#he is no longer wolf he is big teddy bear

[birbwaifu]

Sergi from Blood Moon by @barbwritesstuff because who could’ve guessed I would fall in love with the older guy

[hyewka]

Omg for your game beomgyu + hybrid ! Except he’s a bear hybrid since I don’t actually see it often despite him being a bear and though I love puppy hybrid gyu I want to see some bear gyu appreciation 😭🤭🤔

⭑ warnings; hybrid!au, switch!beomgyu, wolf!reader, mean femdom, dubcon, fwb, predator x prey, creampie, use of whore and bitch in demeaning ways, not proofread

⭑ send in a small prompt with the format of (member) + (nsfw prompt) and ill write you a small drabble!

you don't exactly know what the dumb cub's obsession with you comes from. you've never looked at him different than any other predator, and yet he has this weird big crush on you. does he know what's good for him or do all preys really just lack critical thinking?

"you're pretty," he babbles in answer of your question as you purposefully clamp down on his itty bitty thing. all it really has is girth. as expected of a bear.

"no duh. but i'm not the prettiest wolf out there so again, why do you like me so much?"

your eyes shoot open when beomgyu unexpectantly starts bucking his hips into your cunt, without permission. who the hell does he think he is?! you're about to curse him out, but as you lose your composure the faster he humps into your heat, he starts talking again.

"but y-you're the prettiest to me."

it's embarrassing how much those words have an effect on you. the heat that rushes up your cheeks is embarrassing, all of it is embarrassing, you're the one who's supposed to have him blushing and yet the dumb cub is the one having you so flustered. you manage to recover, quickly collecting yourself. you huff, taking it upon yourself to hold his wrists together over his head then using your right hand to trail under his shirt, pinching his nipples. that ought to teach him.

"ow! fuck! that hurt!" he shrieks, tears shooting to water his eyes.

"ill do it again if you act out little grizzly, sit there pliant or ill rip your little teddy ears off." he looks angry, frowning at you with his bottom lip stuck out like the baby he is, but really who is he to act like this? you're the one riding him and exerting all the effort while he sits against a tree. he should be grateful that you aren't a bigger bitch.

he looks like he wants to say something, but he keeps it in as his frown transforms to ecstasy, mouth agape as his brows knit together and god, his facial expression really has you horny, hoping you could at least cum from this too.

then he rips it away from you. again.

"gonna cum, keep going you're sooogood at this--h-ha fuckkk"

you blink dumbfounded, does he really think you'll let his dirty litter in your belly? god what a dumbass.

almost immediately you stop and his glossy eyes fly open, he really looks like the most precious thing as he tries and fails to hump you. "no--no fuck!"

you tsk, letting go of his wrists and getting off his dick, dusting off your top. "hoped you'd last a little longer," you murmur pulling your panties up, indifferent to the fact that you just ruined an orgasm for him and he's squirming to try and get his high back with his hand. you could tell he's failing.

it's almost like a power trip leaving the bear on his ass, ruined to shreds against the tree, hiccuping and panting, legs still spread like a whore-- you're satisfied with your work if anything. so you didn't expect to be hurled with your back against the tree, everything going so fast and seemingly out of nowhere, the light switch terrifying with how dangerously close beomgyus face is to yours, with your wrists pinned.

"god you're such a bitch," he growls lowly, and you shiver, for the first time seeing his canines in a more predatory light. "want me to treat you like one? throw you around and give it to you rough like all the asshole predators?"

you don't let your weakness show, trying to bury down your fear. "let me go if you know what's good for you beomgyu." you warn trying to stare him down with the same intense look. it's not as effective as it usually is because he doesn't stop, tightening his hold.

"want me to use you as a body rag? thats what you want right? will that get you to treat me better than a fucking second class citizen? fuck your pussy and breed you with my cubs?"

with every word, it's like venom, your nose flaring, you're pissed. but yet the last bit stirs something deep in you, it's all confusing. why're you into this? you like toys you can control, not someone so unpredictable. who is he to think he could speak to you like that anyway? just because you haven't killed him the first chance you got and kept him around your circle he's acting out like he's better than you, like you've wronged him. you sneer at him.

"i could brush my knee against your dick and you'd buckle to your knees gyu, that's how weak you are. you wouldn't know a thing about fucking me like a bitch." you whisper, keeping the demeaning smile on your face, trying to ignore the feeling of his nails digging into your skin further and further, no doubt bruising.

you expect it, him attaching himself to you again. no matter how much you get a little mean, his lips still crash onto yours, rough and greedy and grossly passionate, like he's trying to convince you of something. it's different this time, he's not holding back, slipping his hand down your pants not wasting any time to rub at your clit, not waiting for any instructions and your body is reacting.

"so wet." he sighs into the feeling of your pussy, squeezing in a second, then a third. "what a whore."

he's fast, he's experienced with his fingers, he knows exactly what you like and it's all your fault for instructing him this entire time. he always had a glint to his eyes, like he'd snap and take you himself. and you guess today was his last straw.

"fuck, beomgyu, i-i'm gonna cum.." it's humiliating, but your pussy clenches around his slender fingers, and you could hear him whimpering, like this gets him off too. even when he's the one in control, he's still as desperate.

suddenly, like your warning is the call he's been waiting for, he turns you back to have your body against the tree, and you know he wants to go along his promise to breed you. suddenly you feel the emptiness of his fingers, and you're about to complain before he takes both your wrists in his hand, having them behind your back, his dick proding your entrance. "ready bitch?"

"beomgyu i swear if you cum inside of me-"

he doesn't listen, of course he doesn't. your tits bounce with each and every thrust and you just hope to the gods that nobody finds you like this. he's totally gone savage, trying to drill his cock deep into your pussy, whispering all sorts of filthy words. if everything before wasn't a big whiplash this was it.

even when you orgasm around his dick, he isn't satisfied. "beomgyu-fuck! stop please it h-hurts-"

"im not stopping until i have your tummy filled. ill make you have my babies." he says with so much conviction, his breath staggering.

"for the last time we can't breed dumb cub!" is what you wish you could say but all you're capable of with the mush state of your mind is intelligible moans. he's as fast and ruthless, playing with your tits when he can, not missing a second to kiss all over your neck.

you've lost to beomgyu of all people, how humiliating.

note; I haven't read over this but hopefully it's okay, crossing my fingers 😭

[sweetlyskz]

Emerald Gem||Chapter 3

Chapter one|Chapter two|Chapter three|Chapter four|Chapter five|Chapter six|Chapter seven|Chapter eight|Chapter nine|Chapter ten(finale!)|

Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x fem!reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one the talk to but the pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stable upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut, fluff

Warnings: Suggestive themes, language, mentions of abuse and trauma

Word count: 1.5k

Unedited

He was avoiding you. You could tell. He made it very obvious. Each morning you woke up, he was going to sleep. And every night you went to sleep, he was just waking up, but he didn't dare leave the room, for fear that he would run into you.

Joon was still being Joon, and the Situation with Jimin made it worse. You weren't sure if he knew what happened between you and Jimin, but you didn't ask to find out either. However, he was eating more and more. At least he can trust you enough to eat your cooking. That's progress, right?

Before you knew it, the boys had been with you for two weeks. Some of them had become pretty comfortable. Taking the advice Taehyung gave you, you bought some cat scratchers for Yoongi. All of the wolf hybrids in the pack would go in the backyard to let all their energy out, except Joon. He just watched over them, scolding them whenever they would chase the chickens.

Jungkook was your new best friend. He stuck by your side like glue, your big buff teddy bear. Yoongi was quiet, reserved. He spoke to you often, but he tried not to talk for longer than a couple minutes. Jin and Taehyung were the best of help. He always cook meals, and when it's time to farm, he never lets you do anything yourself. Hoseok was still timid and flighty, but he was loyal. This group of dangerous hybrids was slowing becoming a loving family... very slowly.

"Seriously Tae, get your own!" Jungkook and Taehyung were fighting over the new snacks you had gotten them. One thing you learned about about kook was that he was very territorial over his belongings. That's why you had a specific drawer of snacks with his name on it.

Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to stop Taehyung.

"Just one bite, please!" They were playing tug of war with the bag of chips. Jungkook was winning. "You have a whole box of them! I can't have just one?"

"No! You can't", he protested. While trying to tear the chips from Tae's grasp, the bag rips, chips flying in the air and landing all over the kitchen.

"Look at what you did!" Tae accused, bending down to pick everything up. A broom would've been more efficient but he wasn't sure where you kept it. "Hurry up and help me clean before Y/n sees it!"

Swiftly, Jungkook helps pick up the salty potato chips. Before exiting the kitchen, they look around one more time to make sure there wasn't even a single crumb on the floor.

And with that, the argument over the chips was over, never brought up again...

You noticed that Jimin loved hanging out in your greenhouse, admiring all of your colorful flowers. You wanted to give him some space, but while watching him walk around the greenhouse you had the urge to join him.

"Those are vincas, by the way", you whispered loud enough for him to hear you, fiddling with your fingers.

He appeared to be startled by your presence- rightfully so. His mouth hung open, looking as if he wanted to say something. You stoped him before he could get the chance.

"Before you say anything. Let me just apologize first-"

He shook his head. "Don't. There's no need to apologize. You did nothing wrong... I should be the one apologizing. I know that hybrids and humans aren't allowed to interact i-in that way- very selfish of me."

"What are you talking about?" You may have done a lot of research on hybrids, but you never did any on their relationship with people. Maybe you should've...

"In the lab they always told us..", Jimins mind went back to the days he wished to never remember.

The lab was cold, ice cold. Stuffed in cages, the wolves shivered, huddled together for warmth. One by one, the men in lab coats sedated the wolves, fearing being bit by them.

"This one is feisty!" The researcher laughed, holding the hybrid by the spikey collar as the medicine kicked in. The others in the cage kicked and pulled on the metal bars.

"Please! He's tired, he can't take anymore!" The pack leader begged. "Take me! Take me instead, I'll do anything."

The researcher came up to the cage with a cane, banging it on the bars. "Listen here, mutt", he hissed. "Each of us have a part to play. Your is to be obedient to your superiors, understood?"

The other men laughed and applauded him for putting Joon in his place. "That's right! Show him what happens when mutts defy humans..."

Everyone in the lab agreed, shouting as if the lab had become the coliseum. A fox hybrid ran up to the bars, getting down on his knees, head pointed to the floor.

"Please excuse him, sir. We know are place is and will always be behind these bars. Please have mercy", he pleaded.

The researcher smirked. "Always remember your place. You will never have what we have. No human will ever want you, not even as a pet- definitely not as a lover. Remember this- your barely human, and will never be treated as such..."

Jimin was heavily drugged up, laid out on the surgery table. However, what the researcher said, his words- Jimin remembered every last bit of it. It still rang in his ears. You will never be treated as human...

And so, if I'm not going to be treated as one, why try and act like one? Why not let my wolf counterpart take over? These thoughts dangled over Jimin's head. And with those thoughts, he used every last bit of his strength to stab one of the researchers with a knife- the same knife they were gonna use to rip him open.

Namjoon grabbed the other man through the metal bars, choking him until his eyes rolled backwards. Jimin rolled off of the table, and the rest is a blur.

Next thing they knew, the men in lab coats were dead, and all of the hybrids in the lab were freed by Jimin's hands. With how weak he was, it truly was a miracle. He saved the lives of over a hundred hybrids.

The next few months after, these hybrids hid in the woods, using their primal instincts to survive. Maybe those men were right. Maybe they were never human to begin with.

That's what they thought, but those thoughts went away when they met you. The person who was kind enough to let them in their home, give the somewhere to rest their head. It was you. You were their person.

But sadly, you couldn't erase the damage that had been done. You couldn't get rid of the bad memories, the mistreatment. And that moment you showed a bit of affection for Jimin, he was elated, but the voices started speaking to him.

And then men in the lab coats came to him saying, this won't last forever...

***

"Why didn't you tell me? I don't ever want to make you uncomfortable in any way!"

Jimin told you his story, his deep-rooted fears. You both laid in a field of daisies as he confided in you. It's difficult for you to explain the emotions you were feeling as he told his past. Sympathy? Rage? Both?

"Because... A part of me- actually all of me wanted to. I want to be yours. But the thoughts- they're stuck in my brain and resurface every time I get even a little bit of hope." Jimin's head hung low, picking the flowers from the fresh soiling and plucking each petal one by one.

She loves me...she loves me not... she might love me?

You grabbed his hands gently, holding them between yours. "Look at me", you asked him softly. He obeyed, of course.

"You are half wolf, that part is true. But Park Jimin, you are human! You more human than any human I've ever encountered! You're kind, charismatic, and the most thoughtful person I have ever met.

Your words brought tears to his eyes, and seeing him cry made you eyes swell, too. You enveloped him, hugged him tightly- but not too tight. Just enough to show how much you mean it. Then you placed a loving kiss on his forehead.

"You deserve this, Minnie." The new nickname perked his ears. You could tell he liked it. "You deserve life. An amazing fucking life."

"T-thank you", he whispered. "I- I can't thank you enough."

"Don't thank me. Just get better. Seeing you hurt makes me hurt. And seeing you scared makes me scared. I swear on everything I love that you will never go back there, or anywhere."

"But, once Joon is ready, we'll be gone", Jimin confessed. "I don't want to leave, but he also has his own story to tell."

You pondered, never daring to remove Jimin from your grasp. Maybe you can convince him to stay permanently? Maybe there is something you can do to ease the pain...

"Don't worry your pretty little head, just rest." You gave his hair a fluff, earning a cheesy smile from him. And just like that, you both napped in the field of daisy, his arms wrapped around your waist and your hands holding his head close to your chest.

You have to make things right...

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[celosindion]

How was your relationship with Artur?

(Artur's photo is not mine, I found it on Pinterest)

• Oh Lord... Long before you were dating, this guy was struggling with his feelings

• He assumed that "How could someone as wonderful and beautiful as you be with someone as nasty and old as him?"

• Despite everything, whenever he saw you smile, the big guy melted.

• He mustered up the courage to admit to himself that he felt something for you.

• He started giving you light smiles, gentle taps on the shoulder, or kept his gaze on you a little longer.

• After a long time, when he saw that you were starting to return his smiles, pats on the shoulder or keep a look between you, he decided to go a step further.

• He started bringing various gifts and trinkets that he found during his travels

• They were small flowers, pretty feathers, small pieces of antlers, and he even brought you a wolf's fang once!

• At one point, you managed to talk in private, late one evening, after most of the gang had long fallen asleep.

• Then he told you gently that he liked being around you. How that guy blushed when he said that!

• As soon as you confessed your feelings to each other, Arthur suddenly couldn't share his touch with you, it was as if he was frozen or scared!

• You had to initiate the first "this" move.

• You started by gently brushing his hand, then you lightly touched his finger with your finger, and finally you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers.

• How red he turned then! Over time, he began to share his touch with you more and more until he finally put his arm around you and hugged you.

• Your first kiss was quite... Awkward. You wanted to kiss this big guy, he leaned in to kiss you too, but... He tripped over the toes of your shoes and fell on top of you like a log.

• He couldn't stop apologizing to you, after all, a big man like him could hurt you, e.g. break your rib, arm... Maybe even worse!

• You assured him that nothing happened to you.

• I must mention that Arthur is extremely jealous of you and will drive away any admirer from you.

• Artur is a cuddly teddy bear who would bite anyone who hurt you mentally or physically.

~~~

Oh my... I haven't been here for a long time! I'm sorry it was written this way, but I wrote it before I went to bed. Once again, sorry!

I sincerely apologize for any errors! English is not my first language.

[xcaptain-winterx]

Hey, I’m very excited for your Kinktober 2023 celebration!

Here’s my ask:

Character - Lloyd Hansen

Kink - Praise/Cuddling/Aftercare

Bonus - Werebear!Lloyd

Okay, so the idea is that Lloyd wasn’t always a werebear, but he got turned into one, just like how the witch in Beauty and the Beast turned the prince into a monster.

Werebear!Lloyd has found his mate and dragged her home. But even after she calmed down from being kidnapped, and then finding herself in a weirdly intense relationship with this creature/man… Lloyd is struggling with the bear’s instincts. They’re so different from his own. He liked rough, dirty sex that ended with him slipping out the door fifteen minutes after the deed was done. The bear wants to cuddle, and if he doesn’t get the appropriate amount of cuddling in, he’s on edge and cranky. Really cranky - and he takes it out on Lloyd.

Nowadays, Lloyd craves cuddling. He used to hate it. The bear inside of him demands he spend hours cuddling with his mate, multiple times per day. Lloyd finds that he needs to praise his mate. He has to gain her approval - the bear demands it. All of a sudden the selfish, rude, and vicious Lloyd Hansen has developed a teddy bear streak, thanks to finding his mate and he doesn’t know how to handle it.

How does he reconcile the werebear’s powerful instincts with the human side of his personality, especially when the bear’s need for softness with its mate refuses to be denied?

Little Cub

softdark werebear!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: above

warnings: small amount of fluff, monster kink, big dick, smut, rape, Lloyd being himself, humiliation, dark stuff, kidnapping, blood

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc. I think I did a lot of mistakes in this fic. This is kinda a dark fic….just so you know. Will do another part if you request it

Main Masterlist Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Lloyd is planning how he’s going to torture the fucking cunt who cursed him into this beast. He perhaps was a monster, but still didn’t deserve that. His words. It’s not his fault that he didn’t want to kiss her. That bitch looked ugly as fuck.

He can still feel how his bones cracked and muscles twisted as he transformed. The painful screams he let out as he became the thing she cursed him to be in all eternity.

A bear. A giant light brown bear with sharp claws and teeth.

There’s not a moment he isn’t reminded of what he is now, even when he isn’t in his other form. From his now sharper and longer finger nails to how his body is now covered in more hair, though, he must say, he likes the mustache.

Not only is his normal physical form now different. Lloyd is so hungry all the time and mostly for meat. Problem is that he’s alone in his castle with no staff or anyone to bring him food. Well, there once were people, but his hunger got the best of him. Now, he’s all alone. He’s forced to go into the woods and hunt for whatever living creature he sees. On lucky days, he finds humans in the forest, hunting or just taking a walk, but most days he just finds deers, bunnies or wolfs.

The hunger isn’t his biggest problem though, no, it’s how fucking hard he gets for no reason at all 24/7. He could be sitting down in one of many lounge areas and suddenly get a boner without thinking of anything slightly dirty. It’s not like he doesn’t have needs and jacks himself off a lot, but this is way different. It’s painful. When he tries to ignore it, he feels how the beast is making him feel like a thousand bullets are piercing through his skin. Like needles are boring through his bones and muscles. His muscles tense, his nails getting longer, veins popping until he transforms into what he hates most. Once transformed, the need to breed is so strong he humps everything which is near him, trying to get rid of the pain. In his other form, he doesn’t feel like him. It’s like he’s only half himself. The bear is a constant voice in his head, making him insane.

Over time, Lloyd got better at controlling it, but the smallest things could set the beast in him free. He only leaves his castle to hunt for food. He can’t even drink his sorrows away because he already drank every bottle in the castle….in just three months.

Oh, but Lloyd would’ve never guessed how lucky he would get today when he goes to hunt in the woods.

Today, you are on a walk in the forest. The sky is covered in thick grey clouds. It’s getting grayer by every passing second. You just wanted to go on a quick walk to clear your head, but got lost, though you are not panicking. You would be, if you knew what was going to happen because not so far away you caught the attention of the hungry eyes of Lloyd. His pupils are dilated that there is no white anymore. Your sweet smell making his dick painfully hard. Lloyd already smelled you miles away, running immediately into the forest when he first caught the smell of your scent.

You walk down an old path, asking yourself how you get out of the forest, until you hear something. You turn around, but see nothing. A breath leaves your lungs you didn’t know you held in. Just as you are about to continue down the path, you come face to face, well, more like face to chest, with the chest of a big man. Hair is covering his entire chest and as you move your eyes upwards, you can see his dark eyes staring right into your soul.

You don’t move, you can’t move. You’re too scared to make a move.

“Run, rabbit” he says, flashing you his sharp teeth in a cocky manner. Fear finally crosses your face, and a scream leaves your mouth as the man slowly starts to get bigger. You take off and run away, his laugh fallowing you. You run through the woods, like your life depends on it because it probably does. There’s no explanation that you can think of as to what he is. You just know that he’s not good.

It starts to rain, first, only small drops before a full on shower. The once dry ground is now muddy and slippery, making you almost slip. The falling raindrops are hitting your cheeks and making it sting like needles. You almost don’t hear a loud growl behind you due to the rain. It’s getting closer and closer.

In your panic you don’t see the wet mud line before you and the next thing you know, you slipped out and fell into the mud, but at least not face first.

You turn around in the mud to see a giant bear in-front of you, looking at you with his cold dead eyes. The color of his fur, the sharp teeth and the look he is giving you makes you realize that this monster in front of you is the man.

You somehow can’t scream, even as the beast jumps at you and presses you deeper into the mud and before you know it, this monster raises his claw and rips your clothes off in one swift move. You try to get out from under him with no luck.

He’s too big.

The beast sniffs you before grazing his teeth over your collarbone to your stomach. Silent tears start to run down your face.

It suddenly puts a claw on your left shoulder and presses your right leg up, putting you in an uncomfortable position. You feel something hard touch your pussy and it’s then when it dawns on you what is going to happen.

The monster doesn’t give you a chance before slamming his dick into your pussy, giving you no time to adjust. This time you scream. You scream like you are getting torn apart because you literally are. It feels like someone is cutting you open.

Lloyd doesn’t care about your screaming or your tears, he’s desperate for this, no matter how fucked up it is. He’s diving into your pussy over and over again. As Lloyd thrusts into you, his furry hips slapping against yours in a primal rhythm. He growls low in his throat as he takes you, his thrusts deep and powerful.

You feel pain with only a little bit of pleasure. Even if you know your climax is approaching, you are begging him to stop. The begging coming out as screams for mercy.

Lloyd’s thrusts are growing deeper and more powerful, his groans echoing through the woods. He doesn’t care that you come around his dick and neither that you start coating his dick in your blood. He thrusts faster into you before shooting his sperms into your pussy with a loud roar.

Your eyes widen a last time as his cum fills you up before the black around your vision takes over. This doesn’t stop Lloyd though, from rutting into your passed out form again and again, needing to release.

Once Lloyd is done, he pulls out of you, automatically growling, well, more like the beast in him, as his sperm spills out of your abused pussy. Still in his beast form, he turns to make his way back to the castle, but something pulls him back.

The beast.

It’s making his body feel like it’s on fire, burning down with no way of putting it out. He falls to the ground, feeling like he’s going to die until he smells you. Lloyd looks over at you, not understanding why you stopped the monster’s torture on him. He slowly manages to get up and goes over to you, grunting before biting into your leg and pulling you with him to his castle.

As he arrives, he drags down to the cells. Lloyd grunts as his body becomes smaller again once he lets go of your leg. The hair falling down, the ears vanishing and his teeth and claws shrinking. He stands up, getting used to his body again, feeling exhausted now that he feels all the orgasms he had. Having an orgasm as a bear is like having three orgasms and he had five bear orgasms. He is ready to go to sleep.

His eyes move to you before he walks out of the room, not staring at your naked body, but your soft face framed by your beautiful hair. He shakes his head as he realizes what he’s doing and walks out, slamming the cell behind him and locking it.

Your body is in pain is the first thing you realize as you come back from what felt like the dead. You open your eyes, blinking a few times before you start to realize where you are. Curses leave your mouth as you try to move your body, deciding to just stay in the position for a while as the pain grows bigger every time you try to move. You look at the room from the ground, gray stone walls, no windows, cold hard stone ground and prison bars as a door.

“No no no no no” you say over and over again, panicking at the fact of where you are. You manage to move in an upward position, letting your back rest against the cold stones. A deep pain interrupts from your leg as you move it and as you look down at it, you see a deep bite mark. It’s still red and bloody, looking like out of a true horror movie. Not only that, but you can also see the dried blood on your body at your pussy. The rest of your body, including your hair, is covered in now dry mud.

You cry as you remember what happened, the beast catching you and fucking you in the mud. You don’t know how you got here, but looking at the bite mark, you can imagine that wherever you are, the monster is here too.

“Stop crying so fucking loud” a voice whispers aggressively from behind the bars.

You lift your head to look at the voice and see the man from the woods, the man who transformed into a monster.

“Go away!” you scream at him.

The man sighs and throws his head back, annoyed. He pushes himself off the wall and leans with his head pressed on the bars. A mocking pout spreads on his face.

“Aww, is the girl scared of the bad big bear?”

You wipe your tears away, looking at him with pure rage. “Fuck you”.

Lloyd laughs, his sharp teeth shining brightly in the moonlight from the small window. “Again? You truly are a freaky hell of a woman” he says, winking at you.

The veins in your neck are about to pop as you charge at him. Well, try to charge at him, but your legs give midway out, falling right onto your knees.

“Cute” he says, looking unimpressed.

You lay defeated on the floor, feeling dirty and gross. You wished you never would have entered the woods.

He looks at you, feeling weird, like he feels a deep pain in his heart. Pity? Sadness? Regret? God knows what it is, but Lloyd doesn’t like it. He can feel the beast inside him starting to get hectic, needing to be pet out.

His gaze wanders to you once again. Normally, he would have killed his victims by now or eaten them, but the beast won’t let him eat you, even though you taste so delicious.

Lloyd thinks for a moment, before asking, “what’s your name?”.

“Why should I tell you my name?”

Lloyd opens the door. “Because I’m hungry and your blood smells delicious”.

You gulp and say “My name is y/n”.

He steps closer and crouches down in front of you, grabbing your face and pulling it harshly as you try to move your head away from his soft touch.

“Such a pretty name to such a pretty face and pussy” Lloyd says smelling your dirty hair.

Not only can he smell you but also you him. You smell a dark woody smell mixed with sweet apple. Two opposite smells, one sweet and the other a strong manly smell, but they still fit together like two sides of the same coin. Now that he’s so close, you can analyze his face, from his thick mustache to his light freckles and beautiful eyes that aren’t as dark as you remembered them to be.

“Are you going to kill me?” you ask, trying not to shake out of fear.

Lloyd’s eyes move to meet yours, his eyes boring into you. He thinks for a minute, trying to ignore the beast before making a decision.

“No”

“N-No?” you look at him slightly confused. You truly thought he would kill you.

Lloyd lets go of your face and stands up and then simply walks out of the cell, not locking it. You think for a second of escaping. It’s a now or never situation, but you know you wouldn’t make it far in your condition and you are not that keen on seeing the monster in his form again, so you wait and are happy with your decision because not a second later he walks back in the cell with a bucket in his hand.

As he comes closer, you see that he is carrying a bucket filled with water and a wet cloth hanging on the side. Once in front of you, he puts the bucket down, making water splash down from the side.

“Clean up” Lloyd says, looking down at you. You nod, waiting for him to walk away, but he doesn’t, he just continues to stare at you.

You don’t know what to do; you don’t want him to watch your naked form even more. He looks like he’s waiting patiently for you to do something.

Just as you are about to grab the cloth and clean yourself, thinking he wants to watch you, he kicks your arm away from the bucket, making you wince.

“Oh, thank you, Lloyd, for being so nice and giving me something to clean up. How kind of you” Lloyd says sarcastically. He got you something to clean up with and you don’t even bother to thank you. Typical women.

You can’t believe what you are hearing. This man, monster, who kidnapped you, raped you and hurt you wants a thank you. Not only are you confused as to his demands, but you also just learned that his name is Lloyd.

“Are you deaf!”

Lloyd’s screaming brings you back and you quickly shake your head. “Thank yo-“

“Is that what I told you to say!” he screams again.

“You told me to thank you and that’s what I-“ you can’t finish your sentence because Lloyd splashes some of the water on you.

“Say ‘thank you, Lloyd, for being so nice and giving me something to clean up. How kind of you’. Now!”

“But-“ he sprinkles with his fingers some water on you again.

“Say. It”. You wipe your face before finally saying what Lloyd wants you to say. He grins as he stands straight again, but the grin doesn’t seem evil this time. It looks like a happy grin and if you look closely, you could see a small blush. Lloyd walks after soon after you said at, leaving you alone in the locked. Just as he’s about to walk around the corner, he turns back to you.

“Maybe you last longer than the last ones”

With that, he fully leaves, leaving your scared form alone.

The sky is pitch black and the air of the night cold as you are woken from your slumber by footsteps. You know there is only one other person in this place and you don’t want to see him. You act like you are still asleep, facing the wall, trying not to move, which is hard because you are freezing.

After you washed yourself with the bucket of water, you forgot you don’t have something to dry yourself with it or even to sit your ass on. The cold floor and the air are making you shake like crazy. You won’t be surprised if you catch a cold.

The footsteps come closer and closer. The closer they get, the more you notice those footsteps are heavy and sound like more than two feet.

A shiver runs down your spine as you realize who-or what, it is.

You lay your face more into the floor, trying to sink into it, scared of what will happen soon. You can still feel his seeds inside you.

The footsteps stop in front of the cell and put a hand over your mouth. With some luck, the beast will just walk away if it sees you asleep. All hope is lost though, as the lock rattles. It rattles for some seconds before it stops.

Maybe it can’t open it in this form. Maybe it will walk away.

A scream almost leaves your lips as the beast suddenly trashes against the cell, trying to get in. It doesn’t take long before the cell door slams open. A tear slips down your cheek as the monster walks into the cell. Everything comes flashing back from when the beast was on top of you, slamming into you repeatedly. You hear it come closer and just beg god to let it be over fast. The claws of the beast turn you onto your back, but he doesn’t get on top of you. Instead of getting on top of you, the bear lays his head on your stomach, snuggling into you.

You are shocked at that action, not understanding what’s going on. You hold your breath, waiting for something to happen, but nothing does.

You open your eyes and see the bear with closed eyes on your stomach, looking like a big puppy. As confused and freaked out as you are, you don’t complain.

He’s so warm.

After a while, when you are sure he’s 100% sure he’s asleep, you dare to put your hand on his head. He stops snoring as you do it, before continuing letting out soft snores.

You smile, seeing this huge bear be soft, even though he’s a monster-well, you don’t really know what he is.

This doesn’t mean you like him, though.

No.

[storiesofsvu]

Joe Velasco SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He can be and is incredibly affectionate, especially when it comes to physical touch. When appropriate he’s always got a hand on you or arm around your waist, hand linked in yours. He doesn’t realize it at first but when he’s got an arm around you, his hand gravitates towards your ass instinctively. It’s the hand on the leg while driving, arm around you on the couch, little kisses peppered to your hairline or neck or shoulders, the tight hugs where he buries himself into the crook of your neck as you scratch his head.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I think he’s a pretty chill friend. He can be kinda introverted and shy, especially at first, he’s quiet, only really speaks when needed or he wants to share kinda thing. But once he’s comfortable with you there’s lots of teasing, jokes, laughter, he’s gonna be an incredibly loyal friend, always have your back and always be there to be a shoulder to cry on when needed.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s the biggest cuddler teddy bear out there. Kinda covered it already, but one of his big love languages, both to show and receive is going to be physical touch. If he’s had a long week of  a rough case he just wants to come home to you, crawl into bed, nestle on your chest between your legs, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you press kisses to his hair and softly play with it.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think the idea is in the back of his head currently. He’s kind of a lone wolf, he’s always had to fend for himself a bit and always had some lingering worry. Now that he’s more settled with nypd and svu he sees the rest of his squad and their personal at home lives and thinks about it more. He’s not someone to force it, he’ll know when he meets the right person kinda thing. He knows how to take of himself, he can cook all the basics, and definitely has a few authentic recipes passed down through his family he’s held onto. For cleanliness don’t ask me why, but I see him as someone whose apartment is rather bare, like only the necessities, so that helps with keeping things clean, and at the end of a long day he doesn’t like to come home to mess.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’s gonna be soft and gentle about it and probably in person, maybe even bring them a pint of ice cream or their comfort food to help ease the break.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s a little commitment shy. I know I’ve talked about this with the moots and we all kinda agree that Joe doesn’t have much experience with long term relationships, he’s done more friends with benefits, casual dating, or one night stands. So he can take a little longer to warm up to things in relationships, he’ll show his love before saying it out loud, you might get a key to his place at the average time, but the idea of getting a place together is still gonna take a while, those bigger milestones are important to him and he doesn’t want to fuck it up kinda thing. So esp when it comes to marriage, he’s gonna take his time, also can see him being someone who’s okay with just having a partner and knowing they’re going to be together forever, maybe even referring to each other as “husband” and “wife” despite them not legally being married.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Extremely. He’s a soft boi and we know this. Obviously he can be rough in the right moments, and he definitely isn’t scared to throw you around a bit or let his dominant side show when we’re talking bedroom stuff.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) I think that once he knows you and is comfortable with you/cares about you he’s a hugger. Like, when he says goodbye/goodnight, its accompanied by a hug. His hugs are tight yet cozy, he buries you into his embrace, tucking your head under his chin, a hand slipping into your hair as he holds you close to him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It definitely takes a bit. He’s slower to say it but you can kinda feel it coming because of the way he shows it in other ways, your favourite treat popping up on your desk at work, little massages while you’re watching tv that night, the way he holds you in bed, the little smile on his face while he watches you do something, thinking that you don’t realize

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) I don’t think he’s a very jealous person, and it’s certainly not an angry jealous, he’s more of a “okay, guess they’ve got something that I don’t” sulky kinda jealous, if that makes sense? But if you’re out at the bar and some creep starts hitting on you, he’s gonna slide an arm around your waist, kiss your cheek and get rid of him, that’s for sure.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Joe’s kisses are soft, yet passionate. They’re deep, slow and full of care and emotion and the words that he can’t quite figure out how to say. He can easily spend all night just making out and enjoys that as much, if not more than actual sex. It’s the intimacy of it, the way that he can hold you close while doing so. He loves kissing your lips, your neck and collarbone, and he knows *exactly* where to kiss you to get you riled up. He adores it when you grab his hand and kiss his palm, the cuteness of it, the innocence in it. He also loves when you kiss at his hips before going down on him.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) (I literally read this one and then had to think if we’ve ever seen him interact with kids on the show and now I’m confused and don’t think we have. Oh well, excuse to go watch all his eps again LOL) Joe’s okay with them. He can be a little bit awkward at times, and he’s better with boys, but he’ll get the job done. He’s definitely the one running around in the back yard with them at Thanksgiving kinda thing, but he’s not sure if he wants his own. If it happens, it happens, if it doesn’t, it doesn’t and he’s perfectly fine being Uncle Jose

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are quiet, they’re his “me time” as he gears up for work and puts on that brave face knowing the shit he’s gonna have to deal with kinda thing. They’re for solo showers, coffee and breakfast, probably watching or reading the news or reading over a case file if he’s in the middle of a tough one. He will always say goodbye before he leaves and make sure to give you a kiss, even if you’re still asleep.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

They’re much more relaxed and about winding down from the day. You might meet up at a bar or restaurant for dinner and drinks or do it at home. Crack a beer, cook some food, an energetic playlist wafting through the air as the two of you joke back and fourth together.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Our baby boi Joe has a lot of baggage, let’s be honest, so it’s not going to all come out at first, and some of it probably won’t come up at all until it’s mentioned in an offhand comment and you’re all “excuse me *what*?” I think you’re likely to learn that he’s not in contact with his mom/his dad is dead early on cause asking about parents/family is a discussion pretty early on but he’s not going to bring up the abuse right then, ya feel me?

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s pretty patient, and when he isn’t, it’s more of simple frustration or annoyed. He doesn’t really get angry with things, especially you. And if he is, he’s going to walk away, he doesn’t like yelling or when things start to escalate, so he’ll walk away to calm down and blow off some steam before coming back to talk things through with you properly. He tries to save the angry for the interrogation room.

 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I like to think he’s somewhere in the middle, he might forget a date night or that you wanted to go see a certain movie that weekend, but he’s going to remember that you offhandedly mentioned you love a specific treat mid conversation once and show up with it every time he sees it in a store.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

I think he’s pretty soft about your first kiss. The moment that he’d been waiting for for ages, the feeling of you that close to him, his lips on yours, moving with grace, the way your perfume invaded his senses, how *you* invaded every single one of his senses and the world seemed to stop spinning for a moment.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) okay, so homeboy isn’t *overly* protective, he gives you your own freedom and knows you can take care of yourself, but he is always going to make sure you’re safe. And that’s gonna extend to your friends too, if you’ve had your bestie over, he’s gonna walk her home at the end to make sure she’s safe. He’s not overbearing, but wants to make sure the people and things he cares about are protected, the type to make you agree that you’ll always call him after a night out for a ride/walk home, the one who really means it when he says “text me when you’re home safe”. As for himself, I think it’s more emotional protection that he wants/needs from you. Knowing that you’re going to be careful with his emotions and love, that you’re not going to hold his past over him, that you’ll love him no matter what kinda thing.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’s pretty low maintenance, but he’s also a hopeless romantic at times. So the first couple of dates are going to be pretty standard, drinks, dinner, bowling, coffee and a walk through central park. It’s going to be the anniversaries, the big special important days that get the fancier dates/surprises. The celebrations, your birthday, if you got a promotion at work, finally finished that research paper, graduating, getting the big girl job kinda thing. He’s gonna spoil the shit out of you on those nights, tell you to wear something fancy (and whatever you choose always knocks the breath out of him cause he’s so smitten with you) and whisk you away to a fancy restaurant, a night on Broadway, a river cruise dinner, those are the fancy ones.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Overworking for sure. He’ll not notice the time until you’re calling or showing up at the precinct all “babe, it’s nearly midnight, c’mon” kinda thing. We’ve also seen that he’s a bit of a “beg for forgiveness rather than ask for permission” when it comes to work so I think that would bleed into the other aspects of his life. He might bring home a foster dog without talking to you first, put a payment down on a house/apartment despite the two of you not talking about moving, but he always does it with a good intention so most of the time you’re not really mad. And because this happens with work stuff, you’re not too surprised when he comes home in the middle of the day because he’s been suspended. It doesn’t last long, and he probably deserved it but he’s definitely not pulling crap like that again.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Homeboy works out, clearly, he keeps active and thanks to his disdain for Grace’s hot Cheetos/other processed food, he’s clearly leaning more towards the healthy side/real food, but he’s not obsessive about it. As for wardrobe he just likes to be comfortable, he knows that he can rock a Henley and jeans and that he also looks amazing in a suit.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Normally this question annoys the fuck out of me, but with Jose, and the issues/trauma in his past, I do think he’s a little lost and incomplete without you. You complete him, make him known that he’s worthy of love, that he’s loveable and that he himself can love. You help guide him in the right direction, help him make decisions that he wouldn’t really know how to make otherwise.

X = Xtra (A random head canon for them.) I’ve talked about this with the besties already, and we all agree that he’s got a little dependency on alcohol. Not to the point of it being too much of an issue, but it’s a crutch. When Amanda checks in on him in his first ep his response is “could use a beer”, and we’ve seen him out on his own drinking watching the game. He likes to wind down with a beer or two at the end of the day, he also uses it to loosen up cause he’s a bit of a quiet, shy introvert, so it helps him come out of his shell. It’s not to the point that he drinks every day, and he does his best to never get *drunk* drunk, but it’s there. (There’s also a whole other headcanon/story idea where he *does* realize things are going too far and he goes to AA and meets Cragen, who ends up sponsoring him without either of them knowing the connection but that’s  whole other conversation LOL)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I mean you’ve got the given in the general category. He’s an immigrant, so your opinions on that kind of stuff are going to matter. I also think he needs someone who’s more chill, relaxed and not nitpicky with stuff, if that makes sense.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Man’s a walking, breathing, living furnace, so he’s gonna sleep with a fan on no matter what time of year. It’s also a white noise thing, blocks out some of the sounds of the city that he somehow never got used to.

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dracoinfernous

Vel deserved one as well, given it seemed he was getting flustered by her just as often. Like a sun? How was he supposed to react to that? His face is buried more into her neck while he face heated up again. "How the fuck can you make me blush this much, Herbig?" He smiles a bit, squeezing her tightly against him. "You shouldn't be able to get me this easy!" Finally he laughed a bit. It was a low one, rumbling deep in his chest. His thin frame really did hide the large presence of the Maroon's personality.

Once he'd calmed a bit, Velcor would start carrying his new matesprite back to his hive. He didn't pay much attention to the Olive's body. There was a pretty good chance the beating and heat killed him. If not, then he wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. "So... mind telling me why Ein called you her 'plushie buddy'?"

"I-i don't...know..." Herbig responded with a light chuckle, her face still in bright blue color. If someone told her a few hours back that she'll get a matesprit today, she would just say it's impossible. She doesn't even know how to process it properly. Even thinking about it makes her heart beat faster...Can he hear it?

...

A soft smile appeared on her face as soon as she heard him laughing. Moments like this are precious to her. She wished it could last longer.

"Ein sent me a... fluffy wolf plushie... a long time ago. I was... very honored by it.... and so sent her a plushie in return... It was a big teddy bear with.... a flower." Herbig explained as she let Velcor carry her. She would definitely feel embarrassed about it later when she realized it. "Then she bought.... the red dragon plushy from me...and so later we.... became plushie buddies..."

Velcor stretches a bit, before looking back over to the Cerulean he'd noticed a bit ago. Normally, he wouldn't really pay much attention to that caste. Lot of them tried harming his sister, after all. But something about this Cerulean, her eyes, made him unable to not look at her. He wasn't one for focusing on physical aspects, but he couldn't deny that her eyes were beautiful. A stunning amber color that just drew his gaze. Sighing, he makes his way over to her. Eingal would tease him relentlessly if she found out he chickened out of asking out a girl he felt attracted to.

"Uh, hey." Pinnacle of confidence...

(dracoinfernous)

As soon as Herbig heard an unfamiliar voice, she turned her head to the sound immediately, almost as if she noticed her prey in the near bush. Her ears perked up and fluffy tail swished side to side slowly for a chase, but she quickly realized it wasn’t the case. She was in the town, not in the woods. That was so embarrassing!

"H-hey?"

Herbig spoke out carefully, almost whispering. She lowered her head shyly as she started to play with her fingers nervously. If she only could erase embarrassing memories-...

How suddenly…

Sniff, sniff.

“...?”

Her ears went down as fast as it perked up just a second ago as she held her tail down. For some reason, a troll in front of her smelled like her old friend and it was making her nervous, confused and lost. Her mind was racing. A bunch of questions popped into her head immediately: Who is he? Does he know Eingal? Why is he there? Is he lost?? Why is he talking to her???

So many questions, so little to say...

@dracoinfernous

[dancingintheraindreamingonday]

They came and they took her - Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

A month later later, Bucky sits in a bar waiting for Sam to arrive. After all that time he’s still not sure what to think about Sam. A lot of people like him, including you and Steve. But Bucky finds this guy a bit annoying and irritating.

Sam tells Bucky about the group called the flag smashers who was comprised of super soldiers. Something that they really should investigate further and in need stop.

Bucky’s phone’s ringing. As he looks at it, he stops in his movement. 

„What is it?“ Sam notices the distress in Bucky’s face.

„It’s the number of (y/f/n)’s emergency phone. I gave it to her in Bucharest. Told her to use is when she’s in danger.“

„Well, answer it!“

„Hello?“ Silence

„Who’s there?“ Bucky asks again

„My name is Alexander Steve Barnes.“, says the soft, timidest voice Bucky ever heard. 

„My mum told me to call you.“, his voice was full with fear. 

„Where’s your mum?“

„They came and they took her.“ Alex starts hiccuping.

„Stay exactly where you are. I’m coming.“ 

Bucky ends the call and looks at the gin glas in front of him. He takes it and smashes it against the wall. 

„They got (y/f/n). They took her.“ Bucky’s furious. 

„Who took her?“

„Sam, how would I know who took her?! I wasn’t there, yeah?!“ This realization hits him like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t there. He was so caught up with his amends, with his pain, with his guilt, that he didn’t protect you. Bucky demolishes the whole interior of the bar. The pain he feels right now is agonizing and almost unbearable. You’re missing and he has absolutely no idea who could be responsible for that. 

The drive to your house was quick, thanks to Bucky ignoring every single traffic sign.

Arriving at your door, Bucky’s heart drops into his gut. The door isn’t locked; it was barely in the frame. 

Walking down the floor he and Sam see the impact of your abduction. The furniture is demolished, glass got shattered, doors of cupboards are open like someone was looking for something. But the most disturbing thing is the blood. Everywhere. “Your wife gave a hell of a fight.”

As they walk they stumble upon two corpses laying on the ground. 

„Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.“ Sam states. 

„Why was S.H.I.E.L.D here?“ He asks Bucky.

A question none could answer. 

„Stay here. I’m getting the kid.“

Bucky takes the stairs thinking to himself that if they were after the child, they probably would’ve found it in this tiny house. But why were they here? Why did the kidnapped (y/f/n)? Probably because of him. All bad things happened because of him.

He enters your bedroom, noticing that your bedding was on the ground. Aren’t you sleeping in your bed? „Kid? You can come out now.“

„Say the password.“, requests the child’s voice

„Password? Sorry kid, I don’t know any password.“, Bucky rubs the bridge of his nose, cursing you silently for creating a password no one knows. He looks around in your bedroom hoping that he might find a post-it with the password on it. But instead the only thing he sees is a huge celestial map. And just like that, he remembers:

Bucky laid on the ground. Just a few hours ago he resisted the Russian commands that Ayo gave him. He was no longer the winter soldier. He was no longer a slave. And he was no longer a weapon. His eyes were still wet and red as he stared into the night. The sky was clear and all the millions of stars shined brightly. „Beautiful, isn’t it?“, your voice broke the silence. Bucky turned his head and saw you starring at the sky. „Ayo told me what happened. I’m so damn proud of you, my white wolf.“ You winked at him as you sat down next to him. „And I finally found out what star this is.“, you pointed to the brightest star. „Well, to be honest- It wasn’t me who found out the name of the star. The kids I’m teaching at school are way smarter than I am with my maths degree, so instead of embarrassing me again I gave them the task to find out the name of the star. And it’s name is… drum roll.“ You clapped out the rhythm. „Canopus. The name of the star is Canopus.“ Since you two arrived in Wakanda this star always made you interested. „So, now we know the name of our lucky star.“ You laid down next to Bucky. „No matter what challenges we will face and no matter where we are- together or apart, our star will always be out there watching and guarding us.“ “We will never be apart.”, whispered Bucky.

„Canopus. The password is Canopus.“

Bucky hears the lock clicking and the door opens. And there he stands. His son. For the first time Bucky meets his child. He was undoubtedly his son. His dark brown hair, his oval face and your big (y/e/c) eyes. He was still wearing his pyjamas. A brown teddybear with a bowtie is pressed against him. Bucky recognizes the teddy bear as the one he won for you at a shooting gallery. A warm feeling of attachment and the need to protect this child floods through his body. He bends over and picks him up. Alex buries his face against Bucky’s neck. „Lets get you out of here, kid.“ 

As he walks down the stairs Sam meets him with lots of files in his hands. „Here are dozen of S.H.I.E.L.D files. There are several about super soldiers. This one…“, Sam shows him one file „This one is about you. But I can just read your name. Everything else is blacked out. Strange, isn’t it?“ 

Strange doesn’t even describe the oddness of this situation. 

„What do we do now?“, Sam asks while opening the car. Bucky has no idea. What should he do with this kid? „Aunt Pepper.“, mumbles the little one. „What?“

„Mum said that when the superhero doesn’t know what to do, I should suggest aunt Pepper.“ Alex shows Bucky the back of his left hand. There are, written with a bullpen, the words „aunt Pepper“. This was probably a precaution if Alex would’ve forgotten the name. Bucky chuckles. Even in the times of great danger, his wife stayed sane and cool-headed.

This time Sam is driving, noticing how calm Bucky seems with his kid still in his arms. Seeing Bucky acting somewhat like a father is just an interesting picture. That makes Sam contemplate the thing he saw next to the bin. As a guy he wasn’t really sure what it was but now that he thinks about it… it definitely could have been a pregnancy test. 

But two lines mean negative, right?

Chapter 5

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Eternity | Jacob Black x Male Reader

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Jacob Black x Male Reader

Summary: Jacob searches for his imprint. After years the rest of his pack has found their imprints and lived their lives. Jacob still searches for his own, only to find out his imprint is not who or what he expected.

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Jacob ran through the woods of Canada. He had left La Push such a long time ago, it almost felt like a lifetime. Wanting to find his imprint, he decided to keep shifting to help prolong his life to do so. He watched as his pack had all found their imprints and lived their lives, having kids and families. Enjoying their life. As he grew older he watched as everyone he knew passed on, leaving him alone. Well not completely alone, he still could talk to Bella and the Cullens but what was the point of it? It wasn’t like they were close or anything, just a reminder of the past.

It had been five years since Jacob had last been human. He had slowly begun to fall into his wolf, letting it take over his mind. He was more wolf than man now. He had almost forgotten about why he had phased in the first place, since he was letting the wolf’s nature take over him. That was until he caught onto a scent that was familiar to both him and his wolf. A leech. This far out in the woods though, that was strange. The wolf began running towards the threat that arose in him.

As he ran through the woods, memories returned to him. Memories of his old pack, Sam, Paul, Jared. His best friends Embry and Quil. Even his own Pack with Leah and Seth. Memories of them messing around and going on patrols together, protecting their land. They were a family and now they were gone and Jacob was alone. He would find this leech and kill them, for the people he lost. 

The stench came closer and closer. When he came into proximity he launched himself and came crashing down on the creature below him. He pushed his paws into the leech’s arms pinning them to the ground and he raised his head to strike but was stopped when he finally looked at the face of the leech. Below him was a male vampire who looked afraid, his eyes were golden instead of red. Just like the Cullens. Jacob looked into the man’s eyes and felt his world shift around him and memories of his friends finding their imprints appeared and he saw his dad and mom before she was taken from them. Jacob couldn’t believe, this man, this leech...was his imprint. Frustrated, Jacob let go and stalked off, leaving the man stunned and afraid on the ground.

It was the next day and Jacob was still thinking about everything that happened. It wasn’t unheard of for an imprint to be the same sex, infact Quil had imprinted on his boyfriend. Plus that wasn’t the problem that Jacob was having, it was the fact he had imprinted on a le- a vampire. The sworn enemy of his tribe. But with the Cullens it was shown that it wasn’t as black and white as they thought. The man from earlier had golden eyes, which meant he probably drank animal blood and looked more afraid than anything. Pushing himself up from the ground, he began following the scent of his imprint. He had waited for so long, he wasn’t about to lose him now. Not for his own stupid reasons.

The man hadn’t gone far, in fact, he was still really close. Especially for someone who was just attacked by a giant wolf the other day. Following his nose, Jacob found the man in a cave by a large pond. He noticed how the man seemed to be...sad. He walked slower until the man caught sight of him and started backing up. Jacob let out a whine and laid down, lowering his ears. The man eventually started moving closer to him and began petting him. “Huh, not what I thought. Who’s a good boy?” The man smiled and Jacob felt his heart flutter. It had been so long since he had any sort of attention and now all he wanted was love and affection from this man. Jacob wanted to phase back but found it difficult to focus on his human form, had it been so long?

After multiple tries, Jacob still couldn’t phase back. Eventually he gave in to staying his wolf form for the time being. The man had warmed up even more to him, petting and laying down with him. Jacob’s warm fur a nice contrast to his own cold skin. Days had passed and Jacob learned that the man’s name was (M/N) and that he had been a somewhat new vampire. Not necessarily a newborn but new enough to get used to animal blood instead of human blood. (M/N) however was still afraid that he could hurt someone so he had been staying in the woods away from people.

One night Jacob was laying down, (M/N) sleeping next to him. While (M/N) didn’t need to sleep, he said it helped reduce his need for blood. Jacob had drifted off to sleep and memories came back. A man that seemed familiar among the rest of his old pack, then he realized it was him. His human form. When he woke up he found himself no longer his wolf, but his human self. Having hands and two legs again was a weird feeling. ‘W-who are you and why are you naked!?” Jacob turned and saw (M/N) looking at him at a distance again. Then Jacob realized he was in fact naked. Covering himself Jacob began to explain. “It’s...It’s kind of hard to explain. Short answer is, I’m the wolf that’s been with you (M/N).” Jacob could hear how his voice was hoarse from the years of not talking. It was strange to talk again, anything human really was. (M/N) seemed confused until his eyes widened. “Oh my god. How is that-how’s that possible?” (M/N) gave Jacob his jacket to wrap around himself and Jacob told him everything. His pack, his tribe, the cullens, why he phased.

“So...you phased to find your imprint staying your current age?” (M/N) asked, Jacob nodded in response. “And I’m your imprint?” Jacob nodded again. “Okay. I think I understand. So your imprint can be whatever you need them to be a friend or a lover? What would you like ME to be?” Jacob blushed at that but cleared his throat. “I don’t mind whatever but...I know that I really want to be close to you and just...hold you.” (M/N) was sure if he could blush he would. “Alright then. I won’t lie, this is all so new and I don’t really know you that well but...we can try this.” Jacob smiled widely standing up, accidentally dropping the jacket and (M/N) looked everywhere but Jacob. “First we should probably find you some clothes though.” Jacob covered himself again. “Sorry, when you’re a wolf you don’t really need them.”

Weeks had passed since that moment in the cave. Jacob and (M/N) had returned to civilization. Jacob helped keep (M/N) grounded and comforted him when he needed to. (M/N) discovered that even though Jacob was a wolf he was practically one big teddy bear. He always wanted to be held or to be touching (M/N) in some way never wanting to be far from him. It was nice, both had moved in together seeing as they were pretty much the only people they had. They had fallen into a nice domestic lifestyle.

Jacob had gone back to La Push to visit some of the kids of his old pack to see how they were doing. (M/N) decided to stay back so that he wouldn’t accidentally cause more shifters to pop up. During this time (M/N) realized just how close he had gotten to Jacob and how much he missed him. When Jacob finally returned he saw just how much he missed him too. That night was a lot of kissing and cuddling on the couch watching cheesy rom coms. 

There was also a plus side to having a boyfriend who was also a wolf. Some days (M/N) would come home to find Jacob in his wolf form laying on the floor waiting for him. It was like having the best of both worlds. It also meant that he would be able to keep his aging down so that he could stay with (M/N) for as long as he could. 

One day Jacob got in contact with Bella, who was surprised to hear from him believe he gave up on finding his imprint long ago. He introduced (M/N) to her and the other Cullens who were happy that he had found his imprint. They even offered for them to live with them but the two turned them down preferring to stay by themselves.

The two didn’t know what the future held for them, but they knew they had a long time to figure it out. Both were so happy to have each other and that they both loved one another. Maybe if they talked and planned enough they would have a family down the line, like Jacob wanted. But for the moment, the two knew they loved each other for eternity.

[thursdayattempt]

Since FNAF decided to rise from the dead- So have I... ( Some design choices were inspired by @leafyns )

-The Classics (FNAF1)

Freddy: The reason he is ginormous compared to the other band members because he was retrofitting with Golden Freddy’s endosckeleton (reason why Golden Freddy doesn’t have one)

Bonnie: Bonnie is inspired by Beach Bear and Billy Bob from the RockaFire Explosion- I’ve only really seen Bonnie interpreted by a tall, shy, (British) purple rabbit. And for awhile I interpreted him this way but I put those suspenders on him and now he’s a hillbilly with a shark finned guitar.

Chica: Nothing much else to say except the “hand” she is holding the cupcake with isn’t actually a hand... It’s a head- a puppet. Like Funtime Freddy- Which was inspired by Rolf the Wolf (also from Rockafire Explosion)

Foxy: His design was the hardest. Nothing else to really say-

Golden Freddy:He’s the biggest of the FNAF 1 animatronics. Mainly because before he became this kerfuckled mess, they stuffed him with cotton to keep the springlocks from coming loose and spring trapping the poor soul inside the suit. And to also give him a bigger, cuddlier, and more teddy bear look... But now he just looks gross-

-The Withered (FNAF2)

Freddy: Imagine Freddy but homeless

Bonnie: Sad hillbilly hours

Chica: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Foxy: Zombie hours

-The Toys (FNAF2)

Toy Freddy:Just a chunker- an absolute big boi... A squishy man

Toy Bonnie: Fuck gender roles! We putting bows on our ears and wearing booty shorts >:)

Toy Chica: No cupcake puppet this time.

Mangle: Why is she green? Because Mardi Gra! Why Is he Mardi Gra themed? Because frick you, I like Mardi Gra!

Marionette: I HC that the Marionette (along with BB and JJ) came from the same place as Circus Baby and the Funtimes. Only because that’s the only place human like animatronics can really be found or whatever- Just to explain the face slit in the middle (I’m still sprucing up on all my FNAF Knowledge- so if this can be disproven please tell me :0) She’s got bells- jingle jangle

BB and JJ: BB represent that “good “emotions! Like happiness, motivation, etc. and JJ represents that “bad” emotions... Like sadness, anger, etc. BB is very excitable- (the reason why he is so annoying) and JJ is very shy (reason why until a year ago I didn’t even know she was actually real and thought she was just a hoax) Basically they are the complete opposite.

-(EXTRA) The Shadow Bois

(No notes on these two yet)

-The Withered (FNAF3)

Phantom Freddy, Chica, Foxy: Inspired by Mimes- They can shift from the phantom forms to their crying child spirit forms (which you can see next to the Phantom Marionette) They see the Phantom Marionette as their mother in a way- only because they don’t remember much of their lives before they died. Like, they remember their family’s faces but not their names- And they know who that was taken away by...

Phantom Marionette: The Phantom Marionette was able to save BB and JJ from their fiery fate that took her toy friends... At that point JJ was very broken, and couldn’t move. (Kinda like Golden Freddy) So she strapped her to her back with one of those little baby holders that she found in the lost and found.

Phantom Mangle: Mardi Gra but sad

Phantom Balloon Boy: He is now scared, no longer being able to feel the emotions he was intended for... He misses when his sister was able to talk to him.

The Spirit of Bonnie: (Next the Phantom Marionette) He can’t shift to his phantom form because he doesn’t have one. To do that the suit the children had possessed needed to still be intact... Since it was so broken, the guys that went and obliterated the Toy animatronics just took one look at the Withered Bonnie suit and said- Why bother? Destroying it along with the toys...

(TW: GORE)

-Springtrap (FNAF3)

Springtrap: During the short time that the children’s souls and Springtrap had to be in Fazbear Fright together- The kids fought him a lot. Not like bickering- but they’d rip apart his suit... They made him look like that sure- But they’re still not happy. They won’t be until they go to Heaven and he goes to Hell.

(FNAF+4 Designs) COMING SOON

[jaskiersvalley]

Title: Keeper of Memories Rating: G Pairing(s): Implied Gerlat/Jaskier, implied Lambert/Eskel Characters: Vesemir, Eskel, Lambert Tags: Presumed character death Summary: Vesemir’s room was the largest in Kaer Morhen. Nowhere else was big enough to hold all the memories.

Written for @sugar-and-spice-witcher-bingo to fill the ‘Stuffed Animals’ square.

It was no secret that Vesemir had the biggest bedroom that could be found in Kaer Morhen. Despite it having led to some fierce arguments at the time, he stood firm in the face of Lambert’s fury and logic. Vesemir took the largest room but he allowed Lambert and Eskel to take the largest bed. That wasn’t why he needed the room but he would never tell the others the truth. So he allowed his pups to think it was some kind of pompous, hierarchical bullshit. They didn’t need to know the truth. It was just a fact of their lives that Vesemir had the biggest room and nobody was allowed in there.

Another fact of life was that the great hall had three tatty, stuffed toys on the mantlepiece of the fire that was never lit. There was no point in wasting fuel on all the fireplaces so only the kitchen, bedrooms and dining hall was ever lit and kept warm. Those three toys were all but forgotten, part of the décor and ignored. Quirky but if that was what Vesemir found tolerable decoration during the year when his pups were out on the Path, nobody was going to question it. The two patchy teddies and the ragged rabbit never seemed to accumulate dust as the years went on.

There were winters where Geralt didn’t return. But Vesemir wasn’t overly worried, the songs about the White Wolf and his latest heroic deeds were sung across the continent. It was a comfort in a way, no matter where the Wolves of Kaer Morhen went, they always knew Geralt was well. That didn’t mean the other two had as much fame and fortune. If there was a year they missed coming home for winter, there was no knowing their fate. Sometimes, if they had the coin, they could send a letter home to reassure the others but that was a rarity.

If Lambert or Eskel didn’t make it, Vesemir had a long year ahead of waiting. So did the other wolves home for the winter. Not that Geralt had returned in a couple of years, too busy spending winters with his bard in Oxenfurt. Given that Lambert was a bit patchy and not too enthused with climbing the mountain to Kaer Morhen, he was more likely to miss winters. It was almost expected that he’d go missing once every few years and then return the following winter as if nothing had happened. With Geralt away too, winter was very quiet when it was just Eskel and Vesemir. They did their best to keep Kaer Morhen patched up, shared chores and had evenings of quiet companionship.

The following year Lambert wasn’t back. Geralt did arrive with bard in tow and there was song and noise and life in the old keep. It made life more interesting and winter passed in a pleasant blur.

Third year without any sign of Lambert and Geralt was back in Oxenfurt if rumours were to be believed. Winter was near silent by contrast to the previous one.

“There’s no sign of him,” Eskel said as he and Vesemir locked Kaer Morhen for the fourth winter without Lambert. War was ravaging the Continent, people were scared and antsy. A witcher who hadn’t been home for four years was unlikely to ever come back.

Nodding, Vesemir knew the truth. He didn’t want to believe it but to deny it was to deny Lambert’s rest. Together they built an empty pyre and lit it without saying a word. Once the fire was low, Vesemir turned to go back inside and, after a silent moment, Eskel followed. Rather than go to the dining hall where they’d pulled chairs close to the fire, Vesemir headed to the entrance hall. There, he picked up the old rabbit from the mantlepiece.

“You might as well see it,” he said to Eskel and they walked to Vesemir’s room.

On silent hinges the door swung open to reveal a room with a bed and shelves from floor to ceiling. Each of them was carefully lined with old stuffed toys, some barely recognisable from how often they’d been repaired over the years. Walking in, Vesemir put the rabbit on the shelf with the most space.

“Every recruit was made a soft toy to have for the first couple of weeks while they settled in,” Vesemir said. “Each shelf is a cohort. Though some do migrate if special bonds have been formed.”

Eskel thought of the two bears on the mantlepiece and knew they were him and Geralt. And he also knew that their bears would join Lambert’s rabbit on a shelf when the time came.

“Do you have one?”

Vesemir’s eyes drifted to a tatty toy on his desk. It may have once been a wolf but it had long since lost its ears and button eyes.

“They all have names you know.” Vesemir drew their attention back to the shelves. “I’ve kept their memories, written them down so even if they are no longer with us, they’re not forgotten.” After a moment’s hesitation, he quietly offered, “I know you and Lambert were close. You could help me write his entry.”

For the rest of the winter, Eskel spent a lot of time in Vesemir’s bedroom, learning all the names of long dead witchers, some of whom he vaguely remembered from his own training days. He read the stories that went with each name, tried to get a feel for the person they used to be. As winter drew to a close and the snow started to melt, they needed to make the newest entry.

“Lambert is-” Eskel cleared his throat, “was probably best summed up as a prickly ball of cotton.”

Thinking about him hurt. Remembering all his stupid things, like fishing with bombs had Eskel’s throat tightening as emotions overwhelmed him. “He wasn’t just a witcher, he was my partner,” he whispered and Vesemir set the quill aside to pull him in for a tight hug.

“I know. And I’m so sorry.” Words were powerless to bring Lambert back or to sooth the gaping hole left by him. But it was all they had and, as witchers always did, they would make-do with them.

Come spring, Eskel glanced at the two almost identical teddies on the mantlepiece. “I’ll be back for winter, I promise.”

It was a promise he made good on, returning a little sooner than usual. Geralt had come with Jaskier and, much to Eskel’s surprise, there was a new stuffed toy on the mantlepiece - a bird of some description, made of an old shirt.

The four of them settled for the winter, they had everything they needed, the keep was mostly repaired and their stores were filled with food. Geralt had the good grace to look forlorn when they told him about the pyre for Lambert that he missed. That evening, Jaskier sang slower songs, ones of times gone by and memories that needed to be treasured.

Nobody expected the front door of the keep the slam open three days later with a holler of “the rabbit finally kick the bucket? Nice bird replacement!”

Rushing to the entrance hall, Eskel’s jaw dropped at the sight of Lambert looking whole and healthy. In his wake were two new additions.

“Brought some friends to liven shit up,” Lambert said as he took his time to look over Eskel. “If Pretty Boy could bring his bard, I figured I could bring friends for both of us.”

Words choked in his throat, Eskel pulled Lambert into a bearhug, all but lifting him off the ground. There were no tears but a lot of touches, making sure the other was really there.

It was the fullest Kaer Morhen had been in decades. Lambert had been right, he did bring friends in the form of Aiden and Cahir. More than friends, as time revealed. They fit seamlessly into their winter routines and proved to be quite the addition to the ragtag group.

By the time spring rolled around and Kaer Morhen opened its gates again, the rabbit was back on the mantlepiece. But, in addition there were two cats there too and Vesemir nodded to Eskel. It could be their secret for now. But Kaer Morhen would never forget its family.

[drovenna]

What was Ruby's thoughts on Overboss Colter/Going thru The Gauntlet?

Blood warning

Strong language warning

I pasted only the most interesting part of the gauntlet: the final fight with Colter.

I will go out and give this Colter guy a hell. I’m done playing around as their pet. I found myself panting in front of the door. Through the broken windows I saw Colter as he turned to the shouting crowd. As he talked he slowly moved from one corner to the other. The arena was gloomy but I could catch some faces. They were really different from each other. Some were wearing ties and suits, and some very colourful feathers, and… teddy bears and stuff. What a carnival…

“Disciplines! Are you ready for blood?” the farthest group started shouting and whooping.

“And the Pack! Are you ready for things to get wild?” His answer was a mix of chanting “death” and wolf howls.

“Operators! Are you ready to see me notch another kill?” The reaction was… buzz kill. I barely heard anything, maybe applause? But as soon as he turned to me the whole crowd started cheering again.

“And you… are you ready to die?” As soon as he finished his sentence the door opened.

He was already dangerously close. I quickly dodged at least half a magazine as I jumped behind a big cola statue. (as quick as I could move in my armor) I heard the clancking of his power armor and the wire scraping the grid. I suddenly leaned out and aimed with the zipper. Colter froze, electricity sparking around him the smoke and the steam coming out of the power armor. I started charging towards him with full force. And with that, my heart beat rising, and… a sudden joy. Finally a face to face fight, not hanging on strings set up by people through speakers. That loud screeching voice hit my ears when the two armors collided. He lost his balance, but in the last moment he found a steady position and smashed a big one to my helmet. My vision went blurry, but I kept on brawling. It was a loud and angry fist fight, as I could hit his weapon out of his hands. My left shoulder plate gave up and dropped on the ground. He grabbed the frame, tearing it apart as if this was his last day. I hoped it was.

Then I heard the powering up noise. Shit. I had one more surprise for this fucker. I only had one shot at it though. I activated my remaining jet pack reserves. I felt a little heat at my back , and the sudden thrust. This gave me enough push to finally wham him out, he pounded onto the floor, and wire was no longer attached to the grid. I stepped on him and gripped his helmet. He tried to move and push me away, but I was faster. I smashed his skull with my armored fists. He coughed up some blood. I stroke again, and again. When I stood up, his face was unrecognizable. I was still gasping for air.

As the crowd too, they all just stood there. Everyone was shocked, some even tremble. I slowly approached the fences. Few took a step back. I pulled off my helmet, and finally smelling the stench of this cunt's blood all over my armor.

[tiramisiyu]

【恋与制作人】MLQC: 【天堂福利院】Kiro’s Heaven’s Home for Children R&S Translation

The cruel truth about a sham of a “heaven”, to be torn apart by a real angel.

Translation Masterlist: here

See under the cut!

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When Kiro rubbed his dry eyes and lifted his head from the computer, it was already midnight. He yawned quietly, looking indifferently at the clock hand that had stopped at 12-o’clock. His face was awash in the cold light of the screen, looking pale white.

Today was the third day of superstar Kiro’s “creative retreat”, and it was also the third day of hacker Key’s “ubiquitous re-emergence”.

Kiro wasn’t sure which of his identities was more famous. Of course, no one would link these two polar-opposite identities together.

Superstar Kiro was a little angel who received the love and respect of thousands and thousands of fans. What hacker Key sounded like was someone with malicious intentions.

Thinking about this, Kiro laughed, reaching his hand out to grab the nearby coke – until he noticed that the coke had been completely drained a long while ago, leaving only a few feather-light cans. Kiro wrinkled his brows, randomly grabbed an empty can and tipped it towards his mouth, just managing to shake out a few drops of brown liquid. In the end, he was still dissatisfied.

“Savin’s gonna kill me… Savin’s gonna kill me…” While repeating this, Kiro covered his face up completely with a facemask and a hat, put on a coat, and headed out.

Midnights in early spring were very cold. The dim lights on the sides of the street lit up the pavement. A stray cat passed by, its sharp cries shattering the silence.

In the convenience store, the clerk was sitting on the side, dozing off. Hovering at the convenience store door, Kiro hesitated for a moment, ultimately choosing to use the automatic vending machine. If the clerk recognized how he looked, he would be screwed.

Good thing that the vending machine had coke. Kiro pulled out a few pieces of spare change, yawning as he stuffed the coins into the coin slot. His had slid off to the side, and the coin fell on the ground, rolling underneath the vending machine.

“What’s up with that… seriously…” Kiro felt all over, yet was still unable to find another coin, so he could only squat down and pick… suddenly, a dirty little hand stuck out, speedily snatching away that coin!

“Who!” Startled, Kiro nearly fell on the ground. A dirtied little boy stuck his head out from behind the vending machine.

Kiro stuck out his hand: ��Give the money back to me.”

The little boy looked at Kiro in a daze, then suddenly pointed towards behind Kiro: “Whoa, what’s that!”

Kiro abruptly turned around – there was nothing at all behind him. When he turned back, he noticed that the boy had already run off with a dollar.

“Dammit! I got tricked!” Kiro gritted his teeth in anger. As he ran, the boy stuck his tongue out at Kiro: “Lelele, big dummy, who told you to be so stingy, wanting to get back even just a dollar!”

The boy sprinted desperately, not paying attention to the ground beneath him. In that moment of carelessness, he tripped and fell on the ground. In panic, the boy turned around, continuing to run in a limping manner, paying no attention to his wounds.

Kiro drooped his head down.

Was one dollar that important to the boy?

The boy ran forward desperately, his knees burning with pain.

“Stop running! I’ll invite you out to eat.” He heard a yell behind him.

The boy turned back in astonishment.

Kiro took out some money and waved it towards the boy, speaking casually: “Make a trip for me to the convenience store, and the rest of the money is yours. How about that?”

The boy froze where he was, at a complete loss.

Kiro and the boy sat in a row on the steps near the convenience store. The boy took large bites out of his bread.

Kiro opened his coke and took a gulp, then turned around, seeing how the boy was wolfing down his food. He couldn’t help laughing slightly and shaking his head: “Eating bread like this – are you Jean Valjean?”

“Who’s Jean Valjean?”

“He’s… he’s…” Seeing the boy like this, Kiro had a hard time saying “Les Misérables”. He just quietly said, “He’s… a very amazing person.”

“Really? Then he must have a lot of money.” The boy forcefully swallowed down the bread, licked his lips, and looked at Kiro. He had only paid attention to getting himself bread just now and had forgotten to buy water. Now, the dry bread was clogging up his throat – it really was hard to swallow.

Kiro laughed and handed the coke to the boy. The boy took it and fiercely gulped a few times, then let out a long burp. He touched his mouth in satisfaction, then said “Thank you” to Kiro with embarrassment.

Kiro asked him, “Why have you become hungry to this point? Where are your parents?”

“Dead.” Indifferent, the boy said, “I grew up at an orphanage.”

Kiro’s heart trembled when he heard the word orphanage, his hands and feet becoming ice-cold in an instant. Memories burst out in his mind.

The boy didn’t notice Kiro’s discomfort and continued chattering on. “…The orphanage is very poor. The orphanage director has us go out every day to pick up trash. If we don’t sell it for enough money, he doesn’t allow us to return.”

Kiro looked at the boy, his heart aching for him. Not so long ago, he had also worn tattered, old clothes and looked at the moonlight through the orphanage’s little window. One night after another, he never knew if he would see the moonlight the next day, and he also never knew when the friend beside him would stop breathing.

The boy kept talking.

“I’ll pay you back. I’ll be eight years old very soon. The orphanage director said that when we hit ten years old, he would send us to a very good place. We’ll never have to worry about going hungry when we go there, and we’ll have new parents to love us.”

“What’s the name of your orphanage?”

“Heaven’s Home for Children.”

It was already dawn by the time Kiro returned home. He gave the small amount of cash he had to the boy, then ran like mad home, where he supported himself on the sink as he retched. He then rushed into the bathroom to pour cold water on his head. Only then did he manage to calm down.

In his mind, a blurry-faced man once pulled his hand, walking in the dark, damp hallway. He held the worn-out teddy bear, agitatedly clutching at the man’s fingers. The man crouched down and kindly said to him, “Don’t worry, that place is as happy as heaven.”

Can it also be called heaven when they break the wings off angels and shut them in together?

Kiro looked at his sorry-looking self in the mirror, noticing that he had bitten his lips bloody at some point when he wasn’t aware. Kiro laughed quietly, using his fingers to rub the fresh blood evenly on his lips – no big deal, the “him” in the mirror was as good-looking as always, and that was enough. Now, there was no one that could hurt him. No one.

When Savin arrived at Kiro’s house, Kiro was holding his computer and sitting on the sofa, his eyebrows pinched tightly, his hands flying nonstop over the keyboard. He heard the sound and tilted his head up to give Savin a smile. His hands did not stop moving in the slightest.

Savin supported himself against the doorframe, talking to Kiro with a smile:

“What are you doing?”

Kiro didn’t even raise his head.

“Games.”

Savin was a little surprised.

“Why not use a mechanical keyboard if you’re gaming?”

Kiro laughed and closed the laptop with a “pa”.

“No big deal. I can beat them even with just a trackpad.”

Savin looked at Kiro, faintly feeling the drive in his expression – but in the space of an eye’s blink, Kiro went back to his smiling face, changing fully to a harmless appearance.

He must have seen wrong.

So Savin thought, as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Put on your jacket quick. We’ll be late for the fan meet today!”

Savin grabbed a jacket hanging on the side, planning to throw it to Kiro. “Eh? Why is your jacket soaked? Did you go outside yesterday?”

Kiro became panicked in an instant. “Ah, I didn’t… how could I have…”

“There are also coke stains on the clothes… Kiro, you drank coke behind my back!!”

“Hehe…” Kiro laughed awkwardly. “I just drank one mouthful… just one…”

Today was the day of Kiro’s fan meet. Savin took care of everything for Kiro with ease. Taking advantage of Savin’s inattention, Kiro hid himself into the lounge, carrying his computer, and locked the door. He then opened the computer.

Materials on Heaven’s Home for Children covered the screen. Ever since he arrived home yesterday at dawn, he had been continuously investigating this so-called specially approved private orphanage. The boy had not lied – all children ages eight and above at the orphanage were all adopted to foreign countries.

How could this be, Kiro thought to himself. Younger children typically have higher adoption rates. He wrinkled his brows, thinking for a while, and suddenly reacted. His fingers danced quickly over the keyboard, the intense tapping sounds never stopping in the slightest.

Savin’s voice sounded from outside.

“Kiro, time to prepare to get onstage!”

Kiro did not respond to Savin. His entire attention was focused on the laptop. Rows and rows of code rushed past, like a rapidly-moving train, driving past his pupils. His expression was no longer like the ignorant ones of a little fawn – it was the expression of a hunter.

The knocking sounds outside the door became more intense.

“Kiro? Kiro?”

Kiro remained silent, his hands moving with increased speed.

Sure enough, this orphanage was no simple operation. On the surface, it looked like a charity organization, but they had been continuously doing underground human trafficking work. Kiro looked at the “prices” of the children on the website – none of them costed more than one of his clothes.

He revealed an anguished smile. The lies from back then have actually appeared here again. This world was already hell – how could it have a heaven?

The knocking outside the door became more and more intense, and Savin raised his voice. “Kiro! Open the door! What are you doing inside?!”

Kiro did not respond. He just bit hard on his lips, his gaze never leaving the computer screen for a second. After all, it was a site on the dark web, so it was harder to break into than the average website. Kiro thought about the tattered clothes and smiling face of the boy from yesterday, feeling a pain like someone had grabbed his heart.

It seemed like there was someone putting up a tenacious resistance on the website’s side. Kiro accurately set a trap, waiting for the person on the other side to relax their guard and step in…

One second, two seconds, three seconds… up until ten seconds.

Faster, faster. Kiro hung down his eyes, reciting this silently.

Savin could no longer wait outside the door. He found security guards, planning to ram the door open. Several sturdy security guards pulled up their sleeves, aiming to ram the lounge door together.

Kiro balled up his fist, his expression not wavering in the slightest. Following the passing of time, the site seemed to gradually lose its guardedness. Like a wild wolf on guard, stretching out its paws to carefully scout the road in the dark night, while the trap that Kiro had laid was right on the side. Step by step, it explored, on alert, and one front paw poked into the trap…

“Caught it!” Kiro cried out quietly in surprise, his two hands tapping away again on the keyboard. This time, he wouldn’t let his prey run away again!

“Bang!” The door was ferociously rammed open! Savin pushed aside everyone else, agitatedly rushing in, but all he saw was Kiro reclining dazedly on the sofa, seeming to just have woken from sleep.

Savin immediately froze. “Are… are you alright?”

Kiro yawned hugely, stretching under the gaze of everyone, and lazily said, “Sorry, I fell asleep just now.”

Savin looked at Kiro with suspicion. The latter then squinted, revealing a large smile.

Kiro was not late. He got on the fan meet dance stage as promised. He wore a black jacket, warmly waving to his fans, bursting with life.

Screams like a tsunami sounded under the stage.

Amid the screams, a female fan lowered her head and looked at her phone, then tapped the friend beside her in surprise. “An anonymous hacker revealed that Heaven’s Home for Children was doing human trafficking.”

Her friend didn’t even turn around. “Kiro’s right in front of you, so how can you pay attention to some hacker!”

The female fan thought about it, feeling that it made sense. She immediately put her phone away, waving her light sticks to cheer for Kiro.

Kiro looked at all the fans under the stage, holding onto Key’s ring through his pocket. The edges and corners of the ring rubbed against his palm through the clothes, inciting stabbing pains.

Under the slight pain, Kiro smoothed out his brow, took the microphone and revealed a smile.

Good thing that the world can be at peace after the storm has passed.

--

The Heaven’s Home for Children issue had already gotten on headlines before the fan meet ended. The Loveland police headed in very quickly. Within three days, this orphanage built on all the children’s blood and tears was destroyed thusly, and all involved people were caught. Many large forums were discussing exactly who hacker Key was, but no one could give an answer. No one knew over ten years ago, and still no one knew now.

Five months later, the Angel’s Orphanage completed construction. As the main sponsor, Kiro arrived at the scene – bringing 50 boxes of coke.

“You’re going to ruin the children’s teeth from drinking this,” Savin complained on the side.

“This is called satisfying them by proxy, don’t you understand?” Kiro shot impatiently at Savin, then casually called over the little boy near him.

Seeing Kiro’s somewhat familiar face, the little boy froze on the spot. Kiro laughed, handing the boy a can of coke.

Savin had already been called to the side to help. The boy took the coke in a daze, hesitantly saying, “Big brother… exactly who are you?”

Kiro laughed, shushing the boy and revealing a mysterious smile.

“Hello, I’m a hacker. I’m called Key.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you.”

[intoanothermind]

Beauty Queen - Chapter 10

B E A U T Y   Q U E E N

Synopsis: You are the Ice Princess of Narnia during the Long Winter. Your sister Jadis, the White Witch, hates that you’re always helping Narnians escape prision. She decides to hunt you down and you have to run away from the palace. What happens when you find the four humans lost in Narnia?

- Edmund Pevensie x reader

Masterlist

<Chapter 9 | Chapter 11>

(There’s probably a lot of errors, but I just translated real quick because there’s been ages since I updated.)

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C H A P T E R   T E N

They walked through the snow that lazily melted. Their footprints showed the path they passed through towards the frozen river. Of course, no one could erase the footprints so the maximum they could do was to speed up the pace so they wouldn't get caught.

“Come on, humans! While we are young!’ yelled Mr. Beaver, who went ahead to show them the way.

“If he rushes us again...” Peter said, bending so Lucy could jump on his back. “I'll make him into a very cute hat.”

Susan let out a quiet laugh.

“Quick! Come on!” cried the Beaver, a few meters in front of others.

“He's getting bossy!” said Lucy.

“No!” cried Mrs. Beaver. ”Look behind you! It's her!”

They looked and saw a few meters away, a carriage that glided easily through the snow. Lucy jumped off Peter's back and they all ran.

“Run!” cried Mr. Beaver.

They heard the reindeer hooves getting closer and closer and knew it wasn’t a good thing. They ran across the snowy field and came to the edge of a forest, where they spotted a small cave between the roots of a tree. They saw the snow fall slightly to his feet only when they saw a big fat shadow walk close to the rock where they were hidden behind. They could see the person's shadow reflected in a snowy dune in front of them. They saw the shadow moving away, almost giving up.

They looked at the dune curiously while the beaver sniffed the air in a desperate manner.

“It seems...” whispered Lucy. “That it’s gone.”

“I better go see it.” said Peter, about to come out of hiding.

“You will not serve Narnia dead.” said the Beaver, turning to the opening.

“And neither do you, old man.” said Mrs. Beaver.

“Thank you darling.”

That being said, the Beaver got out of hide, sniffing and crawling to find out if they were gone or not. There were moments of tension between those present. Suddenly, the beaver appears on the edge of the rock, causing Lucy to cry out.

“Get out! Get out!” said the Beaver. “I hope you’ve been nice, because you have a visitor!” And then left.

They came out of hiding, a little afraid. In front of them was a fat man with a white beard. He wore a wine red cloak over ordinary red.

The man laughed.

“Merry Christmas, sir.” said Lucy, approaching.

“For sure, Lucy.” He said, his voice hoarse. “Ever since you arrived.”

“ Look, I can take a lot of things since I arrived...” Susan said to Peter. “But this!”

“We thought you were the Witch!” interrupted Peter, addressing the man.

“I'm sorry, sorry for the bad way, but I must say that I've been driving one of these for longer than the Witch.” He said, referring to the carriage.

“I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia.” said Susan, also approaching him.

“No.” the man replied. “Not for a long time. But the hope you have brought, Your Majesties... it begins to weaken the Witch' power. However, I dare say you might need these.”

He turned and took a big red bag from the sled .

“Gifts!” said Lucy, excited.

The man opened the bag, revealing boxes, teddy bears and many other things. He took out a small dagger sheath and a flask with a dark liquid.

“The juice of the fire flower.” he said, showing them the vial. “A single drop heals any wound.”

He handed the vial carefully to Lucy, who studied it carefully.

“Although I hope you never use it...” he said, handing her the red scabbard that contained a small dagger.

“Thank you, sir, but...” said Lucy. “I wouldn't be able to not be afraid.”

“I bet you would.” he replied. “But battles are ugly fights.”

Lucy nodded and walked away. The man picked up a basket of arrows with an ornate bow.

“Susan.” and called her and Susan approached. “Trust this bow. It will almost never go wrong.”

Susan took the bow.

“But didn't you say that battles are ugly fights?” she asked.

He laughed.

“Although I have no trouble expressing myself...” he said, showing her a small white trumpet. “blow this, and wherever you are the help will come.”

“Thanks.” she said.

The man turned and took a sheath from a large sword.

“Peter.”

The boy approached, afraid.

“The time to use this may be close.” said the man, handing him a sword and a shield.

Peter drew his sword and they all could see that there was something written on the blade.

“Thank you sir.” said Peter analysing it.

“They're guns, not toys. Use it well and wisely. Now I need to go. Winter is the almost at the end...” he said, turning to the big bag into the sleigh. “and everything accumulates when you disappear for a hundred years.”

He turned to everyone and said, before getting on the sled.

“Long live Aslam! And Merry Christmas!”

And he was gone, while everyone shouted different farewells.

“I said he was real!” said Lucy, turning to Susan.

“He said that winter...” said Pedro. “it's almost over.” and turned concerned to the girls and the beavers. “Didn't you notice?!”

When the girls looked at him confused, he continued.

“No more ice.”

~ * ~

Y/N ran like never before. She heard the howling of the wolves behind her. She could almost be sure that they would surround her from the front too, but didn't have much time left. She could try a spell, but that would only slow them down a bit. She could fight, but there were too many and they would surely defeat her. She needed a more complete plan. Then, while running through the forest, trying to lose them, she finally looked at the trees. Of course! The trees! She could hide in the trees for a while, until she was sure the wolves were far away.

Then, without warning, she brought up an extensive wall of ice in the snow between her and the wolves. And while they were thinking about how to overcome the obstacle, she quickly climbed a tree, a little further away. She used a spell to hide her scent and make it seem like she continued running. When the wolves came around the ice wall, they moved on without noticing Y/N's location. When she was sure that the howls were gone in the distance, she descended from the tree and continued her walk towards the frozen river. She knew that there would be the best way to go towards the Stone Table. She just didn't think she would see a shocking scene before that.

Several meters ahead of her, near the frozen waterfall, was the three Pevensie with the beavers, surrounded by the wolves that chased her on both sides. And their voices were propagated to her.

“Go while you can.” said the wolf, approaching them and forcing them to join closer to the liquid water. “and your sister goes with you.”

“Stop, Peter!” shouted Susan above the noise of the ice breaking. “Better do what he says!”

“Smart girl.” said the wolf.

“Don't believe him!” shouted the beaver, struggling. “Kill him! Kill him now!”

Y/N looked around uneasily. She knew that Maugrin was lying, but wouldn’t be able to reach them time. She would be caught by the wolves before that. But she needed to do something to help them. Next to her there wasn’t much she could use, but then she returned her gaze to the discussion the just a few meters away from the frozen waterfall. The waterfall!

“Oh, please, that war isn’t yours!” Said the wolf, getting closer. “My queen just wants the good of your family and they disappear.”

“Look, just because a man in red handed you a sword, you can’t pretend you’re a hero!” Susana said. “Put it down!”

“No , Peter!” cried the beaver. “Narnia needs you! Kill him while you still have a chance!”

Y/N quickly gathered the snow that was on the banks of the river and transformed it into an bow of ice. She also made some arrows of ice and aimed right at the waterfall, at its weakest point. Ice and snow were her specialty, so even from afar, she could make out the weakest part that had been frozen. She lauched five arrows in that point, which went unnoticed by all.

“How will it be, Son of Adam?” asked the wolf, near Peter's sword. “I won’t wait forever. Neither will the river!”

Y/N threw her bow and arrow in the floor, and it quickly returned to snow. She concentrated on the crack she had made in the waterfall. Melting the ice was far more difficult than forming it, but she always did it anyway. This time, however, instead of helping, the adrenaline was holding her back. Then she gave up trying to melt the ice, she needed to think about something else. And fast.

Lucy looked at the waterfall. It was collapsing.

“Oh no!” She murmured to herself and then shouted. “Peter!”

Y/N then had an idea. She stared at the frozen waterfall, that was starting to crack, and the extended her hands in front of her.

Peter looked desperately for the next safe thing to do.

“Hold on to me!” He shouted.

With a sudden movement, Y/N pulled her arms away, and the waterfall came down.

[mlmxreader]

Slept Through It | Obi Wan Kenobi

request; "so if you're up for it at all, can I request werewolf!obi-wan (hehe) with his boyfriend falling asleep on him? bonus points if his bf falls asleep on him while obi is in his werewolf form? you KNOW I love your werewolf!obi-wan and I wanna see what your brain can come up with this time. thank you jack and sending you lots of love!!! <33" // @thenlookatyourphones

summary; Obi shifts while you’re asleep on him.

notes; male!reader, werewolf!Obi

For the first time in a long time, Obi had been able to control his shifting to the point where he could quite easily stay at home during the full moons, to the point where he often only ever wandered out into the garden before coming back and shaking off his wet tawny fur, leaving little dewdrops of rain on the walls and floor; tonight was no different, tonight he was quite happy to watch the television and sprawl out on the sofa, waiting for his next shift whilst also waiting for you to come home.

He had grown comfortable with shifting around you, no longer afraid of what you thought of him, after all, his family loved you; his father, Qui Gon, adored it when you came over for dinner, and his brother Anakin absolutely loved to spend time with you; so it was hard for him to think that you would ever think differently of him. Hell, he almost thought about proposing from time to time, asking you to be his husband, to be his one and only forever.

“Hey, Obi,” you sighed as you made your way inside, shaking your damp coat off, you hang it up on its little hook beside his and headed straight for him, collapsing on the sofa with your head on his stomach. “Sorry I was gone so long...”

“Don’t worry about it,” Obi said softly, gently laying his hand at the back of your head and stroking his thumb along, sweeping left to right and then back again, he dared to smile when you leaned into his touch. “Did you manage to get everything sorted?”

You nodded after letting out a murmuring yawn, snuggling into him even further as you clung onto his pale grey knitted jumper as if it were a teddy bear, one of your legs slipped off of the sofa. “Yeah, except... except Shane wouldn’t quit flirting with me... again...”

Obi never liked Shane, but he could let his jealousy slide slightly as he knew that, for the next two weeks, you would be all his and his alone; there would be no further distractions, just you and him and the sun and the moon. “Well, I would, too, if a man as handsome as you worked with me.”

You scoffed, letting your eyes fall shut heavily, the blinds of the night drawn along with the curtains, your breathing slowing down slightly and your grip on his jumper falling loose; it was something that Obi had never dealt with before, you falling asleep on him on a night when he would shift and become the great big brown wolf, but he could control it this time, he was certain, he could control himself.

But when his shift did come, painful and agonising as always, as if a thousand gashes and slashes had been made all over his body, Obi stayed put; he nudged his clothes off of the sofa with his nose, huffing before he let out a sigh and looked down at you. Still somehow sound asleep, still somehow not stirring, clinging onto his long light brown fur, snuggled into his side as if he were nothing but a large, fluffy, teddy bear; it made him grumble as he laid his head on his large paws and kept an eye on you, laying his tail across your legs in order to keep you warm. It was nice, he thought, that you didn’t wake up - shifting was painful, always so awfully painful, and the howls that had left him during it were almost certain to have caused a ruckus and woken people up from their own slumbers.

But he was glad that he didn’t wake you. He was glad that you slept through it. He was even more glad that you slept through the morning, when he shifted back into his human form and allowed him to quietly slip away into the kitchen to make coffee; however he was caught off guard when you came crashing into his back right as he was about to turn the kettle on.

“Did you shift last night?” You asked, kissing his bare back and wrapping your arms around his waist tightly.

Obi swallowed thickly, fingers trembling as he flicked the kettle on after what seemed like years of waiting. “I am so sorry, I-”

“Don’t be,” you nuzzled into him, mumbling contently beneath your breath. “Your wolf form makes a great teddy bear.”

He couldn’t help but to laugh at that, supposing he would never have to buy you some great big wolf cuddly toy, supposing that he was quite cuddly and quite comfortable when he had inches of fur everywhere.

“I do have one complaint, though,” you continued, unaware that Obi’s heart was pounding, “you’re too warm, like a fireplace, I was sweating.”

He laughed again, relaxing and turning around in order to hook his arms around your neck and shake his head. “So what I’m hearing is that, when I shift, I’m cuddly but also need to cut my hair because you were sweating?”

You nodded, grinning broadly and brilliantly. “At least you’ll never have to buy me any teddy bears, though, right?”

“I suppose,” he hummed. “If you’re a good boy, that is.”

Playfully, you smacked his arm, shaking your head and scoffing. “Shut up, Fluffy.”

Obi’s smile was slightly wolfish as he allowed it to reach his eyes; he had never felt happiness like when he was with you, and he never wanted that to change. “Oh, so we’re name-calling, now, are we?” He let out a genuine and content chuckle. “You’ve been around my brother too much.”

“No, you’re just fluffy,” you teased. “Like a giant teddy bear.”

Obi never wanted you to stop that, to stop calling him soft and cuddly when he was at his most dangerous, when he was nothing but a beast, an awful monstrous beast; yet the way you looked at him remained the same no matter how many times you saw him like that - you even dared to cuddle into him as if it were nothing. As if his wolf form was not something you worried about, or were scared of. And as he looked at you, it was then that Obi knew what he had to do: he had to ask you to be his husband.

He wanted nobody else, no other man could ever come close to the way you made him feel, and no other man had ever been so casual around him even when he was a wolf; he figured, though, it could wait until the conversation came around.

[aleator]

day 05 - post-apocalypse au (thor/tony)

They never tell you how boring surviving an apocalypse will be. Sure, in the immediate aftermath there was danger and desperation, the struggle to pick yourself back up, to save people, to survive another day. But now, when the danger has passed and there’s only decaying cities surrounding you, at some point you have to sit yourself down and say, “This is it. This is what you have. This is life.”

Tony collects radios. He scavenges for parts, fixing any broken machines, and whenever some lost soul passes through he gives them one of the radios he’s collected and fixed. They won’t last forever--eventually the parts will give out or there will be no more batteries to find--but it’s just one small thing he can do to try and keep people connected.

Thor does physical tasks to calm his mind. He chops firewood, goes hunting, attempts to learn how to garden. Sometimes Tony suggests they find a group to live with, some commune they can join, but for now Thor likes the peace and quiet, and they get by all right on their own.

In the daylight they go into the city and scavenge for what they can, try to help other people who are just passing through or attempting to rebuild their lives in the rubble. At night, they return to the abandoned house they’ve made their home outside the city, fixing it up and making it habitable again. It’s a lot quieter than their lives used to be, but after everything that’s happened they could use some quiet.

Unfortunately for Tony, Thor seems to like making that quiet impossible.

He’s in their garden working on making space for more rows when Thor returns from his trip into the city, carrying what looks like a dead goat. Thor’s hands and face are bloody, and Tony yelps in alarm and drops his shovel, rushing over to meet him.

Turns out the blood is mostly not Thor’s, and the dead goat isn’t dead or a goat, but it is a badly injured dog. Tony helps Thor find clean water and rags and together they clean off the blood and dirt and bandage the dog’s wounds. Tony doesn’t say a word until they’re finished, the great big Mastiff-looking thing asleep in a pile of old bedding.

Tony sits back and wipes off his hands with a dirty rag, finally looking questioningly at Thor.

“I was on the way back when a mountain lion appeared on the path,” Thor explains with a weary sigh, taking the clean towel Tony hands him so he can clean himself off. “Came right up to me from my blind side. I must have gotten too close to its cubs or something, because it was overly aggressive with me. I tried to scare it off but it kept coming, and then this thing--” He gestures at the dog. “--comes out of nowhere and fends off the lion. I managed to finally get the creature to disengage, but...”

He frowns and stares down at the sleeping dog. “It was a foolish move, but I couldn’t just leave him there.”

Tony goes over and sets a hand on Thor’s arm, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. “I wouldn’t expect anything else. We’ll make sure he’s okay. But for now let me make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” Thor insists, letting Tony draw him into the bathroom anyway. He sits on the closed toilet seat and stays quiet while Tony fusses over him, cleaning his minor injuries and putting a few bandages over them. Once Tony’s satisfied that everything truly is alright, he tips Thor’s face up by the chin and presses a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” he chides.

“Never, beloved,” Thor promises, and draws Tony in for a longer, hungrier kiss.

It takes a few days before the dog is even able to get up enough to walk around their little kitchen. His appetite is improving (and boy does he eat a lot), so Tony takes that as a good sign, and with what limited first aid he knows, he’s pretty sure none of the dog’s injuries have gotten infected.

He’s no miracle worker, however, and he reluctantly tells Thor he doesn’t think the dog’s injured eye can be saved. Thor just nods, hand absently brushing over the edge of his own eyepatch, and Tony reaches out and cards his fingers through Thor’s hair, pressing soft kisses all over Thor’s face to distract him before he can get lost in any bad memories.

They end up naming the dog Beowulf, because they have to call him something other than “the dog”, and Thor already vetoed Tony’s choice of calling him Chewbacca. Tony doesn’t even think about asking Thor if they’re going to keep him. He has no doubt that Thor wants to keep him.

Day by day they nurse Beowulf back to health, teaching him to navigate the world with one less eye now. Sometimes Tony catches Thor sitting with Beowulf outside in the grass, just holding the giant dog in his lap and rubbing his back and telling him everything’s going to be okay. Those nights Tony holds Thor a little tighter in their cramped bed, rubbing his back and telling him too that everything’s going to be okay.

Beowulf doesn’t seem to have an owner, or at least nobody he wants to go back to. He had no collar when Thor found him and even when he’s out in the woods with them he never runs off without coming back soon after. As much as Tony complains about having another mouth to feed, he’s secretly glad that Beowulf really seems to be theirs now. He doesn’t think he could handle Thor’s sadness if Beowulf went away.

So Tony tolerates Beowulf climbing into their already too small bed with them, and putting his paws on the table to beg for food, and running through their garden and tracking mud inside the house, and everything else that big, teddy bear-ish dogs do. Anything that makes Thor happy makes Tony happy too.

“It’s been a year,” Thor says quietly one evening, the two of them sitting shoulder to shoulder on the small front stoop of their house.

“Hm?” Tony replies absently, scratching Beowulf behind the ears while the big dog lazes about at their feet.

“Since we moved in here.”

Tony stops indulging Beowulf and looks up at Thor, caution in his eyes. Thor doesn’t like to talk about what happened, even now. Tony knows the sting of it hurts him more keenly, that he had far more to lose back then than Tony did. Tony tries not to poke at that hurt if he can help it.

“That means we must’ve had Wolf for what, six months now?” he says lightly.

Thor makes a soft noise of agreement with Tony’s calculations, and Tony slips a hand down between them to take hold of Thor’s, entwining their fingers and giving his hand a squeeze.

“Maybe we should celebrate. It’s like a half birthday.”

“We don’t know when Wolf’s birthday is,” Thor points out, but there’s a small smile on his face and Tony considers that a win.

“His birthday’s when you brought him home and made him family. So let’s celebrate.” Still holding Thor’s hand, Tony stands up and tries to tug Thor up with him so they can go inside and find something to celebrate with.

Thor shakes his head but he gets up without protest, smiling warmly at Tony as he pulls him close for a kiss.

“Thank you,” he whispers, lips brushing against Tony’s jaw despite the prickle of his stubble.

Tony just cups Thor’s cheek with his free hand and kisses him again, at least until Beowulf gets up and pushes his way between the two of them, unhappy with being left out. Thor laughs his deep, hearty laugh, and Tony smiles wide at the sound. Day by day, that’s all they have to do. Tony’s certain they can handle that as long as they’re together.