#but I like imagining that wolf's fur feels familiar to him

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@tired-reader-writer turns out I had some Arslan Senki: Senshi no Shikaku Isfans on my laptop! Google Translated images because I'm lazy and it looks good enough, lol.

Before the fight with Gieve.

Different scene; pretty sure this is from the anime scenario where Gieve playing his oud lead to Team Arslan coming to his aid when he, Zaravant and Tus rushed ahead.

(I have a headcanon that both Shapur and Isfan intensely dislike feeling indebted to others.)

This was new.

(Honestly, I don't think Isfan or his brother take well to mockery. He's obviously feeling the sting of his poor decision here and assumes Farangis is about to rub salt in the wound. Sadly I don't have any more screencaps to see what was said next!)

Also, I did finally go and check Book 9 to see whether Tanaka truly did retcon/add that Isfan was suckled by a wolf, and yes, it appears that he did! The specific phrase used is 狼の乳, 'wolf's milk'. After being abandoned he was kept alive with wolf's milk until Shapur turned up to rescue him. Makes me wonder how much time passed between him and his mother being abandoned and Shapur finding him? I assume not long (like, not multiple days) because he was still out in the open. Even being wrapped in almost all of his mother's clothing wouldn't protect him from the temperature for long, though if the wolves curled up with him that would have helped.

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not rlly a request but it can be if uw??

I can't stop thinking abt kitty hybrid user and some big cat hybrid gojo (snow leopard, tiger, lion, etc). Suguru originally had hybrid Gojo as a pet, but then found kitty reader and decided to adopt them, and the moment Gojo sees them, he instantly decides that reader is his mate, and just follows them around like a dumb puppy. He'll cling onto reader and groom them all day, licking their fur and their face and not stopping even when reader complains or when Suguru tries to step in. Gojo is super super possesive of reader, and insists on eating, sleeping and bathing with reader, and will start shredding cushions or other things if denied. He's a big cat, so his claws do some serious damage to furniture, so Suguru has no choice but to give in if he doesn't want to spend everything in his bank account to repair the damage. I'd imagine Gojo and reader would have a similar dynamic to your puppygirl and wolf Gojo fics, but Gojo is the one teasing and getting all over reader. Reader's just too innocent to realise what's going on, so they just let Gojo do whatever. Thanks for reading my little blurb, I just needed to get it out!! Hope u have a nice day ❤️

The Preakness in this needs to be studied omg

I want to expand.

KittyHybrid !reader x Tigerhybrid!Gojo

Satoru really thinks he owns you like literally thinks you were bought just for him when that’s not the case, well yeah you were bought for companionship but Suguru also got you because he felt the house was too manly? It would be nice to have a girl around. So he got ur little cute self, at the hybrid facility you were the sweetest thing ever, you’d lay yourself all over Suguru in a ploy to go home with him, he of course gave in.

The first few days he has to keep you separated from Satoru for obvious reasons, Satoru is extremely protective over the house, Suguru can’t have any company over besides Shoko who he tolerates in his space. When he first smelt you he was angry, he couldn’t tell you what you were so he was on edge, the thing is he had only smelled you not seen you.

Suguru has you in another room letting you get familiar with Gojos scent and also letting him get familiar with yours, Gojo really won’t leave the locked door you’re behind alone he’s constantly coming near it to sniff and try to unlock it, Suguru has to guide him to get away from it every single time.

When he does meet you a warmth blooms within his chest, women are such a rarity for Satoru especially other hybrids, you don’t come from the same family as him but he’s so obsessed.

He insists that he have an hour licking session of him using his slimy tongue to clean you even though you really don’t need it! Everytime you try to pry him off in a whiny tone he’s hearing none of it. It gets to the point where you have to whine for a suguru to help you: he does but Satoru has the meanest fucking expression on his face when you’re pried from his arms. He goes on to have an attitude for the rest of the day.

You’re so right about Gojo scratching couches with his sharp claws in retailiation, he gets soo clingy with you, so angry when Suguru separates you it’s so bad that like you said Suguru doesn’t want to deal with him ruining expensive things around the house, that doesn’t mean he’ll let Satoru do whatever he wants with you there are some limits.

Most of the time you’re nice and pliant in Satoru’s lap, you don’t fight back when he carries you around the house simply just letting the huge tiger do what he pleases.

You don’t seem to mind when he rubs himself all over you, purring so loudly because he’s just that obsessed with the docile kitty.

Tiger!Satoru loves your little cunt just as much as he loves the rest of you, he’s only gotten to feel your warm insides once because that’s where Suguru drew the line hard. It was the best day of his life, all you did was mewl below him while he stuffed you full of his fat cock, he came so quickly that night.

He craves to feel you again but Suguru stood his ground, he’d get rid of you if it came to that again (not that he wanted to, Suguru really loved having you around the house it was just an empty threat that seemed to work)

Tiger!Satoru will settle for licking and giving you nasty slippery kisses!

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PART 10 Blood, Fur and Magic

Vampire Viktor x reader x Werewolf Jayce

Warnings: Vampire things, werewolf things, light swearing, possessiveness, smut, sexual, intimacy, poly relationship, angst, violence swearing

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Geez ten parts already XD

“You did it” Jayce says eyes wide his fingers tracing the tune on Viktor’s chest.

“You did it!” He says kissing you suddenly making you freeze in shock.

“Jayce” Viktor chuckles softly, cupping Jayces cheek.

“Right, sorry” Jayce says giving you an apologising look.

“That’s it?” You say and they both frown.

“Those assholes couldn’t just tell me that?!” You say annoyed.

“Sweet thing” Viktor whispers his hand cupping your neck his forehead resting on the side of your head. You shiver closing your eyes feeling a rush of emotions from him making you both tense.

“I can… feel everything” he says his hand tightening its hold around your neck. You suppress a shiver as Viktor trails the tip of his nose over your ear and down your neck. A flutter of anticipation hits you the strange want to feel his fangs in your neck.

“Oh you sweet thing” Viktor says hoarsely and chuckles. You open your eyes looking to Jayce whose eyes are shining a brilliant gold, his pupils dilated. His eyes look to your lips before he leans in capturing your lips in a soft but passionate kiss. Viktor smiles against your neck fingers moving your hair out the way slightly before he kisses along the flesh there. You let out a small noise, leaning closer to Jayce to chase his lips when he leans back.

“I can feel your desire coursing through your body” Viktor says and you shiver again. You can feel his too it’s stronger though something more deep, hungrier.

“We- shouldn’t” you say and both men frown.

“This is Mel’s house” you mumble and Jayce chuckles.

“You’re right” he says gently resting his forehead against yours.

“The bond” you mutter hand resting on Viktor’s chest. You can feel the rune pulse in time with his slow heart. You look to Jayce who smiles and nods. You take a small breath and hold your hand over his heart trying to focus. Nothing happens though, you frown opening your eyes before closing them again and nothing happens hoping your annoyance.

“This is bullshit” you state and Jayce chuckled holding your hand.

“You’ll get it eventually” he says not bothered as you are.

You don’t get it, you try for days and nothing. You try to invoke feelings to spur your magic think of Jayce being cold like Viktor did in your dream and nothing. It kills you inside, the sad look Jayce does before he replaces it with a soft smile saying it’s ok. It makes you want to throttle him it isn’t alright leaving him out he’s apart of the bond he needs to be apart of the bond and your stupid magic won’t do its damn job. You sit in the gardens late looking over the beautiful purple and blue flowers you don’t know the name of. You have a tendril of blue magic floating around your hand moving to your will while you stare absently. There’s been no visions for the last days and you’re thankful, if you saw Jayce like that, cold, detached it would break your heart again, seeing Viktor was bad enough but Jayce? The golden boy of beautiful smiles? That would ruin you. You notice a shift in the garden and frown, you see a figure, a familiar large figure you almost forgot of fur and wolf ish features.

“Jayce?” You call out softly glancing to the moon. It’s hidden behind clouds but you assume it’s full. Why didn’t he tell you?

“Jayce?” You call again noticing his form shaking and shivering. You stand up and approach slowly only you notice his fire isn’t a dark brown. It’s a dirty blond, you gasp and tumble back at the foreign red eyes that stare at you. It’s gone before you can do anything though, like a figment of imagination and you sigh sitting back down on the bench nearby. You frown a bit was there other werewolves in Piltover? The undercity? Surely there’d be history or records, rumours in old papers about such things. Your body tingles a bit something it does now when Viktor is nearby.

“Viktor” you greet softly as he sits by you.

“You look tired” he says cupping your face gently to look at him before you move your head away.

“Why isn’t the bond working with Jayce?” You sigh running a hand through your hair.

“I do not know” Viktor says with a small frown on his face.

“Stupid mages, stupid prophecy’s” you clench your jaw and fists.

“He looks so hurt when it doesn’t work and I feel like utter shit after wards” you sigh.

“Jayce understands” Viktor says.

“No, it’s not good enough I feel-“ you huff softly.

“I do understand” Jayce says approaching the bench you sit on. He sits down by you taking one of your clench fists in his hand. You sigh intertwining your fingers with his leaning against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry” you mutter to him.

“Don’t be, I know you can’t control it, sure it hurts I can’t be connected to you both, but we’ll figure it out” Sweet Jayce ever the optimistic. He presses a gentle kiss to your head before the three of you sit in silence.

“Do you think there are other werewolves or vampires out there in the cities?” You ask.

“I don’t know” Jayce says.

“I haven’t sensed anyone like us” Viktor comments.

“We must be special” you joke lightly and Jayce chuckles softly.

“Something like that” he mutters.

“Come on, let’s get bed” Jayce says sitting up tugging you with him before holding his hand out to Viktor who takes it. Jayce leads you both inside to the room you’re staying in.

“I dibs being on the middle” Jayce says and you laugh softly shaking your head. Jayce indeed sleeps in the middle one arm around Viktor one arm around you, your hand and Viktor’s hand clasped over the middle of his chest. Jayce falls sleeps too quickly, it makes you slightly jealous when you hear his soft snores after ten minutes. Viktor’s thumb traces patterns over your knuckles his eyes closed, but not asleep. It’s strange what you can feel from him through the bond. Emotions, fleeting thoughts and memory’s, you can sense him more clearly now.

“When’s the next full moon?” You ask softly.

“Three days” Viktor whispers and you nod. Jayce hasn’t been on edge like before. You try not to dwell on it as you fall into slumber.

You’re in the middle of a field, the grass is a dark straw colour dead from the blazing sun. There’s shimmers and flecks of blue around you and a powerful thrum in your veins. You should be used to waking up in weird places by now, but six figures are there again there either side red and blue.

“I did it! I created the bond!” You yell at them.

“Only half” both sides say.

“Yeah well I’ve been trying ok! You didn’t give me any instructions or anything!” You huff at them.

“You need to destroy them” there’s a loud whisper in either ear making you flinch even though the figures stand far away.

“Who?” You ask.

“The darkness”

“The light” two whispers again. It makes your head spin a bit. You notice the shimmers and flecks hovering above the ground one side is blue and the other is red, with you in the middle.

“I’ve already accepted the bond though!” You call out.

“Destroy!” The voice is a mix and something entirely different. There’s a flicker of a figure in a mask two red glowing eyes staring at you.

You gasp body tensing as you wake up. You’re still lying by Jayce, his arm around you securely. Viktor’s hand in yours.

“I saw it” Viktor whispers and you look to him in the moonlit room.

“You saw my dream?” You mutter and he nods.

“Did you hear that voice? It wasn’t the normal ones” you sigh.

“I saw the scenes I couldn’t hear it” he whispers and you nod rubbing your eyes.

“There’s something else out there” you mutter.

Next part ->

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Imagine:

Imprinting on Bella Swan

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

It's hoa hoa hoa hoa hoaaa season y'all they might feel ooc i havent seen the movies in forever

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With the leaves changing and the weather resuming its almost never-ending chill, Bella hoped a new season marked a fresh beginning. Her first year in Forks proved to be far from what she'd expected when her father picked her up from the airport to haul her back to her old childhood home. She hardly expected much from the quiet, peaceful town but being introduced to the Cullens and then learning of a whole secret world hidden away from the eyes and minds of humans had promptly turned her world upside down. 

Vampires and shapeshifters roamed the Earth, some killing and others protecting mankind. She never thought her friendship with the odd boy in science class would lead to her discovering beautiful creatures that glimmered in sunlight and drank blood nor that it would lead to her old friend becoming the enemy of the coven by shifting into a gorgeous yet intimidating wolf. Of course, the thing that'd caught her off guard the most hadn't been blood-sucking immortals or oversized dogs... but the fact she had a soulmate.

A soulmate who was as grumpy and aloof as his twin sister. 

"Bella! You came!" 

She'd never admit it aloud, least of all to Edward, but a warm feeling always rushed through her when she visited the reservation and was greeted joyfully by the boys. Jared shot off the porch, his bare feet leaving imprints on the ground before his arms picked her up and brought her to his chest. She released a breathless chuckle and stumbled slightly when her feet returned to the ground only to be lifted once more with Seth and Embry's greetings. 

"I wouldn't want to miss the bonfire." She chuckled, a thankful smile sent Seth's way when he steadied her. She caught Emily lingering in the doorway and raised a meek hand to wave. "I hear your brother's back in town, Seth." 

As expected, Seth's sweet brown eyes lit up. "Yeah! He and Leah should actually be-" He cut himself off for a moment to scan the woods surrounding the small wooden house Emily and Sam called home. His concreated features softened and he raised his hand to point toward the figures emerging from the treeline.

Despite how much the Cullens fussed, Bella thought the wolves were as equally as majestic as them. She smiled immediately at the familiar sight of Jacob's reddish-brown fur as the three wolves trotted across the field toward them. Jacob's pace quickened and once close enough, he dipped his head and gently pressed it against her stomach. She ran her fingers through his soft yet damp fur in greeting, still taken aback by the sheer size of him and his packmates. 

"Hey, Leah," Bella greeted softly, raising her attention to the woman and earning a grunt in response. Leah was just as beautiful as the others, perhaps more with the mixtures of silver, dark gray, and hints of brown strung along her coat. The shifter gave a quiet huff, and even an eye roll, before she began turning away to shift in the privacy of the woods. 

"This is my brother, Bella. (Y/N), this is Bella Swan, the coolest girl in town." 

Chuckling bashfully, Bella retracted her hand from Jacob's fur and rubbed the wetness off on her jeans before she stepped to the side to peer around Jacob's form and take in the last wolf. He reminded her of a mixture of Leah and Seth with the clash of brown and silver fur and (E/C) eyes that seemed almost scrutinizing until the two of them locked eyes. Her lips parted to greet him but the words died in her throat when she noticed him tense and go completely rigid.

With a frightening snarl that sent a jolt up her spine and made her flinch back, Jacob ripped his head away from her to face the older boy with bared teeth and the fur along his back rising like that of an angry cat. Jared's arms circled Bella, pulling her back and behind them despite the amused grin spreading out across his face. Bella flinched again and gasped when Jacob lunged forward toward (Y/N), their bodies tangling and rolling down the grassy field in a blur of fur and snapping jaws. Leah raced after them swiftly, her body slamming into Jacob's to peel him off her twin and thus turning Jacob's abrupt anger onto her.

"Come inside, Bella. Let the boys handle this." Emily called out to her gently, watching her stumble toward the house and carefully taking her hand with a comforting squeeze. "Sam will take care of them, alright? I made some muffins for you but I'm afraid Jared already took a bite out of one."

"W-What- I- Is (Y/N) okay?" Bella stuttered out, feeling Emily's arm wrap around her shoulder and lead her toward the dining table where the basket of freshly baked muffins waited to be plucked. She took one into her hand and found herself unable to stop from turning toward the window to watch as Sam's bulky black-furred form shoved itself between the three. "What happened? Everything was fine."

"Imprinting happened," Paul laughed as he stepped into the house, snatching the muffin Embry reached for and flashing him a smirk. "Jake's girl got snatched right from under his nose." 

"What are you talking about?" Bella's head snapped toward the short-fused man, her brows knitting tightly together and gaze flickering between the rest of the pack as they piled into the house. 

With a sympathetic smile, Seth shrugged. "I guess you're my new sister-in-law, Bella."

"He won't talk to me, Jake." 

"I know," Jake murmured glumly as he stuck a marshmallow at the end of his stick, the cool breeze tussling his hair but barely phasing him despite the cold nipping insistently at her cheeks. "It's messing with him but he's as stubborn as Leah. He wants to be around you, he can't help it, and it bothers him. (Y/N)'s never been the type to give up control. It took a year for him to even join the pack and follow Sam's orders." 

Bella tilted her head further down the beach where (Y/N) sat on the cold sand away from them. She found him already staring at her but when she lifted her hand to wave, he turned his attention back to the rolling waves. "What's going to happen to him? Can.. he die from ignoring me?" The quiet snort from Jake made her swat at his arm. "I'm serious, Jake!"

"I know, I know, I..." Jake released a heavy sigh, the light of the fire reflecting in his brown eyes. He hovered his stick over the flickering flames, checking on the marshmallow as they waited for it to cook. "It's not good for him to ignore it but it won't kill him. He's making himself uncomfortable."

"I'm making him uncomfortable. I told you it was a bad idea-"

"Bella, you're his soulmate. You'll never make him uncomfortable and that's what's bothering him. Take this to him and just.. talk to him." Jake blew away the flame from the toasted marshmallow and offered her the stick, giving her an encouraging nod despite the way his lips tugged into a small frown. "Try your best.. or else Leah will rip your head off." 

Bella gave a small huff. "I don't think her brothers would like that." 

Taking a deep breath and flashing Seth an appreciative smile when he offered a thumbs-up, Bella began the trek across the short distance toward the seated young man. He glanced at her, the ever-present scowl reminding her of his sister, but the fact he remained in his spot gave her a small boost of confidence. She carefully lowered herself down, crossing her legs and giving the marshmallow a few taps to check the heat before tentatively offering it to him. 

When (Y/N) continued staring forward, she pursed her lips but her eyes caught the way his body seemingly relaxed. "You haven't said a word to me since the bonfire, and I know it can't be a good feeling. Seth said you'd come around eventually but it's been weeks and- and I don't want to see you get hurt, okay? Stop.. stop fighting it." 

"It should have been Jacob." (Y/N) muttered, taking the stick and biting into the marshmallow. "He's the idiot in love with-" His brows furrowed in irritation and he ripped the marshmallow off the stick, shoving the rest in his mouth and tossing the stick aside. 

"But it wasn't Jake," Bella spoke softly, hesitantly reaching out to place her hand over his knee. "And I don't plan on rejecting you."

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Jonsa Reunion

Safe and Sound 1k (I just have to highlight that this was posted in 2014)

Sansa escapes Baelish and finds her way to Castle Black.

Kiss of Undeath ficlet by @haraways

Sansa brings Jon back with a kiss.

Without You I Am Nothing 1k by @asbestosmouth

Castle Black is monochrome, but Sansa blazes like the fires of Rh'llor. Jon cannot help but burn.

Gifsets: Jonsa Hug by @joanna-lannister, Jonsa Hug by @c-sand, The Girl in Grey, Jonsa Hug 1, 2 by @kitnjon

Art: Jonsa Hug, Jonsa Hug by @vierverdeen, Jonsa Hug by @themarmic

Jon Comes Back Wrong

grave-dirt 3k by @charmtion

The edge of the world. The yawning dark. In his chest, a strange sluggish beat.

back in the pulse 2k WIP by @chispas-and-broken-bindings

(Who are you?) A dead man. A monster. The mistake of many and one. (And what have you lost?) Everything. (And what have you found?) You. (And what will you do with me?) Protect you. Always.

Made of Echos and Ice 1k by @thewolvescalledmehome

Ever since coming down from the Eyrie, Sansa has had the same dream. A wolf with white paws pacing in the snow. When she learns of the betrayal at the Wall, Sansa decides to do something about her dream.

i fall to pieces (when i'm with you) 70k by usuallysunny

"Go North. Only North. Jon is Lord Commander at the Castle Black. He'll help you." He'd had good intentions, this broken shadow of a man who used to be Theon, and he couldn't have known. Sansa finds a Lord Commander at Castle Black. He has steel-grey eyes, her father's eyes, and a dark beard framing a strong jaw, and he looks and sounds and moves like Jon... But he's not Jon.

Always Her ficlet by @temporal-tempest

Jon Snow came back darker, unreachable until her hand touched his face. This is what happens when you threaten that which has become the only warmth in a dark heart.

At Castle Black

My eyes were wide open 10k by @eruherdiriel

She hesitates, then reaches for his free hand, his other still tangled in Ghost’s fur. Their palms meet, hers warm against his chilly one, and the relief that rushes through him at her touch almost makes him close his eyes and forget the throbbing pain. “Do you remember what happened?” All he recalls are knives in the dark and cold, bitter cold. * It is in dreams that Jon begins to remember who he is.

Kisses Remembered, Kisses Forgotten 2k by QueenOfSloths

She remembers the kiss that he took. The only thing she doesn’t remember is him taking it. There are times when she is almost certain that she gave it willingly.

'cause i know that it's delicate 4k by @noqueenbutthequeeninthenorth

Set during "Book of the Stranger," immediately after Sansa arrives at the Wall. He goes to build the fire back up, and for a few minutes he stays silent, kneeling at the hearth, not looking at her. Finally he clears his throat. “I know,” he begins, “it’s not exactly what you’re used to — ” “You’d be surprised what I’m used to.”

make your fingers soft and light 10k by @ladyalice101

Jon goes quiet again, and his hand retracts, but just as quickly he is touching her again, oil on his fingers. He works methodically, moving from one wound to the next, one scar to another, from the base of her back to the top of her spine. It’s so gentle, so caring, and the longer it goes on the more Sansa relaxes, the safer she feels. Her eyes dip close under his rhythmic ministrations, and her mind goes blank, and she starts to feel the familiar lull of sleep edge around her mind. “This is supposed to make the scars fade?” Jon asks as he finishes up, his warm hands leaving her back, making her feel cold and startling her from her reverie. “Yes.” She isn’t sure she imagines the tightness in his voice when he speaks again. “If you are to do this every night, then I will gladly assist you.” // Jon rubs a soothing balm into Sansa's scars every night. But that's it. Nothing more. Definitely not. He's just there to help her do what she can't do herself.

as the night came down in a Nordic sky ficlet by @miazeklos

During her first night in Castle Black, Sansa reunites with the true North, and Jon welcomes her home.

Cold Nights at Castle Black ficlet by @estherruth-jonsatrash

They were grown now, childhood behind them. Yet they had been sharing a bed more like children, with the cold at Castle Black leaving them in need of warmth. At least at first.

How I wish you would take me for granted ficlet by @trollslanda

Sometimes her hands would shake- Solely in private, when she broke her quiet surface to gasp for air. Around others she still had a mental block, passively guarding her, bringing out the Stark iron. It made her keep her back straight and eyes steady, put up a solid front. Sometimes it felt like she was rusting from the inside and her brittle bones would never be whole again. --- Set shortly after Sansa has arrived at Castle Black, when she's still learning to feel safe. As it turns out, Jon is really good at that kind of thing.

Remedy ficlet by @wildflower-daydreamer

The night Jon and Sansa reunite at Castle Black.

To break and to mend ficlet @dreams-for-spring

In those moments nothing else matters and they forget what they have lost; in those moments they are more than the sum of their broken parts.

In the quiet of the night 4k by dreams-for-spring

It becomes a habit; each night she unlatches her chamber door, and each night Jon enters just as bashfully as before. Some nights he brings terrible sour wine, and others bitter ale for them to share as they sit around the hearth speaking of everything that has happened–everything except what has passed between him and his black brothers. She knows that is a topic he is not ready to share. Still, she does not find sleep when he leaves, but at least for those brief hours she is not alone, and something small inside of her begins to burn brighter with each night that passes. She tries to ignore the voice that tells her it is hope; hope is a dangerous thing for people like them.

Tous Deux On est Repartis dans le Tourbillon de la Vie 1k by @melimelo-ao3

He couldn’t even begin to picture what she had endured, what she had lived through. Yet, hearing her pleading in the night, he would give anything to know, to be able to understand her, to soothe her. He had only ever wanted to soothe her.

Gifsets: Where Will We Go by c-sand, Brienne Reacts to Jonsa, New Dress by @jonstarks How Could We Know, Sansa Tries Ale, Where Will We Go, Sansa Making Jon's Cloak, I Made This for You by kitnjon

Traveling the North

Five Times They Touch 1k by @justchunkit

She doesn’t touch him for days. Weeks. They travel from keep to stronghold, living in close quarters as they’d never done even as children. She is so close, but an icy veneer has covered the exhausted girl he’d started to know, and they can hardly exchange a good morning without it evolving into an argument.

Some Love Stories Need a Little Help 2k @graceverse

Or how Tormund effectively makes Jon share a tent with Sansa

Unnatural 2k by @amymel86

Once he is close enough, she leaps at him, arms wrapping him up and his nose buried in her copper hair. The shuddering exhale he expels is the most amount of sound he’s made in days but all he can hear is Sansa’s sniffling and the way their two hearts talk to one another in beats of the same song.

Gifsets: Arguing, Eye Contact, Jon Reacting to Sansa by jonstarks Side by Side by @baelerion

Pre Battle of the Bastards

we may only have this night 2k by wearycities

She summoned an image of Jon in her mind. When he saw her, at Castle Black. His eyes, his face. His hands letting go of the railing, like it had burned him. She could not stop thinking about his hands. She had turned the memory over and over in her mind on countless sleepless nights, wondering what it meant. After her argument with Jon the night before the Battle of the Bastards, Sansa returned to his tent.

The Madness of Dead and Broken Things 1k by @estherruth-jonsatrash

The first time, Jon tells himself it’s the last time. Jon gives into his feelings for Sansa the night before the Battle of the Bastards, telling himself he'll die the next day. He isn't prepared for the after of survival.

the night before the fight ficlet by @sailorshadzter

jon & sansa spend a night together before the battle of the bastards. pre parental reveal hookup, read at your own risk. nsfw.

Before the Storm 1k

Snowflakes fell from the grey sky, covering the ground in white even more than it already was. Grey and white, Sansa thought to herself. The Stark colors.

A gaze across a field 1, 2 ficlets by fedonciadale

Sansa's thoughts as she contemplates the possible outcome of the battle.

Gifsets: Arguing, You Don't Have to Be Here, I'll protect You I Promise by jonstarks, Pre and During BotB by baelerion, Jon Pummeling Ramsay by kitnjon, Jon Pummeling Ramsay by c-sand

Post Battle of the Bastards

Bloodstains and Stitches Chapter 1 and 2 by @trollslanda

Two scenes set after Battle of the Bastards: 1. In the courtyard, Jons pov. Post-battle calmdown and fluff I guess but also there's dead bodies and stuff. I dunno. 2. Sansa cleaning his wounds and stitching him up, her pov. A pretty sweet scene where they get a moment to breathe.

A Little Friction ficlet by @justchunkit

“You don’t know anything about me.” “Because you won’t tell me anything!” After the Battle of the Bastards, Jon and Sansa try to get to know each other.

Of Justice and Ghosts 1k by @lurikko

He knows his sister is watching him carefully like they are the only two humans left in the world, as they in a way are, and that makes his every remaining piece crumble.

Ghosts that We Knew 7k @the-prophet-lemonade

In the wake of the Battle of the Bastards, and the proclamation of the North's fealty to the Starks once more, Jon and Sansa see the ghosts of their family all-around. Sometimes, it becomes difficult to separate the past from the present when so many that they love are dead. A series of vignettes based around "nostalgia", and Jon & Sansa compared to Ned & Catelyn and the rest of their family.

they say that we’re out of control and some say we’re sinners 14k

Doesn’t have enough time to reminisce on the past because she’s turned around, and he’s seen her face, and it’s her. Can’t be anyone but her even underneath all that smudged dirt on her pale cheeks. Would know the red of her hair anywhere, he thinks. Doesn’t linger on the why, and instead descends down the steps and towards her. She’s turned her body so she’s facing him now, her eyes tracking his every move, his doing the same. They’re so in sync it’s terrifying, really.

Five Kisses 1k by @ben-barnes-is-my-husband

The five kisses that Jon and Sansa have shared.

Undisclosed Desires 4k Nina36

“Why did you stop?” She asked. I was ashamed. He was yours. I was terrified that you saw who I am. He was yours to kill. It was what you needed.

bet you didn't know that i was dangerous 4k by @ladyalice101

“I mean that your brother took a woman to bed, and when he had his way with her, he said your name into her ear over and over again.” // In which Littlefinger tests for Jon's weaknesses, and discovers a secret.

Soiled 5k by @orangeflavoryawp

"'Talk to me, Sansa,' he pleads, voice wavering, and she shuts her eyes to the sound. Like a gale. Like a mountain coming down. This is how it empties from her. 'What do you want me to say?"' she bites out, voice quaking." - Jon and Sansa. The start of their descent.

Dark in Bloom 8k by orangeflavoryawp

"His gravity wavers, the axis of his world tilted to the measure of her lips." - Jon and Sansa. The stain of desire bleeds slowly between them.

Hallowed 5k by orangeflavoryawp

“’Tell me,’ he growls, more demand than he’s ever given her – crown or not – and the feeling is heady in its fervency. Sansa stares him down, mouth a harsh frown. She doesn’t resist his hold, doesn’t ease into it either. ‘He says your affections for me aren’t… brotherly.’” - Jon and Sansa. An encounter with Lord Baelish brings the truth of their desires to light.

but still you stumble, feet give way, outside the world seems a violent place 3k by @parkersedith

When she looks at him, she cannot see anyone other than Jon, especially with him wearing a simple breeches and tunic, divested of all ornaments, even Longclaw. She can only see Jon, not her bastard half-brother, not the King in the North, not the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, not a wildling, but only Jon, the Jon who took Winterfell back with her, the Jon who fought their battle, the Jon who has been there, at her side, ever since she found him again. or; instead of roaming winterfell when she cannot sleep, sansa goes to jon, and to jon's bed. it's not quite as illicit as it sounds, and gives them a chance to finally, truly, talk

In the quiet of the night 4k by @dreams-for-spring

It becomes a habit; each night she unlatches her chamber door, and each night Jon enters just as bashfully as before. Some nights he brings terrible sour wine, and others bitter ale for them to share as they sit around the hearth speaking of everything that has happened–everything except what has passed between him and his black brothers. She knows that is a topic he is not ready to share. Still, she does not find sleep when he leaves, but at least for those brief hours she is not alone, and something small inside of her begins to burn brighter with each night that passes. She tries to ignore the voice that tells her it is hope; hope is a dangerous thing for people like them.

love is more than telling me you want it 2k

When he smiles at her, she feels warmth flooding back into her bones. She’d almost forgotten what it feels like, she’s been cold for so long. Sansa and Jon learn to be something other than ships passing in the night.

Gifsets: Jon Looking at Sansa by jonstarks, Sansa Looking at Jon by baelerion, Forehead Kiss by joanna-lannister, Winter Is Here by kitnjon, Forehead Kiss by c-sand

PRE CANON - WESTERN - FAIRYTALES - REGENCY - LITTLE WOMEN - HOLIDAY - next week -> ANNE OF GREEN GABLES

[sheawritesstuff]

Wolf-Shaped Blanket

[Sam x Darlin]

[Fluff - 454 words]

[Nice short fic because they're cute and I love them]

Darlin groaned and kicked at the blankets while they tossed and turned in bed. They scrunched their face up as they struggled to get comfortable.

“Hey, you alright? Looks like you've got a one-man mosh pit goin on over here,” Sam joked as he walked toward the bed. He set the newly retrieved water bottle on their bedside table and looked at them inquisitively.

“I can feel my skin and it's pissing me off,” they complained. They kicked at the blankets one last time before giving up and melting back into the bed. Darlin tipped their head up and let out a sound that rode the line between a groan and a growl.

The vampire sat on the edge of the mattress and hummed as he considered their options. He clicked his tongue a few times before putting his hands up against the sides of his head. He mimicked the shape of wolf ears and lifted his eyebrows.

“You sure you're not just trying to get a sentient weighted blanket out of this?” Darlin teased.

“Baby, let's be honest, I'd get that whether you were shifted or not. I just want my Darlin to be as comfortable as possible.” He leaned down to kiss their head and carefully untangled the blankets from their sprawled limbs.

Darlin practically threw themself out of bed and all but ripped their clothes off. Once they were bare, they hopped back on the bed on all fours and shifted into their familiar canine form. The tension visibly eased from their body as they let out a low whine. Sam noticed the subtle wag of their tail, but decided not to mention it.

The cowboy maneuvered around the giant wolf in his bed and settled into his side of the bed. He then patted his chest a few times and grinned up at his shifter mate.

Taking the hint, they crawled on top of their partner and laid flat with their head on his shoulder. They nuzzled against his cheek and looked at their lover with the biggest puppy dog eyes imaginable. They'd never admit that part, of course, but Sam knew. That's all that really matters, right?

Sam rubbed his thumb up and down their snout and between their eyes in a gentle repetitive motion until their eyes fluttered closed.

“Good night, Darlin’,” Sam whispered. He kissed their nose with a soft smile. “Sweet dreams.” He buried his hands in the soft fur on their neck and gently scratched. The vampire kept the same rhythm long after his big bad wolf had fallen asleep.

Their weight on top of him paired with the gentle and repetitive motion filled him with a warm calmness. He could get used to this.

[liannelara-dracula]

Shin’s Wolf Form Hcs

Description: Hcs about him being a wolf & what he does in his wolf form with you.

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🐺 🧡In general Shin is a handful but in his wolf form, it is even worse. But in this form, he can be especially kind to you as well.

🐺 🧡What I will first say is that his wolf form is quite large, bigger than the average wolf.

🐺 🧡He stands quite tall and holds a rather unapproachable look in appearance as he is a wolf but a viscous-looking one even if he’s not exactly growling at you.

🐺 🧡However, what doesn’t scare you away is his eyes, they never look at you in anger.

🐺 🧡 He only looks angry towards those that are a threat so as you can imagine he has saved you from other wolves which have tried to hurt you.

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🐺 🧡And what makes you love his wolf form is his fur because he is very fluffy.

🐺 🧡He really loves nature and has a huge connection to it as a wolf and even in his human-like form, he is still connected to nature.

🐺 🧡So you will find him in the forest a lot whether or not he's in his wolf form.

🐺 🧡 This leads me to think he is able to communicate well with other animals even if it's not verbally.

🐺 🧡And he can command other wolves so it's very easy for him to get what he wants and for animals to flee if he pleases.

🐺 🧡He is quite vain about his power though.

🐺 🧡Though with being a wolf you have come to realize how rough he can be, of course, he's learned to be gentle around those he cares for.

🐺 🧡Still, you have yet to learn of his antics as he still loves to mess around, no matter the form he possesses.

🐺 🧡When Shin first turned in front of you, you had no idea what was in store, nor what he’d look like.

🐺 🧡Shin pulled you by the hand as he guided you to the forest as you looked around before saying, “I still don’t understand why we're here.” You’d look at him confused.

🐺 🧡 He looked at you and sighed, “There is something I’ve been meaning to surprise you with as you’ve been wondering.”

🐺 🧡 “Shin, what are you planning?” You asked a little concerned seeing he was prone to joking harshly with others.

🐺 🧡 “Just wait here, love.” He’d smile, letting go of your hands and walking off.

🐺 🧡 Waiting around you got a little bored and wondered if he had just ditched you. “Shin, how much longer are you going to—“ you’d yelp, falling forward onto the ground.

🐺 🧡“Ouch—uh oh." You’d gasp, completely frozen in your spot as you saw the wolf before you.

🐺 🧡Swallowing hard you’d try to remain calm, "Shin, where are you . . ." You looked around a little worried as the animal approached you as you thought about what he said, you knew he had a wolf form just never seen it. And strangely enough, this wolf looked oddly familiar as if you had seen it before--before you had come to know him.

🐺 🧡Then the realization hit you, the wolf was Shin.  "Oh my--you knew me before--you were that wolf from a while ago!” You’d gasp with shock as he was quite close now.

🐺 🧡Hesitantly you’d outstretch your hand before retracting it to ask, “Do you mind if I?” You looked at the wolf as he seemed to not care and only came closer.

🐺 🧡Getting comfortable you began even to itch the back of his ears and he got very comfortable. To the point where you also feel the fur on his neck too and he’s just so fluffy.

🐺 🧡You’d smile at him, “You’re so fluffy.” You’d giggle causing him to growl slightly.

🐺 🧡“What? It’s not like you aren’t. I didn’t expect you to be so soft. Why didn’t you show me this form sooner?” You’d ask pulling your hand away from his fur before he looked at you.

🐺 🧡“Ah!” You’d shriek, as he’d lick your cheek before pinning you down with his paws.

🐺 🧡“Shin. Stop it, it tickles.” You’d giggle turning away to hide but failed to do so with his strength and only twist and turned.

🐺 🧡In this situation he made you catch your breath and admired your figure and heaving chest with a slight smile if it was possible, his nose touched yours for a moment. Who knew he could be so sweet.

🐺 🧡After letting you be, you sat up smiling and thinking of walking but he already planned on leaving, “Wait, Shin.” You’d sigh. Not before long did you hear your lover's voice again who was putting on a shirt.

🐺 🧡“Well love, I take it you enjoyed my surprise? Though I didn't imagine you'd be scared at first." He teased, leading you to avert your eyes.

🐺 🧡"I wasn't scared, I was alarmed that's all. Especially because you have known me longer than I thought."

🐺 🧡"I had to get to know you, love. If a girl isn't afraid of a wolf I think she's worthy enough of my trust." He said looking at you, making you flustered as you looked down trying to ignore his sincerity.

🐺 🧡“Well, after I figured you weren’t the biting type I was able to trust you.” You stated.

🐺 🧡Once he had shown you his form, you got to bond with him differently but you also learned a lot.

🐺 🧡For example, he likes to be in the forest and sometimes there is a lake nearby, and if you are arguing with him in his wolf form or you're just mad at him while you two are walking, he’d shove you into the lake.

🐺 🧡This is because he loves teasing you but also enjoys water, in fact, he sometimes swims in the lake, and pushing you in is his way of inviting you to join him.

🐺 🧡He’s ripped your skirt because you two have argued and has even gone as far as tripping you too.

🐺 🧡Oh when you’re mad at him, like really mad he tries to snuggle with you and practically whines while you try to push him off even though he knows you can't resist the fluff so he wins.

🐺 🧡You play tag with him and at first, he looks at you like "You're joking right?" but then gets into it. And he’s a lot faster so he’s always chasing after you and tackling you down.

🐺 🧡He’s licked your thigh sexually to catch you off guard, mostly just to hear you scream so he can tease you about it later.

🐺 🧡Rest his face against your thigh and sometimes nuzzles into it when he wants attention or he’s trying to get you to not be upset at him.

🐺 🧡If you’re out in public and a guy is looking at you he guards you and will growl to which you have to shush him.

🐺 🧡Can sense arousal and he tells you about it after he turns back.

🐺 🧡“I may not be able to say anything in my form but I have to say your arousal is my favorite scent from you.” He smirked standing behind you with his hand on your hips which causally went up your dress to play between your clothed crotch.

🐺 🧡“Shin-“

🐺 🧡“I was suffering our whole walk in the forest, you should give a prince what he wants.” He'd whisper, biting on your earlobe teasingly.

🐺 🧡Gives you rides, it's not always but sometimes.

🐺 🧡Went under your skirt once when you were too occupied with something because he thought it’d be funny.

🐺 🧡Even tho you just got embarrassed.

🐺 🧡"That's not funny!"

🐺 🧡You’ve cuddled with him to go to bed and it's the only time he allows himself to be pampered because his brother hasn’t walked in.

🐺 🧡However, if he senses that he will be bothered or whatever he makes sure he is the big spoon, simpling by putting his paws over you to not have you move.

🐺 🧡If you’re having a nightmare and he notices he cuddles with you.

🐺 🧡If you shiver in your sleep from the cold he’ll put a blanket over you by grabbing it with his teeth.

🐺 🧡Puts his paws on you when he doesn’t want you to get up.

🐺 🧡Sometimes rest on top of you in the morning so you can't get up to go to school.

“Shin, I have to get ready for school.”

🐺 🧡He literally puts his paw on your boob to keep you from leaving.

🐺 🧡Growls when you call him cute or sweet. He’d also do this if you were out in public and said you were his dog.

🐺 🧡Doesn’t like being compared to a dog so don’t even think about getting him clothes or accessories for dogs he’s going to hate you!

🐺 🧡And don’t put a collar on him even if he gets lost, he will not tolerate it.

🐺 🧡You tried to put a leash on him once because you couldn’t take a pet into a store without a leash but he hates it.

🐺 🧡He literally growled when he saw it and just kept turning away to not have it be put on.

“Shin, I can’t take you unless you have a leash on, the store won’t allow it now if you don’t want that change back and come in your real form.”

🐺 🧡Of course that statement made you regret what you said because when he turns back he’s naked.

🐺 🧡This is probably his favorite thing because of your reaction and how you push him away or leave the room because of it.

🐺 🧡“Oh c’mon love, don’t ignore me. This isn’t the first time you’ve seen me” He smirked, finding your reaction to be cute as you were still turned the other way, waiting for him to change.

🐺 🧡“Just get dressed!” You sassed.

🐺 🧡He got closer, now standing behind you, moving your hair away from your neck. “As you wish my queen.” He said teasingly, before placing a kiss on the nape of your neck.

🐺 🧡So he turns back to his advantage so like sometimes he wants you to give him baths, this actually happened in the games with Yui he came back dirty and told her to wash him when he was in this form. And yes he turned back while in the tub.

🐺 🧡When you’re washing his fur he loves to get you wet on purpose.

🐺 🧡Turns back in the shower or bath to pull you in.

🐺 🧡Steals your bra or underwear from the drawer with his teeth. He even takes your diary away.

🐺 🧡“Shin, that’s personal now give it back!” You’d argue, waiting for him to come back in his fluffy form but instead, you were met with a much more taller and founder-like Shin. (he had clothes on in this scene lol)

🐺 🧡“So although I am your lover, you still deem as a mysterious man . . . “ He trailed flipping through the pages as he continued while you tried to shut him up. “and you used to find my brother attractive.” He teased, whilst you jumped to reach the book. “Quit it!”

🐺 🧡He’d laugh but then give it back to you, “I never would have thought as much, what made you choose me then?” He’d ask, still laughing a bit as he had a smug grin on his face.

🐺 🧡You averted your eyes as you fought back a blush and a smile, “That question is personal.”

🐺 🧡“So personal, you wouldn’t even tell me, love?” He’d ask, lifting your chin to face him.

🐺 🧡You’d look at him before answering, “It’s in the book.”

🐺 🧡He’d look at you confused before you’d add on, “My answer--the reason why I choose you, it's in my diary.” You’d smile before kissing him.

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[eneiryu]

I just read something deep has wound up in your soul (I loved everybody's dynamic with Theo) and it got me thinking how, even though he was bred to be massive and deadly and fearsome, he is still a black wolf that was designed for stealth, so I can imagine so many scenarios of the pack just not knowing Theo was there and sitting on him/tripping over him/etc? Argent and Melissa folding laundry and placing them on Theo's back as he's sleeping in the darkened room and they don't notice until he huffs and shifts and the whole pile of clothes goes tumbling all over him. The pack is in the preserve and Theo is lying on the ground with Malia and Derek as they wait for permission to go hunting, and its nighttime and Stiles is human and he backs up right into him and goes falling ass-over-teakettle and Theo doesn't even move to try and avoid him. They're all relaxing and chilling out and out of the darkness Theo opens his eyes and Alec, Nolan and Mason all jump out of their skins as he scares them. Parrish goes to sit down and leaps to his feet when his butt hits bristly fur and tense muscle and he glances down to see Theo watching him with an unimpressed look. The only people who really ever know where is it at all times are Scott and Liam and they use that skill to their advantage and for comedic reasons.

Also, I was wondering why exactly Theo wanted to be a wolf the whole fic? Did something happen during his 'mission' with Argent that made him want to stop being human for a little?

Yes to all of that, absolutely—those are exactly the kinds of dynamics I love to write/see. I like the trust and comfort it implies, and just the…familiarity? Of people who know each other so well that they can have those kinds of experiences without awkwardness or fear or whatever.

As for why Theo wanted to be a wolf, it was partially that he got hurt—I tried to imply that with Melissa’s comment about Argent saying it’d been a rough mission, but sometimes I’m too subtle at the risk of it being completely unrecognizable to anyone who isn’t me 😆—but more that, in my head, Theo just…doesn’t always know how to be a person? Because, really, for so long he wasn’t one, not in any recognizable way: he learned to fake being one, but it was always an act. And so now that he’s with the McCall pack, he’s not faking it anymore, or at least not trying to, but I think the problem is, he doesn’t always know how to just be around people without a purpose, or without being used by them or fulfilling some kind of need of theirs. He doesn’t know how to just do small talk or exist in silence with people, even people he loves and who love him, and so it’s just easier to…be a wolf. To be an animal, who can’t talk, who can’t do a lot of human things, except be present and someone(/thing) that others can interact with in this very easy, primitive way, allowing him to be part of things without having to do so in a way that he doesn’t feel like he understands, or comes with any expectations. If that makes any sense?

[zephyr-rat]

Green Giant Saga Part 11 Sneak Peek - Inside the Blight Fault

I’m led to a dungeon held up by thick stone pillars with a dissection table at the center, with guts, organs, and flesh. Were they a human’s? I couldn’t tell. Shelves line the cavern walls, some consisting of old leather books, pages yellowed with time, and others a treasure trove of so many unique ingredients: glowing shimmer shrooms, poisonous frogs, mutated bat wings, a heart of a unique color, various liquids with confusing names. What do they do? What attributes would they give? I feel my hands reach out. I feel them grab the container. I shove them in my pouches. Every last substance I could take. 

I should take!

These creatures invade my domain and steal the wealth of my resources, why should I let them have it all! It should belong to me! Mine!

“Twitch!?” Zac calls out. I turn. Why is he so disgusted? His wide eyes. Defensive stance. Distance. If he was loyal to his king, he should be joining in!

“We need to get this stuff to the lair!” I command. “It should be mine!”

“But shouldn’t we be focused on finding my goop and getting out?” Zac grabs me by the back and pulls me in. “This place is filled with folks; if we stay longer, we can get caught.”

I slap his green hand off my coat. “We won’t! And if they stay here longer, they’ll steal more of my stuff! All of this should be under my stash! Imagine the stuff I can make! I can make more poisons, sentient potions and Goopy One potions!”

“G-Goopy One potions?”

“Yes! Potions for Goopy Ones like you! Potions like these!” I pat the pouch with my orange serum. “Aren’t you curious what I have in store for you?” Zac looks at the pouch with trepidation. “Bah! Stop it with the cowardice. I thought I made you braver than that. Would Twitch fail his knight?”

“I-I don’t doubt that pal. I just think we’re on a tight schedule.”

I roll my eyes, but there’s some sense to my green subject. “Hmph. I’m taking at least some of it. See if you can find your goop, and we can go… home…” I caught it, something peculiar under the muck. My nose heightens. My ears raise.  It’s faint, but it’s there. How could I have not smelt it before coming here? It’s a familiar blood. A metallic blood. One that I have spilled so many times before. I freeze. My fur stands. My heart races. How did he get in here?

“Zac!” I squeak. I whip out an empty glass bottle, cap open. “Get in! Now!”

He looks on, confused. “What? Why?”

“The metal wolf is here! I smell him. It’s hidden, but it’s here!”

Zac jolts up. “Warwick’s here!?” He looks around the chambers. He sees an empty room. It’s coming from there.

“Wait! Don-”

And he runs towards it.

Like the stupid blob he is! And he’s the one who wants to be careful, the nerve! My fur camouflages with the background. I chase after the idiot. Guess it’s another chance of Twitch saving his supposed knight yet again! Where would he be without me?

As I run towards the domed chamber, I see Zac standing over a pool of dried blood, metal chain links scattered around it with broken chains dangling above him. To the left of the bloodstain on the floor sits an old, big iron apparatus with a large syringe in the center empty with only a sliver of green liquid meant to be injected in the person wearing it. The pipes extending from the central unit were torn apart.

But Zac wasn’t looking at that. He gazes to the right at a large glass capsule filled with that familiar green goop, enveloping a tan man with long black hair and a dark goatee with scars covering his arms and body. 

As the Goopy One remains frozen, I scan the room. No other doors. No other entrances. Just another shelf to the far left wall with one row of books, each labeled with a number, and one row of containers filled with dark red blood. A desk sits in front of the shelf with empty glass vials, overlooking the crime scene. With the wolf so close, I have to figure out where. We break this now, the wolf will catch up to us for sure. 

I sniff the air, letting my nose guide me through the midst of other tempting smells. I find myself walking behind the desk, but this space is much too small for a behemoth like him. I check under the desk, nothing. I check behind the shelf, nothing, yet the scent points me to there. The scent points me to the blood.

“T-This is the metal wolf’s blood,” I said on instinct.

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Part 11 is coming Tomorrow January 10th, 2025.

If you want to read more of Zac and Twitch’s adventures in Zaun. Check out the entire saga!

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The first time Evadne saw him, she thought he was death incarnate.

She had nothing left to give—not screams, not tears, not even prayers. The battlefield was a graveyard of broken bodies and shattered dreams. Her brother’s lifeless form lay heavy in her arms, his blood soaking her dress. "Is this what you wanted," she yelled into the starry sky, "to take everything from me?"

“Please,” she whispered, voice barely audible. “Take me, too.”

The gods didn’t answer. But something else did. The air grew heavy, a chill prickling her skin as the world seemed to hold its breath. And then he appeared—a wolf, blacker than the shadows that clung to the edges of the dying sun, its fur glinting faintly as if stars had fallen and woven themselves into its coat. His eyes burned like molten gold, unblinking and unyielding as they locked on her.

She didn’t move. Couldn’t. Even as the wolf stepped closer, his massive frame blotting out what little light remained, she stayed frozen, her fingers clutching her brother’s cooling body.

“You reek of sorrow,” the wolf said, his voice a low rumble that made the ground vibrate.

Evadne flinched.“Who—what—” she stammered. "Are you going to kill me?" She asked as soon as she could find her words. He tilted his head, sharp teeth glinting as he stepped even closer. “Do you wish to live?” Her throat tightened. “No.” “Then why do I feel your desperation?”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, unbidden. “I- I have nothing left ..”

The wolf’s gaze fell to her brother, and for a moment, his expression softened—or maybe she imagined it. Then he looked back at her, and the tenderness vanished. “There is no going back,” he said. “But there is…a way forward.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can give you power,” the wolf said, his tone deceptively gentle. “A chance to make this world pay for what it has taken from you. A chance to become something more.” Evadne hesitated. “At what cost?”

His grin was sharp, feral. “Everything.”

Before she could respond, the wolf lunged. Pain exploded in her chest as his claws tore into her, her scream swallowed by the darkness that rushed to claim her.

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When Evadne awoke, the world was different. Or maybe she was. The battlefield was gone, replaced by a forest bathed in silver moonlight. The air was cool, fragrant with the scent of pine and damp earth. She sat up, her hand flying to her chest. Her skin was unbroken, but the memory of the pain lingered.

“You’re awake.” The voice startled her, low and familiar. She turned, her breath catching. The wolf was gone. In its place stood a man, his hair dark and unruly, his golden eyes the only clue to his identity. He was leaning against a tree, arms crossed, his posture casual but his gaze sharp. “You,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What did you do to me?”

He pushed off the tree, stepping into the moonlight. “Saved you.” “Saved me?” she repeated, her voice rising. “You killed me!”

“And now you’re alive. You’re welcome.” She scrambled to her feet, glaring at him. “I didn’t ask for this.” “You kimd of did, but also didn’t have to,” he said simply. “The bond doesn’t care about consent.” “Bond?”

He nodded, his expression unreadable. “You’re not human anymore, Evadne. Not entirely. What I gave you…it comes with a price.” “And *what* exactly am I?” she demanded, her voice shaking. He took a step closer, his golden eyes boring into hers. “You’re a Reclaimer now. A hunter of the dark things. The kind that made that battlefield.” Evadne’s breath caught. “And you?”

He smiled, wolfish and sharp. “I’m your keeper.”

---

The days that followed were a haze of revelations and regrets. Caelum, as he called himself, was more than a man. He was ancient, a creature bound to protect those like her—Reclaimers. He explained it in bits and pieces, always vague, always infuriating.

“You’ve been given a second chance,” he told her one night as they sat by a fire. “The power to take back what’s been stolen from you.” “And what if I don’t want it?” she snapped. “Too late,” he said with a shrug. “The moment I marked you, it became yours.”

Evadne hated him for what he’d done, but she couldn’t deny the changes. She was faster, stronger, her senses sharper than she thought possible. And then there were the dreams—visions of fire and shadow, of a power within her that frightened even Caelum.

“What’s happening to me?” she asked him one night, her voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze fixed on the flames. “You’re becoming what you were always meant to be. Something more than human. Something…eternal.”

---

Evadne’s first fight as a Reclaimer came sooner than she was ready for. The creature was unlike anything she’d ever seen, its form shifting and twisting as it lunged at her. She froze, panic seizing her limbs. But then Caelum was there, his blade flashing in the moonlight as he cut the creature down.

“You can’t hesitate,” he snapped, grabbing her by the arm. “Hesitation will get you killed.” “Again, I didn’t ask for this!” she shot back, her voice breaking.

“No,” he said, his tone softer now. “But it’s yours all the same. And if you don’t fight, you’ll lose everything. Again.”

His words hit her like a blow, and something inside her shifted. The next time the creatures came, she didn’t hesitate.

---

Their bond grew stronger with each battle, each shared secret. Caelum was infuriating—arrogant, sarcastic, and maddeningly cryptic. But he was also her anchor, her shield against a world she no longer recognized. And somewhere along the way, amid the chaos and the blood, she realized she didn’t hate him as much as she pretended to.

The first time he kissed her, it wasn’t gentle. It was fierce and consuming, like everything about him. And for the first time since the battlefield, Evadne felt alive.

“Still hate me?” he murmured against her lips.

“Always,” she whispered back, though her trembling hands betrayed her.

But the truth was, she didn’t hate him. Not anymore.

And that terrified her more than anything.

[paperstarwriters]

I swear someone before me probably mentioned this but I don't care I'm bringing it up again because I just really really cannot get the idea out of my head.

[angst warning & also I just scribbled this down idk if it makes sense lol]

But like, what if Inanna was Muriel's mother's name? Or like, if not his mother, then something that sounds like his mother's name or his father's name.

like I know that Inanna is often represented as a sister to Muriel almost, but I can't help but feel like she's more like an older sister. Sometimes playful and silly but also sometimes very parental and caring, and I really just think it's because that's what Muriel needed in a companion when he left the coliseum.

But like yeah. What if Inanna was a name really close to his mother's name, what if it was his mother's name. What if in the Arcana realms Muriel's mom watches him from somewhere in the moon's realm between realities with a hand in the heart of his familiar making sure that he is loved, if not by herself, then at least by his familiar, and if not by that, then a friend.

Like I don't know what's better or what's worse, Muriel just by chance naming the wolf he has such a deep connection with Inanna, maybe because he had a dream and remembered her from somewhere, or if Inanna told him her name, or at least the closest thing she had to a name or something idk.

Idk it's probably just me and I'm probably just reaching hear but.... it's just Inanna—and especially her nickname Nana—feels so close to the tagalog word "nanay" meaning mother and I just hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Imagine that in that first year after he first escaped with Inanna. Imagine her telling him her name or him giving her that name and the faint little twinge of familiarity with that name, as if he's always known it—something he assumes is because of familiars or something. Imagine him trying and failing to go to sleep after running, too wound up and anxious about it all, expecting to hear the sound of soldiers with their sharp staffs and shining armor to drag him back where he belongs to kill Inanna and bring him back. Imagine him fearing the day that Lucio would just kick down his door and do all of that alone.

Imagine Inanna resting her head on his chest, trying to get him to breathe, Imagine her acting as a pillow, letting him hug her, and sob into her fur. Imagine her licking away his tears when he wakes up from a nightmare. Imagine her trying and failing to get him something to eat, because she knows that a pup needs to eat after they've been hurt in order to heal up quicker, but from what she's seen he needs to have his food cooked and she can't cook so she's always pacing by his bedside helpless to encourage him to eat, helpless to get him to eat more.

Imagine how Inanna had fought tooth and nail to protect him against Lucio, only to fail. Imagine how scared Inanna had been when her little brother, her son, her pup, her best friend was bleeding out in the forest, refusing her help and trying to chase her away so she'd be protected. Imagine her relief when you finally come along and do your magic. Her joy and pride when you two become tentative friends, even if Muriel is bristly the entire time.

Imagine all the quippy remarks Inanna makes to Muriel on his new friend, she teases him the way a mother does, or how a sister does, and how it all only serves to make him even more embarrassed. Imagine her, not only showing the both of you wolf pups in the forest to lift your spirits (and introduce Muriel to those who Inanna sees as his cousins maybe lol) but also showing you herbs found in these colder regions beneath the snow, showing you the faeries that linger in this portion of the forest. Showing you, though she cannot explain, things that Muriel would have known if he hadn't been ripped away from her arms.

Imagine Inanna's fear when the both of you disappeared into the arcana realms. When she worried about her little brother vanished into thin air, into a place filled with magic and strange fae. Imagine that second voice that always sat at the back of her mind just a pace or two away reassuring her that they will be cared for.

and you know all those times that Inanna worms her way into Muriel & MC's lap—most notably that one time during the death book? as they sit and huddle by the fire and wait out the winter storm? I can't help but imagine that's Inanna's attempt at a hug, that as the both of you keep each other warm she wants to be able to put effort into keeping you warm as well (and maybe because she wants extra warmth as well lol)

and then at the end of everything, at the end of all of it, when you putter around the hut helping Muriel cook food, threats of Lucio and threats of the devil both long gone and long lost, Inanna watches wagging her tail against the floorboards as she watches the both of you putter around and cook a hearty meal. The bulk of it, she knows is because you both want to be kind to each other. Muriel, she knows intends to make sure you're at least well fed, even if he is not, but you intend to make sure he is well fed and Inanna intends to help.

and just imagine, on occasion as you cook, a little idea slips into her mind and she rummages around the herbs and vegetables that you have in store, to bring you an ingredient that you're missing that would make the dish taste better, or an ingredient that she'd use to make it taste like home. Imagine her reveling in this small chance to share with Muriel her culture, knowing that someday soon, you'll show up, and someday soon, she'll be brave enough, or powerful enough, or whatever-defficiency-held-her-back-the-first-time enough to meet her son and properly hold her baby boy.

But for now, Inanna curls around him as the both of you sit by the fire place. And a sister sits by her brother, and a mother holds her son.

[hazbincalifornia]

Centerpiece

I just realized that I didn't post this over here!

Summary: Gluttony is known for its parties… and its orgies. Blitzo likes feeling wanted. It's a good mix.

Wordcount: 1600

Rating: E

Warnings: Consensual gangbang, minor cum inflation, knotting

Ao3 link

Heat, honey, fur. Blitzo soaked it in, a buzz riding through his blood, and he couldn’t help a little whimper when big, strong hands settled between his horns.

“You like that, don’t you?” The voice had an airy sort of teasing tone to it, and when he was pushed down, cheek rubbing up against the front of a musky pair of briefs, he gave a sound that probably sounded like ‘uh-huh’.

Hopefully it did, anyway.

“Hey, Blitzo, we’re throwing somebody in the middle. You down?” The voice was familiar in a distant sort of way- someone he could imagine a sweet red imp face speckled with freckles to, but couldn’t place a name for.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

“Okay, sweet. Jack, get him.” That got him lifted up and pressed against a firm bare chest, and he curled up with half a purr, coaxed out by the cups of beezlejuice but mostly the contact itself. They smelled like smoke and vanilla and sweat, and he only barely resisted the urge to scrub his cheek against the skin, running high off the energy that always soaked in when Bee was happy and the party was going well.

“Damn, he’s a cutie, isn’t he?” There was a rumbly vibration at the sound of the words, and Blitzo looked up to see what seemed to be an imp and succubus hybrid with his long hair tied back into a ponytail, giving a lazy grin down at him.

“Sure am, big boy.” His tail curled around a thick arm. “You want to take your turn?”

“And you’re sure he’s not-”

“Nah, I’ve seen him drink way more than that. He just likes attention,” the nameless familiar voice said, stroking just below his back spines, which drew out a half-purr.

“Mmm, fuck, just like that…” He blinked up at Jack. “I had, like, two drinks so far. If I wanna get pounded, that’s my business, alright bitch?”

That got a chuckle. “Hey, not saying it’s a problem.” Jack squeezed his ass before dropping him down on one of the huge cushions settled in the corners of the hive that could fit like ten people. Blitzo recognized a few faces.

“Alright, anybody going in the pussy, use a condom, got it? That and the ass get lube, and you can suck me off but I’m not putting it in anybody where it could knock them up, I got enough shit to deal with without a baby.”

A pair of hounds started doing rock-paper-scissors, which made him snort as he curled up with his legs pretzel-style, taking stock of the meat. Jack the hybrid, two hounds that were both easily twice his size, and the freckles guy… Jix, that was his name. There were a few more hounds hovering on the edges that might want to join in the fun too, and he winked over at them. Jix scooped up a cup of the honey from the pits, taking a swig before offering the rest to Blitzo.

“Nice to see you here, man. Still working at-”

“Hey, hey, hey. Work is work, here is here.” Blitzo waved a hand before draining the rest of the cup for emphasis. “The less I think about that mess, the better, got it?”

Jix chuckled, taking the cup back and chucking it towards the trash can in a neat arc. “Fair enough.” His hand was slightly sticky as he cupped Blitzo’s cheek, pulling him into a kiss as one of the hounds cheered from behind them. Someone gripped at the band of his pants, and he arched his hips so they were petting at his butt, which got a snicker before they yanked it down.

Somebody wolf-whistled, and he waggled his ass until somebody slapped it, making him moan into Jix’s mouth.

Jix pulled back first, saliva breaking on his chin as he swiped at it with his wrist. “You want it, Blitzo?” The ‘o’ popped in his mouth, and his eyes twinkled from the shifting lights as his hands roamed hungrily over Blitzo’s body, like it was something he couldn’t wait to devour.

In answer, Blitzo pressed forward, nearly knocking him back and getting a laugh into his mouth as someone pulled his underwear down as well. He spread his legs automatically, and could feel his own arousal growing as it pressed up against Jix’s crotch.

Hands nearly the size of his torso flipped him over, and he almost growled before seeing that it was Jack.

“Hey, didn’t want Jix to get all the fun with such a sexy little piece,” Jack said. “You sure you can take all of this?”

“I think I’m not a fucking pussy,” Blitzo said, raising an eyebrow, and when Jack bent down to start sucking at his left nipple at the same time one of the hounds started pressing in with a lubed-up cock at his ass, his back hitched up and he groaned, elbows and heels planted on the cushion.

The direct sequence of time dissolved pretty quickly after that into a haze of heat, skin, and touch, touch, touch. Everyone wanted a piece of him, mouths and fingers and cocks and one pussy for a while that just wanted to be eaten out, all of them cooing over how hot and cute and sweet and sexy and good he was, how they wanted his mouth, his hands, his thick cock in their mouths or his mouth on their cock. He rode out his first orgasm while he was milking out two more.

“He’s so good, fuck.”

“Man, I wish my girlfriend did that.”

“Don’t those scars look like they hurt? C’mere, I’ll make it better, baby-”

“You sure I can’t just take him home with me?”

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy...”

“Yeah, the ass is great, but you need to try his blowjobs-”

All of it focused on him, praise, affection, care. Bee’s parties were never like other orgies, and he reveled in the way his body sung as his mouth curled around a thick cock, tongue wrapping around it as hands wrapped all around him. Someone grabbed his waist and yanked him down until they were hilted up to the base, while someone else underneath him thrust into his entrance. Everything was full, full, full- they must have passed on that the ones going in the entrance were supposed to use condoms, because only his ass and his throat were coated in thick, sticky cum that always had a special taste in the walls of the hive, and it filled his belly until he could swear it had started to swell as he was pumped from side to side. They were all bigger than him except for Jix and he liked it like that, liked being surrounded by people cooing at his body and his skills, how sexy and good and desired he was.

One of the hounds that took his ass got caught in a knot, and they all got giggly at that, feeling the way it swelled and pushed at the inside of his walls- not to mention forcing in ever-more cum into him until someone started licking at his belly just to see it jiggle a little. When they finally managed to come untied, someone else slid right in with the free lube.

More, more, more. More eyes on him, more hands touching him, more handling like he was something useful. The bystanders had jumped in at some point when they saw how eager he was, and he welcomed them all- he had two free hands and a tail that needed using. Someone tugged at his horns and pulled his salty mouth into a kiss, someone else smacked at his ass until it was raw and forced an orgasm out of him when he was already ready to burst.

Nothing mattered except them, and someone massaged at his sore cheeks before pressing between them again as he nearly choked on the latest length in his mouth. This one felt pointed, and his eyes trailed up to see a snowy, fluffy hound with his eyes closed, completely consumed by pleasure as he thrust forward and howled.

Blitzo could really feel it this time as he swallowed down the seed, stomach groaning and tongue lolling out.

“F-fuck…”

“Shit, you done, buddy?” The hound dropped down on his haunches as the one at his back pulled out. “That was fucking impressive though, sweet shit.”

“Mmph.” Blitzo stared up at the ceiling, stars dancing in his eyes as someone tipped some water in his mouth, which he sputtered in for a moment before swallowing down. “That’s me. Mr…. Mr. Impressive.”

“We have to invite him back for next week.” They were speaking over his head, but he didn’t particularly care when his whole body felt like it had been wrung out like a dishrag. It was in a good way, though, sore in the right places and full in the other right places, the titters of his prowess proof that he’d done a good job.

He was pretty sure somebody called him a ‘sweet hole’, but he was riding high enough that didn’t register as much as the fact that his cheek was settled into a soft lap.

Some of the party moved as voices shifted away, but a few of them stayed and somebody pulled his pants back on. He was pulled up against a warm, fuzzy chest before drifting away, a purr vibrating through his body as the dance music pulsed and he was surrounded by people who wanted him.

[purple-link]

Alisaie and Purple Link

FFXIV Write 2024 Story Entry

Spoiler: Story takes place after WoL reaches Garlemald in Endwalker, but but before the Tower of Babil dungeon. Story will be largely sfw, but will adhere to FFXIV's level of mature storytelling.

Chapter 9: Lend an ear

Purple Link still felt a little anxious about all this. He was not fond of being put on the spot, and felt even less like indulging in his history, even if Alisaie and Alphinaud were already familiar with it.

Alphinaud from the first had met Purple Link in his previous form, with only a small amount of familiarity for Alisaie since Ul’dah and Ishgard, before he settled on his permanent race.

It was all going to be difficult to explain, not the least of which was because the Lupin sitting across from him was utterly perplexed.

“Miqo’te,” said the Wolf Burglar, astounded, “But like…”

He pointed to a nearby group of Miqo’te standing and chatting while waiting for the next big GATE event.

Apart from long, fluffy tails and wiggly ears, they hardly looked that different from hyur in appearance, heck, even smaller.

“That’s not even close,” said the Wolf Burglar, “That’s not even…You didn’t just grow out a lot of hair?”

“Oh, sure,” said Purple Link, frankly, “I grew all my body hair out and then also pushed a muzzle from out of my face and grew three times my size. That’s dead easy.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” said the Lupin, snarling, “I’m not just talking about some final fantasy of yours here, we’re talking about bone structure, genetic manipulation, hells, you’re not even the same species!

"How could you have ever been a miqo’te?”

There was a silence that stretched for a moment longer than all would have liked. Alphinaud felt it pressing to elaborate.

“Well, it’s not really a secret,” said Alphinaud, “We’re only still coming to terms with the basic principles of aether, and really understanding what it all means for us in the end–”

“No, this isn’t some ‘mother crystal’ chocobo-pie,” said the Wolf Burglar, “If you’re not going to speak plainly to me, I’d rather you not speak at all, schoolboy.”

“Well, really!” said Alphinaud, folding his arms, “I have never been so insulted in all my life!”

“He’s got a point,” said Alisaie, talking dangerously to her brother. He despaired.

“Alisaie,” said Alphinaud, “You know, as well as I do, that all that we have learned about aether so far is extremely dangerous and potentially life-threatening. The ascians were the only ones with that total control of power. Every piece of information we have collected is vital!”

“Yes it is,” said Alisaie, “But all the salient points that interest you and I bounce off the noggin of people like Purple Link and our Lupin friend here. Maybe it would be a good idea to speak a little in their language?”

“Aww,” said Alphinaud, crossing his arms and sulking, “You take all the fun out of things!”

He shoveled the last of his meal into his mouth and began to chew irritably. Alisaie chuckled to herself and then looked over to Purple, delighted to discover he was smiling warmly at her.

Even just mentioning this was opening him up.

I feel like we’re finally starting to hit home, thought Alisaie, beginning to relax, Maybe, soon, we can start acting like friends, like we used to.

The Wolf Burglar still shook his head, but it was no longer out of disbelief.

“Well, I can probably believe the Warrior of Light has the power to change his avatar whenever he feels like, but–”

“It’s not that simple, actually,” said Purple Link, and then faltered and added, “Well, the process is simple, but the change takes forever to get used to.”

“I can imagine,” said the Lupin, “I don’t think I’d ever want to get rid of my wolf pelt or my fluffy tail. Even seeing past this muzzle, which can be a trial, is something I would miss if it were gone.”

“Oh, definitely,” said Purple Link, “I couldn’t even begin to tell you how I would react over the possibility of my soul forcibly removed from my body and shoved into one not covered in fur. I think I’d have a conniption.”

“That hardly seems possible,” said Alphinaud, and then with a worrying tone in his voice, he added, “Yet it somehow sounds strangely familiar.”

“But how is this possible?” said the Lupin, “If I can’t fathom it, and you can’t tolerate it, why even go through the process in the first place? How could you even justify the change?”

“I didn’t hate it, if that’s what you meant,” said Purple Link.

“What, the process?” said the Lupin, in amazement.

“No, being a miqo’te,” said Purple Link, "I have fond memories of living my life as one, memories I would never take back..."

He nervously acknowledged Alisiae, who blinked in surprise at this.

"But the option to be a fully-fledged bestial race was too good to pass up," said Purple Link, "It's a rather indulgent decision to make, I can understand if it's too inconceivable."

“If you have the option” asked the Lupin, more curious than anything, “not that I would take it, but that’s the kind of freedom Lord Hien and I have been fighting for since the very beginning. I’m surprised it’s not more widespread.”

“That’s because the method of obtaining the potion is extremely difficult and highly expensive,” said Alphinaud, “Using currency that even I’m not familiar with, and I’m a Studium graduate.”

He looked at Purple Link in curiosity, making the Hrothgar sweat.

“I’m actually kind of surprised that you came about it,” said Alphinaud.

“Indeed,” said Purple Link, “I think it was shortly after our battle in the Praetorium.”

“I’m sorry,” said the Wolf Burglar, “You said there was a potion?”

“Oh, right, how silly of me, I got distracted,” said Alphinaud, “I believe what you are referring to is called the Phial of Fantasia. The change is almost immediate, but the spell only works after you've dozed.”

The Wolf Burglar blinked and shook his head. It was like he was trying to shake a stupor from his mind the more they explained it. He understood it, he just couldn’t believe it.

“I think you’re going to have to start this from the beginning,” said the Wolf Burglar, “You said you were a miqo’te?”

“I…yes,” said Purple Link, “I do realize that it’s a little hard to prove.”

“No, I actually believe you, that’s not the problem,” said the Wolf Burglar, “I just don’t have a very good frame of reference.”

“Hmm,” said Purple Link, and then an idea crossed his mind. He took out a small device that appeared to have a screen on the front. He swiped alongside the screen for a few minutes, his tongue sticking out in concentration.

The Wolf Burglar looked at Alphinaud incredulously. The young Elezen chuckled nervously.

“I can’t believe the technology you have had,” said the Wolf Burglar, “While we have been struggling with bartering systems and ground weapons, and protracted communications, meanwhile, you have had access to information at the push of a button.”

“We didn’t want to make assumptions,” said Alphinaud, “For one thing, you’re quite right. We have made a name for ourselves in putting our noses where they don’t belong, and we thought we had reached a limit when we arrived in Doma.”

“Still, you could have said something,” said the Wolf Burglar, acidly, “Maybe we wouldn’t have had to lose so many people if we could be able to communicate like this with each other.”

“The Garleans had that technology,” frowned Alisiae, “Look what they turned into.”

“That’s not entirely fair,” said the Wolf Burglar, “You can’t compare us like we’re on equal ground. Garlemald was without mercy.”

“The kind of mercy anybody could deliver,” said Alphinaud, “It's not a leap of logic to make that the conquest you in Doma sought was not different to that of the Garleans.”

“...Fine, keep your secrets,” said the Wolf Burglar, his ears flat against his skull, “I can understand non-intervention, but it still felt like a real waste of people.”

“Here it is!” said Purple Link, and he put the tomestone on the tabletop, in view for all to see.

“No shirt,” said Alisie, wryly, “Bold.”

Purple Link flustered, and he shuffled some more with his finger, looking for all the world like he had just eaten a terrible clam. She chuckled at this lightly.

“NOT THAT ONE!” said Purple Link, landing on a slightly less risque picture, “Here! This is what I used to look like!”

“Interesting,” said Alisie, “I remember your old appearance like it was just yesterday, and yet, there’s something extrinsic about it. Like who you are and who you were weren't just two separate people, but two separate times.”

“Alisaie,” said Alphinaud, “Are you referring to the possibility of alternative realities?”

“Well, I don’t think it’s that complicated,” said Purple Link, “Both realities can be one and the same. I remember how I used to look.”

“Wait,” said the Wolf Burglar, “How do we know this is the same person?”

“Excuse me?” asked Alphinaud, curious, “Are you saying my memory is inauthentic?”

“I don’t know, is it?” queried the Wolf Burglar, “There doesn’t appear to be a single thing similar about this individual and the big lion sitting right in front of me.”

“I remember this appearance,” said Alisaie, humoring this theory, “But it feels so distant. Was it the carriage ride in Ul'dah?”

“Yes, that’s right,” said Alphinaud, “That seemed so long ago, and yet, it doesn’t feel like any time has passed.”

“I remember Moenbryda and Haurchefant,” said Alisiae, “I remember G’raha Tia. I have all these memories of people in the past and in the present, and they feel like persistent images. Why is this one wavering?”

“Excuse me?” said Purple Link, archly, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m sorry?” said Alisaie, who hadn’t expected this reaction.

“I’m telling the truth,” said Purple Link, “That is me! I’m not trying to deceive anyone!”

“Purple Link,” said Alsaie, starting to flounder, “Please give me some credit. It was some time ago!”

“What do you need?” said Purple Link, shoving the pictures in front of the Wolf Burglar, “How can I convince you of the truth?”

“I dunno,” said the Wolf Burglar, “A lock of hair would be a start, maybe an old heirloom? Something that could only come about as a Miqo’te?”

Purple Link looked at the Wolf Burglar with a severe stare, thinking that the Lupin was trying to muddle with Purple Link’s affairs. He didn’t know his history.

But then he had a thought, one that made him despair.

What if he couldn’t convince the Lupin about his past? What if he was right, and the experiences he carried could not relate to the Wolf Burglar’s, in a way that made him feel whole, like he wanted.

He started to feel like one of those hollow chocolate rabbits, the kind that melted easily in the sunlight. All presence, no substance.

He felt like he receded further, a malaise suddenly descending upon the Hrothgar. Alisiae felt Purple Link slipping away further, not getting closer. She turned to her brother in fretful haste.

“Wait,” said Alisaie, turning to Alphinaud, “This is all wrong. I couldn’t be mistaken about him.”

“Nor I, but a question has been posed,” said Alphinaud, “I think it’s too long in waiting for an answer to this question.”

“Answer?” said the Wolf Burglar, “You mean, you can prove it?”

“I won’t just be able to prove it,” said Alphinaud, smirking slightly, “I can show you. We do have to make a brief stop, however.”

“Really?” said the Wolf Burglar, “Where are we going?”

“To see an old friend of ours,” said Alphinaud, standing up, “One whose insight is invaluable when it comes to matters of aether.”

“You think that it’s a matter of composition?” said the Wolf Burglar, “How can you compare permanence with something as apparently malleable as aether?”

“You teleported with us to the Golden Saucer, haven’t you?” said Alphinaud, importantly, “You can’t deny aether’s authenticity.”

“I…well, yes,” said the Wolf Burglar, beginning to doubt himself, “I mean, I understand the basic principles.”

“Well, we’re going to visit an expert in this field,” said Alphinaud, and he tapped his ear twice with two fingers.

They waited a moment. Alisaie looked askance at Purple Link. The Hrothgar grimaced, but he didn’t mind. He had an idea of what they were planning.

“Maybe she’s busy,” said Alphinaud, “Sometimes it takes a while for it to ring before they pick up.”

“Hello?” said a voice across Alphinaud’s linkpearl, “Alphinaud, good timing. The Garlean locals are talking about resources aplenty. I think we might need another shipment.”

“Yes, we understand,” said Alphinaud, “We will pick up more supplies when we are done with our business here.”

“Yes, how goes the mission?” the voice mentioned, “I understand Lord Hien made quite the appeal.”

“We are in the process,” said Alphinaud, “But we’ve hit a snag. I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor.”

The voice paused for a minute, considering. She almost immediately understood what the request was before he asked.

“You already owe me a lot,” said the voice, “When it comes to Master Matoya, I better have a good reason.”

“Y’shtola,” said Alphinaud, confidently, “If you could but lend me an ear, for just a moment, I will explain everything…”

To be continued...

[winterapocalypse]

Winter Apocalypse ch 2

The Mysterio-us Centaur

"You must go back, you don't belong here," the creature said in his gentle tone. Rather than a lecture or a threat, it sounded like a sentence spoken to protect the young Watchman. Jon clutched his wand between fingers stiff with cold, feeling miserably guilty.

"I can't," he replied, looking down at his now snow-covered boots. "I had to bring the horse back, but it's…"

The creature did not move. He stood waiting for Jon, genuinely interested in what he was saying. Hard to know, given the mask that covered his face. His features were barely distinguishable, but Jon knew they must be as harmonious and gentle as his voice, as strong and attractive as his mighty body.

Jon bent over the horse's corpse - poor little beast, he had nothing to do with the magical war that was claiming so many victims. He stroked its neck mauled by the teeth of the bloodthirsty beast that had taken its life.

"His race is closely related to the extinct unicorns, he could have become one and settled this battle…"

The centaur's gentle hand rested on his shoulder, and even through the furs Jon wore on his body, his hand was strong and warm. "Your life is more important now. Mount up, back to where you came from."

Jon sheathed his sword and wand again and, feeling his face burn even under the snow that lay on his cheeks, he climbed onto his body. Beneath his thighs, the darting of his mighty muscles as the creature ran through snow and trees and darkness, into the deafening silence of the night.

Jon leaned against his back- warm, powerful and familiar, holding onto him as tightly as he could. He had never met anyone like him- he had never even imagined that such creatures could exist- but something in his body told him that he had to stay close to him, as close as he could…

"Unicorns and dragons were benevolent creatures of white magic, counteracting the dark magic of vampires and frost creatures. But since both races have become extinct, only we Night's Watch can counteract them," Jon explained, as the centaur led him safely to the camp he had left a few hours earlier. Between his body and that of the centaur, Jon did not notice that his pendant was shining a warmer, more peaceful light, but it was still shining when it should not have.

It was now so close to the camp that the red light from the fires they had lit could be seen defined between the trunks of the thousand-year-old trees of that magical forest, where it seemed that white magic was still alive, pulsing beneath the bark of those trees.

When Jon dismounted from his back, he noticed that the amulet tied to his wrist was still glowing. Jon thought it was the horse's blood that had stained his gloves, and did not give it much thought.

"I thank you… what shall I call you? Misterio?" Jon asked him with a sincere, if slightly embarrassed, smile. The creature simply nodded, with no emotion of his own visible on his face covered by that shiny mask. He hoped he felt some, having to bid him farewell. Jon did not know when he would return to that forest, when he would return to him.

"You are special. You're not like everyone else, I can feel it. You have to be careful, because you have something the others don't have, but the Night Creatures feel it," Misterio admonished him.

Well, perhaps he had a point. Jon had learned magic before all his half-brothers, who within them could boast pure Royal Wolf blood on their father's side, and direct descent to the magnificent and magical sirens on their mother's side. Jon had always noticed how his father's wife, the cold Catelyn Tully, seemed indeed a cruel predator of the waters. He was afraid that one day she would take him underwater and eat him alive.

But Jon didn't know who his mother was - and his father Eddard had been adamant about not telling him, no matter what. Probably no one important, perhaps a poor muggle girl from some poor village, enamoured of a nobleman with Royal Wolf blood.

This time it was Jon who did not answer.

"See you soon, Misterio." he told him, changing the subject and extending his bare hand, after removing his glove. It was rude to shake hands with someone wearing gloves. The centaur took it-his hand was so big compared to his own….

Unexpectedly, at the meeting of those two hands, the pendant on Jon's wrist shone with a light he had never seen before.

"But you…" Jon murmured, unsure of the reaction of the majestic creature before him.

"We'll meet again, young one," Misterio quipped in a reassuring voice before disappearing into the night, the mighty sound of his hooves increasingly distant and elusive.

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[burnnouts]

He would lose me, Robb thought. But this, at least, he knew better than to speak aloud. His mother told him time and time again that he overestimated Theon's affections for him, that a Greyjoy could not be trusted. Hadn't Jon said the same thing? And Lord Bolton too. And now Beck, who barely spent enough time in his camp to know any of his men, was saying the same. Robb had vowed that as Lord--and then as King--he would listen to his countrymen and women, that he would take their council seriously, that he would not be too proud to accept help. Yet, in this he remained stubborn, convinced he was right. Theon was his friend, his brother in all but blood. He would not betray him, would never hurt him--even if Robb was the only one who believed it.

Watching her now--the exhaustion in her gaze and the hurt in her eyes--Robb wished he could take it all away, erase whatever she had been through that had brought her to this point. He certainly wished his army's presence here had not made things worse for her. "It will matter little," he said. "The North are an old and superstitious people. The River Lords may be more skeptical--or fearful, I do not know. But in the North, the unknown and the unnamed is simply expected." They still worshipped the old gods, still remembered the children of the forest who had lived with the first men and carved the faces into the trees the Northerners prayed to to this day. Robb had a direwolf--a creature thought to be extinct, or perhaps even made up--fighting by his side. Rumors spread from their camp all the way to the southern seas about the magic and mystique of this camp: let them tell, too, of a witch that could transform men into beasts. "Even now, they might be proudly boasting that our camp has a witch, and the Lannisters do not." Robb offered her a reassuring, playful smile. The truth of the matter was that, at the end of the day, only his opinion mattered. It was only ever Robb's tent that Beck entered, Robb who she kept company with, and his men would not dare to question their king's companion--even if they did whisper about her behind their backs.

As Beck took her seat, Robb felt the familiar heat fill his chest, the feeling that overtook him each and every time she was close. He told himself it was the proximity to magic, that her very existence made his heart race simply on principle of what she was. "Remind me not to anger you," he said with a small huff of laughter. He could not imagine what she must have done to this man who had wronged her, but he was sure he did not want to be on the other side of her hexes. And, despite knowing nothing at all about the situation, he was sure the other man had deserved it.

Robb cleared his throat, the heat suddenly high in his cheeks, as she leaned forward, the words making his head spin slightly: I'll give you whatever you like. Robb was still getting used to hearing the word 'king' associated with his name and had not yet found any comfort in wearing his crown, nor seeing anyone on their knees before him. Yet when Beck said it--even in jest--for a moment Robb understood why men wanted to be kings. On Beck's lips, he wanted to hear the title again and again.

"I feel it when I sleep," he told her. He had not told anyone this before. "When I dream, it is Grey Wind's eyes I see through. I see the woods, the moon, the hunt. Of course, it's only a dream." But was it, truly? How many nights had Robb dreamed that he was Grey Wind, rushing through the woods, hunting in the river, only to find the wolf back outside his tent in the morning, feasting on a fish--or else, dreaming he scratched his paw on a branch and finding a similar wound under the wolf's fur the next day? A few months ago, he'd have thought he was mad or else he'd let his imagination get away from him. Now that he knew Beck, however...

Robb did not pull away as she took his hand. He should have been more cautious, he knew it. It was not wise to let a witch touch him like this, showing him a hex--likely drawing one on him in the process. And yet for reasons he could not explain, he trusted her. Or perhaps he just liked the feeling of her fingertips on his skin. In fact, it was a moment before he realized that he had not heard a word she'd said. Focused on the feeling of her touch, her body so close, he found himself fixated on her eyes, on the warmth of her presence, on the tingling sensation in his palm and his wrist, the goosebumps erupting over his skin. He watched her lips move, watched the way the sunlight streamed through his tent to light up the gold in her hair, watched the way her eyelashes fluttered. She was--objectively speaking, of course--very beautiful. And skilled too. Powerful and alluring. It was only natural to be captivated by her.

And then he blinked and looked down at his own hand, seeing the goat upon it. "A hex," he repeated, dragging his attention back to the present, to what she was saying and not simply what she was doing to him. "Am I hexed now?" The question was more teasing than worried, a smile on his lips. He liked hearing her talk, appreciated the little glimpses into her life she sometimes allowed him. So her brother's name was Fen. She had not told him that before. "I do not feel any different."

He watched as the mark she'd made disappeared and nodded his understanding. "Then I thank you for using it. I have no wish to waste your supplies." He paused then finally dared to ask the question that had been weighing on him for weeks. "How long do you usually stay?" Each and every time she returned to the woods, he knew it might be the last time he saw her, and each time she returned, he knew only relief.

"I've been around enough dogs to know which ones bite." Beck warned in a grave tone. "Men who have something to prove and nothing to lose are dangerous."

She'd learned young that there was power in knowledge. Most people got their knowledge from books or lectures, but she had no aptitude for reading and no patience to sit still and listen to a priest drone on for hours on end. There was just as much power in the kind of knowledge shared by a gaggle of ladies sitting by the oven with their sewing needles in hand, or the kind slurred out by a drunkard who was angry at the world and too sloshed to hold his tongue, or the kind men murmured behind closed doors or out in the wilderness when they thought no one was watching. Rumors, whether they were true or not, could cut like knives in the right hands. Most women loved to share them with her, barely even noticing as she slipped herself alongside them to join their work. Men liked to act more reluctant, but only so she'd smile at them and bat her lashes.

While she knew didn't know anything about Robb's plans for Theon Greyjoy, she knew plenty about the man himself. His reputation among the women around camp was far from glowing, and most of the men scoffed at the young lord. He was an exceptional archer and a passable swordsman. His tongue was sharp, his eye tended to wander, and his ego was tender, but that sort of thing was to be expected when you were taken from your family by a man who had slaughtered half of them. Half hostage and half nobleman, what else could have Theon Greyjoy become? She understood. She sympathized even, but she hadn't trusted him before the temper tantrum he'd thrown only minutes ago, and she certainly didn't trust him now.

"By the time he's gone, I imagine the damage will have already been done." She muttered, staring out the door. Subtle wasn't a word she'd have ever used to describe Theon. He would undoubtedly tell everyone he could about what she'd done. She so rarely lost her temper, but this time she had, and she would have to pay for it. For a moment, the smile slipped from her face, and she looked deeply and utterly exhausted---ghosts danced in the glassy gaze that she cast out toward the door and her brows knitted together---but she caught herself a moment later. With a sigh, she forcibly let her worries go. They wouldn't give her any warmth at night. "They were going to find out eventually anyway. There was no hiding it forever."

Beck huffed out a little laugh. It was hard not to melt when he looked at her like that. It was utterly unfair for a man to be so handsome. How was she ever meant to deny him anything when she could feel the warmth in his gaze and the ice in his tone melted away when he spoke to her? She rolled her eyes and took a seat beside him. "I imagine Theon's wagging tongue will not help their superstitions, but I'll have you know I've only cursed one man in all my life... and it was much more serious than living out a happy life as a pig."

She crossed one leg over the other and played with one of her long, golden curls as she spoke, "But if you'd like to know what it feels like to really be a wolf king, I'd be happy to oblige." There was a devilish glint in her eye as she paused, leaning a bit closer to purr, "Say the word, good king, and I'll give you whatever you'd like."

Beck let her words linger a moment, and then laughed breezily. She wasn't sure if she simply enjoyed teasing him, or if she truly hoped he'd do something about it.

There was some manner of magical bond between Robb and Grey Wind. She could sense it in the evenings especially. Exactly what manner of magic it was, she hadn't the faintest clue. She'd never been good at detection spells, mostly because she had never cared enough to learn them. As long as they weren't doing magic on her, what did she care what manner of spellcraft they practiced?

"Anyway. It isn't a spell, and it isn't about winning the war. It's about magic. If you're going to be around it, you might as well understand it." She reached over and took Robb's hand gently, laying it out on the table before them palm up. Her free hand dug around in her bag, until producing a shallow wooden box that fit in the palm of her hand. There was a dark, tightly packed powder inside, and she tapped her finger in it, before beginning to draw on Robb's palm. She drew a series of straight lines and harsh angles until a very rough outline of a goat's head appeared, then she blackened the tip of each of his fingers.

"This is a hex symbol." She explained gently. There was no real purpose in drawing the symbol on Robb's hand, other than the fact that she wanted to touch him. Even now that she was finished, her left hand lingered on his wrist while the right ghosted back and forth across his finger tips. "If you're hexed, it'll appear somewhere on your body. Some witches make it obvious, so that the victim is embarrassed, and others hide it, so that the victim doesn't know they've been hexed or when the hex has worn off. Because hexes all wear off eventually. I've never seen one last more than a couple of days without having to be reapplied. I put a particularly lackluster hex of Theon. It likely would have faded by sunset tomorrow. Hexes are minor spells that are usually mildly unpleasant, but they're temporary, and usually don't do much harm."

A grin tugged at her lips. "I once knew a woman that got so angry with her husband she put the nastiest growing hex I've ever seen on him. No matter how fast he cut his hair it only grew longer and longer. He couldn't fit in any of his clothes, and two days later, it wore off and every strand of hair just dissolved away. He was left naked as the day he was born in the middle of the market. Hardly his fault, but oh it made my brother furious. I'm pretty sure he arrested him for an evening. Fen's very melodramatic."

She caught herself being a bit too open with her words and cut herself off. With a shake of her head, she grabbed the rest of the concoction she'd made earlier to break Theon's hex and dabbed her finger in it. When she touched it to the hex mark on his hand, it glowed a pale blue and dissolved into nothingness.

"The berries I crushed into this aren't found here, and I can't cultivate them properly because I don't stay in one place long enough. So I use them sparingly, but if properly applied, they can break the strongest of hexes."

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Time~ Ot7 Werewolf Au

Chapter Seven: My Omega

Summary: Time. It's always passing by, always changing things that you wish stayed the same. It brought the good and it brought the bad, hell it brought the down right best time in your life. The best thing in your life came with time. It came with some stumbled steps, tough spots...it came with time.

Pairing: Werewolf!BTS X Werewolf!reader

Warning: Angst, mentions of violence, sexual assault, blood, gore, sex, matting, bitting, knotting, insecurities, slow burn. Fluff, and just one of my stories tbh.

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Jimins room was bright, and colorful. His bed is much larger than Jins or Hoseoks, pushed into the corner of the room away from the window.  His walls were a light blue, and pictures were hung along the wall just like Hoseoks, yet mixed in were sketches that you could only assume Jungkook and Taehyung had drawn. From smiling Namjoon to a blushing Yoongi, it had you moving away from the Omega and taking in one of the drawings. It was of Yoongi, with who you assumed was Hoseok straddling his lap, head buried into Yoongi's neck. 

Their hair was the same length as it is now, both sitting at the bay window that was downstairs Yoongi's eyes staring off, looking through a window where you saw a wolf, it was in the field, sitting down, eyes looking forward and a scar running up its lip to the bottoms of its nose was a familiar one to you. You assumed if there was color the fur of the wolf would match your own. The drawing had you tilting your head as you feel an arm  wrapping around your waist as a pointed chin pressing against your shoulder. You lean back against him, his other arms sliding across your stomach as he starts to let out small purrs, his fingers kneading at your hip as you move to the side for your arm to wrap around his shoulders.

“Kook drew that one night, I don't know if you saw them, but they saw you and Jungkook kinda just pushed your wolf forward.” he takes a breath in as you move away and look down at him, “Hoseok and Yoongi didn’t want it..said if they had a picture of you they wanted a real one before a drawing…so I took it.” You nod as you step back till the back of your thighs hit the end of his bed. It had him moving forward to stand between your legs as he looked down at you. “The last..last month I would look at it..and just..just imagine my wolf and yours playing while Yoongi and Hoseok watched..like a little movie in my head. How life is supposed to be.” His words had your heartbeat speeding up as you grabbed him by his waist, head resting against his stomach as you hugged him. His sound of surprise had you smiling as you felt one of his hands rest on your shoulder as the other moved to your hair. The two of you stayed like that, his sweet caramel apple scent swirling around you as his wrist rubs against the scent gland on your neck, making you pretty much go limp at the feeling. The way his nails scratches at your scalp every so often was also pushing out small sounds of comfort and enjoyment, which lead to Jimin crooning at you. “I need to do your hair.” he mumbles, making you shrug as he pulls away, pushing your shoulders up as he smiles down at you. “Come sit in this chair, I can do it.” His hand motions to the swivel chair that was in front of a desk, a large mirror was attached to it, as you got up and sat down he quickly pressed a kiss to your nose making you widen your eyes as he smiles down at you. His hand moved to the chair so you were looking at yourself, it had you looking down as his hand moved all of your hair to be pulled back. 

“Not too much?” You asked, you're looking up at him, his eyes staring at you as he nods his fingers moving through your hair, stopping when they’d get caught on a knot, or a matt. As if he was taking notes on where each one was, then you’d feel him pick it up and a mess with it, evaluating how bad each one was.  “I told Jin it was bad.”

“Actually it’s not, I might have to layer it shorter than you’d like in certain areas like right here.” He picks up a portion to show it to you, making you cringe as he places it down. “This one is denser than the others, but I can try and work through it. It might hurt though.” He muttered, making you sigh, nodding as he quickly wrapped his arms around your neck. His chin resting on the top of your head as your hand reached up and gripped his arm. “It will be okay baby, I swear. With me around your hair will never get like this again, it will always be taken care of, always.” His words had you nodding as he smiled brightly at you, kissing the top of your hair as he pulled away and moved to the desk you were in front of.  Opening a drawer as he set out scissors and other things you really couldn’t put a name to, yet you felt like you could trust him with wherever he was going to do. “So, I'm gonna wet it, and add this detangler I’ve made, it has some oils in it and I'm gonna brush as much as I can out without destroying your scalp in the process, it’s gonna seem like you lost a lot of hair but it’s just build up, okay baby?” You nod, his smile calming you as you take a deep breath in, you see a brush and spray bottle in hand as you feel the mist against your head making you jump. 

“Cold.” You mutter making him giggle as he sprays again then places the bottle back on the table as he grabs your hair, and starts to brush out the ends.

“Can..can I ask about you?”  He wonders after a few minutes of listening to a brush run through your hair, a knot or two already worked through as you look at him through the mirror.

“I guess..” 

“You don't have to answer anything you dont want too, you can tell me as much and as little as you want..we have the rest of our lives to tell each other everything..and this is just the start.” he mumbles a small smile playing on his lips as you sigh and nod.

“Go for it.”

“Okay, easy one, how old are you?”

“I think..I think I’m twenty four, the hunters got my pack when I was sixteen…and this would be the ninth winter.” You matter though you knit your eyebrows together as you sigh, “I'm not very good at math though so.” You eyes closing as he nods, though you could see the hesitation when you look up and your eyes meet.

“Do you remember….remember when your birthday was?”

“That spring I turned sixteen, so I think next I’ll be twenty five.” Your words kinda end in a question making him smile at you, his hands pulling themselves from your hair and wrapping around your neck once again.

“Then that makes you the baby of the family, Kookie is twenty five now, Tae and I are twenty seven and Joonie and Hoseok are twenty eighth and Yoongi is twenty nine and and Jinnie is thirty.” He mumbles, a breath after each age, excitement growing with each word as he moves back to brushing out another knot, being gentle as he possibly could be. “Though just cause you’re the baby doesn’t mean I'm not your baby.” he muttered, a small smile on his face as you chuckle as you see a blush painting his cheeks as he shook his his head, “That sounds stupid.”

“No, it’s the truth you and Jinnie are my babies.” You muttered, making him let out a choked breath, as he stepped back and took a deep breath in.

“Stop making me feel so small, you you butt.” he huffs, making you chuckle as you shake your head taking a deep breath in and out as he shakes his shoulders. “I can’t be small and cut your hair, can’t work like that.” 

“Okay okay.” You mutter making him huff as he slowly gets back to brushing your hair out, “Any more questions?” You ask, making him rapidly nod as he takes a deep breath in and looks at you through the mirror once again.

“So what's your favorite season?”

“The time of year before winter, where the leaves change and the weather cools down and the food migrates.” Your words had him nodding at you, “I've heard people call it Fall and Autumn but I'm not sure which is the right term.”

“I think everyone calls it something different, I call it fall cause all the leaves fall but Namjoon and Hoseok say Autumn.” 

“What about you?”

“I guess..hmm spring? Everything new and fresh.” You smile at him as you feel a tug at your scalp making you wince as he lets out a soft apology. “Okay favorite color?”

“Brown.” He let out a snort at your single word answer, and with how fast you had responded, “It just..you all have brown eyes..and I..okay next question.” he coo’s at your words, his eyes shining at you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“So so so sweet, okay okay next question…what’s your favorite childhood memory?” His question was innocent enough, though it had you pausing, trying to remember before your world became nothing but control control control. Your head tilted  as you felt yourself shrug, not really knowing what it would be as he smiled at you. “Come on, there has to be one?”

“I guess..I guess when..when there was this thunderstorm..and my mom was able to sneak my dad into the Omega room, and he held me and her as long as he could before the packs Alphas would grow suspicious.” You felt your chest tighten at the thought of your mother and father, the few memories of him you have were honestly the ones  you held most dear to your heart. “Any memory with my dad honestly.” You whisper your eyes looking down at your lap as you hear him take a deep breath in.

“Omega room?” Jimin asked, his eyebrows knitted together as you looked, gave him a nod. The feeling of his brushing slowing as you saw his shoulders drop.

“Don’t know what it is?” You mumble, a scoff at the end as he nodded, “Most don’t…it’s what..what the older packs used to keep Omegas separate form the rest of the pack, or the world. It was used for Alphas to be able to control the population and show power..you only ever left when you were a  different rank and was old enough to leave your mom or when an Alpha wanted you…” You stop mid sentences taking a deep breath in as you mentaly curse at yourself, feeling too comfortable around Jimin was making you revile things you never wanted to. Fear that the pack would shun you or use you like your old pack did. “Can..can we change the topic.” you stuttered Jimin's sniffling as he placed the brush down and crawled into your lap. Letting out a surprised sound as he wrapped his arms around your neck, head burying itself into your neck as you felt his lips move to your scent gland making you stiffen as he paused. “Jimin?”

“Can I please..please?” he muttered against your glande his breath fanning your skin as your frozen hands moved to rest on his waist, one moving to the back of his head.

“I don’t know what you want.” You answer honestly, making him nuzzle closer to you as you hear him sniffle once more.

“Suckle, need to scuckle at your scent glande..it..it calms me..calms most Omegas..I..please I kinda did it earlier.”

“That's what that was?” You mumbled, fingers twisting into his hair as he nodded, making you take a deep breath in. “Explain it to me more afterwards?” You ask, making him nod as you sigh, and push his head towards your neck, making his mouth part as you felt his soft tongue run along your skin. You scent pushing outwards, wrapping around the room as he suddenly starts to suck at the scent that was being expressed out. It had him moaning as you felt his fingers start to knead into your shoulders. His eyes closed as you felt drool sliding down the side of your neck, your own mind drifting into a daze , the feeling of your scent glade being messed with was slightly uncomfortable, the gland swelling with each suck and lick had your fingers digging more and more into his waist. The feeling of one of his hands moving to your jaw, moving your head further to the side, his other hand moving to the back of your neck as you felt him moaning against you. The feeling was making your breathing rapid, and your heart felt like it was going to pound against your chest when you suddenly feel this hips hult forward.

“Jimin…” You whisper, making him freeze as he pulls away, licking your glande once again, making your whine as he pants. Forehead resting against your cheek as his breathing fans against your skin.

“Sorry..sorry…got..a..it was a lot.” he whispered, chuckling at the end making your blink slowly as your hand moves up from his wasit and around his middle locking at his spin as you move your head and nudge yours against his. “Suckling…it helps Omega ground themselves when they’re upset..it can be sexual too but it useally isn’t..I..I suckle a lot even when Im not stressed if I’m being honest I just like to do it..some times I suck on the boys fingers when I’m sleepy too I just..like things in my mouth.” he awkwardly laughs at the end as he slowly pulls away from you. His eyes blow out as he clears his throat body relaxing as his arms drop from your neck to rest in his lap. “I..I drop a lot…I’ll try not to be around you till we’re more comfortable around each other but sometimes I can’t help it.” He warns making your nod as one of your hands land on his jaw making him look up.

“It’s okay…what..what made you feel the need to?” 

“Omega rooms sound bad….and to imagine you in one hurt..hurt me.”He whispers the last part, making you nod as you clear your throat and let out a throaty croon his way.

“It wasn't always bad..I mean I always had my mom and we…we were kinda a big unmatched pack? Like a pack pack..”

“With like a head Alpha and stuff? Where not everyone is matted and stuff?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t very pleasant…though maybe before the hunters..the humans… started targeting them they were better? I'm not sure.” You wonder, your thumb is moving along his jaw as he looks at you. “Soooo..my hair?”

“Oh yeah..I got all that I can out and now I need to cut and style..okay?” You nod as he takes a deep breath in and looks at you, “I need one more moment…holy shit.” He says eyes widen as he leans forward, hand on your neck as his thumb runs along your very  swollen scent gland making your body flinch. “I..I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s fine.”

"When was the last time someone scented you.”

“Besides you? Uh…when I last saw my mother when I was sixteen.” You mutter, head tilting as he gulps and nods, his eyes looking back at you as he frowns slightly.

“That's a long time..no wonder why it's all swollen..I mean some swelling is normal..but it..it looks raw.” He says making you nod.

“It feels like it.”

“Is..is that why you don’t drop? Or nest..you just haven’t had the opportunity too?” He asks, making you blink slowly and shrug as you look at him, “You’re Omega just been lonely?”

“I haven’t heard my Omega in years.” You state, which just made him freeze, you start to freak out when you see tears filling his eyes, yet he stops you. Taking a deep breath as he slid off of your lap and let out a breath. “Jimin?”

“Just..I need..I need to do your hair before I freak out and then I can’t do it anymore. Just..just..”

“Okay.” You nod, watching as he grabs scissors and stats to cut at your hair. The sound of the blade cutting through your hair had you closing your eyes, feeling weight falling from your head, especially when you know the biggest mat of hair on your head drops. The feeling of the tight hair that was holding it, your head being released had your tight body relaxing. Though the moment wasn't as relaxing as it would’ve been if the way Jimin had reacted wasn’t on your mind. The way he had pulled himself from you, how he held back tears and sniffles broke your soul. Your core fighting to comfort the low pack mate, the feeling of yoru Omega itching at the back of your mind, and though you sometimes wish you could link with her, you were scared. Cause If this was the reaction of your lowest ranked Omega, what would be the reaction of your Betas? Your Alphas? You already feel like a disappointment, a speck of dirt on their skin, a broken piece of their pack that was unwanted. Yet you had decided this morning you wanted them, and nothing else.  You wanted to not to ever fall asleep hungry again, you never wanted to feel as dirty as you were ever again. You never wanted to live a moment without Jimin sweet fresh caramel, apple scent, or the twisty sweet and spicy scent of Jin. You couldn’t, wouldn’t wish to live a day without them ever again. 

“Okay….all done..can..can we take a nap now?” He whispers, making you nod as you stand up, eyes looking to see your hair was indeed shorter, but it was not as short as you thought it was going to be. Looking over you see Jimin was already climbing into his bed, his small frame being eaten away from the pillows and furs that were being tossed around. You see the way tears were sliding down his face a s you slowly approached the bed, his head snapping up, hand reaching and grabbing Jin sweater and yanking you on to the bed, and what you assumed was a messily made nest.  You fall onto your side as he suddenly is maneuvering your body around, till you were sitting up his hand moving things around, holding then bundling up blankets as he let out claiming chirps to himself. Hand reaching up to whip away his own tears every few seconds as he sniffles.

“Jimin?” You ask, hand reaching for his wrist, making his rapid movements stop as he looks over at you.

“Miinie is making a nest..nest keeps us safe.” He mutters sternly as you look at him, dropping his wrist as you watch. His hands then knead at a certain place and once he nodded at the look of said place he then grabs your wrist and pulls you down, curling himself around you as the two of you rest in the center of the nest. His hands knead at your stomach as he huffs slightly. Then suddenly the back of his hands start to aggressively  rubs at his eyes. 

“Hey, hey don’t hurt yourself.” You mutter, grabbing his hand, placing it on your chest as you turn and face him. “Im okay now.”

“But..but your Omega is lost..how can you be okay with them lost? What happened to you for her to be lost?” He whines, his lip jutting out as he looks at you, your free hand moving to cup his cheek as you move your nose to press against his.  Your legs move to throw over his waist, following what natural instincts you have, and pull him as close to you as you could. “What happened to my Omega?” He whispers, a broken cry afterwards, that you swear heard your heart breaking.

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