#charles greywolf fan fiction

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Intensity (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader SMUT)

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, MINORS DNI, MDNI, heavy sexual content, all smut no plot, fluff at the end, pnv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, some fingering, Dom!Charles, some spanking, slight degradation, slight praise kink, throat holding, hair pulling, I think that's everything!!

(A/N): HAPPY BIRTHDAY @iamsarahsaysso I hope you like it!! ❤️❤️

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You bite your lip in an attempt to hide the excited grin that was creeping its way across your features. You had your back pressed flush against the wall, Charles' hand wrapped firmly around your throat. "You knew exactly what you were doing today. Didn't you, you little minx?" 

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You smirk. His eyes rake down your body, landing on the hem of your slightly too short pencil skirt. You knew the length and the way the fabric hugged your curves would drive Charles absolutely wild knowing he couldn't have his way with you until you were behind closed doors.

"You're lucky I didn't make an example of you right in front of them." He growls. He looms over you, caging you in between his body and the wall. He releases your throat, taking your chin between his fingers to keep your eyes locked on him. “Unless you’ve forgotten who you belong to.” He smirks, dropping his hand from your face to let a finger trail down the opening of your blouse between your breasts, pushing the fabric aside to show off the gallery of deep purple love bites Charles had left on you previously.

“How could I?” You return his smile. His lips were on yours in an instant, an arm wrapping around your waist as the other tangled into your hair, pulling you in the direction of the bed. In one swift moment you were pushed backwards, landing on the plush mattress with a flustered giggle. Charles hurriedly pushed up your skirt, biting and sucking dark marks up the inside of your thighs. He made quick work of discarding your blouse, the buttons popping off as he tore it open. He chuckled as he noticed you were wearing his favorite set of lingerie underneath your clothes. He collapses on top of you, warm breath fanning over your face as he stares down at your small form beneath him. The way he kissed you was filled with nothing but pure, instinctual need, hands roughly grabbing at your body as if he thought losing his grip on you would cause you to disappear entirely. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, using his free one to discard his pants before roughly pushing your panties out of the way. He ran his fingers over your entrance that was already slick with your juices, you couldn’t stop a gasp from slipping past your lips as he pushed two fingers inside you. He slowly rocked his digits against your walls, hitting a place inside you that had you seeing your stars with every pass.

“Who do you belong to, princess?” He asks gruffly, hungrily watching your frame twist and struggle beneath him. Pleasure was quickly building in your core, when it came to how you enjoyed being touched Charles was an expert. He had every sensitive spot, every tell of your impending orgasm, every action that would make you scream out his name memorized. There was nothing this man loved more than seeing how good he made you feel, knowing that he was the only man that could possibly make you come undone as quickly as he could. You struggled against his hold on you, moaning out his name, telling him that you belonged to him over and over, eyes never leaving his. Your body went rigid, an unholy cry escaping you as your orgasm ripped through your body without warning. Your voice subsided, leaving your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he graciously let you ride out your high. You let out a startled yelp as he effortlessly flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips back to force your ass up in the air. He lined up with your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his cock before slamming fully into you, causing you to cry out. You attempted to scramble away from him, your body still overly sensitive from the aftershock of your last climax. Your actions were immediately met with the sharp sting of his plan connecting with your skin causing you to mewl, your walls clenching tightly around his member at the sensation. He chuckles, rubbing his hand over the spot he just struck. He bends down, placing a kiss between your shoulders. "Are you ready, princess?" You nod your head, kissing him softly to let him know you were alright. "That's my girl." He praises you with a smile. He gathers up your hair, pulling your head back to meet your eyes, his other hand holding on tightly to your waist, his fingers gripping you so tightly you knew he would leave marks behind. His pace rapidly picked up, every snap of his hips lurching your body forward, his hold on you the only thing keeping you in place. Moans tumbled from your lips like a prayer, the edges of your vision going white from the pure buildup of pleasure. You felt his chest press into your back, allowing him to reach even deeper inside of you, the knot in your core winding tighter from every thrust.

"Charles…" you pant out his name. "I'm gonna… Please don't stop…" You were fighting off your climax the best you could to last longer for him, but you knew he was going to break you any second.

"Does my girl want to cum?" He asks in a low, gravelly tone. You nod, tears pricking at your eyes solely from being overwhelmed by how good he made you feel. Seeing this only caused him to fuck you harder, his thrusts moving at a brutal, almost animalistic pace. You screamed in pleasure, whatever strength you had left in your body instantly giving out. Your legs shook as they collapsed beneath you, Charles fucking you into the mattress as his own climax grew close. He moans your name as he buried his cock as deep inside of you as he could manage. Your voice left your throat quiet and hoarse at the feeling of his release filling you. He eased himself out of you, you hissed at the slight sting you felt as he did so. "Don't move sweetheart, I'm gunna get you all cleaned up, okay?" You give him a sleepy nod in response, all of your energy spent. Charles heads into the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth, carefully cleaning in between your legs before helping you get into bed under the covers. He crawls in next to you, you immediately nuzzle into his side.

"I love you honey." You say through a yawn, he wraps an arm around you, holding you close.

"I love you too princess." You could hear the smile in his voice. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired." You giggle. "You really wore me out tonight." You lean up, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"I wasn't too rough with you, was I?" You shook your head, letting it rest on his chest so you could hear his heartbeat. "You're my everything, you know that?"

"And you're mine." You respond softly. You felt him hold you a little tighter. The two of you sharing a hushed conversation until you both drifted off in each other's arms.

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[idonthaveanaccent]

Just a little rambling and then a few bands I really like and you should totally check out, so expand it if you wanna see them :)

I know this isn’t a normal update, I just have to talk about this with someone.

Music is a vital part of everyday life for me. Everything I do has a backtrack. If I’m not watching a show in my room, I have to have music playing. When I write I have headphones in, blasting music, like right now. To go to sleep and sleep easily I have to play music, ever since I was young I’ve done it. I can’t remember not falling asleep without music playing. Music even helps inspire what I write. 

Point is, I love music. 

However, I am extremely uncomfortable with sharing my music. My freshman year I was made fun of the type of music I listen to, which has evolved a bit in the 3-4 years since that time, however it hasn’t ventured too far. 

When I was eleven my parents gave me a windows phone with no sim card, but it had a music app. They downloaded a bunch of child friendly songs and it was the first time I could control what I listened to. Before I had an old MP3 which was filled with Disney songs, Anamaniacs tunes, and ABBA’s Golden Hits. I can sing all them by heart, dances are a fun time for me. Now, I could look up songs. 

My best friend was into the alternative scene as her sister is six years older than us and as such had a more ‘adult’ music sense. She introduced me to the classic bands, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Panic! At the Disco, etc. I loved their music, we’d listen to it on the bus to middle school. However, as time went on, I began expanding my music taste. I got into My Three Days Grace, Shinedown, and other similar bands. Then, Freshman year came.

I remember the moment clear as day. I was working on my photography notebook the week before finals like the dumbass I was am, with Pandora open and listening to one of the many radios. Then, a song came on. It was by a band I hadn’t heard of before. It was called Bad Company, and the band was called Five Finger Death Punch. Now, little fourteen year old me was a little shocked by the name but the song wasn’t unlike anything I’d heard before. I decided I liked that song and favorited it.

A little while later more of their songs began popping up, but they were a little different. Heavier. Angrier. And I loved it. I don’t know what it was about the gruff vocals or pounding drum beats or glorious guitar solos, but I was hooked. I then moved onto Spotify and listened to their albums, headbanging all the way. This was my first experience with Metal, and you better believe I was a fan.

As time went on I explored more bands. Alesana, Asking Alexandria, Crown the Empire, A Day to Remember, Halestorm, Ghost, etc. I tried showing people my favorite bands but they made fun of my music taste, mimicking their screams whenever I looked up. It was disheartening, and I never wanted to share it again. Not until I knew they were okay with it. I had people tell me they were scared of that music, and asked me to never play it in front of them. You can see how that would make me never want to tell anyone about it, right? Well, I kept it to myself, electing to share music with only a few people, one being my friend. She always jokes about how she showed me Fall Out Boy and all them and then lost me along the way. 

During Junior year I discovered even more bands, including one of my favorites, Ice Nine Kills. Amazing band, you should definitely check them out, but the advertising comes later. My music taste also diversified a little and I began listening to softer bands, like grandson and The Ghost Club. 

Now, to the main show. My recent music taste.

It all began with one Instagram video. A meme video that really isn’t all that funny. I was actually just looking through what I saved and it happened to be in a  really small folder, so I clicked it. Here is the exact video

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A post shared by positive memes (@positive_and_negative_memes) on Feb 23, 2019 at 6:14pm PST

So I was interested the song and band and decided to look them up. What I found was simply...amazing.

Okay, here comes the advertising of my favorite bands :)

I. Gloryhammer

The first Power Metal band I discovered and still my favorite. Here’s how Gloryhammer describes themselves:

“And lo, Planet Earth had been destroyed by the Hootsman, with an explosion so powerful it ripped a hole in the very fabric of spacetime. And yet, Zargothrax was still not defeated, for he managed to use his last shreds of power to escape through the dimensional rift. Vowing to defeat the evil sorcerer, Angus McFife XIII followed him into the portal, with no idea where it might lead…“

That may seem confusing, and it is, but trust me, when I tell you a bit more, it will all make sense. 

So Gloryhammer is one of the best bands I have ever heard before. Their concept is absolute gold and is the only of its kind I’ve seen before. Basically, every single one of their songs tells a story of the Land of Fife. The Lead singer (Thomas Winkler) is Prince Angus McFife (the 1st and 13th), keyboard/backing vocals (Christopher Bowes) is the Evil Sorcerer Zargothrax, guitar/backing vocals (Paul Templing) is Sir Proletiues, leader of the warriors of Crail, drums (Ben Turk) is the Ancient Hermit Ralathor, and last but never least is bass/backing vocals (James Cartwright), the Mighty Hootsman! 

Each album follows a part in the epic saga, with three in total. The first album tells the story of the original Angus McFife the I whereas the next two follow his ancestor, Anguc McFife XIII. I don't want to give too much spoilers but let's just say that all three are filled with so much creativity and twists that it’s like listening to a movie! I cant even express how if you are looking for something to listen to that has dragons, goblin kings, evil sorcerers, hammers, and space, then this is the band for you! 

I am going to put one song by them down because you can only have five and I’m big mad about it.

Gloryhammer - Legends from Beyond the Galactic Terrorvortex

So yeah, that’s band numero uno!

II. Sabaton

What is there to say about Sabaton that hasn’t already been said... 

Unlike Gloryhammer, Sabaton is older, formed in the nineties. Here’s what they say about themselves on their website:

“In the nearly two decades since their launch, Swedish metallers Sabaton have carved out a reputation as one of the hardest working bands in the business – gaining a legion of loyal fans across the globe, delivering eight highly-rated studio albums (including two certified platinum-sellers), and scoring multiple industry award wins and nominations… not to mention launching their own annual festival and cruise.

Combining soaring power riffs with vocalist Joakim Brodén’s instantly-recognisable gruff baritone, the band refuses to be simply slotted into a genre. Fans need only know them as Sabaton: the heavy metal band that sings of real life wars and the people who played a part in them – of gruelling campaigns and dazzling acts of bravery, of magnificent victories and touching personal struggles – true stories more fantastic than any fiction,”

Sabaton is, as they stated, a band dedicated to sharing stories of true battles throughout history. On their website they even have a whole calendar dedicated to historic events, so you can see what happened in history on whatever day you’d like! 

As a huge history geek, this band is amazing. I would watch the World War documentary series before I went to bed in middle school because I thought all of that stuff was so interesting. If I didn’t love writing and English as much as I do then I’d go into a career where history was involved. They were actually a part of my Spotify Wrapped this year where I explored 27 of their songs, listened to six of their albums, and spent over 39 hours listening to just them this year. 

Unlike what I did before, I am just going to showcase three of my favorite songs by them because they have way too many albums and I’m sad to say I didn’t listen to all of them. 

The Lost Battalion - The Last Stand

Now, onto the third band and a good one too!

III. Powerwolf

I’m not a religious person, I grew up being taught all that stuff but I consider myself to be more agnostic rather than Christian or any of that stuff. But, if there’s one religious thing I don’t mind bumping its the Priests of Metal, Powerwolf! Here's what they have to say about themselves:

“After spilling gallons of blood and fighting tirelessly, after only two albums with Napalm Powerwolf shot straight to the pole position of the official German album charts (and another album made it into the top three!). After selling out venue after venue and thrilling bigger and bigger hordes of fans, the time is right for a new chapter: The Sacrament Of Sin which offers eleven metal psalms forged for all eternity!

Powerwolf entered Fascination Street Studios in Örebrö, Sweden starting in January 2018 to work on their seventh manifesto together with renowned producer Jens Bogren (Opeth, Arch Enemy, Amon Amarth). The result is brimming with the Germans` trademark sound, and yet the band have recorded their boldest and most adventurous album to date! ‘Where the wild wolves have gone‘ even marks the first ballad in Powerwolf history – whereas ‘Nightside of Siberia‘ does the exact opposite and turns out to be one of the heaviest tunes the fivepiece have ever written. ‘Incense And Iron‘ simply MUST be part of every future setlist with its folky nature and anthemic catchiness; and epic single ‘Fire & Forgive‘ brilliantly melts infectious melodies into timeless, heavy shredding. The Sacrament Of Sin overwhelms both with sophisticated songwriting and sheer aggression – and proves once more why Powerwolf are the one and only true high priests of heavy metal!,”

The band is made up of vocalist  Karsten Brill as "Attila Dorn", lead guitarist Benjamin Buss as "Matthew Greywolf", bassist/rhythm guitarist David Vogt as "Charles Greywolf", keyboardist Christian Jost as "Falk Maria Schlegel" and drummer Roel van Helden. 

They’re really awesome and here’s my favorite song by them.

Army of the Night - Blessed and Possessed 

Now onto the fourth band ;)...

IV. Brothers of Metal

Oh boy, if you thought the bands might’ve mellowed out a little then you are sorely unprepared for this glorious group...

When I was younger I was one of those Percy Jackson kids, but my love for mythology started long before I read one of those books. As I grew older I expanded my knowledge, moving away from Greek and Roman and into Norse and other mythologies. You can imagine my joy when I found Brothers of Metal. They have no Wikipedia or website so here’s what Spotify says about them:

“BROTHERS OF METAL consist of eight powerful Viking warriors that originates from the glorious kingdom of Falun, far up in the north. Falun is a mighty town that lies within the dark iron woods where only true metal warriors reside. BROTHERS OF METAL are known to most as the strongest metal band in the nine realms. 

Before time, our eight warriors would travel through the realms and protect the good folk against evil. It was one of those nights that the legacy of metal was born. They came home from some pretty intense giant slaying and felt the common urge for mead and entertainment. The mead was generously flowing from the teats of Heidrun, but the music was really bad. The warriors took what instruments they could find and started playing, thus they wrote their first song Son of Odin, creating a tribute hymn to the strongest god they knew. 

The mortals of the kingdom was so impressed with the music that they couldn't get enough, our warriors looked at each other and so a band was formed. Together they swor an oath to keep the flames of true metal burning and to continue to play until the earthlings had worthy entertainment of their own, it's yet to come,” 

They haven’t released a ton of music when compared to the bands I listed before them, but they are absolutely amazing! All their music videos make me chuckle and when I watch Q&A’s they’ve posted they feel so down to earth that a person whos probably a decade younger than them if not less/more can relate to them. All their music has to do with Norse Mythology, but here’s my favorite music video yet:

The Mead Song - Prophecy of Ragnarök

And yeah, that’s it!

I hope you all weren't too bored and I hope you at least somewhat enjoyed this. It feels good to talk about my favorite bands. I’d love to put more videos in but Tumblr won’t let you so I guess we’re stuck with only one per band. I planned on doing three each but I guess that’s dead in the water. 

Oh well.

If you like any of this music/band honestly just reach out and talk to me, I love chatting about music. I don’t know a ton about the logistics or anything like that but we can share bands or songs or whatever. I sound really lonely which is true but please don’t feel shy.

See you all later! 

-Paige

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Upcoming Fics!

(I figured I'd start playing one of these every so often so you guys can get a preview of what I'm working on! This is everything I currently have in the works to be posted here over the next few weeks! I'd love to know which fic you guys are looking forward to the most!)

The Confessional (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) SMUT - First installment of The Sacrilege Series! Mutual pining turns into something more when Reader confesses that they've been having sinful thoughts about one of the High Clergy Members.

Unnamed Iceburg x Fem! Reader one shot, Fluff/Smut - Reader returns to her home of Water7 after years of running for her past. On a mission to apologize for how things ended between them she quickly realizes she's still deeply in love with her former flame. Will she finally forgive herself for her mistakes so they can be together?

Right Beside You (working title) (Vessel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF REQUEST - Reader finds herself in Vessel's company as a bad thunderstorm rolls in. Vessel is very quick to jump in to try and provide comfort maybe he was just looking for an excuse to hold you in his arms as the two have a quiet intimate evening in her apartment. Separate from Fall For Me universe.

The Anointing (Matthew Greywolf x Fem! Reader) SMUT REQUEST - The second installment of The Sacrilege Series! Father Matthew asks you to participate in a ritual with him, more details to come...

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) Part 10 - An unexpected visitor arrives at Reader's doorstep, after the jarring wake up call the four make the most of their time snowed in.

Alone With You (William Afton x Fem! Reader) Part 3 - @ruh--roh-raggy - Reader finds her growing feelings for her boss harder to keep hidden, Henry tries to teach Will how to flirt, Sarah decides to take things into her own hands, awkwardness and fluff ensue.

The Baptism (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader) SMUT - Third installment of The Sacrilege Series! Reader has made the decision to officially join the church. Part of this process is being baptized in the lake behind the Abbey. As she finds her nerves growing she turns to Father Charles who hopes to alleviate any worries from his favorite Sibling.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

To Have and To Hold (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) - Part II

Hello and welcome to part 2!!! I'm feeling so soft for this man omfg, have a cute date and some fun times with friends.

WARNINGS: Consumption of alcohol, some swearing

My Masterlist! ~ A03 Link!

Part I - Part III

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“Thank you.” You smile brightly at the waitress as she sets your espresso down in front of you. Falk had taken you to the coziest little cafe you had ever seen. You sat out on the patio at white metal tables, each decorated with a small blue vase with yellow flowers in the middle. The food had been wonderful, the company you found yourself in even better. As the waitress walks away Falk reaches across the table taking your hand in his.

“I��ll make sure to take you out somewhere fancier the next time.” He winks at you.

“I think this was the perfect place to go.” You smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “I'm happy I get to spend time with you, to learn more about you, we could be eating greasy burgers in some random parking lot right now.” The two of you share a chuckle.

“I guess I just want to impress you.” He admits bashfully. “I was honestly shocked that you even agreed to come to lunch with me and now we’re even calling this a date… I just feel really under prepared.” He smiles softly, his thumb languidly running over your soft skin.

“You've already done more than enough to impress me.” You giggle, his eyes snap up to look at you, a slightly shocked expression painting his features. “Falk you're an incredible man, I've known that from the start. Over the years that's only become more obvious. You're kind, patient, passionate about what you do, you care so deeply for the people around you… you're also incredibly handsome.” Your cheeks warm, your gaze drifting to the table as you grow flustered from complimenting him.

“Thank you Maus. I'm sure it's no secret that I think you're beautiful… I still just can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that someone so bright and full of life would want to spend their time with, well, me.” He states quietly.

“You're acting like you're a thousand years old.” You giggle.

“I'm still older than you by quite a bit.”

“And that doesn't bother me in the slightest.” His mouth snaps shut at your adamant statement. “I want to be with someone who makes me happy, who's going to be there to help me back up when I stumble, someone who I can see spending the rest of my life with. I don't see why something as silly as age has to be a factor in that.” He breathes out a laugh, a smile slowly creeping across his lips as he nods in response.

“I agree.” He states simply. “But, if you feel like we’re moving too fast you have to tell me. I'm not trying to pressure you into anything.”

“You're the last person I would expect that from.” After that the rest of your time at the cafe dissolved into much less serious conversations. Your feelings being relatively somewhat out in the open made it a lot easier to get to know Falk outside of the holds of work formality. “You know, you still haven't told me what you planned for the rest of the day.” You remark with a teasing smile.

“I would like to offer you a proposition.” He smirks. “We can go with my original plan, which I'm still keeping a surprise. Or, we can head back to the Abbey and enjoy a nice relaxing evening in my quarters continuing this.” He motions in between the two of you.

“I hate making decisions.” You groan, making Falk chuckle in response.

“If you want my opinion on the matter, what I originally had planned might be better for a different day.” He offers some support.

“Relaxing day at home it is.” You giggle. “It’ll give me a chance to change into something comfier.”

“I have some clothes you could borrow… only if you want to.” He rushes to add onto his statement, worried that asking you to get undressed at his quarters might come off the wrong way. “I just figured you wouldn't have to walk all the way to your dorm and all the way across the Abbey to get to my-”

“Falk.” You chuckle, squeezing his hand and snapping him from his rant before he had a chance to get started. “If you don't mind, I think that sounds nice.” He paid for your meals, both of you giddy and somewhat nervous about spending the rest of the afternoon together so casually. The moment you were back at the Abbey and out of the car Falk's hand effortlessly slipped into yours, guiding you through the halls as you talked about whatever came to mind. You stood at his side as he pulled his keys from his pocket. You glanced up at the sound of footsteps, glancing down the hallway only to see Roel, reading through one of the papers in the pile he held, as he slowly ambled in your direction. He glances up slowly, more than likely to check to see if anyone was in his path. His steps paused immediately when his eyes landed on you, Falk completely oblivious to the silent stare off you were having. Roel looked between the two of you, catching sight of Falk fumbling with his keys. His eyes widen before they snap back up to you. Your expression was clearly telling him one single word. Leave. He quickly turns on his heels and hurries off down the hallway just as Falk happened to look in his direction. Your shoulders relaxed as you heard the heavy key finally slot itself into the lock with a loud thunk.

“Sorry if it's a little messy, I wasn't expecting guests.” He chuckles before stepping inside. One thing you always remarked whenever you visited Falk’s quarters was just how comfortable the space was. The main sitting room was decorated with a plus couch, a matching love seat, and two recliners that were positioned in a semi circle in front of his hearth. In front of them a dark mahogany coffee table, a few candles sat in the middle, a relatively large unopened pile of letters on one side that you were beginning to realize represented the mess Falk was talking about. Sun catchers of various colors, sizes, and designs filled the windows, the stained glass making a kaleidoscope of rainbow beams that jutted across the room. “I’ll get some tea started, the dresser next to my bed has all of my lounge clothes in it. Feel free to pick out what you want.” You nod before scampering off to the bedroom, not wanting to make him wait too long. It was easy enough to find exactly what you were looking for, you decided on a faded black T-shirt with a band name you didn't recognize and a pair of gray, plaid fleece pajama pants. You had to roll the pants at the waist, Falk’s monstrous height making them entirely too long for you. You pulled the shirt over your head, the soft fabric clinging to your hips as it accentuates your curves. You fixed your hair as you gave yourself one last look over in the mirror. You softly padded into the kitchen, smiling as you heard Falk humming to himself as he filled the kettle up at the sink. He turns to you when he realizes you had entered the room.

“I hope these are alright, I can always go out then ba-”

“You look incredible.” The words die in your throat at his compliment. He takes a few slow steps closer to you, tentatively resting his hands on your waist. “I'm glad that old shirt still has a use,” he chuckles, “you look very cute in it.”

“Thank you.” You stutter in response, placing your hands on top of his when you couldn't figure out what to do with them. “Are you going to join me or are you planning on staying in slacks and a button down all day?” You ask in a teasing tone. He smirks down at you, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“If you wanted to see me strip you should have just asked.” He winks, chuckling as you grow flustered. “Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back.”

You sit down on the couch, looking around at all the pictures, books, and other various knick knacks that littered the room with a fond smile. You nervously fidgeted with your fingers as you couldn't help but glance at the pile of letters on the table. There had to be at least 20 letters all sent in the same cream colored envelope, it was addressed to Falk in neat script written in a deep red fountain pen. You squinted slightly, trying to see who had sent it. You could just barely make out a name, Alaric Schlegel. Your eyes snapped up to see Falk exiting his bedroom, a black T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, a matching pair of sweatpants hanging comfortably from his hips. A smile passes over his lips seeing your guilty expression. He knew what you had been doing without even having to ask. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been snooping.”

“You weren't Maus, don't worry.” He chuckles, collapsing into the cushions at your side with a soft groan. “If it was anything important they would've been put away.”

“Are they from your dad?” You couldn't stop the question from bubbling past your lips. Falk nods, picking up one of the letters in his hand before fidgeting with the edge of it.

“They are, I have some things that I need to take care of eventually… but I’ll tell you all about that when the time comes.” His golden brown eyes glimmered in the low light as he shoots you a bashful, yet excited look. He could see the curious expression on your face as you studied the letter in his hand. Due to the fact that all of the High Clergy rarely ever talked about their families openly he could only imagine the questions you would have. “I don't bite you know,” he chuckles, “if you want to ask me something you can.”

“I just don't want to pry.” You respond.

“It's not like you won't learn about it eventually.” He chuckles.

“Does he do what you do? Your dad?” You ask softly.

“He used to, he had a Parish of his own until he retired and moved to the mountains with my mom.” He explains. “I'm sure you saw, but his name is Alaric, my mother's name is Charlotte.” He scans around the room, making a small sound of approval before he darts up from the couch. He pulls a photo out of the chaotic mix of pictures that filled the small mantel above the fireplace. “This is them.” He hands it over to you, taking his place at your side once again, his arm resting comfortably across your shoulders. You're met with the sight of a slightly younger Falk, his expression drawn and stoic, his body half hidden behind the chair his father sat in. Your brows furrowed slightly as your eyes drifted to the next member in the photo.

“You really look like your mom, huh?” You remark, looking up at him with a warm smile. The woman that stood beside him was tall, slender, an almost effortless elegance to her presence. Her mousy brown hair swept up in an intricate up-do, a few pieces falling out to frame her face. Falk shared her nose, long and slender with a slight hook at the end. Her blue eyes sparkle like sapphires against her pale complexion, despite her lack of smile for the photograph she still radiated warmth. “She’s beautiful.” You remark in awe, causing him to chuckle.

“I'm sure she’ll be flattered, I feel like the two of you would get along really well.” He smiles in response. Falk’s father was at the center of the photo. A burly, barrel chested man with broad shoulders and a thick, dark beard. He looked like the physical embodiment of a bear. His hair swept back, his features held an almost bored expression as he sat tall in his seat. The brass wolf ring on his pointer finger glinted slightly in the light.

“If you don't mind me asking, why wasn't your sister in this picture?” You hand the small object back to him, allowing him to put it back in its proper place.

“She refused to have anything to do with my father’s Parish after she found out that I was going to be the one training under him and not her.” He explains bluntly. “If the time comes for… the festivities of us tying the knot.” He clears his throat, you couldn't miss the way his cheeks flushed slightly at the mention of marrying you. “She’ll show up, I am her brother after all, but she's definitely not going to be happy about it.” You swallowed thickly, your hands growing clammy at the thought of having to deal with somebody who sounded so intensely negative.

“I'm sure she won't be that bad.” You attempted to reassure both of you, but you weren't even sure if you believed yourself.

“Well, we won't need to cross that bridge for a while anyhow.” He smiles warmly at you,making your heart thrum in your chest.

“Yeah, you do have a point.” You giggle. His fingers trail over your cheek, brushing away some hair that had fallen into your face.

“We’ve got all the time in the world Maus, and I plan to enjoy every second of it.” You wanted to melt under his gaze. The gentle smile that adorned his lips as he studied your features caused you to grow flustered. Golden brown irises met yours before they dropped to your lips, quick enough that you almost missed it. You both jumped slightly as the kettle started to sing in the kitchen. “I'll go get that.” He chuckles awkwardly before pushing himself off the couch. He comes back a few moments later with two mugs of tea, yours prepared exactly how he knew you liked it. The two of you sat and talked for a while, growing more comfortable in each other's presence with every passing second. Your eyes darted in the direction of the door when there was a sudden knock outside. Falk glances up at the clock before cursing under his breath. Before he had a chance to answer it the door swung open, Attila trudging into the room.

“I think we’re going to need something a little stronger than tea after the day I've had, my friend.” A heavy glass bottle thuds loudly on the table as he sets it down. He opened his mouth to speak again, freezing when he noticed your small form tucked into Falk’s side. He states your name curiously, your eyes wide due to the fact you didn't know how to respond at the moment.

“This is why you should knock.” Falk jokes before turning his attention back to you. “I'm sorry Maus, I forgot what day it was.”

“We can always reschedule.” Attila suggests.

“No!” You exclaim, hurriedly standing up before Falk had a chance to protest. “If you already had plans, I'll go, I wouldn't want to be-”

“Sit down.” Attila waves you off. “Do you know how to play poker?”

“I'm sorry, sir?”

“Do you know how to play poker?” He asks again with more gustow on the second go around. You shake your head hesitantly, your brows furrowing together as you try to figure out just what the hell was going on here. “I'm sure Falk wouldn't mind teaching you.” He chuckles. You glanced to the side to see Falk wearing a similarly confused expression. “What?”

“You just… you don't seem too confused by the fact that I'm here.”

The words barely had time to escape you before Attila spoke up. “Does this mean he finally asked you out on that date?” Your eyes widen, your cheeks flushing the instant the question flew forward.

“I did, we went to lunch at that cafe…” Falk snaps his fingers as he tries to remember the name, both of them shouting it out in unison as it came to them.

“Well, it's about damn time.” Attila chuckles. “I swear, if I had to listen to you spout the same nonsense about how she was going to think you're gross because you're so old-” he's cut off by the sound of you giggling, a smile quickly stretching across his face at Falk’s annoyed eye roll. “It's true, but I can assume today went pretty well.”

“I guess you could say that.” You smile playfully at Falk, nudging his shoulder.

“Well, as long as you don't mind hanging out with a bunch of old men playing cards, you're more than welcome to stay.” He jokes in response.

“Do you want to stay?” Falk asks softly, making sure his voice was only loud enough for the two of you to hear.

“If you wouldn't mind,” he swallows thickly as your hand slips into his. “I'd hate to cut my time with you short.” He breathes out a laugh, a soft smile spreading across his features. Attila approaches the couch, two crystal glasses swirled with amber liquid.

“Do you drink?” He asks you.

“Sometimes.” He offers you the glass. It's cold against your lips, the dark liquid bitter as you timidly sip it. Your face scrunches up reflexively, causing Attila to chuckle.

“It's not for everyone.” Falk takes your glass from your hand, dumping the contents into his own so fluidly it took you a moment to process what would happen.

“I have some wine in the fridge, I'll grab you a glass.” His warm breath bouncing off your cheek as he whispered to you sent a shiver down your spine. You watch him stride into the kitchen, nervously rubbing the soft fabric of the pants you were wearing in between your fingers. Attila sits in the chair closest to the hearth, stretching his legs out with a groan as he basqued in the fire's warmth.

“I'm glad he finally said something to you, all of us were worried he was never going to ask you on a date at the rate he was going.” He chuckles, you jump slightly as he snaps you from your thoughts.

“I’m glad he did too.” You giggle in response. “I was in a similar boat, I guess him and I were just waltzing around the inevitable.”

“I'm just glad you both seem happy, the two of you have been nothing but smiles since I showed up.” You can't help the bashful grin that crosses your lips as you let your gaze drop to your lap.

“It's hard not to be happy when I'm with him.”

“I only have white wine, I hope that's okay.” Falk beams at you as he reenters the living room. You thank him as he slips the glass into your hand. The three of you grew silent as you heard Matthew’s voice boom in the hall, laughing loudly at something the other voice, who you quickly realized was Charles, had said. The pair pushed into Falk's quarters, arms filled with snacks, each of them carrying a case of beer at their side.

“Well, well, well.” You chuckled at Matthew’s greeting. “If it isn't little miss I-have-to-get-to-my-seat, I see that black dress caught some attention, hm?” He teases, making your cheeks warm. There was a sharp smack as Charles slaps him in the back of the head.

“Stop that.” He barks. “It's wonderful to see you again so soon.” He smiles at you.

“Same to you Father.” You respond with a polite nod.

“You don't need to keep being so formal.” Charles chuckles. “I'm sure you're not here for business.” You shake your head in response.

Roel was the last to arrive, a massive pizza perched on his shoulder, a plastic bag of energy drinks hanging in his free hand. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you sitting at the center of the group. “Now just what the hell is going on here?”

“I'm replacing you.” You state bluntly making Attila chuckle.

“My own assistant,” he clutches his chest in lock pain, “I'm hurt.” You seemed to fall naturally into place amongst the rest of them.

Charles nods in your direction, “you want another?”

You glanced down at the empty bottle of beer in front of you. “Sure, why not, one more wouldn't hurt.” You were currently sitting in Falk’s lap, one of his arms loosely wrapped around your waist. His attention switched between your hand and his, helping you analyze your cards while you learned how to play the game. Matthew grabs another bottle from the pack, hooking his ring under the metal cap before cracking it off in one swift motion and handing it over to you.

Falk leans in and whispers in your ear. “Go all in.” He whispers. You lean forward, pushing your decently large pile of chips to the center of the table. Folding your hands neatly in your lap and smiling at the group of shocked expressions before you.

“Gentlemen.” You titter.

“I fold.” Roel pipes up.

“Me too.” Attila follows, throwing his cards down on the table.

“I fold.” Charles groans. Matthew curses under his breath before also tossing his cards into the middle of the table. “Falk?”

“Sorry Maus.” He chuckles before fanning his deck out nearly across the green velvet surface. “Unfortunately I can't pass up a royal flush.” He shrugs with a smirk.

You groan over dramatically. “You're the worst.” He laughs, giving your waist a soft squeeze.”

“Wait, what did you have?” Matthew asks, swatting at your hand as he tries to reach your cards.

“Me? Oh I had jack shit.” You laugh tossing your cards down to reveal that your hand was worth nothing.

“Attila, it looks like we found someone even you can't find a tell on.” Roel chuckles, Attila slaps his shoulder jokingly. “I should probably get heading out.” Roel groans as he stands, his eyes landing on you. “I'm sure you remember, but we have that meeting in the morning-”

“With the church across town, I know.” You smile. There were murmurs and grumbles throughout the group of the various reasons they also had to be on their way, each of them bidding you goodbye until you and Falk were left alone in the room. You began collecting the empty bottles off of the table, Falk’s gaze snapping in your direction at the sound of clinking glass.

“Honey, don't worry about that.” He tries to take the bottles from your hands only for you to pull them out of reach.

“I'm helping, that's final.” A flirtatious smile laces its way across your lips. “You work too hard as it is, I think I can help clean up after a poker game.” You wink. He sighs, shaking his head with a smile of his own as he realizes there's no use in arguing with you. He organizes all the chips back in their proper slots, packing them away, both of you softly managing to clear the clutter from the table. He covers the velvet, the heavy wooden slab back in place, returning the dining room table to its former glory. “I should also get going unfortunately, I have an early morning tomorrow.” You state softly, leaning up against the edge of the counter. Falk walks up to you, one hand landing on your waist, the other wrapping around the granite to cage you in close to him. You grew flustered under his warm gaze.

“I had a wonderful time with you today.” He states in a low tone.

“I did too.” You smile back at him.

“Can I walk you back to your dorm?” He asks with a soft smile, a hopeful glint in his eyes. You nod in response, letting your hand slip into his as you make your way out. You studied the way your hand fit into his. His long, slender fingers wrapped around your much smaller hand like vines. Your thumb stroked over his warm skin, your eyes trailing along the prominent veins that stood out along the back of his hand. “Did you have fun tonight?” You're snapped from your thoughts when he suddenly asks you a question.

“Yeah, I had a great time.” You grin up at him, leaning into his side slightly as you walk. The walk back to your room was much too short for your liking, your door already coming into view as you rounded the corner.

“After you get off work tomorrow, would you want to come to my quarters, I'd like to make you dinner.” He blurts out, as if he didn't get it out right then he would've lost the nerve to ask you.

“You want to make me dinner, hm?” You squeeze his hand. “I love a man who can cook.” You couldn't help but smile as you watched him flush. You paused in front of your door, your hand still comfortably resting in his.

“It's a date then?” He brings your knuckles to his lips, you nod, shooting him a flustered smile. “Goodnight Maus.” He whispers, his warm breath fanning over your skin, causing a shiver to run up your spine.

“Goodnight.” You respond in the same hushed tone. His hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. His eyes drop down to your lips, he swallows thickly before his eyes drift back to yours. He smiles, the warmth of his hand still lingering on your cheek as it falls away.

“Until then, meine Maus.” He nods, giving you one final hushed goodbye before he leaves you standing outside your door alone in the darkened hall.

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Band of Sisters, Band of Thieves (Medieval! Powerwolf x Fem! Princess! Reader) - Part III

WARNINGS: Depictions of battle, description of wounds/bodily injury, fatal arrow wounds, short graphic description of a decapitation, swearing, I think that's everything if I missed any please let me know!

Part II - Part IV

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"Good morning, Your Highness." You couldn't keep the smile off your face as he quietly entered the room. You quickly sent your maid off, assuring her you would be fine in the mercenary's capable hands

"Sir Charles, good morning." You close the book you were reading, offering to pour him a cup of tea as he sits in the chair opposite you.

"Oh, thank you Princess, but I wouldn't want to put you through the trouble." He chuckles. 

"We go through this every morning, it is no trouble at all to make you a simple cup of tea." You meet his gaze, raising an eyebrow at him. 

"Fine, but only because you look like you're about to stab me if I refuse." He teases you with a laugh, you couldn't help but join in with giggles of your own. You carefully pour the tea into the waiting cup, Charles focusing intently on your small, delicate hands as they worked.

"See something interesting?" His eyes quickly snap up to your face, a gentle smile gracing your features. "You're staring."

"My apologies, Princess." He lets out a flustered chuckle. "I just always forget how petite your hands are." You hand him his cup and saucer, his fingers brushing over yours in the exchange.

"Surely it can't be that much of a difference." He held out his hand to you.

"May I?" You give him an apprehensive nod, letting your hand slip into his. He held his up alongside yours. His rough, calloused skin incredibly warm against your own. Your fingertips barely reached his first knuckle, his palm nearly twice as wide as your own. He chuckles at the sight before pulling back. You let your hand fall back into your lap, fighting off the heat that was slowly building in your cheeks.

"So, what story have you come to share today?" He ponders it for a moment, taking a long sip of his tea.

"Let's see, where did we leave off last time?" He hums pensively before continuing, "if I'm not mistaken I was telling you about one of our trips through the mountains?" You nodded, thinking back to the tale he had told you yesterday. "We were crossing the border into the next kingdom over…"

"I'm telling you, something doesn't seem right about this place." Matthew says, keeping a sharp eye on the treeline of the trail. "I feel like we have eyes boring into us from every direction." He looked ahead at his commander, Attila who was also unusually tense. The three of you alerted at the groaning of a tree branch overhead. "Get down!" Matthew shouts, an arrow whizzed overhead just as he ducked down, sticking into a nearby tree.

"My, my, if it isn't Commander Dorn in the flesh, my mistake gentlemen!" A chipper voice rings down from the foliage. Charles readied his axe, he was having trouble pin pointing exactly where the voice was coming from. Was this some kind of enemy attack? If it was, why was he wasting so much time talking? More branches creaked over head, the group trying to follow his path. He appeared from the leaves, dropping into the middle of the path, bow still in hand. "There's been a lot of bandits around these parts recently, forgive the confusion." Charles instantly recognized who they were looking at. Every town they had come across seemed to know of him. Rumors of a lanky man with a bow, a greater shot than Agilaz himself.

"You're that ranger they're all talking about, the one that came down from the North." The man quirks and eyebrow at him.

"Oh, so you've heard of me." He gives them a showman's bow. "Well, flattery will get you everywhere." He chuckles. "Name's Falk, I'd like to venture a guess at you being the Wolfborne Company."

"How have you heard of us all the way out here?" Attila asks, his stern expression never shifting.

"You've had some incredible exploits Commander Dorn, there isn't a single person around these parts that hasn't uttered your name. The fearless leader that carries a sword with a brass wolf head on the hilt." Falk's eyes narrow as they flash down to his Commander's weapon. Attila stares the man down, silently analyzing him.

"You have a horse?" He questions, Falk nods.

"He's a ways off in the woods, but yes."

"You're welcome to ride along with us if you'd like. A man with skills like yours would be a great asset to my company." Falk smirks, slinging his bow over his shoulder.

"Riding along side a band of mercenaries like you? I think it's the other way around." They planned to meet in the next town a couple miles up the path.

"Are you sure we can trust him?" Matthew asks Attila.

"No." He responds bluntly. "But whether we can trust him or not is irrelevant. We're much better off with him as an ally."

"So he's a good shot with a bow, I think he's awfully full of himself-"

"He missed Charles on purpose." Attila explains. "A ranger like him wouldn't miss such an easy shot, especially at a fraction of a centimeter like that."

"Don't think that warrants him riding with us." Charles mumbles.

"Ah, don't be so tough on him." Attila chuckles. "If he was in any way personable I'm sure he would've been snatched up by an army by now."

"It sounds like you and Sir Falk didn't get along at first." You giggle.

"Not in the slightest." Charles responds with a laugh. "Falk has a very… spontaneous personality, to put it lightly. He likes to get himself into trouble by rushing headfirst into things. I'm definitely one of the most tactical of the group. I have a tendency to overthink things."

"I can see why the two of you would butt heads." You say with a smile. "But, you two seem so close now, what happened?"

"Patience Princess, I was getting there." Charles assures you, chuckling at your eagerness. "We had been traveling with him for a couple weeks. We had decided to join up with another group of mercenaries we had worked with in the past, try and get a little extra money before the colder months came. They failed to mention how strong our opponents would be."

For the first time since the battle had started Charles was able to pause for a brief moment to take in the scene that was unfolding around him. The deafening clang of metal against metal never ceased, friend and foe alike lay dead at his feet. He had lost the other members of his company in the chaos, leaving him much more vulnerable than he would have liked. He whirled around at the sound of a loud thud behind him, a giant of a swordsmen falling to the ground, an arrow piercing directly through his throat. Charles' eyes drifted behind his attacker to find Falk standing there, bow still drawn. The two of them stared at each other, neither knowing what the appropriate thing to say in response would be. "Behind you!" Falk suddenly yells. Charles caught a flash of the ranger charging in his direction as he turned to face the threat. He swung his battleax wide, not knowing where his enemy was he would at least stand a chance at hitting him. The edge of his blade grazed the man's arm, not enough to do serious damage but enough to startle him backwards. "I'll cover you, take care of him. We have three more approaching on my side." Charles heaed the thunk of Falk's bow string as he sent an arrow. "Two more." He states smugly. 

"Just don't get yourself killed." Charles says gruffly, he had more important matters to attend to than babysitting his Commander's golden goose. He locked eyes with his enemy, his prior look of surprise now nothing short of pure bloodlust. Charles stood his ground, carefully analyzing the man's movements as he prepared his attack. He was inexperienced; the grip he had on the hilt of his sword was awkward and noticeably too stiff, he took no sort of battle stance, the tip of his sword shook with unease. He charged forward with a yell, his voice cracking as he almost stumbled face first into the dirt. Charles stepped to the side, bringing his ax down swiftly on the man's blade, cracking it in half with ease. The man looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes. It was apparent to Charles now that this was no man, no warrior of this kingdom's army, the boy cowering before him couldn't have been more than seventeen. Charles nods in the direction of the treeline, "get out of here, there's a town about a three days walk through the woods, if there's anyone left of the army they won't go looking for you there." The boy nods, scrambling off before Charles has a chance to change his mind. 

"Shit!" He hears Falk curse. He spins on his heels to find him splayed on the ground, struggling to fight off the knife being forced towards his throat. Charles charged forward with a yell, throwing his full weight behind his swing when the man was in range. The blade sliced through his neck in one fell swoop, his head bouncing off of the ground with a full thud. Falk rolled the man's decapitated body off of him, panting as he struggled to catch his breath. "Charles… thank you." Charles holds out his hand to him, hoisting him from the ground. He brushes off Falk's shoulder.

"I thought I told you not to get killed." They share a laugh. Charles readied his ax at the sound of a snapping twig, by that time Falk had already retrieved an arrow from his quiver and shot it into the approaching man's neck.

"I know it probably doesn't mean much coming from me, but I'm eternally grateful that you saved my life."

"I'd hope you'd do the same for me, that's all." Charles responds with a smile.

"Not to get all emotional during battle, but I'm glad I got to join up with your company, you're a fine group of fighters." He states proudly.

"Save the tears for the victory banquet, we've still got work to do."

"What are you telling her that old, boring story for?" Falk appeared in the doorway, leaning up against the frame and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I need to make sure she knows how insufferable you used to be." Both of them laugh. "I take it I'm being summoned?" Falk nods.

"Roel was supposed to return from his expedition this morning, we're going to ride out to look for him." Charles informs him he'll be along shortly.

"I'm sorry to cut things short today, Your Highness." He apologizes, bowing his head slightly.

"There's no need to be sorry Charles." You reach out and carefully take his hand in yours. "I'm sure you'll find him, but good luck, and please… please be careful." He gently squeezes your hand in his, breathing out a chuckle at how tiny you were compared to him.

"I'll be careful, Your Highness. You have my word."

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Band of Sisters, Band of Thieves (Medieval Powerwolf x Fem!Princess! Reader) - Part I

Summary: 5 daughters of the King find themselves falling for one of the members of a talented band of mercenaries. Their stories intertwine as they embark on a journey of self discovery and finding true love through every challenge they face.

WARNINGS: Mention of character death, slight descriptions of stabbing someone with a sword

Part II

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You sat with your hands folded neatly in your lap, posture as straight as you could possibly muster in the chair at your mother’s side. Your father chatted jovially with the leader of his most infamous band of mercenaries, The Wolfborne Company. You caught his gaze, a flirtatious smile passing over his lips as your eyes met his. "I'd be more than honored to escort the Princess to her meeting with the Duke. It's the least I could do after all the hospitality you've shown us, Your Grace." You aggressively stabbed into one of the vegetables that sat on your plate.

“(Y/N), what has gotten into you?” Your mother whispers harshly at your antics. You sucked in a deep breath as you struggled to regain your composure. He always managed to get under your skin, you loathed the fact he could get such a reaction out of you.

“Excuse me.” You loudly push your chair back from the table, hurrying out of the dining hall. You couldn’t keep the scowl off your face at the sound of him chuckling, undoubtedly at your disgusted appearance. It wasn’t that you had a particular disdain for the Wolfborne Company, it was just their commander. Attila Dorn was one of the most boorish, insolent brutes you had ever met. You huffed angrily, fussing with your skirts in an attempt to get them out of the way of your feet. "He is being absolutely ridiculous, I am the last person to need an escort." You spit out the word like it left a bitter taste in your mouth. You huff, collapsing onto the stone bench you had stumbled across in the garden.

"Sounds to me like it could be a pretty dangerous journey, Princess." Your scowl darkened at the sound of his voice. "Wouldn't want the King's eldest to get into trouble meeting a potential suitor, now would we?" You didn't even want to give him the satisfaction of glancing in his direction.

"I would be just fine going to visit the Duke on my own, thank you very much." You cross your arms over your chest. He chuckles, a sound that makes your blood boil. You reluctantly look up at him as he steps into your direct line of sight. "Surely one of your men has a greater sense of decency than you, I should be going with one of them at the very least." He breathes out a laugh, an unamused look on his face as he stares down at you.

"Just be ready to go by dawn, Your Majesty." It was impossible to ignore the mocking tone in his voice as he stated your title, giving you a pathetic bow before stomping off. Your eyes trailed after him as he left, only until your attention was caught by the sound of laughter deeper in the garden. You let out an amused sigh, playfully rolling your eyes as you recognized it was one of your sisters laughing. You stood, not wanting to interrupt whatever she could possibly be up to. Well, that was your intent at least. Before you had a chance to exit the gardens she stumbled into view, Matthew Greywolf of Attila's band of mercenaries in tow. The two had been seeing each other in secret for quite some time now. They both froze when they saw you, matching wide eyed stares adorned their features. You held a finger to your lips, letting her know you'd keep quiet about what you had seen. You turned and headed back towards the castle, you had a trip to prepare for. You sat in your chambers, struggling to make a selection on which gowns you would like to bring with you for your visit to the Duke.

"Is everything alright, Miss? You seem a bit down." One of your handmaid's asks, perching herself at your side.

"Yes Charlotte, I'm quite alright, they're both just so beautiful I don't know which one to pick." You feign a laugh to amuse her. She went back to assisting you in your choices, leaving you to sit and ponder. If you were being entirely honest, you felt a bit bored by the whole situation. The Duke should have been everything you could ever want; a man of status, someone who could easily take care of you, someone who would be there to assist you in taking over for your father once he had passed on. The Duke wasn't a terrible man by any means, either. He was kind, charming, and handsome. The perfect husband for the Princess. The only issue was the fact that your heart simply didn't belong to him. He was a smart match, you understood that better than anyone. It was your duty to uphold the values and expectations of a kingdom that would one day be yours. But you couldn't shake the memory of the wide eyed little girl sitting at your mother's vanity, her telling you stories of charming princes and adventures in far off lands. Stories about falling in love with a person made exactly for you. Marrying for love never seemed like a feasible option for you. You had been studying and training to become the head of the royal household for as long as you could remember, but you would be lying if you said it didn't hurt to let go of the dream you had as a little girl. Once your handmaids had finished loading up your trunk you dismissed them for the evening, wanting to turn in since you had to get an early start the next morning.

You groaned as one of your handmaids pushed open the curtains, the first light of day just beginning to break over the horizon. "Good morning Miss." She greets you with a smile. You return her greeting, stretching before dropping your feet to the cold wooden floor. She helped you dress, making sure every tie, clasp, and button was done up properly before you headed down to meet Sir Attila and your coachman.

"Good morning, Your Highness." Your coachman bows politely before offering you his hand to help you into the carriage. Attila was already seated inside. He offered you no greeting, just his usual bored expression.

"Sir Attila, good morning." You tried your best to sound cordial.

"I'm surprised, I thought you'd be throwing a tantrum in front of your father about me escorting you." He states with a smug grin. You roll your eyes, turning your attention out the window.

"A lady doesn't throw tantrums." You snip. "If my father believes you're the best man to get me to and from my visit with the Duke safely I have to trust his judgment." You fold your arms over your chest. The carriage lurched a bit as you set off, a tension hanging between the two of you as you sat in an uncomfortable silence. You watched the trees lazily roll by out the window, every so often getting caught up by the sight of birds dancing through the air.

"I apologize for addressing you so rudely, Princess." He mutters, never glancing in your direction. You had to stop the smile that attempted to creep across your lips.

"You're forgiven." You would be traveling for about three days. You were a bit shocked when the carriage stopped and Attila offered his hand to help you out. "Thank you." You say softly, your eyes locking with his as you carefully take the step down. You rested on a nearby rock as you watched him quickly set up camp. Being a mercenary definitely had its benefits in this situation, your tents were set up and a fire was going rather quickly. You kept to yourself, enjoying the stillness of the night air, the shrill chirps of crickets surrounding you. You jumped slightly at the feeling of someone nudging your shoulder.

"You should eat, we still have a lot of traveling ahead." He holds out a bowl of some type of porridge. "I know this is probably insufficient compared to your usual supper, but it'll keep your strength up." You take it from him, your fingers brushing over his gloved ones. He stood by your side for a moment, a silent presence you were grateful for. Ever since the process of finding a suitor had started you had felt more alone than ever. You had your four younger sisters, of course. But they could never understand the kind of pressure you were under. You heard Attila shift, signaling he was about to head back to the fire.

"Attila," he didn't respond, but the silence that followed told you he was listening. "Would you sit with me… just for a little while longer?"

"Of course, Your Highness." He sounded a bit shocked by your request. He sits with his back to yours, both of you quietly eating your meals. "I think it's really admirable how serious you are about being next in line for the throne."

You chuckle, "I'm sorry, did the great Commander Attila just give me a compliment?" You hear him return your laugh. You found yourself smiling, lazily stirring the porridge in your bowl. "Attila?" He grunts. "You can call me by my first name if you'd like." You mutter softly.

"I think it's best if we don't muddy the waters, Your Highness." You're cut off by the sound of your horses getting startled and running off. Attila sensing that something was wrong immediately went on guard. "Stay behind me." You stood, pressing yourself as close to him as possible. He was alerted by the sound of a snapping branch, "get down!" He grabs you, forcing you to duck down by shielding your body with his. An arrow whizzing by was heard overhead followed by the struggled gasp of your coachmen. Attila draws his broadsword, commanding you to sit behind the rock. "If you see anyone you scream. I will be here to protect you, I promise." Before your very eyes, gone was the bumbling brute you were used to seeing around the castle. Commander Dorn now stood before you, just as strong and focused as the stories you had heard of his triumphs on the battlefield. His eyes darted up before he rushed forward, the sound of metal clanging together not far behind you. Your hands shook, your tight corset only adding to your fear ridden anxious breathing, jumping at every potential darting shadow. Your eyes widened as you watched a man emerge from the brush, flail in hand and a malicious smirk on his face.

"Attila!" You cried out for him. Faster than you could comprehend he was in front of you, expertly deflecting the man's attack with a single blow. He grabbed the man by his chest plate, yanking him forward and sending his sword straight into his side. The man collapsed on the ground without a sound, Attila stood in the middle of the clearing breathing heavily. You both perked up at the sound of a much larger group closing in quickly.

He grabs your arm, hoisting you from the ground. "Run." He pulls you in the direction of the trees. You hurried to gather up your skirts, trying your hardest not to trip over the fabric or the roots jutting from the ground. Pure terror wracked through your body, the pure adrenaline the only thing keeping you moving. You were trying your best to listen, hoping you would have lost the group by now, but they were still trailing you through the forest. You almost collapsed as the realization crossed your mind, the sound was growing closer.

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Pancakes For Dinner (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

WARNINGS: None, nothing but fluff.

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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You stared down at the small cream colored envelope that sat in the drawer of your nightstand, Charles' name swirled across the front in your neat script. You breathed out a long sigh before slamming the drawer shut. You sat on the edge of your bed, dropping your head into your hands. You had been harboring feelings for him for a while. What started off as awkward greetings as you passed by each other in the hall slowly turned into something more; shy waves and smiles led to Charles asking if he could sit with you in the dining hall, you found yourself timidly knocking on his office door to ask for help with a problem you could have easily solved yourself. The time you had spent with him allowed a wonderful friendship to blossom. But through all of those gentle nudges as the two of you teased each other on your spontaneous evening strolls and late night pancake dinners in his quarters that had you laughing until you had tears in your eyes you had fallen for him. You screamed as your door burst open, your best friend's heaving shoulders filled the doorway as she struggled to catch her breath. "Mya, what the hell, are you okay?" 

"Charles is back." She gasps. You froze in place, your eyes widening at the news, resisting the urge to push past her and sprint through the halls until you found him. "I figured you'd want to know so you could, oh I don't know, give him that damn letter you wrote months ago." Your eyes briefly glanced down at the drawer.

"Nevermind the stupid letter." You groan as you pull your shoes on. "Where is he?"

"He was still at the entrance the last I saw him, he was talking with Matthew and Falk." She smirks at you, slipping in one last quip before slinking away. "Have fun with your little crush." She teases. You chuckle and roll your eyes before hurrying off to find him. Your slight jog gradually slowed to a stop as your eyes landed on him. You nervously fidgeted with your fingers as you tried to figure out exactly what you were going to say to him.

"(Y/N)!" Your eyes flash up to see Charles had already realized you were there. He practically shoves past Matthew to make his way over to you. "How are you?" You notice him stoop down slightly to be closer to eye level with you, something he subconsciously did frequently when talking to you one on one. A whirlwind of emotions swirled in your chest. You weren't sure if you were going to cry or throw up. You were relieved he was back. You had missed him so terribly; the comfort he brought, the quality time you got to spend together, you missed everything about him. You quickly closed the gap between the two of you, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug.

"I'm glad you're back." You felt Charles go rigid at your touch. You were about to pull back, figuring you had crossed a line, when he crushed you against him. He was so warm, the way his strong arms squeezed around you, you felt so safe.

"I am too." He responds softly, a breathy chuckle lacing its way into his voice. The two of you reluctantly separate, Charles cleared his throat as he politely folds his arms behind his back. "I'm sorry to rush off on you but I have to go meet with Attila about my trip. Maybe…" his eyes darted away from you as he stuttered. "Maybe we could meet in the garden later? Say, around 8?" He asks nervously. 

Your jaw fell slack. "Yeah." 'smooth… real smooth.' You mentally roll your eyes at your dumbfounded response. "I would love to." Charles smiles softly, his mossy green eyes finding yours. 

"I'll see you at 8, then." He excuses himself, giving you one last glance over his shoulder as he heads down the corridor.

"You still haven't told him, hm?" Falk asks as he creeps up next to your shoulder.

"Father, that was something I brought up during confession, you're not supposed to bring that up." You chuckle as you glance back at him, crossing your arms over your chest. 

"It's just us, and it seems you could use some advice." He retorts with a laugh. "Come, sit with me for a moment Sister." He motions for you to follow him, the two of you sitting in a bench basked in the early afternoon sunlight. Falk stretched out with a sigh, enjoying the warm rays as the two of you settled. "You've known Charles for a very long time. I'm sure you know that if he somehow doesn't return your feelings it wouldn't cause him to treat you any differently."

"I know that, it's just…" you paused as you searched for the right words to say. "If he rejects me it'll all really be over, at least this way I can still live in blissful ignorance. I know it's just a silly crush but, Falk, I really like him." You stare at your hands that were neatly folded in your lap.

"You're going to have to tell him sooner or later (Y/N), you can't just live in limbo for the rest of your life." He sighs as he ponders over some advice to give you. "Whatever happened to that letter I had you write?"

"It's still in a drawer in my room." You answer honestly. 

Falk places a gentle hand on your shoulder, "maybe it's time you give it to him." He gives you a soft smile before standing, leaving you to your thoughts. You knew he was right, if you just kept your feelings bottled up you'd lose it eventually. Even now you had trouble keeping your composure around him. The slightest brush of his hand against yours, the smallest compliment, all of it threatened to turn you into a flustered mess in front of him. You wandered the halls, watching as the early afternoon slowly shifted to late, the sun preparing itself to set for the evening. You decided to head to the garden a little earlier than necessary, needing some time to calm your nerves. You took a deep breath, the sweet aroma of the summer flowers filling your nose. You watched as some bumble bees buzzed around, birds sang from a nearby tree. You loved spending time in the garden, but you weren't sure if it was because of the tranquility the garden provided or if it was all the memories it held of time spent with your favorite person. 

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." You perk up at the sound of Charles' voice.

"You didn't, don't worry. I was just enjoying the flowers." You smile up at him. He stands awkwardly next to the bench. You move over, patting the space next to you for him to sit. He stiffly sits down. "How did your trip go?" 

"It went well, although I do have to say it gets rather lonely traveling abroad by myself." He chuckles, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He's quiet for the moment, eyes trailing over the garden. "I missed you." He says softly.

A bashful smile spreads across your face, "I missed you too." You sit in a comfortable silence, both of you just enjoying being in each other's company again.

"Have you eaten?" You shake your head in response. "Would you like to join me for pancakes tonight?" He seemed much more confident than when he had asked you to meet him in the garden earlier. You smile brightly at him, a flustered giggle tumbling from your lips.

"That would be nice." He stands with a soft groan, offering his hand to you. He nods his head in the direction of the path that wound through the flowerbeds. Your hand hesitantly reached towards his, taking one final glance at his relaxed expression before you slipped your hand into his. He gently tugged you closer, arm linking with yours as he kept hold of your hand. The two of you walked along the gravel path, trading stories of what you had been doing during your time apart. You hadn't been up to anything exciting; taking a course with Father Roel about Germanic folklore, working in the library in the mornings, nothing really out of the ordinary. Charles had left for just about a month, working in one of the churches the Abbey had a particularly close relationship with.

"The service just doesn't feel right without seeing you roll your eyes at all my terrible jokes." He nudges you softly.

"Father Matthew's jokes don't land the same with the congregation." You tell him, your nose scrunching up like you were admitting an embarrassing secret about his brother. Charles laughs.

"Of course they don't, he has a terrible delivery." You can't help but giggle at his response. Charles looks out at the setting sun and hums, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "It's getting late, we should head in." He smiles as he guides you inside. Charles quarters always smelled of warm spices and damp earth, a smell that made your body relax. Your fingers ran over the soft yarn of the blanket that draped over the back of his old, well loved couch. The two of you stepped into his kitchen, the lights came on with the switches loud thunk. "Do you want to watch or help?" Charles asks you as he rolls his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Help." You respond confidently. "I'm sure you've had a long day, you shouldn't have to cook dinner all by yourself." The two of you stood side by side at the sink washing your hands before gathering the ingredients you needed to make pancake batter from scratch. You hummed as you measured out the dry ingredients, Charles watching you with a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. You start to mix your batter together, struggling to push around the contents of the large bowl.

"Here." He chuckles, stepping behind you. His hand engulfs the one you were using to hold the whisk, his other hand landing in your waist as he helped you. You felt your cheeks heat up at his sudden closeness, his hold on you strong yet gentle. You found yourself pressing your back into his chest, wanting to savor being this close to him. "Perfect." He smiles down at you before stepping away. He grabs the bowl, bringing it over to the skillet he had prepared on the stove. Charles' pancakes came out perfectly golden brown every time without fail, flipping them high in the air  and having them land with a loud thwap in the skillet. "Plate of pancakes for you, beautiful." His eyes widened slightly as the nickname he had only been thinking about slipped out into the open.

"Why thank you, handsome." You respond with a giggle. The two of you take your plates and go and sit on the small patio off of his quarters. The chirps of crickets filled the air as Charles effortlessly got a fire started in the fire pit. He collapses next to you with a groan, the two of you eating in a comfortable silence. You let your head fall to rest against his shoulder. "These are delicious." You mumble, your mouth stuffed full of the fluffy pastry. You finish your plate, setting it in the small table at your side before resuming your position snuggled up at Charles' side. He tentatively wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"Maybe next time I have to go on a trip you should come with me. I think you'd have fun getting to travel." His thumb ran languidly over your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

"It would definitely be better than being here without you." You admit with a giggle. His eyes glimmer as he looks down at you.

"You're so beautiful, libeling." He cups your cheek softly. You swallow thickly, your heart pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. His eyes slowly fall to your lips, both of you at a complete loss for words. You found yourself shifting closer to him, your mind catching up with what you were doing just as your eyes were about to slide shut. You startled back from him, trying to put as much distance as possible between the two of you on the small sofa.

"I, um, it's late, I should go." You stand, hurrying back inside, dropping your plate in the sink before darting out the door. You didn't pause, any slow in your movements he would use to catch up with you. Not knowing how you would go about explaining your sudden outburst that was a situation you wanted to avoid for the time being. You rushed to your room, grabbing the letter that had been burning a hole in your nightstand drawer for months, before heading down to the only place you could think to go. Your knuckles tapped against Father Falk's office door. He stepped into the hall with a confused expression on his face.

"(Y/N)? It's awfully late, what can I do for you?" He asks as he leans against the doorframe.

"Father, I'm sorry it's so late, can I trouble you to join me for confession." You ask him bashfully, your voice still shaking slightly from the built up adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

"Of course my dear, come on. Let's take a walk down to the chapel." He offers you an encouraging smile as he slings an arm across your shoulders. "Can I venture a guess and say something happened between you and Charles?"

You crossed your arms over your chest. "I guess you could say that." You say with a weak chuckle. You explained the situation to him; your walk around the garden, eating dinner together, the kiss that just barely didn't happen. "I just want to read you the letter I wrote. Even if it's not to him I need to let these feelings out somewhere." He stands at the opposite entrance to the confessional, giving you one final nod before ducking in. You knelt, closing the curtain securely beside you before retrieving the letter out of your pocket. You carefully peeled open the sealed edge, pulling out the neatly folded papers. You shook off what you presumed was your own paranoia, it sounded as if someone was quietly walking closer to the confessional, but nobody had any reason to be down in the chapel this time of night. You clear your throat before beginning, "Charles, even after thinking about how I wanted to start this letter I still haven't found a good way to do so. So, I'm just going to jump straight to the point. I've found myself falling for you. There hasn't been a moment that you first introduced yourself to me that hasn't brought a smile to my face. The gentleness in your eyes while you push stray hair out of my face in the garden, how you never fail to come see me when you get home from a trip, our long, late night conversations between you me and the moon, and our ever favorite pancakes for dinner. I'll never forget any of it." You rambled on paragraph after paragraph you had written down as you let the raw emotions you felt for him take over you. After you had finished it you let out a long sigh. "Thank you for listening to all of that." You chuckle, suddenly feeling like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You stepped out of the confessional, freezing at the sight before you. Charles sat in the pew just outside where you had spilled all the feelings you'd been hiding away from him, a dumbstruck smile spread across his face. Falk stepped out a moment after you, struggling to hold back the gasp that almost escaped him.

"I'll, uh, leave you two to talk." He calls you on the shoulder as he walks past you. You look at Charles nervously, fidgeting with your hands as you tried to figure out what to say.

"How much of that did you hear?" You voice was barely a whisper, lucky any words were even coming out at all.

"All of it liebling." His eyes immediately travel to you as he responds. "Would you like to come sit with me for a moment?" He moved over, giving you space to sit in the pew next to him. "Am I really that scary?" He chuckles.

"No, you're not scary." You return his soft laughter. "You're my best friend, I just didn't want to risk ruining that." The calloused pads of his fingers slide along your jaw, guiding your face to look at him.

"What makes you think I wouldn't return your feelings, Hase?" His thumb languidly strokes across your skin, you felt intoxicated by his touch. You stared up at him eyes wide and pupils blown as his warm gaze trapped you in this moment with him. His head dipped down, lips capturing your own in a gentle kiss. Charles fingers slid into your hair, holding you close as he memorized what kissing you felt like. His large hands gripped firmly at your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. "I fell for you the moment we met." He whispers against your lips before kissing you once again, slightly more heated than the first time. The feeling of him kissing you was completely overwhelming. Your head spun, your heart raced, every inch of your body felt like it had burst into flames. You smiled against him as the unmistakable taste of syrup coated your tongue.

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[ghost-in-the-hall]

Hey everyone! I decided I should probably start a master list of all the fan fiction that I've published so it's a little easier to find them. This Masterlist includes my fics for Powerwolf, Sleep Token, One Piece, Modern Warfare, Ghost and My Hero Academia at the moment. As always requests are always open, or feel free to send me a message just to talk. Enjoy!

Powerwolf Fan Fiction Masterlist

Requests for Powerwolf fics: OPEN

Not So Scary (Matthew Greywolf x GN! Reader FLUFF)

To The Moon and Back (Matthew Greywolf x Fem! Reader) FLUFF DRABBLE

A Weekend Away (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF/SMUT

Intensity (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Hopelessly In Love (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader FLUFF) - (SMUT)

Little Devils (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) - FLUFF

Atone (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader x Roel Van Helden) - SMUT

Pancakes For Dinner (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

Equinox (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

Ongoing Series...

Dances In The Moonlight (Falk x GN! Reader) - Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12

Band Of Sisters, Band of Thieves (Medieval Powerwolf x Fem!Princess!Reader) - Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

To Have and To Hold (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) - Part 1 - 2 - 3

The Sacrilege Series:

The Confessional (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) SMUT

The Anointing (Matthew Greywolf x Reader) SMUT

Sleep Token Fan Fiction Masterlist

Requests for Sleep Token Fics: CLOSED

Distract me (Vessel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

Ongoing Series...

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Modern Warfare Fan Fiction Masterlist

Requests for Modern Warfare fics: CLOSED

The Mouse and The Bear - König x GN! Reader FLUFF

🎃•Kinktober•🎃

Day 1 : Size Kink (Roel x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 2 : Body Worship (Terzo x GN! Reader SMUT)

Day 3: Primal Play (Falk x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 4: Bondage (Mountain x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 5: Edging (Falk x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 6: Massage (Dew x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 7: Threesome (Falk x Fem! Reader x Phantom SMUT)

Day 8: Aphrodisiacs (Primo x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 9: Lingerie (Charles x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 10: Sensory Deprivation (III x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Kinktober Day 13: Car Sex (Falk x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Ghost Fan Fiction Masterlist

Requests for Ghost fics: CLOSED

Distractions (Terzo x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Fast Food and Confessions (Copia x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Moment of Just Letting Go (Terzo x GN! Reader FLUFF)

I Want (Copia x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Spooky (Swiss x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Halloween One Shots (Ghouls and Papa's x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Drunken Confessions (Terzo x GN! Reader FLUFF Thanksgiving Special)

Separated (Mountain x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Sleepless Nights (Aether x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Dance With Me (Terzo x Reader FLUFF)

Mistletoe Mini One Shots!

Decorating the Tree (Copia x GN! Reader FLUFF)

One Stormy Evening (Secondo x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Ghost Valentine's Day Drabbles

Fresh Paint (Secondo x Fem!Wife!Reader) FLUFF

Strawberries (Terzo x Fem!Reader SMUT)

Slow (Phantom x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Flowers (Phantom x GN! Reader) FLUFF

On going series...

I Believe (Terzo x GN! Reader) - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Marrying the Papa's - Terzo x GN! Reader FLUFF - Part 1: The Confession

Under The Black Flag - Copia x Fem! Reader Pirate AU

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction Masterlist

(A/N: I only write for characters that are 18+ in this fandom)

Requests for My Hero fics: CLOSED

My Girl - (Fatgum x Fem! Reader) SMUT

One Piece Fan Fiction Masterlist

(I'm still super super early on in this show, I'm sure how I write these characters is going to change over time, but I can't help myself lol)

Current Arc: Water 7

Requests for One Piece fics: OPEN FOR CERTAIN CHARACTERS

I Swear (Sanji x OC!Anastasia FLUFF)