siracusa section puts massive emphasis on wood cutting, mentioning it several times:

Axes led to Siracusa's civilization, woodcutters and a logging camp who would find an surprisingly important man and where he'd be kept, forestry is one of Siracusa's most considerable resources.

So to say that 'The soul of Sette Colli, a Siracusan city, is in it's wood' is genuinely very probable.

Now, here's where I bring up Projekt Red because I always have to:

In the story of Little Red Riding Hood, Red's inspiration, you have Red Riding Hood herself, Grandma, the Big Bad Wolf and the Huntsman/ Woodcutter.

We see in Red's story how she is Red Riding Hood and her relationship with the Signore dei Lupi called Grandma is inspired by the Grandma and Big Bad Wolf of the Red Riding Hood story.

And while Red herself is also the Huntsman who slays the Big Bad Wolf or "Wolves" for Red, there's room for the Woodcutter variation of the story.

And with the historical context behind the She-Wolf of Sette Colli and the almost undeniable proof that the Signore dei Lupi are the basis for the She-Wolf's children, and that HG would bring Sette Colli up again in Terra: A Journey in such an important role as the first Mobile City,

Well I think Sette Colli deserves to be the setting for a Limited Event and that Red would be the perfect candidate for it with her ties to the Signore dei Lupi, themes of family and possible forestry.

But regardless, Sette Colli is an interesting place.

(Projekt Red for 5.5)

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Stiles Stilinski and Claudia Stilinski are such an interesting dynamic. Only one person commented on the fact that they wanted to hear about this, but that’s permission to me, so yall have to suffer with me. It’s been awhile since I’ve watched teen wolf so my take may be off, please no hate but I’m open to discussion.

Claudia Stilinski is such an interesting character to me. We know virtually nothing about except how she, especially her death and the way she died affects the Stiles and the sheriff.

Stiles watched her die, the sheriff didn’t. Stiles stayed beside her, the sheriff was at work. Both undergo guilt because of this. This is the exact moment when stiles has to grow up - it fundamentally changed who stiles is as a character, it also defines him in certain moment. To me both characters try and keep their connect to Claudia in anyway they can. This is made apparent with the jeep. That’s Claudia car, stiles refuses to leave it even though it’s unreliable. This could reflect stiles relationship or his idea of his relationship with his mother is unreliable. The sheriff connects to his wife via stiles. Stiles real name - his mother gave it to him, he had the nickname mischief but changed to stiles, I wonder why?? Maybe after his mother died. But they can’t in the end, they can’t let go over her but they can’t hold onto her.

Stiles has a lot of trauma response from this moment. He pretends he’s fine even when he’s not, this is a learned response. He obsessively takes care of his dad, wanting to hold onto the last parent in his life. It also feels like a way to hold onto his mother via taking care of his dad. Literally every way that that stiles acts after his mom’s death is becuase of her death. The way that he loves people after his moms death is an effect of the last months of his mothers life and her death. He cares to a point of obsession (one of the reason I ship sterek, I think they’d balance each other out or just be able to understand each other darkness)

His mother’s disease would have taken precedents over everything else. And even after she died, his fathers feeling would have been more important. The Stilinski’s don’t talk about their feelings, they don’t talk about the times when they hurt each other. It’s almost like they can’t, that there is a disconnect. To me this says that Claudia was the emotional support for both of the Stilinski’s men. Don’t get me wrong, this is not hate on the sheriff. He does try to connect to stiles - they do talk each other about other things in their lives.

In a way I can understand Stiles. My father is a cop. The change in shifts and odd hours would mean that sometimes I wouldn’t see my father for days. Add on the fact that He is the Sheriff, whom the show makes it clear take extra shifts - stiles would be alone a lot. To me this means that his mother was his main source of paternal affection. This was further cemented for me when stiles tells his father “mom would have believed me”

When she dies it almost makes it seem that his care was transferred onto Scott. In most cases this would make Melissa a surrogate mother but in the show it doesn’t feel like that to me. Stiles is extremely independent, when his dad was away at work he would take care of his mother, even after her assaulting him. This would fundamentally change the way he interacts with adults, parents, specifically mothers. So I don’t see him grasping onto Melissa as a mother figure.

But also the way he interacts with Melissa, on one hand he’s almost her equal. He takes care of Scott almost as much as Melissa herself does. In a way their interactions feel like two parents talking to each other. On the other hand, it is clear that Melissa take care of him like he’s her son. But to me the only time when stiles reacts to her authority is when she’s mad, sometimes not even than. And the one time when he’s been possessed he calls her mom.

But also it’s made clear that the Stilinski’s don’t talk about Claudia - like at all. In the first season when the sheriff is drunk he says “I miss your mother”. The absolute shock on stiles face when he says that is so visceral. Claudia lingers over the household, not in a way that is a happy memory. she haunts it. After she dies stiles takes her place. The whole scene “how can I take care of you if I don’t know everything about you / I’m the dad, your the son” Stiles takes care of his dad obsessively, in a way that upsets the the balance of a child/parent relationship.

This is further made clear with the hints that the sheriff got major drunk after Claudia died. And that he threw himself into work once he got sober. Stiles effectively took over the household, putting him in the roles of his mother. We also see how the sheriff reacts to this because Stiles plays both the role of his wife and his son, not reaching the expectation for either. Stiles can never be his mother and yet he is her carbon copy. He wants to be her but all doesn’t at all. This dichotomy between the idea of stiles and the idea of Claudia means that she will always be present in the home. The first parent you will see in stiles face is Claudia. She haunts the narrative via her ghost but also via Stiles.

Especially in season three with the nogitsune, especially when it tricked everyone into believing that he’s dieing the same way his mother did. This is the final act of stiles becoming Claudia. The ghost of his mother has never been as prevalent but in this moment. You cannot tell me that his didn’t absolutely destroy the Stilinski households for months, even after they figured out that it was just a trick. To me this was one of the worst tricks played on stiles, because besides losing his friend this is what caused the Most devastation to him and his father. When he gets the MRI done this is when we see the change between stiles and the nogitsune. The demon has enough power to take over even for a few seconds because of this.

Being his mom especially in this connection is what devastates stiles the most. The nogitsune was in stiles head, he knows what would hurt him the most and what stiles fears the most.

Idk this is just my opinion and take.

[birth-stories]

Word count: 1.7k

Decided to write up a little fic for the spooky season, not my best considering it’s been quite awhile since I’ve posted anything.

Story beneath cut

Werewolves were once a thing of old folk tales and children’s story books. At least until recent years, they often blended in with society. They weren’t much different from a human really, beside the whole turning into a wolf and running in the woods each full moon.

Lydia had one as a partner, and quite frankly- he treated her wonderfully.

Little was known about how werewolves bred, people were unsure if they could even breed a human, let alone allow a human to carry to full term.

Though Lydia was always a stubborn woman, often pushing herself past her own limits just to prove people wrong. That included becoming pregnant with a small litter of werewolf pups.

The pregnancy in itself wasn’t easy by any means, crhe rapid growth of the pups had left her house bound in her latter part of her pregnancy. The constant kicking and squirming kept her up all hours of the night.

Joshua, her boyfriend, had doted on her every step of the way. Often offering to do errands, rub her swollen feet, excitedly talking to the pups. It was quite sweet despite all the discomforts that came with pregnancy.

At least up until today that is. She was technically past her due date now, the pups sitting painfully low in her pelvis, making it feel as though they’d just fall right out of her.

To make matters worse, it was another full moon, and it seemed as though tonight was the night the pups decided to arrive.

She had been spending most of the day preparing the basement for the birth, quite frankly she didn’t need her neighbors hearing her cries while she birthed.

Moving up and down the flight of stairs was quite the task, having to stop every few steps to catch her breath and cradle her aching middle.

Even now, completely stripped out of her clothing, hair tied back into a messy bun- she was still holding onto her aching middle.

She couldn’t really move from her current seated position on the towels she had laid out on the floor, a contraction had seized her suddenly. Bringing her down to her current seated position with pitiful little whimpers and whines of pain.

Her waters had broken about an hour earlier, the puddle still present by the base of the stairs.

“Oooh..” She couldn’t help but groan as the contraction peaked, her body felt as though it was in a vice grip.

Despite her trembling legs, she moved to brace herself against the wall with a huff.

She could feel the first baby lowering down into her birth canal, preparing for the birth.

Despite her gravid belly blocking her vision between her legs, she had slowly snaked a hand down to her puffy lips, slipping a few fingers in as she grimaced and pulled in a sharp breath.

While she couldn’t feel the baby’s head just yet, she could tell she was almost fully dilated.

“Gonna be stubborn huh?” She laughed breathlessly as she pulled her hand away, wiping it on a nearby towel.

Deciding to move, she had slowly settled down onto her hands and knees just as the next contraction hit.

Considering it was so close to the last one, it had caught her off guard. A yell stuck in her throat as her eyes squeezed shut.

The urge to bare down had suddenly washed over her too, causing her eyes to widen.

“Oooh..” she couldn’t help but let out another shaky groan, deciding to give a test push.

Fluids trickled down her legs, with no real progress.

She knew since this was her first birth it’d likely take awhile for the first baby to even be born. Joshua had warned her the first ones of litters tended to be the biggest and most difficult to deliver.

As the contraction let up, she tried to steady her breathing- not wanting to panic herself. Though she couldn’t help but curse at the fact that Joshua couldn’t be here.

Deep down, she knew it was safer for him to be out in the woods at the moment, but she hated being alone.

“Looks like we’re in for a long night huh?” She huffed weakly to her bump, running a hand over the swollen stretched out skin as one of the pups kicked eagerly.

“Hopefully you guys won’t be so much of an issue to deliver-“ she huffed, having shifted to sit down, her back pressed against the wall. Legs spread out as she postioned a mirror between them to watch her progress.

As another contraction came over her, she had gave another deep push. Hands tucked behind her knees, trying to pull her legs up and apart, jaw clenched. Face flushed a deep red as she strained with the push.

This had gone on for at least an hour, maybe more. She was starting to lose track of time if she was honest.

Having moved positions once again, she now lay on her side, leg pulled up to her chest. Just a tear drop shape of the first head poking out between her puffy lips.

“Hooo.. hooo.. ooh!” Lydia couldn’t help but yell as the head suddenly surged forward with the next push.

Starting to inch its way into a crown, her lips slowly parting at the massive head.

“Oh come on..” she panted, reaching a trembling hand down to her aching lips, trying to massage them so she wouldn’t tear.

On the next contraction she had decided to hold off on pushing, just trying to breath the rest of the head out.

Watching it inch forward through bleary eyes, she couldn’t help but whimper.

On the next contraction, she had decided to give another small push. Chin tucked into her chest, she grunted as she bore down.

The sudden burst of pain as the head surged into a full crown had her practically howling, her thighs trembling as the head suddenly popped out with a gush of fluids.

The baby was quick to turn, giving her no real time to rest.

Barely managing to catch her breath, she let out a yell as the first shoulder popped free with another rush of pain, followed by the second. With one final push, the very large pup was born.

Chest heaving, she had pulled herself into a semi sitting position as she reached for the crying newborn. Cradling him up to her aching chest with a shaky laugh.

“Your papa was right-“ she grinned, grabbing a towel to drape over the pup as he eagerly nursed from her swollen tit. “You are pretty big-“ she muttered, sinking back against the wall.

A bit grateful to have a brief break in between deliveries. She still had two more pups to deliver.

As the first pup finished nursing, Lydia could feel the pains start back up.

Grimacing, she had set the first born in a pile of soft towels after clamping his cord and cutting it.

Shifting to rest on her hands and knees, she gave a small push.

Since she had already delivered the largest pup, things seemed to be moving much quicker now.

She could feel herself bulge around the head that was resting behind her lips. Reaching a hand down to cradle it.

“Come on baby..” she whined in between pains, giving another push as a silver of the head peaked through her already pained lips, earning another whimper.,

“Hoo.. hooo.. mmh-!” She cried out as the head surged into an unexpected crown, rather quickly.

Stuck on her hands and knees, she gingerly massaged the overtaxed skin with shaky breaths, trying to blow the head out, once more not wanting to risk a tear.

“Ahhh..” she groaned, tears starting to roll down her redden cheeks as the head continued to inch forward before popping out with another gush of fluids.

Head dangling between her legs, she awkwardly moved to lay on her side once again.

Not really having time to pull her leg back to watch, she let out a surprised gasp as the shoulders pushed against her sore opening.

“Impatient like your daddy huh?” She huffed out, giving a push as the first shoulder popped out, quickly followed by the second.

With a grunt and small push, the body had quickly followed. The second smaller pup, a girl laid between her mothers legs with loud cries.

“Ohh.. it’s alright-“ Lydia had shushed her, cradling her to her other swollen breast as the hungry pup immediately latched, drinking with vigor.

Wincing as she leaned back, Lydia managed to get a tiny break once more.

Having done the same with the second pup, she had cut the cord and laid her beside her brother after she finished nursing.

Deciding to stay seated against the wall, she groaned out in pain. The contractions coming back at full force.

“Finally-“ she huffed out, “the last one..” she muttered, gingerly pressing against her deflating bump.

“Oooh..” she grunted, the pain peaking as she tucked her hands behind her knees, pulling her legs up as she tucked her chin to her chest.

Pushing felt as though it was happening in slow motion with the last pup, the smallest of the three moving down so slowly.

“Oh god!” She cried out at the sudden burn between her legs.

“Come on.. come on!” She cried out, feeling the head just stay put in a partial crown.

No matter how much she pushed, it wouldn’t budge.

Realizing she was quickly losing energy, she had somehow managed to pull herself into a standing position, legs slightly bent. Trembling hands cradling the crowning head as she gave her hardest push yet.

She couldn’t keep quiet as the pain reached another intense level as the head had surged into a full crown at a rapid pace due to the gravity.

“Nghh.. come on!” She yelled out as the head popped free with a gush of fluids.

Without even pushing, the shoulders had surged forward and the last baby was quick to fall into her hands.

Letting out a little yelp of surprise, Lydia had moved down to sit on her knees, holding the wailing pup up against her chest.

Letting out a shaky laugh, she guided him to her breast to begin nursing.

It was over, she had somehow successfully delivered three werewolf pups with no complications.

Quite frankly, she couldn’t wait to do it again.

[rccxox]

I’m sorry, but as one of the many people who were there from the start this “apology” is truly baffling.

The only reason I kept asking Red and Flynn to handle this and DMs is that even if we go to the east common room Red has ignored the fact that there are other minors in here even if they go to the east common room it still makes them uncomfortable and I tried saying it but they didn’t get the hint. no offense, but the thing that pissed me off is how the mod team decided to give Crimson probation which was weird in my opinion and people were disgusted by it. Laci said she sent proof even though it was censored to protect those victims, 2 victims came forward and she decided not to give in to the fact Laci could send it to you UNCENSORED.

And when you started the apology (in Discord), I read it thoroughly, let’s break it down hm?

Here are the screenshots of Red’s apology if you fully want to read them.

The side server comment threw me off because if it happened there and you say “safe place” and apparently if it doesn’t happen here we’re all good. I understand if it’s something you normally don’t do.

But god forbid if we keep minors in our “safe space” safe.

“They’d been ‘investigating’ crimson on their own before digging up the nsfw stuff” First off, they were gathering up enough evidence for the proof you so desperately need and whine about.

“But they reported it literal hours after it happened so. Another lie.” I understand shit like this is severe and sensitive but damn I guess people don’t deserve time.

Do I need to explain the “crying wolf” is so disrespectful imo, but who would lie about something like this??

Heavily edited is so icky because Laci had them censored for the victims' comfort and you didn’t even see where she said she could hand it to you uncensored.

Happy to listen to our concerns but do a mass ban on people who spoke out? Okay…

There are, of course screen shots but Tumblr only has ten images per post (lmao)

Red also apologized to crimson which was so fucking weird to EVERYONE.

And for Flynn to come in, and this doesn't mean any disrespect when she started talking about how laci was stirring up in the middle of the drama, when all she did was give you all the evidence, The needed talked about how she was an unreliable source when she gave them ALL the evidence.

And when I told Flynn it was very disrespectful for her to say that she said that's what she noticed but Laci didn't mean any type of offense or disrespect and what matters if you want it uncensored evidence there's something called asking she would have provided it to you and when you sent that screenshot with who was a minor and who was an adult in the server I was just like did you actually see if she (laci) was okay with that being spread but I never got to that because I don't want to “start” more drama. People are upset with Red because she didn't acknowledge the 2 victims that have come forward and said that crimson has done that to them BOTH. kind of sounds like she (red) was victim blaming in my personal opinion, This was something they needed to talk out privately because it's easier to deal with the on one on one then rather than 600 people coming at red. There were new people coming into the chat, and they got caught in the hay fire because they didn't have the full picture. There's a reason we can't do this publicly because if you do this privately you can have awhile to dissect everything, and somebody told me “oh somebody would complain about the lack of transparency” but they could have said “we're gonna settle this in DMs. We're gonna mute this channel for a bit, and when I need to, I don't want to hear any more about it, because we're gonna deal with it in dm’s”. that's all they needed to know, there were people there who didn't have the full picture.

I'm really exhausted and it’s five in the morning .

[bimboothefool]

𝔒𝔲𝔯 ℑ𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔡

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟!𝐀𝐝𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝓎! 𝒜 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹! ℛ𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅.” The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley

𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔖𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: A mysterious yet familiar looking woman enters your life in the midst of the various murders happening. Yet why and what makes this woman so familiar to you..?

𝔗𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰: Reader is femme/femme coded and uses she/her, that’s where the specification ends. Mentions of death, details of death through police reports. Stalking, Ada getting jealous and possessive. Might add more later if it pops up.

𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯’𝔰 𝔏𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯: Separate ways has been out for awhile now, why not make more fics for Ada. She definitely needs more love. Also this story is heavily inspired by Little Red Riding Hood and The Path. I highly recommend it! Might make more fairytale retellings later down the line. We’ll see~ Feel free to read it on Ao3!

The combination of the stench of booze, noisy crowd and blasting music. Was practically sensory hell.

You decided to use an excuse to get some fresh air as a way to escape the bar’s suffocating atmosphere. As your footsteps echoed and the crowd’s chatter grows more quiet, you reminisce on the dreams you’ve been having as of lately.

“A forest graveyard, dead tree and a girl in red turning into a wolf… What does it mean…” You remembered talking to your mom about what you dreamt about and she recalls the times your childhood friend Claire searched for you. She found you sleeping against a tree that was in the deeper parts of the forest. She didn’t always come alone, Chris accompanied her just to be safe.

However a part of your brain couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were missing something crucial. Like your version of events isn’t right.

“Mom keeps saying these are signs, yet I’m not sure what they’re telling me…” You clutched your coat tighter around your form, trying to keep yourself safe from the cold night air. You unconsciously walked towards the forest, you remember this path. Your senses kick in as you sent your location to your friend group chat, just so that they won’t run around looking for you, like chickens without their heads.

As you walked along the path, you saw a playground sign, along with a yellow flower. Putting it in your coat pocket. “I remember this park, me and Claire would always explore here as kids.” You plucked the yellow flower from the ground and walked into the forest, sending your location again. So far they don’t seem to notice that you left the party to explore the woods.

All you could see was the bright full moon shining above you and what you can hear is your footsteps crunching the dead leaves underneath. You arrived at the playground noticing that it’s metal parts were not treated so kindly by time. Yet the memories it held still filled you with relief, you sat on the swing set.

The faint smell of flowers, the fall breeze and the cool sensation of the wind, felt like it made your stress get blown away.

You took the yellow flower out of your pocket, lightly twirling it in your hand. Currently pondering on what has been happening lately. The talk of monsters or monster murdering people left and right, changing the lock on your door. It was weighing on your mind so heavily especially when something broke into your house.

The party was supposed to lift your mood, yet it did nothing to deter the sinking feeling that you were being watched and everything you did was under a microscope.

You just wanted to— “Mind if I sit here?” A woman’s voice brought you out of your spiraling thoughts. “O-Oh! Umm… Uhhh…sure go ahead.” You looked away from her brown eyes. It’s almost like they’re looking into your soul or can see your skeleton.

She sat down and swung slightly, her red nails shone under the moonlight. You couldn’t help, but feel like you’ve seen her before. Especially those brown eyes. Your mind flashes the memory of the girl in red, as she looks towards you, her eyes become clear to see. They’re brown as well. “What’s a girl like you doing out here, alone?” Her voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

You fiddled with the yellow flower once more trying to put yourself at ease. “I…needed fresh air and some alone time…” You answered softly, almost as a whisper that was only meant for her ears.

“So you went to the park deep into the forest for that?” You realized now how dangerous your choice was, yeah you let your friends know where you are, but who knows what or who will seek you. “Dumb I know, but I just don’t want to burden anyone right now… I’d just kill the mood.”

The chains rattle as she places her hand over yours, her warmth reaching to your heart. The flower peeking from your joined hands. You shouldn’t be falling in love so easily with a stranger and yet she feels so familiar. The isolation and alienation makes you cling to any sense of familiarity no matter how innocent it may seem.

“Ada, my name is Ada. And yours?” She introduced herself, slightly swinging you both. “Ada…” You let it slip off your tongue, the name is also familiar too. You tell her your name and you see a smile grace her glossed up lips. “That’s a pretty name.” You felt your cheeks get warm as your heart beats faster. “Thanks Ada…” Ada giggles at your shy reply.

You spent the time just talking and now, Ada’s making you a flower crown with a couple of yellow flowers and daisies she found. She gently placed the crown on your head, smiling warmly at you.

As you two stared into eachother’s eyes, it was almost as if time started to slow down, but it suddenly starts again once your phone goes off. “Are you gonna answer it?” Ada teased as you pout, hurriedly grabbing your phone from your pocket. “Thank god you picked up! We were worried sick!” Claire’s voice rang clear, you decided to just tell to her why you wandered off. “Yeah sorry I worried you, I just didn’t wanna kill the mood with my paranoia…” You could almost hear her smile as she laughed. “You kill the mood? Hardly, besides your feelings are valid. Especially with everything that’s happened. At least we got you out of the house and tried.”

“I’m gonna head back to the bar right now. Hopefully it won’t be far.” Both you and Claire mutually hung up as you turned on the GPS on your phone on. “Wanna head back with me?” You asked Ada holding out your hand for her.

Ada’s eyes widened at your hand and offer. “Oh… Okay, lead the way.” She says and gently takes your hand, leading you two out of the forest. Right back on the path you came from as the crickets chirped, you at the crescent moon shining above you. Now that you hear her footsteps along with yours, it frankly made you feel reassured and safe.

~~

Claire being shocked was an understatement and frankly, this mystery woman appearing with you walking back in the bar. Hand and hand has left her severely confused. “Ada Wong… Hmmm…” She looks on as Ada lights up the room. The way you two have interacted thus far made her think she’s a childhood friend of yours. Yet she’s known you since you were infants, Claire knows your deepest, most intimate secrets yet she can’t really recall who Ada could be.

But the feeling that Ada’s presence was odd didn’t shake off even when she smiled or laughed. It felt fake, it all felt like it was scripted and the unsuspecting were gobbling Ada’s act right up.

‘Whoever Ada is… I have a feeling we’ve seen her before.’ Claire silently vowed in her head, soon Ada caught a glimpse of Claire’s face. Her concerned look only fuels Ada further. Her hand drapes over your shoulder possessively. Silently telling Claire to back off.

“She’s gotta be kidding me…” Claire mumbles in disbelief.

~~

Weeks turned to months and months turned into a year. After two months, it wasn’t long before you started to date Ada. She was always so loving and dotting, you are everything to her. You were spending a sickeningly long amount of time with Ada.

Though throughout that duration of time, Claire decided to look into her. Starting up a silent investigation on Ada’s background. Oddly enough when she tried looking into her general history, not much came up. No birth certificate, prior home addresses or even a family member. It was just blank dead end after blank dead end.

So when the computer data failed, she asked the locals more specifically Ada’s neighbors. They all said she’d just miraculously moved here one day and is generally a kind woman. However a select few of them, feel like there’s something off about her especially since they’ve never seen her come home in the early hours of dawn. However they did note that they’ve seen a large dog like creature around the area.

Claire with a clearer idea, decides to back home to take a look at the victims one more time, after clicking through online pages of police reports, she suddenly realizes some of them are your ex’s and a couple of them are people who’ve flirted with you. She vividly recognizes you dating one of them in senior year of highschool, another during your freshman year of college and the guy hitting on you during the party she took you to. The day you introduced Ada. The murders seemed to have suddenly stopped once you started dating her and nobody’s been harmed since then.

It was either the worst timing or Ada’s genuinely tied to the murders that had happened prior to Claire meeting her.

Claire looks through the files especially in regards to the pattern. Claire was beyond mortified. “The only thing tying the victims together was the method of murder. Claw marks and puncture wounds, yet animal researchers were unable to identify which animal it could belong to. Furthermore the zoos in the nearby area have yet to file a missing animal case…” Claire looks around feeling herself being watched, she quickly gets up to lock all of her doors, windows and whatever entrance there may be.

Claire heads back into her room, opening her laptop again and decides to look into potential sightings about a dog like creature near the town. Not much showed up, only local paranormal blogs have picked up the story and catalogued this creature’s appearances. Soon she finds one with photo evidence, her heart begins to stop. Those eyes, she remembers them.

Those cold, blood thirsty eyes, from all those years ago. Claire immediately shuts off the laptop, hurriedly getting dressed. She quickly dials your number, yet she’s getting no answer. “SHIT!”

~~

“I’m really worried about Claire… She’s been off lately…” Your eyes trailed to the side of the forest path as you and Ada walked side by side. “Hey, don’t worry about her, I’m sure she’s fine.” Ada said nonchalantly, still you really couldn’t shake the feeling of concern for Claire’s wellbeing off. “Still she usually has a reason… I dunno, maybe you’re right, I’m probably overreacting..?” Your eyes looked at Ada’s, trying to find a small semblance of reassurance.

Ada leans closer, her warm hand cups your cheek. Her thumb gently strokes the apple of your cheek. “No it’s understandable that you’re worried for her.” You sigh and held her hand that was on your cheek, leaning into her palm.

“…Thanks Ada, really it means a lot…” Ada hums and smooches your forehead. “I have to keep my princess grounded, don’t I?” You laugh dryly and smiled. “Guess so.” You and Ada walked off the path once more, heading towards a very familiar place. It was the forest graveyard you’ve been seeing in your dreams.

Being here sent chills down your spine, a gut wrenching feeling has your stomach unsettled. You feel like you shouldn’t be here.

The same decaying tree stands tall on the small hill as tombstones surround it. Ada turns to you and tilts her head. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Something wrong?” You felt your body move on its own, making your way towards the dead tree. Ada calls out your name yet you cannot hear her.

Your memories started flowing back in all at once. Ada calls out your name and your whole world begin to spin. The dizziness makes you fall over, knocking you out effectively.

~~

You heard the crickets chirping, the familiar smell of flowers invades your nose and you opened your eyes.

The full moon shines above you but is a bit filtered by the trees above. The fireflies providing as another source of light. A young girl’s voice calls out your name, it’s the girl in red.

“You always sleep in the strangest places.” She finally becomes clearer, the shadowy silhouette wearing just a red dress is finally melting away. Her eyes, they’re brown and beautiful. Her short black hair sways in the wind. “What’s the matter?” She giggles and you looked to see you’re a kid again. “Ada..?” She smiles at you and laughs. “That’s my name.” Your eyes widened slightly at this revelation. So that’s why she seemed so familiar.

You have met before, long before that night at the playground. Yet something tells you, that’s only a chunk of this story. “Where are we..?” The younger version of Ada replied. “The flower field silly! I promised to take you hear and teach you how to make flower crowns. Remember?” You immediately remember that promise.

“How could I forget that?” You mumbled out, with furrowed brows as Ada tilts her head. Her curious brown eyes looked at your baffled face. “Maybe you’ve been losing sleep?” You murmured a maybe to Ada, you got up. Dusting off the dirt and pollen off your clothes.

Ada grabs your head, urging you to follow her. You decided it was the best course of action for now. The two of you walked together hand in hand. You noticed she wore a messily strung together flower crown made of poppy flowers. You reached your head, taking your crown off to see it was more stable and lovingly crafted. The flowers used were white daisies.

“C’mon let’s go princess!” Ada happily said, pulling you along as the two of you reached the forest graveyard. The two of you reached the small hill where the decaying tree resides. You sat down with Ada as she warmly hugs you, cuddling with you. Your heart skipped a beat, at this familiar comfort you’ve been desperately seeking. Yet this felt wrong.

Extremely wrong, the familiar stomach knotting feeling returned once another familiar voice called out your name

“Claire..?” Ada’s eyes snapped towards a younger Claire. “Who’s this..?”

Claire worriedly asked, Ada gently pushes you behind her. She stalks towards Claire, staring knives into her form. “I’m her future wife and best friend.” Ada said in a matter of fact way, Claire looked confused.

“Don’t be stupid! I’m here to take my friend back home, her mom’s worried sick!” Claire stomps over to you, but Ada blocks her way. “No her mom doesn’t need to worry. She’s in under my protection.” Ada smiled stiffly at Claire. “Move! She has to go home, you two can always play tomorrow!” Claire said roughly shoving Ada to the ground, running towards you.

Claire takes your hand as she said. “You’re explaining this later. For now let’s go home.” The two of you turned to see Ada changing. Her bones snapping into a new shape, her hair growing longer and spreading throughout her new form. Her face turning into a wolf’s snout, sporting razor sharp teeth. Her once human ears became wolf like as well. Her brown eyes stare at Claire’s blue eyes with disgust and hatred.

All that stood was a monstrous wolf that barely resembles Ada. You stood there, your eyes widened with fear and realization. Those dreams, were a warning and you were a fool to not heed them. Something big outside of this dream was waiting for your present self and you wanted out so you could do something about it.

Ada roared and lunged at Claire, needing to act quickly you tug Claire’s sleeve and this leads the two of you to roll down the small hill as Ada slams into the tree.

You woke up with a big intake of breathe, clutching your heart. Unable to forget what happened in the dream. Ada was the girl in red, the one who transformed into that wolf like beast. How could you repress such a memory, you asked yourself internally. Yet you had an idea as to why, but couldn’t properly articulate that feeling.

Ada’s soft voice called out your name as her hand was on your shoulder. She wore a genuinely worried look on her face. “Are you okay..? You suddenly passed out and I didn’t know what to do…” You practically tuned her out as you looked to where you fell down the hill with Claire. It was now dark, but the moonlight provided enough light for you too see what you were looking for.

Just as you suspected it wasn’t a nightmare, that event did happen all those years ago. The gravestone you hit your back against was noticeably knocked back a bit, but still stood.

Ada gently shakes your shoulder, calling out your name as she follows your gaze. Her voice dies down in her throat. “…Oh.” Her almond nails dig themselves into your clothed shoulder possessively.

You perk up at the sound of Claire yelling out your name. “Claire..? CLAIRE NO STAY AWAY!” You yelled trying to discourage her to stay away and let you deal with Ada alone.

“NO I’M NOT LEAVING YOU!” Claire yelled back as you see her running towards you and you felt your body move on its own. Not deterred by Ada’s grip on your shoulder. You pushed her hand off and ran towards Claire trapping her in a tight hug. She returns it tenfold as Ada watches on with a blank stare.

Ada had worked so hard, and she doesn’t want to lose you again. Not to some silly human girl.

“I have so much to tell you, it’s about… Ada…” Claire’s eyes glared at Ada, whilst Ada sighs heavily. “Tell me something I don’t know…” You knew that from the dream alone, something much worse has reeled its head towards Claire.

“Those murders, the stalking it was all Ada… She’s not from here or even like us…” You felt a lump in your throat, the part of Ada being a monster you already knew. But the murders, the stalking it all made sense now.

“Why do this Ada..? Do you enjoy seeing me scared? Please talk to—“ You were cut off as Ada confessed. “I loved you.” You were utterly shocked by this. “Loved me..? But why kill those people, what did they do to you..?”

Ada sighs as she walks down the hill slowly and says. “They were obstacles and defective. Why not get rid of them, people like them just come and they go.” She continues to get closer as Claire drags you away. This doesn’t stop Ada, she raises her hand. Her nails effortlessly getting sharp. “And the only obstacle left, is Claire.”

You felt your blood run cold, you couldn’t help, but feel like their deaths were your shoulders. Even if Ada was your childhood friend and girlfriend, you still don’t want more people dying in your name or be hurt by Ada’s hand.

“Chris is on his way with backup. Get out of here!” Claire pulls out a gun, Ada huffs and knows it’s no use hiding anything anymore.

Your eyes looked at the moon, it was a full moon tonight. She quickly transforms into her true form, her bones snapping and contorting into a new shape. As she becomes that same black furred werewolf with razor sharp teeth, claws and her brown eyes had a red hue to them.

Claire pulls out her gun and starts trying shooting Ada’s leg to give you two an opening. Yet Ada was moving around swiftly, dodging the bullets with ease. You huffed and take Claire’s hand, running as fast as you two could. Zigzagging through the trees trying to shake Ada’s true form.

Once you lost her, but unfortunately you two weren’t out of the woods yet. You and Claire catch your breathe, the brunette beside you gasped as she walks over to something. You lifted your head and see her and a motorcycle that’s nature definitely got a hold of. “Hmmm… Maybe there’s a key around, odd that the tanks half full…” Claire murmured as something shined in the moonlight. You walked over to it and saw a key, you grabbed it and dusted off the dirt.

You showed her the key and her eyes light up. “That’s it! Let’s hope this is the key and we’ll hopefully be able to get out of this forest to meet up with Chris.” You hummed at her plan, helping her set the motorcycle up. Claire gets on and starts it up, the engine purrs to life. “C’mon hop on!” You nodded, suddenly your blood runs cold once you picked up on the sound of a growl. You hurriedly got on, grabbing onto Claire for dear life.

Claire soon drives it fast enough to dodge Ada’s pounce. You screamed as you smoosh your face on Claire’s back, Claire’s head was in this chase. If Ada wanted you, Ada’s gonna have to fight her first. As she swerved the motorcycle through the area, she sees the path through one of the tree. She makes a break for it hoping it’ll take Ada out of her element.

Claire repeatedly mumbled. “We’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it…” She cranks up the speed as you two were out of the woods and back on the path. However as you two tried to make your exit, Ada swipes her claws at the motorcycle causing it to swerve violently to the opposite direction.

“Shit—!” You blurted whilst you lost your grip on Claire’s jacket. You felt yourself tumble and roll back onto the ground. You groaned, feeling a hot breathe on your face as you froze. Ada stares down at you, her now larger form covers your form.

“Ada… Please…” You pleaded, Claire screams out for you and a crazy idea strikes your brain. A crazy, potentially deadly idea. It may not make sense to Claire now, but if this can hold Ada back from going on a rampage. You’d rather take that brunt than let others get brutally killed.

“Claire, I want you to leave…” Claire’s eyes widened. “Are you fucking serious?! I’m not losing you, whatever you’re thinking please just—“

“I’m being dead fucking serious, Claire.” You turned your head to look at her, still on the ground as Ada watches you. “If Ada wants me and it stops the murders… I’ll let her have me…” You decided to do it not only for yourself, but for everyone.

“Besides, I made a promise. I promised to marry Ada, I just wanna honor that promise…” You knew how crazy it sounds, but it was the point. You needed to keep Ada away from Claire, Chris and everyone you cared about as far as possible.

Ada’s tail wags in delight at the prospect of you remembering her promise. “You promised to marry her..? Why if I can ask..?” You sighed and answered Claire honestly. “She’s my first love, I don’t wanna give up on what I started…”

Claire sorrowfully mumbled your name, knowing how hard it was to express that side of you. “Please Claire, just leave…” Claire stays for a bit, her lips quiver as her eyes became glossy. “Okay… I understand…” She starts the engine again and soon drives off. Leaving you with Ada and the sounds of nature.

Ada stares down at you with an unreadable expression or atleast given she’s in her wolf form so there’s probably not enough muscles in her face in this current form. She gets off of you, only to toss you over her shoulder. Walking back into the woods, back to where everything between you two had started.

This sick and twisted love story, you looked at the back of Ada’s head and the full moon one last time. As much as you wanted to protect your loved ones, Ada meant too much for you to let go. You just wanted to be with her, whether it was genuine or not. You feel like you can sort it out later.

~~

Several years passed and so far, Claire hasn’t heard a peep about any wolf sightings or murders. It was gut wrenching to tell Chris, your family and friends that you were gone. It left them shaken to their core, others tried to brave through life without you. Others were stagnant and were unable to really move on. To the townspeople it was a relief that left them with paranoia and trauma. However Claire, was slowly giving up on finding you. Your words echoed in her mind.

Soon she heads out to check her mailbox. As she sifts through the junk mail, bills and others. Her eyes widen as she reached her home again. A letter with a poppy and daisy held together by a red wax seal. She turns it around, it had no return address and it was for her from, you. Her breathe hitched as she closes the door and sits down at her kitchen table. She opens the letter, it was general update and to let Claire know you’re still alive and are being treated well.

This fuels her further to push harder to find you, to give you the truth and to finally free you from your shackles.

~~

You sat at the table as you looked outside the window as Ada cooks your food. You hoped the letter reaches Claire and to put her search for you to a halt. “Hey, are you okay..?” Ada’s voice lifts you out of your thoughts, your eyes looked towards hers. “Yeah I was thinking about something…”

“Go on, you can tell me anything…” Ada sighs and turns off the stove and places the food on two plates. “I just don’t want to be found is all.” You didn’t want her to see your real colors. You wanted to keep your promise both the ones you Ada’s and Claire’s.

“I see, but just next time don’t send another letter. Before you ask, I’ve always known. I could smell the faint smell of melted wax from a mile away. You’ve always were a terrible liar, but don’t worry. I’ll have you be my good girl in no time…” Ada grabs your face with one hand, pulling you towards her face. Her fangs glint in the sunlight as her claws sink slightly into your cheeks. “Now do you understand..?”

“Yes dear…”

[coolbanana44]

Picture Perfect Ch. 1 - C.L

AN: Hi guys this is chapter one of a series I am starting. I've always wanted to do this and I wanted it to be perfect so thats why it took awhile. Expect another chapter at the end of the week as I am starting to write it as we speak. If you enjoyed the first chapter please like it and even reach out as it is very motivating for me to see that you guys enjoy my writing! Love you guys!

Summary: This is a story of Y/N, Ferrari's new photographer. As the season goes on it seems like she is more than that to a certain driver.

I was never known for being an overly extroverted and social person. I was the type of person who never was seen and I was okay with that. I liked being in the background, observing people and trying to read them. That’s why I loved being a photographer. My face covered by the camera and taking pictures of everything around me. It started out when I got a polaroid one Christmas. I remember running around taking pictures of my family and seeing the photos develop and come alive. I liked looking at their expressions, some smiling and some annoyed with a little girl stuffing a camera in their face. I realized a picture can capture a small look into people's emotions, what they are thinking in the moment and from then on I was hooked.  

And now I am here, in Bahrain. When I applied for the job as a photographer for Ferrari I never thought I would actually get it. It was a dare from my friend Lindsey. She knew how much I loved Formula One and always dreamed of taking pictures of the cars and drivers. But she also knew I was scared of taking a leap of faith. So she said if I applied and got the job she would ask the barista she has a crush on out on a date.

 Stepping into the paddock I was overwhelmed. So many people, people I have only seen on TV before. I was somewhat excited as this was my dream, but nervous of screwing this up. As I was about to move I heard a voice from behind me. 

“Y/N?” I turned around to see a middle-aged man. Decked out in Ferrari gear and a camera adorned around his neck. 

“Hi I’m Amelio, I was told to give you a tour around and show you the ropes.” I just smiled and nodded my head. 

As we were walking around he started talking about the job and the expectations. I tried paying attention, but when you see Toto Wolf on a scooter your mind starts to focus on that. We soon made it to the Ferrari motorhome and as we were about to step inside, Amelio looked at his phone.

“Uhh I have to go, I promise I will be right back, it won’t take me more than five minutes!” And before I could say anything he walked away. 

Great, now I am all alone. I started fiddling with the camera, adjusting the settings and taking a couple of practice pictures of the building in front of me to make sure everything looks right. 

“Excuse me?” I jumped at the voice beside me. I turn to see the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Jawline chiseled by the greek gods, mesmerizing sea green eyes, tanned flawless skin. I haven’t been living under a rock so I know that this man is Charles Leclerc and before my brain can process that information, he reaches out and touches my shoulder. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He looked at me all concerned. 

“Oh no don’t worry about it.” I said calmly (which surprised me). He takes his hand off my shoulder and holds out his hand for me to shake, I smile and gladly accept. 

“I’m Charles.” He laughed, probably seeing how in awe I am in.

“Y/N.” I snap out of it. He drops his hand and for some reason I find myself craving more of his touch. 

“Are you the new photographer? I haven’t seen you before and I would sure remember a pretty face like yours.” The blush on my cheeks must be evident because he smirks at my reaction. 

“Yea I am. Amelio was about to give me a tour around the motorhome but he had to go somewhere.” I have never had someone compliment me before, so I am amazed with my confidence in being able to hold eye contact or even speak.

“I can give you a tour if you like?” He gives me a charming smile. I am hesitant to say sure because I don’t know if my heart can take being next to this man for another minute. But at the same time Charles' presence is intoxicating so I let out a breath and say sure. 

He leads me through the motorhome telling me which rooms are for what, introducing me to some of the engineers and mechanics. He even started asking me questions like where are you from? What made me want to become a photographer? Just random things. At first I kept my answers short but he was comfortable to be around and I let my guard down. At times like now Charles' hand would occasionally brush past my waist as we were so close and I would get distracted by his warm touch, and I would start fantasizing what his hands would feel like around me…. 

“Y/N? You okay?” That instantly snapped me back to reality.

“Uhhhh.. Yea… sorry I kinda spaced out a bit.” I looked down trying to hide the heat rising to my cheeks. He chuckles at my shyness. 

“Do you think you will be okay by yourself? I have to meet with the engineers and then I have to focus on the race.” I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. He was easy to talk to (and easy on the eyes), he was comforting. If he saw me starting to get overwhelmed he would redirect our conversation and I was grateful for that. I simply just gave him a nod. 

“Thank you for the tour. I enjoyed it.” I turn to fully look at him. That's when I realized how close we were. Only a couple of inches apart due to the confined space. So close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. He seemed to realize our position too as he grew red. His blushing caused me to have a pit in my stomach, a good kind. 

“Hey um.. After the race a couple of the drivers were talking about going to the club for the start of the season. You are more than welcome to come.” Normally I would say no. I was never the kind of girl to go out and get sweaty and drunk with strangers, but Charles was the one asking me and I wanted to spend more time with him. 

“Sure.” He looked taken back by my response, probably expecting me to say no. 

“Great! It's the rock bar club and we are going to be there at nine. I can drive you if you like.” I couldn’t help but have my eyes go wide. 

“No… no it's okay.” I said a little too quickly. It’s not like I don’t want him to drive me, I just let my mind spiral. Like what if someone got a photo of us in the car? I don’t want people to start to notice me and then have to deal with the aftermath. But the look on his face when I turned his offer down was making me rethink my decision. 

“Oh..okay. Well I’ll see you later then. It was nice meeting you Y/N.” The look of disappointment turned into a warm smile. And then he was off and I was stuck there thinking about what I have gotten myself into.  

[noemilivv]

Omg I love you Hazbin matchups!! If I could get one I'd be blessed. Pun intended.

About me!

My name is Venus, and I'm a single/teen(18-19) mom. I'm 5'2 and really punky. I've got lots of piercings including an eyebrow, my septum, a nostril, and 00g ears. I plan on getting more and I hope to devour my arms in tattoos. I've been reading since I was 8 as a form of escapism till I left my parents house and got into a safe and healthy environment and now use it just as a hobby. I'm a woman, or fem/leaning enby using mostly she/they pronouns. I am Demisexual and pansexual. I was diagnosed with PTSD and Tourrests syndrome with Echolalia and coperalia. I was diagnosed with depression ages ago but has successfully overcome it and was taken off my antidepressants. I went to 5 middle schools and I've lived in 8-14 diffrent places. I lost count.

Some of my unique traits include

Charisma and people skills (which I don't like people but like- I can't be a menace to society no matter now much I wanna.

Passion for all things animal. I'm in school to be a vet and I also live on a farm and hunt!

I'm a practicing pagan(witchcraft) and I use alot of nature related things

Sometimes I go into a "god complex state" and just think I'm God's greatest gift (narcissistic I know)

I'm piss poor with sarcasm and yet I try to use it constantly and just look like an idiot.

I do Dino arms when I get exited. I also snort when I laugh and my eyebrows flex when I'm talking passionately.

I bought 50 dollars worth of jelly beans not too long ago by accident and I don't even wanna explain how that happened.

Likes

My daughter is the most important thing in my life.

My favorite colour is olive green and forest green. one of my favorite foods is chicken. I drink an absurd amount of peach tea from cracker barrel. (You can buy it by the half gallon) I take a special interest in rocks and collect them. I also love to garden! Art is one of my passions. I make playlists for every mood and I even have a special playlist that I dace to with my 6 month old daughter.

Blue ppl avatar and avatar the last Airbender are litterslly Fandom that have absorbed me. Avatar was one if my big escapism places.

Horse riding, Cow calf care, and goats that break into my car.

My favorite animals are a wolf, lions, longhorns, most well bread dogs/cats, and snakes

I love photography and the mountains!

Dislikes

I'm very much not a people person. I have a hard time tolerating 80% of people and the people I do enjoy my company with took awhile to get used to. It takes persistence. I've also got a bone to pick with people who I relate to to much and tend to veer away from them. Sometimes I stg I have a "I can fix them" complex which I do not like. I've got a fear of needles.

this was a hard call, but in the end, i went with…

Alastor !!

Alastor admires your charisma and people skills, despite the fact that you hate people, which he gets it, he’s like that too

He can see how much your daughter means to you so as much as he’s not too into kids he will defend her whether he admits it or not and he does try to have a bond with her

Without a doubt, he enjoys the fact that you practice witchcraft, he wouldn’t mind learning a thing or two from you, and he definitely asks you a couple questions here and there

[yanderes-galore]

Hello! Hope you're soing ok. Is it possible I could request headcanons of yandere Reaper with a female darling who's more innocent than the average person her age? As in she's less concerned about material stuff and social status like others are. Could their dynamic please be like Death and the Maiden? And could Reaper also call his Darling Cordera which means little lamb, please? Thank you so much for considering!

Ah, I'll see what I can do. I am not familiar with "Death and the Maiden" so I apologize I did not include that. He was one of the first Overwatch characters I wrote for, although it's been awhile so I hope I managed to make an appealing story.

The "innocent darling" type I tried to portray but, I'm not really sure how to do it properly. Also, open ended as this is supposed to tie in with the prompts that I have for him (They're the same darling)

Yandere! Reaper with Innocent! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Sadistic desires, Kidnapping implied, Implied forced relationship, Open ended.

Being a mercenary with your body decaying and regenerating at an extremely fast rate can understandably affect your mental state.

Reaper is a self-proclaimed psychopath.

He's sadistic, conceited, and often plays with his enemies when he has the upper hand.

An innocent darling would, indeed, be like a pure lamb to him.

His lamb.

You'd have no idea what you're getting into when you meet the mercenary the first time.

His abilities allow Reaper to be an angel of death.

He takes out his targets with ease and doesn't care about the consequences.

Getting involved with someone like him was an accident.

It was the wrong place, the wrong time... you were just doing your job.

Then he killed your boss and spared you once he realized you weren't a threat.

When he first meets you, it was like he stared you down as a predator.

The fact he spared you made you on edge for months.

He saw you were innocent.

Like a young lamb, you carried no burden on your shoulders.

You weren't worried about money or social status...

You were simply trying to get by and live your life as happy as you could.

Part of Reaper admired that innocent glow of yours.

He's almost envious.

Reaper left you alone because of that.

You didn't need to concern yourself with this matter.

You may need a new job, though.

Reaper keeps an eye on you after that.

It could've been due to a sense of curiosity... or maybe a sick craving.

Perhaps he wanted a taste of the life you had.

He's always been a soldier, yet here he is watching this civilian from a hiding spot he picked out day after day.

Once a job was done, he'd materialize to somewhere to watch you.

Like a phantom figure, he trails you.

Your everyday life looks so empty of stress and he's drawn to you.

He can't tell if he wants to preserve you... to keep you happy in his arms.

That... or he wants to taint you, to make you suffer like he has out of envy.

You were a soft innocent lamb to him...

Meanwhile he was the wolf, debating on wanting to hunt you for that innocence.

Reaper spends most of his time stalking you.

Talking to you like this would scare you.

He knows he can't make this work with how he is.

Instead, he waits until the time is right.

Up until he can't wait any longer to have you in his arms...

He wants to feel you, to protect that innocence, yet also claim it....

Reaper doesn't care who meets the end of his gun to get you.

He kills without motive anyways.

By the time you properly meet him, blood stains your clothes.

That innocence is quickly broken once you see the cloaked man in front of you.

Blood fills your home along with bodies.

Bodies of your loved ones... bodies of those you hold close to you...

They're snuffed out by a man cloaked in darkness.

The very same man who, once again, only spared you.

His voice sounds as though there's gravel in his throat as he steps in front of you.

"You're coming with me, my cordera...."

You can try your best to back away from him, to try and shield yourself from his gloved hands picking you up.

You aren't going anywhere.

No matter how much you try to flee...

Death will always claim you.

[lazywriters-blog]

THE LOVELY NEIGHBOR ON THE LEFT

WARNING: May contain triggering content, mentions of harming oneself, and yandere content.

SUMMARY: Jealousy never looked good on anyone, but you thought it looked worse on your lovely gentle neighbor.

Author's note: My deepest apologies for taking so so long to get this out, life slapped me hard in the face and I reeled back, took awhile to get back up. I did realize that betrayal comes from the closest. Hopefully, this will make up for the time I've made you wait.

Her keys rattled as they spun and around in the lock hole, undoing the seal for her late afternoon chores, adjusting the plastic bags in her hands, and moving inside, pocketing her house key she looked at the clock, it reads 6:00 PM.

She couldn't wait to get out of her clothes and lay down.

Carrying the bags to her kitchen she dropped them on the counter letting them sit in the cold air and focused on going to her room to fresh up, stretching out her arm to reach for the switch she thought back about what she should do first.

But when she stopped to see her room in the dark when her hands struggled to find the button, she saw a figure sitting on her bed, and she held her breath staring at the unknown person making themselves comfortable on her mattress.

She turned her eyes to her closet, preparing a plan if she messes up, she should have a rod resting somewhere in the house, she knows she put it in one of her wardrobes.

"You never told me..." he started, he sounded so pained and sad, she instantly recognized the voice belonged to her lovely neighbor. Her fingers worked to turn on any source of light, wanting to take a step back as soon as possible and run out of her home.

Unfortunately for her, he stood up and quickly confronted her panic-stricken face, "Don't run away from me, we can talk." he tried to reassure her, making himself seem as small as possible despite his towering physique slowly walking closer.

She felt like a bunny caught in the spotlight, waiting for the chance to run after she has fooled the wolf in sheep's clothing. She thought he was harmless for the longest time she knew him.

But she was certain she didn't leave her front door unlocked for him to enter.

"Okay- we can talk, what is it?" she softly replied, her shoulders raised while she attempted to draw in a deep breath. He smiled hearing her response, a sort of shy grin she couldn't visualize anyone who forayed into their neighbor's house doing. "I'm sorry for scaring you. I- I umm... Didn't know what to do after I came to... Know of something."

"But I'm glad you are so understanding of me. It's honestly the best thing about you." she glued her gaze on him, eyes peeled open searching for telltales signs of danger. Quietly shuffling back whenever he closed his eyes to gather his thoughts and word his worries. "I know, you probably didn't mean to lead me on. Perhaps, you were just being friendly, and I-- I misunderstood things. But, lately... I've been thinking about you. More than I should."

He held his hands, pressing his trembling lips together, and stared at her. With tears in his eyes.

"I've been thinking of things I shouldn't! It makes me feel bad even thinking about it! I can't go on without addressing it though... I promised myself I wouldn't hesitate, and I would do my best even if it isn't needed, I would keep on trying until I've become what I want."

His hand reached out to clasp her arm but she hastily changed positions and widened her eyes, shrugging him off to make sure she didn't trap herself.

His eyes grew big, then he controlled his breathing. The pain had been written all over his face, now it heightened to a level she has never seen on the grown man no matter how he was cared for.

His lips quiver and willingly tears poured down his cheeks and he sobbed like as if he had just lost a dear friend to death.

"Why... Are you moving away from me? I would never hurt you. Am I a bad person? Do you see me as someone who would want to harm you?"

She didn't say anything, whatever he was going about wasn't normal in her eyes, something was wrong and they knew it.

"Now you wouldn't even answer me?" he gasped a breath through his mouth and fell to his knees, hiding his eyes and allowing himself to grief over a simple matter in a dangerous situation.

He had broken into her house and this would be the first time she's witnessed this.

The sympathetic side of her felt bad about it, the rational part of her just wanted to stay away. Letting him cry and lose hold of himself seemed like a bad idea though, she wouldn't know what to do then, she's a normal person with average talents, and running and dodging wasn't one of them.

She should de-escalate this.

She should make her way out of this with words.

Steadily crouching to him, she placed a hand on his back and gently rubbed his clothed skin, he looked up at her with teary eyes he bit his lip, and smiled a little, grief replaced with a flicker of hope.

"I was thinking, I'm sorry. What is bothering you?" she spoke, "I can't help you if I don't know anything."

He sniffled and locked eyes with her, raising his head back to better look at her controlled features, his eyes briefly traveled to her hand warming his skin, and sheepishly grinned, "Do you... Care about me?"

She wouldn't be telling a lie the first time he asked, "Yes, I care about you. You are my... Bestie." and suddenly, his smile fell.

"Best friend...?" he muttered.

"Yes, the best friend who happens to be my lovely neighbor on the left, and also the one who I'm trying to comfort right now." she smiled.

He remained mum, absorbed in the moment to think about what she said, dancing around a touchy topic that made him break-in the first place. To talk to her, to understand her better than those who have already taken her away from him.

He looked up when her hand squeezed him, and he really couldn't stomach the thought of her kissing someone else and having a family!

"Are you going to get married soon?" he asked, playing around with the subject and dragging on the dread like it was some sort of petty bet.

"...how did you know that? I haven't told anyone around here." she frowned and leaned back, "Did you... How did you find out? Are you mad I didn't tell you sooner?"

"I think, our kids would be cuter." he leaned close, "If it was a girl she would have my features, and if it was a boy he would have yours, their eyes would be a combination of ours, and our son would be mischievous like you. He would have your lips and my nose. Our kids will be so beautiful." he stopped breathlessly, narrowed eyes unfurling in pure glee.

"You would be the best mother, you would play with them and ask them what they wanted to eat before even making anything, you'll love them and I'll love them so much."

"Izuku, stop. We're not even... Married. What are you going on about, this isn't like you at all." she cupped his cheek and hoped it would get him to shut up and not make her run away without a plan B.

"I know... I never thought I would obsess over our kids but after I found out more about you, I couldn't help it! It was the only thing keeping me from losing hope of ever being with you! You'll be perfect and I'll be perfect for you!" he chanted, and just as easily as she had hushed him from crying, it was easier for him to ignore everything and sob.

"It was the only thing keeping me from killing myself! I want to see our kids grow and be successful and they could see how their mother and father loved each other! How much they were willing to sacrifice for them! They would want to find someone like us for themselves--!"

"Stop! What has gotten into you!?" she quickly grabbed his shoulders and shook them, staring at him frightened of what he was implying. They never had anything going on between them. They were just neighbors.

That was the extent of their relationship.

"Do you want to see me kill myself?" he asked pain-stricken by her words, but oddly calm. It made her shudder.

"No!! Are you out of your mind right now? Why the hell would you do such a thing?!"

"So you do want me hurting..." he mumbled quietly to himself, then he laughed but it seemed more so like he was crying. Throwing himself into her arms, he hugged her torso tight and nuzzled into her neck. "I'm sorry... Can you be with me? Can I stay here with you? I don't want to be alone right now... I really need you."

Slowly drawing out a breath she hoped he didn't heed, she patted his back, "Hmm..." she replied, awkwardly sitting on the flour and hugging him was something she did not anticipate upon stepping inside.

Maybe she should have taken her time.

How should she even begin to drag him out of her house and take a sign of relief? She didn't want him near.

"You'll always be with me, right?" he whispered in her eyes, arms lowered to her waist as she stared back at the room, the bed he had been sitting down just minutes ago.

But the topic had been so heavy, it felt hours had passed instead.

"If you want me to--" she answered softly.

"I want you to." he quickly interjected, taking a deep breath and caressing her neck. "Please."

She wasn't weak.

It would just take her longer to fool the wolf in her home.

[nescaveckwriter]

Moonflowers & Werewolves 🐺💞 - Chapter Five

A/N: Awww my loves, I know its been awhile, but yeah been a little busy, but enough about me making excuses, I hope you enjoy this chapter, I enjoyed writing it 💞

Warnings: 18+ Only Angst, back flashes, a little fluff, overly cute.

Word Count: 1431 🐞

Chapter Five 💞🐞🐺

Curled up under the covers, the pillowcase soaked with sweat and tears, the last few weeks has been hell, its like as if all the memories resurfaced from what she went through with Tom, the way she felt, how small she felt. The lean fingers wipes the tears of her face. Turning on her back and staring at the ceiling, watching the shadows of the trees dancing in the moonlight. It's full moon, again, she always found, the darkness so refreshing especially when the moon is shining, like there's a little glimpse of hope, of restoration, of strength. In the distance you can hear the howling of a wolf or pack of wolves.

Scoffing as she recalls the last words Derek spoke "I'm a werewolf" she looked him, and shook her head in disbelief as she gave him a once over, examining the illumination of his eyes, the extra wolf like features on his already perfectly handsome face, his calloused hands turning into claws, and his teeth turning into fangs. It scared the hell out off her. As she remembered the reason behind her lying in the hospital. When he said "Say something please Maddie" all she could do is say "leave now". In all damn honesty, her heart couldn't hold it anymore, it was somewhere between terrified and intrigued. It was caught up in the magic of this mystical creature, human, whatever you call it half wolf, half human, but also in the violence of this supernatural being.

The thing that took her really by surprise, was the distraught look on his face, and the sadness in his eyes. And the way she felt when he walked out of her hospital room, unsafe, and heartbroken, why she just couldn't quite figure it out just yet.

 She hasn't spoke to him since, but she and Melissa has gotten really good friends, she's a nosy one but, she's just really caring, and she eventually opened up towards her, telling her about how her marriage was, and she just listened, held her closed when she bawled her eyes out, it felt good getting it off her chest.  Sighing as she rolls over too her side, thinking maybe she should try to get some sleep again, after the nightmare she had, she closes her eyes, and as she drifted off too sleep, the alarm went off,.  Pushing down the snooze button, she can do with five more minutes, that's all, just five more, then she'll be ready for the day. Her heavy eyes closed, and she drifted off too sleep.

"Oh come on dad, can you just help me practice please" he pleaded

Derek smiled, he just simply loved spending time with his son. "Sure son" he said, while running his hand playfully in his son's hair. They both laughed, while practicing lacrosse. As they were laughing and having a good time, Eli, accidentally hit the ball a little too hard, it went straight across the road, they both squinted as they hear the shatter of the glass window. Sharing a concerned glance they both ran over to Madison's house. Derek sighed as he recalled the events that led up to them not talking. 

Seeing the ball went through the living room window, they knocked on the front door, "I'll handle this okay son" Eli just nodded his head, as he ain't really sure what happened between his dad and Miss Well.

Madison opened the door, her hair is hanging loosely around her shoulders, revealing that she just woke, by the sleepiness in her voice, "Morning" she smiled

"Morning, we are so sorry about the window, we will fix it, I promise" 

"Really it's not a problem, accidents happen, I mean, it did scare the crap out off me, but its really not that bad" she let out a little laugh

Derek's eyes roamed over her, as she smiled, thankful that she's not as angry and shocked as she initially was. His voice smoky "Oh, sorry about scaring, seems like I tend to do that sometimes" he starts to laugh, and she joins in on the laughter. 

"I've been meaning to talk to you about that, sorry I first needed to process everything, want coffee?" 

Surprised "Yeah that will be delicious, thank you" turning around to face Eli, but Eli, ran back home, screaming something in the distance about meeting up with friends. "It looks like its just coffee for two"

Smiling "Looks like it," as she walks into the kitchen she pulls her hair straight, so that she doesn't look like a mess. "How do you take your coffee?, wait does werewolves even drink coffee?"

He can't help but to laugh, "Yes we do, we do everything that normal human beings do, we just have certain skill sets, that makes us unique"

Smirking, "Well no kidding"

"Oh I take it black, just black" he rubs his hand at the back of his neck

"Oh great, want rusks or something to eat?"

"No, just coffee is perfect thank you, by the way, I'm really sorry about what happened in the hospital,"

Handing him his coffee, "No, please don't apologize, I'm the one who is supposed to say sorry, I was just so surprised, to hear it from you, I mean don't get me wrong, I have walked in the school hallways, and heard about chatter from supernatural beings, but I thought it was just kids, having fun, telling scary stories to each other."

Smiling "I don't think I've ever heard you talk so much, since I met you"

 A rosy color creping on her cheeks "Sorry, I tend to ramble when I'm excited or embarrassed or nervous , and its safe to say , I'm a little of all three now"

The more, he gets to know, her the deeper his falling for her and he knows it all to well, "Never apologize for just being yourself"

"I'm getting to know myself for the first time in a long time"  her fingers swirling the rim of the coffee mug, "sorry I don't know why I just told you that"

Covering her hand in his, "Stop saying sorry about everything Maddie, please, around me, just be yourself, there aren't no judgment here"

Surprised about how safe she feels in his presence and how, just the mere touch of his hands is making her heart flutter, she just manages to let out a barely audible "thank you"

For a while they just sit in silence, watching every little detail of each others, face, searching to see if the feeling is mutual. Madison gets up, taking the empty mugs and placing it in the kitchen sink. Derek gets up, unsure of what to do, he asks "Can I help you clean up, the broken glass?"

Turning to face the man towering over her, "Uhmm, no, no it's fine, I'll do it later, thank you for the chat , it was really nice and once again, sorry I..."

Before she could finish the sentence he leans in, placing a gentle, soft kiss on her lips, he pulls away, searching her eyes, before pulling her close to him, and devouring her lips. His voice hoarse as he begun to speak after breaking the kiss, "I... Uhm, sorry," he clears his throat, "No actually I'm not, I think I could be falling in love with you Miss, Madison Wells"

Stunned and still trying to catch her breathe, she looks at him, trying to stop feeling the way she feels her voice brittle, "Derek, I.. I can't" his face saddens and she takes ahold of his hands, "I feel exactly the same about you, but"    

Confusing evident in his smoky voice "but what?"

"I can't go down this road again, what if" biting her bottom lip

He smirks, "What if? What I hurt,? You think I'm going to hurt you because I'm a werewolf?

A stray tear running over her cheek "No, not a werewolf, a man"

"What?" he looks at her, the tears staining her cheeks, makes it clear that she went through something with her previous relationship, he thumbs away the tears, snaking his arms, around her waist, he pulls her into his muscular chest, whispering "I'll never hurt you, sweetheart, and never will I let anything happen to you, you have my word"

Finding comfort in his arms, and words she just stood there, in the solace of feeling safe, feeling at peace, in the arms of a born predator. Almost getting lost in the sound of his heartbeat, well that was until her front door flung open, and she heard the voice she feared the most...

[eris-snow]

𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐲

Tags: Deku's birthday series 2023, izuku x fem!reader, angst

And it’s stupid that you feel this way, because, who falls in love and stays devoted, to someone who is always out of reach?

I asked 3 different people on how to cheer you up, but no one got it quite right, so I ended up going with my own idea. I’m glad that you’re feeling better. P.s, my offer still stands. I’m a wall away if you need to talk. Just swing by.

- Izuku

That was Izuku’s note to you yesterday. One you find pasted so haphazardy on your Mathematics test paper that…for some reason had Shakespeare on it.

This was probably right before your little incident had taken place.

Last night was a painful blur that was highlighted by Izuku’s warm arms around you, Izuku’s comforting words, Izuku’s steady patting on your back that reminded you how to breathe again.

To cut to the chase, it was a lot of…Izuku.

Thankfully, the nerd made the swift conclusion after accessing your cursed sleep-talking and wolf howl of a scream to assume that he had died in your nightmare. And technically, that was sort of true.

Kind of.

That night had scared the living daylights out of you, and probably out of Izuku as well. He hid his fear well, but…you remember his trembling fingers and shaky exhales.

He had been scared too.

--

“Izuku, I’m going there on Saturday.” You announce as you slam your tray down at his table. Green eyes meet yours, his smile dissolving as his eyebrows crunch together in confusion. It takes 5 seconds for him to realise what you’re talking about. “Oh.”

Katsuki stares between the two of you, fork in his hand and a look of petulant frustration lining his features. “Where?” He spits, stabbing his cutlet. “Stop being so vague like y’all are hotshots sitting around King Arthur’s round table. We’re teenagers who have class in twenty minutes sitting at a table made of plastic. Quit with the theatrics.”

You sighs, slumping down in your seat. “Hi, Katsuki.”

“Shortie.”

“Kacchan!” Izuku frowns. “Starlight meant the lake. The clearing she showed me when you refused to join us on our picnic a month after the war ended?”

Sharp, scarlet eyes widen in recognition as he chews his food, eyes flying to you. “You mean—”

“Yes, that clearing with the weeping willow tree thing.” You interrupt, eyes conveying your message loud and clear: Zip it.

Katsuki shoots back a glare, which ultimately says: Don’t tell me what to do, asshole.

“I don’t give a shit,” He grumbles, stabbing his food again. “That spot is practically a ‘you’ spot. I want nothing to do with it.”

It was a nice little clearing you’d found not too deep into the forest. It was one of those spots that were straight out of a story: A crystal-clean lake that was small but beautiful, and a weeping willow that casted a shadow for shade.

You used to go there often.

Turning back to you, Izuku gives you a hopeful smile. “Can I join you? I want to visit Mom.”

You nod your head. “Of course. We can have a picnic there! It’s been awhile since we last went. We can even skip rocks or find other games to play!”

Smiling to himself, Izuku takes a bite of his meal. “Sounds great, Starlight.”

--

When I introduced this game to you, it wasn’t my first time playing Secrets.

Izuku tilts his head and looks at you questioningly, Post-it note still in his hands. Was this game introduced to you? Did this mean you played this game with someone other than him? The thought makes his stomach churn. He doesn’t like that idea.

“Oh, stop with that look,” You chide as you do your sit-ups. “It’s not what you think.”

“Well, what am I thinking then?” He demands, shoving the sticky note under his bottle as he walks over to you. He sits down on the floor next to you, holding your ankles so that you can perform the sit-ups at a faster pace.

Expression neutral, you don’t stop your reps as your reply without missing a beat. “You look like I just betrayed you for introducing a bonding game from my childhood to you, but you know that isn’t fair so you’re not saying anything so that you don’t come off as selfish.”

“I didn’t say that!” Izuku defends quickly.

You pause mid-sit-up. “Did you think it though?”

His head droops. “Yes.”

You laugh, a smile forming on your lips. “I used to have this…friend. We used to live pretty close by, actually, before he-uh,” You swallowed, eyes hazy for a moment. “Moved.”

Izuku doesn’t stop you and lets you continue. “We came up with it together. At first, it was just a form of communication, like passing notes in class. But slowly, it became more…personal.” You smile fondly while you recite the memory, and Izuku listens carefully, hanging on your every word. “We started falling into the habit of doing it more often until it was on a daily basis. Simple things like, ‘I was actually really mad when this happened, even though I pretended that everything was fine.’”

Your smile is so tender as you recall the origins of the seemingly meaningless game. But this isn’t meaningless to him. This was special beyond words, even though it seemed ordinary or simple.

“That sounds really nice,” The One For All wielder comments, eyes swarming with understanding.

“It was,” You agree, eyes shifting to Izuku. “I introduced it to you because you’re someone I trust. I just…wanted you to know that you could do the same.”

A fiery blush creeps across his face as his heart melts when he hears you say that. He hadn’t realised how lucky he’d gotten when you became his friend. Izuku’s eyes are averted as he fiddles with the fabric of his sweat-soaked shirt. “You’ve made me really want to hug you now, but I can’t because we’re both gross and drenched in sweat.” He grumbles, making you laugh.

“I’m sorry,” You tease, nudging him playfully.

“You’re not forgiven.”

The both of you burst into a fit of giggles, before he helps you up. “Ready to go? We still have homework to do.”

Nodding, you grab your water bottle and follow Izuku out of the gym to head back to the dorms. And that’s when that question comes back.

“How are your nightmares?” He asks quietly, changing the subject. “Did you sleep better last night?’

You wish you could just forget last night. And the stupidest thing is, that had been the best sleep you’ve gotten in weeks.

“Dreamless,” You confirm, rubbing your own arm sheepishly. “Thanks for yesterday. That, uh, meant a lot to me.”

“No, no! It wasn’t a problem! I’m glad I was there to help.” In all honesty, Izuku’s relieved. He knows how painful it is, getting bombarded with wave after wave of nightmares that seem so vivid. “Do you…get those nightmares a lot?”

There’s a pause, before you nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“I know how that feels,” He admits, “I hate dreaming about losing people.”

Your scream echoes in his mind again, and it makes him shudder. He can’t stand the nightmares that he loses you in.

“Me too,” Your voice sounds…small, uncertain, so Izuku leaves the subject as that. Instead, he switches back to your story about your game with him, still interested in what you had to say.

“What did happen to him?” Izuku asks suddenly, standing outside the dorms now.

“Huh?”

“I meant, the guy you originally used to play the game with. Is he still around?”

You stare at him with a surprised look, a myriad of emotions flashing through your eyes. Your smile is dismissive, but there’s a hint of sadness in it when you reply.

“He’s long gone now.”

[legofanguy]

Werecat Midna

A Legend of Zelda werewolf AU featuring Midna from Twilight Princess. I made Midna a werecat as she has been called a kitty.

Midna begins her story to Zelda, "Well, let just said that my life in my old home was awful with my father wanting me to marry a sicko and I run away from home thanks to being a werecat. I travel in the road for awhile until I hear about this farm offering a job opening and it seems like a nice place to hide out for awhile. I didn't knew that was where I meet Anakin."

The bus arrived at the farm on the afternoon and Midna and three other young men are drop off. After a search around the farm, Midna and the three men head to the main office of the farm, which would be inside the farmhouse.

As the four enter the house and head to a closed door, they hear a woman talking to someone, "I don't get why you are getting paranoid, honey. I'm sure that these new farm hands are just nice folks." and a man voice from the other side of the door said, "I want to see if we can thrust them, and if they are the same as us. If they are like us, I need to know if they can follow me." Midna doesn't like the sound of that as the woman said to him, "Just because you are the head here doesn't mean that you have to be controlling everyone here. It's not like everything is on you." One of the men open the door to the office and the pair, a red hair woman in a white dress sitting on the desk and a blond hair one eye man wearing a green shirt and jeans, see the four and the man said to them, "Ah, you must be the new farmhands." and walk up to them, "My name is Morhoam. I run this here farm." and point to the woman, "This is my wife Malon. She help me run the farm since her father was the last owner of this place." Morhoam then ask them, "What are you folks names?" and a young man in blue with a strawberry colored hair, "I'm Shigeru." then a young man in green, "I'm Grebit." and a blond hair man in blue whose is younger than the two men, "I'm Kaze." Midna then introduced herself, "The name is Midna." Morhoam look at Midna with a look that he doesn't trust her and then said to the four, "Alright, I will let my family help you get started. I need to make sure the horses are okay. Just be careful on the full moon night next week. Folks around this part can go crazy on the moon light." Midna don't know why Morhoam said something like that as he left the office.

Malon sign and said, "For the head of this place, he give me the task of giving orders to the farm hands." and then said to the four, "Alright, you can start with helping Anakin with the cows." and then call out, "Anakin!" A reddish blond hair young man in farmer clothes come on and ask, "Yes, mom." and Malon introduced Midna and the three men to the reddish blond hair man, "This is my son Anakin. My husband is something of a Star Wars fan. I don't like the Disney movies. through." and then said to her son, "Anakin, these are the new farmhands Midna, Shigeru, Grebit, and Kaze. Can you show them around?" and Anakin reply, "Such thing, mom." and the four followed Anakin while Midna is sure that they were thinking the same thing of how surprising that Malon and Morhoam look so young and appear to be in the same age as their son.

Over the next days, Midna and the new farmhands work in the farm oversee by Morhoam, Anakin, and Boba. Midna could feel that Morhoam have a low option of him, and she planned to leave once the full moon night comes.

As the full moon raise, Midna transform and said to herself, "Alright, time to leave this place. I'm not liking the way that Morhoam look at me." and she climb out of the window of her bedroom on the third floor and onto the rooftop. Midna let out a sigh as she feel the night breeze blow upon her red hair and dark fur until she hear a howl of a wolf. Midna was surprised that there was a wolf in the farm since she was sure that Morhoam and Malon would not allow wolves in their farm.

As Midna explore the farm to look for the wolf, she got tackled to a wall by a gray fur werewolf whose said to Midna, "Well, well. Look who I found here. I should knew there was a reason you smell like cats, Midna." Minda was surprised that the werewolf knew her name until she got his scent and she recognized him as Anakin, and she quickly said in a attempt to escape, "H-Hey Anakin. It's good to see you tonight. Wow, you have grown so much." as she move her hands on his body and it made Anakin nervous as he said, "W-What are you doing?" Midna think to herself, 'Seduce you so I can get the hell out.' while she answer, "I'm just seeing if you are bigger down there, big boy." and Midna lower her hands to Anakin's bottom.

Zelda stop Midna's story by saying to her, "Stop right there, Midna." and ask the other women, "Are you girls telling me that every stories of yours have such kind of lewd scene?" and Hilda ask Zelda, "How do you think we become mates of our men in the first place?" Midna said to Zelda, "Well, I guess I can skip the good part, and tell you what happen after I took Anakin's virginity."

As Midna catch her breath and Anakin has finally fall asleep, the werecat is about to get up when a one eye werewolf and a red hair werehorse woman come before her and the werewolf said in Morhoam's voice while deeper, "Well, well, loke like we got a kitty that take our boy's virginity, Malon." and werehorse Malon said to her husband, "So, she is basically our Anakin's mate and one of our pack now, Morhoam." Morhoam said with a smile, "Yes, she is, Malon. I hope she understand the rules of mating for werewoles that they would take a partner of the person they lost their virginity to." Midna now knew that she has mess up big time.

[universalzones]

"Don't take this the wrong way, though maybe you should take a bit of a break," Belle said, finishing off the last of the repairs to the Variable Wispon and starting the process of putting it back together. "I mean, we haven't had any news about Eggman or Mimic for awhile."

"I know, though one must always be ready as both are threats to The Restoration and innocent people." Whisper felt she had to keep her skills and sense's sharp as things can change at any moment.

"I get that, though it won't do you much good if you work yourself into the ground." Belle didn't want to see Whisper burn herself out to prepare for a battle that could be a lot time away and be too tired to help properly.

"That is a fair point. I do already have some missions I must complete, though maybe I take a few days off. There is a new coffee shop that had opened up that I've been meaning to try." Whisper had learned to take advice from friends rather than push it away during her time here.

"Oh, I know the one you're talking about. It's actually really nice, and they serve some good pastry's as well." Belle had gotten the chance to check it out and it was pretty nice. The tinkerer then finished putting the Variable Wispon back together and handed it back. "Good luck on there."

"Then it seems I have to go now," Whisper said, taking her Wispon back. "Thank you Belle. For the repair's, and the advice. I hope you take care of yourself to." The wolf then took her leave.

[guardkeywolf]

Aight so I saw your recent post about waiting for someone to request for one of your C.L.A.W.S ocs so I got one

So which one of your C.L.A.W.S ocs gets drunk almost everyday and how do the cod boys react to it?

She Drinks Like No Other

Emma Claw drinks like it's nothing.

Unlike her mother, Emma still retains her ability to get drunk off of alcohol. Only thing is, her Ultrian side still slightly hinders it. Her tolerance is almost nonexistent till her 70th shot.

Yes, they counted and 70 is her limit.

She doesn't even feel the wooziness of the alcohol until she's at her 50th. So expect the boys to be very surprised.

Soap:

• This man thinks he can drink her under the table the first time

• He fails

• He stops at 5

• Emma still goes to 10 but doesn't stop

• Even after an hour, Emma is still going when he's sober

• He's super concerned then when he sees she's gone through 3 bottles of whiskey

• Takes the bottle away from her and runs for his life when a still-sober Emma comes after him

• He swore she was speeding up and she was when she managed to tackle him from behind

• Soap learned to never interrupt Emma when she was drinking or take the bottle away

Gaz:

• He wasn't much of a drinker like the other 3 but he still enjoyed a drink every now and then

• He remembers when he caught Emma walking around the base with a bottle that he wasn't familiar with

• He went over and asked why she was carrying it

• She called it her "Extra Stash"

• Gaz instantly reached for it and he was on the floor instantly

• Her grip was truly something else when she got some alcohol into her body

• Emma growled at him and he didn't dare move in the woman's presence

• After awhile she let him up and gave him a stern warning to never touch her drink

• Gaz kept his distance after that

Price:

• This man himself was no stranger to kicking back and having a drink but there was also a time and a place

• The Captain yelled at the C.L.A.W.S Lieutenant when he saw her pull out a full bottle from her pack while they were getting shot at

• She yelled at him to shut up at she poured herself a cup while bullets whizzed past her

• She popped the cork off and downed the whole thing in seconds

• Price stared at her

• He would admit, it was impressive but again time and place

• He watched the Blonde throw the bottle off to the side before standing up and hoping over the barricade that was stopping the enemies bullets

• He yelled her name multiple times but she didn't listen

• In 2 minutes, the shots that ranged were silenced

• Emma hoped back over bullets embedded into her skin and a great deal of blood Price hoped wasn't hers

• "Its clear..."

• Price shook his head at the woman

• He was going to have a talk with Blitz the next time he saw her

Ghost:

• Simply another man who enjoyed drinking like Price

• When the team had been invited out for an evening with the C.L.A.W.S, who was he to turn it down

• Emma and Blitz had been there, Blitz sadly explaining Wolf and Leo had been called in for a mission

• The Brit watched the Captain and Sergeant's faces frown at the information and decided to indulge themselves in their own conversations between each other

• Johnny was talking to Blitz about one of the most recent mission they had went on and Emma was sitting at the bar with a whole bottle in hand

• Wait...

• What?

• He turned to Emma again and cocked his head to the side a bit to get her attention

• She noticed quickly and nodded at him

• "You 'onna drink that all yourself, eh?"

• He meant it as a joke

• Emma didn't catch it however as she sent him a grin and opened the bottle again and started to down it in seconds

• If Ghost wasn't wearing his mask, they would have saw the way his mouth was agape when he watched her down the liquor like it was nothing

• When it was all gone, she replied to his question

• "Indeed I can, Lieutenant..."

• She smirked at him

• "I didn't actually mean it!"

• Emma's eyes widened before she let out a heartily laugh

• Ghost shook his head watching the woman enjoy herself

•The Lieutenant was truly something else...

[mischiefashale]

If all of these people turning into mist is supposed to be an explanation for why Alison isn't dead then she should have turned into damn mist too.

I wish these guys remembered that the light comes from the same place as the music. I wish to see these battles.

Remember who you are. Is this the Lion King?

Eli wolfing out for the first time right after he loses his dad is a much better narrative.

OMG Allison is about to push Scott off of Pride Rock bahahaha. Lion King indeed.

Of course he would stab himself instead of just knocking her out.

Jackson continues to give me life.

Peter Hale crawling around sniffing on pride Rock is going to live rent free in my head forever.

He had to be that close to the ground to smell blood? I don't even care it's just amazing.

"don't fight the Oni, kill them." Leave it to Lydia to be the voice of reason.

He knew that was the plan and still stabbed himself anyways. Oh for the love of God.

Lydias love of chemistry is showing.

How did Jackson not know that Rowan trees become mountain ash?

Okay fine I can ship Malia and parish as long as it means her getting a man who's on her level.

"Then I'm definitely not dying tonight.." lol

She should be having flashbacks to her sewing Scott up.

This shit is killing me.

That wolfsbane should have gone to his heart and killed him already.

He's definitely gonna stick his claws in her neck.

I love Derek's excitement at Eli learning to heal.

Yassss obligatory lacrosse scene.

So is BH big enough for a college or did they walk across Beacon County.

Supposed to be dead is now just "starting to become a recurring theme" STARTING!?!?!

Omfg it's been awhile since I read spoilers I forgot it's HARRIS as the big bad. HARRIS!?!?!!

I hope someone punches Jeff Davis.

Omfg I have so many better Ally resurrection stories.

Only responds to fire and the wolfsbane you shit him with! FFS

What in the fucking rewrite of canon is happening here?

You want to live or not? With a road flare? I guess it makes sense since he almost died by one oh wait and there's the flashbacks.

That is Def Stiles Jr

And then she just leaves to find her dad? Like omg maybe stick together.

Jeff Davis really has no qualms about giving big grown up feelings to emotionally stunted children.

Jackson can touch mountain ash now?

Omfg yes it is HARRIS. I can't decide if it's Pete Jackson to not remember the teacher that had a hard-on for him or not.

But I am dying at Jackson being like I was in London for all of that.

I'm also loving the look on a coach's face as soon as he see Scott McCall. "you are not ruining this for me."

HE IS NOT PLAYING LAX! NO NO NO WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? Why is this Coaches solution?

We all know that should say number 24.

If I didn't hate this narrative so much I would think that Harris would be actually a good villain.

Coyotes breaking into the house is why Derek doesn't transform? I would most certainly think that the smell of a predator like a werewolf would have kept the coyotes at Bay.

And why wasn't Derek turning into a wolf all the time to let his son play with him and his puppy self.

I hate that this is the reason she left Stiles.

How the fuck is Harris alive? Tho?

Bahahaha Greenburg.

But really was there a reason that Scott had to join him on the field?

Of course Scott can take being stabbed legitimately in the heart and still talk but Peter gets a little cut on the hand and he's down for the count.

Omg Malia is my favorite. "Okay what do you need? You need a pep talk one of those you can do this speeches? I don't do speeches I don't do pep talks. I'm not here to boost your ego. And I'm not going to be your cheerleader. So whatever you need to do to get your shit together, you're going to do this for yourself, and you got to do this right now."

[misssugarpinkshome]

Heyyyyy

So, it’s been. A biiit. And I keep meaning to post something about it all or let you all know, but I keep intending to post it when I get my next chap of WKYH done - and that’s been slow going (progress is progress but still).

So. Here’s the run down. Buckle up, cause here’s how my past year went (a fair bit of trauma dumping but also want y’all to know)

The TL;DR: this boy can pack so much trauma in him! But also a whole lotta life and some good stuff too. I’ll write more this year I promise 💙

Got Covid over Christmas into January 2022.

Moved in January 2022, with Covid, into a new basement apartment (in freezing temps, with no heat on in the house).

My secret partner of 5 years moved in with me about 2-3 weeks later, bringing with them the most perfectest little stray kitty in the world.

We try to unpack while working full time as teachers.

We have a mouse we have to handle, wolf spiders, ants, and drain flies. But it’s $400 a month to live here in a 5 room basement apartment with a kitchen and bedroom. No utilities to pay. Jesus we’re lucky.

I start therapy and get diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder (we been know but heyo we’re open about it now on this account). Also medically recognized as autistic, tho a diagnosis isn’t really needed atm.

I undergo severe harassment on a sideblog of mine on another account.

(Have I mentioned that’s just January?)

Things continue, I start processing how fucked up I am.

I come out to my sister as gay and a system in February. She keeps my secret but doesn’t talk to me.

Partner brings home 7 cats who need to be fostered, which we don’t have room for, but take care of anyways. (2 got adopted; The 5 that are left are STILL at their parent’s house, and we STILL go over and feed them regularly).

I come out to my parents as gay and a system in March. I miss work due to the trauma responses fucking up my body, my mom demands to see me, I have a 2 hour long conversation with her in the parking lot of Safeway. I’m dead certain I’m going to die that night (mostly due to trauma, wahoo).

Didn’t die! Woohoo! But I did black out for a day. No memories! Memories came back with a new alter in the system. Wahoo.

Report my shitty coworker for sexual harassment. He’s still working there 🫠

Remember that harassment on the sideblog? It continued on through all of this, including threats of Doxxing, threats of assault (sexual or otherwise), and sooo many suibaits. I end up deleting that blog and remaking to make the harassment calm down. It thankfully did (mostly).

In summer, got a long message from my sister saying “hey we should talk” which boiled down to “I see you as a friend but not family anymore. Let’s start over our entire relationship.” Which. Hurt, to say the least, especially since it came the same day I was going camping in the woods for a week and would have no cell service. So. Great.

Went on vacation with my partner’s family in Wisconsin. It was really really good, even though it’s really blurry.

Went on vacation with my family in Aruba. Aruba was super good. We ignored everything I’d come out about and everyone just… tried to ignore what was happening. Cool 👍 Nice. Awesome.

Started the new school year with a MUCH BETTER COWORKER (still have to deal with the other guy though but this is leagues better) and a new 140 students.

Visit my parents semi-regularly, but don’t communicate at all with my sister. It’s always awkward and bad visiting my family. It takes 2 visits for my father to even talk to me directly.

I learn I experienced Some Real Fucking Bad Trauma from my parents (not the worst kind, not what comes to mind immediately, but the memories and horror are there now) and got a new alter.

Things continue like this for awhile. Then, in October, I get very sick. It’s a viral infection. It lasts from mid October to the end of October, when I get pink eye on top of it.

I heal up, and me and my partner get surprised engaged.

I get a resurgence of the infection in mid November. I miss more school. I am now out of sick days.

December rolls around. I catch Covid. I’m out for a week, the week before winter break. I’m now at -9 hours of sick time, and that’s with bonus days.

I miss my partner’s family Christmas, but I’m no longer positive for Covid when my parents have Christmas. So I drive to my parents, leaving behind my partner (who has Covid now)

My parents are nice, my sister is nice, it’s all very nice. The trauma responses I have aren’t nice. I try to give my mom a card from my partner. She doesn’t accept it, and tells me she will never read it.

I decide to cut my family off.

And now it’s January again. I’m freezing cold, but I’m in love, and things are looking up? But I’m sure y’all can understand why it’s taken me a bit of time to get my feet on the ground. Writing’s been hard while I just try to survive. But survival is coming a bit better now.

I’m hoping to write more this year. We’ll see how I do!

Thank you for your patience. :)