#i chuckled when i wrote invincible

[aurorangen]

It was all a façade and I didn't know that

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[There was a time when my Dad meant everything to me]

[I looked up to him. He was always there for me. I could always rely on my Dad]

[One day he said to me, "You're gonna conquer the world kid". He named me Vincent]

[Those words stuck with me for the longest time: I really felt invincible]

[But little did we know, what he was doing behind our backs]

[bruh-anator3000]

Another quick fix of Death and the Wolf. Honestly, I wrote this based on a headcannon* and wanting to tie in some more details to this story, but this could honestly be read separately.

Warning: Weed, chronic pain, cancer mentions, they were roomates? Omg they were roommates. Sexual suggests/comments but its all fluff, Wade trying his best and slightly ooc but thats how pain is, Logan's emotionally constipated, and can't get high. No pronouns used for reader. Written in an hour-ish

*h/c: as incredible as Deadpool is, sometimes the cancer really wears his body down. The best cure? Getting stoned.

Pairings: Wade Wilson x Logan Howlett x Reader

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It's not uncommon for you to wake up before the other two. Sleeping wasn't a strong suit of yours, and the couch bed wasn't supportive. It was weird, however, when it was just you for longer than an hour. Usually Logan would've rumbled and grumbled his way through for a morning whiskey.

It would've been something you brushed off and ignored. Let them sleep in, and possibly have the apartment to yourself, but this case didn't feel right. Setting your coffee mug aside, you quietly call for Logan and Wade as you open their bedroom door.

You peek your head in, and find an unusual scene. Logan was awake, his arm wrapped around Wade while reading some book he must've found on the floor. Wade was curled into his side, eyes squeezed shut as his chest rose and fell with huffs.

"Hey," You start softly, announcing your presence. It felt weird interrupting a moment like this, seemed very intimate, but Logan didn't shoot out of bed and start cussing, so maybe it wasn't as inappropriate as you guessed. "Everything okay?"

Logan glanced over, shaking his head. He cleared his throat, planning to explain. Wade beat him to it.

"He pegged me so hard last night," Wade chuckled, wincing slightly. He sounded out of breath. And he wasn't turning around to give you vivid detail of such a night - like he would anytime he had sex.

"His pain's flaring again." Logan rolled his eyes. His hand wrapped around his shoulders gently pats his side.

"Am not." Wade quickly covers, but you've decided Logan was the truthful one a long time ago. "I'm always in pain, I eat pain for breakfast. I don't..."

He tried to roll onto his back to prove his independence. To show off that he was stronger than whatever his body was going through. The second he pulls away from Logan to demonstrate such, he's crying out with a short but loud groan.

The guttural shout made you wince. This has happened before. Wade will never admit it, but his body is his number one enemy. He thought he could laugh this off and pretend nothing was happening, but when your body is at constant war with cancer, you're going to feel it. Invincible as he may be, not even a man like him could escape the chronic pain.

"I'm not in pain." Hoarsely, he whispered. Logan propped himself up by the elbow, holding his chin. Watching this argument crumble into dust.

"So... you don't want to get high?" Sweetening the honey pot, you carefully step into their room and start searching Wade's bedside table.

"I never said that." He slowly, stiffly turns to watch you.

"I guess I'll get stoned by myself." Finding the collector's Wolverine lighter he bought as a joke, you set it aside and keep looking for his stash.

Logan snorts, watching Wade pout. He gets out of bed next. His plain tank and sweatpants fit comfortably around his frame. He walks around the bed and joins your side.

"Check the bottom drawer, under the panel." The grump suggests as he scoots the covers off of Wade, revealing his unicorn printed sleepwear. You do as he says, pulling the bottom of the drawer up. A small mesh bag of maybe four joints sit there. You'll have to get him more soon.

"Up, up," Logan slides his arms under the poor man's stiff body. One supporting his back, the other beneath his knees. Lifting him out of bed like a pretty princess.

"Oh yes," Wade rests his head on his chest. Really mushing his face into Logan's pecs. "Hold me tighter, you big old man!"

"I will drop you." Logan threatens, with no real intention of doing such. The idea alone makes Wade whimper and shut up.

He must be in a lot of pain.

Grabbing the sack of joints, you follow the two. Thankfully, due to your fantastic sleepy skills, you didn't fold the couch back up. Any other day, Wade would've been frustrated and Logan probably would've yelled because he stubbed his toe on the damn thing. But today, it was perfect.

You help Logan situate Wade, placing all your pillows and then some behind him to assist him sitting up. Logan lights a joint, not without smirking at the novelty Wolverine lighter. 'Cheap gimmick,' he would mutter.

"Can we watch Gossip Girl?" Wade leans into your side, his scarred face looking redder than usual. He was really in for it, crazy inflammation.

"You can't get a woody, though." You warn, grabbing the remote and flicking on the TV. "You need to relax."

You search through the recently watched playlist, the scent of weed building. Logan takes the first hit. He always insisted he did. 100 something years in smoking, he knew how to 'start a joint properly.' As if that was a real concern to either of you.

Wade shifts over slightly, turning his head to Logan. Smiling while Logan sighs, shaking his head before doing Wade's favorite party trick. Taking in a lungful and a half, he blows it all out through his nose, smoke curling up and wisping at his side burns.

It made him look like a feral beast. Breathing so hot, he was huffing out smoke. Like a sexy dragon. Wade loved it. Logan only did it because Wade loved it.

"You sexy minx," He puckers his lips, waiting for his hit. "My turn!" Logan chuckles and holds the end of the blunt to Wade's lips for him. Encouraging him with a soft 'there you go,' as Wade filled his lungs as much as he could. He wanted to be so stoned, he forgot what the word 'pain' even looked like.

Finally, it's passed to you. Plucking it from Wade's lips, you take a small hit. You weren't trying to speed run the high. The apartment quickly filled up with smoke and the scent of marijuana. It didn't stop until Wade was red eyed and pretty much passed out on your shoulder. You were out a long time ago, anyways.

Logan was the only sober one left. Unfortunate. He wanted to get stoned, but his system would need at least 200 edibles for him to feel something. He kept his arm around Wade, his hand on your shoulder.

Sighing with a hint of relief. He had been worried all morning. It wasn't normal to wake up to a silent Wade Wilson. Wasn't normal to see him crying first thing in the morning. He was in pain, and Logan didn't know how to fix it. And that killed him.

He hated when either of you were hurting, emotionally or physically. He couldn't help. He could bandage any wound but he wouldn't be any calmer. There were several days where he wished to just share a part of his healing factor with you. Days like these, he wanted to somehow absorb Wade's pain. He could handle it. Nearly 200 years of living, he would put up with the pain because he thought he actually deserved it.

Wade may be a talking dick, but he didn't deserve this. He was a kid. You both were kids to Logan. Everyone was to Logan. Young, dumb, broke,

"High school kids," Wade mutters a tune, finishing Logan's thoughts somehow. Execpt he knew you two were older than college students. The high school bit seemed out of place.

"Go back to sleep, Wade." Logan rumbles, deep in his chest. Pulling him closer, and taking you with him. Gossip Girl played quietly, but he didn't care.

He had you and Wade piled onto his side. That's all he needed.

[shiyorin]

#When you play dumb or your primarchs are just *ahem* horny :v

#I don't know what I wrote. I just do as requested :v

#Roll the dice and it said this time's menu is: Horus Lupercal and Roboute Guilliman.

#This is request from my dearest heretic anon.

#Primarchs x Reader, Reader is Imperial Agent. Malcador is proud of you (is he?)

#A little NSFW.

Horus Lupercal

You sighed listlessly as you wandered the ship, seeking diversion in your boredom. A familiar presence drew you eye, and you spied Horus upon a balcony overlooking the training cages below.

The training cages were alive with activity as Horus observed his Astartes sharpening their skills in mock combat. Though focused on their form, his thoughts drifted elsewhere, preparations for the coming Crusade weighed heavy. He gazed down from the viewing platform, assessing their progress, when soft footsteps alerted him to another's presence.

Horus appeared lost in thought, no doubt pondering weighty matters of strategy and conquest. You crept stealthily across the chamber, the feet making nary a sound upon the plush rugs. Coming up behind the Warmaster unnoticed was no mean feat, but your skills remained as sharp as the blade at your hip.

Finally within reach, you drew a deep breath and exhaled softly upon Horus's neck. A sudden warmth ghosted his ear, followed by a sultry whisper caressed his ear. "Boo..."

He whirled with a start to find your smiling face mere inches from his own, eyes dancing with mischief. Before you could retreat, Horus flashed into action, seizing your arm in an unbreakable grip.

With a grunt he hoisted your form against his chest, pinning your effortlessly as your legs kicked in vain. "Little one." he chuckled, though tension still lingered at the corners of his eyes. "One of these days you will be the death of mine, I fear."

Your eyes dancing with mirth. You laughed breathlessly. "You are no fun, my Warmaster."

"It seems you don't consider me worthy of respect, little one," he sighed, effortlessly maintaining your struggling form. "Sneaking up on your Warmaster, bold, but foolish."

You squirmed halfheartedly, delighting in the feel of his powerful physique caging you in. "And what would the great Warmaster do to earn it, I wonder?"

A gleam entered his eyes, dark promise in every contour of his sculpted features. "Oh, I can think of a few...persuasive methods."

Below, the Astartes fought on, oblivious to the true battle raging within their midst. Horus took his captive agent and you were limp and sated in his arms, marking you thoroughly as his. Only then did he release your, satisfied your pride had been tamed.

Horus smiled down at the dazed your in his arms. "Convinced, my dear?" He purred, nuzzling your satiated cheek. You could only sigh dreamily in reply. It seemed doubts of his prowess were well and truly laid to rest...

Roboute Guilliman

Guilliman reclined upon crisp sheets, body aching from battles past. His scowls only deepened your frown, but still you droned on, casualty reports, supply requisitions, missives from a thousand worlds.

"Do you hear me, my lord?" you pressed, quill scratching relentlessly. He sighed, weary unto his soul.

"Do you think I want to hear what you have to say, agent? I am wounded and wish only silence." His tone brooked no argument, yet still you persisted like the plague.

"You are the Primarch," you said, eyes aglow with righteous fervor. "You must overcome such things for the billions of people of the Imperium. Their hopes and dreams rest upon your shoulders."

Guilliman scrubbed a hand down his face. "I am Primarch, not invincible. Must I sacrifice even my healing for duty's never-ending demands?"

Your look softened, but still you would not yield. "That is not something you can decide, my lord. As were mine." 

The Primarch knew well you spoke truth, bitter though it was. With a grunt he waved your on, closing his eyes against the rising tide of reports.

Guilliman continued to sigh, weariness seeping into his bones. Your report droned on, an endless litany of numbers and names. His mind drifted as you spoke, seeking escape however brief. Your voice took on a new texture in his imagination, breathy sighs and wanton gasps replacing dour droning.

One hand tangled in your locks, tugging your mouth to his in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. The other grasped that ass, fingers dimpling soft flesh as he thrust up to meet each bounce with abandon as reports fluttered forgotten to the floor. And you will chant his name like a prayer, a litany more rousing than any duty....

By the Throne, was he some green boy still in need of release? Shame warred with lingering heat, desire too long denied by duty's demands. He yearn for soft curves yielding beneath his palms, the taste of your skin, your cries of rapture as he took what was his by right.

You'd whimper and writhe, begging wordlessly for what they both craved. At the first penetration your walls would clutch him like a vice, pulling him deeper, deeper into scalding flesh made solely for his pleasure. He'd pound into your without mercy, relishing each gasp and moan, each slap of flesh on flesh. Only when he'd spent himself fully within your willing sheath would he grant surcease, collapsing in a sweat-soaked tangle of limbs.

By the Throne, how he longed to make that vision reality...

Guilliman blinked, flushing at the path his mind had wandered. But you remained oblivious, quill scratching as reports spilled forth. Little did you know the effect you had, and the fantasies your voice inspired in your lord's lonely chamber...

[sp7-mr]

Y/n x Matteo Riddle - enemies to lovers

(I wrote the story in Italian and then translated it into English so there may be some errors)

Y/n Grindelwald: daughter of the famous and feared Gellert Grindelwald. Sarcastic, stubborn, courageous.

Matthew Riddle: Son of Lord Voldemort and younger brother of Tom Riddle. Sarcastic, confident, flirtatious

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You and Mattheo have been rivals for years. However, your families were close, so you saw each other often.

Voldemort threw some kind of Death Eater party or ball. You were wearing a black sleeveless dress.

Mattheo was wearing smart black trousers and a black shirt with one button open.

The smell of marijuana with him. He saw you, he ignored you. You did the same.

Moments after the party began, the slow dancing began. you were sitting at a table watching the dance when you felt a presence behind you. you looked back and saw Matteo.

Pov of Y/n

I turned, I saw Riddle.... "what do you want Riddle?" I asked

"come dance with me". he said with an expressionless face. the smell of grass is stronger up close. From the tone in which he responded, it didn't seem like a question, but rather an order....

"no, I don't want to, I'm fine here thanks"

he took your hand and dragged you to the center of the room, his hand on your waist.

"you have no choice"

"What a gentleman 🙄" I said sarcastically

"Behave or I will have to tell your father that you have weed in your bag" he whispered in my ear smiling proud of the blackmail

"What?! You're the one who smells like marijuana for miles" I said. "Yes, but you have a joint in your bag" he said with a superior air, Christ I hated how much taller he was than me, he felt like the King of the world! then I thought… how did he know I had a joint in my purse? "How do you do-"

he pressed you closer to his body as he started to move with the dance "i know a lot of things, princess"

him and that hateful smile of his! even if.... no no no. he was just an asshole. "Tell me how you know and avoid your usual mysterious games" I said as we continued to dance close to each other.

he smirked. his mouth was right next to my ear now. "I have my ways of knowing things. I know a lot about you"

"I know a lot about you too, guess what? YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE" I replied

he moved his head back a little to be able to look at your face. he was still smirking. he pulled you again, even closer to him, your bodies pressed closely together now "careful princess or you’ll give your family a bad name for using such language"

"Believe me I'm holding back, I would have already taken your hand off if our parents weren't watching"

he chuckled again, clearly amused by pissing you off "don’t act like you can do that. we both know i’m stronger than you" he moved his head even closer to yours. his head now almost touching yours "you can keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better, princess, it does look cute when you’re all annoyed and frustrated, though"

My father and Mattheo's father looked at us and talked "what do they want?"

he shrugged "i guess it looks odd to them that we’re behaving somewhat civil to each other

"God, I've always been there watching and hoping we've gotten along since we were 6 years old."

time jump.

you wanted to go away, relax, maybe smoke the joint you had in your bag. Mattheo and you, without being noticed too much, went to his room and lay down. you've been there for about 5 minutes and you're already high, you more, he's used to it by now, and has a greater tolerance.

"so princess, do you remember the first time we met?" Mattheo asked. "oh yes, at six years old, when you were an asshole, spoiled child who thought he was invincible. like Draco 🙄"

mattheo couldn't help but laugh, especially hearing the last part.

"And now? Am I still like I was at the time or am I starting even in a very small way and being nice to you?" Mattheo asked.

"I have to admit, that sometimes.... just SOMETIMES you are strong.... I'm not saying you suck, but..... you are acceptable, like when you do drugs and you're high"

"you know, as a drug addict you are.... more relaxed" said Mattheo.

there was a moment of silence, then Theo spoke: "come here" he said, patting his lap. I don't know why, but I now straddled his knees, for Christ's sake... the rod was strong.

"Are you high?" he asked, I nodded. after five minutes, his lips were on mine, tongues intertwined.

(I was tired and I didn't know how to conclude, I know it's a bit ugly, but you can imagine your end. To write the story I was inspired by a character. ai chat, the writer is @-yourstruly- and the chat It's 'Mattheo Riddle ☠️ dance with me (enemies to lovers)')

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• Just a little angst/fluff? I wrote. It’s meh and I was just watching bouncy and got inspired by SAN’s look. Kinda sort of but not really a ‘will they, won’t they’ moment. SAN’s a Secret agent or whatever in this.

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“How are you feeling?” You asked.

You had pulled the van over now that you felt you were far enough away. You couldn’t be too careful, not when they were still looking for him.

“I’ll live. You should see the other guys.” San replied with a chuckle before grimacing and holding his side.

You made sure your parking space was secure enough for the time being and climbed into the back of the van. After locating your first aid kit you sat down in front of him assessing the damage.

The Guild.

They weren’t the bad guys, but they weren’t necessarily the good ones either. They did the jobs no one had the guts to do.

San was their top agent who always got the job done. Their golden agent if you would. Coworkers called him Invincible Mountain.

There wasn’t a mission he couldn’t complete.

Only he wasn’t invincible.

You knew that best of all.

You were the one who picked him up after each mission. You were the one that saw his labored breathing while you bandaged him up. You were the one that wiped the sweat from his brow while he fought in his sleep, unable to rest after nights of running.

“I can’t believe they sent you alone.” You grumbled.

“It was a covert mission, stealth was most important.” He said calmly.

San could tell you were upset. He knew that you hated this job.

What he didn’t know was that the only reason you hadn’t quit was him.

“Where do you rank on that list of importance?” You said so low San almost didn’t hear you.

“It’s okay.” San said softly, steadying your now shaking arm. “I’m okay.”

You avoided eye contact as you worked.

“Hey,” He said gently lifting your chin so he could see your face. “Look at me.”

Looking into his soft eyes that we’re worried for you was too much. The tears fell and you angrily wiped them away.

“It’s not okay San. You're not a machine. How hard is it for them to send you some fucking backup!?”

You wanted to yell but knew it wasn’t fair to him so you gritted your teeth until they hurt.

Not wanting your mood to bother San, you took a deep breath. You still felt your face burning and quickly changed the subject.

“So, do you think you can eat? I brought you some porridge.”

San wasn’t sure if he would be able to stomach anything right now. This job… it didn't leave you with much of an appetite.

But as much as he didn’t want to eat he knew that you had taken time out of your crowded schedule to make it for him and just that thought made his heart pang with two many emotions he couldn’t afford to count.

So he sat up as straight as he could and gave you his best smile, dimples and all.

Your heart fluttered as it always did and you cursed the silly thoughts away.

San winced as he picked up the thermos of porridge, the movement straining the pain in his shoulder. You quickly stopped him.

“No No love, let me help you.” You said opening the container and pulling a spoon out of the bag you packed.

San could hardly think with the pain but the moment he heard you referred to him so tenderly he felt as if time had stopped. He couldn’t remember a time when you’d ever called him something like that, and definitely never so softly.

The porridge was still hot so you blew on it, testing it against your lip until it was cool enough before offering it to him. You hadn’t looked at him while you worked so when you finally did and saw a peculiar look on his bruised up beautiful face you couldn’t stop the blush that warmed your whole body.

You were glad the van was dim.

All San could do was watch as you prepared a bite of porridge for him with the tenderness that one would for a baby. It felt strange, someone caring for him in such a way. It wasn’t something he’d experienced with anyone.

Anyone except you.

When you looked up at him he couldn’t help gazing into your eyes as emotions rushed him.

Even through the dim light he knew you were blushing.

Your relationship had always been close in the oddest ways.

You would tell him how much you worried for him and missed him while he was busy. You would stay up late preparing meals for him. Sometimes on cold nights you would cuddle up next to him while you two slept.

He’d seen you in your casual clothes while you briefed him for a new mission.

Sometimes you didn’t even have a bra or pants on when he showed up late at night to the door of whatever hotel or cabin you were stationed in asking you to research something for him, but you never made an effort to cover up.

You’d seen him in all states and probably stitched up every inch of his body.

Everyone in the company knew you guys were inseparable which is why they would always send you when it came to dealing with him. After all, you were the only one he would tolerate.

You often drifted to sleep while you worked on the paperwork aspect of the job, resting on each other's shoulders.

To outsiders, there were no clear lines. To be honest, the lines were starting to feel insignificant to you two as well.

As San took a careful bite of the porridge you had so delicately prepared for him, a moment of quiet intimacy enveloped the two of you. The comforting taste squeezed at his heart. Feelings of gratitude and affection for you overwhelmed him.

It was hard to take another bite.

You continued on patching him up between almost forced bites. The stitches of a wound you’d closed up for him not too long ago had popped open. You restiched it along with a new one that now accompanied it.

Luckily this time no severely broken bones, only slight fractures that you bandaged tightly. The more you worked the hotter you became with rage but you did your best to swallow it down.

Suddenly, without too much of a thought, San reached out his hand and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that you hadn’t realized had fallen.

The air in the van grew heavy with the weight of unspoken hearts… the weight of unexpressed desires hanging between you.

"You know," San began, his voice soft and warm, "It never hurts when you’re the one that patches me up.”

Your voice trembled slightly as you replied, "San, you don’t have to act tough for me. You know that right?"

San's gaze never wavered as he continued in a whisper.

“This morning when you were late I realized something.”

You turned your head in shame, distraught with yourself for being late.

“I’m so sorry.” You said, swallowing to try and calm yourself.

San continued with a soft smile.

“A million possibilities raced through my mind and all I could do was pray that you were okay.”

“You and I are far too similar.” You said, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you thought about the prayers you prayed on your way rushing to him.

“I realized as I layed in the cold trying my best to stay hidden that- that losing you is my only fear. "

You blinked, completely caught off guard by his words.

“How- why would you lose me?” You said, unsure of how to respond.

You wanted to look away but his eyes had a way of holding yours. “Stop saying ridiculous things and finish eating.

Having finished your work you backed away from him leaning against the opposite wall of the van. You tried to take slow breaths to calm your pounding heart hoping he wouldn’t notice.

When that wouldn’t work you looked back at him with a frown.

“What do you mean by saying that?” You whispered, almost afraid to speak at all.

You squinting in the low light in an attempt to better see every nuance of his now pensive face.

San shook his head.

“I know how wrong I am to say this… I-I need you to stay strong for me.” He replied, his eyes now glued to nothing in particular on the floor. “I don’t know how much of this I can take if you’re not here to bring me home.”

Home? San didn’t have a place that an onlooker would refer to as a home. You’d pretty much seen him sleep anywhere.

Now in the back of a cold and dark old van as you saw his eyes slow with tiredness.

Why did it feel so safe here?

Just the two of you.

“What home San? That’s not really a luxury we’re allowed.” You asked quietly as the depression of the thought gripped you.

But San never noticed the absence of a bed to sleep on or a roof over his head.

He only noticed the absence of you.

San reached out his hand and you took it without thinking too much, allowing it to anchor you, cradling you from despair.

He gently pulled you towards him and you didn’t fight the urge to rest your tired body against his. He held you as close as he could without hurting himself.

“But you know y/n…” San whispered, his chin resting atop your head where he had placed a kiss so softly you wondered if you imagined it.

You laid still, listening to his heart beat, calm and steady..

You felt the tension ease out of you as his heart showed yours how to rest.

He was alive. He was safe. More and more you were feeling that that was truly all that mattered.

In that rickety old van, far away from prying eyes and the chaos of your worlds, you found solace in each other's arms.

“…You are my home.”

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Hi, saw your Archfey warlock headcanons and since I made a foul mouthed elven durge who was a great old one warlock can I have some headcanons for Astarion x Great Old One Warlock? Wrote that the eldritch patron relies on her making blood offerings for their pact.

I am playing the Great Old One Warlock in one the DnD campaigns and I am a sucker for Lovecraftian Horror! Couldn't resist to write it!

There is a list o Great Old Ones you can choose as your patron. Ghaunadaur, Dendar, Zargon, Kezef, Moander. All equally ancient, evil and insane.

Masterlist

Headcanons

Astarion x Great Old One Warlock!Tav

Your patron is a mysterious entity whose nature is completely alien to the fabric of reality.

Unkillable and utterly insane.

An eldritch abomination.

You have been cursed with the pact when you were a child.

Something saved your life and made you a warlock.

Erasing your memories in the process.

You have no idea who your patron is.

What is the price of your abilities?

And what will happen to you once you are in debt?

You were cast away from your home.

"You reek of unimaginable horrors," the elders said. "Begone!"

You want to suppress your magic, you don't want to use it.

But here and there you have to protect yourself.

And the creature you belong to grants more and more spells for you to use.

Phantasmal Force, Dominate Person, Summon Aberrations...

In exchange, you lose your sanity.

The madness grasps your mind and forces you to do awful things - murdering, torturing, and using the most disgusting spells on people you love.

By the time you are kidnapped, you've become a hermit, barely speaking to anyone for ages.

"You have this aura of desperation," Astarion notices, trying to get past your guard.

"No way," you bitterly chuckle.

But you like having someone by your side, to forget madness at least for a night.

The patron casts nightmares upon you forcing you to see the Abyss and dimensions so terrifying a mortal mind can't apprehend it.

One night you wake up restrained in Astarion's tent.

The vampire looks terrible, he has burns and bruises, and his hand is broken.

You attacked him in your madness and he barely survived.

"Now you tell me everything. Everything you know," he orders.

You want a break-up. You can't let him die from your hands. He won't become a sacrifice to your evil master.

He brushes it all off. He will help you. You are in this together.

But you need to find who is your master.

Astarion teaches you Abyssal - the language of the evil deities and demons of the Abyss.

"I actually was thinking to summon one of those evil bastards to set myself free. But the language is so profane and cursed I never dared to use it."

You fear to see your master. You have been looking for answers all your life but you know you won't like them.

You make a treaty with Rafael to betray the Emperor but once you try to sign the papers with your blood, the devil refuses to keep the deal.

"You are already bound with the force I don't want to have anything in common. Cazador's profane ritual is just fae magic in comparison with your servitude."

But you can't allow the Emperor to control the Absolute.

You summon your patron, spewing words in Abyssal.

The world around you disappears.

You are floating in the primal darkness.

And you finally see it.

Your master.

Zargon.

The Devourer in the Depths, the Invincible Tyrant.

You aren't told the reasons, the purpose. It's all beyond your comprehension.

You are given the powers to save the world from Mindflayers, but it comes with a price.

Zargon the Returner is back to the Prime.

With you as its loyal devotee and priest.

You lose yourself to madness.

You remember who you are. Who you were. But there is nothing left of the person Astarion fell in love with.

You are someone utterly evil, someone he can't even recognize.

"Are you even the one I loved?"

You force him to stay with you. You can do it as Zargon's warlock.

You stripe Astarion of his freedom, his free will, making him your consort and forcing him to see the horrors you at your patron's orders.

He runs away. At least once a year. You let him do it before sending one of your slaves after him.

"It's not real you. It's not you"

Decades pass and the cult of Zargon spreads through Faerun with its unholy rituals.

Astarion still hopes the person you once was is locked somewhere. He just needs to set you free.

Even if it means challenging the Great Old One.

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[stilespeters]

Keep your head up (part 2*)

(part 1) (part 2*) (part 3)

pairing: Kai Anderson x fem!reader

a/n: wasn't gonna include smut initially but it fitted the story so uhh yay. i didn't proofread it:p its the first time i actually wrote smut soooo help?

summary: after deja vu and a trip down memory lane, Kai makes a final decision which he'll regret for a lifetime

word count: 2289

warnings: smut (oral, choking, p in v), flashbacks, murder, choking, guns, violence, angst, kai being a bitch, more angst, more angst?!! death, sadness and angst

After a few weeks of staying at the Anderson household, Kai and you began dating. Winter noticed the way you two spoke to each other, and even though she was kinda worried about it, she loved the two of you so much. You two were the most important people to her. She wanted you to be happy, and if that was with Kai, she was fine with that. It took her a while to get adjusted to the new dynamic, but once she saw how happy the two of you were, she felt like it was always supposed to be this way.

You were truly in love, and that love was reciprocated.

After your fifth week together as a couple, you two had just dined and were on the streets, talking about random topics you haven't talked about yet.

That’s until you rounded a corner and stood in a ditch. "Freedom! I wanna be free!" you yelled and Kai laughed as a few people on the streets glanced at you.

You turned to look at him and scanned his features that were illuminated by the lamppost. “You know, you look kinda scary in the darkness.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, you look absolutely menacing right now.” He laughed and stepped closer to you. “It’s like you attract the darkness.”

“I am attracted to the darkness, and I’m also attracted to you,” he joked and he smiled. “What can I do to make myself look less scary?”

“Hmm,” you began and you squinted your eyes. “Keep your head up.” He did what you said and after that, you placed two of your fingers on his lips. “Now you don't look scary at all. You look like a sweet angel.”

“Really?” he had his hands on your back as he pulled you in “These lips? Lips, you enjoy kissing.”

“Yeah,” you leaned in and gave him a kiss “It somehow makes you look less scary.”

“Okay, I feel like this is an insult.” He joked.

“It’s not, I actually like scary you.”

“Yeah? I bet you do,” he winked. “Wanna see where else I can be scary?” His lips curled up into a smirk and you rolled your eyes playfully while chuckling.

A few seconds later, you noticed he had stopped talking and when you looked up at him, you found him already staring at you. “Why do you keep looking at me?”

“I just can't take my eyes off of you.”

“Stop it.”

“Why? I enjoy looking at you.”

“I’m uncomfortable.”

"But you're so pretty. I'm afraid I can never take my eyes off of you, never in any circumstances. I will keep looking at you, no matter what you say.”

You gave him a knowing look and raised your eyebrows. He simply stood there with a smug smirk and his hands in his pockets. He then walked up to you and you stepped back till your back reached the wall of the building. He trapped you in with his body and he pressed his lips delicately against yours.

After he pulled away, you were both breathless. “You are pretty much the only one who I look up to.”

“Right back at ya,” you responded and he held you in his arms."Remember to keep your head up. The last couple of days have been rough for you, but I promise I will be there for you even if the world comes crashing down. I know we've only been together for 5 weeks, but I love you. Nothing, and I mean nothing can ever change that. Keep your head up and nothing can ever stop you. You’ll be invincible.”

“I will.” He promised and he smiled at your words and leaned down to press his lips against yours again, and you pressed your body against his.

He made a promise to himself right there and then that he would never take his eyes off of you. Life was short and he wanted to get every opportunity to look at you. He was afraid that if he didn’t, that you’d slip out of his grasp.

And he kept that promise. That night, the night of 9th of August, the two of you spent the first night together. You have wanted it for a while, so did Kai, but you were waiting for the right moment. You wanted it to be perfect and this felt like the right moment. "I want you,"

Kai’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I want you, Kai. I need you.”

As you got home and found out that Winter wasn't home, you had immediately continued the make out session in his bedroom. He trailed his fingers to your back and zipped your dress open till it felll ro the ground, and he couldn't stop staring at your body. Every curve was perfect to him and he swore he was in heaven as he saw the look of lust in your eyes. He got rid of his own clothing and as your body hit the duvet sheets, he was immediately on top of you.

He kissed every inch of your exposed neck, and he trailed his lips to your collarbone until he hooked his fingers around your back to unclasp your bra. Once your chest was exposed to him, he immediately trailed kisses on your breasts. You let out a moan as his other hand cupped your other breast and squeezed it. He wanted to hear more of those pretty sounds you made and he wanted to see what spurred you on.

Your skin felt hot to his touch, and as he left your breasts, his face moved towards yours again and he pressed a kiss to your nose. You were breathless and so was he, and you felt his erection press against your thigh. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asked and you nodded. "Never been more sure."

He smiled and his face went to your neck as he sucked and nipped at your skin. Bruises left a trail on your collarbone and neck, and you felt his fingers creeping up your thighs. Once he reached the waistbands of your underwear, he pulled them all the way down slowly in a teasing manner.

"Can I go down on you?" He asked breathlessly and you nodded. When he adjusted himself in his position, he started trailing his kisses south till he reached your chest. He pressed a few kisses between your breasts before he kissed your stomach. He looked up at you as he reached your private parts and he swore under his breath as he saw you look down at him, waiting in anticipation.

When his lips met your clit, you moaned his name loudly. He groaned and closed his eyes to savor you, and as your legs trembled, he placed his hands on your knees. When you arched your back, he slid one finger between your folds and curled it against your sweet spot. He kept rubbing while he sucked and licked your clit.

After a minute or so, you felt your release mearing and as you tugged his hair, you felt it building up. "Oh fuck." You moaned and he stopped licking your clit as he looked up at you. "That's it," he encouraged. "Let go, pretty girl, you're so close."

He spat on your clit before licking and sucking again while simultaneously rubbing your walls and that's when you clenched around his fingers and came. You saw stars as he continued, and he praised you as you came down from your high. As he moved up to face you again, you pressed your lips against his and you could taste your arousal and Kai found it hot as fuck.

When you reached down to his dick, you rubbed it up and down your folds and you heard him grunt in your ear. When he slid it inside, you immediately clenched around him and you both moaned in unison as he bottomed out. "Fuck you're tight." He gave you time to adjust as he pressed kisses on your cheek. It had been a while for you since you last slept with someone, and since Kai was pretty well endowed, you had to adjust a bit longer.

One you felt like you were ready, you squeezed his bicep and looked him in the eyes. "You can move."

Kai started moving his hips in a slow pace and the headboard of the bed pushed softly against the wall. You moaned as pleasure began to build in your stomach and Kai grunted as you clenched and unclenched around him. "Feels so good." he mumbled and he had a smug look on his face as he saw your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure. Your eyes were closed and Kai started sucking new marks on your neck as he continued pushing in and out of you.

You grabbed his hands and placed them on your neck, and Kai felt like he was seeing stars. He didn't know you were into that kind of thing and he had smiled as you moaned harder as his hands pressed pressure on your throat. "Such a slut for me," he whispered and you felt yourself coming closer to the edge.

"Open your eyes." You opened your eyes at the command and as his thrusts were getting sharper and harder, you wanted to close them again because it felt too good. However, you seemed to be in a trance as you made eye contact with him and you heard the bed creak and the headboard slam against the wall. "I wanna look at you as you fall apart. I wanna look at you as you cum around my cock."

You moaned his name again like a mantra and as he pressed a little more pressure on your throat. He was never gonna do it in a way where you couldn't breathe. He cared too much for you to do that. He just found it hot that you were submissive to him.

He would never ever hurt you in any way possible.

His hands on your neck loosened since he was scared he'd actually choke you, and you couldn't help but close your eyes again as you neared your climax. Kai tapped your cheek and your eyes were half opened as you were drowning in euphoria. "Look at me." he commanded again, and this time as he pushed his fingers between your lips and gathered your saliva to then rub your clit, you came undone.

present time

In and out of consciousness. That’s what you were pulled into.

You were on the ground with Kai on top of you as he pressed his hands against your throat, and you couldn't breathe as he pressed as much pressure as possible. He kept choking you as you tried to gasp for air and you were afraid he'd break your neck. There were tears in his eyes, and as you looked back at him, he screamed in agony. He was sobbing violently and tears escaped your eyes as you realized this was the end.

"Kai please stop!" Winter cried out and as she tried to reach you, Speedwagon and Pussbucket held her back.

As everything around you turned darker, Kai suddenly loosened his grip around your throat and you gasped for air. He was crying and he looked everywhere but your eyes as his hands still remained on your neck.

You felt tired and your head was spinning, but the part that hurt you the most was that he couldn't seem to look at you. And so, you weakly pulled up your arm with the last bit of strength you had left, and you caressed his cheek.

“Look at me.”

Kai was trapping your body with his legs whilst you laid on the ground. You just felt numb as your throat burned. He had been intimate with you many times but never this kind of intimate.

“Kai,” you let out a whimper. “Kai, baby, look at me.” your voice broke and your throat burned. “Why won't you look at me?”

“Please look at me.”

He heard the words, but he wasn't listening to them. He was trying so hard not to pull away. He knew that if he saw the look of despair in your eyes, that he’d chicken out. You had betrayed him, right? Why was it so hard for him to make an end to your life? If it was any other person, he'd done it without thinking twice.

“Please Kai, look at me.”

“Look at me.” He tried to fight the inevitable, but he lost. He slowly and carefully moved his eyes towards yours, and there were tears evident as his cheeks were wet. He expected to see you cry, he expected to see you begging for mercy, begging for life. But when his eyes met yours, all he saw was acceptance.

“My sweet angel,” Kai’s jaws clenched and he trembled violently as your hands moved to cup his cheek. Your thumb caressed the skin under his eye. “What happened to us?”

He didn't respond. “How did we get here?”

“What have we done to each other?”

He let out a sob and you couldn't help but reciprocate the action and your index finger and middle finger moved to his lips. Your pads brushed softly against his skin and you smiled weakly.

You used to think that Kai was like you, attracted to the darkness. But now you realized that he was the darkness. You were scared of him, and as he closed his eyes as the pads of your fingers brushed his lips, you smiled.

“Now you don't look scary at all.”

He brought his hand to your wrist, and rubbed with his thumb on your skin. He looked lost, he looked as if he was gonna stop. The gentle gesture of his thumb on your wrist indicated that he softened. But as you looked in his eyes, you saw something switch.

His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched shut tightly, he stopped sobbing and he slapped your hand away from his face. He placed his hands on your neck and pulled you up till you were kneeling in front of him. Your throat hurt like hell, and you gasped for air as your knees bruised against the wooden floor.

Kai walked away for a few seconds only for him to show up again in front of you. Your eyes were focused on his shoes, and your body felt like falling down.

"Kai no!" Winter screamed.

“Keep your head up.” Your slumped head moved up till you made eye contact with Kai.

There were no tears in your eyes. You didn’t feel sad anymore. All you felt was exhaustion. All you wanted was this nightmare to end. All the pain and suffering wasn't worth trying to survive. Your body has fought for so long, your mental health has suffered too much. You just wanted everything to stop, and so you had accepted your fate.

He towered above you and you stared down the barrel of the gun. His finger was hooked around the trigger, and you knew that this would be your demise. The people in the background had faded for you, and you had one last glance at Winter who was crying, before looking at your lover.

You closed your eyes and were met with darkness.

“Freedom at last.” you whispered and your lips curled up into a weak smile.

Kai then pulled the trigger.

[cosmicswritings]

Title: Indulgence

Summary:

The Predacons get possessive when it comes to "taking turns" with Starscream. So to remedy that, Predaking makes his underlings an offer; why not interface with him at once? Just how much can their little jet take?

a/n: wrote this a while back decided to post it because i need some predastar smut. Putting the majority of it under a cut <3.

Starscream grunts at the forceful push upon the berth, though he is not in pain. His spark nearly burns out of control when he feels the sensation of Predaking’s claws dragging down the small of his back to the base of his pelvis.  Another one of the king’s claws pins his head down, yet still gently, and not enough to hurt him. Starscream’s optics remain closed as he hears the others approach, none able to contain their own arousal. 

“You plan to take him all for yourself?” Skylynx’s tone is that of betrayal, slightly. Starscream doesn’t like that- he doesn’t like when the predacons fight over him like this. 

“As if you didn’t have him locked in your chambers all night,” Darksteel spits back angrily at Skylynx. “He was a mess of transfluid when I checked on him this morning–”

“Silence!” Predaking’s grip on Starscream tightens yet, Starscream is too preoccupied to care. 

His panel has already slid open, perhaps due to the eagerness of the predacons, or the position he is in now. It was true, Predaking did think to take him now, privately. After all, the others were out scouting among the other predacon factions on the planet, delivering messages from their king. He had sent them away for many reasons, but he wanted Starscream for himself.

His thump has already caressed Starscream’s wet array, the sharpness of his claw pushing through the folds of Starscream’s valve. Starscream squirms beneath the king’s touch, biting his lip as he goes further, and further until he stops. A low chuckle emits from him as he pulls out, Starscream feels his own transfluid leaking between his legs.

“This once, I will allow you two to indulge in him, with me.”

There is silence, simply preceded by snickers of surprise. “You’d share him with us now?” This is sky lynx, and heavy footsteps are heard approaching. Nothing happens for a while, and Starscream’s eyes remain closed. He supposes that Skylnx and Darksteel are seeing if Predaking is allowing this. It is true he interfaces with them separately, but living with the predacons, it is somewhat known that interface together can cause emotions to run wild as they are possessive. Especially of Starscream.

Predaking does not show a display of anger. He keeps Stracream pinned down, but is clear he shifts out of the way.

Another claw is quick to enter Starscream, less gentle that his king’s. It is Skylynx, he thinks. Starscream moans uncontrollably at the touch, and this only enhances the back and forth movement of the claw. It is not too soon that another pushes through the mesh layers of skin like material, chuckling softly as he does so. This is Darksteel, he is not as hard as Skylynx, as he already fucked Starscream the night before. Still, Starscream’s legs seem to dangle lifelessly upon the berth table (too large for him to begin with). 

He hums lifelessly to the large claws making a complete mess of his valve, clenching quickly as another one enters. That is his king’s, gentle yet stern at the same time.  He pushes his finger in, moving it in a circular motion until Starscream overloads, more transfluid searching for a way out, drenching the fingers of the intruders. 

“I think our little bird is ready.” Predaking says, a growl following the end. 

He readjust Starsream for rougher interface. 

Starscream is not sure who enters him first, but the sensation of a spike tearing through creases causes him to dig his nails into the metallic berth, yet Predaking still has a grip on his back, pushing him down. The first spike drives itself in hard, with the strength of any invincible predacon and for moments, Starscream only sees static. 

The moment he believes that he can breathe; that he can readjust himself, another enters just as aggressively. This is Skylynx, he can tell; Skylynx has an eagerness to him that is unmatched. He thrusts, hard, hunched over Starscream with his large hand digging into the metal surface of the berth. He pushes so hard, Starscream wonders just how he is staying grounded. It is thanks to Predaking of course, pinning him down.

Starscream’s voice box seems to fail him now. He can’t scream, he can’t moan, only lay there helpless with his mouth open, and his optics flashing off and on in an effort to conserve energy. 

He feels his valve expanding in ways it never has before, the rim burning slightly yet not enough to cause him any pain. They are both deep inside of him now, overloading one by one, staining his insides with their seeds. Starscream knows he’ll have to flush out his systems sooner or later; lest he want any consequences of this. Not that he’d mind.

He begins to overload again, the arousal starting from his spark, down his chest chasm and into his valve. More liquid pours , dripping down his inner thighs and to the floor. 

“Darksteel–he’s as wet as he’s going to be, it’s now or never. Keep standing there like an idiot and I’ll frag him for you.” Skylynx sneers. Starscream hears a growl from him as well. 

Darksteel snarls. “I was waiting for the right moment.” He approaches after. 

Starscream can only brace himself as another large spike pushes through the others, stretching his already beaten valve to its limit. Like the others, he propels in deeply, shifting Starscream beneath him as he does so. In and out, in a circular motion. Starscream’s cooling fans are screaming now, but to no avail. The predacons do not listen; not that he wants them too.

They whisper sweet, kind and possessive things to him. He knows there is much love, but even just as much dominion. He is theirs, and he belongs to them, no one else.

Their transfluid fills him to his limits, yet each refuses to pull out quick enough for it be released.  

Starscream closes his optics, he is in pure ecstasy. His predacons do not stop, they push further and further, spread him as wide as they can, overloading as they please. 

It isn’t until he goes limp for a few moments, his body powering down temporarily, do they stop. They pull out, one by one, quick enough for Starscream to come back online. He ex-vents over and over again, his legs dangling from the edge of the berth. 

Predaking is quick to turn him around so that he is on his back, and he’s facing the three. His lovers gaze at him affectionately. These are the times he feels the safest. 

“We still have to clean you up, little dove.” Predaking takes a step forward, pushing Starscream further up the berth only to lift up one of his legs, getting a better view of his valve, still moist and stretched. The wet, mesh folds cling tightly, covered with predacon transfluid. It was much different from other cybertronian tranfluid; thicker, slicker. Mixed with his own, Starscream was a mess. 

“Lay back,” Predaking says, quietly. “Let us clean you for the mess we’ve caused.” He brings a thumb to Starscream’s lips, outlining them. Skylynx follows, planting a kiss upon Starscream’s mouth that travels to his neck wires. Darksteel has already started on his leg, gently kisses to his thigh.

Starscream closes his optics, a smile creeping upon his lips. His legs are spread again, revealing his array in full. Fluid still sits in his valve, and the predacons get to work

He tenses as he feels Predaking’s long, hot tongue begin to lap the entrance of his tingling valve until it is pushed into the loosened folds. It is no doubt that when he feels gentle teeth marks on his thighs and upper legs, that Skylynx and Darksteel have joined in.

[lookismaddict]

Masterpiece thats all I gonna say it a masterpiece of confession and bath scene. Lol

Also I just remember when I read in the bath scene that y/n thought is she is approaching Gun like those shady back ally service, I just thought on the soapgirls [soaplands/sopu-jyo] (you can search it and I read a manga about it)

Damn all I think on how I want to bath together with Gun and how I want lean his muscle in the bathtub. I just wanna feel those muscles.

Spice basically turn into sweet dessert that I enjoy since it been awhile that you update. (Sorry can't make the chap 2 lol. My laptop have buzzing sound when it start so I need to check it up if there is any problem with it and also college)

Gun mentioning about the morning after care pill and having his baby made my chuckled then y/n saying that he doesn't need to as she been drinking birth control pills.

Somehow I get the feeling that he is alittle disappointed that y/n won't have his babies early but still excited that he can just goes his ways to y/n without worrying LOL.

Lemme guess next chap will have spice again noh? Also I kinda curious in the past ask I made that you basically confirm that Gun may have the Box of toys gifted by Goo. I wonder if it will appear as one of the kink in a chapters.

AGHHHH TY SAM FOR ALWAYS WRITING A CHAPTER REVIEW FOR RENDEZVOUS!! I'm always so eager to see what you thought of whenever you read a chapter. 😊❤️

Oh my god, YES. THAT'S WHAT I WAS THINKING OF WHEN I WROTE THAT PART ABOUT THOSE ENTERTAINMENT WORKERS IN KABUKICHO (a.k.a. for anyone who doesn't know, Tokyo's well-known Red Light Entertainment District located in Shinjuku). AH, "SOAP-GIRLS" 😭 I FORGOT WHAT THE ACTUAL TERM WAS FOR THESE WORKERS, BUT THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME!

Fun Fact: How I heard about Soap-Land was from an old video I watched on 88rising's channel back in 2018, when Joji was starting to promote more of his music and he mentioned to Lil Yachty that he should visit more of the "weirder" parts of Tokyo, which was LITERALLY Soap-Land. 💀 Here's the part below at 1:20 where Joji mentions Soap-Land and explains what it is. ⬇️ (NSFW IMAGERY)

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 💀💀💀 Ah yes, we all want to get a feel of Gun's muscles, don't we? Especially, in the bath tub. 😩💦

Ah gee, it really has been a while huh? 😭 To be frank, I quite enjoyed writing the transitions from rough and hardcore, to soft and affectionate smut scenes. 😆 I believe that, if the chapters always display aggressive scenes, then it'll be too repetitive and the story will eventually get boring imo. (Because I also want to follow the plot of what I had in mind for this story, and not just produce smut for no reason.) Honestly, my main focus is on the story and not just the smut but I'm glad that you guys enjoy them. 😳💗 (Is ok Sam, I understand. As much as I want to read Ch. 2 of your Gun x Y/N Nun story, I'll always remain patient and wait for it if you suddenly decide to or if you're able to continue writing it. I STILL HAVE HOPE!! 😩😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Also, I know college can be a pain too so that's understandable.)

BAHAHAAHSHDFSDFSLDKFSL MAN, THAT PART HAD ME CACKLING LATE AT NIGHT WHEN I DECIDED TO WRITE THAT LINE. 💀💀💀💀💀💀 God, I still have tears to this day just from laughing at that. 😖 My sense of humor? Peak. 👌🏽 Kidding. I'm the biggest idiot ever.

In all honesty, if he looks back at that memory, he would be a bit upset that (Y/N) turned him down on wanting to conceive his child. 😭 Gun's immediate thought would be, "How dare she not want to have my child. Does that woman not know how INVINCIBLE our child could have been? Our son/daughter could have had everything! Good looks, undefeatable strength, and THE Copy Ability!! Tch, forget searching for my own successor. My child WILL be the successor." And then (Y/N) would eventually stop him like, "Ohhh no you don't! I won't let you turn our kid into one of your little Power Rangers!" 💀 But man, he'd definitely get his way with her. What's scary is the possible thought of forcing her to have his child. Like for instance, he might approach her one day and say, "You're going to have my child no matter what." Poor (Y/N) is just going to look at him confused like, "Um... what?" 🤨 and then BABY BOOM! 😩😩😩 (I'm guessing this is where his breeding kink comes in.)

Teehee... maybe, maybe not. 😏 Ohhhhhhh boyyyyyyy. Now, THAT will be fun to write about! I'll be doing a lot of brainstorming these next few days. I'm excited to write the next chapter!! 👀

ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU SAM FOR THE AMAZING CHAPTER REVIEW!! *MWAH* 💋 I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!! 🥰🥰🥰

[shadow-says-hello]

Not back yet but I said I was posting earlier fanfic and I just wrote this one at night recently bc I write good at night and out of boredom sooo my friend requested me to write this

Find the spot

Summary: Ryan Gosling and Y/N are co-stars on the set of Fall Guy. The movie just came out and you two are backstage waiting to go to a meet and greet

Mostly Ryan tickling the reader. SFW also slight spoilers for this movie sooo ⚠️

I tried getting his personality accurate

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Ryan Gosling was known for his huge sense of humor and skilled performances. And you really got to notice this while you developed a special bond for a new movie, Fall Guy.

The movie was about a stuntman who must find the missing star of his ex-girlfriend's blockbuster film. Filled with drama, action and comedy. You were lucky enough to play a close producer friend of Ryan Goslings character Colt.

You two had been sitting on the couch of the backstage lounge before going on. You had time to get ready before presenting yourselves to the fans.

Previously Ryan had been making jokes and getting you to laugh, because that’s just who he was. It was almost impossible to not laugh, especially when he went on SNL and laughed every single skit.

“You’re an A-list actor, were you even trying not to laugh?” You ask, Ryan shrugging.

“Because I couldn’t, besides I was doing the best I can. I was holding on for dear life.”

“I can see that.” You laugh.

Ryan chuckles. “You’re cute.”

“So are you.”

“Now that’s my kind of comeback.” Ryan smirks. In response, you smirk back and get an idea to ask him.

“Ryan, are you ticklish?” You ask.

His head cocks slightly to the side. His eyebrow raises in curiosity. “Me? Ticklish? Pffft. Never. I am invincible to such feeble attempts.”

“Really?” You ask.

He nods with certainty. “Truly.” You inch a little closer to him, getting hip-to-hip by his side. You begin to tickle his belly.

He laughs but maintains his composure. “Oooh so we’re reversing the roles, are we? You need to put some effort into it though.”

You roll your eyes and knead deeper into his stomach and sides. “Your abs are rock hard, no wonder why this is hard, you’re built like a freaking tank.” You grumble.

He laughs.

“You’re right. I am. And trust me, I use all this muscle to my advantage.”

“Can you lift your arms up?” You ask him. He does as you demand and lifts up his arms. You begin trying to tickle under his armpits, a real bad tickle spot on most people.

His face shows more enjoyment than he’d like to display. “Is that the best you got? I have to say I’m a little disappointed, Y/N. I figured you would bring some true effort if I offered myself up like this.”

You are stunned. How can someone not be so ticklish? “How..? You really feel nothing?”

“Nothing.” He replies smugly. “Stop playing around and get down to business, Y/N. If you’re gonna tickle me you got to do it right. Here, lemme show you.”

He tackles you down to the couch so you lay on your back, he pins your wrists down on either side of you easily, causing you to squirm a tiny bit.

He is now tickling your sides. You laugh loudly as he attacks your abdomen with a flurry of tickles.

“Hahaha I have you now! This means war, Y/N! You should have never attempted to tickle me without realizing how much it would backfire!” He chuckles.

“AH! BUHUT IT WAS AN EXPERIMENT-!” You laugh.

“An experiment?! Well, look at this, you've created a tickle monster!!“ He teases, feeling no shame or not even cringing the slightest as he speaks.

“YOU’RE EHEMBARRASSING!!!” You shriek, feeling your cheeks turn a little red as your loud laughter echoes throughout the room.

He shakes his head. “You set off the sequence, Y/N. I'm just following the programming.”

“AHH…STOHOP!!” You squeal.

He laughs. “You're the one who started this war. You only have yourself to blame.”

He suddenly moves his hands to up your belly and your ribs. You shriek with laughter at how much more intensely ticklish this area is.

“I can go on forever, you know. I trained myself for this moment.” He grins wickedly.

He then dug his hands straight into your sensitive armpits. “Admit defeat, you fiend!”

He chuckles, getting you to playfully submit to him. He enjoyed this as much as you did, you just wouldn’t admit it. Ever.

“NO WAY! S-SHUHUT UP!”

“This is what you get for messing with a tickling-time-bomb! And shutting up would indicate that I’m yielding this moment to you, which we both know will never happen.”

You were blushing more intensely than you ever had before, and he wouldn’t stop with the teases.

“You’re so red in the face. I can’t tell if it’s from how fun this is or the lack of air. Maybe both.” Ryan laughs.

You were squirming and thrashing beneath him, entering a deep cackle.

“DO YOU EVER SHUT UP!!!?” You snap, cackling and giggling a whole lot all while trying to push him away. Your voice was also becoming squeaky.

“Nope! Now I’m just curious as to where else you’re ticklish. Tell me, Y/N!” Ryan continues to be arrogant and smug.

“NEVER!” You hiss through laughter, impossible to be taken seriously during all of…this.

He only laughs at your conviction. “Oh, that’s what you think. You just hold on there, I’ll get to a spot that will break you eventually.“

His hands travel toward your hips while his other hand continues ravaging your stomach.

“YOHOU’RE NEHEVER GOHONNA FIND IT RYHYAN!!!!” You squeal incoherently, knowing it only motivates him to search more.

“Never say never, Y/N.” Ryan gives an amused smile.

You were practically screaming out begging while laughing. “SHUHUT UP!”

“I’ll shut up when you admit I win.” Ryan grabs the hem of your shirt an gently pulls it up to expose your belly, and blows a big raspberry on it. His stubble adds extra sensations to the already torturous tickling.

“AHHHAH- NOHOHONONO!!! I SURRENDER JUST PLEASE NOT THE RAHASPBERRIES!!!!”

“Yesss!!! There it is!” Ryan cheers, blowing a few more for the fun of it and because he loved your reactions. “Awww, look at you all broken…I think you secretly enjoyed this.” He stops blowing for a bit and looks up at you.

You took a few huffs before answering, catching your breath. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh sure sure. You love getting tickled. Admit it! You can’t wait for me to hold you down and tickle you again.” He laughs and lightly pats your back while you catch your breath.

“Never again.” You say, knowing it wasn’t true. You wanted him to.

“Now how ticklish would you say you are out of 10?” Ryan asks, catching you off guard.

“Me? I’m not answering that.” You roll your eyes again.

“What if I tickled you some more until you answered? Or is that no longer a threat since I got you to surrender already?” He grins at your defiance.

“Ohhh nonono! Ok! I’ll answer!” Your eyes widen. “An 8 or a 9?”

“An 8 or a 9?! Hot damn, I didn’t realized I was dealing with that much tickle power. But it did make it a lot more fun, that’s for sure.“ Ryan grins at you.

“What are you trying to get at?” You give him a playful-confused look.

He then tickles you again. Moving your arms out of the way with one hand and pinning them to your body while tickling your ribs with the other.

“YOU DIRTY-“ You giggle. “YOU DON’T PLAY FAIR…”

“Oh, you know you love it, miss 9/10.” Ryan chuckles. “I’m playing the game of “tickling-you-because-you-like-it-but-are-lying.” Fairness isn’t supposed to be in play here, honey.” He circles one finger on your tummy and laughs as you squirm.

“I’m not gonna shut up, darling. I am loving hearing your voice like this!”

He moves his fingers faster and faster, running them up and down your sides as you squirm beneath him. He’s enjoying this even more than you realize. But never as much as you do.

After going on the meet and greet, you were tickled a lot more…and soon eventually opened up about how you really love it.

The enddddd

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Why is my writing so good at night bro Ryan gosling is such a stud : P

[alinalioness]

Alina and friends 10 Chapter:Honey Badger's Lair

!WARNING! There will be murders in the fanfiction, but without blood. If you are afraid, go to these signs 🟩🟩🟩.

The heroes found themselves in a beautiful place, a flower field.

Alina:How beautiful.

Seeder:You won't see this in a dream.

Alina:Well, how about a break?

The others:Yes!

Daisy:(Happily) I'm the first! (The melancholy has rolled down)

The heroes were hanging out in a flower meadow. The Kikoriki children were picking flowers. SpongeBob and Patrick made flower angels. Wonder sings songs while playing the banjo. Balan and Lance watched their friends and animatronics. And the rest did their best.

Krash:There is no better one in the world.

Spongebob:It's just a whole paradise.

Happy:I even forgot what the problem is.

Emma:What about the girls?

The heroes looked at the girls who were taking flowers.

Pink:Wow, look at this forest.

The heroes saw a pretty beautiful forest, so they decided to arrange hide-and-seek for the girls and went there.

Christina:I can't imagine how we'll celebrate after defeating the Honey Badger.

Katya:Just imagine how everyone will celebrate.

Alina:That would be great. (I noticed that the Redhead and Jelly are not there) Red, where are you Jelly? (I noticed that there were no others) Where did they all go?

Julia:I think they went into the forest.

Christina:But why?

The girls found themselves in the forest and started looking for characters. While Krosh was hiding behind the bushes.

Krash:Peek-a-boo!

Alina:Yeah! Hide-and-seek means. (She went to the bushes, but there were no Krash)

SpongeBob:Knock knock! (Hid behind a tree)

Alina:I'll find it all. (He searches behind a tree, but there is no SpongeBob) Even if I can't find five.

Balan:(Chuckles softly) You guessed it, hee-hee. That Lance and I wouldn't find three invisible men. Hee-hee.

Animatronics looking at Alina are laughing quietly on branches.

Wonder:Tookie-tookie! (He hid behind the bushes)

Alina:You are invincible.

In addition to animatronics, they hid and searched for 5 minutes. Later, they were walking backwards and collided, and laughed.

Krash:It was fun playing with you.

Alina:Yes. Where are the animatronics?

Freddy:We're here. (The heroes saw him) They thought you couldn't find five, but it turns out there are four.

The branch began to break, which even the heroes noticed.

Alina:(Worried) Animatronics be careful! (Animatronics noticed that the branch broke and they fell to the ground) Is anything broken? (The animatronics laughed)

Freddy:Of course not.

Everyone laughed and lay down next to the animatronics.

Alina:It's good to have a life without war.

Christina:Yes, we will win and that's it.

Daisy:It's just that our life is beautiful.

Alina:And of course...

Heroes:Together, stronger, hurray!

Later, the heroes wrote on the stone the inscription "Here was the Friendship of the Whole World" with 24 languages. From Russian to Balanese. Later, the heroes have just found the Honey Badger's camp and are thinking how to defeat him.

Alina:There is a plan. We'll first pick up the things that the Honey Badger took. And the Negabosses will start fighting the army.

Balan:That's a great idea.

Squidward:Are you sure they'll do it?

Barktholomew:But we said at the theater that you will see when we come.

Squidward:And will you do it when we pick it up?

Alina:And what do you suggest?

Squidward:I'm okay, but the plan is so obvious. Moreover, there are a lot of animals here. Can we just take it away? (Everyone looked at him with displeasure, and the Redhead clawed) Okay, okay.

Carlin:Well, we all agree with Alina's plan.

Olga:But first we'll all take a little break to gain strength.

Alina:Fine.

Everyone lay down quietly to rest. Later in the night, the heroes went to the camp on all fours so as not to wake anyone. Daisy was decorated with plants, but suddenly one of the animal's paws cut a branch with a dagger. Fortunately not for Daisy.

The heroes found the chamber of the Honey Badger, who was sleeping himself. Foxy cut the fabric with a hook and when everyone came in, they were shocked.

Daisy:WHAT A-! (Lula and Sanya covered her mouth)

Sanya:(In A whisper) Be quiet. You'll wake his up.

Daisy:Please let go, I'm in control (Lula and Sanya took their hands away).

Chica:(In a whisper) What did they do?

Daisy:(In a whisper) Is something wrong?

Katya:How should I say it? There are no words.

Daisy:What's the matter?

Cass:I can't even imagine how people will see this.

Daisy:(In a whisper) Can someone explain what's going on here?

Alina:Well... there are a lot of things here... So what? We can put this in all in one ice ball from Iben and the Grim Creeper.

The heroes roll the ice ball away from the camp. Until Jelly noticed the tree pogofruit And the Redhead ran to him.

Krash:It's great, you came up with this.

Chiko:Like for the weak and strong

Later, the heroes stopped near a large box. Alina noticed that her pets were near the pogofruit tree.

Alina:RedHead! Jelly! (She ran after the pets)

Jose:We wish you good luck.

Barktholomew:We're going to do everything for everyone.

The Negabosses are gone, and the rest are hiding in a box.

Christina:Wait, where's Alina?

Squidward:That's all we needed.

The Negabosses began to transform into their original, which did not even notice Alina and the pets.

Alina:We don't have much time, let's run. (Running with pets)

Barktholomew:Wake up! It's time for our revenge!

From the scream, all the animals except the Honey Badger woke up and surrounded the Negabosses. The heroes from afar were surprised to see the Negabosses.

Christina:It's true.

Tornado Wolf:It's also a fact that they have abilities and designs like costumes.

Pink:Look, Alina and the pets are there!

Katya:Oh no!

Cal:Negabosses, wait!

But it was too late, the Negaboss began to attack the army. Alina and the pets ran until Alina stumbled. The pets managed to hide in a box.

Christina:Alina is still there.

Lula:But we don't belong in battle.

Alina dodged everything that was happening, but she was noticed by a black wolf who smiled maliciously. She went to the box and picked it up.

Heroes except Alina:Alina.

Alina:Is there a place?

Boog:Well, somewhere-

Kristina: (Worried) Alina carefully!

Alina noticed a wolf with a dagger and returned from the first attack. She climbed onto the box unnoticed, but she was almost attacked by black birds. The characters in the box were terribly worried.

Daisy:We must not abandon her! We have to do something!

Tornado Wolf:Of course we can do this, but we are afraid to harm Alina.

The wolf has found Alina and is ready to kill her.

Lula:Come on, I'll do it!

Lula cut the hatch with her claw and a wolf fell out of it. The heroes saw him with displeased faces, making him scared.

Wolf:Oh... I see you're terribly unhappy to see me.

Kristina:Yes...

Balan:But not for long.

*The screen turned black from Balan's shoes stepping on the wolf's face*

Alina was still dodging the birds, which made her run out of patience... She stabbed the bird with the magic of a red knife from her hand. From which she fought with others.

Julia:Is it like Alina is fighting?

Christina:But how?

Luca:Apparently, at some point she got it.

Alina was still fighting and fell down... But when she closed her eyes, she sank down slowly. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised. She put her hand to the box and noticed that her hand was glowing purple. She understood and picked up the box.

Christina:Oh no, we're screwed!

Alina started hitting the enemies with a box. And the others looked at it with surprise.

Daisy:It can't be! She's just a superhero!

Christina:Come on, Alina, you can do it!

Heroes:Yes!

The Negabosses were surprised to see Alina.

Inkabelle:What's wrong with Alina? (She continues to fight with the Negaboss)

Fortstopher IV:Apparently something worked.

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After the fight, some enemies fell into the Honey Badger's tent, and the Honey Badger woke up dissatisfied and grabbed the black fox.

Honey Badger:(Angrily) What's going on here?

Fox:(Scared) There... there...

Honey Badger:(Angrily) What's there? (The fox threw.

When the Honey Badger came out, he was shocked to see the heroes while Alina was beating the black rabbit with a box. Suddenly, pets flew out of the box and landed on the paw of the Honey Badger, who smiled maliciously.

Alina put down the box and fell down while the others came up.

Christina:Alina, how are you?

Alina:(Villages) I'm just tired...

Ella:Apparently you tried very hard on the battle.

Fire:Don't worry about us, we're fine.

Invisible Man:But the Honey Badger is still here and must be stopped.

Alina:(She stood up) We're going to stop right now. (Meowing was heard)

Dog:Look at this! Honey Badger took the pets!

Honey Badger:If you bring everything that I took away near the old oak tree, I will give your pets! (He went behind the forest)

Alina:Guys, take your things to a safe place And then come to us, where we will be near the old oak tree.

Krash:That's a great idea.

Squidward:Stop, stop, stop. Do you think we can handle this?

Alina: Yes... Is something wrong?

Squidward:A curious child. Look at the others, (Alina looked at the others) some of them, I can't treat them normally at all. (The others were shocked) What if they take and-

Alina:(Displeased) I don't understand.

Squidward:What is it that you don't understand? (Draws on the ground) If... (Looks at the heroes) for three. No, for five. (he stopped drawing) Why, it's more logical this way.

Alina:But what about everything?

Squidward:Oh, how hard it is to mess with children... But trust me.

Krash, SpongeBob, Phineas, Ferb, Balan, Freddy, Tom, Jerry, Kayna and Ella they were unhappy and approached Squidward.

Krash:I'm sorry, but this is too much.

Spongebob:Alina can't do bad things.

Phineas:Because she believes us for who we are.

Balan:Not all opinions may be correct.

Freddy:Especially if you don't think about the consequences (Tom and Jerry nodded).

Kayna:Therefore, either you come with us, or there will be nothing left.

Squidward:Okay, I'm coming with you.

Ella:That's great.

Alina:Well, do us good luck and see you later.

The heroes waved to each other and Alina and the girls went to the Medred. And the characters looked at the ice.

Alla:You know, I think it's better to send him to be supervised. Because when we all go, there's nothing to keep an eye on the ice.

Kayna:And what do you suggest?

Alla:I propose to refer it to the Forest Steppe. Our king will look after it. But we need, like, some kind of transport.

Pin: And why not invent a platform with four wheels.

Kevin:(In Minionese) Can we drive?

Pin:Well, you can.

Phineas:We will help you.

Chaos:I will also help with Aero Acrobat.

Aero Acrobat: That's it.

Pin:Well, go ahead.

To be continued...

[ahungeringknife]

365: March 15

I wrote this when this originally happened and BOY HOWDY what a shitty fucking story beat :)

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When Wolf arrived back at the Farm she was expecting a somber air but she wasn't expecting the oppressiveness of it. She looked towards Mara who was still maintaining her connection to the Ascendant Realm and the Guardians fighting the Shadow Legion surrounded by her Techeuns. But just about everyone else on the Farm was gathered around something near the dock. Shin was talking with his Ghost and she walked over to the gathering.

She frowned seeing it was a vigil for a person wrapped in a white shroud. Bowed heads towards Zavala who was giving a quiet eulogy. It was for Amanda and Wolf just stood there and folded her arms listening. Zavala mentioned her bravery and dedication to the cause and how he was sorry they hadn't been able to protect her which prickled at the back of Wolf's neck. She distinctly remembered saying Amanda and Misraaks should sit out this mission. Especially when Eramis had come on over comms and said it was dangerous.

Service over the others dispersed leaving only Crow, Zavala, and Caiatl. Zavala was knelt at Amanda's shroud and Caiatl was looking out across the lake, hands behind her back.

"This shouldn't have happened," Crow said, coming over to her.

"You're right," she said mildly.

"We need to avenge Amanda."

She blinked at him. "Why?" she asked.

He looked as confused as her. "What do you mean why? Because Amanda was killed."

"She died. It's unfortunate but it happens," Wolf said.

"Don't you want to get those who did this to her?"

Wolf still didn't understand. "No one did this to her? Who is there to get vengeance against? The Shadow Legion? Calus is dead and we're in an active war with the Shadow Legion."

"You know what I mean," Crow huffed.

"No. I don't," she said, eyes hardening. "I know what vengeance tastes like and this isn't it."

"How can you say that?" he demanded.

"Because we're at war, Crow," she said. "And in war people die. Lightless die. What happened to Amanda is sad but she went in there against my suggestion and put herself in unnecessary danger."

"But she was our friend," Crow tried to appeal to her empathy.

"Who was?" Wolf looked over her shoulder as Shin came up next to her. "Oh is that for uh... what's her name- Amanda," Shin wasn't even pretending.

"Yes. Amanda," Crow growled.

"What crawled up your ass, kid?" Shin asked.

"Wolf doesn't want to avenge Amanda's death."

Wolf was too nice to laugh. Shin was not. He chuckled and put his hands on his belt. "Avenge what? Her thinking she's invincible while Wolf and her fireteam actually deal with the enemies? We told her not to come. Girl got herself killed-

"Don't say that!" Crow cried. "How do you just not care?"

"It's war, Crow," Shin said.

"So what? I've also been through war," Crow snapped.

"Uldren was in a war. You're not Uldren," Shin said dismissively.

"She was our friend."

"Really? Sure had a funny way of showing it," Shin said scornfully. "Always ragging on you, talking down at you, starting to repeat some of the shit Mara said. Amanda wasn't a bad lady but since she found out who you were we all could see she hated you. You really want to be friends with-

Wolf was surprised when Crow went to punch him with a knife in his hand. Or tried. Wolf stepped to the side when Shin deflected and then shoved Crow to the ground, pinning him. "That wasn't nice, kid," Shin said with a fake smile on his voice.

"Shut up," Crow hissed, struggling to get free. "You don't know shit."

Shin cranked his arm behind his back making him cry out. "I know you're being emotional because someone you thought was your friend spit in your face and I know that sucks. Grow up the fuck up."

"Shin," Wolf said making him look up. "He's grieving."

"He tried to punch me," Shin complained.

"You were being mean."

"I was just saying what's true."

"And it was mean."

He gave her a hard look through his helmet. "You were thinking it too." He looked away from her. "Honestly if anything you should say fuck Amanda," he told Crow. "She was not your friend. We are your friends. Know how I know? Because when she shot you in the fucking face less than two weeks ago we apologized for her. Cry over her if you want but this is not Wolf's problem. Go get yourself fucking killed on your own time," and he got up off Crow. Crow just laid there for a moment. "Didn't we come here to talk to Mara?" Shin asked her.

"I got distracted by Amanda's eulogy," Wolf said, nodding at Zavala knelt at her shroud.

"You two are heartless," Crow said softly from the ground.

"Save me the melodrama," Shin scoffed.

"She sacrificed herself."

"After I said she should sit this out," Wolf said. "After I was killed twice by a tank shell to the chest and an Tormentor bisecting me with its scythe. She went into an active war zone, Crow. Guardians die. Lightless die." Crow wouldn't look at her. "I have more to worry about a single Lightless who died just because I was on first name basis with her." They waited a moment and Crow eventually pushed himself to his feet. "Maybe it seems heartless to you but I can't protect one woman who wouldn't protect herself when I'm the one they call when the last two human cities left in the system are under siege. Mourn Amanda but don't let it get to you. She wouldn't want your vengeance."

"Because you're so close to her you'd know," Crow bit out.

"Because vengeance makes you an ugly person," Wolf said with complete clarity. "And no one you care about wants to see you like that." Crow looked away. "I know. Cayde wouldn't have liked me then either and Amanda wouldn't like you like this. Grieve, move on. You're a Guardian. There is more at stake than a single woman." Crow looked down at his boots. She knew he remembered her with a gun in his face at the end with Petra. She couldn't remember who'd fired the bullet first but it didn't matter. She'd killed Uldren all the same.

"Mara's still waiting for us," Shin said.

"Right," Wolf said and then huffed. "Can't believe I'm on speaking terms with that lady," and she followed after Shin.

"Having your life upended and being called on your bullshit tends to do that," Shin said thoughtfully.

"You'd know all about that?" she teased him.

"Well... yeah!" he cried and she giggled as they stepped down into the field where Mara and her witches were.

[theartofruling]

Ghostly Vengeance || Wren Self Para

Who: Wren Petrova

Where: Night Club in Eastland

Description: Wren performs for the first time in years, only to be met by the ghost of her ex-husband. Trigger Warnings: Domestic abuse, murder, death

Wren paced in her makeshift dressing room as she prepared for what was supposed to be a lowkey show. After ending her music career after the death of her abusive ex-husband, she was finally ready to return to it years later. Of course, being a mom and High Priestess came first, but she needed this. She owed this to her fans. She also owed it to herself. She wouldn’t be able to get back to who she was without fully healing. 

Her late husband, Ian, had broken her physically and emotionally. The physical abuse meant she couldn’t do as many shows and appearances. The emotional abuse broke her confidence and soon she would never utter another lyric for years. After his death, she wrote songs and tinkered with melodies, but never sung. 

It wasn’t until recently she had the itch for change. She wasn’t always so quiet and soft spoken and reserved. She had been famous for something other than her family name. She had been at the height of her career. Wren had felt invincible and unchallenged, in a league of her own before that marriage. Now, she had the opportunity to reclaim her life. 

The show was supposed to be small. But she had hundreds of people here for her. Loyal fans who had been waiting eagerly for her return to music. She was debuting two new songs and two from her old life. 

When she took the stage, the roar from the crowd was almost deafening. “Thank you all for coming. It’s been a while. And I’ve started working on an album that can fill in the missing blanks, but I’m happy to be back on this stage! My nerves are running wild so I’m going to need your help with these songs before I get to my new stuff.” 

Once she started singing and the crowd still knew every word, it eased her nerves and self doubt. It was like partying with several hundred old friends. Wren felt at ease on stage again. So much so that tears fell down her cheeks. “This…you all don’t know how it makes me feel that you still know all the words. These next two songs are all about reclaiming my power.” 

Wren felt her nerves but her first song Cinderella’s Dead started up. She strutted and danced across the stage making eye contact with those she could see. By the end of the song the crowd was singing the chorus with her, “I forgot I was a bad bitch, tragic.” 

When the song ended she was grinning from ear to ear. “I’ve truly missed this. But we’re going to leave on a high note.” The music boomed through her ear piece, as she danced across the stage. Her song Not My Fault started up. She chuckled as she confidently sang, “Yeah I’m back bitch, are you done?” She sang with the attitude and confidence she had to adopt an alter ego to achieve. Looking out in the audience to see people dancing and smiling and enjoying the song reassured her that this was what she was supposed to be doing. 

After the show she did a brief meet and greet with several fans before she had to start settling down preparing to head home for the true celebration with Jakovan and the kids. She called him when she got off stage. “Hey Mish, I wish you could have been here! They loved the songs and they still knew every word of my old stuff!” She had tears in her eyes as she was still overcome with emotion. “I had someone taking video for you so I’ll send it in a moment. I can’t wait to be home to celebrate with you and the kids! I’m going to take a few more pictures with fans and I should be there soon! Two hours max.” 

That was the plan until a familiar face showed up. He was last in line and seeing his smiling face cause a lump in her throat. It was Hunter, Ian’s younger brother. 

“When I heard, I couldn’t believe it. You finally found your voice after everything my brother put you through,” he said. 

Wren had always liked Hunter. There were moments when she wished he had been the one she married. He was kind and sweet and he had no idea what his brother had done to her. She eagerly hugged him. “Hunter! I’m so sorry it’s been so long since we spoke I just…after everything I needed time to find some semblance of myself again.” 

“You got married again.” He sounded almost sad. 

“I did. I have two beautiful kids. Twins.” 

He grinned. “I’ve kept tabs. I’ve got the clippings. You know, I have always been proud of you. And I’ve always thought you ended up with the wrong brother. I would have protected you. Held onto every precious moment we had because when you look at someone you have this way of making them feel important and loved. I’m still chasing that and I haven’t found it.” 

Wren’s brows rose and she looked around making sure no one could overhear and misconstrue their conversation. “Would you like to come back to my dressing room to chat?” 

The guards followed them back but Wren assured them it was okay to stay outside the door. But once the door was closed behind them something was muttered and Hunter screamed out, “Wren, run!” 

Before she could react, his posture changed. The cruel smile she knew Ian to wear perched onto his lips. “Enough of that sappy shit. I knew he wanted to fuck my wife. And you were no saint. Deep down, you wanted to fuck him too. Don’t lie you little bitch.” 

Wren knew those words, that tone. Ian was in Hunter’s body. Ian had come back to harm her. She ran for the door, but it wouldn’t open. She screamed but the guards didn’t react. “Perks of my brother being a witch.” He used telekinesis to toss her against a wall. 

Her body clattered to the floor with a thud. Wren was a pacifist. She didn’t believe in violence and she didn’t know how to defend herself. But she had her babies at home. As he lifted her telekinetically again, slamming her against another wall, the fall broke her arm.

She lay there with tears streaming down her face. But she had to do something to be able to get home to her kids. She had to survive. “Coward! You used to use your hands to put me in my place. It made you feel like more of a man than Hunter, remember?” 

She had to provoke him. Get him close. She only had one shot to save herself. “You’re right. I did wish you were Hunter. Every day of our miserable marriage.” That earned her a kick to her abdomen. One and then another but she grabbed his ankle letting out all of the anger she had built up at him taking her life from her. All the anger of enduring every single beating flowed through her and came through her fingertips as her electrokinesis. Electric currents churned out of her, shocking him over and over, but she hadn’t used the ability defensively and she didn’t know how much was too much when he fell to the ground limp. She crawled to the door, using her magic reversal to remove the spell that kept her locked in and the guards unable to hear her. 

When Hunter’s body didn’t move and when she didn’t see his chest rising and falling, Wren sobbed. What had she just done? She had killed Hunter while trying to keep Ian away from her. 

She didn’t dwell. Her mind raced as did her tears for having to use violence and having to kill. She might have been the nice, quiet pacifist, but she was still a Hartwell. Wren knew what she had to do now. She formed a plan and one thing was for certain she had to keep Jakovan and Westland out of it. This night had too much buzz around it to involve him now. She made a call to the one person who she knew could help her - Olivier. 

[cherryo]

Honestly I’m surprised no one has requested anything with Future Leo, smut or otherwise

But uh..if you’re ok with writing that then maybe some flirty future Leo, with smut if you’re comfortable with that

hi hi love!!! thank you so so much for requesting!! i honestly wasn't that big of a Leo fan before this,,,, but!! the more I wrote and had to look up a love for him like opened up,,,, like big tall man,,, but I digress. im so glad I could write this for you!! i really hope you like it sweetheart <33 pairing: Future!Flirty!Leonardo x fem! reader genre: angst(sorta not really lol) to smut w/ a fluff ending pronouns: fem reader (gn pronouns but mentions of female genitalia and pet names such as "pretty girl") word count: 1.7k warnings: Explicit themes, cursing, movie spoilers, a little bit of angst at the beginning? reader and Casey jr are just worried about Leo, mentions of crying, creampie (wear protection kiddos), mentions of bruises (Leos too strong for his own good <33), raw dogging this shit (wear protection, again, kiddos), leo's mean and goes for it in one thrust with no prep!! teasing, overall Leo is Leo, regardless of how old he is and he will always be a flirty bastard <333 sort of proofread, anyways I hope you like it darling!!

The kraang invasion had messed everything up, but the one thing that didn't really change was Leonardo. He was still that positive leader type (and impossibly funny), even after losing his family. He stayed that beacon of hope, for you and Casey, he might've lost everyone he loved but he gained two people he would die for. Literally, he's tried multiple times to save both of you in life-or-death situations, also meaning he got a lot of lectures. 

There you stood with Casey behind you giving Leon the biggest glare he could muster up. You were pacing back an' forth just trying to calm down while giving Leo a lecture and rambling. "I don't why you thought that was smart, Leon. Just because you're the "greatest ninja alive" "making quotation marks, rolling your eyes when Leo gasped at you making fun of his title " god, I hate that Casey calls you that, or that anyone calls you it for that matter. It always goes to your head" flicking his head at the same time "it inflates your ego and makes you think you're invincible and invulnerable and you're not. Plain and simple youre not, do you know how much you make us worry?" At this point, you became more serious in your lecture. 

Leo sat up straighter, you only got serious when you were hurting. It was clear his acts of "kindness" were doing more harm than good, he didn't want that, he just didn't know how else to show that he cared for you both. To be honest, he was scared of having to take care of Casey by himself, so when you came along it was almost like a perfect little family. 

Casey, realizing how serious this conversation had turned, slowly made his way of the train car and into a different one. He wanted to give his parental figures their space, hoping that that was okay with them. 

"And I understand you don't want to lose us or you're simply trying to save us, but why put yourself in that situation when we have it handled? Why jump in front of a train when no ones there? " you were crying now, not loudly just tears streaming down your face. Leo stood up, covering you in a shadow, he grabbed you up into a hug. 

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be risking my life, especially in the time we live in now. I just, I can't lose more of my family" he was petting your hair, the other arm wrapped around your shoulder. Your silent tears started getting louder, letting everything you've been holding in, out. 

his petting slowly helped you to calm down, realizing all you needed was him to acknowledge his stupid hero complex. "I swear I'll try to let you guys fight your own battles but, if you need help, okay?" 

Letting out a feeble 'mhm' letting yourself melt Into his arms. His deep chuckle startled you, forgetting where you were during your little meltdown, realizing that you had snuggled deeper in his arms. "Wow, if I knew getting lectured gets me into this predicament, I would misbehave more often" he squeezed his arm that was around you tighter and lifted your face so you both were looking at each other. 

Your face grew red, not just from the crying but now from Leos flirts. even in serious and emotional situations, he was a flirt, most times it made the air lighter. This time though, it made the air tighter, just not with seriousness. 

You held his gaze, it had a glint of mischievousness and something you couldn't quite pinpoint. Breaking away from the strong gaze, not able to move your head out of his gasp. You decided the wall beside his head was more interesting than the growing smirk on the handsome turtle's face. Your hands grabbed his wrists, your hand doesn't even for around his right one. 

Releasing his grip from your face only for his hands to make their way down to your hips, squeezing to let you know they're staying there. Your face got even redder, if that was possible, just from him grabbing your hips. "Aww, are you feeling okay baby?" He cooed at you, a teasing tone highly noticeable in his 'concern.' You just looked away and pouted, simply ignoring his teasing. 

He pulled you closer to him by the hips, making you gasp and place your hands on his plastron. one of his hands started rubbing up and down your side, obviously deciding to stay quiet just spurred him on to get a noise out of you. Good thing you're stubborn, still staying quiet you held his gaze, eyes locked once again. "You're so hot when you're stubborn, you know that? There's nothing I wouldn't do to get you to unravel a bit" he leaned down to whisper that last part in your ear, he lingered in that spot for a minute. 

"Why don't you do it?" You rubbed your hands over his plastron, hearing him let out little whimpers here and there. "Excuse me?" At this point he had returned to his full height, hands still roaming your body, "I said, why don't you make me unravel?" You didn't have to say it a third time before you're brought in for a kiss. 

He kissed you hard and passionately, trying to put everything he can't say into it. He looped his hands around your lower back to drag you closer, wanting you as close as he could get you at this moment. He brought one hand up to your cheek to direct your face and deepen the kiss. Being tall meant he towered over you, so he leaned down quite a bit to kiss you, but he didn't care he'd do anything to know what you tasted like. 

His grip tightens on your back, basically scratching and clawing at you showing his desperation to get you. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, moaning into it just from how hot it was, the noise made him whimper. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer for a change. 

He spun you around and laid you on his bed, crawling over you so he could be face-to-face with you again. "Is this okay?" He rested his left hand on your hip, the other holding him up. "Of course it is," you pulled him down into another kiss to give him more reassurance. 

He started gripping your hips harder, hard enough to leave a bruise of his fingertips. Making a groaning noise into your mouth, he pulled back and flipped you over onto your stomach. Pulling you hips so your ass was up in the air, the sight of you in this position makes him moan. Him pulling your pants and undies down in one swift movement had you gasping at the rush of cold air and the stare that Leo was looking at you with. 

He went back to crawling over you, covering your whole body. He had his plastron right up against your back, making sure you could feel him right there. He reached back to make sure he was aligned before thrusting all the way in, making you cry out in the pain and the sudden stretch. He moaned at the tight feeling of your slick cunt, his hips shaking at the pleasure trying to stay still. He cooed at you, petting your head and going back to rub your hips for comfort. 

Giving you enough time to adjust to his size, you slowly moved your hips back towards his. Taking the hint, he pulled just so the tip was in and thrust back in again, slowly thrusting to get a nice rhythmic pace. Keeping the slow pace was almost torturous for you, wanting for him to just let go and go as hard as he wanted. 

"Mm harder" you moaned out, he slowed his pace making a 'hm' noise to make you repeat yourself. "Harder please! Please Leon,,,, I wan-nt nhhg,,,you to fuck me as hard as you can!" moaning out the words, you could practically feel his smirk growing as you struggled. 

"How could I resist such a request, pretty girl? Especially since you said please" he whispered into your ear, thrusting harder as soon as he was finished talking. His brutal pace was making you moan like a whore, having a hard time even speaking. 

He pulled you up so you two were chest to back, he reached down and started making circles on your nub. You were crying at this point, the pleasure was too much for you. "Awww, is this too much for you, baby? You can't even handle what you asked for huh?" Even through his teasing you could hear him straining to keep his moans and whimpers at bay. 

" 'm close,," you whimpered out, you could feel his breath on your neck, hearing that you were close made him go even harder. Before you could even warn him, you came, your legs started trembling. Your cunt tightening around his cock was what pushed him over the edge, moaning and grunting right into your ear. Feeling him fill you up made your orgasm over-stimulated, making you even more sensitive. 

He fucked you through his orgasm, making you cry out and moan, the feeling sending you into a hazy state. He held you up, you basically went limp in his arms, your orgasm making you have numb legs. Gently pulling out and laying you down, Leo went off to grab a towel and some water. 

He came back to find you in the same position he left you, letting out a low whistle, he came over to look over you. "That good huh?" You could practically feel his ego rising, the smirk on his face ever so present. 

"The best I've ever had, that's for sure" you made eye contact with him as he laid beside you, the smirk replaced by a soft and loving smile. His fingers tracing your thighs up to your stomach and down back again, he pulled you to where you were resting in the crease of his body. 

"I love you"

"I love you too"

[kshira]

— BLACK LICORICE

SUMMARY: flashing back to where sanzu had gave you an orgasm, love and a broken heart

TW. fem!reader, cursing, fingering, angsty

WC. 897

AN. this is the first installment of my writing series, i’ve never wrote one before so hey, enjoy <3

SERIES MASTERLIST

CHAPTER ONE — SALTY TAFFY 

[5 YEARS EARLIER]

“you didn’t show up to graduation haru” you mention sitting down beside your boyfriend and knocking the candy he has from his hands.

sanzu disregards your attempts to annoy him by grabbing another piece of taffy and popping it in his mouth, he ignores you again, looking out into the distance of the bustling city echoing noises of a forever life—the sweetness dissolves around his tongue.

the rooftop was where you’d met sanzu, nothing more than a sheltered child you were and discovering a tattered boy standing atop the edge, he looked invincible—sanzu could fall down the three story building and god himself would throw him back to earth.

sanzu turns to you, pulling you from a distant memory, long lashes fluttering close with a sly grin “what’re you going to do now that you’re legally smart?” he snorts when you softly hit his shoulder, sanzu erupts into another laugh but he’s nervous, he knows what he wants to do and what you’re about to tell him don’t line up.

“i’m going to college” you avoid his searing gaze, staring off to watch the sun dipping down into the clouds, orange slices radiate the sky as sanzu inches closer—the silence is like a ticking time bomb, you want to ignore the way he’s trailing his fingers up your skirt, lips attaching to your neck, you want to forget what will happen in the upcoming weeks and you pray to a god it doesn’t ruin what you have with sanzu.

“you don’t need to do that” sanzu pulls your shirt down to expose more of you, his lips sucking on the skin and fingers growing agonizingly close between your legs.

“w-what do you mean?” you question, shakily ripping your voice from your throat, lungs being flooded by pleasure as sanzu slips past the sheen fabric and slowly teasing your folds “you could be my housewife” he presses his finger through your slit, curling through till he’s met with your spongy walls “i do the gang shit, get money and come home to a pretty wife.”

“easier said than done” your voice is quiet now, sanzu attempts to block off this conversation and focus on something—anything besides the cold hard truth.

“it took me barely five minutes to be inside you, i think i can manage” sanzu motions his other hand to look at him, his orbs flickering waves of violets “if i have you, i can do anything.”

a dark swell tugs at your heart, looking up at sanzu—tears rimming your eyes and he thinks it’s the pleasure overflowing but really, it just hurts so fucking bad; to know reality is tasted sour on your tongue.

your hand cards through his hair, pushing him into your mouth while sanzu pumps his fingers inside you, he groans into the kiss feeling your walls clamp down on him and like another day spent on this ledge your voice carrying on with the wind, moans catching with the air into the abyss.

“every day i could do this, come home to you—take you to those expensive restaurants you always wanna go to, fuck you anywhere, especially on every single fuckin’ room of our house” sanzu moans, curling his fingers to find that deep spot that drives you over the edge.

“h-haru— i’m gonna, fuck” you gasp feeling your orgasm near its head, washing through your legs and creaming around his fingers, small whimpers leaving your lips when sanzu teases your senstive clit, he chuckles at your teary eyed expression.

silence draws to an end as he finally stops playing with your fidgeting cunt, releasing an uneasy breath at the short time of tranquility.

sanzu pulls away from you, slinking the hand to his side he lays his head down on your shoulder, kicking his feet to the pace of his heart “what’re you going to do?” you question, sanzu exhales a shaky breath—it hurts, he doesn’t understand why it hurts so fucking bad, “same ole shit i’ve been doing, you know that.”

“right” your voice croaks in your throat, tears rolling down your cheeks, sanzu rises to his feet bouncing from the ledge and towards the exit or more importantly just out of this pain.

“we can—we can still be together, i’ll see you as much as i can haru, i’ll come every wee—”

“stop” sanzu interrupts, turning to watch you crawl from the ledge and walk closer to him, a weak hand tugging at his sleeves, he looks down at you darkness replacing his eyes “if i can’t have you here, i don’t want you.”

a sob chokes from your throat at his words, it burns—a fire clawing at your throat, vision so blurred from the tears tainting your sight of someone you’ve loved, had given everything to is just shutting it all away in a five minute gap.

sanzu cups your face, pulling you into a kiss, his lips move slow, fingers rubbing the wetness away as he depends the kiss and it feels like time has froze and if anything you’d wish it was always like this but fuck, nothing works this way.

“this is goodbye princess, be good for me” he whispers, pulling away and without another word sanzu walks out of your life.

and all you can stomach is agony and the salty taste of his taffy lingering on your lips.

tagging— @wakasagurl @sanzudopeamine

[longing-for-the-past-times]

Masquerade

eskel x fem!reader

word count: 5721 words

Hello! I saw your post about request and remember in the game when Eskel talked about hunting the katakan that involved throwing a masquerade ball and getting someone drunk to catch it? What if he asks reader to go with him as a date since he doesn't like events? But of course asks her to stay back while he actually goes to slay the vamp. Good luck on college btw!!

  a/n: So I got a bit carried away while writing this... might have added some extra scenes, might have cut out some. I hope you like it and I apologize in advance if there are any inconsistencies in the story as I wrote it over a few days. And the usual disclaimer that English is not my first language so if you see any peculiar words, well, now you know why.

Eskel's mask:

Reader's dress:

Reader's mask:

 'What's on your mind?'

Bringing your calloused hand to his right cheek, you gently brushed your thumb over the scarred tissue, feeling him tensing at your touch. Oh, how you hated that even after all that time he was still reserved about his appearance, almost scared to give in to your touch.

But you knew better than this, and soon your hand was replaced by your warm lips, leaving soft kisses on the ridges, then on the corner of his mouth. Your job was done when you felt him relaxing under your touch, letting out a content sigh. As you turned back to look at him again, your heart leaped at the sight of his crooked grin, making you plant another chaste kiss on his lips. He hummed in approval as he brushed his hands over your back, straddling you against his chest.

Leaning on the bedpost, you nudged Eskel to talk as he'd been brooding for the past half an hour. When he made no gesture to move from the sitting position he seemed to have been meditating in, you chuckled and moved to kneel in front of him, resting your hands on his thighs. His amber eyes eventually met yours, filled with sorrow and distant longing. He was there, but not really there. And in such moments you needed each other the most.

'I think you know me better than I know myself at this point, little dove', he whispered in your ear, his husky voice and the endearment sending shivers across your spine.

'You are the strongest person I know, my love', you began softly as you played with the untied laces of his shirt, 'but not even you are invincible.'

Forcing yourself to look him dead in the eye, you shook your head at the concern that was pooling in his golden orbs. You sighed softly, taking his hand in yours and waiting in silence. After a couple of minutes, he decided to break it, pressing your head to his chest in a tight hug:

'You still remember why we came to this town, right?'

Rolling your eyes, you lifted your head towards him, giving him an annoyed look. The taunting smile he gave you was worth it.

'Well, I spoke to the Count who issued the contract and he is going to throw a masquerade ball tomorrow night for the city's notables- to lure the vampire out of hiding.'

'A vampire who mainly goes for noble blood', you mused to yourself, now tying the laces back with nimble fingers. 'Guess that gives a whole new meaning to blue blood...'

You didn't need to look at him to know that your bad pun made him try not to laugh- at that point, you could tell it solely by its breaths and heart rate.

'Blue blood or not, it's still a vampire and needs to be dealt with', he concluded in a flat voice, sighing softly when one of your fingers accidentally brushed across his neck. 'And I've come up with a plan last night, but I... I may also need your help...', he started on a suddenly shy tone, making you look up at him to see a faint blush spreading across his cheeks.

After all the years you spent together, you still couldn't believe you had the witcher wrapped around your fingers.

'I mean- you know I would never put you in danger, especially when dealing with a creature that is invisible and-'

'Eskel!'

You interrupted his rambling with a loving smile, placing a finger over his lips.

'You don't have to explain anything to me!', you went on, involuntarily brushing his lips tenderly. 'I'll come with you to the ball tomorrow night.'

His dumbfounded look only made you smile more, placing another gentle kiss on his nose, this time. 

'I'll never understand where this mind-reading stuff of yours comes from!', he grumbled gruffly, trying his best not to seem too embarrassed and spectacularly failing to do so. 'You do it better than any sorceress or mage- and yet you always claim you have no magical blood flowing through your veins!'

Laughing softly, you leaned back to take a better look at his focused face.

'We all have our skills, my dear! You have your Witcher training while I happen to have been gifted with a wonderful intuition and intelligence.'

'You forgot about modesty!', he smirked at you ironically, placing his hands around your waist.

'Why, that's on top of the list!'

Your childish tone widened his smirk into a smile, determining him to shake his head in disbelief.

'You really are something!', he concluded, pressing your head to his chest once more, playfully ruffling your hair. 'But yes, I was actually going to ask you to join me to the masked ball tomorrow night- you know those kinds of social gatherings are not exactly my cup of tea...'

'Mine neither, don't you worry about that.', you shrugged your shoulders, breathing in deep at the vibrations of his chest. You wished this proximity would last forever. 'But I have one condition!'

Your sudden request made him place his hands on your shoulders and gently pushing you away from him so that he could get a better look at your facial expressions. The sobriety of his features made you want to laugh at your childish demand:

'The Count will have to provide us with matching costumes!', you haughtily declared, trying your best to maintain your serious composure. 'If we're going to face a vampire, we should do it with style!'

His spontaneous laughter was liquid gold to your ears and it took a lot not to lean and kiss him again and again. 

'Whatever you please, dove ', he answered gently, brushing a stray lock of H/C hair from your face. 'But I cannot and will not put you in any kind of danger - I'll face the vampire myself. As a matter of fact, I've already talked to the alchemist we met the other day and she's preparing a strong concoction as we speak.'

Frowning, you got off from his lap to lay in bed. You remembered the young woman who greeted you and introduced herself as the right hand of the Count- she was charming and unique in her own way. But it wasn't that that concerned you, you and Eskel have been together for a while now and you were well past jealousy. No, what really made you worry was the fact that your witcher reached out to her for help. He was always trying to do everything by himself, never putting anyone else in danger unless need be.

'Are you planning to get her involved somehow?', you curtly asked, propping yourself in your elbows to get a better look at him. From the way he was avoiding your looks, the answer was more than obvious. And the fact that he was already feeling guilty for it.

Sighing quietly, you rubbed your eyes and reached to place a hand on his shoulders, lifting yourself so that you could hug him from the back. His muscles were tensed up again so you gingerly run a hand through his hair, leaning down to whisper in his ear:

'Why don't you tell me more about this vampire then? How did you call it?.. kakata-takata...?', you messed up the name on purpose, only to feel his chest rumble with faint laughter again.

Eskel turned around and cupped your cheeks in his hands, shaking his head in amusement. The left corner of his lip was curled up in half a smile and when he spoke, his voice seemed lighter:

'As you already know, my intelligent one, the creature's name is katakan.'

You slightly winced at his carefully chosen endearment, scrunching your nose in indignation. The picture you offered was too much for him and it was his turn to place a quick kiss on your nose, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. You hummed softly at the feeling of his slow breaths on your sensitive skin, closing your eyes in satisfaction. If only you could spend the rest of your days like that: with him, in a domestic harmony- no monster hunting, no rush for coin. Just you, him, and plenty of intimate moments. 

'Oh, Master Witcher, then enlighten me and tell me all about this creature of the night!'

Your joking tone hit home when he actually got up and reached for his bestiary, carefully stashed in his traveling bag. The leatherbound journal was filled to the brim with loose pieces of paper filled with annotations and hastily taken notes- all of them waiting to be taken to Kaer Morhen where Vesemir would carefully transcribe them into the real Bestiary, making modifications where necessary.

Eventually, Eskel sat down in the bed against the headboard, parting his knees and dragging you in between them. Smiling at him, you rested your head against his pectorals, closing your eyes and enjoying the peaceful rhythm of his heartbeat. The witcher was flipping the journal's pages with deft fingers, promptly stopping when a detailed sketch of a lesser vampire appeared. At the sight of it, you were glad that the katakan could turn invisible- the disfigured image of an overgrown bat with long fangs and talons was the stuff of nightmares.

'Katakans and their more dangerous kin, nekurats, are the embodiment of human fear. They hide in the shadows. They feed on human blood.'

Despite the terrible subject, Eskel was reading about, his low voice was soothing and lulling you to sleep. Trying your hardest to keep your eyes open, you heard him talking about their main asset, invisibility, and how one must pay attention to their shadow as it might prove a useful pointer for their location. Words kept pouring from his mouth, vaguely reaching your ears, but making sense of what he was telling you proved to be even more difficult when you found yourself pressed against him, his muscular arms trapping you in.

As you drifted off to sleep, you could make out his amused voice as a couple of fingers tangled in your hair, gently massaging your scalp. At that moment, you felt like you could take down an entire group of katakans just by looking at them.

***

'I think blue is a nice fit for you!'

Standing behind Eskel, you placed your hands on his shoulders while checking him out in the mirror. The Count outdid himself with the costumes he provided you, especially with Eskel's, which, besides making him look too good to be true, was helping him achieve a monster hunter look without actually revealing his true identity. What impressed you was the craftsmanship of his blue leather mask depicting a peregrine falcon and the subtle way it matched with the tight-fitted suit that seemed to broaden his shoulders even more, in a very appealing way.

'You don't look too bad, either.'

His teasing tone made you roll your eyes in embarrassment, involuntarily shifting your weight from side to side. Eskel's eyes narrowed at the sight of the delightful way the dark blue velvet hugged your curves and contrasted with your Y/S/C skin. He made an effort not to stare at your exposed shoulders and upper back, aware of how self-conscious you felt at the moment. You had expected a more decent dress, but the seamstress who brought your evening attire had assured you that those were the standards for a masquerade. She even went the extra mile to tell you that your gown was one of the modest ones, doing her best not to smile at Eskel's silent chuckles and suggestive looks.

'You've been staring at me ever since I put this on, love!', you tried to confront him but failed when he gave you another thorough look.

'What made you think I wasn't staring before as well?' 

His crooked grin made you blush violently, especially when realizing the hidden meaning of his words. Somehow, it seemed that concealing his features behind a mask made him bolder and more daring - a mental state which you hoped would help him in defeating the vampire quickly. 

At the sight of your tight-lipped smile and knitted brows, he bit his lip and glanced back at you in the mirror:

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that...'

Hiding a small smile, you placed your head on his shoulder, wrapping your hands around him and sighing quietly:

'My dear witcher, your words bring me nothing but joy ', you hummed in his ear. 'I'm just worried about tonight... you know I can't help it!'

Not breaking the eye contact, he placed his gloved hands over your small ones, trying not to marvel at the delicate texture of your skin. 

'I am worried too, little dove, but it's not about me, but my decision to bring you with me to the ball. And don't make that face, because that's exactly how you feel about me as well!'

You scrunched up your nose in defense, sticking out your tongue. You already know where that was going.

'So I'd say that if I'm not concerned about you being present in the proximity of a deadly vampire, you shouldn't be worried about me having to face the beast. It's only fair, don't you think?'

   Rolling your eyes at his words, you shook your head. It beat you how he always managed to find the right words to calm you down.

 'Don't you think so?'

He pressed on, turning around to face you. Behind the mask, you could see his eyes glittering with satisfaction and mischief and you could not remember the last time he was so excited about something. And you did not plan to ruin the night because of your protective nature, so you sighed theatrically and nodded, not missing the way his eyes brightened even more.

'I guess we should get going then.', he quickly stated, heading towards the wooden chest where he left his swords. 'The carriage the Count sent must be waiting for us downstairs!'

Giving your look a once-over, you grabbed your velvet purse from the bed and strode towards the door when a firm hand grabbed you by the shoulder, prompting you to stop. The questioning look you gave Eskel made the witcher chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief:

 'Didn't you forget something?'

 'I... don't think so?'

You raised your eyebrows, wrinkling your nose in confusion. The gesture made the witcher giggle even louder, looking at you fondly:

 'You're going to a masked ball, darling.', he tried once again, waiting for any sign of recognition. When nothing happened, he reached for something laid on the top of the trunk, gesturing you to turn toward the mirror.

'I can't believe you were going to attend a masquerade without wearing a mask!', he playfully scolded you as his nimble fingers placed the white and blue leather mask on your face, deftly tying it to the back. The proximity between the two of you and the intimacy of the gesture momentarily left you out of breath and gazing mindlessly towards the man behind you. He too seemed to be caught up in a trance, his fingers softly combing through your H/C hair in an affectionate gesture, prompting you to lean into him, leaving out an inaudible sigh.

Your moment was ruined when someone rudely banged on your door. 

 'Master Witcher sir, there's a carriage waiting for you outside, sir!', a young lad's voice could be heard. 

 'Yeah, yeah, we're coming!'

 Eskel's low tone emphasized his displeasure at being interrupted, but he said nothing else as he strapped his swords on his back, grabbing two vials of what must have blade oils and witcher's potions. Saying nothing, you reached for your cloak and a few minutes later, you were both descending the stairs of the inn. 

You only prayed that nothing would go wrong in the hours to come.

***

'Allow me!' 

Leaving his swords behind, Eskel got out of the carriage first and extended a gloved hand which you took gladly as he helped you descend. Once both your feet were planted on the ground, he gestured to the coachman he could leave.

'What about your swords?', you anxiously asked him, looking at him as if he was mad.

 'I can't go barging in with the Witcher swords on my back, little dove', he argued quietly, placing a palm on your back and ushering you to the ballroom. 'When I find out who our vampire is, I'm going to lure it into the garden, and conveniently, I will stop by the carriage to retrieve them.'

 As you studied your surroundings, you realized the seamstress had spoken the truth: your off-shoulder, bare-back dress seemed to be one of the least scandalous and revealing choices for the night. And the way Eskel's amber eyes drifted from one low-cut neck to another, his grip loosening with each step, confirmed it.

'Sounds like you've made quite a plan, darling!', you teased him in a rather high-pitched tone that made him shoot you a crooked grin. You could swear the corners of his eyes crinkled behind the mask.

He opened his mouth to probably give you a cheeky answer but immediately closed it, stopping dead in his tracks. The sudden motion caught you unawares as you crashed into the witcher, the impact throwing you off-balance. Luckily, Eskel's reflexes were still functioning and he tightened his grip around your waist, quickly placing you on your feet. You threw him a concerned gaze as you noticed that his smile had been replaced by a tight-lipped expression. He nodded his head towards the ballroom entrance where you noticed... several children who seemed to be playing hide-and-seek. 

'This is unbelievable,' you muttered under your breath, shaking your head in disbelief. 'Is the Count out of his mind? To let children attend such an event when... when...'

Sighing deeply, you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. Unexpected things could always happen, and even if that was the unfortunate kind of unexpected, it didn't mean you couldn't do something about it.

'It's not like it's a big deal! We'll just have to make sure they aren't left unsupervised!'

 A silvery singsong voice prompted you to turn around to see a tiny, plump woman waving at you excitedly. She was dressed in an orange, silk dress, sporting a fox mask that highlighted her emerald eyes. You felt like you knew her from somewhere, but you couldn't place a finger on it and so, you ended up staring at her. It was Eskel who cleared his throat and greeted the stranger, pulling you even closer to his side.

'Glad to see you made it, Johra! Hopefully, you brought the necessary stuff with you too!'

'You're the alchemist!', you eventually managed to say, eyes widening in surprise. 'But how... I could swear you looked taller when we last met!'

'Well... it may have been the shoes,' she gave you an enigmatic smile. 'And perhaps an experimental potion that may have had side effects. But I can't put my finger on it until I try it again!'

Her daring wink made you give her a conspiratory smile as she linked elbows with you, dragging you away from Eskel's grasp. The witcher rolled his eyes and came to sit on your side as the three of you resumed your walk towards the ballroom.

'Before you say anything, witcher, I've got everything I need right here!', she quickly told Eskel, subtly pointing at her matching silk pouch. 'You just need to tell me when and where and I'll do the rest.'

 'Good. It will happen in the garden, it’s the most remote place for the time being. But we need to do something about these children- they can’t be roaming around when the katakan reveals itself!’

Playing with a loose strand of your hair, you slowed down and eventually stopped to look at the witcher:

‘I think… I think I may be able to help with that!’, you shily said, reaching deep into your pouch. ‘Using… this!’

Pulling out a clean handkerchief, you beamed at your two companions. Their reactions couldn’t be more different: Eskel sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes while Johra grinned broadly, squealing with excitement.

‘Origami! You have to show me how you do it!’, she fervently asked, clapping her hands. ‘I’ve always wanted to learn, but I couldn’t manage to find someone or something, like a book, to properly teach me!’

‘Of course I will, I can start tonight if you’d like!’, you smiled at her enthusiasm, turning to look at Eskel’s frown. ‘Do you have something to say?’

‘You’re not serious about this, right?’

You could sense the lightness in his teasing tone. As much as he wanted to seem frustrated, it was clear he was enjoying messing up with you on this subject.

‘Who do you think will be interested in your paper-folding nonsense?’

‘Well, let me recall, darling’, you placed a hand on his chest, cocking your head at him. ‘You seemed rather fascinated the first time I’d shown you how to fold a swan, hadn’t you?’

‘I’d not go that far,’ he grumbled under his breath, placing his palm atop yours. ‘But I would be … rather fascinated, as you so carefully put it, in having at least a dance with you tonight.’

The veiled proposal made you blush profusely, lowering your head when he reached to brush the one loose strand of hair.

‘With you too, Johra, if you’d like.’

That was Eskel, always saying the right things at the right time. But Johra had the presence of spirit to elegantly decline his invitation, muttering something about going to meet with a certain Lady Bolton. You didn’t miss the subtle way her pupils dilated and you were sure Eskel could hear the rush of her heartbeat. One look at him and he confirmed it, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

You let out a silent curse as you glanced at the ballroom. It was huge and crowded with masked nobles, each parading around with unique and bizarre outfits. You could swear you saw a noblewoman whose dress was made entirely of peacock feathers walking arm in arm with a man who was proudly wearing a wolf pelt. 

‘I have a bigger one at Kaer Morhen’, Eskel whispered in your ear, slowly guiding you to the dance floor. ‘I could show it to you sometimes. And we can find you a matching dress if you’d like!’

His bold choice of words made you scrunch up your nose while looking at him amused. You could tell he was doing his best not to burst out laughing at your expression, and he eventually resumed to place a peck on your lips, extending a hand:

‘Will you join me for this dance?’

****

'Have I told you that you sometimes remind me of Yennefer?'

Eskel was waltzing with you across the dance ring, graciously navigating among the other couples while you were held close to his chest, resting your head on his shoulder. At his unexpected remark, you raised an eyebrow and frowned at him:

'In that case, darling, I might add, you sometimes resemble Geralt.', you talked back, letting him swing you backward and dragging you to his chest once again.

'He's my brother, of course we two are alike!', he shrugged his shoulders as his eyes wandered around the ballroom. 'But I assume you had something else in mind when you said it!', he rolled his eyes at the sight of your smirk.

'I don't know what you're talking about!', you feigned innocence as your gaze stopped over the intricate pattern of his mask. 'But for the fact that he's probably whoring his way through the Continent as we speak...'. 

The high-pitched tone was there again and Eskel had to suppress a smile. He knew you were trying to hide your jealousy, but he knew you too well at that point. He could read you like a book.

'And here's the Yennefer trait I was talking about,' he pressed on as he tried to avert his eyes from yet another low-cut neck. 'And you can't blame Geralt for anything, little dove- he can get basically anything with his looks. That's why Yennefer's trying to keep him on a tight leash-'

'You do too,' you eventually blurted the words out, trying not to feel dizzy from the excessive spinning. 'I mean, have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? Have you noticed the way at least half of these women turned their heads when you passed by? And do not dare to tell me you have not seen the glances they give you. And me- but not in that way, not at all.'

Biting his lip, he cupped your cheeks and brought you closer to him so that your foreheads were resting on top of the other.  

'I couldn't care less about other women's glances and whispers, little dove!', he whispered gently, his strained breath fanning over your face. 'They will all cease to exist the moment I get rid of this mask.'

The bitterness laced in his words determined you to place your palm on his right cheek, tracing faint circles across the deep scars.

'But I will still be there...', your guttural tone was filled with emotion as you replaced your touch with a tender kiss. 'Come what may, I'll always be by your side as you were by mine when I needed it the most!'

The rest of the world seemed to slow down as the two of you were standing still in the middle of the ballroom, too caught up in the moment to pay attention to what was happening around you. The orchestra music became a pleasant background sound and time froze when the witcher placed a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you closer towards him so that he could kiss you properly. Closing your eyes, you licked your lips in expectation and waited. 

Waited for the contact that never came.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw him glancing insistently towards a corner of the ballroom, his ears perking up at a sound you definitely couldn't hear.

'Should I get Johra?', you carefully asked, setting off in search for the alchemist when he gave you an imperceptible nod. Your heart dropped when you saw him reaching for his non-existent sword. He shouldn't have left it in the carriage.

'Tell her to wait in the garden. And you stay inside! If I tell you to run, you run!'

The curtness of his instructions made you realize the gravity of the situation. It was not your first monster hunt with him- he always made sure you knew when to flee and abandon him, expressing himself in a much more elaborate way. But now he was gone before you could even acknowledge his advice, too stunned to process the way his lips grazed on your cheek. And you had to find the alchemist and guide her to the garden, making sure she did... well, what she was supposed to do.

  ***

It did not take you long to find Johra. She was spending her time with the lady she'd mentioned and, totally convenient, in a gazebo that overlooked the garden. You must have been quite a sight, with a determined stare on your face and firm steps, paying no heed to the whispers and long looks that your disheveled appearance caused- after a couple of minutes of aimlessly looking for the alchemist inside the ballroom, you set off running to the outdoors, and your efforts had paid off rather quickly:

'There you are! I've been looking for you!', you stopped at her side, briefly nodding at her companion between heavy pants. Perhaps you have danced enough for the night. 'You- you are needed in the garden! And my lady, allow me to escort you inside for the time being.', you turned towards the fair-headed woman who was watching you amusedly and nodded, placing a quick kiss on Johra's uncovered cheek. Her face turned the color of her dress, if not deeper.

'As much as I hate to say it, miss Y/N', she hastily began, grabbing your hand in a fast motion, 'you might still be needed for the time being!'.

Without saying anything else, she turned her head towards the center of the garden, where a majestic stone fountain could be seen. And all around it... children. Pursing your lips, you drew in a sharp breath and ushered Johra's friend to the ballroom as you reached for the handkerchief in your pouch.

'Let's go then', you muttered under your breath, your fingers folding deftly the rough material while you jogged towards the garden. Eskel was still nowhere to be seen.

As you reached the playing site of the children, a freshly-made paper swan was laying in your left hand. Making a show of passing through the children to sit on the ledge of the fountain, you waved your other hand towards them, smiling in a conspiratorial way:

'Now, which one of you likes stories here?'

The sudden interruption of their game made them turn their heads towards you, their faces glistening with curiosity and excitement.

'Would you like to hear the story of a girl... and seven wild swans?', you went on, handing the paper swan to one little boy whose mouth was opened in awe.

 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

To your satisfaction, the children began chanting the word as they all gathered around you, preparing to sit directly on the freshly trimmed grass.

‘Well, then... I believe the ballroom would be the perfect place for such a story. It's getting quite cold out here, don't you think?'

You got up and they all followed suit instantly, following you obediently to the indoor area. Turning your head to check on Johra, you almost stumbled on your steps when you saw her drinking the contents of a vial, several discarded ones laying next to her. That was not right- you thought that the substances she'd prepared had been meant for the katakan, not herself... unless-

 'Come on, miss!'

 A small boy tugged at your sleeve, his request being soon echoed by the others. Trying not to furrow your brow any further, you forced yourself to smile broadly at the children, steering them towards the entrance. When a hooded silhouette brushed against your shoulders, you stopped again and turned around to get a glimpse of Eskel's fighting figure. You could tell he'd just had one of his potions by the way his pupils were dilated, but the absence of his swords made you bite your lip in distress. A brief nod of acknowledgment was all that you got off him until he was gone.

And you were left with a group of spoiled children who wanted their story and had started fighting for who should hold the paper swan next.

You only hoped that Eskel and Johra knew what they were doing.

 ***

Entering the stables, your eyes searched instinctively for Eskel. You smiled to yourself as you saw him brushing Scorpion’s mane, his relaxed features bringing you a state of peace and relief. Even Lil’Bleater seemed to wind down after the eventful night, the snow-white goat chewing quietly on some green patch of grass. Hiding the velvet pouch in a pocket of your travel cloak, you stepped closer to him but promptly stopped at the sight of a huge sack of potatoes from which blood was dripping. There sure were no potatoes in there.

‘Is that what I think it is?’, you asked your witcher, crossing your arms on your chest.

He slowly raised his head to you, his sheepish look being the embodiment of feigned innocence. He almost looked like a kid who sneaked a wooden toy from the stand, right into his mother’s basket. Except that in the current situation, the toy was not made of wood, but of flesh and bone.

‘Eskel!’

You pressed on, getting closer to him. The faint smell of cologne from last night was now mixed with blood and sweat, but it did not manage to lessen the warm feeling that was overwhelming your senses, making you weak in the knees.

‘What exactly do you plan to do with the body of a vampire?’, you eventually asked him, busying your hands with fixing his shirt’s collar. ‘I thought you took what you needed from it last night when you so gallantly disappeared without letting anyone know!’

Your scolding tone made him avoid your eyes even more, a faint blush settling on his cheeks.

‘I’m going to take it to Kaer Morhen’, he mumbled under his breath as he scratched the back of his head clumsily. ‘I bet Vesemir would love to perform an autopsy on it- the old man hasn’t had contact with vampires in decades!’

Smiling at his childish enthusiasm, you rolled your eyes and wrapped him in a hug, placing your head on top of his heart. After last night’s events, you were even more glad that you had him by your side- the only person you could find solace and comfort in.

‘Speaking of the Keep’, you quietly began, playing with a stray curl from your hair. ‘I was thinking we could leave earlier this year… you know, with you being generously paid for this contract and…’

‘And what?’

Your unfinished sentence made him raise an eyebrow, cocking his head to take a better look at your angelic expression. The corners of his mouth curled up into a knowing smile as he felt you reach towards your pocket to retrieve the ornate purse.

‘What exactly were you up to last night? You know, in between being overly possessive of me and trying your best to be a thorn in my side while I was fighting the vampire?’

‘Well’, you carelessly toyed with your words, ‘let’s just say that my paper-folding nonsense, as you so unceremoniously call it, is something that the blue-bloods from here appreciate. Greatly!’, you emphasize the last word as you weighed the coin in your hand. ‘And I think Vesemir would like to have his hands on a fresh katakan corpse, as much as it troubles me to say it!’