#birds eye view east

[lies]

Sometimes when I’m birdwatching

[dinosaurchurch]

Biscan Cove Path.

July 18th 2024.

The summer has been hot, I did a 14km hike in 35ºC heat. It was humid and sticky but was worth it. Just don’t forget sunscreen and lots of water!

[mallowsweetmiri]

Strawberry Pie 🍓 ~ F.W.

Part 1 • Black Bikini

Summary: You’re staying at the burrow for the summer like you do every year. All is well expect for the fact that you kind of slept with your long time family friend, Fred Weasley.

Warnings: thigh riding, cursing, mentions of sex

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Your POV:

You woke up in Charlie Weasleys old bed to an unusual amount of chaos coming from a few floors below you. You groaned as you rubbed your eyes and stretched. The morning sun bathed your skin in warmth. You let out a content sigh as you closed your eyes once more. You loved being here, especially since you got Charlie’s old room, the best room. The window next to the bed looked out on the sprawling hills towards the east, a big tree sat in the middle of the view. Little birds chirped in the thick cover of leaves. You heard the patter of footsteps rapidly approaching your bedroom.

“Y/N!” The door busted open to reveal a bounding Hermione Granger with Ginny hot in pursuit behind her. Hermione threw open her arms and squealed as she jump onto your bed to tackle you with a hug.

“Granger! I didn’t know you were coming today, I would’ve gotten out of bed earlier,” you frowned as Ginny and her took seats on your bed.

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you yesterday. You know, too much sun at the beach and then I wasn’t allowed to hang out with you last night,” Ginny glared at you but you just laughed. Ginny couldn’t keep a straight face, but you knew that she really did want to hang out with you and twins last night. She was just too young for drinking games with the twins. And… oh Merlin.

Suddenly, you remembered what had happened last night. George had taken Ginny and Ron back to the house, leaving you and Fred alone on the hillside. One thing led to another and… well… you ending up naked with your oldest family friend.

“It’s okay! Now that you’re awake, we can start our day,” Hermiones voice tore you out of your thoughts.

“Okay, okay I’m getting up now,” you sat up straight and yawned, “what are we doing today?”

“Get dressed and meet us downstairs for breakfast,” she grinned, “we’re going strawberry picking.”

After Ginny and Hermione left your room, you quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a white cami. You checked yourself out in the mirror. You had definitely grown this past school year. The biggest difference was your chest which had filled out significantly in a just one school year. In fact, you really needed a new bra. But besides the physical side of things, you also just felt more mature. You swept your hair up into a loose pony tail, leaving your neck bare and exposed. You fell still as you saw a small purple blotch in the crevice of your neck.

“Shit,” you cursed, tying off your hair and reaching for your wand on the bedside table. You applied some glamour to your neck to hide the mark and then pulled out more than a few strands of your bangs to give you more coverage. You had forgotten that Fred was kissing you all over last night. You saw yourself blush at the thought. You continued to get ready like this. You started brushing you teeth and recalled opening your mouth for Fred last night. You applied lip balm and remembered his wet mouth in between your thighs. You walked downstairs and made yourself swear to stop thinking about it, but you wondered if Fred was in the kitchen too.

As you reached the bottom floor, you saw Molly cleaning in the kitchen and 5 seats taken at the dining room table. The Weasley children and Hermione sat around the table feasting on pancakes, sausage, eggs, potatoes, and toast with jam. You graciously thanked Molly before sitting down to get some grub of your own.

“Okay so after breakfast we’ll leave to walk to the fields. Definitely pack a hat or something to cover yourselves so nobody gets sunburnt. Also I was thinking that after we come back we could bake something with the strawberries,” Hermione spoke with incredible speed while simultaneously spreading apricot jam on her toast. Ron huffed out a smile and took a bite of his own breakfast.

“That sounds great ‘Mione. And while you girls cook, I’ll be taking a nap,” Ron said with a full mouth. Hermione turned to smack him on the arm causing the twins to laugh. Of course this made you look up, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Fred was wearing he wore a simple t-shirt, but it seemed like he was starting to grow out of it. You couldn’t fathom that the twins could grow anymore, they were already a full head taller than you. But there was Fred, leaned back nonchalantly in his chair. His hair had grown out slightly from the year away from home and his face seemed to be more dotted from the summer sun. He met you gaze and gave you a soft smile. You could’ve sworn he was blushing a little.

“What do you think Y/N?” Hermione turned to you to hear your opinion. You cleared your throat and ripped your eyes away from Fred’s.

“Erm- what were we talking about?” You asked with a sheepish half-grin. Hermione raised her eyebrow at you.

“What should we bake this afternoon?” She asked, sweeping her eyes to Fred as he sat back with a noticeable grin on his face. Merlin, couldn’t he keep that smile off his face for two seconds? It was hard to think.

“Hmm, strawberry pie,” you grinned as you sat up to bring your plate to the sink.

“Mm, that sounds simply divine,” George said in his best posh voice, standing up to join you by the sink. Fred gathered his plate as well.

“Indeed, George. That sounds delicious,” he crossed the kitchen to put his dish in the sink, “and I do like to have something sweet after dinner.” His arm brushed against yours. Immediately the contact made the hairs on your arm stand up. Since when did that happen? When did Fred start making you feel this type of way?

Maybe since his head was buried between my legs and he used his pretty mouth to give me the best orgasm of my life, you thought to yourself, making yourself blush a crimson shade of red. You cleared your throat and made your way onto the front porch. You sat down on the bench and began putting on your boots, you knew the fields would be muddy. The screen door swung open and Fred turned towards you with a half smile. As soon as you guys looked at each other, both your faces flushed red and you looked away. Fred took no time to recover and made his way over to sit next to you. Suddenly your boot zipper was extremely fascinating.

“I’m glad to see you up in this morning, Y/N. I was afraid the fire whiskey had gotten to you,” he teased, putting on his own boots.

“I don’t think it would’ve been the fire whiskey that took me out,” you mumbled, color running into your face again. At this point, you were sure you looked like a tomato, and you could hardly look up at Fred. You had a small moment of panic, what if last night ruined everything? Fred’s chuckle took you out of your doubts.

“Take a breathe, Y/N. You look like you’re about to faint,” Fred laughed as he took a look at your face. You smacked his arm and let out a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding. Your mouth couldn’t help but curve into a smile. That always seemed to happen around Fred. The two of you fell into a small silence as you both finished tying your boots. The door burst open as the rest of the gang piled out onto the porch to put their shoes on. You gathered some baskets and passed them around before the 6 of you set out towards the fields. They were right next to the burrow, but they spanned for acres. You and Fred naturally hung back from the group and strolled at a leisurely pace.

“Summers here are truly amazing,” you sighed, breathing in the fresh breeze. Fred smiled down at you.

“Truly, and I have a feeling this summer is going to be the best one yet,” Fred hummed as he veered right towards a particularly abundant bush.

“Oh yeah, and why is that Freddie?” You skipped up next to him and began picking berries. You figured you already knew the answer but you wanted to hear him say it. Half of your mind was still convinced that last night hadn’t happened at all.

“Well I told you, Y/N. I’m going to make you mine this summer,” he said this so casually, you almost didn’t hear him. You’d completely lost interest in the berries at this point.

“Fred,” you tested. You almost thought he was joking, but his face was dead serious. His expression was something you rarely saw on the face of a Weasley twin. “Are you serious?”

“Look at my face,” he said, pointing up at himself, “do I look like I’m joking.” He did not, but it only took about one second of his seriousness to cause both of you the keel over laughing. You dropped your basket which Fred promptly picked up for you. As you grabbed the basket from him, your eyes locked. It felt serious again.

“Fred, I don’t want to ruin anything while I’m here this summer. Even if last night was... I don’t want anything to go badly…” you trailed off, feeling vulnerable in front of your best friend. He only stepped closer to you and put his hand on your cheek. Even though he’d been inside you only last night, this felt more intimate than anything you’d done before.

“Just trust me, Y/N. Nothing is going to be ruined,” Fred whispered. His finger ran along your cheek, behind your ear, and down the side of your throat. He chuckled, “except maybe your neck.” You blushed and swatted his hand away.

“Can you see it? I thought I covered it this morning,” you grumbled, rubbing your neck as if to wash off the mark.

“I can only see it because I was looking for it. Don’t worry, you can keep up your little goody two shoes act,” Fred teased, flicking a strawberry your way. You rolled your eyes and smiled at his words. The two of began to walk toward the group once more. Ginny was laughing her ass off.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, strolling up next to Ginny. You soon saw why she was laughing. Ron was frowning, sinking into a mud hole, his boot stuck in the mush and filled with mud.

“He’s such an idiot,” Ginny barked, pointing at her brother. Hermione tried to stifle her laughs.

“Oh, come on now, Ginny. Let’s help Ron out,” George said, stepping up to grab Ron’s arm. Ginny grinned and grabbed his other hand.

“On three,” George said, “one… two… three!” The two of them tugged on Ron before releasing him back into the mud. He fell with an oof as the rest of you broke down in laughter.

“You guys are actually the worst,” Ron grumbled, throwing a handful of mud at Fred.

“Hey! What did I do?” Fred exclaimed, grabbing a handful of mud at slinging it at Ron.

“Oh, fuck,” Ron said as George pelted him with another handful. It took about 3 seconds before everyone was covered in mud, howling with laughter as you continued to pelt each other with mud pies. Your fun lasted all of two minutes before a shrill yell came from the house,

“What in Merlin’s name do you kids think you’re doing!”

Molly Weasley was marching out of the burrow and towards the strawberry fields. You all stopped. You let the mud slip out of your fingers and slop onto the ground.

“Come here right this instant!” She yelled, stomping her foot and pointing towards the ground she stood on. You looked towards Ginny who whispered, “oh shit.” The six of you started to head back towards the house, the twins grumbling to themselves.

“Its like she’s allergic to fun,” you heard George whisper, Fred laughing and elbowing him in the side.

“Seriously don’t make me laugh. We can’t get in trouble this summer,” Fred whispered back, earning an eye roll from George. His eyes looked back to you for a second, and you wondered if he knew about last night. He probably did.

“You kids are trouble! I thought you were going to go pick strawberries, not roll around in the mud!” Mrs. Weasley scolded, making Hermione drop her head in shame. “Go clean up in the pond-”

“But Mum! There are frogs in there!” Ron whined, earning a glare from his mother.

“I don’t care, you lot are a bunch of frogs. You’re not allowed back in the house until all the mud is off of you. You tried not to laugh at her sass as you walked towards the pond. Ron was grumbling to Ginny about this was her fault and Hermione looked like she was going to cry.

“Don’t worry, ‘Mione. She’s not really mad. Once we bake her a delicious pie she’ll forget all about this,” you smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. She swallowed and nodded. That girl was too sweet for this world. The grass grew longer as you entered the shaded brush near the pond. You stripped your shoes off and waded into the water. It really wasn’t too disgusting, it was just warm. The twins followed after you.

“Watch out for the bullfrogs, Ron,” Fred teased.

“Yeah, we caught at least 5 of ‘em yesterday,” George added, stripping off his shirt. Next came Ginny and Hermione, who were mildly grossed out by the slime. Then Ron who looked disgusted. You chuckled to yourself as you sunk into the water, rubbing the mud off of your arms. Fred watched as you rubbed over your chest, his lips twitching at the corner. You sent a splash his way to deter him from looking which didn’t really work. Fred followed George’s suit and stripped his shirt off, the shaded lighting making him look absolutely divine. Fuck. You almost groaned at the sight and had to turn away to prevent yourself from drooling. Gods, you thought he looked good playing quidditch this year but seeing him shirtless and wet everyday this summer made you feel insane. After a few minutes of washing off all the mud, and a few splash fights, you guys headed back towards the burrow. One by one, you all cast drying spells on yourselves, and headed inside.

“Before we start the pie, I’m going to go change,” Hermione said with a face of disgust. While the pond got the mud off your clothes, you definitely reeked of dirt and sludge. You all murmured in agreement and headed upstairs to change. You got off on your floor, heading swiftly to your room.

Fred’s POV

I watched her go towards her room as me and George kept climbing up the stairs. She was going in there to change, to take off that little white tank top that was just soaking wet against her chest. Fuck. I had to keep my train of thought from wandering. I didn’t realize how difficult it was going to be to control myself after last night. After I saw her perfect tits bouncing while I fucked her and watched her face as she came and fuck. I didn’t even realize I had turned around and started back down the stairs and towards her room. I knocked on her door swiftly.

“Fred?” She asked when she opened the door.

“Can I, uh, come in?” I asked, smiling sheepishly at her. She nodded and moved to the side to let me in. I shut the door behind me and stood in front of her. She looked nervous, waiting for me to say something.

“Y/N, can I be honest,” I breathed out a chuckle, feeling slightly awkward in front of what used to be only my best friend.

“Of course, Fred,” she replied, holding her hands behind her back as she looked at me.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, uhm, after last night,” I admitted, feeling a relief as the words left my mouth. She let out a breath.

“I know how you feel,” she chuckled, moving towards me.

“I don’t even really know why I’m here,” I chuckled again, breathing in as she stepped closer again.

“Do you want to, I dunno…” she blushed, looking up at me expectantly. I wasted no time in closing the gap between our lips. I let my hands grip around her waist, making her gasp into my mouth. I pressed her against my body, wanting to feel all of her. I couldn’t get enough, I just wanted to take her to bed.

“Com’ere,” I breathed, falling to sit on the bed and pulling her with me. She groaned as she straddled my hips, sinking down and feeling my length through my jeans. I groaned and pressed her down against me. Her legs felt so good under my hands, her hips gently moving on top of me. I swiped my thumbs across the front of her hips, causing her to whine into my lips. Merlin, she sounded so sexy. I moved my leg under her and used my hands to guide her hip back and forth on top of my thigh. She threw her hand back with a moan.

“Shhh,” I shushed her, bouncing my leg up and down as she rode me. I brought my lips up to hers, causing her to fall closer to my chest. She whined into me, giving me the change to slip my tongue into her mouth. I pushed her back and forth on my leg, earning more pretty moans from her mouth. I felt her shudder on me as she pulled back.

“Fred, I’m so close,” she whined, her face falling into my shoulder. I kissed down her neck.

“That’s it, come for me darling,” I murmured, licking over her neck and rubbing her down on my leg in a faster rhythm. Her moans got muffled in my shoulder as she sped up her movements. I wanted to hear her while she came, but shushed her gently as a reminder. She whined quietly as she shuddered on top of me, her hips grinding slowly on my leg. I kissed her tenderly as I helped her ride out her high. “Such a good girl,” I whispered in her neck before kissing up the side of her jaw and towards her lips. We shared on last kiss before she pulled back, her lips curling up into a smile.

“Fuck,” she giggled, panting on my lap. I smirked back at her.

“Did you like that?” I asked cheekily. She blushed and nodded before burying her face in my shoulder. I laughed and picked her up, placing her on her feet. “You should probably get changed. We don’t wanna be late to the pie making party.” She chuckled and playfully shoved my chest.

“Then get out of my room so I can change,” she teased, rolling her eyes. My face fell into a half grin as I threw my hands up and started towards the door.

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” I protested, exiting out into the hallway. She smiled as she shut the door behind me. Once again, a permanent grin was plastered on my face as I walked up the stairs. I readjusted my pants before stepping into my room.

“Mate, are you and Y/N fucking?” George asked, fixing his hair and the mirror. I breathed out a laugh and shrugged, moving towards the closet to change.

“Oh, it’s so much more than that, Georgie. I think I’m in love,” I sighed, pulling a band tee off the hanger. George chucked and came over to clap me on the back.

“Good for you, brother. I knew it was going to happen this summer,” George smiled at me and I smiled back. He would always be my number one wing man.

“Thanks, George. You mind helping me out with something? I have a plan,” I grinned. He grinned back at me.

“Count me in.”

[rangerbarbz]

Professor Pines pt. 2

Author’s note: YALL RAHHHH I MADE THE HIGHEST GRADE IN THE CLASS ON ONE OF MY ZOOLOGY FINALS LETS GOOOOOO anyways things are slowing down for me other than i am moving into my own place!! Im so excited <3 I hope yall enjoy this!! (I just want to apologize for me nerding out over birds in this chapter) 

Summary: This is just a random day in the first week that Ford and the reader are spending in east Tennessee. They are going bird watching ayyyy 

May 21st 

You leaned over your field notebook, trying to recreate the beautiful foliage you had seen on a hike with Ford the day before. Before trying to find any mysterious creatures that lurked in the Appalachian, Ford had suggested that you both get acquainted with the area you would be studying in. This way you would be able to fully understand the habitat this cryptid called home and any adaptations it developed to flourish there. You didn’t mind it whatsoever. Wildlife had always been something you were interested in, and Ford made it so damn fun. It was a shame you never had him before as a professor. He would be one hell of a lecturer. Despite having the reputation of being an introvert, he came to life when he got to speak about his passion: science. 

You certainly weren’t as gifted in the art department as Ford was, but you were determined to finish this drawing of a flower if it was the last thing you did. You bit the end of your indigo coloring pencil as you examined your illustration. 

“Needs more purple,” you mumbled, grabbing your violet pencil and drawing streaks over the petals. You hummed contentedly. “There we go.”

“Very nice, Y/N,” Ford complimented. You didn’t know he was bent down looking over your shoulder, observing your artistic process. 

“Jesus!” you yelped, knee hitting the underside of your desk. Your colored pencils began to roll onto the floor beside you. “You scared me,” you said through laughing. 

“I seem to be good at doing that,” Ford replied jokingly. He kneeled beside you, his face now eye level with your lap. Out of your view, his eyes flickered at your plush thighs as he stood back up. He placed your pencils beside your notebook and placed a hand on the back of your swivel chair. 

He pointed to your drawing. “Is that the Bachelor’s Button we saw yesterday?” 

You smiled. “Yes, it is! How did I do?” You turned to him as he read the notes and labels that were littered around the page. 

“Looks just like it,” he answered, grinning at you. 

“Why, thank you, Ford.” You closed your notebook and turned towards him, still seated. He was now leaning against the oak drawers of the desk, his hands flat on the surface behind him. “What do you have planned today?” 

“I’m glad you asked!” He removed his journal tucked into a pocket inside his jacket and flipped through the pages. He landed on a page that had nothing on it besides the word “Birds” written in his loopy scrawl. “I thought we’d go bird watching today! I’m a little rusty on class Aves, so I thought we’d go together and see what we find.”

Yes! I would love to! Let me just-” You leaned over to the bottom drawer where Ford was standing. The drawer was shielded by his broad legs. 

“Oh, excuse me!” Ford apologized. He stepped out of the way. You pulled out a pair of binoculars and a guide for bird identifying. 

“Alright, I’m ready.” You stood up quickly from your chair. “Lead the way, Pines,” you said faux authoritatively.

He laughed. “Yes ma’am.” 

You found yourself walking down a trail where the grass had been patted down by others who had walked on it before. Trees grew on either side of you and bushes were scattered throughout the forest. It was quite peaceful. You and Ford had settled on a comfortable silence as you looked to the branches for birds. You were both trying to walk softly to avoid any twigs or leaves crunching. This came surprisingly easy to Ford despite being the tall, broad man that he is. You eventually stopped at a spot behind a shrub that had been covered in vines to gaze across an open area. 

“This should be good enough,” Ford said, placing his bag on the ground. He brought his binoculars to his eyes just as you did. “Keep an eye out for anything…unusual. You never know what you’ll find.” 

You chuckled. “Got that right.” You then turned to your left to search for any bright patches of colors that could be songbirds. After about a minute of not seeing anything, Ford brought your attention his way. 

“Look! Do you know what that is, Y/N?” he asked quietly, pointing upwards. You quickly pivoted on your feet and moved closer to him, scanning the trees with your binoculars. 

“I don’t quite see it,” you murmured, still looking for the bird in the wrong direction. 

“Here.” Ford then shifted behind you gently touching your elbows and lifting your arms into the line of sight of the bird. Your breath hitched in your throat at the contact. His fingertips were rough compared to the soft flesh of your arms. He leaned next to your ear and pointed once again, facing the sky. 

“Do you see it?” he whispered. You felt your face grow warm at the current proximity. His voice was so low and gravelly in your ear. You suddenly saw the bird he had been talking about. It was black, white, and had a bright red splotch across its chest. 

“Oh, I see it!” you exclaimed. “That’s a, uh,” you snapped your fingers, “a Rose-Breasted Grosbeak.” 

Ford smiled warmly at you. “That it is.�� 

You spent an extra hour and a half taking in the scenery around you, continuing to find even more birds. It was a truly beautiful day for it. The sun was even shining just right on Ford to accentuate the silver in his hair. That’s when you remembered something. 

You then pulled a disposable camera out of your back pocket. “Ford, look at me,” you instructed, positioning the camera in front of your eye. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at you. 

“Taking a picture of you. Don’t think you can escape entering my scrapbook. Now smile.” He laughed in response to that, giving you a perfectly authentic grin. 

“That reminds me of my great niece. She loves scrapbooking. You’ll have to meet her one day.” He began to pick up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. “You would get along swimmingly.” 

You giggled. “I would love that,” you responded, also picking up your own bag and putting your binoculars in it. 

You began to walk back down the trail together, recapping all of what you saw today when you spotted a raspberry bush. “Hell yes,” you said, striding over to the bush. “You want a snack, Ford?” You started to pick the berries off the plant. 

“I’m alright, but thank you,” he responded, waiting for you to get done harvesting. You walked back over to him and began to bite a berry in half. Unfortunately, this was an especially juicy one. It busted and left a red streak dribbling down your chin. 

“Dammit,” you grumbled, about to wipe your mouth with your sleeve. 

Ford frowned at you. “No, don’t ruin your shirt like that. Here let me.” His hand gently cradled the back of your head as he took the bottom of his shirt and brought it to your chin. Your eyes widened at the action and the fact you could now see Ford’s midsection. He had a muscular belly with just a little bit of pudge and a graying happy trail. Oh my God. 

His cotton covered thumb swiped below your lip, removing the juice that was there. He wasn’t looking in your eyes but instead focusing on the task at hand. His hand left the back of your head as he dropped his shirt.

“There we go,” he grinned, eyes crinkling at you. “Now, I’m the dirty one.” You knew your face had to be as red as the berry you just ate, but he didn’t mention it. It was such an innocent act of kindness, but the way you were feeling was far from innocent.

[death---dealer]

Okay wait because I just thought of a lil fic for our soft boy Noa: maybe him having a bad day with maybe a lot of stress from the responsibility of rebuilding his clan but he sees reader playing with some of the baby apes? Like she’s letting them climb all over her and she’s chasing them and playing one of their games and Noa’s heart absolutely melts at the sight because she’s so caring with the babies and it makes him think of HIS future babies? 🥹

Paige you are my muse and I could kiss you if I lived closer to you ( Platonically mwah. )

Title: Chimp Gossip. Fandom: ( Kingdom of the ) Planet of the Apes. Pairing: Heavily Implied! Noa x Human!Reader. Rating: K. ( FLUFFY BABY. ) Words: 2.5K+ Summary: Prompt above.

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Noa felt tired. Beyond that, it felt like the usually taut muscles in his entire body were all turning in on themselves, desperate for rest as even his calves faltered a bit as he made his way down from the work in progress that was the Eagle Enclosure. So many large thatches of wood had been used today, so many propped up with the help of other Apes, Noa feeling the responsibility of brutally bearing it all metaphorically onto his shoulders as he thought dimly of his Father and the ultimate legacy that he had left behind.

Noa paused them, feeling the splay of his elongated and spaced out toes pressing into the wood below him that heralded his body in suspended animation in the air, a spiraling walk way that on most days, would not pose a problem, but today with the trenches he was pulling himself through to make sure that Enclosure was perfect, Noa wanted nothing more than to lay his body down and just roll the rest of the way until his fur was coated with dirt and even then he’d fall asleep on the ground, not even able to will himself to the communal nest to sleep. 

Green eyes that would rival even the most flushed and beautiful landscapes that surrounded the village were dropped and silken with lazed appointment to get just himself somewhere that he could unwind, somewhere where there were no responsibilities and where he wasn’t a Leader, he wasn’t the Master of the Birds. A place he could just be… Noa. Another Ape in their vast numbers, not important and just as insignificant in the scape of the world as any other. Maybe, the Ape thought and felt the fur rise against his spine at the mere idea that brilliantly popped into his mind, maybe he’d go and find you just to talk it through. 

Maybe… This burden he felt could be explained in Echo logic, maybe you could give him insight that no one else was able to give, given you came from the outside and had a vastly different view on the inner workings of the Clan. You tried, Noa knew that, but the ignorance and your soft words always put him at ease and he found himself tugged towards that as he finally began moving once again, this time with a more lively tug towards actually doing something beneficial instead of giving up and falling on his face to sleep.

There were two places you could be, he thought and scanned the scape of the village itself with induced interest. With the Eagle Enclosure nearly complete, now there were sprawling natures of half built huts that hit the flattened land that made the Clan a part of the Earth.

He could hear the hustle of a group of Apes playing Monkey Ball to his left in the adjacent field that housed the horse paddock as well. You were definitely not there, Noa chuckled to himself, and bi-pedal even though it tore into the muscles of his tired thighs, he began in the opposite direction towards the stream that cut through the east perimeter of the sprawling and homely bungalows that catapulted into the air. 

Monkey ball, Noa had noticed, was not your thing. There were logistics of it that made no sense, your eyes not able to keep track and you only cheered with what Noa cheered on to help the cause that you were only there to spend time with him. Not that he minded, he like the rise of your body against his as you yelped, your arms in the air and even going as far as showing him a congratulatory high-five, the interest there for the Ape only to see the scape of your stomach as your shirt rose with the action.

There was more chattering to the right of Noa, recognizing his Mother with the young Apes who gave him a spotted glance, Noa giving his best impression of adoration towards her that was always felt as she threw a fish for one of them to catch. Then--- Slowly, his feet backed up and he looked back at his Mother when the tear of your voice rocketed through him. 

You… Noa focused his eyes at the motion behind Dar, curiosity sinking their teeth into him and he trailed that way, hap-hazardly giving her a pressing of the forehead as he went by, a silent hello and always a quiet thanks for being so proud of him despite his shortcomings. Much like you were, Noa mused and stopped a few feet behind Dar to stare at the scene in front of him.

He’d--- It took him a moment to recognize the fact that you were even there, pinned to the ground on your back by four or so young Apes, no older than three years of age, your mouth formed into a grin as they trailed themselves against your appendages. Noa felt slack-jawed, not even tearing himself back to reality at the sound you emitted. A laugh, snorting around the edges as you felt a baby Chimpanzee seat themselves on your chest in victory. “Alright! Looks like Gul won Pin the Echo down.” His brow hardened at that. Was this… A game you were playing with them? Something you… Made up? The objective being to get you pinned down. Surely not. Surely you were fighting back at least a little--- But, then again that would take away the fun as he crouched himself down into a small hunch to observe, admiring the way that your hair flushed back on the ground as you reached to grasp the Chimp who was on your chest into the air and then back onto the ground below.

There was sudden abundance of noise as they chittered as the others, three Bonobos praised their Chimpanzee friend who had just won this new game, Noa tilting his head as you rolled, laughing to himself at the amount of dirt and twigs that were now tangled on your body as you rose, knowing that if you were in any other situation rather than tendering to the young, you’d complain about being dirty. 

You bent your body for him, at least that’s what he wanted, his eyes getting a tasteful amount of skin through the thinned t-shirt you had on, loose in the front and Noa was able to look down it before looking away in innocence and puffing his cheeks in mild defeat that the Ape had that desire, telling himself to remain calm and to not let the hackles of his fur shoulders rise in anticipation.

Curiosity truly was an end all be all as he drew his gaze back towards you slowly from the tree he had chosen to fixate on, admiring the stance of your legs into a position where they were spread, your feet digging into the ground, knees bent and you sat your hands on said knees to urge yourself down to speak to the young group.

“You need to give me a head start this time, you guys are a lot faster than I am.” Gul looked at you, absolutely determined as did Noa to understand the clear objective of this game. Noa figured he’d win again. He seemed competitive, his small frame ready to pounce forward at the moment you began running. The other three he recognized. Bek, Corel, and Stem. Not as competitive but they seemed to be baited in eagerness just like Noa was as you rocked back and forth on your feet. They followed your movement - back and forth on their hands and feet as they were all resting on all fours.

“You ready?” “Yeah!!!” All four in unison and before Noa could blink, you were running away from them, their much smaller frames all chasing after you as you threw your head back in a wild cackle, Noa widening his eyes at the animalistic tear that came from you.

“I’m gonna do it!” You yelled at the Apes who now bounced through the taller grass of the meadow you chose to dart in. “I’m gonna make it to the tree!”

Ah, so that was the objective. Get yourself to the tree safely before you were pinned down by the young. As you went to turn your head back forward so you could see where you were going, you disappeared into the tall grass with a loud grunt, Noa raising his body in a frenzy at the lack of visual on you as the young Apes called out your name, ringing to Noa as he himself fell onto all fours and traced his way there.

“Noa!! Noa!!!” Bek yearned for him, grasping his banded forearm as he came forward. “She fell!!!”

“Right on… Face!” Gul laughed as Corel came to rest by your head, her tiny face near the crown of your skull and sniffed experimentally and Stem was bringing his small body near the other side so they were essentially flanking you before you brashedly moved your shoulders rapidly, up and down.

Momentarily, panic ran through the older Ape that you had been hurt, that you were crying and begging for some help but that… Was not the case as he told himself to calm the beating of his heart at the sound of your muffled laughter that seeped into the Earth below your face. “You can’t cheat and get Noa to come help you!” 

“Not cheating!” Stem was fast to defend himself and bounced on his feet. “Noa like Echo! Had to come make sure okay after falling on face!”

The other three cooed and looked towards the Master of the Birds himself at this gossip and he found himself staring into three sets of small eyes that were alight at the gossip that their friend knew. Before Noa could say anything to you in defense, seeing the blush radiating across your cheeks at the confession from the young, Noa was hounded, his legs being pushed and pulled on by all four of them. “You like the Echo!”

“Echo likes you too, kept talking about you all day!!!” Corel tattled with a barking laugh, Noa’s eyes ample as he looked over at your apologetically. It appeared difficult to keep even the smallest secrets away from the smallest ears.

“Does… she like Noa!?” Gul inquired, “Maybe…” They all gasped in unison as if they knew what he was thinking, “She will be like Mother Dar!!!”

They all four ‘ooo’ed at that curiously at that and moved towards you and climbed onto your back, their small hands and feet tickling at you. “Would… like that! To be Noa’s mate! He need… to ask!!!”

Noa’s mouth opened in protest as you rolled onto your back, all four scattering before they returned to jump on your chest and stomach, a small grunt rising from you as you laughed, your eyes shut as they began pestering their tiny grasps on your face, admiring the plushness of your lips, the fullness of your cheeks and the smooth nature of your skin. “Make… different looking Apes! Echo looking!” Stem offered to Noa with a gleam.

“Maybe… ugly.” Gul said, brashedly and Noa felt a pang of offense to that but refused to take it personally. They were just young Apes, they had yet to set into their social skills and he was more than used to that from Anaya at times.

“Hey!” You said with a guff and looked over at the Chimpanzee child. “They would not be ugly!” Staring up at Noa, you spotted him with a small smile that told him you were okay and that there was no reason for him to be apologetic about the entire situation as you could see the wheels turning in his head at the prospect that these young Apes had just presented to him.

The obvious nature of his feelings were able to be detected abundantly as you lifted yourself onto your forearms and told Gul with flushed cheeks at the prospect that Noa even wanted that with you, “You lose a point in the game for that comment.”

“Sorry!” He said and jumped off you to trail himself to Noa, faux swagger in his stance as he looked up at him and said, “Make Beautiful Echo Ape baby.”

Noa gazed down at him and felt his mouth fall open at the statement before there was a call from behind him and all four of the young jumped at the voice, chattering a quickened goodbye to the two of you and made their way back to head home before communal dinner rolled around.

Noa turned his attention back towards you, his stance wide as his arms were open, his feet spread out to accommodate the attack of the small Apes against them and he began fumbling over his words, hopeful to defend himself against it as he tore through the idea of having… Anything beyond a friendship with you. His hands moved frantically, trying to come up with a sign, an excuse. Something that would garner him favor with you as you chuckled softly. At first and then it turned into a boisterous laugh, your head tilting back and you laid in the grass below, arms and legs spread out like a star-fish as you looked up at the sky. 

“Crazy Apes.” Noa chuckled nervously, drawing himself down into a hunch and looked at the side of your face. You were embarrassed, it was obvious from the reddening of your face, the way that you tugged your bottom lip and chewed on it as your glances were giving favor to the fluffy clouds above that were turning a soft orange as the sun was getting ready to depart. “Crazy.” Noa agreed quietly, his hands resting between his bent knees as he played with some grass between his fingertips. “They--- Don’t know what… They talk ab---” “Noa,” You had turned your face towards him, Noa’s heart jumping straight into his chest at the softening of the look, your lips tugging from a hardened laugh into a gentle and eased smile as you assured him, “Don’t worry about it. They’re just… Kids.” “Yeah...” Noa chortled nervously, letting his eyes fall over to the trees to his left as he was unable to shake the idea of what it would be like to bear a child with you. To… Have you give him what he wanted, not known until minutes ago when he had seen how you were with them. How carefree you were, how easy it came to you. Would it be the same if he asked you to do that for him?

To ask you to brute the pain and agony of at least trying with the knowledge that maybe it was indeed possible. Noa pierced his eyes into the deep forest and shuffled on his feet to keep himself from standing awkwardly like a statue before he looked back at you, captivating your gaze with such ease as you smiled at him, tenderly… Softly… A… Affectionately like you would accept the challenge that ran through his mind. 

 “They.. are Just… Kids.”

[christianwhitewolfanimations]

When we meet, by the creek.

'By The Creek' TADC au

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The warm rays of sunlight lit the shaded forest foot trail through the leaves, causing mesmerizing patterns of golden light to shift across the forest floor as a warm summer breeze rustled the high reaching branches. The young boy squinted as a patch of light shifted across his golden eyes. He brought his hand up to guard against the the offending light that was blinding him, continuing his walk down the overgrown path.

The vibrant green leaves above him rustled with the soft wind, the sounds of the forest around him mixing in a soft melody upon the whisper of the breeze.

Listening to the crunch of fallen leaves and twigs under his feet as he walked, the boy took a deep breath of the fresh air, the feeling of the crisp cool air entering his lungs sends goosebumps down his arms. A satisfied and content smile broke his calm expression, his warm tan skin tingling with the sensation of the warm sunlight periodically brushing over his skin.

A blue bird flew past him, causing the boy to jump, startled. He chuckled as he watched the bird fly off into the trees, his feet moving at a steady pace. His ears perked at the sound of running water, a grinned to himself, walking slightly faster to reach the source of water.

The brush occasionally catching on his dark blue overalls, and shifting his dark purple shirt. As the sound of water increased, the brush and trees began to part, and the sunlight began to spread from small patches till it filled his whole vision.

Squinting at the bright light, the boy shaded his face from the sun. Once his vision adjusted a beautiful scene unfolded. He blinked, drinking it all in. Before him was an open area between two walls of forest, one behind him, one in front of him. In between the two sides was a bubbling, vibrantly clear blue creek. Some fresh water plant life growing on along the creekside. The paths along the the creek leading for as far as the eyes could see on both sides of the creek to the east and the west, were rock paths, mixed with sand a dirt leading up to the forests' edge.

The boy looked around the creek, smiling to himself. The breeze flowed by, brushing through his dark brown hair, which glowed with red highlights.

The boy took a deep breath, like he did in the forest, and stretched his arms above his head. His muscles aching from his hard work at the farm. He sighed in relief, dropping his arms at his sides.

When the breeze died down, a new sound caught his attention. He sucked in a sharp, shallow, breath and froze. A voice, singing softly, drifted through the clearing; it was barely audible, but he could still hear it over the sound of the creek.

The boy turned in the direction of the voice, a short distance down to his left, his eyebrows furrowed as he strained to hear the words of the song.

'Who- who could that be?' His thoughts echoed.

He frowned, no one was supposed to be at this creek, only he and his brothers knew about it. He hummed to himself, then slowly and quietly made his way down the path beside the creek toward the voice.

'It's... kind of sweet sounding.' The voice was sweet, and soft as it drifted toward him as he crept closer.

As he drew closer, he could tell it was coming from behind a bush that grew close to the edge of the waterfront, blocking his view. He slowed his pace, sucking in a sharp breath and holding it as he peeked around the bush.

His eyes widened in surprise. There was a young girl, humming a sweet tune to herself, an astronomy book in her lap, her hands folded together on top of the book. She wore a faded navy blue hoodie, and black jeans. Her darl brown short hair, framing her pale face, a galaxy of freckles covering her cheeks and nose. The song she hummed made him shiver, it was haunting, yet comforting.

He crept forward, attempting to hear the song better, a stick snapped underneath his foot. Causing both him and the girl to jump in shock and freeze. The girl's gaze snapped in his direction, her eyes a vibrant sky blue flecked with gold.

The stared at one another, an odd feeling stirring inside their chests, their gazes locked.

The breeze brushed by them, the only witness to their meeting, was the sky, and the bubbling blue creek.

[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 10: ~

Dream a Little Dream, For Me:

It's time for Gibbo to have some of the spotlight. This was going to be a series of mini-chapters following everyone's dreams, but Gibbo's stuck with me the most.

Part 11:

'...r...li....e...'

'Char...lie...'

'...Charlie...'

Gibbo shot up from his bed, which was just a mountain of spare pillows he needed to keep his head elevated. A voice called to him. One he knew and thought he'd never hear again. It was sharp in tone yet spoke as a comforting whisper. He was still in the shipping container. A small break in the doors exposed faint sunlight. It was warm. The cold winter air was gone. He couldn't see his breath.

'...Charlie...'

Gibbo moved and, with a tendril, opened the doors. He wasn't on the rig. The container sat in a field with overgrown grass and dandelions. A small breeze picked up, sending the dandelion tufts in all directions. Birds were singing their songs in the trees. Rabbits moved in the grass. The sky was clear, with no clouds for as far as the eye could see. He didn't know where he was, but it was peaceful. At first, Gibbo didn't want to leave the makeshift bedroom. He felt his body would ruin the imagery. To him, it was heaven. She called to him again.

'...Charlie...'

The voice was a beacon. Gibbo moved through the grass, practically hypnotised. It was her voice. His sweet Elanor. She was here. This really must be heaven. Yes. Gibbo must have died peacefully in his sleep. After several 'steps' from the centipede-like legs used to keep him moving and balanced, the infection melted away, along with all of Gibbo's worries. He was happy. The literal weight of the flesh vanished into nothing more than a puddle behind him, disappearing into the Earth. He wasn't in his uniform, but his casual attire, which was a striped green and white polo shirt and bell-bottom jeans.

A figure came into view. A blur slowly formed into a shape. A woman in a flower patterned maxi-dress stood with her back turned. Long flowing ginger hair, lighter than his, moved with the breeze. Gibbo stopped. His heart racing. A smile formed on his face. He had to double-check, but there was no denying it. He moved forward. He wanted to run, but he couldn't. His legs felt heavy, but that didn't stop him. Gibbo reached out a hand.

'Elanor.' His voice was a muffle, like he was submerged in the oil that infected him, but he didn't seem to notice. His hand fell on her shoulder. Elanor turned, but before Gibbo could see her beautiful face, she vanished. Simply turned into dust and was gone with the wind. Particles landed in his hand. Gibbo's smile, which was known to light up an entire room, faded. He looked at his palm. At the dust. It turned into the oil The Shape resided in. That hideous black, green, and purple glow cast a look of fear in his eye. The field around him began to melt. The backdrop turning into Engineering. The loud hisses from the pipes that were ready to burst. The cold air ran a shiver across his body. His clothes turned back into orange boiler-suit. The oil pulsated, then froze into a firm solid, and pierced Gibbo's hand like a stalagmite. It grew as his veins turned black and began to spread through his forearm. It was fast. Gibbo couldn't do anything. His scream still muffled and drowned out with the noise. The Shape reached his eyes and turned them black. He cried oil, skin discoloured, and his hair began to fall out.

Not again. Not again.

His eyes scanned to the left. Eleanor was there again. He tried to reach out, but the oil froze him in place until everything went black.

'CHARLIE!'

Then he woke up.

Light shone through the doors. Gibbo hurried and shoved them open. His mind hadn't caught up with reality. He thought he was still in a dream. He wanted to be there. In the field. To be human again. Instead, he was stuck on Beria, watching the sun slowly rise in the East. He was still a mass of flesh with no arms and those legs that were once his bones.

Gibbo couldn't cry. He was empty. All he could do was find comfort in the chain he stored in his body for safe keeping. A tendril sprouted from his side, and he gazed at Eleanor's picture. The sight of her calmed his nerves. Was it for the best she wasn't here? How could she even look at him? How could his mother and son look at him? What was he going to tell them? Would he even be able to see them again? The questions began to consume it. Until...

'Bad dream?'

Addair sat on his container. Gibbo didn't notice at first, but after seconds ticked by, an ugly feeling came over him. Rennick might be in charge, but Addair ordered him to go and check the drill. If you count ordering as grabbing hold of his uniform and shoving him in the direction he needed to go. Because of him, he was infected. Maybe the slaps he gave Rennick should have also been directed to Addair? Both were his superiors. Both were shit people.

A part of Gibbo wanted to smack Addair into next Tuesday for what he did, but he just couldn't. He wasn't that type of man. He didn't feel bad for hitting Rennick. However, he didn't want to make it a regular occurrence to his character. Whenever he's let his bottled anger get the best of him, either himself or something has gotten hurt. Only Douglas knows he's the reason there was a large indentation on one of the pipes that lost a screw. It only took one punch, and Gibbo walked away with a bruise.

'Same. I-'

'What do you want, Addair?'

'Am I supposed to want something?'

'The only time you talk to me is when you want something.'

'I just want to talk. No dramatics.'

'...Fine.'

To Addair, that was an invitation to move from his container and stand beside Gibbo, which just made him uncomfortable. It's like he was trying to get under his mostly non-existent skin. He turned his attention to the sea's high tide. 'I never thought you would've given Rennick a kickin'. How did it feel?'

Just answer his questions and he might go away.

'Good,' Gibbo answered curtly. 'It was a long time coming. Surprised you didn't get involved.'

'I think you made your point, well enough.'

Well, this was awkward. Caz made it look easy from afar. They didn't have a beer to share or darts to comment on. Both were too much of the polar opposite to find anything to talk about.

Except for one thing.

As Addair waited for Gibbo to talk, he noticed the chain. Before, he would have swiped it from him to tease and stress the poor man out, because he was the 'big man' who could do whatever he wanted to little Gibbo, who lacked a backbone. Yesterday was something of a wake-up call.

'She's pretty.' Gibbo's eyes widened. He pulled Eleanor's picture close to his body as the tendril began to retract. 'What's her name?'

Isn't it sad? These two men have been working on Beria for six years now, and neither knew anything about each other's family.

'Eleanor.' A pause. Gibbo could feel the anger fade, but he wasn't going to be polite. He hoped to never speak to Addair after this, despite that being impossible. 'What about yours?'

'Jennifer.' The way Addair said her name, she was a Goddess in his eyes. 'Married for 13 years now.'

'And you have, what, four boys?'

'That I do. You?'

'I have a son. Ma looks after him when I'm out here.'

'Looking forward to see them again?"

'Of course. But,' he tried to laugh. 'Fuckin' look at me.'

'Don't get yourself worked up, Gibby. You're not the only one thinking that.'

He didn't want to admit it, but Gibbo knew he was right. There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to get home. Something everyone was feeling, infected or not, but he was scared. What if his mum and Jackie run away in fear? He'd didn't want to be alone. They were all he had left.

The sound of Rennick opening his container ended their conversation. Was it productive? It was a start, at least. They watched their manager quickly acknowledge them before wandering off to Accommodation. Other crew members could be seen in the corridor gathering up their belonings. Addair turned and began to follow Rennick. 'Roy better have made bacon today,' he muttered.

Gibbo watched, then looked at the sea. One last vision of the field sprung into his mind. He closed his eyes and waited for it to pass. Eleanor's voice called to him as he began to turn in the Water Tanks. Her voice comforted him as his bones cracked, and his body turned inside out and expanded. That was before the rage he bottled up began to boil. He felt it, and it was why he pleaded for Douglas to stay away. With Finlay, he just knew something was going to happen, and his only option was to scare her away. 'Who did you hear in The Shape?'

Addair paused and turned back. Silence lingered. The pair locked eyes. He tried not to look venerable. Bad enough he cried in front of O'Connor.

'I heard my boys laughing.'

'And your dream?'

'Back home with the wife and kids having Christmas Dinner. The food melted into oil and The Shape infected me again. They...' He sighed. 'They ran away.'

More silence.

'I heard about your son. I'm sorry.'

Addair's eyes softened, caught off guard with Gibbo's words. The man can try and act tough and superior all he wanted to the men here, but his children were his soft spot. He loved them, and he would happily burn the world to keep them safe. He just hoped they knew that. 'Thanks.' Using his tendrils, Addair grabbed onto the catwalk and vanished into Accommodation.

Dobbie awkwardly shuffled by him and appeared on stairs to yell.

'You coming Gibbo?!'

'Aye!'

[extrathicccarlwheezer]

i finished my latest built in Tiny Glade, or at least got it to a point where i’m satisfied leaving it for a while. closeup pictures after the cut :)

i've included pictures of the main boulevard by the east gate (with the fancy inn on the left), the southern canal, the church (with a little graveyard around back, the two wealthiest houses, the main keep's gatehouse & courtyard, the northern canal, the market square (with a pen to put livestock before they're sold), and a closeup of the tavern courtyard in the poorer part of town. i think i might go back and get a bird's-eye view of the city to make a map, but that can be a project for a later day.

i very much enjoyed working on this town. it's my sixth major build in the game, the second one that's going for a specific architectural vibe (this is a large town near the royal castle, which was a previous build), and my first time building what feels like a city rather than a village. this dense, complicated style is NOT my strong suit, nor is it what i enjoy the most, but i'm very glad i did it. i think i'm gonna take it a bit easier with some small village builds next. i hope the devs increase the height limit with the terrain tool because i want to build a classic hill fort, but they're just two people doing this in their free time so i'm definitely not expecting any huge rush from them.

i have a couple ideas for future builds. i think next up is a motte & bailey, then maybe a small river town or an orc stronghold or something. i think i might also go back and post my older builds; there are several i'm quite happy with and i want to document them

[cvlutos]

"FOUND"

✦ | Posted: 03.06.2022 | WC: 1.2K | Rating: Mature |

✦ | Rook Hunt X GN!Reader | {Howl's Moving Castle Inspired}

✦ | Characters 18+ | Fluff | Poetic | Confessions | Smut | Loving | Forbidden Relationship | French Lang. | Etc | Proceed with Caution, my love.

✦ | Synopsis: A strange man appeared upon your balcony only uttering that he's found you.

✦ | Notes: To the lovely @pinkskytwst & @v-anrouge |

“You must be quiet.”

A gently frosty wind blows through the trees, gently wrapping around your form and pulling you deeper into the untravelled woods. Your hand tightly and gently entwined with the man before you as he leads you. Easily navigating through the moonlit forests, knowing every turn, dip, and curve. Knowing where every branches laid, where every fallen log rested. And if you asked—he could utter into your ear where every bird built it's nest and where every bunny hid.

You hear the distant call of your name, demanding you return, yet the tugging of your hand and the gently kisses upon your knuckles reminds you why you left to begin with. Dressed still in your pajamas, clinging onto a cloak you randomly grab in a hurry of frantic kisses and giggles as you planned to leave for the night. Even if you'd be in a world of trouble when you returned.

You shouldn't be with him, you shouldn't be following him—holding his hands as he whispers in your ear to be careful, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close. Feeling every leaf and twig crunch beneath your steps. You feel a flurry of emotions, a flurry of desires you once thought impossible for you to feel until you met him. Standing up on your balcony, only a darkened outline as he offered a hand. You were afraid, scared of this man—this stranger who only spoke in gently riddles and rhymes—speaking only in a language you couldn't understand. “Je t'ai enfin trouvé.” His voice a gently whisper like the night wind. Soon fear turning into curiosity, who is he?

Why is he here?

He's not familiar, with bright green eyes and blonde hair often pulled into a ponytail as a brown hat sits up on his head with a pristine white feather. Dressed in clothes that you're sure aren't from here, not your little town, he's different.

And you like it.

“Once again you are swept away by your thoughts, my love.” His gloves hand gently caresses your face, his thumb gently brushing over you bottom lip, bring your gaze to him. He has a small smile, eyes staring down at you curiously, his earring peeking through his hair of blonde. “It happens often, I wish to know what captivates your mind so.”

“I was thinking about alot of things—like why you appeared upon my balcony.”

His lips curl and he places a gently kiss to your forehead, “Why does the sun rise in the east and not the west? It is merely destined to be.” He tilts your chin upward, pressing a chaste kiss to the bridge of your nose.

Destiny. Fate. Like forever entwining strings that lures and lures, brings two together with such a unshakable hold that any and all should and shall succumb. And you will. You know you will, nor shall you deny such.

As he leads you to a clearing. One of full moon and full stars, perfectly hidden from world view. The grass ticking the bareness of your ankles and legs, shaking the trees leaves in a gently like melody, that dances around you as your hands hold his shoulders, facing the man before you fully and dancing. He hums into your ear, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Swaying—dancing with slow tiny steps. “My love…” A mummer, his hands dragging over your waist, thumbs gently pressing into your sides, silently undoing the string of your cloak, his lips gently pressing against yours, grazing with half lidded eyes.

The large piece of fabric flutters to the ground, his hands cupping your face as he gently lowers your body to the ground. “Oh, comme je te désire…” He whispers into your skin, carefully removing his clothing and discarding it ascending, pressing a flurry a tender kisses along you neck and collar, warm hands exploring the expansion of your bare skin.

Listening intently to every breath and sigh, feeling every shuddering of your skin, stuttering breath. Groaning at the merely feeling of your nails dragging along his back, feeling your breath fan against his shoulder and neck, clinging onto him. His hand slipping between your thighs, his lips pressing against yours, his tongue slipping past your lips. His thumb gently swipes at the corner of your lips, collecting any saliva that threatens to slip past.

“J'ai envie de vous tous.”

Words that you don't understand, words that drip of his lips like sweetened honey, that has you losing your very breathe, back arching, and hands blindly—desperately clinging onto the man above you. The wind cool against your naked form, him drawing you closer to the very edge, to th very point in which all lead to this moment. This moment that has you choking, crying out in utter bliss has your juices coat his hands, making a mess upon your skin. That he without hesitation licks up.

Destiny lead you to this moment, to this man above you, face flushed red, green eyes half lidded, and gently sliding between your legs. All written and designed—beyond your control and yes, you should feel like that of a puppet, with no control. But—

“Je vous aime.”

Feeling him fill you, face burden within your neck, breathless, as he holds you. Who are you to deny such a gift fate has given you, that fate has lead to your balcony, that has lead him between your thighs, to gently love your body more than anything else? What are such odds? Such a chance beneath thousands of stars and a moon that looks aside shyly. Nails digging into flesh, hips melting and molding together. Pieces that fit so perfectly. You feel him shudder against your, desperately holding onto you.

“My love—my love—my love…” He repeats, chanting it like a prayer, afraid that it'll go unheard. Emerald green dazed eyes staring at you in pure, utter love.

Love.

Which is your very winding and very undoing, your arms desperately wrapping around his neck, pressing your forehead against his. Eyes struggling to remain open as pleasure ran along you spine, every fiber of your being. You love him, your voice feels hoarse as whines, whimpers, cries lips past shamelessly, each sound he adores.

Adoration.

He lets out a hot high-pitch gasp the molds into a whine, his thrust slowly turning sloppy and uncoordinated, juices mixing and splattering across his thighs and your skin. His hands entwining with yours longingly. Your body rocks with his, feeling him push his cum deeper, clenching his teeth, forehead pushing against yours, eyes watching the sloppy mess, as your legs rest on his hips. “Rook—” You mummer his eyes name, his hips snapping against yours, forcing a moan from your lips, your body tensing and back arching, shots of pleasure taking over you and for a moment blindly. You watch his eyes widen, letting out a hot exhale.

“Mon nom... Vous vous êtes souvenu de mon nom…” His hands move to gently cup your face, thumbs swiping gently over your cheeks. “My name…. I thought you had forgotten…” There's sudden fondness that seems more apparent before, more than little glimpses that disappears just as fast as you saw it. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, his hair ticking your face gently.

“… Forgotten…?”

“Je t'ai enfin trouvé.. It means I've found you. Finally found you.”

ⓒ 2023 cvlutos — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[femoso-seben]

CoD Monster AU

Price is an old-ass fire-breathing dragon. Was quite content with his life until he met a human traveler from the East. Grew to be interested in traveling and gaining more gold and shit to hoard. His opinion of humans at that time was one of apathy. It was until his traveler friend was burnt at the stake for being a witch.

Horangi is a tiger beast who was once worshipped as a God/ mountain spirit. Was given human brides as a sacrifice. He Fell for one of his brides until the other poisoned her to death, she was pregnant with his children.

Ghost gives me gargoyle energy. For most of his early life, he looked for a nice decrepit castle to sit on and judge passersby. Was heavily discriminated against by humans for the way he looked. He ended up hiding himself from prying eyes until he met a burnt human girl who made him feel more comfortable in his skin. they parted ways promising to meet again… that never happened. Humans have short lives.

Soap is def a werewolf on the younger side like born in the 80s def a punk rock kid. At this time humans were losing the war to the monsters. Soap fell for an eccentric human girl. She died protecting him. His heart hardened to humans who took his lover away.

Alejandro is a Jaguar spirit/ beast man.

Rodolfo gives off a flying serpent.

Graves is definitely a vampire that colonized shit for his own power but never judge them for their skin/ race but if their monsters or human. Is filthy rich. Once traveled all of Europe with his human wife before she died of old age.

König is definitely a Cthulhu-like monster. Was a runt and left to die until humans captured him. A random wench found him and returned home to the ocean.

Gaz is a young harpy who grew up in a time of war. Lost many of his family to humans who napalm his home. Has a pretty negative view of humans.

Valeria is a gorgon, she once well for a human girl, before she was killed.

Laswell is a “fairy” of sorts. She does her best to keep the monster human struggle civilized.

Farah Anqa bird woman who’s fighting a Remain of the human government from Russia.

Roach is a Banshee siren hybrid that keeps quiet for the sake of his teammates.

——

Part of Price’s hoard is Ghost. He found the young gargoyle wandering looking for a castle to call home. At that point, Price wanted to travel. Ghost spent most of his time guarding the castle.

Price meets Farah and helps her push back the human forces, losing a horn in the process. One of his wings has a giant hole in it, can’t really fly but will glide.

Horangi met König when König was Beaches in Korea became acquaintances but truly became friends once they joined Kortac to fight against humans.

Graves and 141 aren’t on the same side, graves still see humans as pathetic pets that can be easily controlled and not the fearsome threat that they are.

Alejandro, Rudolpho, and Valeria were once friends until they suffered the same fate and took the pain differently. Valeria wanted pure revenge while both Alejandro and Rudolpho wanted to mourn.

----

Honestly, I kinda of want to write romance fanfic for most of them lol would anyone be interested in

[its-wabby-stuff]

By the Side of the Black Lake

I can’t remember how I found the lake, or when. But it was instantly mesmerizing.

The surface lay completely still, bordered by rocks on the east side and a glassy beach of soft sand on the west. There were no waves, no tide, I wasn’t even sure if it was water.

Just a black ink that spread out, shaped by the land, completely opaque. It didn’t feel natural, but it looked beautiful.

I could sit on the lake side for hours, just admiring it and it’s intensity. I wouldn’t dare to touch it. Things this peculiar in nature always came with some horrific price. A temperature hot enough to boil you alive, or completely melt the flesh off bones. (Like the sulphur springs in Yellowstone, except this didn’t smell of rotting eggs).

Things had been dropped into the lake before, but the surface was so dark, you would never be able to tell what happened to it. It would just disappear into the darkness. Things could float on the surface but the patterns never matched any typical current, it moved at its own leisure, as if the lake was playing with it. But just like everything else, it would eventually sink into the depths.

Sometimes things would wash up on shore, bones of birds and animals that had tried to swim. Unsettling to say the least.

Some believed the lake was cursed, but I was never one to believe in magic. Still, it was hard to shake that the lake felt- alive. It could feel happy and sad and angry, and the environment and the surface of the lake acted on these. Unpredictable as ever.

I was afraid. There were so many uncertainties visiting a lake like this. But it was practically impossible to ignore the strange comfort I got staring into the darkness, pondering its depths, and admiring its beauty.

Curiosity’s temptation always calls until it receives an answer.

I found myself visiting more and more frequently, and spending more and more time amongst the quiet solitude of the lake, although I never felt alone. It became a habit to visit the lake everyday. I’d bring a blanket and set up atop one of the rocks that presented the best view. I’d sketch, read, nap. I’d watch people come by with their own stories. They’d leave things for the lake. Throw things into the lake. Walk around the border. I’d hum and sing and whisper conversations to myself. It felt like someone was listening, and conversations with myself and some distant party became common.

I wanted to share ideas and stories and life, until speaking out loud became less to help myself understand and more for someone else to listen to.

I was always so careful to clean up after myself. Not leave anything behind. I didn’t want to upse- I didn’t want to lose something I might regret letting go of. But I guess I was distracted, lost in my head, and I forgot.

I only realized that I had when I went to visit the lake the next day. It was missing. I must’ve left it behind. I looked everywhere for it. Even places I had never actually visited by the lakeside. I searched and searched til the sun started to set.

I didn’t know what to do. Perhaps the lake had- no that’s impossible. The lake couldn’t have taken it. It’s up on the rocks. So someone else- but there was no one else around. I couldn’t have lost it.

Even if it didn’t have much monetary value, I had spent weeks by the lake side using it, and it didn’t feel right to not have it. I can’t believe I lost it, and I couldn’t help but cry at my own incompetence.

I hadn’t realized how close I’d gotten to the edge until it was too late, and one misstep caused me to fall into the lake. I only had a second to catch a breath before I was submerged into the darkness.

In moments that catch you off guard you find yourself doing things you never would’ve before. And I opened my eyes, not like it helped since I couldn’t see anything. I had no idea where I was and no sense of direction. The surface was missing, and panic began to settle deeper within me.

My mind began to focus on my breath, or the lack of breath. I hadn’t been ready to be submerged, and I could feel the choke hold my lungs had on me, begging me for more air. Air I couldn’t give it.

Was this it? Was this where I was to die. I suppose it could be worse. My flesh could be melting off my body, but the darkness was surprisingly tame. I wouldn’t say cold just as much as I wouldn’t say hot. It was- comforting. Like being held. And the darkness seemed to wrap itself around me. I couldn’t tell if it was trying to help, or trying to push me further down. But I was unwelcome either way.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold my breath, but maybe there was no point holding onto something I couldn’t control. Maybe I should just-

Two massive orange- um- eyes appeared before me. One with a slash straight through. I swam backward, startled. What was this thing? Some sort of lake creature? I wasn’t even aware anything lived inside. I thought- this must be what eats the creatures that get stuck.

They got closer, and I tried moving away, but I was stuck. I couldn’t move, and the tugging and flailing of my arms was only met with resistance. The glowing eyes circled me, settling behind me and than looked up. Up! That was the surface!

I swam up as fast as I could, following the refracting orange light all the way. My lungs longed for another breath. I could feel it leaping in anticipating until finally, I breached the surface and gasped for air in a fit of coughs. Quickly, I swam toward the beach, pulling myself completely out of the lake and a little extra for good measure.

It was dark now, the final glitter of the sun settling behind the mountain. All the beauty the lake offered by day as an oddity left when given the dark abyssal nature it had by night. It looked as if nothing was there. As of the universe itself ended in this very spot.

I pulled my knees up to my chest as I tried to get myself to move. A wave brushed itself on the sand, over and over until something was left on the beach.

That was mine. What I’d been searching for! I found it or- it was returned to me. I looked out over the lake again. Quiet and still as ever.

———————-

I don’t know how comfortable @somerandomdudelmao is with fanfiction of their own persona, but the very intriguing idea of a sentient, completely black lake divined me with inspiration and I had to write out an idea. I tried to keep it mysterious in nature because I have a lot of unknown variables. I also wanted people to put themselves in these shoes, so this isn’t about me per se. I wanted the lake to be as inspiring as it is mysterious, trying to embody a bit of Cass in it.

[schrijverr]

You Don’t Know Me, But I Know You 2

Chapter 2 out of 6

5 times Tim showed he stalked Robin + 1 time Jason did

Inspired by this post of thecrazyleader.

On AO3.

Ships none

Warnings: none

~~~~

2. A Familiar Password

“Fuck, I need some of the case files on the Crawfort case, but I haven’t digitized them yet,” Dick’s voices comes over the coms. “I’m on a stakeout and can’t go get them. Can anyone go pick ‘em up and bring them to me?”

“I’m out and about. I can swing by, no problem,” Tim replies.

“Pff, out and about, are you a grandpa?” Steph snorts.

Tim graciously ignores her as he asks: “Which safe house?”

“The one in Cobble Hill, on the border with East Park Side,” Dick answers. “Do you know it?”

“Oh, yeah, that one. I know where that is,” Tim says.

In the moment, Dick thinks nothing of it, turning back to his stakeout. He listens to Tim drive, before coming to a halt. As Tim walks up the stairs to the safe house, Dick starts: “The spare key is-”

“Behind the hallway radiator, I know,” Tim cuts him off, as there is an audible click of the lock. “Is the safe still in the cupboard with the sink?”

“Y- Yeah, how did you know that?” Dick asks, though he doesn’t wait for a reply. “The password is 493117.”

“Still?” Tim’s voice comes out highly judgmental. “You’ve had that password for this safe since you bought it, that’s terrible security!”

“What?” Dick chokes.

“Really? You know how B gets about security, did you ever pay attention?” Jason asks.

“Yeah, like I know password updates suck, but that’s excessive,” Steph agrees, always ready to get on the gossip or shade train. “When did you buy that thing again?”

“Ten years ago!” Dick exclaims. “Which is why he can’t possibly know that. I haven’t even had anyone over in that safe house.”

“Nah, but you aren’t very good at shrugging off a tail, especially at the end of your Robin days, you were fucking cocky back then,” Tim says casually. “Besides, this safe is, like, in full view of the window and you don’t really check if anyone is watching. Again, terrible security.”

“Oh my god, is this from your stalking days?” Steph asks.

“Baby Bird, don’t spread lies, I’m great at shrugging tails,” Dick whines. “And I wasn’t cocky.”

“You were definitely cocky and very annoying,” Jason pipes up. “But I do have to say, Timbo, that is very fucking creepy. You were just following us home and peaking through our windows?”

“I didn’t do it to your homes, Jason, just safe houses. I wanted to know what you were working on,” Tim says, an eye roll obvious.

“No names on the coms,” Bruce reminds them, suddenly speaking up where he’d been silent throughout the previous interactions.

“Don’t you have anything to say about this? Replacement just confessed to peaking through our windows,” Jason says indignantly.

“Not your windows, just this one safe house,” Tim complains. “And it’s not even that much of a safe house, I found it when I was eight.”

“I don’t have anything to say, no. Like all of you, I already know of Red Robin’s previous occupation,” Bruce answers, obviously trying to stay neutral enough so he won’t get caught up in a war between his children. “It’s in the files, if any of you bothered to read those.”

“This is so unfair,” Dick whines.

“You have a file on RR’s stalker behavior, since when? Why didn’t you tell me about that, oh sweet ex of mine?” Steph asks.

“Oh shut up,” Tim mutters, embarrassed. Before he swiftly changes the conversation: “Nightwing, en route to your location. File obtained.”

[gumnut-logic]

It started with a bang.

Lots of bad things start with a bang, but this one wasn’t obvious.

A stray meteor hit Five. Wasn’t the first time, doubtful it would be the last, but Brains had built her strong enough to resist the majority of non-dinosaur-extincting rock events.

Most of them.

This one got through.

It was tiny, but it was enough to mess with some critical systems and it had both a worried Scott on the line and Brains jumping up and down as both John and Eos hurried to make repairs.

Virgil asked John to come down, but he chose not to.

Apparently his ‘bird needed nursing and Virgil, if he was honest, could respect that.

He really wished he hadn’t.

Being on the more paranoid end of the spectrum considering International Rescue’s history of getting the not so lucky end of anything, Virgil checked in with his space brother every half hour.

For the next twenty-four.

John was sympathetic until about the eighteen-hour mark. After that, he became snarlier each time Virgil poked him.

“Virgil, the damage has been repaired.”

“Humour me.”

“Why?”

Why? Virgil wasn’t sure, but he was sure that he needed to check on his brother. “Because it is my job.”

“Then maybe you should check your own readings because you are being beyond ridiculous.” And John cut the connection.

Great. He’d pissed John off – never a good thing to do.

But half an hour later, Virgil prodded him again. “John, report.”

“I’m fine, Virgil. Go to bed.”

Virgil peered closer at his brother’s hologram and frowned. “John?”

“What?!”

Virgil’s fingers darted over the sensor readouts from his brother’s spacesuit. “How are you feeling?”

“Annoyed. If you don’t stop this, I’m going to ask Scott to stop you from doing this.”

“Go for it.” He frowned at the oxygen saturation stat. “You sure you are feeling okay? Eos, can you give me an atmospheric reading on Five?” The numbers were all good, but something felt wrong.

Something had his hackles up, but he couldn’t identify what.

“All atmospheric reading are within the expected range, Virgil. John needs his rest, why are you continuing to disturb him?”

He stared at his brother floating far above. “I’m not sure, Eos.”

John rolled his eyes. “Then get back to me when you are.” His brother cut the connection.

Virgil sat back in his father’s chair. Maybe John was right. Maybe he was just edgy because of the meteor collision, a reminder of the brutality of space and his brother’s vulnerability so far above them. Maybe it was time for bed.

He lasted another hour before he commed John again.

“Virgil, whyyyy?”

Again, he ran his fingers over the sensors, again they tried to reassure him everything was okay.

But nothing was okay. Virgil was sure of it.

He just didn’t know what or why.

“I’m coming up.”

John stared at him. “What? Why?”

“Can’t I drop in to see my brother?”

“It’s 3am!”

“I’m a night owl.”

“I’m going to kick your ass, Virg. I’m tired. You’ve been bugging me for hours. Leave me alone!” The comm line cut again.

And Virgil’s hackles hit orbit.

John never called him ‘Virg’.

Ever.

“Eos?”

It took a moment. “Yes, Virgil?”

“Could you please lower the elevator?”

“He doesn’t want to see you.”

“Too bad. I need to check on his health.”

Eos didn’t answer.

“His health is important, Eos.”

Another long moment where Virgil considered waking Alan or Scott.

“Lowering elevator.”

There was no clarity in Eos’ voice as to her opinion but she was doing what he requested and that was all that mattered.

Half an hour and several layers of atmosphere later, Virgil was thankful for whatever sense that set him off.

He found John floating aimlessly in the central hub of Five. Above the vista of the planet, the holographics system was displaying a three-sixty view of family photos.

Scott grinned at him from the east, a baby Allie from the south pole, his father from the north, Gordy dressed in squid-print swimwear to the west and their beloved mother smiled her familiar smile from somewhere near Africa.

Virgil’s own picture took out South America next to Grandma in the South Pacific.

“John?”

His brother startled. “You! What do you want?”

Virgil eyed him. “Eos, can you give me those atmospheric readings again?”

“Yes, Virgil.” She rattled off the necessary numbers.

Unfortunately, they did not match the portable air sensor Virgil held in his hand. “Your readings are incorrect, Eos. Run a diagnostic.”

There was a pause as John continued to frown at him.

“Diagnostic complete. There are no errors in the sensor network, Virgil.”

“There is a contaminant in your air supply, John.”

“So you finally found an excuse for being annoying.” His brother flipped mid-air and stared up at the hologram of their father. “You hear that, Dad? Virgil finally has a reason for driving us all insane!” That last was shouted in Virgil’s direction along with a glare.

Virgil ignored it.

“John, I want you to come down to Tracy Island.”

“Why?” It was belligerence itself.

“Because you aren’t safe up here. And I miss you.”

“How can you miss me when you never leave me alone?!”

Virgil pressed his lips together and hit his comms. “Tracy Island, we have an Alert Gold.” The command would wake Scott and probably the rest of the house. It was an alert designed to help protect their most remote family member.

“You’re kidding.”

“No, John, I’m not.”

And John burst out laughing. “Do you ever hear yourself?”

Virgil didn’t answer.

“Obviously not. Other wise you would be insane by now. Or you would nag yourself to death.”

John didn’t mean it. He was under the influence. At a guess, there might be a leak in the thruster assembly, leaking oxidiser into Five. But why the sensors hadn’t picked it up…

“So are you going to tie me up and strap me to a bed because I don’t meet your standards of what I should be? Trample me until the numbers add up correctly?”

“John, Virgil is trying to help you.” Eos’ voice rang like a bell throughout the station.

John flinched. “So, you’re on his side now?”

“I wasn’t aware Virgil had a side.”

John grunted and glared his brother again. “You’ve infected her with your nagging.”

“We are just concerned about you. You are not yourself.”

His brother closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Thunderbird Five, status?!” Scott’s voice practically screamed a combination of worry and command over comms.

“You told! Dobbed me into big brother so he can nag me, too! Why can’t you all just leave me alone?!” John pushed off from the wall and threw himself towards the exit.

Virgil caught him mid-air.

It was a mistake. John was in his native environment. He flipped and slipped out of Virgil’s grasp. The engineer grabbed at his brother and missed as John used him as a launch point to finally reach the exit.

Before Virgil could regain his equilibrium, John had slammed the airlock shut and sealed him in.

Damnit.

“Eos!”

“Working on it.”

What could be stopping the AI from unsealing an airlock was a growing concern.

Dad glared at him from the ceiling.

“Thunderbird Five, answer me!”

Virgil drew in a breath, thankful for his uniform’s standalone air supply. “There is an atmospheric contaminant present in Five’s life support systems. I’m guessing we have an oxidizer leak from the thruster assembly. John is…not himself. I’m working on it.”

“Do you need Three?” In other words ‘can I come up there and join you before I melt from worry?’

“Give me ten and ask again.” He flicked off comms. “Eos, any luck?”

“I have contained him in his sleeping quarters, but you will need to hurry as he is currently attempting to override my program.” The speaker gave a little squawk and went silent.

“Eos?”

The airlock suddenly hissed open.

Virgil didn’t hesitate. He was through the exit and throwing himself after his brother without a second thought. He grabbed a spare helmet along the way. It was time to end this.

He found John yelling at the ceiling and pulling a control panel out of his shower cubicle. Why he thought that was a productive thing to do, Virgil didn’t know, but since Eos hadn’t said a word since, it was concerning enough.

The airlock to John’s quarters unsealed at his touch and Virgil slipped through, sealing it again behind him.

His brother didn’t look up from what he was doing. “So the brat let you out, did she?”

“John, you need help.”

“What I need is silence. No more nagging from annoying brothers. Didn’t you guys get the hint when I moved up here in the first place? All my life it has been the four of you in my ears, always bugging me. Now I’m in space and I still can’t escape you. Why can’t you leave me alone?!”

Virgil swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. “We care, John.”

“Only enough to satisfy your own concern. Not how I feel having to listen to all your caterwauling.”

He’s not himself. It became a mantra echoing through Virgil’s head, but a little voice asked if it was really the truth.

“I can’t believe that.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” John continued to rip electronics out of the wall of his shower.

“What are you doing?”

“Silencing the dawn.”

“In the shower?”

John finally looked up at him but his smile was eerie. “No better place.”

“Then I’m going to have to stop you.”

His brother snorted. “You can try.”

Virgil didn’t move immediately. Instead, he pulled up a schematic on his HUD and confirmed the wiring behind the shower unit. Most of it was innocuous, but one of the main power distribution relays was nearby and that relay supported the main computer. There was sense in John’s statement, of an extreme kind. Taking out Eos by taking out his Thunderbird.

He had no idea what kind of logic was churning in his little brother’s brain, but he had to stop this. He had to get John’s helmet on his head and his body and brain off the cocktail of whatever was in the air.

Virgil pushed off from the wall and barrelled into him. John saw him coming and leapt ceiling-ward. Virgil anticipated the move and compensated enough to grab his brother around the waist.

Virgil had the brute strength, but John had flexibility. Virgil’s only chance lay in hanging on.

So he did.

And John did not like it.

At all.

“Get off me!”

He struggled, shoving at Virgil’s arms. When that didn’t work, he tried to knee his brother in the gut.

Virgil grit his teeth and in return, wrapped his legs around his slippery space-suited brother and began climbing him inch by inch, to get that damned helmet on his head.

John yelled in his ear. Tried a few moves that Kayo, no doubt, taught him. The bruises were beginning to mount up and yet, Virgil still hung on.

John wasn’t himself.

Not himself.

The proof was in the fact he hadn’t yet really employed the solid and attacker-crippling techniques Virgil knew his brother was fully capable of. Instead, they spun around in a totally uncoordinated tumble hitting walls and furniture until Virgil was able to get enough of a grip on his brother to shove his helmet on his head.

The helmet hung loose as John took the opportunity to jab him in the ribs as a result and for a moment Virgil thought he was going to lose his grip and hence the battle, but he managed an extra push and his brother’s suit engaged, automatically switching to its portable air supply exactly as it was designed to do in an emergency.

Virgil continued to cling to his brother to keep that helmet in place long enough to do its job. It earned him an aching kidney and some creaking ribs, but eventually John stopped struggling and fell quiet. A glance through the plexiglass of his helmet and Virgil found John’s eyes scrunched shut.

“John?” Virgil’s voice was hoarse. His belly had taken a beating, literally. Thank goodness for his baldric and all the equipment that came with it.

“V-Virgil? God, my head.” John groaned, his gloved hand scratching at his helmet.

Virgil let out a breath and drew his brother closer. “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” He brought John’s head down to his shoulder and held him safe in his arms. There was a need to grab the medscanner. He…he would do that in a moment. “Tracy Island, can we take you up on that offer of a pick up?”

“Virgil, launching now. What’s your status?” Scott was all worry and clipped syllables.

“We’re okay.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on John’s shoulder. “We’re okay.”

-o-o-o-

[seraphimcollections]

| AND YOU WEREN'T THERE |

| Alejandro x Reader | Ch.1 |

(photo is AI generated and edited by me!)

warnings: heavyyy angst, +18, MDNI, body mutilation, torture, mention of blood and injury, near death, bloodlust, mention of guns, violence

summary: he betrayed you. He left you to shrivel and die. But you didn't, and now he will live to regret it. Yes, you died but you were reborn. Reborn as La Arana, The Spider.

word count: 2k

a/n: the beginning of a new series! This one has been on my mind for a while and I'm so happy to finally work on it. I'm really looking to writing more for this series. Let me know what you think!

The rain pelted against the top of the jeep as it sped through the winding roads. Rudy’s eyes squinted, trying his best to stay within the lane as the chaos unfolded in the back seat. Every few seconds, Rudy's eyes would flicker to the rear view mirror to Alejandro looming over your unconscious body laid out on the seat. Alejandro’s folded one underneath the other, pushing down hard against your chest in rhythm. But each compression, more blood spurted from your mangled lips. For a moment Alejandro believed you were remaining conscious behind your half-lidded eyes, but looking closer he could see them glazing over, exhaustion and blood loss taking you by the second. He couldn’t even give breaths because your face was completely covered in blood, staining your clothes and the seat. Alejandro was in full blown panic. 

“Puta madre! Fuck, come on, stay with me,” Alejandro pleaded, desperately trying to find the source of the bleeding. “How much longer, Rudy?!” 

“Half a klick, colonel,” Rudy said, trying to keep the tremble from his voice. 

“Faster, she’s not responding,” Alejandro grabbed the sides of your head, shaking you. 

“Cariño, stay awake, come on, stay awake,” Alejandro pleaded again. 

Alejandro’s eyes widened in shock at the sound of a small gurgled sound emitting from your throat. You were trying to speak. You were still hanging on. The weak sound was enough to make his eyes water but he forced them away when he felt you let out a wheeze, the last of the air releasing from your lungs. Your eyelids felt so heavy, finally letting them fall. 

“Cariño, baby wake up,” Alejandro said, his voice raw, “Mi vida, wake up, wake up!” 

You were so tired. Your body weighed heavier than lead, as if being swallowed by the earth. You couldn’t hear the humming of the jeep, the squelching from the ragged cavity in your abdomen. Your face didn’t burn anymore. You felt like you were floating among the waves, looking up at the twilight sky as the tides began to slowly pull you down. It was so calm, so peaceful. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad way to go. Alejandro’s shouts began to slowly fade away into the darkness. Finally, sleep. 

✂

Your eyes snapped open, immediately seeing the ceiling of the old barn. They didn’t stay there long, flickering over to the barn door, seeing it cracked open, letting the morning sun in with only the small figure of Valeria blocking it. She smirked up to you in your bird’s nest, immediately finding you laying in your hammock. 

“Despierta dormilon!” She shouted up to you.

You quirked a brow, swinging your legs over to land on the creaky panels. You walked to the edge of the nest, leaning on your elbows over the bannister, looking down at her. The shadows casted over your frame, hiding your frame. Hiding your mutilated face. 

“Mañana, hermanita,” Valeria said with a smile. 

You grunted, unamused. 

“You never were much of an early bird, were you,” said Valeria. 

“What do you want?” You said, your tone cold. 

Valeria’s expression became serious, dropping the playful demeanor. 

“Our friend from the East has come to town, we need to make sure we keep him off the radar,” Valeria said. 

You ran a hand through your long inky locks, “and what do you need from me, El Sin Nombre?” 

Valeria smirked, hand on her hip, “I need you to work your magic, make sure we don’t have anyone crashing the party. And if we do, well, sabes qué hacer, La Araña…” 

Your eyes didn’t reveal any emotion, just the same emptiness present since that day. Your mind began to wonder back to that night, unable to stop the traumatic images flashing from behind your eyes. Valeria could see it, she always knew when your mind would drift off from where you were. You always had a vibrant imagination, ever since you were children, and now it has become your detriment. 

“Was it the same dream?” Valeria frowned. 

You averted your gaze from her’s before nodding. Valeria sighed before nodding. 

“Soon, hermanita,” Valeria growled, “we will bring them all down to their knees, and then, you will have your revenge.” 

Your eyes hardened once more and gave a curt nod, leaving the bannister. You lifted the neck of your turtle neck, pulling it over your nose, concealing your face. 

“Have your men ready, sister, there will be some sort of resistance, I’m sure of it,” you said bluntly, walking further into your nest. 

“We’ll be ready, keep me posted,” Valeria said, walking out the barn door, closing it behind her. 

You slid open the door to your den. A bulletin board covered in photos, some of rivaling cartels, some military, some high profile clients, and other pawns. But at the center of the bulletin with several throwing knives stabbed into it, a photo of none other than Alejandro Vargas. You didn’t dwell on it, stepping over the trail of wires scattered all over the room to your wall of screens mounted above your desk. The screens lit up as you plopped on to the seat. You propped your feet up on to the desk, your eyes flickering over the screens. 

Valeria chose to hide in plain sight, performing as the ultimate enforcer.  It gave her the power she always wanted, and she used that power to make Las Almas a better place. Of course, there were those who believed it to be blood money, but you could care less. You didn’t care about Las Almas, in fact, you wouldn’t have cared if the place was set ablaze. That was for El Sin Nombre to care about -- you had other plans. 

Your eyes stopped on one particular screen. It was footage from downtown Las Almas on the main road that took you through the heart of the city. From the footage, you could see a line of blacked out Jeeps following each other down the road in procession. You screenshot the surveillance, zooming into one of the Jeeps with ease. Rage began to bubble in your chest as the pixels began to refine piece by piece, finally revealing him. Rudy was with him, of course, the two were inseparable. But you could see two other men in the back but the shadow was too harsh for you to make them out. 

“Who’s your new friends, Mi Vida?” You mumbled bitterly, speed dialing Valeria. 

She answered on the first ring, “what you got for me?” 

“Old friends, heading to Hassan’s hideout,” you said, never tearing your eyes away from the screen. 

“Los Vaqueros!” Valeria grinned over the line, “excellent work, Araña. Should I be expecting you?” 

You stood to your feet, a new fire under them, “I’ll be out on recon. Out.” 

With that you clicked, tossing the phone back on the desk before stalking to your gun locker. You grabbed your black duffle first, dropping it to your feet before grabbing your sniper rifle, slinging across your back. Examining a few throwing knives, you tucked them into your harness before slamming the locker shut. Your heated gaze became nailed on Alejandro’s sorry picture, unimaginable rage taking over your cool heart. 

“No más esperas, hermana.” 

✂

The dried sticks and leaves stuck and prodded at you as you laid among the shrubs. You kept your grip steady and gaze trained as your looked through the scope of the rifle. From upon the cliff, maybe a mile from the infiltrated base, you could see everything. Just as you expected, the Mexican Special Forces had swatted the hideout, but Hassan was long gone thanks to your intel. And instead of being greeted by their target, they were welcomed by the Mexican Army who was deep in Valeria’s pockets. Everyone was, it would be stupid if they weren’t. 

You watched as the four men who escaped into the woods fought through the waves of soldiers waiting to ambush them. Much to your disdain, they weren’t much of a fight, eventually falling to the men. You were impressed -- these weren’t just Los Vaqueros. There were two other men, obviously not with the Mexican Special Forces. One of them had a funny haircut that stood him out from the rest and the other had an eerie skull mask concealing his face. It must have been a theme because his gloves also were decorated in a bone motif. Either way, both were proficient in the field, taking down Valeria’s paid Mexican Army left and right, and both had United Kingdom flag emblems stitched to their gear, a dead giveaway. It was clear they weren’t here for the cartel, they were here for Hassan. 

You scope trained on Alejandro again, watching him as he took cover behind a few rocks among the forest. From your perch, you could see everything -- you could see the Mexican Army moving in as you had ordered, and you could see them fail as these lone four men plowed through them. You could take him, you had more than a couple clear shots, but you didn’t. You didn’t. There was still much to know as why these foreigners were intervening at what backup they could have that hasn’t been made clear. So for now, you were on standby. 

You huffed as the men made their ways into a dead end, a cliff. 

“You lead them right to a dead end, pendejo.” 

You were almost surprised watching Alejandro hurdle himself over the cliff, only to land into the river below. Almost. Alejandro always found away. He was a stubborn man who didn’t stop when he had his mind made up. Perhaps at one time you would have found it charming, but now you just saw him as a menace. The other men followed his lead, diving into white water before making their way up stream. You openned your radio channel, a channel that could access any channel at your disposal, this time being the Mexican Army. 

“Están en el agua, mantente alerta.” 

The men didn’t respond, but as you could see, they had their hands full with how these men were making a fool of them all. Idiots. Again, the men took out the army men with ease, until finally reaching resistance where the army had their armored trucks aiming their artillery at the men. Your nerves began to flare, almost worried that Alejandro wouldn’t be able to make it through this one. That he wouldn’t meet his death by your hands. But as soon as the thought crossed your mind, the sound of piercing wind coming from the heavens above. In a blink of an eye, the convoy on the bridge became nothing but flames and shrapnel, destroying the bridge entirely. 

Confused, your eyes shot to the blue sky, squinting through the sunlight until your eyes landed on a single US fighter plane. Americans? No doubt they were here for Hassan too. All you could do was watch as the plane soared farther away as the four men hopped into an abandoned Jeep, speeding away from their close call. With a frown, you watched as they disappeared down the dirt road until they were hidden by the trees. You grabbed your phone, dialing Valeria. 

“Give me some good news,” she sounded grumpy. 

“Los Vaqueros have made friends with our friends up North.” 

“Americans? Puta madre, what the fuck do they want?” 

You began your trek back to your truck, phone tucked against your ear and shoulder as you disassembled your rifle effortlessly. 

“They aren’t the only ones, two others, British. Took out our men and went West.” 

“Was he there?” 

Valeria’s words made you stop in your tracks, listening to the tranquility of the forest around you. You let out a sigh. 

“Affirm.” 

Valeria knew from your tone that the man still lived, bringing a frown to her lips. 

“Pronto, hermanita.” 

You frowned but continued your way down the trail. 

“Yeah.” 

“Bring the general, his mistakes have cost us too much.” 

You threw your duffle and rifle into the cabin of the truck, shucking off your gloves in the process. 

“With pleasure, hermana.” 

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[levi-venn]

Cross and Crow

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (Final) Available also on AO3

The Mount Tantiss cell where they kept Crosshair had a window, fortified with durasteel bars and a view that showed an indifferent blue sky with thin, half-hearted clouds.

The bastard scientists said the window was a show of kindness.

Crosshair found it cruel. 

The view told him very little of his surroundings. He was facing North, two levels above ground. There was a docking bay to the East. No air traffic besides the occasional Imperial freighter carrying supplies.

He hated the view.

His eyes would snap to any movement outside, his heart betraying him with painful lurches, hoping that one of those damn supply ships would be the Marauder. His brothers swooping in to his rescue, forgetting every cruel thing he had said and done to them. End his nightmare. Take him back.

After two weeks of false hopes and bitter heartache, he sacrificed his thin blanket to cover the window.

Fuck them, he decided. They abandoned me first, anyway.

On that first blanketless night, his sleep was broken. He shivered through fractured dreams of a remote outpost, Mayday in his arms, staggering towards the warm light in the distance that seemed to drift farther away the longer he walked. 

“Almost there…” He lied to his brother. “Hang on…Just a little farther.”

***

The next day, sunlight burst into the cell with laser precision, blinding him with thoughtless cheer. Crosshair snarled awake, squinting at the window. 

There were holes in the blanket. It looked like the cheese he’d pull off his sandwiches and toss to Wrecker, only to have Tech point out the importance of calcium in Crosshair's diet.

He pulled back the blanket and peered out the window. The sky was empty. Even the clouds had abandoned him. 

Still…something made these holes. 

Breakfast came soon after. They fed him generously. Wanted him healthy for the experiments that came at him every three days. 

He collected a piece of bread, a few bits of whatever the Empire considered "sausage", and a clump of egg whites. He placed the offerings on the sill. 

At worst, ants would come.

At best...

The crow swooped in immediately, soundlessly landing, but cawing bombastically in Crosshair’s face. He nearly fell backwards into his cell. 

He growled back at the corvid.

The crow ignored him and pecked at the food experimentally before accepting the eggs, knocking the bread and sausage back into the cell. 

On training missions off-world, Crosshair would birdwatch through his rifle's scope. First out of boredom, then out of fascination. Birds didn’t thrive on Kamino so any chance he could, his scope would search for these creatures that took for granted the stormless skies.

More often than not, Hunter would toss something at him, pulling his brother’s focus back to their training. Once Crosshair deflected the pebble Hunter threw at him and it pinged Wrecker in the head. Wrecker turned and slapped the datapad out of Tech's hands. Tech, fuming at being wrongfully accused, tackled Wrecker and Hunter dove in to break them up. Crosshair sat in his perch, pleased with himself at the chaos below while above him two territorial hummingbirds fought over a tree too big for either of them.

The squad got black marks on their record that day. It was worth it. 

After eating the eggs, the crow tilted its head left, then right, thoroughly examining Crosshair in every direction it could turn its large, midnight head. After its studies were complete, it flapped noisily away, leaving two black feathers behind. 

Crosshair kept the feathers hidden under his pillow.

He didn’t know why.

The crow didn’t return for the rest of the day.

But Crosshair started looking out the window again. 

Three days went by. 

A full day of experiments. Poking. Prodding. Gassing. Drugging. Restraining. Isolating. Breaking. Rebuilding. 

By nightfall he was dragged back to his cell without being told why they did any of it. They owed him no explanation.

And if I knew, would it be better? Worse?

They gave him stew. He could barely stomach smelling it. 

Fighting the tremors in his hands, he plucked a piece of potato, shredded meat, and a few beans from the bowl and climbed onto his bed to the window. He placed the offering, then passed out onto his mattress, dead to the world.

The next day he awoke to a shrill caw. 

His heart leapt in a dangerous way. He didn’t want to feel this. He didn’t want to experience a reprieve from this nightmare, a joy that could be ripped away at any moment. The crow was just a scavenger, a hungry opportunist. Eventually, it would move on and Crosshair would be alone again. 

The crow looked at him and he scowled back. 

It ate a bean. 

It ate some meat. 

It rolled the potato back into the room and onto Crosshair’s bed, which- 

Wait...no...

Crosshair blinked. It wasn’t a potato the crow had give him. 

It was a pinecone. Young. Unfurled. A little green. 

When he looked up again, the crow was gone. 

He hid the pinecone under his pillow, next to the two feathers. 

He didn’t know why.

***

Dreams were more dangerous than hope. On nights after an experiment, he was usually too exhausted to dream. But this night he had pulled the pinecone from beneath his pillow. He clutched it as he slept.

And he dreamt of an ocean. 

Loud waves crashing against the sturdy pillars of Kamino’s science facility. Crosshair and his brothers, too young to be soldiers and old enough to know better, sat preciously on a ledge overlooking the endless sea. They snacked from a tin of biscuits Tech and Hunter had stolen as a “stealth exercise”.

Crosshair balanced the tin lid on his finger and spun it for Wrecker, who giggled and clapped, getting biscuit crumbs everywhere.

Hunter said something to Crosshair, but the words were lost under the roar of relentless waves. Crosshair tried to shout back, but his words turned into a shrill-

Caw! Caw!

Crosshair snapped awake, his cheeks cold and wet. 

He hissed and wiped the tears away, squinting up at the crow who was waiting for breakfast, beak pressed through the bars impatiently. 

Breakfast came in the form of pastry discs, eggs, strips of meat that weren’t bacon. 

The crow seemed to like the eggs best. Crosshair added more to the sill.

They ate together. 

And the crow rolled another trinket onto Crosshair’s bed.

A piece of white plastoid. 

It joined the pair of feathers beneath Crosshair’s pillow.

The pinecone stayed with Crosshair as he slept at night. It helped him sleep. It kept nightmares away. 

He didn’t know why.

***

More experiments. Suffocating. Burning. Freezing. Breaking. Rebuilding. 

When he was dragged back to his cell, he saw food was waiting for him. Some sort of egg hash, leftovers from the morning. 

Egg will be pleased.

He left his offering on the sill for Egg, then he and the pinecone slept.

Too exhausted to dream, Crosshair woke to the sound of two loud caws. Always two.

Good morning.

Crosshair added more eggs to the sill and a piece of the terrible bacon. 

Egg pecked at the bacon suspiciously, letting out a little disgruntled cluck that made Crosshair’s lips to twitch unexpectedly. 

He didn’t smile. But he wasn’t scowling.

The tense knot of hopelessness was loosening in Crosshair’s chest as if Egg had been pecking at it each morning, fraying his sanity, giving him false peace. 

Throw the tray at the window, he begged himself. Bang the cup on the bars. Shoo Egg - shoo the crow - away before reality kicks in. You’re in here. Egg’s out there. One day, he won’t come back. 

Crosshair stared at his tray. It shook in his hands.

Do it. Get it over with. 

But then something clattered on the tray.

Crosshair stared at the object. 

Too late. Sanity gone. This isn’t real. It can’t be. I want this too much. 

A piece of crudely crafted wood, a message carved in. 

[Look down]

Crosshair stared at the words, struggling to keep his hope smothered.

[Look down]

He knew that handwriting. Meticulous. Precise. By a hand that taught Crosshair how to write, that comforted him when the thunder was too loud and the lightning too bright, that would ball into a fist when regs teased him about his hair, his lankiness, his uniqueness.

Crosshair climbed onto his bed.

Both he and Egg looked down together.

Crosshair hadn’t spoken in months, but there was no one else in the galaxy he wanted to speak to more than his brother at this moment. 

With a raspy hiss he asked: “Where the hell are your goggles?”

Part Two: Tech and Crow

[iamnotyourgodsherald]

Hello Lovelies!

Chapter 1 of Meeting the In Laws

I am back again! You’ll notice that I already uploaded this story, but I wanted to do some more tweaking for it cause there was some parts that I just didn’t like so! Here is the updated version of the story! Chapter 2 will be out soon! This is an idea based of @dell-amor-te ‘s post about illario dueling a room for Lucanis’s hand.

Warning!

Heavy and Aggressive Sexual Themes so 18+ only! Mentions of personal death and Mentions of Snake Bites. Fainting as well.

Pairing: My M!Rook x Lucanis

Kinks included: Knife Play, Fingering, a Tiny bit of Prostate Play, Bondage, Threats, Name Calling, and Spanking.

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I felt light warm my face as I slept, the golden morning sun arose to greet me. I fluttered my eyes open to see the sun being emulated by the Fade outside my window. Acting as the sun rising in the east.

Bright, ribbons of yellow light filled the room and made it such a familiar and comforting sight.

I turned over in bed to Lucanis who was still fast asleep next to me and smiled. Watching his body rise and fall with his breaths. Finally at peace. I kissed his cheek before gently crawling out of bed, not wanting to disturb his rare rest. I didn’t bother throwing a shirt on, just keeping my cloth pants on before I scaled my wall into the rafters above. I left a book that I was reading up there the night before, eager to read more and to let Lucanis sleep. The rafters being the perfect place to do so.

After all the things we've been through… He deserves some rest. Especially after Spite. Especially after him.

I settled in on the beam above having a perfect view of Lucanis down below and the door out of the room. I’ve noticed that, slowly, become more protective over Lucanis, which Lucanis thought was unnecessary, but I never heard him truly complain. To be honest, I honestly don't know what's happening to me. As Lucanis and I’s bond grew, my heart feels more and more full everyday that I spend by his side. Now, I just have this strong urge to just… protect him. Or us. Or something. I never had this strong feeling before and it scared me slightly. Though, as I try to figure this feeling out, I look at Lucanis and suddenly that anxiety, that fear just goes away. It’s like I get this feeling that it’ll be okay. As long as we have each other.

I don’t want to lose him like I lost Silas. It feels wrong that I never told Lucanis about him… His death haunts me like a shadow and… I don't want Lucanis to have any more shadows following him…

I shook this thought away. I wanted to read, relax and I was going to do just that. As soon as I was comfortable enough, I opened my book on birds, and read. I enjoyed quiet mornings sometimes, just like I did when I lived in Antiva city. My little apartment had the best sunrises. The golden light would hit my face and wake me to the smell of the markets below. Spices and perfumes from the vendors below that glided on the winds of sea salt and ocean spray. I would wake up feeling like the sun gave me a blessing that day.

I did occasionally sneak peeks at Lucanis, admiring his face and fawning over how cute he was when he slept. The way he snored as his sleep deepened, his eyes twitching gently as he dreamed, and his random mumbling deep in the night while he slept. I was not used to having someone to wake up to that WASN’T a fling, but quickly, I grew fond of this. This closeness. This intimate physicality we shared between us. These flutters in my chest and stomach. I almost felt giddy.

“Lucanis and I…” I swooned quietly to myself.

I watched over him for what felt like hours, my mind wandering a bit. I imagined I was holding his hand as he laid in bed, he would snuggle into me when it felt colder here. His breath on my neck warming my skin, his soft touch that made me…

His soft touch that made me crave more of him.

My mind suddenly shifted to a more intimate scene. He'd kiss my neck from behind as he groped at my body on days he was feeling the best. Whispering my name like he was a demon of lust, and slipping his fingers from my stomach to the inside of my pants.

I closed my book and shuddered, my mind starting to fill with lustful thinking. They were, however, not unwelcome thoughts. They were thoughts that Lucanis and I could freely express with each other, if we permitted. I had to remind myself of that.

I sat and closed my eyes, letting myself indulge in these vivid desires. His hands on my neck squeezing my throat until I gasped for air. His strong arms pining me to the bed by my wrists, and sinking his teeth into me, feeling them on my neck, my back, and then my thighs. The way hed grip my hips hard and go oh so deeper inside of me… I loved every bit of the pain he gave me during sex. When I piss him off, it's the kind of sex that leaves me breathless. Leaves me aching. My body pays for it the next day, but it's so worth it. He is aggressive, ruthless, and creative when he's angry and he incorporates that into our healthy sex life. I felt my cock start to rub up against my pants, my face going red hot just from thinking about him. I looked down at Lucanis, becoming mesmerized by his thick, pillowy lips. His neck and shoulders were slightly exposed by the blanket. Made me want to sink my teeth into them.

My mind is just filled with him! Creators, I need him. I need him badly this morning. He just makes me go feral for him without even trying. Whatever it is, I need some of that.

I climbed down quietly and crawled into bed with Lucanis, trying gently to nudge him awake. I wanted his musk, his bite, his strong hands leaving marks on my lithe frame. The fact that he’d be grouchy made it even better, because then he’d be merciless.

At first, he didn’t react. I poked at his face a bit and that's when I heard a low growl coming from him.

“Quit. It.” He mumbled out.

His eyes slowly opened a fluttered a bit. Revealing the beautiful chocolatey brown eyes that made me weak.

“But I don't want to.” I said mischievously.

I went to poke him again, his hand coming up and grabbing my wrist.

“Demitrix. I am warning you. I am not responsible for whatever happens to you if you keep prodding me.” He warned quietly.

I giggled a bit and poked anyway, making him growl. His big brown eyes now filled with annoyance. I smiled mischievously back.

“Whatever you say, vecchio.” I mocked.

With a flash of sheets and blankets, he pulled my wrist towards him, and rolled on top of me. Holding onto the one wrist and then grabbing the other, he pinned them together above my head with just one hand. He then sat on my hips, his shirtless body glowing in the yellow light of morning. His ass pressing against my bulge so teasingly through his cloth pants, it almost made me melt right there feeling it. He must have felt my bulge too, because he looked down for a quick second, before speaking through his teeth.

“You are a walking menace, mi amore. It would be wise of you to cease what you are doing. If you don’t-“ he reached under the pillows and pulled out a dagger, pointing it at my throat. “I will cut your delicate skin so methodically and so easily, you'd think I was trained by a butcher.”

My bulge ached harshly as he pointed the dagger at me. His eyes. His body. The way his hair hung down as he looked upon me with his dark and deep gaze. The knife so gently yet so firmly pressed against my neck. Even the slightest movement, I could feel him reposition the knife to keep it to where it was on my neck. He noticed my lustful look, giving me a small subtle smirk as if to say:

“I knew this is what you wanted. I will indulge you.”

I smirked back, my eyes rolling back a bit as I kept feeling the knife.

“I am not scared of you, Demon of Vyrantium.” I spat at him, before relaxing into the bed with a smug grin. “You are just a big soft bird trying to play the demon. I do what I want, WHEN I want. What are you going to do about it?”

He reached his limit, his hand holding the blade went high and sunk the blade into the bed right by my head. Before I could realize that I was not meeting the Maker at that moment, I was rolled on my belly and the blade by my head was pulled from its spot. A hand grabbed a fistful of my hair by its root and shoved my face into the pillows roughly.

“I will hear your grating voice no longer. Time for me to have some fun with you in silence and if I hear you speak again, I will cut out that wagging tongue.” He growled angrily.

I moaned softly, feeling my scalp kicking up with red hot pain as he pulled and held my hair in his fist.

I felt him sit on my thighs, sliding his hand from my scalp to the top part of my back, pressing me down firmly. The dagger he held prodded at the cloth near my balls, and after I jolted from feeling the blade tip near me, he dug the dagger in slightly and precisely cut open my cloth pants where my ass was and left my bits unharmed. He dropped the knife nearby and with one hand, ripped open the incision he made in my pants, fully exposing my ass to him.

“Bastardo!” I yelled, trying to look back at him. “Those were comfy!”

Not to mention that I thought you were going to cut my balls off.

“Oops.” He said mockingly.

I went to try and fight him off but I felt two thick fingers rub on my hole and I melted like ice. Moaning and jolting as his touch sent bolts of electricity up my spine.

“You.. ahh… fucker…!” I gasped out.

“That was quick.” He noted slyly.

“Shut the fu-Ah!” I screamed.

As I was talking, he sunk his fingers into my hole and pushed them as far as he could go. Keeping his hand planted on my back to keep me held down. It made me insane from the way his fingers curled inside of me over and over quickly. He was trying to break me quickly and it was working.

“Oh FUCK! Shit! Lucanis!” I cried out, gripping the bed hard and letting my bratty nature slip away. “Luca! Luuuccaaaaa~!”

“I do love it when you call for me. When you scream for me…Say it more. Who do you treasure? Who do you crave, slut?” Lucanis growled quietly.

My brain said fight it, play hard to get but my mouth was already talking for me.

“You! I treasure you!” I yelled.

I shook, my voice quaking as he started to finger my hole roughly, spreading his fingers inside of me. He played around with my insides, trying to explore me more and deeper, and pressing on random spots on the walls of my hole.

“Say my name, slut!” Lucanis yelled, slapping my ass hard before fingering me harder. “WHO do you treasure?!”

Fuck fuck fuck! He’s going to make me lose control! I cant fucking take it anymore!

“Lucanis Dellamorte! I treasure you, Lucanis Dellamortteeeee!”

He lifted my hips into the air by his fingers slightly, curling them upwards RIGHT UP against my g-spot. The moment his fingers pushed on my prostate, my body shook violently and I screamed in sinful pleasure. My tongue hanging out and my brain sending bursts of electric energy into my stomach, making it contract. I gripped onto our sheets and shot hot, sticky cum into my torn up pants, feeling my eyes rolling back into my skull as he dropped me as ecstasy lingered and spread through my body like a blissful poison. Letting me lay in my soiled pants, he flipped me on my back, and looked over me. A huge sticky spot now on the front of my pants and I just laid there breathless.

Probably admiring his handiwork. Say what you want, that man has got more and more creative as our relationship has grown. I enjoy seeing what he comes up with.

With one more act of defiance, I looked up at him and smugly let out a smile.

“You came close but… Don’t think I am broken yet. You can’t do it.” I said, panting.

His eyes flashed purple.

.

“That’s it.” He snarled.

He grabbed my pants and tore them off of me aggressively. Tearing them apart with his bare hands, his eyes flickering with purple energy. He then tore off a large chuck out of them then two long pieces before shuffling over to me.

Oh no. I’m in danger.

“L-Luca?” I asked nervously.

He shoved the thicker cloth into my mouth and then quickly grabbed my wrists, tying my hands behind my back with one of the large pieces of cloth before dropping me on the bed.

I growled at him before he flipped me on my side, where I noticed he left the last long piece of cloth off to the side of us.

My cock was now twitching again. I was curious as to his thinking, making me forget about my cloth gag and how bratty I was supposed to be acting. Leaving me nervous and heavily aroused instead.

I watched him as he slid me over to him and put one of my legs over his shoulder. Pulling down his own pants in the front, letting his thick cock spring out, precum dripping like honey from his tip and it seemed to twitch with excitement as he got near my ass.

Gods, I want to lick that up… Suck the precum dripping from his massive cock… Maker, Breed me, Lucanis! Fill me to the brim with your seed! Let me feel you use up my tight hole in annoyance!

He leaned over me and grabbed my throat, squeezing it before pushing his rod on my hole..

“I’ve… noticed something. Whenever I choke you out during our romps, you get tighter. You contract your muscles while I am deep inside your guts to keep me deep inside of you.” He grunted, before pushing his member deep inside of me until his balls pressed against my entrance. “The same is true… while I push into you… and it feels really fucking good.”

I gasped as he filled my insides, feeling him squeeze my throat tighter. A shaky groan erupted from his throat as he filled my guts up with his cock and I laid my head down on the bed letting out a loud groan. Even with the rag in my mouth. I could hear my loud moans bouncing off the walls of my room. My hole twitched with pain as he stretched me open but I wanted him to handle it roughly. I wanted him to ruin me.

I tried to cover my mouth but my hands were tightly bound. I couldn't roll over because Lucanis had my leg up by his shoulder, hugging it with his free arm.

He was deep in my guts, and there was no way to move and try to frustrate him more, so I gave up. I laid there, looking up at him, drooling through this rag he had stuffed into my mouth. His eyes alive with mischief and lust.

He started to thrust into me, pumping his hips into my ass once he saw that I had melted. His grunts and groans filled my chambers as he pounded into my twitching hole.

“I bet you like this. Being punished for your bratty behavior. Such a fucking whore.” He snarled down at me, slapping my ass more. “Might as well chain you up and use you when I need stress relief.”

My eyes rolled back as he said that. Honestly, not the worse fate in the world.

Fuck, thats hot… I want him to do that to me so badly. Just for a day.

He let go of my throat, laying me on my back now. His hands now both pinning my thighs down by my head. My muffled screaming got louder as I felt him go crazy in me. Grunting and gasping loudly, I twisted my body around roughly, but it was no use against his force. My body was trembling with ecstasy, his panting getting louder and deeper. I could see him start to grit his teeth, looking like he was holding back a bit.

“Trix, I’m… I’m…. Getting close…”

I growled at him and tried squeezing tightly around him, which seemed to work because he stopped and, unexpectedly, he looked down at me, concerned.

“What are you doing?” He said, pulling the rag out of my mouth. “Are you okay? Do I need to stop?”

Lucanis… My big softie.

“Dont you dare…Pull out of me. Fill me up… to the brim with your seed.”

Lucanis smiled down at me, now looking relieved.

“As you wish, mi amore.” He purred.

He got off me, rolled me on my side before getting behind me and rolled on his back holding onto me, hugging my body to his chest. He sat me on his cock suddenly, making me jolt and cry out.

“Ah! LUCA!”

He reached down and held my thighs up as he laid back, now pounding into my hole hard. Growling and roaring in my ear. I started screaming in delight, feeling his cock rearrange my guts, absolutely no mercy being shown my way.

I laid back in completely ecstasy, riding the pleasure high in my head, my cock now just squirting cum out onto my chest as he pounds into my hole. My mind just swimming as he fucked my hole through my orgasm. All I remember after that is just babbling incoherently as I felt him press his cock deep inside, and my insides feeling something gooey and sticky filling them. Lucanis panting my name in my ear as he hugged me tightly. Kissing the side of my face so lovingly and comfortingly.

My vision suddenly got blurry and my eyes fluttered for a moment. The room spinning before, I felt my head lay back against Lucanis’s shoulder. Darkness overtaking me.

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I awoke still in bed, but covered up by blankets and the sun's light muted to a pale yellow color. Lucanis nowhere to be seen. Though, the pain in my ass was starting to show up as a dull nag. I turned over only to see Emmerich was looking down at me with a playful smile on his face.

“Ah! Master Demitrix, you awaken! Good, Lucanis will be relieved.”

I quickly gathered the blankets on my naked frame and yelped.

“Maker!”

Emmerich only laughed. “My apologies, Demitrix. Lucanis came and got me once he couldn’t figure out why you were not waking after your… session.”

Oh shit. I didn’t mean to worry Lucanis.

“Fuck… Sorry, Emmerich, I promise. I’m alright. L-Lucanis, where is he? Is he-”

Emmerich slowly patted my head, petting my hair softly.

“Eeeeeasy now, Demetrix. Breathe. Our dear friend is perfectly fine. He was in a state of calm panic after you passed out but we managed to calm him down. We assured him that you were going to be just fine. He apparently did not know that once the adrenaline of your session went down, there would be a slim chance that you would… pass out.” Emmerich explained.

“We?” I groaned, covering my face in embarrassment. “Who knows about this besides you?”

“Ah. Well, everyone kind of had a hand in that.”

I groaned louder and Emmerich just chuckled.

“Not to put too fine a point on it, and I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but you are not quiet, Demitrix. We’ve known for several months that you two are quite… Active.” Emmerich whispered softly, a smile dancing across his lips. “It’s quite healthy to be active! Having someone that can keep up with you can actually be benefical to your supply of-”

“THANK YOU, EMMERICH.” I loudly laughed, going to get up but he gently stopped me. “Huh? Emmerich?”

“Please don't be in a hurry to stand up. Lucanis is making breakfast for everyone. He also requested that you stay in bed, as he had something he wanted to discuss with you once you awoke.” Emmerich gently smiled before turning to leave. “Rest well, Demitrix.”

“Thank you… And sorry for worrying you all.”

I watched him leave, laying back. Chastising myself for making Lucanis worried like that.

He is stressed enough and here I am putting more stress on him. I should have warned him that something like that could happen after sex.

In the midst of my thinking, I heard the door open again and Lucanis walked in, holding a tray of food and drink for me.

“Good to see you are awake.” He chirped.

“I didn’t mean to worry you, mi amore. I’m sorry. “ I said dejectedly.

“Why are you sorry? It couldn’t be helped.”

“You brought me breakfast! It smells wonderful, love.” I smiled at him.

“Emmerich said I should give you a protein filled breakfast. Something to help you get your blood sugar up as well.” He said so matter of fact.

“Ah… That’s embarrassing. It’s not the worst thing though.” I sighed.

“No. You could very much be dead.” Lucanis said plainly.

“I always appreciate your bedside manner, my love. It is a comfort.” I laughed.

I took the tray from him and set it on my lap. Lucanis sitting beside me and watching me start to eat. His lips kept parting as if he wanted to say something. Then they would open again and fall silent. Towards the end of my breakfast, I finally looked at him and smiled.

“Mi amore, what is going on? You look like you want to say something to me. Emmerich said whatever you had to say was important and it seems it is. You keep hesitating. Is there something I should know?”

He kept quiet for a minute, looking away from me to stare at the cold ground below him, before he took a very deep breath.

“My family wants to meet you.”

I stayed still.

“Your family? You mean-”

“Illario. My cousin. Viago and Teia. They want to meet you. They know we have been.. Together for a while. Illario sent a letter that he wants to meet you PERSONALLY. That it was time for him to do so.” Lucanis explained nervously.

So many questions ran through my mind, my brain going into a full panic.

Why? Why now? I know that if a marriage is beneficial to the Antivan Crows, and it gives them more power, they usually allow it to happen. Is that what they are doing? Testing me to see if I will be a benefit to the organization if Lucanis and I get married? I never thought Lucanis might want to marry me. He's never even brought it up before. Wait. I’ve also never brought it up before. It might not even be about marriage! Why did I even think about marriage? And so quickly too-

I noticed Lucanis’s whiskey brown eyes staring at me with some concern and some confusion. His head tilted like he was curious before frowning and looking away.

“I understand if this is too much for you. It is a lot all at once and I do not wish to overwhelm you. I will get a letter sent right away to ask him to wait.”

My heart sank seeing his expression. Here I am panicking and he's probably just as scared to ask me to do this. This is scary to both of us. I was not going to let him down. If they ARE attempting to have me prove myself for Lucanis’s hand then…

“I do.” I blurted.

“What?”

“i-I mean I’ll do it! I’ll meet your f-family.”

“Demitrix, This could be rough… These are Talons. Leaders of the organization. I know you, You are stronger than anything I have ever seen, but they can be brutal. Cunning. Conniving, especially Illario. It might be a bit much, even for me. Are you sure? I will not force you to do this.”

I nodded, holding his face.

“Lucanis, if this is important to you, it’s important to me. You and I are together now. I don’t care how brutal this will be. As long as I have you, I can endure anything. Birds of a feather stay together, mi amore.”

He smiled, pressing his forehead against mine. He closed his eyes, and breathed out a sigh and looked into my eyes.

“I love you, Trix. More than anything. Don’t be afraid to… lean on me while we are there. I will be there for you, regardless of anything.”

“I love you too, Luca. I will. Now, when do we leave? How long are we staying?” I asked.

“Next weekend. He wants us there on Thursday in the evening.”

“Anything I should know?”

He went into deep thought, before looking at me with an amused grin. Something inside of me was unsettled.

“Viago De Riva is your Talon, yes?” Lucanis asked.

“Yes? Why?” I urged.

“This is the first time you are meeting him face to face, then?”

“Besides after I met you, Yes. Whhhyyy?” I urged more.

“Apparently, Viago is very interested in meeting you personally. As a potential family member.”

“That’s not disconcerting at all.”

“The only thing you should know is that if Viago is eager to meet you, you should keep your guard up.”

“That’s it?” I scoffed. “Why?”

“He has a pet snake that he travels with. A Death Adder. That was used to almost kill him at one point. The reason he kept the snake was because the snake was the only thing so far that came the closest to killing him. He respected the snake for it.”

I paused, feeling like I was walking into, quite literally, a vipers pit. Looking at Lucanis’s face reassured me though. I felt no fear going into this if it was with him.

“Good luck with Viago.” Lucanis mused

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