#i like to put those beasts into situations!! not just Standing there!! :(

[radioiaci]

"And where did I accuse you of doing it on purpose?" Alastor replies, exasperated with the ordeal already, and he has not even delved into how he feels regarding the reality of the situation. "I am upset that I engaged in something with you without fully understanding the situation. If you want to blame me for that, then fine. So be it. And I would not put it above you to wield it like a weapon against me for the things I've done, but only after it happened upon you. But do not pretend as though I immediately pinned you as the orchestrator of the damned... thing."

He doesn't know what to call it yet. Creature? Beast? Baby? Machine? God, what even is it? Maybe this is all a misunderstanding. Maybe it is a parasite. But saying that aloud, given Vox's present state, will likely not do him any favors at managing it.

And now, after a moment, he understands that Vox may consider this to be what one might call a deal breaker. Something that will render that carving upon his core inert. And Alastor means to nip that in the bud, immediately. No manifested spawn will take away what is rightfully his. To that end, he uses that tendril to tug Vox back towards himself. To have a proper conversation. Or, at least one where he is not concerned that the television will simply walk away.

"Tell me what you want from me," Alastor says, though anger is quickly making way for something that is tinged with just the slightest air of desperation. He knows this changes things, no matter the outcome. "If you want me to stand here and tell you that I do not mean to toss you away like day-old refuse, then that is what I will do. Because I took your center as my own for a reason. There is nothing that will change that."

Getting that out of the way off the bat. And perhaps he should have led with that.

"But I do not know why else you come to me with this. What is-"

He hesitates. As always, speaking of - giving finality - to any sorts of expectations weigh on him. Heavily. The reason he'd run all those years ago was because of those perceived expectations. To be partners, to be... something more. Things that he does not believe himself to be wholly capable of. Romance and love or what have you. Things he still does not believe himself capable of. And what now? With some sort of... child thing?

"What is the expectation?"

What he expects, after all, is to not be able to clear the bar.

Regardless of what it is.

Humourous isn't it. Valentino has yelled and screamed at him similar sentiments. Although worded in distinctly different ways. If Vox wasn't so overcome with emotions he might even laugh at the parallels. It really does drive in just what exactly is wrong with him and his shortcomings when it comes to relationships. He expects too much too soon, assumes far too much. He pulls and pulls and then flees when it pops.

This time it had been the word villain that really had him feeling flighty. An overreaction maybe to Alastor's understandable failure to immediately handle the situation with grace. Though it was a failure they shared.

He wrenches his hand in the tentacle's grasp but it's more out of instinct than a general desire to get away. That gut reaction when pulled back to pull against. Settling after a moment. That anxious frightful energy still coils around his limbs, sparking off his antenna as it tries to dissipate.

It's rather petulant that Vox just wants to scream back that he didn't need a million diamond words or to be immediately swept off his feet in a comforting embrace. He just didn't want to keep feeling so fucking guilty about everything! Rightfully derailed when this ordeal was lumped together with their past. A point so hurtful that it festered and latched onto the nearest well of doubt.

To his credit Vox bites his tongue rather than scream what he's feeling. At least lucid enough to know that it would only make things worse. Between Valentino yesterday and Al today, he actually takes much of it to heart. Though it feels like a knife being stabbed into his chest repeatedly.

Letting Alastor say his entire piece. Granting him a few moments of quiet even before finally adding, "I just don't want to be attacked for something I had no c-control over... I didn't do this on purpose to hurt anyone!" He didn't expect a script. He just didn't want to feel responsible and scorned. To stand accused.

Rather than sound angry or inconsolably upset Vox is just immensely worn out. He'd worn himself ragged these past couple of days. From one hysterical level of emotion to the next without any chance to catch his breath or regain his footing. It felt like someone was always yelling at him for something he'd done wrong. Though none of that was an excuse for his own lackluster handling of the situation thus far.

After that one point is made he falls into the silence Alastor asked- no, demanded from him. Continuing to cry regardless because once it starts it never seems to stop. The arm the tentacle keeps a hold on hanging at his side. Chewing on a finger as he just weakly stares a hole into the floor mulling it over again in his head. Impatient sop. That's a new one. Although not entirely inaccurate is it.

[taniushka12]

fighting for my life trying to draw full body refs for my ocs for art fight

[yandereunsolved]

Breath of a Yandere - ,, Yandere Wild headcanons

tw(s): yandere themes, (Wild) multiple mentions of suicidal ideations/suicide & self depreciation

ꨄ︎ Yandere Wild who met you after waking up in the Shrine of Resurrection. You were a lone traveler from Lurelin Village. You traveled countless months, with many others accompanying you at various points on your journey. You had to know the truth. You had to know if it was true. The rumors about the legendary hero fueled your adventures. You feared the worst, but you found him. He didn't awake at first. You spent weeks traveling out of the Shrine only for necessities.

ꨄ︎ He heard a strange voice coming from the darkness and then saw you. You spoke to him with such a reverence that he wasn't accustomed to. He was incredibly cautious and wouldn't allow you near him. That all changed when you offered him some glazed meat. He shoved it down his throat and suddenly you were his closest companion.

ꨄ︎ Words never leave his mouth. You thought at first it was just the surprise of awakening after a hundred years, but no. He just never spoke to you. He spoke with his hands and through his body language. He taught you most of the Hylian sign language that you know. It is probably better that he doesn't speak. You would be disturbed and greatly flattered about the things he thinks about you.

ꨄ︎ He never leaves your side unless you are both put in a life ending situation. He's like a silent but loyal dog. He is always watching your movements and standing guard over you. You have to cuddle with him before he finally allows himself to succumb to sleep.

ꨄ︎ Guardians? You are staying behind. Shrines? You may stand at the entrance as long as there are no monsters around. If there are then he will kill them and then make you wait. The Divine Beasts? Okay, fine— he allows you in all the Divine Beasts except for Vah Naboris. He allows you to ride with Riju but only because she has the Thunder Helm. However, the Ganonblights? On Hylia's name, no. You go back to the entrance and wait there.

ꨄ︎ Ganon himself? You wait. After your entire journey together, he only speaks one word to you. "Wait." He presses himself against you and makes you hide behind one of the castle pillars. There are tears in his eyes and he is shaking. You are his God(dess). He has killed and sacrificed so much. You saved him. You did. He signs to you. "I face Ganon alone. I can't lose you." His hands get shaky. "I love you."

ꨄ︎ That's the first time he ever says he loves you and his yandere tendencies only get worse from there. More possessive. More obsessive. More puppy-like. He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. He always has an eye on you and doesn't allow you out of his sight. He would never hurt you, but he'll hurt others for you.

ꨄ︎ After the battle you two embrace each other and he sobs quietly into your chest. He allows you to patch his wounds. It's difficult because he's hanging off of you. Zelda is sitting near you both around the campfire. It's a little a lot awkward because she's seen his entire journey. She has seen his feelings for you blossom. A part of her hurts because she won't have her Link back, but was he ever hers? It was just his duty.

ꨄ︎ His memories may have come back but he only has one person in his heart. That person is you. Zelda wants him to come back as a knight. He signs no. He has to stay near you. He will die without you.

ꨄ︎ He thinks the sweetest and most depraved things in his mind. He is constantly praising you within his mind. He wishes he could speak those words but he can't. So he signs them. He shows them through acts of service. His mind is just a constant track about you. Partially this is because of his knight training. He was trained to protect and serve. He was trained to help the princess. His mind still sometimes slips back into that. It's just you, you, you, danger?, you, you, you.

ꨄ︎ On that note, his trauma is constantly fueling his tendencies and how he sees you as his god(dess). He was a child knight, blames himself for failing to protect everyone before Calamity Ganon gave over, and woke up with zero memories and a mission to save all of Hyrule. You were the first person he met. You were and still are his guide to this world. Sure, you aren't fated to be with him. Sure, it could have been just a mistake— but you are the first person that ever got him. You didn't push him to speak. You took your time in learning how to communicate with him. You respected him not just as the hero but a person.

ꨄ︎ He takes interest in whatever you are interested in. He will go so far as trying to replicate what you are doing. He isn't great at art but he'll do his best to draw what you are doing. He shows it you like an excited little kid. He does little poems as well. They are all about his adoration to you and how much he wants to spend time with you. Sometimes they have some blood splatters on them. Don't think about it too hard.

ꨄ︎ He his naturally cautious when all of these goods things become interrupted with the introduction of The Chain. He is like a frightened animal with his hackles up. He has his mastersword pointed to the strange group. They introduce themselves and he relaxes a little. He stays by your side the entire time and makes sure everyone knows that you are taken by him.

ꨄ︎ It's really, really, really hard for him when you say you want to travel with The Chain. His thought process is like this: heartbreak. My God(dess) wants to be around other Links? Why do they want to put themselves in danger? Why? Why? I have to protect them. I have to. I need them near me. Why do they want to travel? Will they still cook for me and me only...? Or will I have to share? You want to travel to different Hyrules and fight monsters with them? You want to see their Hyrules? What if my Hyrule isn't good enough for you?

ꨄ︎ As much as he hates it— he'd do anything for you. He sets some ground rules though. No letting the others get too close. Stay by his side. Tell him everything. And do not, ever, put yourself in harms way. That has been his number one rule since day one. No getting yourself hurt. That scares him the most. He could live without you, but you are alive. He'd barely be alive but he could live. If you died? He'd kill himself and die right next to you. So when you get a scratch he wants, needs, aches to kill the thing that gave you that scratch.

ꨄ︎ You both begin traveling with The Chain and it goes better then expected. Wild is still the same Wild. He may even be getting a little better. The Chain is a bunch of hims. Wild is doing better in a way. He's gotten close to everyone and now knows some of their secrets. He's quiet and he listens. They are unassuming of him. Even the more cautious ones such as Hyrule, Legend, and Time bring their guard down a little. He rarely communicates with them but you know he is acutely listening. He only really signs to you.

ꨄ︎ So, it's perfect. There are a bunch of hims that stay away from you and protect you. He is getting them to trust him. You are safer than you have ever been. Safe. So safe. And if he needs to kill them for you? He's already got the information on them.

ꨄ︎ Wild always buys you things from the villages you all go to. He runs up to you and shoves them into your hands happily. It's one of the few times you see a smile on his usually stoic face. He absolutely adores buying you matching fits. He's practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. He loves matching with you. He even gets you a sword that mimics the mastersword in style. He teaches you how to wield it and everything.

ꨄ︎ He sabotages the others in The Chain if they try to spend time with you. He'll tell you things about them, dark things that he's learned. He'll write them out to you and slip them into your back pocket, your satchel, your bed roll. He'll make them look stupid in front of you. He might accidentally trip them or outbest them in sparring. He makes sure you see the worst of them and the best of him. He doesn't need words to steal your heart all for himself.

ꨄ︎ He always wakes up early and watches you sleep. He tries to resist your warmth to not fall asleep but it's too much. So he wakes up in the morning before you. He watches silently, unblinkingly. He thinks you look so adorable, so pretty, so handsome. You are even more angelic when you are awake. Your smile could even make Ganon fall to his knees.

ꨄ︎ He either makes breakfast for you or with you. He sits guard while you bathe in the river. He wants to take a peek but he doesn't! He's a loyal man. He's tempted. Very tempted though. He loves watching you do your skincare and getting ready though. His eyes rarely leave you while in eyesight.

ꨄ︎ His habits reach their most overbearing after Sage joins The Chain. His life was going so perfect with you. You got protection and he got you all to himself. Now, there's this new version of him. He is acting so... clingy towards you. He just seems so attached to you. Wild begins to get shooed away when Sage is near. You are all about being near Sage. Saving Sage.

ꨄ︎ He refuses to leave your side, even for a moment. He distances himself from the rest of The Chain. He begins to not eat. He begins to not sleep. He gets very nervous and becomes a wreck. He thinks if he does this to himself you'll love him. You loved him when he was like this before. Is this what you want? Do you want someone that needs you? He needs you more than anyone else. He doesn't see any reason to live anymore without you.

ꨄ︎ Like always, you save him. You save him from that dark place and refuse to leave his side. He cuddles into you and refuses to let you go. You feel guilty and you are worried sick about him. Wild almost died and he refuses to tell you why. You were sparring with Sage and suddenly you heard a sword slash in the woods. Wild stabbed himself in the heart with a sword... If it wasn't for Hyrule he'd be dead.

ꨄ︎ You sobbed for hours over his body and you refused to leave. You still do. You are beginning to succumb to his neediness and overprotective ways. Just like Wild wanted. He just needs to be wanted by you. He just needs your love. He just needs one person who will love him above all else.

ꨄ︎ Wild has you, but at Sage's expense. He's extremely irritated that this little boyfriend of yours is taking you away from him. A few of the other Links have mixed, upset, and possessive feelings as well. However, we'll discuss that another time.

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[majosullivan]

Nevermore Dashboard Simulator

🌷 many-coloured-grass Follow

Can we all agree to stop making jokes about each other’s deaths? Making light of someone’s death even as a joke is really gross

🪦 deadgirlwalking Follow

No I was murdered so I can reclaim it

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⏳ dream-within-a-dream Follow

Okay but can someone tell me how posts here are getting so many notes? There’s like around 100 people at the academy and I’m frequently seeing posts with well over 1,000 notes. Like, it would be one thing if these posts were years old but some of them are from 2 days ago. Did I just miss the memo and everyone here has at least 10+ accounts, like WHERE are you guys coming from?

👻 hourofsecrecy Follow

Can the spirits not show their appreciation for people’s commentery? Can the creatures of the night not find humour in wits and gists of others? What is the difference from the newly departed and the Unseen Ones?

⏳ dream-within-a-dream Follow

Absolutely horrific answer, thank you for your time

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🪱 conqueror-of-worms Follow

Tell me why it’s around eight in the morning and the first thing I see while heading to the dining hall is Lenore PINING Annabel Lee AGAINST A WALL

☠️ spookyxskeletons Follow

🪱 conqueror-of-worms Follow

Care to clarify who the hell you were referring to in this post?

☠️ spookyxskeletons Follow

Yes

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🎈 floatinghoax Follow

After everything the afterlife could have been, you’re telling me that I have to go to SCHOOL and have CLASSES that start at 9AM? Truly tempted to walk straight into the wasteland, there’s only so much a second chance at life is worth

#not to mention with have fucking ROOMMATES #this academy is MASSIVE #you’re telling me there isn’t enough room for single rooms in this place?

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🥀 wilted-rose Follow

I’m curious, who do you guys think you could take in their spectre forms?

🥀 wilted-rose Follow

IN A FIGHT

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🎶 decomposingmusic Follow

You’re not about to manifest your spectre, you’re just dehydrated

🩰 ghosting-giselle Follow

out of the way gay boy i’m boutta separate myself from my remaining mortal ties and embrace the abilites of my spiritual form

🩰 ghosting-giselle Follow

nures rom

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🌙 voyage-to-the-moon Follow

do you think the Deans wake up every day, take one look at us before telling Ms. Poppet ‘PUT THOSE BEASTS IN SITUATIONS!’

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🌃 eveningstar Follow

Does anyone know if Duke and Pluto (the two boys friends with Lenore) are an item or not? Cause any time I’ve seen them interact, Duke has consistently referred to Pluto as Mon Minou (my kitten in french) and I’m not sure if the two of them are together or if they’re just…Like That

🌃 eveningstar Follow

UPDATE: SO IT TURNS OUT PLUTO DIDN’T KNOW WHAT MON MINOU MEANT AND FOUND OUT THROUGH MY POST. HIM AND DUKE HAVE BEEN BICKERING ABOUT IT ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE DORM ROOMS

🌃 eveningstar Follow

Despite what you would think would occur from this development, none of this has answered by original question

#I was just curious if these two were gay or just European #by all accounts they might be both

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I think I’m about half with through the manor right now? Honestly this lesson is going much better than I expected!

🍋 gives-you-lemons Follow

RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS R&)26?83@/$

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[about to be eaten by one of the monsters in the Teraphobia trial] okay but do you think I’m cute? Be honest

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🪐 eureka Follow

Do you think that Annabel Lee and Lenore have ever explored each others bodies

🌷 many-coloured-grass Follow

Can you fucking not do this? Not only are they real people, they’re our classmates and clearly can’t stand each other. Stuff like this is weird and gross

🔮 sorcery-sorcery-sorcery Follow

I bet they fucked nasty up at the widow’s watch

🥂 drinking-into-the-grave Follow

This is actually how Lenore won the Mystery Manor lesson

☠️ spookyxskeletons Follow

Sometimes that butch pussy gets you acting unwise

🏵️ pendulum-in-the-pit Follow

THAT

WHAT

🪦 deadgirlwalking Follow

What’s not clicking

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[neontokyoo]

(nsfw or not) Halsin (elf form) in heat from bear mating season and dry humps or ferally takes tav? (consented obviously)

Pairing: Halsin x Fem!Tav

Genre: smut

Summary: Halsin’s animalistic behavior is too much to bear

Warnings: I’m unable to write rough sex while keeping Halsin in character, rough animalistic sex, this wasn’t proofread because I’m tired and more focused on getting this posted before I forget about it and never do it.

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It was that time of year. Halsin couldn’t stand being around anyone right now. All the different smells in the air were making him fucking crazy. Despite not being an actual bear, the Druid found his bear from becoming a part of him over the past few years. The more time he spends in his bear form, the less control he has over the bear in certain situations. And this was one of those situations.

Running the grove was incredibly hard today. Usually mating season wasn’t a huge pain in his ass. Sure, he was always horny and more sensitive than normal, but usually he was able to handle it on his own. This year, however, was different. Maybe it was because of the new adventurer who had been staying at the grove for a while, while they planned their next move. That sounded about right. Ever since Tav showed up, he’s found it much harder to control the beast within him. He hasn’t been this turned on in over a century.

Halsin let out a frustrated groan as he felt his arousal getting stronger. His cock was rock-hard by now and his pants were painfully tight. How the fuck was he supposed to be in charge here if everyone was looking at him like he just crawled out of hell? Obviously, the tension was visible. In several ways. The way he walked like he had a stick up his ass, the way he was grabbing onto everything when he had to sit down, his grip so tight that his knuckles were changing to a ghostly white color. Everyone could tell something was wrong with him, but nobody said a thing.

It got to the point where his only options were to either talk to Tav about his current situation, or retire to his room for the night and fix it himself. And he found the first option to be too embarrassing. So, the elf went back to his room and began to undo his pants. Gods, just undoing the zipper felt much more comfortable than his cock straining against his pants.

But of course right when he was about to take care of his problem, there was a knock on the door. Halsin groaned out of frustration as he quickly put his pants back on and straightened himself up before opening the door. His body tensed as he saw her waiting on the other side. He wasn’t sure if he could hold back much longer now that she was so close to him.

Tav gave him a concerned look, opening her mouth to speak before he harshly grabbed the girl by her wrist and pinned her to the wall of his room, finally burying his nose in the crook of their neck.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice even trembling. “I’m sorry, my love… I don’t know what’s happening right now.”

“Halsin, what’s going on?” Tav arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. She wanted to pull away, but her body craved the connection, the intimacy.

Halsin's breathing grew heavier, and he pulled his face from her neck, his eyes flashing green with hunger. "I need you, Tav," he whispered hoarsely, his voice no longer the calm and sweet one she had grown accustomed to. "Please let me have you. I’m sorry, I’m not myself right now.”

Tav hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked with his, before nodding. She bit her lip, the anticipation making her body tremble. Halsin wasted no time as he quickly undid her armor, his fingertips brushing against her dampness. Tav shivered as another small moan escaped her lips. She knew exactly what was happening, and maybe Halsin wasn’t the only one acting like a bitch in heat. Her own arousal betrayed her.

"So wet for me," Halsin breathed, his voice thick with lust. He pulled his hand away, continuing to undress her until she was completely exposed before him, then swiftly unbuckled his trousers, freeing his throbbing cock. Tav's eyes widened at the sight, her arousal intensifying.

Of course, she and Halsin have been flirting back and forth with each other for a while now, occasionally teasing each other and stealing glances. But she never would have thought she’d be able to have him. Nor did she think it would happen like this.

Halsin hoisted Tav onto the table, spreading her legs wide enough to expose her glistening heat. He positioned himself between them, his cock nudging against her entrance. Tav's hands clenched sage green tablecloth, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. “Halsin…. Please….”

Halsin's eyes flashed with a primal hunger as he took in the sight of Tav's naked body spread out before him on the table. The scent of her arousal filled the air, driving him wild with desire. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a low growl, he thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her tight, wet heat.

"Fuck, Tav," he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "You feel so good. So fucking perfect."

Tav cried out, her back arching off the table as she was filled completely by Halsin's thick, hard cock. It stretched her walls deliciously, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

The new position made the girl let out a loud, pornographic moan as the elf continued to pound into her, hitting her most sensitive areas while also grinding against her clit.

“Halsin…. Fuck-“

Halsin's hands gripped Tav's hips tightly, his body moving in a primal rhythm as he continued to fuck her. His thrusts grew harder and faster, his muscles straining with each powerful movement. Tav's moans grew louder and more desperate, her nails digging into his back.

Tav's words cut off as the elf's lips crashed onto hers, his tongue invading her mouth in a passionate kiss. Halsin's cock throbbed within her, his animalistic hunger for her not abating. He continued to pound into her, their bodies slapping together in a wet, rhythmic symphony.

Usually, Halsin wouldn’t be so rough if it wasn’t for his animalistic desires that were taking over him. There was just something about Tav that made her absolutely intoxicating, making it incredibly hard for Halsin to control himself.

Tav's mind was spinning, the intensity of the moment overwhelming her. She could feel her orgasm building with each thrust, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within her until it was nearly unbearable. She could feel Halsin's own climax approaching as well, his thrusts becoming more frantic, his grunts more desperate.

With a final, powerful thrust, Halsin's body tensed, his cock pulsing deep within her. Wave after wave of his seed filled Tav, the sensation pushing her over the edge. Her own orgasm crashed through her, her inner walls gripping Halsin tightly as she cried out his name.

Halsin's body shuddered as he continued to fill her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Slowly, he pulled out of her, his cock leaving a trail of cum as it slipped from her slick walls. Tav lay there, panting, her body trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Halsin leaned down to kiss her forehead, his breathing finally starting to even out. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice soft and gentle once more. "But I needed that."

Tav looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "Don't be sorry, Halsin," she whispered, her voice thick with contentment. "I needed it too."

The two of them stayed there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Halsin helped Tav down from the table, wrapping a blanket around her shivering form. They shared a tender kiss, the tension between them dissipating.

[lycheedr3ams]

Taming You

fem!reader x toxic!konig

MDNI | DDDNE

Warnings: konig is misogynist, controlling, possessive, slight yandere, pervert konig, toxic masculinity, marking, dub-con, p in v sex, brief mention of ass-slapping, dark content ahead

DO NOT DO THIS IRL EVER. THIS IS ONLY FOR FANTASY

you had first spoken with konig when he needed your help to fix one of his work tablets. you had seen him around on base before, his eyes always on you as you went past, but neither of you approached the other. it took you a few days to fix his device, and during those days you learned his type - it was you. his recent searches on porn websites that he didn't bother to erase described you a little too closely. and the situations that he looked up with your bodily descriptions, well, they made you feel a little sick.

you handed his tablet back to him with a forced smile. but he was so polite as he thanked you that you began to wonder if you had misread his searches.

"danke, meine Schatz," he said so gently as he took the tablet from your hands slowly as not to startle you. the sweet tone in his voice made you let down your guard for a moment. it reflected so obviously in your eyes, and the way your smile became a little less forced and showed more teeth.

"if you ever have a problem with anyone here, you let me know, ja?" he said gently again, as if he were telling you a bedtime story. you blinked and your smile faltered slightly as you processed his words. this time, your smile attempted to tame the beast. to fawn.

"i haven't had any problems here thankfully, i think everything will be okay," you said with a shaky voice.

konig stared at you for a moment, silent and dark, before his voice adopted that soothing tone that no one else had ever heard from him. "still. you come to me. for anything. ja?"

you just nodded as you smiled. there was no way you would get him off your back by fighting him. not that you could, even if you wanted to, verbally or physically.

...

somewhere along the line, konig had become your boyfriend. you weren't really sure how it happened. he asked you out to dinner a few times, and each time, you said yes. you were too scared to say no. konig was always gentle with you though. he always held the door open for you, tipped the waitress well, didn't get handsy with you too soon.

but you would argue with him sometimes. or rather, you would be put in your place.

"you have quite a mouth, you know?" he said lowly as he looked down at you. you challenged his stare with one of your own, but it began to crack as he began to stand up to his full height. "your past man friends let you talk to them like this?"

you nodded, too scared to speak.

konig shook his head from side to side. "not with me, Schatz." his eyes seemed to go even darker from underneath his hood. "you don't talk to me like that, ever," he growled. he bent his back slightly so that he was now completely leaning over you. "i'll teach you how a woman should talk to her man. i will make you behave."

your breathing was deeper as he emphasized that last word. his demeanor, how he was talking to you, infuriated you. everything in your logical mind told you to get a restraining order from him, to switch jobs, block him, to never see him again. your mind told you he was dangerous. controlling.

but the throbbing in your core and your slick-drenched panties told you something else. you stared up at him through your lashes defiantly, but said nothing.

konig seemed slightly satisfied with that. "see? you can be a good girl. you're not used to being with a man. you've been with boys. i will change that."

...

konig tamed you with his cock. you hated to admit that. you denied it every chance you could.

"all it takes is a hard cock to make you behave," he grunted into your ear as he fucked you with your ass in the air and your face pressed into the mattress. you moaned without abandon, relishing the way he perfectly filled you up with each thrust.

you were always so much more obedient after he fucked you. he wouldn't miss the near hearts in your eyes after each session. how you'd look at him so innocently and sweetly as he stroked your hair.

"you're getting better," he whispered into your hair. "you barely talk back anymore. that's how a woman should be."

you knew the things you "talked back" to konig about would all be evidence for a restraining order from him. how he threatened to keep you locked in his room when he saw a text from a guy on your phone (it was your cousin), how he nearly killed the guy who accidentally bumped into you in the hallway one night, how he'd give you so many dark hickeys that you couldn't possibly hide them for work, how he'd silently dare you to talk back to him when he said something you didn't agree with. but all you did was stare angrily at him, and feel your core throb as he tamed you.

but sex with him wasn't always loving. most of the time, it wasn't. he'd hold you down despite your protests of it being too much, and just slam his cock into you over and over and over again. he'd toss you onto any surface he could before he rushed up behind you and shoved it in. he didn't care who heard, or who saw. everyone needed to know that you were his.

but that was evident enough even without hearing you scream his name almost every night. it was the way he would be right behind you wherever you were when he wasn't on duty. how you could barely use the women's restroom without him growing sour. how he'd stare daggers into any man who even dared to glance at you, or how he'd slap your ass in front of a room full of people just so show off his cute little trophy. the way you yelped each time he did it was just so cute.

he did train you how to be the woman he wanted. an obedient, pliable woman who never protested anything he said, and took his cock gratefully every time he gave it to you.

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

Crazy Over You x Min Yoongi

[HYBRID AU]

PART FIVE

Bitter taste, Jealousy and bites.

Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seokjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger, Jungkook/Bunny Hybrid, Hoseok/assistant.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior.

Word count: 8.5k

Genre: Fantasy, hybrids.

SUMMARY》 Yoongi is a black mamba hybrid one of rarest species of hybrids, who’s about to be put down due to his lack of interest in living. But everything changes after the new medical assistance (y/n) takes a liking to him. Meeting after meeting he realise his feelings for her are not the only thing growing.

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Everything went smoothly afterwards, by that would mean nothing eventful happened but things still needed more time to heal. I took Yoongi back to his mating room once the exams were done, after that he seemed tired and didn’t question much once we were there. I never seen him so exhausted before, the entire time he was going under the exams he looked nervous and I worried that it might have something to do with his past. He didn’t say anything till we got to his room and even after that he kept quiet.

I didn’t know what would happen to him now that he was free from Jin’s father, but it was a relief to know he wouldn’t have to put up with extreme tests anymore, he deserved that freedom and i knew he would have more rest from now on. Although i was happy for Yoongi i also couldn’t help but worry about the new hybrid Jin mentioned before, I was afraid he might end up like Yoongi did on his fathers hand, even now that Yoongi was some what free from him I couldn’t help but feel like things weren’t completely over.

I dedicated so many years of my life to this clinic, believing in Jin’s father as the director of this sanctuary a place were hybrids had a chance to make the rest of their lives better, a place where they could heal from their past and recover from their traumas. When I heard about Yoongis past I felt the ground under me fall, at first I couldn’t believe such happened here out of all places and everything we’ve done to help the hybrids. The truth was much harsh then I wanted to believe and I couldn’t help but worry more and more for the hybrids at the clinic, what if it Yoongi wasn’t the only one? What if there were more cases like this still happening?

I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if this carry on happening, I’ve taken care of hybrids for so many years they are beings just like us and deserve to be treated fairly. Yet things like this still happen, it wasn’t of my nature to simply let things go as much as I have to focus on Yoongis situation for now, I wouldn’t let things slide that easily. Jin’s father doesn’t deserve to be the director of the clinic, I understand Jin and how hard it must be for him now especially since his own father it’s solid problem here but that doesn’t mean his dad can make those decisions without being held accountable for it, we manage to free Yoongi only because coincidentally another hybrid was there to take his place, what Yoongi went through could still happen to another hybrid and that wasn’t something i wanted to happen and I wouldn’t let it happen.

I made sure Yoongi was left resting and seeing as he went straight to sleep after getting in his room I knew I could leave and he would be fine for now. This week has been very stressful for Yoongi and I kept thinking if rushing with the exams on him wasn’t pushing him too much at this point, from the outside one seemed to be doing much better now but looks could lie when it came to your health and I worried for him more and more. All this time hes been under experiments cold have done some real damage to his body and we had to make sure he was fine - I had to know if he was fine.

Once I got in the small computer room I’m meet with Jin’s figure standing beside one of the assistants who sat on the chair while showing Jin the exams results, this would be my last stop for tonight it was already way past my work time and I had been in the clinic for the entire day to make sure Yoongi was fine after everything that happened. So much had happen today and my body was begging to go home now. I could feel the tiredness at every muscle.

- y/n come look at this - said Jin, once he notice my presence as I approached them.

As I stood beside him I looked up at the exams shown on the screens in front of me, there were two screens in which one showed Yoongis vitals in the moment the exam were taken and the other was a full body image scan from his internal structure and every muscle on his body.

- how is he? - I asked checking the screens.

- he is fine from what we can tell from the results - said the assistant whose name on the badge on his coat said “Jake” while looking up at me and Jin - he does not have any fractures or internal bruises.

- that’s good to know…

- although y/n, i think you should talk to him - Jin added, his eyes stared into mine with worry in that moment.

- why? - i asked noticing the look he shared with the assistant.

- tell her what you said to me - Jin leaned against the table crossing his arms over his chest.

Something seemed to be wrong and I knew it in that moment when Jin turned his gaze away from mine, worry began to boil over every cell on my body. Yoongi didn’t seemed to be okay the whole time during the exam and now that Jin has been acting strangely, I felt even more uneasy.

- well, if you look here y/n… - the assistant Jake said, pointing at the screen in front of him showing Yoongis body scan - you see this red waves of light on his body?

The screen showed Yoongis thermal image scan, commonly used to detect any differences or slight changes on the hybrids health since infrared emissions from a body are directly related to their temperature. From the looks of it his body seems to be emitting more heat then a normal hybrids should, I’ve never seen anything like that before.

- his body temperature seems pretty high, could it be fever? - I asked.

- in this case not exactly, you see the hints of pink around him? - i only nodded to him as he continued explaining, still not understanding what he meant with all that - this kind of waves are hormones and from the looks of it they kept coming back and forth bigger, in this scale it means the hybrid is under heat.

- what? - I exclaimed.

- i felt skeptical at first too, since you mentioned that he has no heat - Jin added, turning to look at me - but the exams tell otherwise.

- behavior exams would have to be taken if you want to make sure of it but, it is very clear in the scan that he is in heat - the assistant Jake affirmed.

- I understand… its just, why would he lie about it? - i held my forehead in contemplation, walking to the other side of the room I didn’t know what to do in this moment and as i turned to Jin feeling as lost as he seemed i knew were complicated now.

- maybe he.. he was trying to delay the mating process - Jin muttered.

I didn’t know how to feel in that moment, it was much clear that Yoongi has been lying this entire time about his heat and I couldn’t deny any of it. I was disappointed to know he’s been hiding that from me all this time, i felt a little betrayed even but I couldn’t blame him for hiding it from me as much as i hated to admit, Yoongi has been through a lot is natural that he wouldn’t trust so easily. The fact that he has been hiding his thought meant we couldn’t hold the proper care for him, he could be in much discomfort if not taken care of too.

I kept thinking about Jin’s words for the rest of the night, Yoongi had good reason for trying to delay the procedures since he’s been through much worst and i wondered if he thought it wasn’t just a get away to hurt him and for that reason he tried to delay the process, It was great to know that Yoongi was perfectly fine after all that hes been through but the fact that he was hiding from me his heat this whole time made me uneasy. It meant i was completely wrong this whole time about him, I couldn’t help but feel like a failed to notice something so crucial this whole time. I should’ve know it before anyone since i was the closest to him and now his actions so far had a complete different meaning especially since i knew the truth now.

Later as me and Jin were exiting the clinic he made sure to assure me he would be taking care of Yoongi tomorrow since i wasn’t going to be present, while telling me to rest for the big day on Monday we said our goodbyes.

My body was completely exhausted, once i got home all i could do was fall over the sofa tiredly and contemplate todays events even though all I wanted was to rest different from my body my mind simply couldn’t turn off. I couldn’t stop thinking about Yoongi, replying all of his behaviors in my head collecting every piece to put together the puzzle I didn’t when i was with him in the clinic. The more i thought about it the more guilty i felt, it was clear from the moment i saw him for the first time and yet it went right past me. I had been working with hybrids for so long that something like this shouldn’t go unnoticed by a doctor, i simply ignored all of the signals. Feeling even more embarrassed i had let myself wonder to the point i let him bite me and do even more after - why on earth would he do that if not from being under heat? - Yoongi wasn’t heaving bad side effects from the heat stimulants when he acted out and attacked someone, it was clear to me since he was actually in heat but I couldn’t picture why he acted that way to someone, if the heat stimulants were effecting him this whole time it would explain why he felt attracted to me - i still couldn’t understand why he would attack someone and i kept rethinking again and everything but nothing came to mind.

What was i suppose to do with this information now? Yoongi could be lying about more things to me and I wouldn’t even know. Jin did advise me into talking to him about it but how can I believe now?

As angry as i was with him now, i know he didn’t do it on purpose. He must have a reason for hiding things about himself, as Jin mentioned he must be trying to delay the mating process but I couldn’t help thinking there was more to it then it shows. I can’t blame him for that even if it makes me angry, i too am lying and hiding things from him - after all he was the victim here not me.

I still can’t believe how messy my emotions have become ever since i meet him, the more time i spent with him the more he captivated me in ways i never thought were possible. I never once felt this way about a hybrid before, it was never a problem treating them until a meet Yoongi. The snake hybrid i never even though to meet once was now under my care, more then that i manage to break the rules of the clinic because of him and the more I told myself I wouldn’t cross those lines again i simple failed miserably.

Looking back now i don’t really know what about him that makes my body burn in the best way possible but every time i was with him it felt like every cell on my body wanted to be close to him. I didn’t wanted to cross that line again if it meant hurting him.

i just had to do the right thing for now.

For the both of us.

[…]

Sunday went by so fast I didn’t really got much rest. I bearly had any sleep last night, kept thinking about Yoongi and an unsettling feeling was boiling up inside me the more i thought about today. Meeting Yoongi today shouldn’t be so hard after all i was his doctor but we crossed that line so many times our relationship was anything but a normal doctor and patient type of relationship anymore. I didn’t know were to stand in this i know i didn’t stoped myself from going over the lines and that led to the moment i was most afraid of, my emotions were everywhere torn into pieces and spread all over the floor. It felt like i was sinking alone in a boat. All my fear were washed away from my mind as soon as it as with Yoongi, everything made sense to me but as soon as i left his room I’m once again alone in that boat.

Trying to ignore those feelings were useless now, I can’t hide from him how i feel. I’ve been trying miserably to do that and it only got us both hurt, i wanted to tell him everything but that meant Alison telling him the truth about this whole process to begin with. It was selfish of me to think of that, what would he think of me once i tell him? I certainly don’t expect a hug from him, he would probably hate me. After everything i felt like I owed him the truth, he must think I’m playing with his feelings and since he is in heat all his senses were in a much higher frequency. To distract myself from the nervous feeling that runs down my whole body, i tried to think about my tasks for the day ahead of me useless as his lies were still stuck in my head.

The whole night i kept rethinking about the incident that led him into bitting another coworker at the clinic, I was afraid he hurt someone without a reason now that i knew he was hiding his heat and more than anything i feared it was because of me.

Hybrids in heat can get very dangerous sometimes, their instincts are at maximum speed going beyond any rational thought. If taken too lightly it can end up very messy - i took it much lightly that time by ignoring clear sings of heat all because it came from Yoongi - all this time I’ve been so caught up in my feelings for him I didn’t notice how much that would cost me. I’ve never had that problem before but Yoongi just had that hypnotic aura around him I didn’t even notice when it was too late. Questioning even more my capabilities as his doctor, maybe it was best if i took some time out of this.

I keep getting distracted by him every time I’m with him and that is costing us too much, maybe I’m not the right person to do this as Jin had believed. Certainly falling in love with his patient didn’t include in that faith.

The more that creeped into my mind the more stressed i felt, since today was the first step for the mating process i was already making my way to Yoongis mating room to encounter Jin there and from then carry on a quick check up on Yoongi before anything happens, the hybrids would meet for the first time today and all i could think about was the unsettling feeling inside my stomach.

While being free from the directors claws Yoongi would still proceed with the mating since Jin decided that carry on the mating process would be more beneficial for the hybrids as they would be able to meet someone just like themselves for the first time and have the opportunity to engage on their journey together. Now that we found out about Yoongis heat as well Jin thought it would be much better for him since things were escalating faster then he thought.

Hybrids have the natural need of a mate, it is more then sexual desire but a connection they can count on and protect. Hybrids without a mate often end up in severe depression and in very rare cases they might die of loneliness.

The importance of the mating process goes beyond continuing the species.

As I’m making my way through the white corridors of the seventh floor to Yoongis mating room I find Jin also going in the same direction, his attention fully on the papers he had at hands. I quickly matched up with him finally getting his reaction to my presence.

He gave me a small smile before turning to look ahead of us as we got closer to Yoongis room.

- how are you feeling about today? - he asks.

- nervous but.. excited for Yoongi - i tell him, trying my best to ignore the bitterness under my tongue.

- me too, i truly hope this goes well for him - he added, before signaling towards the door for Yoongis room.

I quickly made my way to opened for us inserting the code for it on the digital screen beside the door, it made a sound before opening completely and i walked in before Jin.

The lights were on a warmer tone then usual and the room temperature seemed more humid this time, aware of Yoongis presence lying down on his bed almost fully covered on the messy sheets of his nest if not for his dark hair you could bearly tell he was there, at out noisy entire he slowly began to get up. The view of his full figured instantly making my heart beat faster from both nervous and eagerness at the same time. Once I heard the sound of the door closing behind me as Jin took place beside me giving me a small smile of encouragement and I took a few breaths before approaching Yoongi on his bed as he slowly sit up staring at both Jin and i.

- hey Yoongi, i came to check your skin today, mind if i do? - i ask him softly, his eyes went from Jin to me before tiredly nodding.

It felt much different seeing him now I didn’t want to make this uncomfortable but something already felt wrong when i saw him today. It just seemed like the Yoongi i knew before wasn’t here anymore, i know it was him right there but something about him was different. Maybe it was just me and my point of view from him had changed since the exams came proving about his heat, all my internal monologues about his behavior and the fact that there was much more that he was hiding.

I can’t just make him tell me everything and that wasn’t what I wanted, what I wanted was for him to trust me but that wasn’t something you could force. It just bothers me how he didn’t trust me yet when I had all those feelings for him boiling inside me to the point i could feel the bitterness at the tip of my throat.

I watched as Yoongi got up not saying anything as he unbuttoned his white shirt to expose his scales, walking closer to me stopping a feet away in front of me while he did so. Aware of how he kept looking behind me at Jin, i could only wonder why he seemed to be so concerned about his presence every time he was around but, now that i know the truth about Jin’s father i can only assume is because he knows Jin’s the son of the men who did this to him.

Once he was done I started by examining the scales on his neck carefully moving the shirt away to enough uncover more of his skin, i was glad to see his neck scales seemed fine now moving on to the scales on his ribs the last time I checked them he had some deep scratches on them but now it seemed it had healed much more, Yoongi was recovering pretty fast that was good news at least.

I moved around him to check his back sliding the shirt down to expose the skin for my eyes, his back was the part we’re the most damage was done but now the marks of scratching were almost completely healed.

- your skin is in much better condition - i comment walking around to stand in front of him.

- that’s good to hear - Jin added, a smile on his face walking over to us to hand me Yoongis medicine.

- thanks Jin - i took the small container from his hands, ignoring the small mint our finger slightly brushed over each others.

Looking up to Yoongi as he seemed to sand daggers through his eyes at Jin, the tension was set in the room way before I had stared but now it was even thicker. Cleaning my throat to get his attention which worked as he now started into my eyes with his dark eye dark glossy ones.

- here this are supplements, you’ll take them for a while - i tell him while handing him the pills - since you just started eating again you’ll need this to help balance your diet.

He nodded taking the pills from my hand and swallowing them all at once.

- I’ll get you some water… - before i could take one step away from him he held my arm back, pulling me towards him.

- don’t need it - he murmured over my face, eyes looking for mine as I nervously looked anywhere but him.

It wasn’t too much but a single act could spike a different thought on Jin, i worried he would get things wrong or not so since it wasn’t a lie something was going on between me and Yoongi but now it wasn’t the time for that. His grip over my arm wasn’t too hard and that wasn’t what was making me even more nervous now, the fact that Jin was present there was. Usually Yoongi doesn’t go too far in front of someone else and it made me anxious that he had pulled me too close, the last thing i wanted was for anyone to find out about us. More especially, Jin.

- ok.. - i pushed him slightly away.

I didn’t know how to act in that moment, forcing myself to look up at Jin who just stood there looking at us questioning, he didn’t comment but I knew he catched something the moment our eyes met.

- just got a message from Namjoon he’s ready now, can we carry on? - Jin said.

I was thankful for the change of subject, if he would ask about it later I wasn’t so sure. Jin was more invested on Yoongis case now and from everything that has happened he wanted to get all the details from him to make sure we could treat him with anything he might need.

If Yoongi was showing signs of discomfort with someone we must separate them immediately and it is the opposite we need to know why to ensure his recovery. Being closed to people when you need to be taken care of is not the best scenario. I didn’t know if Jin was catching on it but I couldn’t bet on it to find out.

Yoongi was showing more signs of heat as his need for closure was growing more by now, i didn’t wanted to test how territorial he could get with Jin’s presence.

- oh, yes - I turned back to Yoongi - today is the first step of the mating process, we’ll introduce you to your… partner, soon she will be brought here is that okay with you?

We had everything set up already but asking him first was a safety measure, if one of the hybrids didn’t felt like they can go on to meet we need to cancel it immediately and then make sure they are able to carry on later.

He sighted loudly and then nodded, closing the buttons of his shirt impatiently.

It seemed I wasn’t the only bitter one about this. He wasn’t much happy about the mating from the moment he heard about it, I still didn’t know why thought. Yoongi was the first male hybrids I’ve ever treated who didn’t seem to want to mate, although the signs he needed that were clear and he could bearly hide them anymore, he kept his guard. In that thought I remember how he’s been lying about it, we still had much to talk about that but there wasn’t the right time for it so for now we just had to get over the first step of the mating process.

A grip on my hand made me stop on my tracks as I had turned to leave already, I looked over my shoulder seeing as Yoongi was standing right behind me. Turning completely to look at his face, his mouth opened and closed a few times and he looked down still holding my hand.

- are you going to watch this? - he murmured only for me to hear, his question catches me off guard, dark eyes looking behind me and I didn’t need to turn to know he was looking at the mirrored glass wall.

- I have to, is part of the process - i tell him honestly.

He nodded understanding, letting go of my hand. I give him a small smile before turning to leave.

Nothing much then both hybrids being introduced and having a time for themselves alone to get to know each other would happen now, although we didn’t know how Yoongi would react since his heat had already started. We don’t usually put hybrids in heat to mate but let them get to know each other before that happens to ensure their safety, since his case was very delicate we had no choice but to continue with the process.

Jin and I left his room as he massage Namjoon to confirm he could bring the female hybrid to the mating room, for the first steps of the mating process as their doctors we must watch over them as they meet for the first time and ensure they are okay while doing so. Anything could happen in that moment from good to worst case we should still be ready and prepared to assist the hybrids.

For that a small room was designed right beside his separate by the window, he couldn’t see us here only his own reflection.

Me and Jin quickly took our place there waiting for Namjoon to come, i could see Yoongi in the room through the glass window as he just stood there in the middle of his room were I had left him waiting.

Jin was walking from side to side looking at his phone from time to time he seemed nervous but excited at the same time, i wish i could share the same feeling but the more i waited for what was to happen the more bitterness seems to grow at the tip of my throat making me swallow hard multiple times.

It was so selfish of me to feel this way - I couldn’t only think of that - getting attached to a hybrid on this level wasn’t right especially for my position. I could only get hurt in the end. Yet here i stood, feeling my heart beating faster and faster as the minutes passed, stomach doing flips inside me.

The was the muffled sound of the door in the room opening but i didn’t look up, I was afraid to even look at it. Anxiously staring at floor instead, Jin moved beside me to get closer to the mirrored window thankfully not noticing my face. The sound of Namjoons voice on the other side of the wall filled the small room I was in as he entered the mating room with the female hybrid.

That was it, my heart clenches in my chest. Looking up finally to see his back turned to us as he faces Yoongi a few feet away from him and the presence of the female snake hybrid right beside Joon.

My eyes immediately turned to the female hybrid, it was the first time I saw her too the only thing I knew about here was that she wasn’t a black mamba like Yoongi but a python. No one knew if breeding two different snake species would work in their favor but snake hybrids were already difficult to find and there wasn’t much choice.

I could only see her from the back but I could tell she was much smaller then him, maybe a few inches shorter then me, she had long black hair that went down her hips and from the looks she had a very petit figure wearing the usual gray uniform from the clinic.

Namjoons voice filled my ears as he quickly introduced them to one another, none of the hybrids moving forward or saying anything as he speaks only. The introduction didn’t took much longer for my displeasure and once he was done with his he left the room, leaving both hybrids alone.

It seemed like the moment he closed that door to leave my insides were doing a roll back and forth like a roller coaster, all the air in my lungs were gone completely as i watched both hybrids through the glass wall, bottom lip harshly pressed against my teeth as if it would stop my stomach from doing flips.

They couldn’t see us here and i was glad, for once i felt like I would be able to hold my facial expressions as my whole world seemed to be falling apart. Voices deep down in my mind screaming even more, louder each time.

‘’you should be happy for him’’

‘’you don’t deserve him’’

‘’stop acting so selfish’’

I knew he would forget me completely once he meet the female hybrid, someone who’s just like him. She would be better to him then me, hybrids were made for each other not for humans. We were here to help them not use them, that hybrid would be able to complete him in a way I could never and can share with him the connection he needs. I should’ve knew better before, hybrids act on instinct completely when it comes to their heat. I should’ve know better before letting he take me in the bathtub, before he kissed me. I should’ve had set the lines between us, now is too late.

Watching as he was the first one to make a move and walk up to the female hybrid, heart clenching in my chest as he closed the distance between them completely, grabbing the female hybrids face to turn to the other side.

The air was punched out of my lungs at the sight of them, i wished i could just brushed it off and forget it already. But the sight of in front of me was the hard pill I had to swallow, specially once Yoongi leaves a lick over her cheek.

At that i found the strength to turn around, lucky for me no one notice my displeasure as i did so.

My bottom lip burned from biting to hard into it, the taste of blood wasn’t enough to cover the bitterness though. I didn’t wanted to look at it anymore, focusing on the white wall instead - so this is what is like to have your heart broken?

How can it even feel this bad?

From that point things happen much faster, like a rushed dream. I stared over Namjoon in front of me who was now watching both hybrids with a hard expression on his face, I couldn’t tell why as I didn’t have the strength to watch anymore.

- get out of here.

Yoongis mufled voice on the other side of the wall filled my ears, I felt a cold chill down my spine at the words. His voice was bitter full of displeasure, something I never heard before even when he clearly showed dislike towards the other doctor.

In that second Namjoons eyes turned to mine worried.

- we need to hurry there.

He didn’t have to say twice. I only nodded in agreement fallowing him out of the small room and rushing towards the mating room, something seemed to have desperately wrong while they were there. This was the reason why we had to stay by, anything can happen to the hybrids when they are alone.

The weight in my chest still present as i entered the mating room behind Namjoon and he didn’t hesitate to approach the female hybrid carefully, leading her out of there while muttering words of assurance to her.

I didn’t move at all, my feet wouldn’t let me and every time I looked at him that image popped in my mind but I shouldn’t just stand there this wasn’t the time to let my feelings get in the middle.

I waited until i was sure Namjoon had left with the female before saying anything, something had gone wrong between them already even though they didn’t share a single word, Yoongi had rejected the female hybrid.

- Yoongi, you okay? - i carefully walked to him.

- no… - he said, he had his back turned to me the whole time - i dont wanna do this…

I sighted looking at the floor. He never wanted in the first place, we only did what we thought was going to be the best for him due to the circumstances but it completely slipped out of my mind we had been ignoring his displeasure with the whole process.

- I know… and I’m sorry for not respecting your feelings against it - I muttered, walking towards him till I was close enough to his figure.

I didn’t know what to do, what would be safe to do in that moment. He had shown anger before and I didn’t know if he wouldn’t do the same to me but something about how his tone was lower now gave me the confidence to carefully i hold his hand in mine feeling his cold fingers intertwined with mine, my heart was instantly filled with relief. Watching as he turned around slowly to face me, I looked up into his dark eyes as with his other hand he reached to hold my chin between his fingers so carefully like a touch of feathers.

- i want you y/n, no one else - he whispered his confession over my lips - just you.

- Yoongi…

The words were completely stolen away from me just like my breath.

- please… - he took another step forward making me take another backwards - have my heat with me.

His words were making me feel dizzy, he continued to walk making me nervously take steps back. All air in my lungs were punched out of me.

Heat?

Why would he say such thing right now?

Why would he make me so flustered after licking someone else’s face?

I was completely unable of forming a single same thought in that moment, the heat rising up to my checks as he continued with that game until his words repeated so much in my head all I could think about was;

- you lied to me.

It came out breathlessly through my bloody lips, enough to stop him in his tracks once he had me caged between his body and his bad. Dark eyes locked into mine, the back of my knees touching the edge of the bed and in a breath of moment he simply pushed me over the it and a gasp left my lips, I look up at him now sitting in front of him as his lowers himself down between my legs on his knees.

- i did.. - he confesses, hands slowly reaching up to rest over my thighs - you lied too.

I wasn’t surprised to hear that, I knew he was aware of it.

- i don’t wanna lie anymore - i sighted, his hand held my chin to look at him - the truth is…

My words stopped him from leaning forward, he looked up from my lips to my eyes clearly not expecting me to continue but I had to. This conversation had to continue, I can’t hide things from him anymore.

-the person responsible for hurting you all this years set this process up, they wanted to take you down but not before…. - I paused, taking another breath before continuing looking down from his face to my hands over my lap - to make you reproduce another of your specie.

I don’t lie how much relief I felt after telling him, like a weight had left my chest. But no relief was enough to cover the pain of telling him the truth, the fear of losing him once he knows everything.

- I see… well, I expected that - he spat bitterly, getting up to leave.

That fear creeping inside my chest once again, I desperately held his hand before he could take another step.

- I couldn’t let them do that to you… - I tried to explain - that’s why I’ve been…

- that’s why you’ve been so kind to me? - he scoffed, pulling away from me - no wonder you’ve always been so against us being together.

- Yoongi…

- why don’t you go back to that Jin guy you like so much? - he spat.

When he took the first step away was filled by a an unsettling fear, I could no longer take this. I’ve been miserably trying to hide my feelings thinking this was the right the thing to do for him but now, after everything and seeing him go like that I couldn’t keep failing him.

- i said no more lies - I murmured holding his hand before he could walk away, pulling him closer till he was at the same height as my eyes - i.. i want to be with you too…

The words left my lips breathlessly, in that exact moment with him I realized I could no longer hide my feelings for him. I didn’t wanted to hurt him and keeping things from Yoongi all this time was the worst decision I made. So I took another deep breath as he kneeled down in font of me again, before I continued.

- the truth is, this whole time i was afraid - i tell him honestly - I didn’t know if any of this was right, when i first heard about your case I immediately knew i had to save you and now that i know everything i just… i dont wanna lose you Yoongi. I want you too.

At this point i was biting into my lower lip so hard to stop the tears from falling, looking anywhere but him right now. My face burned with shyness at my confession, it was too late to hide anything, too late to stop what we created when clearly none of us wants to.

I felt his hold on my chin again one arm closing around my waist as he pulled me in a hug. I held him tightly only realizing in that moment how badly I needed that, feeling his warm body against mine, all the bitterness from before completely melted away. As he pulled away from me enough only to look into my eyes, his lips brushing softly over my cheek i could feel a small smile forming over his lips.

- took you long enough… - he murmured against my cheek.

-Yoongi… - i groaned, feeling my eyes burn.

With those little words from him I knew everything was gonna be fine, as I rested my forehead against his feeling all the worries wash away from my mind as he softly caressed my jaw.

- mate with me y/n… - he murmured against my face softly - please, my whole body is burning for you if i don’t take you now I’m gonna go insane.

- but I’m human… I can’t - i said, nervously but he quickly cuts me off.

- that don’t mean anything to me, if you dont mind me as I’m - he said breathlessly, holding my chin to look into his dark glossy eyes.

- i don’t mind you at all…

- then… - he brushed his fingers softly over my jaw down my neck, pulling my shirt slightly down show more of the skin.

From the look in his eyes i knew exactly what he meant by that, i knew this was not the best choice to make in this moment but i didn’t wanted to stop him. I wanted him just as bad.

- you can bite me now….

I had no intention to deny it anymore how much I longed for Yoongi. All this time I’ve been helplessly trying to suppress my feelings for him, they only grew stronger. Now I can’t do that anymore, I don’t think I can ever see him again with someone else who isn’t me.

The words that left my lips seemed to initiate a fire in his dark eyes, I never seen before and just like a touch of a switch in a second he was a complete different him, burning desire under those glossy eyes stared right into mine before he finally claimed my lips between his.

A groan of pleasure raised from his chest vibrating through his whole body, pushing me back into the bed as he kneeled between my legs one hand beside my head to support his upper body.

He pulled away gently as he draws over my jaw with his fingers, my hands rested at my sides feeling my whole body melting at his touch. Eyes locked over his wet lips, he seemed to notice his effect over me chuckling softly before taking my bottom lip between his again this time sucking deliciously hard on it then pulling away once again, teasing me to his own pleasure.

- i taste blood on your lips…. - he murmured, I looked up to his eyes as he caressed said bottom lip.

- oh, sorry?

- why did you hurt yourself? - he asked, tracing down my jaw to my neck then sliding over my collar bones trespassing my shirt.

- I was…. nervous a guess… when I watched you guys…- my cheeks burned under his eyes, I could bearly form any sentences with his finger trailing down my chest.

- don’t do that again - he said, holding my chin up to look at his eyes - don’t hurt yourself because of me again.

- I won’t… i mean… no-

He cuts me off immediately with leaning down my lips to lick over my bottom lip, feeling his wet tongue over my lips were the end of me. All self control I thought I had were gone in that instant and pulling him even more closer to kiss him, finger closing between the back of his hair.

My own moan was engulfed by his groan against my lips as I claimed his tongue, kissing him hungrily.

I didn’t wanted that moment to end ever, to feel his hands rushing all over my body as our bodies bun with desire the need to feel each other growing at every second. In that moment nothing else mattered, it was just the two of us intertwined with each other, loving each other desperately how we’ve been yearning for.

I had no thoughts of a tomorrow, all I wanted was in this present moment. It never matter that he was a hybrid, I was attracted to him the moment my eyes fell over him. Knowing he was different, knowing everything and that he lied I still loved him. I still want him, for who he is no matter what.

Pulling his hair harder the moment he left my lips to leave kisses over my jaw, not trying to be careful anymore as he continued to leave love bite’s trailing down my neck.

- you’re mine.. - he whispers, kissing softly under my ear.

I closed my eyes harder feeling my whole body melt under him, holding into him tightly draining my face on his neck feeling his scales at the tip of my nose. A shaky breath leaving his lips in that moment and my entire body tingled at the knew erogenous spot I found on him, burning with excitement i begin to kiss softly over the scales on his neck feeling his breathing fastening above my skin.

A sentiment of accomplishment filled me encouraging me to be bolder and I carefully bit into his ear lobe, I didn’t know what I was doing and was immediately surprised when he held my arms above my head in a second after i bit him.

Looking up into his eyes as he leaned his forehead against mine completely breathless, cheeks red and sweat beginning to form on his skin. He seemed just as surprised.

- sorry… - I managed to mumble.

- no… I’ve never been bitten before, it’s so good… - he confessed.

- does it mean more to you? - I asked, still confused and hot under him.

He only nodded over me a smirk forming on his lips. My cheeks instantly turned red.

- means the same for when I bite you… - he murmured - you’re mating with me… you’re accepting me.

- Yoongi… - I free from his hold over my hands to close my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me - I’ll always accept you.

Claiming his lips with mine again, this time i could feel all his body melt above mine with all his worries washing off of him in that moment.

If only I could froze this moment with him and stay in here forever, maybe then I wouldn’t have to worry about tomorrow so much. If we would ever be able to be together like again.

Bold of me to assume this wouldn’t have any consequences, bold of me to let myself cross that line again today of all days.

The moment I heard the sound of the door opening I knew it was my doom and I didn’t think twice before pushing Yoongi away, quickly getting up into a sitting position as he reluctantly stood right there here not letting me go.

The mixed feelings I had in that moment would never be enough to describe how desperate I felt the second my eyes leaned over Jin’s figure standing right there.

No one said a single word for the longest second of my life, Jin looked at us then turned to the side showing his profile. Keeping his composure before speaking.

- I see what happened here, for now I need to speak in private with y/n - he said.

I couldn’t decipher what emotions exactly were crossing his eyes in that moment, I’ve never seen that side of him in all years of my career.

Looking up at Yoongi again pushing him by the chest slightly to get up this time he moved away for me, reluctantly but still. Before I could even take a step on Jin’s direction Yoongi held me back by the waist, turning to look at him now only to find his gaze staring back at Jin.

I could feel his whole body tensed up beside me and I knew he was ready to take matter in his own hands against Jin if he need to, this was not the best moment for such thing to happen Yoongi clearly took Jin’s words as a confrontation, a challenge against him over me.

- shit, Jin… I… - I breathed out shakily.

Noticing how I felt Yoongi instantly held my waist tighter.

- i don’t intend on making things more difficult than they have to be - Jin said, yes looking over Yoongi.

- really? Doesn’t look like - Yoongi spat at him, taking front of me protectively.

- no, Yoongi is fine… I should talk with him - i said, gently holding his arm.

He kept his gaze over Jin’s figure before slowly looking back at me.

- you’re leaving me… - it wasn’t a question.

- I’m not… ever - I murmured back to him, holding his face between my hands as i softly caressed his ear lobe the same I had bitten into before - I’m yours and you’re mine.

He closed his eyes leaning over my touch before slowly nodding.

- i’ll be right back okay? - at my words he opened his eyes, looking at Jin before turning back to me.

- ok.

I didn’t wanted to.

But I had to go now and fix things with Jin or else things my go down pretty badly especially since Yoongi feels like his territory has just been invaded, he was still under heat and could act out at Jin. I would hate to happen because of me, I must clear this out now. That is if I can even do that, i knew this would happen sooner or later I just hoped it could’ve at least wait until tomorrow.

With one last look at Yoongi taking a picture of his beautiful face right now to look back whenever I wanted to, I didn’t know how things would go from now or if I would ever get another chance to see him. I could only hope for.

I turned around to leave fallowing as Jin exists the room leaving the door opened for me, i don’t look back if I did I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to leave.

In my head I couldn’t even complain about my own stupidity, feeling like a child that was going to be lectured by her parents for not fallowing the rules. I didn’t meet Jin’s gaze once we were out of Yoongis room, being embraced by the cold air the corridors of the seventh floor. I felt even smaller under his gaze.

He stood there in front of me not saying anything and I could only feel my anxiousness grow, bitting into my bottom lip I feared now would be the last time I’d see Yoongi.

- y/n…

- shit, Jin! - I interrupted him, helplessly feeling like my whole world has coming to an end. Eye burning with tears.

- y/n let me begin… - he said, hands holding my shoulders to make me look at him and I did.

I expected to see anger on his eyes, disgust even disappointment but I didn’t. He still had the same softness in his features as he always had.

- i understand, okay? - he softly said - i… know it might sound crazy but, is okay.

Is okay?

- what? Why?

- you… you’re just like my mom - he sighted, a small smile forming on his lips.

I was completely at loss for words, just what was happening right now?

I felt like I was getting dizzy at this point, I couldn’t understand a single word that came out of his mouth. I know Jin was a kind soul but this doesn’t make any sense to me, he shouldn’t be okay with this. What is happening?

All the years I spent working with Jin brought us closer to the point I knew, the more I looked into his eyes I knew something wasn’t right, he was hiding something from me in that moment and i wants sure if I truly wanted to hear it now.

- I’m so sorry to throw this at you now, I’ll explain everything later - he said, and I begin to feel even more anxious - all you need to now now is that, Yoongi is… he’s my brother.

Then the ground underneath me opened and swallowed me whole.

Shit, Jin.

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[curtain-caller]

So I'm looking forward to seeing all the interpretations and headcanons people make for The Lucky Contestant (who I will also join in calling them "Lucky"), but I'm curious... Okay, raise of hands, who else here also pictures Lucky as a crafty, greedy, overconfident, sassy, morally bankrupt little shit (affectionate)? Or is that just me? Idk I just get those vibes from their choices in the game (elaboration below)

Like... the implications that they were combing through hundreds of boxes to get a tape to join the show??? That they were counting the boxes and keeping track??? The fact that the only way to escape at the start is to run PAST the giant fucking beast mauling another contestant instead of running AWAY from it??? Not to mention them leaving the other remaining contestants behind in doing so.

The fact they didn't hesitate when Deputy Duck pecked at them, fucking grabbing him by the neck and throwing him against the wall??? That screamed "I'm not fucking around, are you going to cooperate or not?" kind of energy. The way they barely move when they come across the Real Frankie in front of the monitors??? Like, I know you can't move during that segment probably so you don't just miss the cutscene, but in-universe, Lucky has ample opportunity to turn and fucking run, and we know damn well their fear response isn't freeze, it's flight.

Just. The entire noob noob section. I feel like they flinched one time during that and that was when they caught the first one, but only because the explosion caught them off guard. That slowed them down for 1 second, maximum. Hell, I've seen a few players laugh at that part, I feel like Lucky would too. The fact that there's no objectives to even try to escape Frankie's great value Parkour Civilization??? Like, in a game like this, I'd expect at one point for there to be an attempt to just escape the game entirely once shit hit the fan, only for the protagonist to realize the only way out is to begrudgingly play along and win. But nope. Lucky came here for the money, and they're getting that money. AND THE FACT THEY DO??? AND THEY'RE THE FIRST EVER ONE TO DO SO??? The way they just strut back into Frankie's office after their 57th near-death experience and look him right in the eye??? The whole ending segment where they go for another season??? It's not framed at all like they were forced to go again, because the Real Frankie just offered his hand out, and when we cut back, Lucky is casually looking at the ratings screen while standing on top of a pile of corpses. There are open gaps on the floor they can be standing on instead! But nope, just chilling on top of some dead bodies. Obviously we can't tell what their facial expressions are with the mask on, but they don't seem afraid or even all that tense about their situation either. To me, Lucky is the type of guy to go "I'm not gay, but 20 bucks is 20 bucks". Lucky is the type of guy to go "No, I'm taking the 5 million" only to sprint through that fucking door when Frankie whispers "Double or nothing". Lucky is the type of guy to walk past an old dead competitor and mutter "skill issue" under their breath. Lucky is the kind of guy to roll around in the glass money ball for enrichment like a hamster in a hamster ball. Lucky's the type of guy to keep going for season after season, for more and more money, until eventually they're not even doing it for the money anymore, relishing in the adrenaline rush and the glory instead. I just really love the idea that the reason why Lucky made it to the end so successfully was not only because of their skills and quick thinking, but because they also match Frankie's freak. Frankie was right: They need each other. They compliment each other. They enable each other in the worst ways possible. One wants to put the other through gradually more elaborate and deadly situations to increase ratings, and the other runs headfirst into those situations with the same energy as someone going cliff diving. It's like enrichment for them.

[vnards]

Bear!Price Pt 7

The lessons continue and the evening passes. You and Price going back and forth on different defensive techniques and vulnerable points in case attacking is the only option. By the end of the night, he’s confident you could take care of yourself if anything were to happen.

You both are breathing heavier after a few more sparring sessions before calling it a night. “You did well.” Price appraises. You smile. “Could I get you a cup of water?”

“Please.”

He walks to his front door, grabbing his keys on the way to unlock the door. By the time he’s found the right key, he feels the heat from your body behind him, waiting for him. He pauses, “I-I can bring it out here to you.”

“I was hoping I could take a seat for a moment?” You look up at him with those eyes and Price swallows any nerves that may be showing.

“O-Of course,” he allows you to step through his door first, holding his door like a gentleman. And to give him time to recover from the whiplash of you entering his space. His den.

John pushes through the thoughts of the beast coming forth. Mine. Water. Getting her water.

He continues his momentum to the kitchen, trying to stay on task. He robotically grabs a glass and gets you the filtered water in the fridge.

Price finds you look around his living room, the fireplace, that hasn’t been lit just yet, that sits under his television with a couch soft blankets. “I like your cottage. It’s cozy.” It’s yours.

John clears his throat as he offers you your drink. “Thanks.” He looks for something to say, anything. But yet, he just stands there, mouth flopping like a fish.

Luckily, your focus wasn’t on him. Simply the pieces of him that lay around. His hands find his pockets once more. The silence makes him antsy. He’s been under much more stressful situations that demanded him to sit and wait. But he can’t. Because it’s you.

“John,” He snaps his attention towards you, “I have a confession.” He waits with bated breath as he watches you place the glass on the side table. He finds his senses have snapped to attention as well, the bear lingering under the surface. He tries to remain calm. You sway towards him and he has to focus on keeping his feet planted. “I didn’t just come here for a lesson…”

You place your hand gently on his chest, right over his heart, as if you hadn’t stolen it already. You look up at him and he could swear he’s being put under your spell. Your scent so strong to him he could barely think about a response, “You didn’t?”

“Well, let’s just call it an appetizer.” You’re flirting with him. Messing with him in a way only you can do.

“An appetizer?” It seemed John could only do so much than repeat what your beautiful voice lilted to him. You stepped closer to him, your perfume, your scent, your arousal became prominent in his nostrils.

“I like you, John.” You admitted. His muscles tense. You offer your lips to him, “And I think you like me too.”

Mine.

His face is burning with heat as you toy with him. He forgets he needs control. He takes your lips, his arms wrapping around you to never let you step away. You taste just as sweet as he imagined. He’s about to bring his hands to gently touch your face before he notices his claws are out.

He uses his body to pin you against the wall, so he can hide from you. He takes a deep breath, trying to remember. By the time he gets himself together, he sees you looking up at him with those eyes of yours and he nearly croons for you, smitten, “You taste so sweet.” He admires longingly. He goes in for one more taste of you before he stops.

You look desperate for more, “You don’t know what you’re getting into you with me.”  He counters, needing an excuse to not ravage you right here, right now.

“I want to know”, you chirp. Former Special Agent Captain John Price nearly loses control of his beast.

John is careful to keep his paws off you, too worried about the last time he’s worn down his claws. He searched his brain for an excuse not to fuck you tonight.

His mind went blank again as you kiss him again, pressing your body against his. Your tits cushioning against his body that he could only describe as soft. His grunts are broken by a deep growl as he tries to remember not to touch everything you’re offering to him.

For some bloody reason…

“John,” You’re breathless against his lip, aching for his touch, “Please…”

Price always knew he was selfish. Territorial. He’s a born predator. It’s in his nature.

But you were not prey. You are not meek or shy.

Price will not devour you. He will savor you. But first, he has to find control within himself.

“Not this time,” He turns you down softly. He can see the barely there flinch, “I want to do it right, sweetie.” That catches your attention again in your lustful haze, pupils open. “Take you out on a few dates.” He leans down to kiss your cheeks, soft, “Spoil you,” his lips descend to your neck, “Tease you,” his teeth feel sharp when they nip at that soft flesh of skin.

It takes a moment for you to come back in your daze, something Price secretly takes pride in, but you relent, “Okay.”

John’s smile is genuine, more than pleased, “Thank you, Honey.”

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[theprongspotter]

okay now u have to write abt remus finding out mary’s boggart is a werewolf :(

Monster - Remus microfic - 662 words

Remus knows what this means and dread pools in his stomach. This means that he will have to stand in front of the class as a full moon emerges from the chest. Other students will speculate about what it could mean and those with half a brain cell could even translate his Latin name to Wolf McWolf. Then from there they could put two and two together and soon the entire school will know his secret. His friends will know his secret. Sirius will know his secret. Sirius will hate him.

“Alright, Moons?” A voice whispers in his ear.

He turns to face Sirius and gives him a small smile. “Alright.”

When he faces forward again, a Hufflepuff is face to face with a massive wasp. It only gets to inch forward once before the boy aims his wand at the boggart and yells “Riddikulus!” The wasp gains a top hat and a cane as it bursts into a musical number. The fear on the Hufflepuff’s face resolves into amusement and he and surrounding students begin to laugh.

Next up is Mary MacDonald. Hanging around Lily Evan’s has led him to meet her last year and now they’ve become friends themselves. She’s funny, smart, and so pretty that Remus was sure he met a goddess when he first saw her. He’s still convinced that’s so.

The grip she has on her wand is deadly, her knuckles turning pale as she steps in front of the chest. Students lean forward in anticipation as the chest shakes. The latch breaks off as scruffy fur and sharp claws leap out of it. The creature snarls, baring bloody teeth. Cries and shouts are heard around the classroom as students run about. Mary hasn’t moved, frozen in fear as the werewolf locks eyes with her. Professor Burkes has to step in and banish the boggart back to the chest.

That doesn’t calm the students though, as they continue to flail about. Remus, like Mary, hasn’t moved a muscle. He’s standing still, arms by his side, as he stares at the chest.

She’s afraid of me. The realization hits him hard and his heart feels like it’s going through a shredder.

“Moony?” A gentle hand rests on his arm. Remus gasps, taking a step back. “Remus, you’re shaking.” Sirius frowns and his brows are pinched in worry.

I’m a monster.

“What’s wrong? Is that your boggart, too?” His eyes show confusion, but his tone is laced with concern.

“I—“ Remus chokes on his words. His vision is going blurry. He tries to speak again but his throat clenches. He needs to get out of here.

He turns around and runs out of the classroom, his breathing picking up. He’s not sure where his feet are taking him until the stone floor turns into grass, and then the grass turns into wood, and then he’s curled up in a ball in the Shrieking Shack where he should forever stay because he’s a savage beast. He’s a life ruiner. He’s a murderer. He’s terrible enough to be someone’s greatest fear. He’s terrible enough to be Mary’s greatest fear.

It’s Professor McGonagall that finds him in the end, asleep on the dust-covered floor with tear stained cheeks. Sirius had run to her office to explain the situation because he knows that if anyone knows what’s going on, it’s her.

He looks exhausted and her heart aches for the boy. She casts a feather-light charm and picks him up before casting a disillusion charm over them both. This way, she is able to carry him back to the hospital wing without attracting unwanted attention.

Professor McGonagall lays him down on a bed further back so he can rest, and lifts the spells. She sighs and shakes her head. “You’re just a boy, Remus Lupin.”

And she shuts the curtains surrounding the bed.

[beautifuldreamertwisteduntome]

Save Grim

Save the school

Fire raged around them as they stood in the ruins of the mirror chamber, 7 house wardens, five vice house wardens, five faculty members, ten normal students, and one magicless student. Their opponent? A chimera with blue flames, standing taller than any of them could stand. All of them were exhausted, they were fighting a losing battle, Yuu was running out of their cards, specific moments in time, captured by the ghost camera that hung at their waist, each one captured a moment of everyone here, even a few that weren’t there. They only had three left, three familiar cards that they’d poured their heart and soul into.

“We have to do something, at this rate we all will die.” Riddle said, his cape torn, his staff bent nearly in half from when the chimera had attacked him.

“It’s Grim, I don’t know what’s going on but I know my friend, he’s still in there!” Yuu tried to defend their friend, their classmate, their annoying cat. Grim had been there since Yuu had gotten to Night Raven College, they couldn’t give him up, not now, not after everything they’d been through.

“Yuu, he’s not Grim anymore, I doubt there’s anything left of who he once was. We have to put him down just like any other rabid dog.” Crewel said, trying to explain the direness of the situation to the beast tamer.

“Please! He’s still Grim, please, I just, I,” It was hard to speak, hard not to cry when they might have to kill Grim. Bronze light appeared in front of them as two choices appeared, choices that appeared when they got tongue-tied or had to make a hard decision. Their heart sank to their stomach when they saw the two choices

Save Grim

Save Night Raven College

This was it, their only two choices. Yuu could save Grim, their friend, their ally, their dorm mate, their annoying cat. Or they could save the school that brought such pain and heartache but at the same time gave them so many fond memories and friends. Yuu took a deep breath and steeled themselves as they made the decision.

Save Grim

“Let me try to get him back. He’s known me the longest, I have to at least try to get my dire beast back.” Yuu said with a steel resolve, “If I fail, then we can put him down. But I won’t do it without saying I gave it my all.”

“How many of those cards do you have left, Human,” Sebek asked, remembering each of those cards that he’d seen the human use in Lilias's dreams as they journeyed across Briar Valley.

“Three, so I’ll have to make them count.” Yuu said, pulling the three cards out of the side pocket of the carrying case they kept the ghost camera inside. The chimera had burnt the others to ash, these were their last ones so they had to make them count.

“Do it. But if you fail, Grim will have to be killed but don’t put yourself at risk for this foolish endeavor. I’m only allowing you to do this because I am so kind.” Crowley said, his top hat having been torn to shreds along with his cape, his mask barely hanging on.

Yuu glanced around at their friends, each one held dear in their heart. Each one looked tired, beaten, and covered in ash and grime from the long arduous battle. Some were okay with letting Yuu do this, and others tried to convince them to stay back. But Yuu had to do this.

With a deep breath, they marched through the ruins of the mirror chamber til they were halfway to the chimera who growled and roared at the magicless human.

“I shall reveal the shape of thy soul…” Yuu began, pulling the three cards out that they had left, “I summon thee to help me achieve my goal! Ceremonial Robes Riddle Rosehearts!” The card showing Riddle riding Vorpal the horse was thrown to the ground, summoning Riddle in his ceremonial robes, “Ceremonial Robes Kalim Al Asim!” A second card was thrown to the ground, showing Kalim spinning about gleefully in his ceremonial robes. Kalim appeared next to Riddle wearing the robes that Grim had once tried to steal from Yuu, “Ceremonial Robes Malleus Draconia!” the third and final card was thrown to the ground, the card depicting Malleus in his ceremonial robes challenging Leona. Malleus appeared next to Kalim.

Their true counterparts were behind them, watching with bated breath. Yuu remembered what the headmaster had said once about the ghost camera

‘It's a camera enchanted with a special kind of magic. It enables the user to photograph not just the subject's physical form, but parts of their soul itself. They're called Memories. Here's the thing: when the soul bond between photographer and subject deepens. The Memories captured in this magic camera's photos come jumping out! When the photographer and subject grow closer, their photographs grow animated like videos and sometimes the photographs take on corporeal form and slip out.’

That's what Yuu’s cards were, memories taken throughout their tenure at Night Raven College, memories that as they grew closer when it became necessary, their cards, their photos, their memories, their friends would fight for them. Just as they are now.

“Riddle, Kalim, Malleus! Help me get Grim to come to his senses!” Yuu commanded, pointing to the chimera.

Riddle looked cross and placed his hands on his hips before saying his signature line before battle, “Huh, you have some nerve.” Then the battle began. Flora, fire, water, and cosmic spells battled against Grim's fire and cosmic spells. But slowly slowly, the cards were defeated. Kalim fell first, then Riddle, and finally Malleus. The cards burnt to ash at Yuu’s feet. Before anyone could stop them, Yuu ran, ran as fast as their feet would carry them, and ran straight to the chimera that was once their best friend.

Yuu slowly approached the chimera when they got close enough, hands raised in surrender. “Hey Grim, it’s me, Yuu, your loyal henchman, your hench human. You must be so tired, I have some cans of tuna stashed away, your favorite brand, the the fancy kind. How how about we go home to Ramshackle and I’ll open up some for you, okay? Let’s go home, okay buddy? Okay, Grim? Let's go home together, Grim.” Yuu said softly, slowly moving closer, slowly putting their hand on Grim's muzzle.

For a moment, the briefest of moments, there was a flash of recognition in Grim's eyes. Yuu could have sworn that they heard Grim say, “Yuu?” Before his eyes darkened again. They almost didn’t realize it happened until they felt a searing pain in their abdomen. Grim had scratched them again, only deeper this time. Pain, white-hot pain bloomed in their abdomen as blood began to seep through their clothing as they collapsed to the ground.

They didn’t realize when the other attacks began, just the flashing and yelling of spells, curses, anything and everything to put down Grim. Before long it was over, the chimera collapsed near Yuu’s body. Yuu almost dragged their body to the dying chimera, stopping when they were right next to it, tears in their eyes as their body began to go numb. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, Grim…” were Yuu’s last words before their vision began to go dark. They felt someone familiar take their hand, muffled voices begged Yuu to stay awake, that they'd get Yuu to a healer, but Yuu couldn’t see who was speaking, only muffled voices…

Beeep beeep beeep

“Mmmrm, what time is it..?” Yuu mumbled, slowly sitting up in their bedroom. Yuu looked around at their bedroom, the TV was playing the credits to some Disney movie, and from the open case next to the DVD player, it was Pinnochio. Alice In Wonderland, The Lion King, The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Snow White and The Seven Dwarves, Hercules, Sleeping Beauty, Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Nightmare Before Christmas, 101 Dalmatians, Beauty and The Beast, The Princess and The Frog, and Cinderella were stacked haphazardly next to the DVD player, their cases not quite closed.

“Mmh, that was a weird dream.” Yuu murmured, glancing around their room, feeling like something was off, “I feel like I’m forgetting something…” Yuu began to move off their bed only to hear a disgruntled meow, glancing over, Yuu saw their pet cat, a grey cat that they insisted was fluffy, NOT chubby.

Yuu gave the cat a few pets as an apology for bothering him before getting up, maneuvering past the laundry they still needed to put away, and walking past the mirror that hung on their wall that was supposed to encourage them to look and dress better. The same mirror that looked, familiar for some reason, it was on the tip of their tongue but they couldn’t place it and just shrugged it off. Like the saying went ‘If you can’t remember, it’s probably not important.’

Yuu went about their day, not noticing the faint silhouette in the mirror of an old friend whose hand they once took, the hand that once granted them salvation. They barely noticed the faint tugging in the back of their mind that they were forgetting something. They didn’t hear the pleading voice of their old friend, almost banging on the mirror, begging for Yuu to notice and take their hand again.

After all, it was just a dream. Wasn’t it?

[nattysstargirl]

The Beast of my Dreams

Chapter 3.

Word count: 3250

TW 18+: dry humping, dirty talk, fingering, cursing, praise, brief anal play(over clothing)

A/N: enjoy

Natasha walks her back to the dorm building. She stays close but keeps her hands in her jacket pocket. Y/N steals looks at her. Clothes cover most of her skin, but a strip of skin on her neck is visible beneath her undercut. Dark red ink swirls from the collar of her shirt and licks toward her hairline. Y/N tries to imagine the rest of the tattoo, and she decides it covers Natasha's whole back. She can't guess at the design from the few strands she can see, but she knows she'll wonder about it later. 

"Do you live on campus?" Y/N asks after a few minutes of silence. 

"Slightly off," Natasha says. "Walking distance though. I live with my family." 

"Oh, that's nice." Y/N always tries to keep the sadness out of her voice when she talks about family, but apparently she doesn't succeed this time. 

"Are you not close with yours?" 

"Not really. No siblings, Dad bounced a while ago, and Mom... You know how moms are." 

Natasha smiles sympathetically, but Y/N can tell she doesn't empathize personally. They arrive at the front door of Y/N's building. She turns to Natasha. "Well, thanks for the rescue. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime at all," Natasha says quietly. 

The security light sparks gold to life in her green eyes. They're pretty. 

"Do you want to come up?" Y/N asks suddenly. "My roommate might be home, but we could...watch a show or something. I've got ice cream." 

Natasha smiles. "I'm lactose intolerant." 

"Ah." Y/N's heart sinks a little. 

"But I've got nothing going on tonight." 

Y/N smiles. "Really? Awesome." 

The elevator ride to the sixth floor is quiet. Y/N's mind is solidly on MJ's advice and wondering what Natasha's hands look like. She wishes she'd take them out of her pockets. And the tattoo on her back... Excitement curls through Y/N's belly.

Natasha's definitely into girls. The way she dresses and walks and how she put those guys in their place like they were nothing. There's no way she's straight. Y/N peeks at her without turning her head. Natasha watches the numbers climb on the little LED screen. 

She doesn't fidget or rock on her feet. Just standing stock still with her hands in her jacket and her jaw set. The elevator dings, and Natasha waits for Y/N to leave first. 

"Thanks," Y/N says, feeling stupid for it right after. It's not like she pulled her chair out for her. She just doesn't know where Y/N's dorm is and couldn't reasonably take the lead. Y/N hurries to her room and unlocks it, peeking in and smiling when she sees Peggy isn't home. She must be out with her boyfriend, and it's early, so they probably have a few hours. 

"Come on in," she says. She closes and locks the door after Natasha is inside. Natasha evaluates the dorm silently. 

"It's not much," Y/N offers. "But here..." She pulls the extra pillows she keeps stored under her bed and props them in the corner of her wall, making a cozy little couch situation. "You can leave your shoes and jacket there, if you'd like. I need to pee, but make yourself comfortable! Snacks in the fridge." Y/N hurries into the bathroom. She pulls her hoodie off. Her outfit is limited to what she has on her, since Peggy has a strict rule about no clothes in the bathroom. She has a toilet and mirror to work with. She leaves the hoodie on the back of the toilet and evaluates her outfit. 

Jeans, red long-sleeved flannel, and a ponytail. She yanks the ponytail holder and fluffs her hair. She washed it last night, so it looks...fine. She rolls the sleeves of her flannel to her elbows, undoes the top two buttons, then undoes the bottom few to tie it in a knot above her navel. It looks a little try-hard, but for all Natasha knows, she was wearing it like this under her hoodie the whole time. She looks cute. She uses the toilet while she's in there, then heads out and hurriedly washes her hands in the kitchen sink. She dries them thoroughly then turns to find Natasha relaxed on her bed. 

She took off her boots and jacket, leaving her in a skintight black t-shirt with sleeves curling on the edges because her biceps are so thick. Y/N gulps. Natasha is wearing gray joggers, and they're set low on her hips, exposing a strip of toned abs and the band of gray Calvin Klein underwear. 

"Oh, hey!" Y/N says. She unbuttons her flannel two more down to expose her sports bra. "We match." 

Natasha's eyes track slowly down from Y/N's eyes to her chest. "Look at that." Y/N smiles and leaves her shirt unbuttoned. She bends to pull her laptop from under the bed, where she keeps everything, and climbs in next to Natasha. 

"You wearing jeans in bed?" Natasha asks. "I can barely wear them walking around." 

"You're so right. Do you mind if I...?" Y/N drops one hand to her jeans hem. 

"Your house, babe," Natasha says. 

Y/N turns her head to hide the blush at being called "babe" by a hot dyke. She tugs off her jeans like it's a totally casual thing she does with near-strangers all the time. "Whew," she says, "that's better." 

Natasha scoots a few inches over to allow Y/N room to stretch out beside her. They rest their backs against her pillow corner, and Y/N plops the never-used ironing board attached to her wall down to hold the laptop. It was already installed when she moved in, and it makes a great Netflix desk. It hovers a foot above their laps, trapping them in together like babies in a double highchair. 

"What kinda stuff are you into?" Y/N asks. She glances at Natasha. Natasha's face is only a few inches from hers, and her eyes are moving around Y/N's torso and neck before locking with her gaze.

"Whatever you're into," Natasha says. 

Y/N's stomach flips. "Okay..." She clears her throat and hits "shuffle" on her Netflix profile. 

A quiet period drama she's never seen starts playing. It seems pretty benign and not particularly interesting, which is exactly what she was hoping for. Y/N tries to look casual, but every inch of her body is on fire and acutely aware of every small move Natasha makes beside her. Natasha shifts her hips and chuckles. 

"Ow." 

"You okay?" Y/N asks quickly. 

"Small bed," Natasha offers. She bops her head gently against the wall as an example of the close quarters and smiles. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," Y/N says, immediately insecure that she's being pushy and weird. "I can um, I can move to my roommate's bed, or—" Natasha moves one arm behind Y/N's back and one under her knees. She pulls her into her lap. It's not as obscene as it could have been, because Natasha has a pillow over her thighs, so there's a buffer between her crotch and Y/N's ass. Tragically. 

"Oh," Y/N breathes. 

"Yeah, this works." Natasha watches her face carefully as she pulls the blanket from her knees and up around Y/N's shoulders. 

"Are you still cold?" she whispers. 

Y/N's entire body is flush as she turns her head back to the laptop. "No, ma'am." Natasha's arms tuck Y/N close to her chest, and she rests her chin on her shoulder near her neck. Y/N can feel her exhale, and her skin prickles everywhere it touches.

They pretend to watch the show, but every ounce of Y/N's attention is on Natasha's right hand tracing slow circles on her hipbone. It seems like an innocent caress at first, but the longer it goes on, the more Y/N's mind transforms it into something incredibly suggestive. 

Natasha's finger catches the band of her underwear and Y/N inhales sharply. Natasha's hand immediately retreats. 

"I'm sorry," she says. "I just... Sorry if I misread something." 

Y/N twists to catch Natasha's mouth in a kiss. Her landing was abrupt, but she softens and slows to give Natasha time to adjust. Am I really doing this? Y/N's not sure how seriously she's taking the alleged curse, but she's always wished she was more daring with women.

Men are so easy, but Y/N can count the number of women she's initiated a kiss with on one hand. Natasha exhales and relaxes back into the pillow, gathering Y/N into both arms. It starts tame, polite and close-mouthed. Then Natasha's lips part to lick along Y/N's. 

Y/N opens her mouth to give Natasha access. She feels her smile. Natasha's tongue gently slips inside until it touches Y/N's. Y/N loses track of lips and tongues and forgets where she is until Natasha's teeth trap her bottom lip. Y/N moans. 

"That okay?" Natasha whispers. 

"That's so okay," Y/N says. 

She flips around to face Natasha with her legs around her hips. She wraps a hand around Natasha's neck and jaw to pull her face toward her. Natasha's pupils go dark, and she kisses Y/N. Hard. Y/N whimpers and quietly rocks her hips, trying to find some friction against the pillow to satiate the burning need that's been growing between her legs since they got back to the dorm. She's never been so attracted to anyone this quickly.

Natasha has something that's driving her insane, and she needs more, now. The pillow is soft, giving her nearly no satisfaction. She reaches behind her to pull it away, but Natasha's quicker. She slides down a little further so she can pull Y/N against the trunk of her midsection. Her abs feel even harder than they look. With just her underwear separating them, Y/N purrs at the sensation of warmth from Natasha's body against her clit. 

She grinds unabashedly. Natasha's fingers curl roughly into her hips, dragging her harder. She bucks her body in time with Y/N's movement. "Oh, shit..." Y/N's thoughts go hazy. She has a death grip on Natasha's shoulders, and she's sliding as hard as she can up and down her flexed belly. It feels better than any sex she can remember having. Natasha makes her head swim. One of Natasha's hands stays firmly on Y/N's hip, but the other moves to grip an ass cheek. 

"Yeah, baby," Y/N whispers. "That feels so good." 

Natasha seems to take that as an invitation and moves her hand down Y/N's crack to press her fingers against her asshole. She doesn't push inside, she just applies a delicious pressure outside of her panties that makes Y/N buck even wilder. 

"Are you going to cum on me like that, Y/N?" Natasha asks. 

"Do you want me to?" Y/N pants. 

"Yes." 

"Tell me. Tell me to do it." 

"Mmm." Natasha tightens her grip on her hip and increases the pressure she's putting on Y/N's ass. 

"Harder." Y/N doesn't need to be told twice. She grinds harder and whimpers. 

"Good girl," Natasha mutters in her ear. "That's a good girl." 

Y/N bites her lip. She's panting fast from the exertion and excitement, and her legs shake. 

"Cum for me," Natasha whispers. "I want to feel it."  

Y/N gasps and orgasms immediately. It rips through her whole body, from her scalp to her spasming pussy. Natasha must be able to feel it, because she groans and presses her hand against everything she can reach without moving Y/N's underwear. She keeps her grip hard there until Y/N calms down and rests against Natasha. Natasha releases Y/N's hip and brushes her hair behind her ear. 

"Very, very good girl," she whispers. 

Y/N shudders with pleasure and kisses Natasha's shoulder. With her demanding need met, an awkwardness creeps into her consciousness. She just humped a stranger's abs and came on her. She notices how wet she is now, and Natasha is definitely slick with her. That's an embarrassing thing to do, right? Natasha doesn't seem to think so. She's nuzzling her face from Y/N's shoulder into her hair and back. 

"Can I touch you?" Natasha asks. 

"You can do literally anything you want to me," Y/N says, out of breath. 

"Turn over." Natasha's voice is firm, but not rough. 

Y/N doesn't mind obeying. In fact, she's happy to. She didn't realize how much she enjoys being told what to do. This is kind of new. She turns over again, struggling on shaking legs, settling onto the pillow in Natasha's lap. She thinks about pulling it out again, but Natasha's already pinned her down with a hard arm across her hips. Y/N leans back against her chest contentedly, dropping her head to rest against Natasha's shoulder. 

"Do your worst," she says, completely comfortable and trusting with this stranger. 

Natasha keeps an arm around her hips, leaving her other hand free to rub across Y/N's thighs. She makes gentle routes up the outside of her thigh, down the inside, crushingly skipping her pussy, slipping around to squeeze her ass. Y/N hums contentedly, loving the feeling of surrendering control to this incredibly attractive woman.

This feels like a scenario she would dream up. Natasha pulls the blanket over Y/N, then tugs the buttons of her flannel until it's fully opened. She runs her hands over Y/N's midsection, up to her bra. She doesn't move it or take it off, opting to grab her gently over the thin material. 

Y/N's nipples are hard as soon as she touches them. When Natasha feels how quickly they respond to her, she growls. Y/N giggles. "Was that a growl?" Natasha bites gently at her earlobe and Y/N's eyes flutter closed. She presses her back harder into Natasha's chest. Natasha's hand grabs her whole pussy over her underwear and Y/N gasps, then moans so Natasha knows it's a good gasp.

She pushes her hips up to get more friction against her palm. Natasha's hand slips under the band, and her fingers are gentle in their exploration. She pets Y/N's soft curls, which are sopping wet, alternating between gentle tickles with her fingertips and rough grabs of the whole situation. 

Y/N rocks her hips again, silently begging to be fucked, but she's enjoying Natasha following her whims too much to request anything different. She doesn't have to wait long, though. Natash parts her pussy lips with her middle finger and runs along the length of it, dipping inside once to wet her finger and back out to rub circles on her clit. 

"Ohh," Y/N breathes. "Oh, you're good at that." Natasha releases Y/N's hip, dragging that hand up her middle, between her breasts, to wrap her throat. Her right hand moves from Y/N's clit to push three fingers inside her. She gasps. 

"You like that?" Natasha asks. Y/N nods hard. "Fuck my hand," she commands. 

Y/N braces her palms on Y/N's hips and pushes her hips up obediently. She finds a rhythm and winds her hips in circles as she slams into Natasha's fingers. 

"Fuck," Y/N whispers. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, that's so good." 

Natasha pulls her closer, biting her shoulder and keeping her free hand wrapped around Y/N's throat. Y/N is thrilled to realize that Natasha's legs have spread further, and she's fucking the pillow. Y/N wishes the pillow wasn't there so she could feel Natasha against her ass and inside of her at the same time.

That thought makes her groan loudly, and she bounces against Natasha's fingers harder. They're so thick, and she can feel her orgasm already growing again. She grabs Natasha's wrist with one hand to push her in as far as she'll go, her eyes rolling back in her head at how long they are. She's fucked men with shorter penises. God, this feels amazing. 

Natasha's panting just as loudly. "Good girl," she moans. "Good girl. Come on now." 

Y/N knows what Natasha wants, so she slams her hips harder, pulling Natasha's fingers all the way inside with each thrust so she can rub her clit against the heel of Natasha's hand. Natasha jerks her hips harder too, then finally releases her grip on Y/N's throat to tap her middle and ring fingers against her mouth. Y/N opens her lips and sucks the fingers in. Natasha pushes them to the back of her tongue, and Y/N eagerly opens her throat. When Natasha growls and grinds harder at the first choking noise, Y/N takes the fingers deeper and gags again. Natasha fucks her with both hands, and Y/N gets closer with every choke. 

"That's my good girl," Natasha whispers so quietly it's almost imperceptible over Y/N's moans. 

Her pussy clenches on Natasha's fingers, and Natasha pushes all the way inside, gripping onto her with her other fingers, like she needs to hold herself inside or she'll die. Y/N's back arches, and Natasha slides her fingers from her mouth so Y/N can moan. 

"Oh, my God! FUCK!" She arches harder as her orgasm rattles her body. 

Natasha grunts and shudders, gripping Y/N's hips with both arms and thrusting against her, hard, three more times before she relaxes. "Did you just—" Y/N starts, then stops. Natasha clearly came. Y/N smiles and flips over to straddle Natasha's hips. The stupid pillow is still in the way, so she reaches down to pull it out, but Natasha grabs her chin and pulls her into a long, gentle kiss. Y/N forgets where she is again. Natasha shudders a long inhale. 

"Mmm." She pulls from the kiss and looks at Y/N. "You're fun." 

"You're fun, what the fuck." Y/N chuckles. "I thought you were weird and creepy when I saw you in class. I mean—" Natasha narrows her eyes, then grips Y/N's chin and pushes three fingers into her mouth. The three that were just inside of Y/N's cunt. Y/N's heart thrums with excitement. She keeps eye contact with Natasha as she runs her tongue thoroughly over and between each digit, sucking contentedly as she cleans up her own mess. Then she pushes Natasha's hand in further, opening her throat to take the fingers as far down as they can go. Her throat constricts, and she gags until her eyes water. Natasha watches her with a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Y/N sucks hard as she pulls Natasha's hand back out. Natasha's pupils are dilated again, and she swallows. 

"Anything else you'd like from me?" Y/N whispers. 

Keys rattle outside the door, and it's opening before they can react. Y/N slides between Natasha and the wall, tugging the blanket up around her shoulders. Peggy walks in and rolls her eyes as soon as she sees them. 

"Y/N. Communal space." 

"I was just leaving," Natasha says. She slips from the blanket without uncovering Y/N. She grabs her jacket and wraps it around her waist before tugging on her boots. She leaves without tying them, and without a goodbye. 

Y/N watches the closed door. Fuck.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Silver, Azul: Equal Parts Noble and Naive

... Why's he making a Malleus "r u lost bby ghorl" face while also copying Lilia's chin-in-hand pose/Malleus’s Dorm Uniform pose 🤡 There's another Malleus parallel in the vignettes; Silver comments on the same Philip-Aurora dancing painting (that is shown in Malleus's Groovy) and says that he took up dancing too since he admired the prince. Boy was ready for GloMasq/j Malleus glaring at the happy couple and Silver determined to stand firm against a fearsome foe... ;v;

I don’t know if I should be concerned or not given the Groovy and potential foreshadowing for book 7 😂 since there’s fan theories about how Silver could be the “sword” that slays the dragon… *rubs hands together* but it would be fun if it happened…

Fun fact about this Groovy: it had to be corrected because during the initial drop the devs forgot Silver's eyeshadow www The first time this mistake happened, I believe it was on Platinum Suit Vil's chibi.

A Tale as Old as Time.

There was a magic to two sets of parallel lines, bound together to form a quadrilateral. A great number of things could be contained within it. Upon a storybook's page or a painter's canvas, endless possibilities and mystical beings.

Silver gazed at one now.

A spindly dragon, horned and with massive spines protruding from its back, was poised in a platinum frame. Its belly was a violent shock of violet, its scales black as the night. Leathery wings splayed, gaping maw glowing green, trails of smoke exuding from its nostrils, the fearsome beast was prepared to strike down any warrior foolish enough to approach it.

"This is the Thorn Fairy in her dragon form," Silver murmured, his expression set in seriousness. "I'd always dreamed of seeing it for myself someday."

"How wonderful that your dream has now become a reality," a slick voice crooned. It belonged to Azul, who had sidled up to him like an all-too-eager used car salesman. "Ah, but you seem to be troubled. What ails you?"

“It's just... for the Thorn Fairy to have assumed this form, it means she felt as though she was in danger. Someone may have threatened her or put her in this situation."

“That’s true.” Azul nodded. “As I recall from our Magic History lectures, fae tend to be reclusive creatures with rather tumultuous relations with other races.

“In the days when magic was branded as heresy, fae were particularly ostracized due to their natural affinity for it. Humans far and away wide feared them. It's possible that this painting depicts a struggle of a similar nature."

“A struggle…” The corners of Silver’s mouth turned down. “Yes, humans and fae have historically been at odds with one another. We are fortunate to live during an era of relative peace."

“Quite! My own people—the merfolk—have also had a strained relationship with humans. It was through the union of a mermaid princess and a human prince that we were able to begin efforts to mend that bond. I am most gracious to them! It is because of the mermaid princess that I’m afforded the opportunity to study on land.”

“That’s great, Azul. I’m happy for you.” Silver gave a smile that was as softy and airy as dandelion fluff. “It’s nice that we’re able to meet and share ideas with people from different walks of life. It makes the world a richer place.”

He looked to the painting again, his eyes tracing the curved horns of the dragon and stopping at the sharp tips. His liege, too, had a pair like those.

“… As much as I hate to admit it, it will be a while before fae and humans can reach that level of understanding." Silver folded his arms. "Sebek says the differences are too numerous, but I… I want to believe that we are capable of bringing about that kind of a future.”

His vision, so clear, so pure. It sparkled like the face of a polished mirror.

Azul pushed his glasses up, his hand concealing a smirk.

"Fufufu. Perhaps it is possible to achieve with your endless optimism and empathy, Silver-san. After all, I don't believe I've witnessed you losing your cool even once with Malleus-san, Lilia-san, or Sebek-san. That kindness and patience is your strength, stronger than any sword you could wield."

He pretended to hesitate. "Though... I do wonder what should happen if--no, never mind. Please forget that I said anything."

"What is it? You can tell me," Silver reassured him. Dread surged up from his stomach--but the spike soon settled.

"Well--" Azul made a little show of choosing his words carefully, as though he were thoroughly coming through ingredients lined up on a shelf. "Consider: what happens if the day comes when you are forced to point your sword at your master?"

"At Malleus-sama?! I can't imagine..."

"If, if. This is entirely hypothetical," his peer tutted. "Let us say that Malleus-san were to make a decision--a decision which has dire consequences for you, for all of humankind. Silver-san, would you be able to salvage that precarious peace?"

Surprise lasted for a second before it vanished from the knight. Back was a quiet stoicism, steel sharpening the delicate colors to his gaze. A hand clenching his chest, as if to keep his heart still.

Finally, he spoke.

"I will do what has to be done. I will not back down. If there comes a time when my lord strays from his path and into the darkness, then it is my duty as his retainer to return him to the light."

“And you are not concerned for what awaits you in the aftermath?”

“No,” Silver replied matter-of-factly. The answer was simple. “I will offer my hand.”

“I beg your pardon?! Am I hearing this correctly? You plan to help the person you just opposed back up after you defeat them?”

“That’s the right thing to do. Everyone deserves a chance for their feelings to be heard. If we listen, then we can find a solution together and keep the same misunderstanding from happening again. That’s my hope.”

His wish was like the buoyant notes of a bell. Clear, crisp, resonant. It flitted up, rising above the boys’ heads, at last bursting like a bubble and letting the words rain down on them in thoughtful flecks.

"… I see,” Azul mused. “So that is the type of person you are."

How noble. How naive. It seems that Silver-san is a very bit like the prince from the story he so deeply cherishes. Neither will recoil from foes, no matter how formidable.

The valuable piece of information, he tucked away for a rainy day. With his probing settled, Azul brought his hands together and flashed a winsome grin.

Here was a hero in the making, and he, the sponsor to the champion.

“Your character is commendable!! I look forward to witnessing your many friendship-fueled triumphs.”

[monstersdownthepath]

Herald of Besmara: Kelpie's Wrath

CR 15

Chaotic Neutral Colossal Outsider

Adventure Path: Skulls and Shackles: The Wormwood Mutiny, pg. 86-87

When one thinks of Besmara they likely think of "piracy," but her other two areas of concern are 'strife' and 'sea monsters.' One may thus believe that Besmara's Herald may be a powerful pirate captain, or perhaps an intelligent sea beast which either inhabits or commands a vessel. The most visionary may believe that Besmara's Herald could be nothing less than a whole crew of people running an enchanted ship! So when a mysterious fog rolls in and the lights of a ship that wasn't there alight from nowhere, the party may be tempted to look towards the helm, or the prow, or perhaps even the crow's nest to try and spot who's commanding the intimidating galleon... only for the skull at the front to tell you to quit eyein' its aft like some kind of pervert.

Indeed, Besmara has an elegant solution to the problem of what her Herald would look like. It's not a crew on a ship, or a sea monster, or a singular captain, it's a ship made of a sea monster which captains itself and utilizes a crew of zombie sailors when needed. Despite it's skeletal appearance and ghoulish powers, the Kelpie's Wrath is as alive as any demon or dragon, though it can passably imitate the feared ghost ships which haunt the seas at night, able to conjure ghostly lights (Dancing Lights), fearful sights (Major Image), and zombie fights (summoning a crew of up to 20 draugr) seemingly at a whim and wielding terrifying, spectral weapons and even whole ghostly creatures as though they were limbs. Many crews who've found themselves in its sights mistakenly believe its illusions and conjured zombies to be the real threats, unaware that the ship itself is their true enemy... and even if they did, it's unlikely to help.

Have you ever fought an enemy that was its own stage hazard? You don't want to, especially if that enemy can Plane Shift or Teleport with you in tow... or just immediately dive underwater. Though you have to fail a DC 18 Will save to be shanghai'd into another plane, having a ship suddenly teleport out from under you or dive a hundred feet underwater and drag you behind it is a real danger regardless of the situation, and it puts you at a huge disadvantage if you can't immediately clamber back aboard YOUR ship, fly, or walk on water. And if the phantom ship resurfaces right next to you...

Actually, what am I talking about? "If?" No, when. It's a pirate in service to the Queen of Pirates, and pirates are quite famous for never fighting fair. If you find yourselves prey to the Kelpie's Wrath, it's going to use every trick it has in the most underhanded ways it can. Let's take a look at what that entails...

We'll start with the obvious: It's an entire ship. Nearly a hundred feet long and hovering around 25 to 30 feet wide, the Wrath is a battlefield unto itself, but you absolutely do not want to stand on it to fight, because that's just asking for a terrible death. Engaging it from afar means you 'only' have to deal with its 40ft space and 30ft reach, denoting which part of itself it's focusing on defending, which is still a radius that covers most traditional battle maps entirely. Because you're only ever going to be encountering the Wrath on the high seas (regardless of what world or plane those seas are on), staying out of its reach is practically impossible unless you're using Pathfinder's rules for ship combat to engage it with a vessel of your own (WARNING: Do Not Do This), and you will inevitably be forced into melee with it... and then, unfortunately, forced onto it, which as previously mentioned is almost certain doom.

Everything within the Wrath's threat radius is subject to its trio of incorporeal touch attacks, which manifest as immense clawed hands, ghostly weapons, spectral sailors, and skeletal sea beasts of ages past, each one raking over the ship's target for 3d6 untyped damage plus 3d6 Electricity AND 3d6 Fire damage. The primary danger presented by these phantoms is that the party may not immediately know what's going on or recognize just how the attack works; the Wrath can conjure a crew of draugr to fight atop it AND it can use Major Image at any point within its reach, letting it clutter up the battlefield with obstacles which present no true danger to the party but which it can use as vectors for its incorporeal attacks, potentially making a party member out uselessly against illusions, insubstantial phantoms, and inconsequential minions.

Muddying the waters further, Wrath can use Seeming 3/day to swath its draugr sailors in magical disguises to make them appear more important than they truly are. Able to communicate telepathically, the ship can give complex orders to its entire crew at once to run baffling distractions or attack in tandem with it to make them seem like true threats, a tactic especially useful if the party doesn't yet recognize the ship is alive (or foolishly believes that only the skeletal figurehead is alive). Kelpie's Wrath thrives on sowing confusion when it attacks, and a DM would do well to remember that, describing its attacks and abilities in terms which feel ambiguous, like they could be coming from anywhere, like that one fancy draugr at the ship's helm that's dressed up like the captain or the strange balls of light dancing along its sails.

Even if the party feels like something is wrong, they'll have to go with their gut on this one; magic is unreliable when fighting the vile ship. Not because of any aura or unique ability it has, but because its space/reach means it can make extremely good use of its Disruptive and Spellbreaker feats, the former making it more difficult to cast spells defensively while in its threat radius (which is everywhere), the latter provoking Attacks of Opportunity if you fail the check to cast defensively.

Its touch attacks aren't just bad because of the damage, either. Being hit with two or more of them in a round lets it Keelhaul the unfortunate victim, repositioning them as a free action. Now, a reposition is a Combat Maneuver, which means it has to roll a CMB check versus the target's CMD. The average CMD of a 10th level Human Fighter is hovering anywhere between 25 and 35 depending on if they dumped Dex (WARNING: Do Not Do This) or got ahold of Str boosting items, and let's see what the Kelpie's Wrath has for its CMB...

+41?!

ah, right, Colossal size. This thing can juggle most players. Hope your party cohesion didn't rely on people being in specific positions!

In case you're not sure how the maneuver works: if you're repositioned, the attacker can shunt you into another space so long as that space is A) Within their reach, and B) within 5ft of your previous space... but for every 5 points the attacker's CMB check beats your CMD, that's another 5ft of movement. Now, remember how gigantic the Wrath's threat radius is? That's a LOT of potential spaces you can be shuttled into, and every 5ft you're moved from its Keelhaul you take an additional 1d6 damage because it's literally using your face to scrape barnacles and algae off itself. Keelhaul is an especially potent ability if used on the high seas, because the ability specifically states that it can use its repositions to drag victims underwater, forcing them into the ever-dreaded underwater combat scenario. Even if you've got Water Walk or Fly on, it can still shove you right into the drink if it beats your CMD by enough, forcing you to waste precious time getting back into the fight... if only to push you back down again, because pirates don't fight fair.

Also, Keelhaul specifically states "a creature hit with two or more of its attacks in 1 round," meaning AoOs and other off-turn attacks count. If you take one hit during its turn and then get schmacked because you triggered Spellbreaker or its Combat Reflexes, you're going into the soup.

If it doesn't want a victim in the sea, it also has the option to shove creatures directly into the center of its space, at which point victims are automatically dragged into its cargo hold and battered by treasure and captured supplies. This is treated as the swallow whole ability, victims taking 1d10+7 damage until they can get out, but it's not especially obvious what's going on, meaning players might waste their time trying to find an exit door out of the cargo hold or try to clamber back out the unyielding door when the 'proper' solution is to make a new door.

If the party manages to find out that swinging at the phantom limbs and illusions is useless, attacking the ship below their feet isn't exactly easy. The Kelpie's Wrath is magically reinforced, having an AC of 30 (hint: target its measly 6 touch AC) and DR 10/Lawful. It's got 30 Resistance to Acid, Cold, and Electricity, as well as 10 Fire Resistance and, of course, if you find yourselves managing to get past its defenses to outpace its Fast Healing 10, it can still suddenly poof away to rebuild, and if you think you can just use Dimensional Anchor or similar, it can still pop its once-per-minute Rush to crank its swim speed from 60ft to 150ft for one round, diving to the sea floor in a single round to give itself breathing room... and potentially taking breathing room from whatever schmucks are trapped in its hold.

And you know what? I've typed down... 12 entire paragraphs without even touching the Wrath's ranged options. This was on purpose! Because the Wrath is meant to get right up next to the ship it's attacking, and has every tool it needs to do so, including the ability to turn itself and its crew invisible 3/day or shroud its entire space with magical fog. Compared to all the shenanigans it can pull to get into melee and then make everyone wish it didn't, its ranged attacks need a little more preparation and math on the part of the DM, something they may not want to do on top of everything else it's already got. This is because its only ranged attack is using Telekinesis to hurl a storm of whatever garbage it's amassed at targets within 180ft of itself.

The Wrath can catapult up to 375 pounds of objects or creatures in a single action, not only allowing it to throw actual ammunition (which deals a flat 1d6 damage per 25 lbs; max 15d6 for a full weight object), but whatever it may have on hand or in its hold that it doesn't especially value. Since it can use Telekinesis at will and the spell itself has a tremendous range, there's no reason for it to ever run out of ammo, as it can simply dredge stones and wreckage from the sea floor and ferry it into its stores for later... but of course, there's nothing stopping it from using its enemies own cargo against it, or even lifting its enemies directly and throwing them around with nothing more than a thought. Most Medium-sized Humanoids weigh between 150 and 200 pounds, letting the Wrath snatch up two people at a time to toss around like ragdolls, including straight into the air if it wants.

There's something to be said about it hurling things far more dangerous than bricks and cannonballs, though, like casks of oil and a lantern, or barrels of Green Slime, or its own zombie crewmates. The Long range of Telekinesis also means it can get up to some pretty dangerous shenanigans if an enemy ship gets just a little too close, as it can pilfer cargo from a range, loose sails, send weapons hurling into the seas, or even spin cannons around just as they're about to fire if it readies an action to do so. Much like its phantom weapons, its telekinetic power helps make its illusions and zombie sailors all the more realistically threatening, adding to the confounding puppet show it puts on to throw people off.

The Kelpie's Wrath is one of the most dangerous Heralds a party to encounter, because they're going to encounter it on the seas (one of the most dangerous environments to fight in), AND they're not likely to even know it's nearby until it's dragging their crew to a watery grave. Even if they do, a DM can play up the possibility of it being a ghost ship for a while before any of them wise up to what they're really fighting, by which point someone might already be neatly folded and packed away in Davey Jones' Locker. It's not only dangerous for what it can do, but why it does what it does; most Heralds are only encountered if a god is offended, or has sent them on an important mission, but the Kelpie's Wrath freely wanders all creation in its off hours, attacking vessels with wild and greedy abandon. It's one of the few Heralds that an unlucky party may just randomly encounter, and thus have no possible way to prepare for.

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Can I get knives and vash {separate} hc with fem reader whose personality is like nausicaa from valley of the wind? I think it would be interesting because maybe she's kinda an outcast from everyone else cuz she's willing to embrace all forms of life, even those that might scare other humans like imagine her calming the most dangerous animal! I think that would be nice, have a nice day/night or noon/evening

This makes for a perfect introduction as for why Knives would have taken interest in the reader in the first place so I like this idea. This is very short because I couldn't think of anything else.

Beast Tamer --- Millions Knives & Vash the Stampede

SUMMARY: Headcanons of the twins reaction to a reader who's like Nautica from Valley of the wind.

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Knives

Knives had arrived in the town for the plant, but he began hearing rumors of an outcast, they lived just outside of town. As per reputation, they called you the Beast Tamer. He was intrigued by this title and sought you out. When he found you he expected some huge human with taxidermied animal heads tacked up to the walls. Instead he found you, a small, quiet, sweet, human. He tried to put your appearance past you and inquired about this rumor. He requested that you show him the most dangerous animal you've ever tamed.

You led him out to the middle of the sands, far from any city, alone. Just the two of you. Knives was getting impatient but then he saw the sand below fly though the air. It revealed a massive worm. It pummeled straight for you and for a moment he dared to jump in its path to protect you. Why? He doesn't know.

You let out a short sharp whistle and the worm came to a screeching halt just feet from where you stand. Knives watched in awe as you stepped up to the idle creature and brave smile on your face as you reached out to pet its snout.

He was simply amazed by such a huge feat and offered for you to come with him and teach him how to tame such powerful beasts. Without anyone keeping you from leaving you took him up on his offer and left with him to the city of Ju'lai.

While Knives is notorious for being impatient at times he never seems to have trouble watching you sit still and calm even the most dangerous of creatures. He believes it's a gift given to you from the higher dimension. In some instances he believes you to be a plant.

He finds that your calming capabilities don't just work on animals but people as well, you have an amazing eye for what calms people down and more often than not you disengage situations where Knives tries to kill someone. Though he finds it annoying he's also fascinated that you have an ability so strong.

With this knowledge he makes you work with Con'rad and calming the people he tests and drugs constantly. Though it's inhuman you don't fight it as you find it nice to relieve someone of their mental stresses. This also applies to knives but he's noticed that you heavily take after his brother. While you strongly advocate for the circle of life and death you also don't advocate killing someone. Not unless it's for a good reason.

He finds you so intriguing that he can't help but keep you around for the sake of his own curiosity. You're truly a wonder to him.

Vash

First hearing of this outcast he didn't give it a second thought, until he began to hear rumors of your strange feats and abilities. It bothered him to hear people call you a monster, some even believing that you might not be human. Vash honestly wondered if you might have been plant before you met him and even still wondered so after he met you.

Curious. He decided to sate his own need for answers by showing up to your house and waltzing right in. From the get go he asked you so many questions, even exposing his identity as a plant to you to try and get answers. He found that you were very easy to talk too and even had many pets of your own.

He found your presence in general calming, you weren't even scared knowing that he was Vash the Stampede. You shrugged it off like he was nothing and offered your home as refuge for him and any of his friends. Of course he swore to come back and visit just so you wouldn't be lonely. Vash kept his promise and came back to you once a month.

Every time that he'd come back you'd have a new animal roaming around outside your door some even growling at him to keep him outside. These were the times he really got to see you at work calming these vicious animals. He thought it was amazing what you could do and didn't single you out for it.

Later on he even found that it wasn't just the animals you had this effect on, it was him too. He told you about the dangers he comes across on the daily and asked if you wanted to travel with him. to keep him company and keep any animal he might cross paths with at bay. You were very fond of him by this point so you happily agreed and left with him.

He loves watching play with the animals you find, almost as if they were house pets. Even more so does he love it when you quell his worries with just a single touch.

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I wonder why there’s not many deaged aus in the GF fandom? Especially, baby! dipper & mabel. I feel like that was a big part of fandom back when GF was airing lol. Maybe it was just the marvel fandom?

This made me start to write a Drabble about the mystery twins one day randomly turning into ~toddlers for some supernatural reason or another. And Stan and Ford have to deal with their niece and nephew being way younger than they’re used to lol while trying to find a solution to get them back to being 13. Maybe I’ll do some art of this too 👐.

Stan’s reaction when heading into the mystery shack and seeing two babies who look way too much like the kids…: “Oh no”

I have a headcanon that dipper was a particularly clingy baby. And that Mabel was a bundle of never ending energy hahah.

This also leads to dipper being wary of ford (bc he knew stan for longer and he’s thinking like a much smaller child now) at first unlike Mabel who’s one of those babies who’s ok w everybody. This hurts ford’s feelings :( at first!! But then it gets better

Stan is very confused why his twin bro’s mini nerd isn’t immediately attached to him and Ford rationalizes this and comes to the conclusion that the twins’ brains must be operating at the level of 3-4 yrs olds so all their memory is not there which then leads ford to be like “oh..”

But sadness aside!!:

“FORD, this one’s attached himself to me like those dang ginormous barnacles we found in the Red Sea”

“It was the Arctic Sea, Stanley.”

“STANFORD PINES I SWEAR TO MOSES.”

“Holy moly how did their parents manage to keep Mabel from killing herself, why this kid wants to eat plastic is lost on me.”

“Dip, buddy I gotta put ya down, my old man back is not liking this standing business”

*baby dipper pouting and suddenly having watery eyes*

“Oh Jesus.”

“Seriously, Ford are we sure the pines aren’t descended from a line of strong beasts or sum. These gremlins have crazy grip”

The twins trying to talk:

M: “Gwunka!!”

S: “What’s that, pumpkin?”

D: “‘Tan, ‘tan!!”

S: “Dipper, kid it’s Stan, stuh-an”

“‘Tan!” He replied with a self satisfied expression

“Jesus kid you were always stubborn huh” Stan raised his eyebrow slightly and let out a huff, smiling as he said so

“Gwunka ‘Tan!” Mabel followed her brother

Some random dialogue:

“Jeez, Sixer looks like we’re down 2 people to do our bidding.”

“Stanley.”

“sTanLeY. Seriously do you hear yourself?”

Ford huffed and shook his head explaining how to reverse the spell or whatever

Soos upon seeing the situation:

“Uh dudes, do Mabel and Dipper look a little different to you guys?”

Cue to stan and ford looking at soos with twin “srsly?” faces

Some fluff with Stan seeing the twins struggling in their sleep from nightmares:

“Are there brains even developed enough to have bad dreams??”

“Well I’ve read that-“

“Rhetorical question, Sixer”