#i love you wolf. also shut up. affectionate. concerned. you get it

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so has anyone figured out WHY there is the Need To Share our Artworks™ or is it just the vibes and our Soul apparently

[chil2de]

bestie, you gotta give us some kinky gojo sooner or later😤

i actually haven’t written gojo for months but— bestie i hope this was kinky enough for you😳😳 i can always take it up a notch [wink wink]

readmy disclaimerrr <3 thanks enjoy

also: i vibe with second year gojo more than i do present gojo but, that would make him 16-17 so lets bump him to a third year, thanks!

w.c: 1.5k / characters: 8.5k (incl spaces)

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icy cold and curious fingertips easily curl around your waist, padded digits carefully kneading the delicate skin underneath your uniform. your head snaps to face gojo, who only passively stares past you and outside the window at the cityscape whizzing by.

“satoru—“ you grit through your teeth, swatting his prying fingers away from you. he hisses a meek sigh of hurt, cooing at you through his plush lips.

he leans down to whisper in your ear. pretension drips in his tone and you can feel the heavy weight of his grin flash against you.

“come on now, baby girl. don’t tell me you were all talk earlier.” he hums, tone low and rich. it sends acid bubbling in your stomach, throat clogging and ears ringing.

“we’re on a train, you fool. can’t you wait until we get home?” you snap at him, turning to face the doors of the train. you wiggle out of his inviting and enticing touch, opting to wrap your hand around a nearby handle for some support.

his large and calloused hand wraps around yours. he’s adamant about this.

gojo’s toned chest collides against your spine. you can feel the brush of his dick print heavy on his jet black uniform. he rests his jaw on your shoulder, tinted shades sliding down to the bridge of his nose. you meet his azure stare in the reflection of the door and he gives you a small smirk, free hand traversing underneath your arm to give your breast a small squeeze.

“so what if there’s people on this train? no one’s in this cart right now.”

it would be a miscalculation to say that it took you less than a second to melt into gojo’s coaxing words. you may always try to believe that you’re the more mature partner in your relationship, but you’re equally as terrible as he is.

“you’re awful.” you snort at him, reaching out behind you to run your fingertips through his soft titanium white locks. his hair has the fresh scent of coconuts laced through it.

“but you still love me.” he hums, trailing the tip of his tongue against your neck. you can’t help but jitter a little at the temperature difference and the cold air that clashes against the wet patches afterwards.

his teeth nibble against the skin there, lightly pulling and tugging. as much as he wants to leave bite marks, he’s not about to deal with infections. he decides to settle for second best and instead works to suck and pull onto your neck. you can feel the slight crackle and static where the small nerves underneath your skin burst.

“don’t look away.” he murmurs, commanding you to keep watching him in the reflection.

gojo’s saliva dribbles down your neck, sliding trails down into your shirt that lies underneath your jacket. your thighs squeeze and rub together as you emit small whimpers. it’s music to gojo’s ears, the way you’re writhing underneath him and pressing up against his cock. it almost makes him want to allow you the thing that you crave so dearly.

“satoru-“ you exhale breathlessly, resolve faltering already.

“swear you were against the idea of us fucking on a train minutes ago?” he drawls, finishing up his masterpiece on your neck.

“s-shut up” you grunt, breaking off the eye contact. you can't stand to see how his eyebrow perks up in mockery, the way he peeks at you through his thick lashes.

gojo grabs fistfuls of your hair, yanking you back with such force that it leaves your eyes glassy.

“you want me to stop?”

you swallow thickly, shaking your head.

“that’s my good girl. open your legs for me, yeah?”

when gojo spins you around before crouching down himself, you’re left with shock and awe painting your features. your lips hang in a wide ‘o’ as you gawk down at him.

“no.” you guffaw.

right here, right now?

he’s still going to tease you, even on a train?

his hands pry your legs open, pretty pale face staring up at you. but holy shit, if he doesn’t look so good like that. for once, you understand why he gets off so much whenever you stare up at him during blowjobs.

he bundles your skirt up, hitching the fabric up before letting out a low wolf whistle. he scoffs, lips tugging into a grin and he glances at you with amusement.

“you’re so fuckin’ cheeky. how long were you prancing around like that?”

he eyes the glistening juices that slick against your cunt, how the viscous liquid paints the inner portion of your thigh. it shimmers in the fluorescent light, clashing against the soft pink tones of your pussy.

“all day, actually.”

at this newfound information, gojo lifts an eyebrow up in concern. his long middle finger prods against the entrance of your cunnie. he presses into it, applying pressure, but never really enough to fully finger you.

“so needy. waiting for my cock all day?”

gojo suddenly dips not one, but two of his fingers deep inside you. you swallow him up instantly, sucking him in and taking his digits down to the knuckle. he’s fucked your pretty little pussy too many times to count, curled his soft fingers and massaged your walls for months. he has no difficulty in claiming your sweet spot, kneading into the spongy crevice there.

he cranes his neck up a little, running his tongue down flat against the length of your cunt. he twirls the muscle around your clit, lapping at the sensitive bud whilst his fingers procure obscure squelching sounds.

you whine a pathetic plea, yanking some of his strands and thus pulling his face forward for more friction. he slips his fingers out, opting to slurp against the entrance of your pussy.

“tastes good, baby.” he hums, seas of deep blue staring up at you. it makes you hiss and jolt, eyebrows furrowing and face contorting.

“satoru- please—“

“hmmm? what is it, princess?”

you can barely afford to mince a sentence together. the way he’s crouched underneath you and feasting on your pussy like it’s the last supper he’ll have leaves you breathless and dizzy.

“your dick-“

“mine? what about it?”

you groan out a fit of frustration, knuckles turn white in his hair. there’s a pout that adorns him as he flinches.

“i want it, you fucking idiot”

“oh? you want my dick? that’s cute, babe. you should’ve just asked.”

“i can’t say no to my little angel.” he gives your pussy one last kiss before straightening himself, clicking the tension out of his neck.

“now then…”

he motions his index in a slight flick, other hand working to unzip himself.

“leg up.”

you reach out behind you, laying your palm flat against the train door to catch your balance. you shakily lift your leg up, allowing gojo to press his hand and hold you by the back of your knee. he groans when his veiny dick springs from its confines, curved shaft slicking against his jacket. the fabric makes him cringe a little, but he doesn’t waste time in aligning himself with your creamy cunt.

gojo guides his throbbing pink tip in, glancing down to watch how your pussy wraps and folds around his cock. it’s always been one of his favourite sights.

your head tilts and jaw falls slack at the initial push of his head. your thighs tremble and chest heaves as his dick fills you up and snaps into place like a jigsaw piece. there’s that vein on the underside of his shaft that always drives you crazy.

“so tight. you’re so wet for me. fuck.”

“you little shit, you’re totally into this as much as i am, aren’t you?” gojo grabs ahold of your chin, tilting your face to look at him. his lips briefly clash with yours. he pulls you in, tugging at your bottom lip and circling his tongue against the tip of yours. there’s a thin line of saliva that separates your mouth from his. he tastes faintly bitter yet sweet. it takes a couple of moments for it to click that it’s the taste of your own cunt.

“i know it feels good, but, try not to scream?”

“yeah ri- aah!-ght-“ you squeak, body jolting when gojo pulls himself out before slamming himself right into your g-spot. there’s the loud slap of his balls hitting against your skin, and it’s only a taste of what’s to come.

“you say somethin’?”

“n-no-“

“really? i thought i heard you talk. you tryna say that i’m wrong, then?”

“n-no-“

you’re not sure how he can keep up with the conversation. all you can hear is the garbled static in your mind, the froth that wants to seep out of the corners of your lips. you babble and whine incessantly. every rough slam of his hips sends you even more over the edge, ecstasy and harsh tingles crashing against your body as gojo rearranges your guts. you’ve lost all feeling in the leg that he’s holding up. just watching him fuck you like this is almost enough to make you cum.

you eye the deep blue veins that ride against his pale skin. his long and slender fingertips reach out as he curls one hand around your neck, thumb brushing affectionately underneath your chin. it’s nothing but a warning sign.

“listen to me when i’m talking to you.”

[littleshebear]

The Two Zavalas.

This will probably get rambly because I’m writing off the cuff but here goes. I have to say, as someone who was not a fan of the so-called unreleased lore book (Those We’ve Lost), I really, really like the Forbidden Memory lore entry. I just did not like the writing on most of the entries of Those We’ve Lost (the one about Ayane Takanome was the only one that really came alive for me). The one about Zavala and his wife just never stuck the landing with me for a number of reasons. I’m not against the idea of him having a mortal wife in his past, I actually really like the concept (I’ve written it myself) but I would prefer it if she had a character/personality outside of being a dead someone to give him angst (that’s a concern I also have with Forbidden Memory but hopefully they’ll develop her a bit more in future).

The main things I didn’t like in Those We’ve Lost were the characterisation and the thematic take-away. The characterisation was just too unsubtle for me. Zavala was portrayed as emotionally stunted, while Shaxx was a flawless mega-chad who shouted all the time (If you want good Shaxx characterisation, this is where it’s at). I don’t think this broad strokes characterisation did either of them justice. As for the take away, I genuinely feel it was massively out of character for Zavala to imply that he shut down emotionally and wouldn’t open up again because it hurt too much. That’s just not how I see Zavala and I have never seen him that way. This new, actual canon, lore entry makes me even more certain in my interpretation of him.

Zavala is not devoid of emotion, he merely seems that way at first glance because of something this lore entry draws attention to: There are two Zavalas. First, there’s his public-facing self, the Commander. The Commander is steadfast, serious, stolid, confident-sounding. But then there’s Just Zavala. Just Zavala, by contrast, is anxious, he worries, he’s a little shy and socially awkward. He’s a nerdy bookworm who dunts his head on the ground and sneezes when he’s trying to be reverential. I’ve said for a long time that Zavala is a difficult character to get a handle on because most of what we see of him is an act. The player/Young Wolf never sees Just Zavala, they only ever see the Commander persona and he’s a very different animal from Just Zavala.

The Commander is driven by duty, he’ll put his personal feelings aside for the sake of what has to be done, he has a harsh edge to him. Just Zavala loves crochet, goes out of his way to make friends with Eva, checks up on Amanda and takes her out for lunch, worries about Eris, allows himself to be emotional in front of Ikora, jokes with Hawthorne. The Commander has no time for anything softer than iron but Just Zavala? He’s soft.

So the take-away from Those we’ve Lost is that Zavala is unemotional because he’s so hampered by grief, just does not ring true to me. The Commander might always keep a tight leash on his emotions but Just Zavala cultivates personal relationships quite deliberately and some of his most important relationships are with mortals.

So why do I think the take away from Forbidden Memory is different from Those We’ve Lost? Because there’s an acceptance in Forbidden Memory, the mood of the prose isn’t that Zavala just can’t go on, he’s honouring her memory in a very specific way. He remembers and mourns but he accepts he can’t go back to those times, he has to let her go (a philosophy that’s perfectly in line with someone who loves poetry by a zen buddhist). Also, the “parlour trick” line hints at an affectionate playfulness within him that the player never gets to see. Also, his choosing to do the parlour trick at the memorial suggests that he can focus on happy times, that he in no way regrets what he had with her, despite the pain of losing her. This lore entry is bittersweet, yet life-affirming in a way Those We’ve Lost wasn’t.

For me, the take away from his relationship with this woman isn’t that it left him emotionally hamstrung, rather, it gave him an insight into humanity that some other Lightbearers might lack. It’s clear that some humans see Guardians as a strange, alien breed because many Guardians set themselves apart from humanity. But Zavala isn’t like that. To my mind, this entry goes a long way to explaining why he’s such a dogged champion for humanity. He loved her, she who was “mortal and perfect,” he sees the value in humanity because he loved (and clearly still loves) a human. His love doesn’t bog him down in grief, it’s a motivation, it’s the reason he will always put the City before the Traveler, it’s the reason he’s so dedicated to saving humanity, it’s why he nurtured Amanda’s talents, it’s why he befriended Eva, it’s why he persauded Hawthorne to stay and essentially made her an honorary Guardian. He didn’t just love a human, he loves humanity and will do everything he can to preserve it. He doesn’t just honour her at the memorial, he honours her every time he puts on his armour and along with it, his Commander persona.

[sleepy-exe]

Shapeshifter AU - 4

Iwaizumi x f!reader

<< Part 3 | Part 5 >>

Summary: Iwaizumi goes stargazing with Y/n at a park in the forest. She tries to find out what he knows. She then stays the night with him for more info, but what’s the plan? Sakusa just wants his friend to be safe.

Word count: 2.8k 

Warnings: y/n makes bad choices, and is kind of a creep but confronts that, poor Sakusa’s driving skills get shit talked and he ain’t even here, murder mentioned (1) one time, I prob got too detailed with the car reveal, sakusa is best boy, iwa’s a total dad 

Genre: sfw (for now, 18+ regardless), shapeshifter au, strangers to potential enemies to friends to lovers

a/n: I probably wrote too much about the car, but I’m a car guy (gal? person?). I hope yall like stars/stargazing. This is like borderline fluff. Also did you like Sakusa’s contact name. Cause I thought it was funnier than it actually is.

Part 4: It Can’t Hurt

Now outside the bar, the two of them headed for her car. There was only street parking when Y/n arrived earlier, so she had to walk down the street for a good 5 minutes or so to get there; all along they chatted about Ikuno. She never really came here except for the dive bar. It was only about a 15 minute drive here from work, so that was a bonus, but otherwise she had no reason to be in Ikuno.

Reaching her black Civic, the doors unlocked. She crawled into the passenger seat herself as Iwaizumi agreed to drive to the park. Being a shifter, she’s not too afraid of being in the car with a stranger. Surely she could defend herself against one guy - she’d be alone with him in the car and at the park. On the other hand, if he thinks there’s something weird up with her, such as being able to turn into a wolf, she wondered why he would even agree to tag along. Wouldn’t he be afraid of her?

Once he was in and shut the door, he was checking out the interior: black with red accents on the dash, doors, and steering wheel. In dash computer, racing style seats and petals. “When you said you drove a Civic, this isn’t what I was expecting.” He found the push start before bothering to ask for the keys.

“She’s cute, huh? ‘17 Type-R. My baby,” she went on, running a hand over the dash affectionately and giving it a little pat.

“’Cute’.. Not sure if that’s the word I’d choose.” He gave her a concerned look, “You really want a stranger driving your.. ‘baby’?”

“What are ya shit at driving?” She teased, “Please. I’m not letting you take off without me.” The memory of Sakusa learning to drive a manual in Type-R when it was new popped in her head. That was a rough day for her poor car. If this guy really knows how to drive a manual, then it can’t be any worse for it than when Sakusa is driving. She chuckled, “A friend I let drive it, I taught him to drive stick in this. He still isn’t great, but he doesn't stall it nearly as much as he used to.” She shrugs and taps on the screen in the dash, setting the GPS for the park.

“You taught your friend to drive in this?” He started the engine, put it in first gear, and pulled out of the parking spot flawlessly.

“To drive a manual,” she corrected, “He could already drive. He just only drives automatics. I tried telling him these are a lot more fun.”

The bar isn’t that far from the highway, so they were on it in no time. Driving down the highway, again he was shifting through gears smoothly. A nice change from the rough shifting she usually experiences while riding passenger. She should really get Sakusa to practice more. Not that he wants to. Deciding to text Sakusa, she pulls out her phone and sends him her GPS location for their little outing. Just to be safe. It’s not even quite 10pm yet, so he shouldn’t care. Though regardless he’d never complain about this sort of text.

More time went by as they traveled down the highway. They sat in silence, other than the engine and various street sounds. It wasn’t too awkward and Iwaizumi has yet to complain like she’s used to. If anything, he might be enjoying the ride.

With a buzz, she checks her texts. Sakusa replied and asked that she check in later so he knows she's safe. As much as she mentally shit talks his driving, she knows he’s an amazing friend and she loves him to death.

Checking his text, she was reminded of Oikawa’s text in the bar essentially asking if she were single. Though he was likely teasing and just trying to text something other than ‘hi’ or his name, but why not have fun with it.

>> To ’Oi-chan‘: “who’s asking?”

“So,” she breaks the silence, “Have you been to this park?”

“What one is it again?” He glanced at the GPS’s listed destination, “No, I haven’t been in that area. At least not that I can’t think of.”

“But you’ve been south of there then?”

He hesitated. “I haven’t been in the forest or surrounding parks. I've just been by them. I have friends that live around there and down the street is a convenience store right by the tree line that I sometimes run to if I’m over there.. But other than that, I don’t know the forest or the area for that matter.”

“I see.. It’s really beautiful out there.”

“Maybe I’ll have to go sometime when the sun’s out then. You’re a regular, right? Maybe you can show me around?”

Well. Sort of.

Not a regular at the trails and parks. Or being there during daylight hours. “I wouldn’t say regular.. I haven’t been to this park in ages.”

He had no response. Only looking out the windshield as he exited the highway. The GPS showed only 8 minutes left. The area ahead full of trees.

Y/n directed Iwaizumi where to park as the gates to the parking lot were closed. All nature parks are closed at night after all. There was even a sign stating that and warning visitors not to enter after dark, but where’s the adventure in following those warnings?

“You.. Sure we should be here?” Iwaizumi asked warily, walking alongside her in the grass. They left the car along the road, but no one should be out here this late so it’s fine.

“Like legally or..?”

“Y/n!”

She laughed and led him to an open field. The trees were far enough from this spot to give a clear view of the sky, stars twinkling, crescent moon shining. This really is the best place to stargaze. She wasn't lying about that.

“Hey! Don’t run!” He yelled as she took off for the middle of the field, giggling in response.

“I’m sure you can catch up, Mr. Athletic Trainer!”

“That’s not-“

But she wasn't listening. Instead she was slowing down as she reached the perfect spot, sitting down in the grass. Very soon he was sitting down too, a couple feet from her.

He wasn’t even in arms reach. “Okay, so what now.”

She smiles at him then looks to the sky. It can be hard to see the stars with how bright the city was, but out here was far enough away from any unnatural light source that she could pick out constellations. Well, the ones she knew anyway.

The both of them sat quietly, looking to the stars, hearing nothing but the nocturnal sounds of the woods surrounding them. Generally such spaces were incredibly calming, but with the anticipated conversation her heart was pounding. She still didn’t know anything for sure and her excuse of too many people around to ask questions, like at the bar, didn’t work here. Alone, far from anyone, in her element - what better time to find her answers.

In a low voice, still admiring the stars, she spoke, “So.. You’ve seen me ‘round before, huh?”

She peeks at him from the corner of her eye. No response, he’s only staring forward. So she continues, “Like at that bar? ..I’m not in Ikuno much, and deeper in the city can be so crowded, I doubt you would have noticed me anywhere there.” She tried not to jump straight to the point. Frightened prey always ran after all.

In a similar tone, he answers, “Maybe the bar.. Maybe we crossed paths elsewhere..”

Still looking up, though not at anything in particular, she hummed. “I think I’ve seen you before too.” She could feel his eyes on her now, but chose to not make eye contact and instead point up to a small constellation she found. She named what she thought it was aloud, pointing it out to Iwaizumi.

“Where?” He squinted at the sky, no idea which stars she was pointing to.

With a snicker she inched closer to him. Tracing a finger in the air, “Look. Right there. A few kinda go in a line and some off the side.”

He keeps staring at the sky, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Pretty sure you’re just crazy.”

The look she threw his way was comical, “No! I’m not!”

“Uh huh.. Definitely crazy.. You didn’t bring me out here to kill me, did you?” He looked back to her, serious as ever, “..‘Cause Oikawa will be so upset if I don't show up for lunch tomorrow. Seriously. He’ll whine so much, and he has your number now. He’ll absolutely call you and whine, thinking I’m ignoring him. You don't want that, right?”

She stared blankly at him. For a second there she really did think he was serious. “..Yeah. That sounds really annoying. I’d hate to have to deal with a sobbing Oikawa.” She attempted a playful tone that may or may not have failed. She followed up with a chuckle for good measure, “Guess I can’t commit murder then. That’d look bad on my record anyway. Plus, someone as pretty as me in prison? No thanks.”

He laughed and leaned back on his hands, gaze back at the sky. Tension down, she scooted closer. “There really is a constellation there, I swear.”

“Yeah. I see it.” He glanced towards her for a split second, “I was just fucking with you.”

Her jaw dropped. “Rude!”

She returned her attention to the sky, searching for any other constellation she might recognize. He even pointed one out to her, though he couldn’t remember what it was called. Unfortunately, she couldn’t either, but it was definitely a constellation. Had to be.

“..The convenient store you said your friend’s by. I think I’ve seen you there before. Maybe you recognized me from there?” Silence, but she noticed he was looking at her again. Slowly she turned her head to meet his gaze. Keeping calm, she gave him a light smile. He didn’t look all that uneasy, like she felt in her gut. She spoke with warmth, desperate to keep the conversation from getting uncomfortable, “Iwaizumi?”

The corners of his lips ticked up and mischief shined in his eyes. “What are you a stalker or something?” He laughed as she scoffed. “Fine. I've probably been there enough times. Maybe I did see you there before.”

Leaning her head back, she looked at the sky once more, but this time she wasn't searching the stars.

He doesn't seem like he’ll be a problem..

She was sitting much closer now than when they first arrived at the park. Carefully, she leaned her head on his shoulder, inhaling orange and sage and something else. She glances up to him before quickly averting her eyes to the stars one more time.

Soon both of them were walking out of the field. “I can take you home,” she offered.

Iwaizumi was trailing close to her side, heading back to the car that was left forgotten along the small paved road. Luckily, no authorities showed up. “I might take you up on that. It won't be out of the way will it?”

“If you’re in Ikuno, then that’s not too awfully far off from my drive home.” She gave him a teasing look, “Unless you would rather go to my place.. Though Ikuno is closer. Maybe I’ll just stay with you.”

He rolled his eyes and complained, “Are you really inviting yourself to my apartment?” Nudging her arm with his, and teased, “Think I wouldn’t invite you myself?”

She cocked a brow, “Oh?” Car now in sight, she heads for the driver’s door, making the car unlock. “I’ll drive.” Opening the door she added, “Just put your address in the GPS for me.”

Mini mission complete.

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa)’: “didn’t die. didn’t go home tho”

Following Iwaizumi into his apartment, Y/n kicked off her shoes by the door and hung up her coat. He had done the same and was headed for the kitchen to the right. “Hungry? Want anything?”

“Nah, thanks though.” She helped herself to the armchair in the corner across the room. His home felt warm and cozy, the sofa now to her right looked just as comfortable as the chair she’s in, coffee table mostly neat with books and a stack of papers. A soft area rug covered the center of the living room, covering a large portion of the wooden floors, the walls were a soft tan and to her surprise not completely bare. An entertainment center sat against the wall opposite of the sofa, a bookcase next to that. And there’s the large window to her left on the wall behind her. It gave that homey vibe. Looking lived in, but not a mess.

>> From ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa)’: “Do you plan on going home or are you going on one of your late night runs?”

>> From ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa)’:“Should I stay up waiting on a I’m home text?”

Iwaizumi walked in from the kitchen with two glasses of water and placed one on the coffee table in front of her.

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa)’: “neither and no”

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa)’: “go to sleep sakusa”

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa)’: “and thank you”

>> From ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa)’: “I want to ask but also don't want to know so goodnight Y/n. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Without spilling his water, Iwaizumi fell back on the sofa, watching as she typed away on her phone. “Letting someone know where you are?”

“Maybe,” she mumbles, setting her phone in her lap, she reached for the water.

“I mean, that’s a good habit to have if you are.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sure you don't want anything to eat?”

She laughed, “Do you normally parent the people you bring home from bars?”

“I’d hardly say I brought you home when you invited yourself over and then complained about being tired halfway here,” he complained.

“Well, I appreciate that ya offered to take over and aren’t forcing me to drive home tired.” She smiled then looked around again. “Do you have a dog or anything? Anyone live with ya? ..Ah! If you don't mind me asking.”

He shook his head, “No. No pets and it's just me here.”

Finishing her water, she carefully set the glass back on the coffee table. “I’m not hungry, but don't let that stop you from eating if you are.. If you don't mind, I may clean up while ya eat.”

“Of course,” he leaned forward to set his half empty glass down and retrieved hers before standing. “I’ll show you where everything is.”

She followed him down a short hallway as he led her to a bathroom. He pointed out anything she might need and got her a towel, as well as offering her clothes to sleep in to be more comfortable. She sniffed different soaps and such while he stepped out for a moment. Returning quickly with what appeared to be a t-shirt and sweatpants. She thanked him as he left the bathroom once more.

“Oh hey,” he stopped in the doorway and pointed in the opposite direction of the living space, “My room is that way. I’m just going to sleep out here.”

“Oh no no no,” she held a hand up, “You sleep in your bed. I’m fine with taking the sofa. I’m already using your place for tonight, it's no bother.”

“I can’t let-“ With the look she shot him, she cut him off. He lifted his hands, “Okay.. I’ll be in the kitchen for now.”

And with that he was gone, door closing behind him. Flipping the lock, she turned back to the shower. Turning it on, she messed with the temperature until it was just right before stripping and getting in.

After a probably longer than necessary shower, she felt clean and now smelled of sage, orange, and black pepper. Sweeping her damp hair back and out of her face, she got into the clothes he left for her. Which admittedly didn't fit the best, but they’d work. She stared at her dirty clothes for a moment before deciding to just leave them in a neat pile in there and picked up her phone.

Stepping into the hall, she didn't hear anything. Walking around the kitchen and living room, she determined he must be in bed already. Setting her phone aside, she situated the newly found blankets and pillows on the sofa and turned off the lights after opening the curtains to let some light into the room so she could find her way around the unfamiliar space. Crawling into the blankets, she played on her phone quietly, too awake and unsure about the decision she made to stay here. She was supposed to find out what she needed and go home. And yet somehow she was in the home of the very person who kept her up all those nights ago, wondering if he had seen her and what was going to happen if he did.

But nothing has happened. And the last sighting was over a week ago.

And he’s been nice to her even though she’s been a total creep.

What’s the plan?

Part 5 >>

[alphasmoonlit-selfships]

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Hello mystery anon! Thank you so much for the ask! I forgot as I was writing that that were asks meant to be answered by me for my F/o, but considering my recent f/o takeover by my dearest Atsushi, he answered a few of the asks too! UwU;

"It is a shared blog between us, Darling," Atsushi commented lightly, resting his chin a top the petite brunette, "I'm sure they won't mind at all!" 🥰

"Well let's just jump right into it, shall we?"

🍃:  Do you live together? If not, would you like to? How would you or how do you decorate?

Atsushi: We do live together actually! You can know more about that here in this ask!

Though the second question is new to answer; it was a slow and gradual process to decorate our place after it was entirely cleaned and ready to inhabit. We started with basic things we could afford, the Agency definitely helping us to get a few other things to fill in the space and make it feel more homey. Which we were grateful towards nonetheless!

Even so, I think the decorator between us is Dany, she usually suggests colors and what might fit well with the setting of a certain room in our condo. As well as how the layout should be. Of course, I pitch in my own suggestions that she usually considers and takes full validation of 😄 it definitely helps her figure things out as she often hits a dead end and is left a bit irked when she runs out of ideas 👀

We often buy things at random that might make the condo more homey, be it buying some items for the living room or dining, some plants to make the place more lively, either inside or on the balcony space, or paintings and frames. Which might I add, we have hung some pieces we worked on together!

It was some quality time building when we painted and made a messy, yet nice piece done! I may not be much of an artist, but Dany does know how to boost someone’s confidence when it comes to the subject U///w///U she is very sweet, comforting and patient.

But yeah! We are a bit of a mix of traditional, minimalist, and modern through the home!

🐚:  Which one of you brings the most physical or emotional energy to the relationship? Are there ever times where it’s overwhelming to the other, or are you pretty evenly matched?

Atsushi: I think Dany and I have shared a decent amount of offering each other that physical and emotional and mental energy to our relationship. It varies a lot with what we experience individually, but overall it is evenly match. We have a deep understanding of one another and share a few similarities when it comes to how we think and want to act on our emotions and affections.

I think Dany gives more of the physical energy as she isn’t one to always put things into words as it sounds in her mind. Her affection is warm, sweet, comforting, it’s soothing and brings out any tension I feel personally after a bad day. She often sings and hums to offer a bit of vocal response, or asks questions for me that give me the door to open if I want to talk about something. She doesn't press instantly and allows space for me to figure out what I would like to say.

I do worry that sometimes I may be a bit overwhelming for her; she is rather emphatic and has the tendency to take other’s emotions that often do drain her later on. It..often leads her to be apathetic when she feels her own bad days.

Which leads to the opposite of me, she is more withdrawn from speaking about her struggles and worries. Always giving a lot of herself to me or others that she forgets about herself. That’s where I have slowly began to draw her out of that mindset, I can understand where she comes from in that regard and offer what she usually craves the most; To be listened without being interrupted or bringing up an assumption she hasn’t stated. She use to apologize,,, frequently for how she just kept rambling about some feelings and teared up out of emotion. She still does occasionally, but not as often as before.

We have been through a lot, uncovering old wounds and healing together. Giving each other that reassurance and validation we both crave more than anything. I think that’s a great positive to our relationship, is how well we share a wavelength in our emotions and how we naturally crave physical bliss from each other. It’s a steady and comforting recovery to just cuddle in bed together after a draining day, for either or both of us.

On a positive note, we are very affectionate and sweet together, so a lot of other people tend to say. Sometimes saying how we are wholesome, or adorable together. It is nice and validating to hear. I tend to be more loving in public when given the chance, Dany isn't much into PDA as she doesn't like so many eyes on her. But has gradually learned to not care too much on it. She has gotten more confident in that regard 🥰 especially with surprise kisses U///w///U

I think the first time she ever kisses me a bit...passionately in public was when someone was apparently flirting with me? I didn't have a clue about it if I have to be honest 😅 and I do think her wolf ability may have given her that forward reaction to kiss me. Surprised I was, but not at all opposed to it~ it was so cute to see slowly realize what she did later and how she practically combusted into embarrassment for her forward action. She definitely needed some reassurance and words of encouragement from me 🥰🥰🥰

Needless to say, she is adorable and I love my darling, tiny lover UwU <3

⭐️: Does your FO have any habits that you only noticed after spending a significant amount of time with them? Do they notice any of yours?

Habits eh? Hmm, Atsushi has some peculiar ones that are caused by his tiger ability... I mean so do I, but I'm normally like that since I was a child. 😅 He is like a cat sometimes and it is honestly endearing to witness and very comforting 🥰 he purrs when we cuddle and has these big eyes sometimes when I give him praise and kisses UwU. Sometimes dilated during more... affectionate times~

He also still bares some habits that stem from his time at the orphanage that I never noticed until we started living together. Such as his early sleep and morning wake up schedule. I’m not much of a morning person in the slightest 😅 I can be very irked and tense and need at least an hour to mentally wake myself up as I move about the place. I especially need coffee and some sort of protein with my food to wake me up.

I’m not very lively and may look irritated to a fault 😔 the amount of times I worried mi Tigre at the start because he thought he did something wrong ;;;w;;; of course with time he understood and got use to it and definitely gave me the space to compose myself. He definitely makes it easier to wake up with a few affectionate kisses and preparing breakfast ;;;w;;; I, of course, in the rare times do the same for him, I just have to be up prior to his now 6am wake up 😮‍💨

Hmm.. he also has his bad days, usually when a memory of his past flickers in his mind he kind of shuts down and it leads to nightmares occasionally. They were more frequent earlier on when we moved in together in the dorms and the first few weeks in our new home and have gradually slowed down. But sometimes I would wake in the middle of the night to him gone, immediately picking him out cowering away in a closet. Huddled in a ball and attempting to stifle his tears when I find him..

I was concerned, but not overly as before when he first did this prior to our relationship. Instead I joined him and offered him my comfort to ground him back from his terror and memory. Usually wordless, gentle comfort and letting him cry out all the emotions that twist and pained his heart. Once he calmed a bit, I offered any words of validation and usually pitch the question if he would like to talk about it. Sometimes yes, sometimes no, either or I don’t let up holding him and keeping him steady to present time.

It’s definitely helped a lot, mi pobre tigre… he feels bad sometimes for the disrupt sleep or mental toll it brings me. But I always remind him, gently but stern, that in those moments he is the one that matters and I am not about to abandon him in his time of need.

Maybe it’s because I understand him deeply in that sense, while our lives may not have been the same, we understand the toll our traumatic past takes on us, individually.

Atsushi has definitely been there for me a lot of the time, I have a lot of self doubt and need plenty of reassurance. I’m..overly sensitive too so I don’t like arguing or any rise in anger, it’s hard for me to…really stand up for myself in that regard; hee..to literally not cry because I am trying to make a point…

Ah sorry, about the small downed turn this took; I don’t normally talk about these things. Am trying to get better by talking more about it, especially with mi Tigre who honestly listens when so many … often don’t.

Nonetheless, some more positive, funny/cute habits from the last; Atsushi tends to ramble on about new things he learns and enjoys telling me more about it. I remember he spoke for a whole hour about chameleons, I drew him some cute doodles as he told me more about them. He keeps the image somewhere in his phone. He also rubs his neck or cups his chin a lot when confused, nervous or in deep thought.

He on the other hand has noticed how often I tend to sit on my legs, that I don’t have a single perfect posture no matter where I sit. Could be the most comforting chair or very stiff, hard ones and I still keep my legs up with me. I just can't for the life of me sit still at all, it'd last like less than 5 minutes at most 😅 but he finds it adorable and cute how often I can just curl myself into what looks like an awkward position to others but for me is rather comfy and just how I prefer to sit.

His lap is the most comforting place to sit tho 👀👀

Atsushi: You also have the bad habit of biting your lips, Darling 👀

👀...Noooo... okay yes I do, a lot, like a lot more as of recent,,, And I crack my fingers a lot too...and tap my feet, more so in public out of nervous jitters I think...

Well, that's enough of that~ we greatly appreciate the emoji asks and honestly love doing these kinds of asks 🥺 it gives me so much more of a chance to explore the dynamic and relationship between mi Tigre and I ❤️😍🥰 Leaves me warm and fussy and soft. A melting puddle of silly and foolish love U///w///U...

Please by all mean's don't be shy to send asks or talk with me! I do my best to respond when I can and want to give all my love and support to every self shipper! Till the next asks! Take care!

[derelictdumbass]

DAEMON AU YOU SAY? 👀 This is your Free Ramble Pass 💌 (I also read your tags and I am losing it Dean HFKSHFKKD)

*holds this ramble pass up like simba* YOU HAVE UNLEASHED MY WORDS STRAP IN BELOVED AND FRIENDS (I'm glad you are losing it because I simply have been plagued with that thought for SO LONG and now it's ur turn)

anyway, some reststrained rambles about these bitches under the cut uwu 💕

(I'm gonna put a littol collage at the end so u can see all the bebs, but for now, WORDS)

John's daemon is a Ball Python named Seraphine and she acts very differently depending on who is around. With strangers she stays silent wrapped around John's shoulders and basically indifferent, with friends she's a little more talkative and will maybe slither down his arm or on the back of where he's sitting and with family she's very lively and sassy and will slither away to mingle with the other daemons. (I could go on about how that shows his comfort levels around people and all that entails for hours but I'll refrain)

Joseph's daemon is a Golden Monkey named Evelyn and she's very similar to Joseph, she doesn't follow society's silent/invisible rules and doesn't believe personal space applies to her. She'll climb all over other people and talk to anyone and everyone which unsettles many, other daemons even shy away from her when she's in the room. She's very affectionate to the project members and family naturally but like Joseph she does have that chilling calm violent nature about her. (Like okay I know a monkey isn't that scary but when she goes dead silent and just stares at you that'd be unnerving okay, I keep reimagining the plane crash with her and OOOOOO it just adds a lil Spice)

Jacob's demon is a Wolf named Dante (I KNOW SO SHOCKING LEAVE ME ALONE) and he's a silent, grumpy protector. He can go farther from Jacob than most daemons can go from their people but he'll mostly keep to his side and stalk by his heel wherever he goes. He doesn't talk unless provoked and even then it's very condescending retorts, he barely pays other daemons attention (Seraphine and Evelyn are exceptions of course) and he goes for humans if attacking. I'd like to imagine he helps in training Judges somehow, not sure though.

Faith's daemon is a Linx named Ophelia, she comes across as very aloof but can be very cunning. She doesn't say much as she's usually 'asleep' at Faiths feet or chasing after butterflies and basically just doing her own thing. Spoilers Ophelia and Faith have actually been separated, I thought it would be interesting if they had a way to use Bliss to separate Daemons and humans without the daemon simply dying. (although that is still a possible outcome and it's probably erratic) Ophelia tends to ignore humans and only talk to other Daemons.

Sharky's Daemon is a Jack Russel named Aideen and she's excitable and full of energy and her dream is to ride a bear into a fight. She's very sweet and cuddly and unsurprisingly will jump into close friends laps, she also doesn't shut up and much like Sharky she makes no sense half the time. (all Sharky's secrets and feelings getting spilled but no one notices bc Aideen talks too fast and throws in a bunch of other bullshit with it lol) Sharky and Aideen can't be that far apart for too long, they have one of the strongest bonds in Hope County bc I said so.

Hurk's Daemon is a Teacup Pig named Portia (AND I LOVE HER), she is just a tiny bundle of carefree joy with absolutely zero thoughts in her little head. Hurk usually carries her bc she's so small but sometimes you will just see her trotting behind him very fast (and getting distracted and wandering off before needing to rush back to Hurk). Like Aideen she's very cuddly but not just to close friends, she'll accidentally bump into people's legs or do it on purpose if Hurk knows them at least a little. She also really loves pie and sunflowers.

Staci's Daemon is a Stout named Leah!! (maybe you can give me an opinion on if that fits him or not, as our local Staci expert uwu) She's sassy and full of bravado and puffs her little chest out while sat atop Staci's shoulder. She will cause chaos around the office/jail, hide in filing cabinets and spook people and will constantly annoy Joey's Daemon (which is a Hyena, just putting that here bc he's not that fleshed out, he's a sweetie tho). I could go into the shift her personality goes through after what Staci has to go through but :) that's pain, so instead know she also tends to hide in Staci's shirt pocket and poke her head out.

Deputy!Dean's daemon is a lil Red Panda named Clementine and she is very playful and fiesty around most people, she likes to hide in his jackets or ride on other larger Daemon's backs. She's far more talkative than Dean himself, seemingly having a fun fact on everything and always ready to start a fight until a fight is actually presented. She's very protective of Uriel despite being half her size and it's not unusual to see her sat on Michael's shoulders.

Michael's Daemon is a Wolf and her name is Uriel, she's very calm and doesn't talk much. She stays close to Michael and is patient with other smaller Daemons that usually climb all over her. Unlike Michael she's more openly soft and honest about how she (and he) are feeling, often to Michael's dismay. Comically the only other human she's touched is Dean and usually only when she's dragging him away from danger (aka pulling him off the road by his shirt when he's not paying attention and Michael isn't close enough). (Also Alexys if u read this she would love you a whole bunch and rest her head in ur lap Often uwu)

James' Daemon is a Dire Wolf named Elizabeth and she's a giant white ball of fluff and kindness. She's a lot like James in the way she tries not to take up much space (while taking up a lot of space) and she'll curl up out of the way of everyone and basically act as a big bed for other Daemons. She's more talkative than James, often voicing concerns he would keep to himself and being more stern when it comes to keeping their friends from partaking in their dangerous ideas.

Okay so a lot of the others I'm not sure on but I did settle on Nick's Daemon being a Bald Eagle, I'm thinking Black Bear for Kim, an Owl for Grace, a Royal Spaniel for Mary May and that's about all I got owo;;

Okay I honestly just wanted to yell about the Daemons so thank you for the ramble pass I will shush now I have been sated of the yellies uwu 💕💕💕

(The Bebs,, minus Elizabeth just imagine a big white wolf with blue eyes ajajsjsj)

[tarisilmarwen]

fav sabezra moments???

HOO BOY you've opened the floodgates now, lol.

I've already talked about some of my favorite moments when I did my Top Twenty OTPs post series (and boy, I am still not over just how quickly Sabezra climbed its way up the list and shoved a bunch of other entries down, lol) but I might as well talk about them again because shut up I love them and you can't stop me.

I love basically... all their interactions in the finale.  It's really hard to narrow it down to just one moment because they're all SO SO GOOD but the top highlights are:

Their brief conversation in the gunship before the mission.  Because Sabine is so ATTUNED to him and sensitive to what he's feeling and thinking and she can tell that he is abnormally Distressed about this mission and for a split second you can see him really struggling with whether or not to tell her.  Before he basically lays out that he has the utmost faith and trust in her.  Trust that is put to the test when...

Ezra sneaks away and Sabine covers for him.  The looks on their faces are heart-wrenching ugh don't touch me.  Him silently begging her to let him do what he needs to do.  Her agonizing, visually pleading with him for a moment not to do it before she accepts that he has to, and her small nod of understanding.  ABSOLUTELY KILLS ME.

Their adorable banter over the comms.  "Well, you could have told the rest of us."  "I wanted it to be a surprise!"  EZRA YOU CHEEKY LITTLE SHIT.

(Also of note: Sabine begging Ezra to get off the ship before it goes to hyperspace and him saying his final goodbye mostly to her JUST STAB ME IT WOULD HURT LESS.)

And I'd be remiss without mentioning her staying on Lothal for seven years, living in his tower, with her hair cropped short like his, her armor covered in tributes to him, affectionately poking the cheek of her painted mural of him before leaving with Ahsoka to go bring him home.

HHHHHNNNNNNGGGH I loved them before and the whole finale just took it over the top spilling out and drowning me with feels.

Aside from the finale I also really love:

This bit from the end of "Heroes of Mandalore".

THIS LOOK.

MY GOSH IT IS SO SOFT AND TENDER AND WARM AND DAMMIT YOU TWO WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE YOU ARE YOUR WHOLE WORLDS?!

Ridiculously unfair.

The whole canyon chase in "Imperial Supercommandoes".

This is basically what made me ship it because I took one look at them tag-teaming in the S3 previews from this episode and my brain went "Battle Couple!" and I was a goner.  You could not dig me out of the pit after this, lol.

Some other favorite moments:

Counselor!Ezra from "Trials of the Darksaber".

They have a lot of really great interaction in this episode but this soft conversation between them after Sabine has yelled at Kanan in frustration and stormed off is just so understated and sweet.  Ezra comes up to her like he always does when a member of the crew is upset—because he's an empath and an encourager and he worries about her in particular—and sympathizes with her about Kanan being kind of a hardass teacher.

Sabine is still stuck mentally in her self-pitying guilt spiral, though, railing about how no one understands and she doesn't want to talk about it.  (Which uh, Sabine, how do you expect anyone to understand what you're feeling if you won't tell them?)  It's clear from Ezra's expressions that he does understand, but he respects her wish not to talk about it and leaves her be.  The parallels to Season One, when Sabine was urging Ezra to talk to Tseebo to reconcile his unresolved family situation, are just delicious.

Speaking of though...

"Happy Birthday, Ezra Bridger."

Cripes these two kill me.  She didn't have to go rooting through the disc and she didn't have to clean up the picture of his parents for him but it was his birthday dammit and he'd had a horrible day and she'd spent two episodes worrying over him and caring about him and arguing for him to find closure about his parents so she was going to give him a present to cheer him up and hhngngnnn the lighting is so warm and her expression is so soft and it's just a breath of balming peaceful relief after the day's harrowing events.

Stealing the TIE Defender and the wolf ride in "Flight of the Defender".

Their banter in this episode is hilarious.  "Well, Ezra, you've certainly got their attention."/"I'M GLAD THIS IS WORKING FOR YOU!" kills me with giggles every time.  And then Ezra is just so Worried and Concerned about Sabine when the wolf shows up and so careful with her when he takes her down off it at the end of their ride aaaah.

Ezra throwing her his lightsaber in "Legacy of Mandalore".

This boy and his utter trust in her, ungh.  He posed objections to having to give up his lightsaber earlier and yet when Sabine is weaponless and trying to protect her mother he doesn't even hesitate.

Some honorable mentions:

Ezra sacrificing himself for her in "Always Two There Are".

Sabine choosing to go back with him to Atollon in "Zero Hour".  (Bonus points for convincing her mom to send reinforcements with them because if Ezra says they can do it, they can.)

The ridiculous amount of hand-holding (well, catching each other by the hand) in "Heroes of Mandalore" and "In The Name Of The Rebellion".

Their awkward undercover "date" in "The Occupation", specifically when Sabine softly grabs Ezra's wrist to pull him away before he does something rash to the Imperials.

"Are you with Sabine?"  "Yeah I'm with her!"  [mental backtrack]  "I'm mean!—I'm not with her with her, I'm just friends.  With her."

Their absolute faith in each other in "World Between Worlds".  ("Sabine will know."/"He's on his way.")

Ezra's petty jealousy at Lando in "Idiot's Array".

Pretty much any time she puts her hand on his shoulder but particularly the moment in "A Fool's Hope".

Aaaaand that's as good a place as any to end my very extensive (but by no means exhaustive!) list.

I just love them so much.

[cullxtheherd]

i hope you're doing well , brother . i heard your trainees are coming along nicely . i'm proud of you jacob and all that you've accomplished .

hi wow i am sorry for being such an asshat and taking literaLLY SO LONG to answer this skdnfkjsfnd- thank you i love you. also! always feel free to reply or turn any ask into a thread, i do not ever mind that at all!!

The CB radio at the end of his haphazard collection of barely-there pressed wood top tables buzzes to life, John’s voice barreling down the end like a ton of bricks. Jacob sucks in a sharp breath, one nostril whistling as he rises. Pinching the end of his nose to combat the high-pitched squeal he also goes for the general store brand, thin frames perched higher up on its bridge. Fifty is approaching and rapidly, too; without the non-prescription glasses under low light conditions he has been getting headaches recently.

He’ll never admit it- take it to the grave.

“Johnny,” He says, thumb finally on the microphone and free digits tuning the signal to his personal frequency a little more accurately. Jacob takes a moment to suck in a much needed, rasping breath - with pollen high because of a short-term drought he is having difficulty with his condition as of late.

His younger brother is, as always, the most accepting of the bunch as far as Jacob and his horrific plans are concerned and? Jacob grins, widely in the privacy of his office for the first time in days. “It’s good to hear your voice,” Accepting compliments has never been his forte but he does, in his own way, syllables warm and gentle on their way down the line, “Heard you had a visit from the Rookie recently.”

I was worried about you.

He doesn’t voice his concerns because he is more than certain John knows him - the new him - well enough by now to read between the lines. “I’ll be sending the next batch of Chosen to Holland Valley in the morning, they’ve-”

He sighs with his thumb off of the ridged button before he resumes transmission, “Don’t go easy on them, they’re a bunch of no-good whelps.” Had it been Joseph or Rachel he’d have considered lying and burnishing their achievements, but? John seems to respect him, so he returns the favor.

Elvis nudges against his elbow and without a thought to it he reaches, affectionately running the palm of his hand against the wolf’s snout. It is nearly a quarter past feeding time because of a mound of building papers in the incoming pile nearest the computer and he frowns at the canine, silently apologizing.

“When- shit. What day is it?” Generally speaking Jacob seed is aware of days, just not dates and he grabs for the tabletop calendar with both hands. “Revival coming up soon,” One hand on the microphone he peels open the nearly rusted shut drawer of the desk-end he is at, procuring a fiery hot cinnamon ball. Speaking around the confection he leans back in the spring-rotten office chair, heels of his boots on the corner of the nearest surface, “I know your people are planning most of the event, but, Johnny,” His lips peel back wide, mitigating a laugh around the cinnamon ball, “You need any meat?”

[the-omni-princess]

Blood Bound [Chapter Five]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader

Summary: Vampires and witches have been known enemies since the dark ages. Backstabbing, secrets, and magic turned supernatural brethren again each other. As a natural-born witch, you grew up on these stories, your own monsters under your bed. What happens when one of those sworn enemies claims that you are his blood mate, the vampire equivalent of a true mate? Will you give in to this man out of time? Or destroy him for the sake of your Coven?

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of death, major character death, talks of death, talks of a historical event with a twist

A/N: So, this was supposed to be for Halloween so Happy Halloween! Lol, this series was supposed to be done by Halloween and I think I’m like halfway through. I had two lab reports and a test today and its two am Im ded

Enjoy!!!

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Sleep in Bucky’s arms was virtually dreamless, which after the day you had had, was a sweet relief. Once you woke up, you could only remember a fraction of your remaining dream. A peaceful scene, you and Bucky laying in a field of flowers, smiling, talking about nothing in particular. It seemed awfully familiar. Maybe you were really- no. That simply was impossible. There was no way you were reincarnated. But why did everything feel so familiar? Like home?

The sun filtered in through your balcony, the curtains were slightly open. Cool arms were wrapped around you protectively, cool breath fanning against your neck. You bit back a giggle, hearing Bucky snore behind you. His hand shifted slightly lower, resting against your abdomen, sending a wave of flashes before your eyes. Hands. Warm, big, pulling, gentle, soft. Light kisses below your ear. Whispers of love. A murmur of “Sweetling.” Contentment. Sated.

As you gasped softly, the memory fled, slipping through your fingers like sand. Bucky groaned softly behind you, “Are you alright?” Concern laced in his sleep heavy voice.

“It was nothing, I think it was a flash of a memory…” you indulged. Okay, maybe this whole reincarnation theory would explain all of this memory flashes, but it seemed ridiculous.  “Guess, for the time being, we both have memory issues,” you teased. Okay so maybe you were using humor as a coping mechanism but finding out you had a vampire soulmate was a little overwhelming.

You could feel him smiling into your neck as he looked at the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling. “So, I gather you like stars?”

Your pulse beat just inches from his fangs, and yet you felt nothing but absolute trust in the one creature you weren’t supposed to trust. It was alarming how you unequivocally trusted this man. “I love them. The stars guide our everyday lives without even realizing it.”

“Spoken like a true witch,” he sighed softly, unable to stop smiling. “Creeks… you also used to like creeks and springs in the woods,” he murmured. “Right before a storm as the skies darken and the lights leave the forest floor.”

“Mountains,” you mumbled absentmindedly. “You liked the snowy mountains because as spring thawed the ice, it brought me more streams.” You let your eyes close, leaning against his touch. It felt gratifying to remember something. Okay, fine. Maybe you really were Theo. But how?

Bucky tensed behind you, interrupting your existential crisis thoughts, soft growling sounding from the back of his throat, sending shivers down your spine. “Someone’s here.” His grip tightened on you, protective.

“Probably the Coven, Bucky it’s okay, as long as Carol isn’t the one to find us like this.” You turned in his arms, a little surprised to see crimson red eyes staring towards your door. You placed your hand on his chest, feeling a small beat below your fingertips. You quickly moved your hand, that must have been your imagination. Vampires didn’t have heartbeats.

He sat up, tensed, hair standing up on the back of his neck. “It’s not your Coven Sisters. I know their scents, this is different. It smells like witch, and wolf.”

Stretching, you stood, “I think I know who it is, calm down,” you sighed softly. “But he can probably smell you, so you need to hide.” You glanced at the sun floating in through your blinds. “Can you stay quiet up here?”

He smirked, which sent your heart for a ride. “I’ll be as quiet as a mouse,” he assured with a smile that promised mischief.

“Cool, because when I get back, you and I are having a serious conversation about this whole memory thing,” you tossed the blanket from last night into your hamper, dirt and dry leaves still sticking to it from your run in the woods. “Maybe you can help me look through the books and find that spell you think you performed on your Theo. Figure out if I’m her, or just remember things she knew.”

“Anything you wish, Sweetling,” you didn’t need to turn around to know he was grinning, joyful at a chance to explore this, so you just rolled your eyes affectionately, pulling on a jacket to hide the fact you were wearing the same exact clothes as last night.

Closing the door behind you, you made your way downstairs. As you walked through the living room, three very recognizable voices made their way to your ears. Two of your three guests were expected from what Bucky told you. One of them made your blood start to boil, anxiety and nerves shooting through you. You took a deep breath before rounding the corner to the kitchen, silently praying that Bucky wouldn’t hear your heart rate spike and come down here.

Pepper spotted you first, already having brewed coffee and smiling at you. “Good morning, y/n.”

Smiling back at her, you took the mug of coffee from her gratefully. “Been a few weeks since you visited, Pep. I was wondering if you forgot about me.” You teased before turning to your other guest. “Keeping her busy, I presume?” You smiled at Tony.

The two must have just come back from their Honeymoon, something you knew Pepper was looking forward to. The Coven wasn’t quite the same without your mother hen witch sister. Older than you, she took over as your mother figure rather quickly after finding you. She was the reason your powers were under control most of the time, having taught you everything she knew.

You then turned to your third visitor, “Council Member Pierce, what brings you to my little nitch of the woods?” You gave a polite smile, noticing Tony’s apologetic smile behind the Council member.

“Simply passing through during our investigation of what happened to the Mountain Coven,” he provided. God, you always hated how calculating he sounded, even with simple sentences. Alexander Pierce, one of your least favorite Council Members and the current Head of the Council, and they all inadvertently hated you.

“We heard what happened and wanted to check in on you when we found Council Member Pierce here already on his way,” Pepper, ever the diplomat, supplied you with the missing gap. He probably forced his way into your home or forced Pepper to open the door knowing him. Manipulative and slimy seemed to be common Council member personality traits.

Rubbing the inside of your wrist, you smiled warmly, plastering the fake grin on your features. “Well make yourself at home before continuing on in your journey.”

“Oh, he was just leaving,” Tony snarled lowly. Pepper placed a hand on his shoulder, and he visibly relaxed, yet you could practically see the fumes coming off of him.

Pierce simply stood, “Keep a tighter leash on your dog Ms. Potts,-“

“Potts-Stark,” Tony snarled, eyes narrowing, Pierce ignored him as he continued.

“I will be seeing more of you during the investigation, don’t disappoint Ms. L/n.”

You gave him a fake smile once more, “Have a great day,” he promptly left, and you shut the door none-to-gently behind him.

Sitting back in the kitchen you took a sip of your coffee, letting the scorching liquid boil your insides. You could feel both Starks’ gaze burning into your head as you sighed. “I know you smelled him the second you walked through the door Tony, and thank you for not tell Pierce. Now, tell me what you’re thinking,” you locked eyes onto the werewolf.

“That you’re insane, or that you’re going to get yourself killed, where should I start?” He deadpanned.

You sighed softly, taking another sip of your coffee. “Bucky, you can come down here,” you called softly, knowing he could hear you from your room.

A small gust of wind notified you of his added presence. He placed a hand on your hip possessively, fangs bared as he growled. “Mutt,” he scowled.

“Leech,” Tony responded in kind, baring his own fangs. Pepper shot you a look, one you shrugged off. Both men were confrontational, but you knew Tony since you were younger, and he wouldn’t just hurt another nocturnal without a reason. And Bucky, despite technically barely knowing him, well, he was just a goofball at heart. And you knew he would trust you.

Placing a hand on his shoulder seemed effective, the growling buzzing off softly. Inky black eyes looking at you for an explanation. “Bucky, this is one of my Coven Sisters, Pepper, and her husband, Tony. You two better play nice,” you threatened giving them both a look.

Tony scowled at you, “You dragged a leech into your home and you want me to play nice?!” he fumed. You knew Tony was just trying to protect you but sometimes he did go a bit overboard.

“Yes, wolfie. I have some explaining-“

“Yeah, no shit!” He cried out.

Sighing softly, you headed out towards the library without another word, all three on your heels. You quickly gathered the books you needed, dropping the new additions besides the books on witch and Soul Bound Lore already sitting on your desk. Bucky took an interest in one, in particular, an old relic Wanda had found for you. He gulped faintly, running his fingers through the yellowed pages before looking up at you. Tony and Pepper watched curiously, both noting how the two nocturnals in front of them seemed to gravitate towards each other like magnets.

Grabbing the book, you most frequented about Soul Bound, you slid it towards the couple, taking a deep breath. “Bucky and I are Soul Bound,” you explained in a meek voice.

Both Starks responded at the same time.

“You’re name’s Bucky?!”

“You’re Soul Bound to a vampire?!”

Taking a chance, you gently intertwined your hand in Bucky’s, who seemed quite shocked you would do that. You were positive that if he could, he would be blushing, staring at your hand. Tightening your grip on him you nodded, “Yeah…”

Tony burst into a fit of giggles, making Pepper roll her eyes. “I’m sorry, what kind of old fashion name from a vampire is Bucky,” he continued to laugh.

“Short for Buchanan. My baby sister, Becca, came up with it,” he babbled, swallowing against the bile rising in his throat.

“What happened to her?” Your mouth moved before your brain told it to shut up and not interrogate the man with the missing memories.

He squinted faintly at your interlocked hands, thinking for a moment before replying, “Died of yellow fever when we were young.”

“Wow, we’ve known him for ten minutes and we’re already learning the tragic backstory. Can you believe that, Pep?” Tony interrupted.

Swallowing back the new wave of memories the words ‘yellow fever’ brought into your head, you opened the book in front of you. “I need your help, Pepper. Is there a way to bring someone back to life? You’re the only witch I know who even read the necromancy chapter in school and took it seriously.”

“I mean probably, in theory, that’s the whole point of necromancy, bringing life to the dead and dying.” She shrugged, turning the book towards her. She browsed a few pages, while you ignored Tony’s looks towards your vampire. Wait. When did he become your vampire? “This might be it,” Pepper mumbled, turning the page towards you. Both you and Bucky started skimming through the words. “There’s a difference between bringing back from the brink of death and actual death, but this is the main difference.”

Bucky squeezed your hand faintly, “I did the spell wrong,” his shoulders were hunched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly. Preoccupied with his reaction, you didn’t notice the rest of your Coven filing through the library doors. They visibly froze at seeing Bucky, Carol’s eyes zeroing in on your intertwined hands.

“Did what spell wrong?” Natasha called, causing you to jump with a small shriek.

“Shit! Nat, don’t scare me like that,” you glared at her. She gave you a self-satisfied smirk in response as you spoke. “Necromancy. Specifically, a spell to bring someone back. Well… we don’t think this is the first life we’ve been tied together.” That was the first time you said it out loud, accepted it. It was terrifying. Liberating.

“First life?” Maria was the one to speak up, sliding into a nearby chair, Sasha happily jumping into her lap. The tabby purred as she rubbed behind her ears as you tried to think about how you could explain this big mess.

Thankfully, Bucky spoke. “I was born in the 1600s, my wife and I moved to a newer colony, and they killed her, Theo, for being a witch. She was my Soul Bound. I… I tried to save her, but I think I used the wrong spell. I think I used a rebirth spell instead of a bringing back from the brink of death spell.”

Carol’s eyes narrowed in on him, “You were a witch too? Convenient if you ask me. Besides, how do we know your ‘Theo’ is y/n?” All the Coven’s (and one amused werewolf’s) eyes were bearing into him.

He held up the hand he was laced into, “This birthmark, Theo had one in the exact spot. Well, her’s was a scar, from when she pricked herself on needles.” He put your hand back down before continuing. “Mint leaves like her, exact same scent,” his vision started to double, and he took a shaky breath, “Same powers, same eyes when she uses said powers, same smile, same kindness towards any creature,” he groaned softly, using his free hand to clutch his temples. “Fuck, not now,” he whimpered.

You helped him take a seat, ignoring your Coven to make sure he was comfortable. “Are you okay? It’s a memory isn’t it?” He nodded weakly, looking up at you, which made you realize your hands had migrated into cupping his cheeks. “I’m right here, Bucky, I’ve got you,” you murmured, moving up to gently rub his temples as he whined. Vulnerable and terrified, soul in your hands, the Coven watched as you guarded over your defenseless vampire.

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Laughter like honey. Smiles like sugar. Candied hearts, crystallized tears of joy. His Theo. Always his. He was a liar. She was gone. And it was his fault.

He kept running, too slow for the woman – no, creature – beside him, but he no longer cared. Running for far too long. Kill him. He deserved it. He was a monster. He lied. He broke his promise.

Somewhere along the way, a man started to run with him as well. To blind by his own tragedy, he truly didn’t even notice the two vampire companions having a fling. Peggy. She had dragged him away from her death. Now, Steve, was it?, was to lovesick with the older vampire to notice she was stringing him along. She never did like the loneliness of eternity.

Mud, moss, gross green stuff. Bucky no longer cared. That was until the caught up with him. Finally, finish this. Kneeling in the cold mud, freezing rain biting into his skin. A gun pressed to the back of his head to keep him still, but he didn’t care. He begged for it to finally be over.

It was truly ironic, he though at least, that the very judge that passed the sentence that murdered his love, would put the bullet in his head and kill him. A loud shot, and a consuming, blinding pain encompassing his head and body. He couldn’t cry out as he fell onto the mud. Limp, hoping for his death to be just a little quicker, his murderer turned his body over. Through caked vision, he finally understood why he was always so wary of witches.

Judge Armin Zola stood above him, grinning murderously down at him. “Such a shame, Barnes. We could have been great, but you and your Bound were too powerful to control. Don’t take it too personal, after all, we don’t like any Natural Born, not just you.” Tormented, and alone, on his dying breath, Bucky could only think of how he couldn’t wait to see Theo again. And that’s when the burning pain started to shoot through his veins.

-

When Bucky came to, his head was resting on her lap. He practically purred, despite it sounding like a whine, as her hands ran through his hair. Home. Safe. His eyes shot open, scanning the room as he realized they weren’t alone.

“Calm down Count Chocula, y/n explained the memory thing while you were out, and her own issues,” Tony sneered, not looking up from the book he was perusing through.

He shook his head, trying to speak but his brain decided to disconnect with his mouth. “Let me help,” Wanda offered, already sitting beside the pair. “I read minds if you would like, save your strength.”

He looked up towards Theo – no, she’s Y/n now – who nodded, still running her hands through his hair. “You can trust her, I trust her with my life.”

That’s all he really needed. Anyone worthy of her affection earned his own a moment later. She’s all he needs to trust in, his new own personal religion. He nodded towards the red witch, who placed a hand on his shoulder. He felt like he was swimming in reds and burgundies. Wanda gasped softly, lifting her hand away quickly as if his touch burned her. “No way,” she muttered, rushing for a book. She hastily opened it, flipping through pages before freezing on a very specific section. “Look familiar?” She turned it for him to see. The crude drawing looked like his Theo, a noose around her neck, the Judge he saw standing beside her.

“That… that looks like me?” You murmured softly, hands stilling in Bucky’s hair.

The man in question sat up, groggy as the memories started to flash through his eyes, the blurry picture slowly coming into focus. He blinked a few times before pointing towards the Judge. “Him. He killed me ten years after killing you.”

Carol looked a bit skeptically towards them, “Yeah but why would some witch kill you two? Got him mad?”

He tilted his head towards the pages, skimming his finger along with the words. “He wasn’t just some witch.” He closed his eyes, straining to hold onto his racing thoughts before his eyes flashed gold then red again. “He was the Head of the Witch Council.” He turned towards a stunned you. “The Council killed us because we were gaining too much power,” he reached forward across the sofa, taking your hands in his.

“Ten years… you said you died in Queen Anne’s War, and I died ten years before that. My dreams, it's chilly, like October.” Your hands were shaking as your thoughts started to pull the information together, but Bucky’s cool and soft hands were acting as an anchor to this moment.

“Eighteen. They hung eighteen girls that October.” He was starting to connect it together as well.

“Holy shit, I died in the Salem Witch Trials,” your voice rang out throughout the room. Bucky squeezed your hands gently, and you let him act as your tether to the mortal whelm. “We were killed by the very Council that had sworn to protect all witches, and you were saved by the vampires we were told by them to fear.”

“Well, this is just getting deeper and deeper. Before you know it, you’ll be telling me the Coven to the North died because they found out the Council has been killing Naturals.” Tony quipped from the side of the room.

The room froze, taking in the statement. “Well, it would explain a lot,” you murmured. “They were getting powerful, and dominant witches who don’t need as much energy to have magic aren’t easy to control.” That was the last connecting dot. The darkness in the distance wasn’t just some mythical monster. It was the very same man that stood in your living room and drank your tea just an hour ago.

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One where Robb was away for war and won. He comes back not knowing whether rumors that his best friend (reader) and Jon are a thing are true, but the second he gets down from his horse she’s like jumping into his arms crying because she’s so relieved he’s back and safe and sound and later all Starks (including Jon of course) hang around, Robb brings her to her room and she asks him to stay and they finally just kiss. Like a little anxiety but a lot of fluff. I love your writing!

Of course my darling!!

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Robb felt his heart growing heavier with every step that his horse took back towards his home.

Since he had been away fighting, he had received letters from his best friend, Y/N who had been a ward at Winterfell for as long as any of the Starks could remember, updating him on life at Westeros, assuring him that everything was running smoothly in his absence and that she missed him.

And yet, Robb had picked up on the amount of times Jon had been mentioned and the affectionate tone Y/N carried when speaking about him.

He had also had heard the rumours of their courtship. The very idea of Y/N being with anyone made Robb’s stomach churn. The fact that it was Jon just made it even worse.

Robb pulled his horse to a stop outside of his home. His father dismounted before him, embracing his mother in a hug before greeting his other four children. 

Robb got down from the horse and locked eyes with her.

Even from just that one look he could tell how desperate she was to go and greet him. A laugh formed in his stomach at the clear hopeful anticipation obvious in her stance, but it died before it could see the light of day as he saw who was stood next to her.

Ned, however, vocalised his laugh as he reached his ward.

“Go to him, Y/N, or you may explode,” he chuckled and Y/N took that as all the permission needed to rush over to Robb and throw herself into his arms.

Robb caught her readily, holding her close and rocking her backwards and forwards as they embraced. His head fell to the crook of her neck as she breathed in deeply, her hands tightening slightly.

“I was so worried about you,” she said though the words were muffled by his clothes.

“I promised you I’d come back,” Robb pointed out and Y/N let out a breathless laugh, grinning up at him with shining eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re really home,” she whispered, her hand coming up to rest on his cheek. Robb softened under her touch, as he always did with her, and smiled.

“I’m home,” he murmured in response.

“And it’s good to have you here!” Jon’s voice knocked Robb back into reality and he stepped away from his best friend, not missing the disappointment that flashed across her face.

Robb took Jon’s hand, pulling him into a hug.

“It’s good to be back,” Robb admitted, slapping his back maybe a little too hard.

“It’s good to have you back,” Jon repeated, no sense on malice in his words and he shot a sly grin in Y/N’s direction. “Perhaps it will mean that Y/N will shut up about you,” Y/N looked away in embarrassment and Robb’s heart lifted hopefully.

“Aren’t you going to say hello to your mother?” Catelyn called, breaking Robb’s stare with Y/N. He nodded and walked past his friend and brother to embrace his mother.

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Later that night, they were having a celebration to commemorate Robb and Ned’s safe return from war. Everyone was drinking and laughing, Robb had even spied Y/N slipping his three youngest siblings a taste of her wine, laughing as they had cringed away from it.

He had met her eyes at that point and raised his eyebrows, to which Y/N had responded to with a guilty grin and Robb had shaken his head.

Now, however, everyone was getting a little drowsy, Rickon, Bran and Arya having long gone to bed. Y/N was laughing giddily at something Jon and Theon had said and Robb thought that she had never looked so beautiful.

Or so drunk.

Robb approached his friends and offered his arm to Y/N.

“I think you need to go to bed,” he said gently. Y/N’s face lit up as she looked to him.

“Will you take me?” She asked and the table erupted into laughter. Robb’s smile remained soft and affectionate, however as he nodded. Y/N leapt up eagerly and took Robb’s arm, bidding the room farewell and allowing Robb to lead her away from the party. “I was really worried about you,” Y/N admitted, leaning heavily against him. “And I missed Grey Wind,”

Grey Wind padded at their feet, looking at Y/N with what seemed to be the wolf’s version of concern as she stumbled down the hallway.

“He missed you too,” Robb promised, heart fluttering with love as he listened to her drunken ramblings about how much he missed him and worried over him. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m safe,” he whispered as Y/N pushed the door to her room open.

“You’ll stay with me?” She asked, suddenly serious. It seemed as though the effects of the wine had worn off, though Robb was unsure of how that had happened.

“I’m staying in Winterfell, you know that, Y/N,” Robb murmured, stepping closer. Y/N shook her head and closed the distance between them, cupping his jaw in her hands gently.

“That’s not what I meant - you’ll stay with me now, tonight, and... and always?” She whispered, stepping up on her toes. Robb nudged their noses together oh-so-gently.

“Is that what you want?” He breathed into her mouth. Y/N’s lips curved up into a content grin.

“More than anything.” Robb pressed their lips together and felt the sparks fly.

[gokailyger84]

Werewolf AU prompt: Brian tends to feel clingy towards Danny if he is gone for long periods of time, he’s more open about his feelings in werewolf form, but he keeps it under wraps when in human form. Danny thinks it’s adorable, and teases Brian about it.

Dan pulled up into the driveway of the familiar house.

Parking,  he turned off the engine and got out.

Raising his arms above his head,  he stretched his back, letting out a jaw-cracking yawn.

It was pretty late in the night and his sleep schedule was all messed up.

He had just returned from a two week vacation visiting his family and friends  back in New Jersey.

Running a hand through his curls, Dan stared up at  the sky, seeing the full moon in all its glory, staring back.

Hopefully, Bri/an was okay.

Dan  hadn’t intended to miss two full moons. It was only supposed to be one.

His flight back to L.A. had been delayed and he had to call Bri/an and  tell him to stay with Arin.

Bri/an had tried to argue that he  would be fine on his own but relented when Dan reminded him of the last  time he changed after Dan had been gone for a while.

His wolf side didn’t do too well when Dan was absent for an extended period of time.

He couldn’t afford to replace his furniture and clothes again.

Bri/an didn’t like to admit it but as a wolf he had a bad case of separation anxiety in regards to his initial imprinting on Dan.

Not to mention the change of status in their relationship from friends to boyfriends.

When  Bri/an was human, there were only slight changes in how he behaved  around Dan.

As a werewolf, his affection was ramped up.

So happy to be  with his ‘mate’.

Being apart for too long was rough on him.

Dan began to walk up to the front door of Arin and Suzy’s house.

He  had called ahead when his plane landed.  Just to check on Bri/an and Suzy had said  he was fine but she also said that he was curled up in the corner and  hadn’t said much throughout the night.

Letting out a sigh, Dan pressed the doorbell.

A few seconds passed before the door opened, revealing a sleepy looking Arin holding Otto in one arm.

“Welcome back, Dan.” He said with a smile, pulling Dan into a half hug.

“It’s good to be back, man.” Dan said returning the smile, and walking through the doorway as Arin stepped aside.

“How’d it go?” Dan asked, following Arin to the living room.

Arin shrugged.

“No trouble. Quiet. Keeping to himself. You know how he gets when you’re gone.”

Dan nodded.

He did know.

Entering  the living room, Dan saw that the floor was covered in blankets and  pillows.

The standard setup to keep Bri/an comfortable when he was  changed.

In the far corner, near the fireplace, was Bri/an.

The large werewolf was curled up in a rumpled nest of blankets. Mimi pressed into his side. Both fast asleep.

Dan smiled.

Walking over, Dan quietly knelt down near Bri/an’s head. Reaching out a hand, he ran it through the thick grayish fur.

Bri/an’s ears twitched and he let out a pleased huff.

“Hey, buddy. Wake up. I’m home.”

Dan waited patiently as Bri/an’s eyes blinked open. His vision clearing and looking up at the form hovered over him.

Blue eyes widened.

“Danny!” He barked out, his tail thumping against the floor, causing Mimi to startle awake.

“Hey, Bri.” Dan said, grabbing Mimi and placing her on the nearby couch.

Bri/an sat up, moving closer to Dan, wrapping his long arms around him. Hugging him close.

“Danny back! I miss! Love Danny!” He said, excitedly as Dan slipped his own arms around Bri/an’s large torso.

“I missed you too. Bri/an. So much.” Dan said, burying his face into the familiar fur.

Eventually,  he pulled out of Bri/an’s arms and stood up. Bri/an stayed seated on  the floor, his tail still wagging furiously behind him.

Turning towards Arin and Suzy, who were standing near the couch, Dan’s smile widened.

“Thanks for taking care of him, guys.”

Suzy grinned.

“Dan. You know it’s absolutely no problem. We’re happy to help.”

Arin nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. You two know you can count on us.”

“That is true. But still, thank you.” Dan said.

Bri/an walked over to Arin and Suzy on all fours, rubbing his head against their legs.

“Arin, Suzy best. Good friends. Us lucky.”

Suzy laughed, bending down, cradling Bri/an’s large face and nuzzling into his fur.

“You’re so freakin’ adorable.”

Dan looked over to Arin.

“Well, we should head out. Are his things in the guest room?”

Arin frowned, looking at the clock above the fireplace.

It read 4:30 am.

“It’s pretty late. You sure you don’t want to just stay here?”

Suzy stood back up, giving Dan a worried look.

“He’s right. Is it okay for you to drive this late?”

Dan let out a laugh, wrapping an arm around Bri/an’s neck and hugging him close towards him.

“We’ll be alright. I slept a little on the plane and I gotta get this guy home.”

Arin still looked skeptical but didn’t protest.

“If you’re sure.” He said, before turning around and walking upstairs to the guest room.

Bri/an continued to rub his head against Dan’s leg. A soft rumbling emitting from his chest as Dan scratched behind his ears.

Suzy began to pick up the pillows and blankets.

Both Dan and Bri/an moved towards her.

“Want some help?”

“I help?”

They both said at the same time.

Suzy giggled, shaking her head, bending over and picking up another pillow as Arin came down the stairs, holding two bags.

“It’s fine. We got this. You guys head home.”

“Alright.” Dan said, taking the bags from Arin. Bri/an pushed himself up onto his hind legs and took one of the bags from Dan’s hand.

“Come on, Bri/an. Let’s go home.”

Bri/an nodded, looking down at Arin and Suzy.

“Thank for watch me.” He said, giving them each a small lick on the cheek.

Both laughed as they followed Dan and Bri/an to the front door.

Dan opened the passenger door and helped Bri/an get in before putting the bags in the backseat.

He looked back to Arin and Suzy, who were standing in the doorway.

“Thanks again guys. We’ll come by later tomorrow to get Bri/an’s car.”

As Dan was climbing into the driver’s seat, Arin called out to him.

“Take the next couple of days off, Dan. Get some sleep.”

Dan waved out the window, turning on the engine.

“Thanks, Ar. I appreciate it. See you two later.”

Arin and Suzy watched as the car pulled out of the driveway and a large paw stuck out the window, waving at them.

“Bye, Suzy. Arin. Love, too.” Bri/an called out.

With smiles on their faces and chuckling to themselves, they reentered their home.

The ride home went by in near silence.  The radio on but turned down low.

Dan stayed focused on the road and Bri/an watched him, with a paw resting on his thigh, his tail light thumping against the car door.

Once  they reached Dan’s house, Dan helped Bri/an out and handed him his  bags, as he pulled out his own bag and suitcase from the trunk.

“Can’t  wait to get some sleep. So fuckin’ tired.” Dan said, pushing open the  garage door and walking inside.

Bri/an pressed his snout against the button near the door,  causing the garage to go down, and followed after Dan.

Walking past the kitchen, Bri/an looked at the clock on the microwave.

5:30 am

The sun would be rising soon.

Bri/an  entered Dan’s room and placed his bags in a corner. He sat down on  the edge of the bed and watched as Dan tiredly unpacked his luggage.

“Danny? I help?” Bri/an asked, as Dan stepped passed him to get to the attached bathroom.

“It’s okay, Bri. I got it.” He said from within the bathroom, turning on the tub faucet and putting in some bubble bath.

Letting the tub fill, he reentered the bedroom.  Ending up walking right into Bri/an’s open arms, and pulled into a hug.

Bri/an rubbed his head against Dan’s before moving back and meeting his eyes.

“Bri/an?”

“I go now. Miss, Danny. Time short but glad back. Love Danny. See later.” He said.

Dan glanced over at the digital clock on his nightstand.

It was nearing six o'clock.

Bri/an would be turning back into human at any moment.

Hugging Bri/an back, Dan smiled.

“Sorry again for being late. I’ll make it up to you.”

Bri/an huffed in amusement.

“Not fault. But I happy. I see next time.”

With that, Bri/an released Dan and stepped back, keeping his eyes on Dan as his body began to change.

Dan held his gaze, refusing to look away from the gruesome morphing of Bri/an’s form from wolf to man.

A few minutes passed and Bri/an, fully human once more, stood before him.

“Hey.” Dan said.

Bri/an didn’t reply, moving forward and pulling Dan back into his arms.

Dan smiled, running his hand through Bri/an’s short hair.

Bri/an’s grip tightened, his breathing hitching, pressing his face into Dan’s chest.

Dan leaned down, kissing the top of his head.

This was why Dan had turned down Arin and Suzy’s offer to stay at their home.

While in wolf form, Bri/an was more affectionate and openly voiced how he felt.  Bri/an in human form was much more reserved.

But even he couldn’t hold back at least showing how much he missed Dan.

Dan pulled back slightly, dipping his head down to see Bri/an’s flushed face.

“What’s wrong, Bri/an? Feeling a bit warm?” He asked with a teasing smile.

Bri/an rolled his eyes, averting them as his blush deepened.

“Shut up.” He muttered.

“What? I’m just concerned.”  Dan said, reaching up and cupping Bri/an’s cheek.

“You’re so warm. Are you sick?”

Bri/an’s eye twitched, looking back up at Dan.

“Stop pretending like you don’t know.”

Dan’s smile widened.

“Know what? That you’re coming down with something? Something like, 'Miss my Danny a lot’?”

Bri/an looked away again, his fingers tightening into Dan’s shirt.

“I  was gonna invite you to a warm bath but maybe you should go to bed  instead.” He said, slipping out of Bri/an’s arms and turning back  towards the bathroom.

“Oh well.” He said. “Guess I’ll just have to soak and relax by myself.”

Inhaling sharply, Bri/an hastily grabbed Dan’s arm, pulling him back, wrapping his arms firmly around Dan’s waist and pressing his forehead into Dan’s back.

“I’ll come.” He said, quietly.

“What was that, Bri?  Couldn’t quite hear you.”

Bri/an let out a snort.  

“I’m glad you’re back. I missed you, Danny.”  He finally admitted.

Dan felt his heart melt.

Turning around, he pulled Bri/an into a crushing hug.

“I love you.” He said, pressing a kiss to Bri/an’s cheek.

Bri/an’s entire face lit up, once more burying his face into Dan’s shoulder, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“I love you too.” He murmured.

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don’t think twice [bbrae]

hellooooo friends!! Happy belated Valentine’s Day! 

I had wanted to share a few one-shots for my tumblr valentines earlier this week, but after getting swamped with a paper and a surprise fever, I realized I would not be posting anything in time for the day of hearts :( That said, I still have some gifts to upload so I’ll be staggering these out over the next few days in celebration of my favorite ships and my favorite people on this website and in this fandom.

So, without further ado, my first Valentine goes to @fireflyxrebel , without whom my starx fics + writing presence here would not have existed. Thanks for always being down to chat, Ava, and being the sweetest + most supportive mom friend ever. You’re an astoundingly beautiful, creative, TALENTED human. Love you lots!

Please note - if you’re using tumblr mobile to read this, the formatting will be 100% fucked. I’m not sure why, but there are a lot of random instances of italicization + gross spacing. Sorry <3

Also, not to used cursed terminology, but it’s a tiny bit lemon scented. Or is it lime scented? That’s right, folks, we are BACK on the citrus scale. 

don’t think twice 

How did I live in a kingdom of thieves? 

And people who say things they don’t really mean?

You’re only everything I ever dreamed of.

You must be kidding me, did you really think I could say no?

- Don’t Think Twice, Hikaru Utada

It wasn’t until they had crossed the threshold, their limbs entangled as they landed on the bed, her veil askew and his dress shirt half-unbuttoned, that they realized what they had done.

“Wife,” Gar whispered, nuzzling her neck sweetly. He curled his body around hers, breathing a sigh of relief as they sank into the soft duvet of their bed. 

“It doesn’t feel real, does it?” She mused, studying the silver band on her finger with wide eyes, “after everything that’s happened, I didn’t know if things would ever work.”

He chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.

“You had doubts?”

“You didn’t?” 

“Well, I wasn’t sure if you’d make it all the way down the aisle and still say yes.”

She elbowed him sharply, rolling her eyes. 

“Careful, it’s not too late to get an annulment.”

“You’d just do it all over again in two months like we planned,” he said cheekily. 

Raven smiled, raising her hands to cup his face. 

“Yeah,” she agreed, “you’re probably right about that.”

Her cheeks were pink when she leaned in, brushing her lips against his teasingly. He whimpered when she pulled away, catching her palm and pressing his mouth against it, watching her with dark eyes. 

“Help me get ready for bed?” 

The desire that had pooled in his stomach gave way to pure adoration. He nodded and clambered off the bed, bounding over to her side and scooping her up into his arms. 

She suppressed a giggle and wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him to carry her to the bathroom. 

Gar flicked on the light and whistled, admiring the polished marble and crystalline glow that filled the room.

“Not bad for a shotgun wedding, huh?”

“We owe Kori big time, you know. She was ready to cry when I told her we wanted to elope early.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t follow us here.”

Raven snorted, patting his chest to let her down, “Believe me, she tried. I had to remind her several times that we would still be having a formal ceremony in December. This was her compromise - she insisted on booking the most expensive honeymoon suite in Vegas in exchange for her silence. I have no idea how she’s going to explain that gap in their finances to Dick.”

“Best sister ever,” Gar commented affectionately, nipping his wife’s ear, “okay, where do we start?”

She touched the top of her head and frowned, wrapping her fingers around the band of the veil that was half-attached to her hair. 

“There are some pins here that you could take out. And then start on the buttons on the back of my dress? I can take the choker off myself.”

“Sure.” 

Her hands went to the clasp of the white ribbon around her neck while his combed through her hair, unpinning the purple waves that were contained beneath the sheer fabric. He glanced around the bathroom, his gaze landing on the massive claw-foot tub that sat a few feet away from them. 

“Hey, Rae, how does a bath sound?” He murmured, sliding the veil off of her head and placing it beside the sink.

“Bubbles and all?” 

“I’m on it, can you finish your dress by yourself?”

She nodded, smiling at his reflection in the mirror.

“Just undo the first few buttons and I can do the rest.”

He took his time with them, not missing the opportunity to press his fingers against her bared skin. Her eyes fluttered shut while he did so, her mouth falling open when his breath warmed her flesh. 

“Don’t get distracted,” she warned.

“Me? I would never,” he teased, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck before seating himself on the edge of the tub. He turned on the faucet and placed his fingers beneath the flowing water absentmindedly, his attention fixed on her. 

Gar spent more than his fair share of time wondering how he’d been so lucky. How, after years of fighting and facing the worst of the world, he had wound up tasting heaven and claiming a piece of it for himself. Moreover, allowing himself to be taken time and time again by its allure, ferocity, and wit. 

Even in the weeks leading up to their wedding, a tiny part of him was certain it wouldn’t happen. It couldn’t happen. Arella would withdraw her blessing. Steve and Rita would blow them off in favor of a mission that required their immediate assistance. Something would get in the way. And as the first ceremony neared, Gar began to panic. 

On the sixteenth of October, two full months before their scheduled trip to Azarath and the subsequent white wedding they had planned to host in Jump, Gar asked Raven to marry him again.

She had only raised an eyebrow, shutting the novel in her lap and setting it aside on her bed. 

“I feel like we already had this conversation.”

“I mean, now. Like, now, now.”

She pursed her lips. 

“What about the actual wedding?”

Gar shook his head, bouncing with excitement. 

“Don’t you see? None of that stuff matters, Rae, not when we have each other, not when we want to get married and we’re ready to do it.”

Raven crossed her arms, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you? I thought you were excited about doing a bigger thing. The whole Doom Patrol promised to be there, everyone in the Network is showing up, Vic’s been planning the ‘bachelor party of the century’ for ages. My mom’s even convinced the Head Priestess to let us bring the others to Azarath for our binding. We can’t just cancel on these people, Gar.”

“Is there something so wrong with me wanting to be with you for the rest of my life as soon as possible?”

She scowled.

“What is this, do you think we’re going to call it quits five minutes before or something? I planned on being with you for the rest of my life the moment I said yes to you. Isn’t that enough?”

“If words were enough, I wouldn’t have proposed at all.” He snapped, running a hand through his hair. 

“Okay,” Raven said sharply, rising from her seat, “I don’t want this to go any further. We aren’t fighting about this. So you can either tell me why you suddenly want to elope or you can walk away from this conversation, and we can pretend it didn’t happen.”

Gar squeezed his eyes shut and sighed tiredly, rubbing the side of his face.

“Sorry. That was too far, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know.”

“You know I love you more than anything in the world.”

“I know that too.”

“I just, ah, I guess I’ve been waiting for something to go wrong,” he confessed, fidgeting nervously, “Vic and Sarah had to postpone their wedding twice because things came up. Kori almost died three weeks before her bachelorette party and Dick broke six bones saving someone else on their honeymoon. I’m so fucking tired of being afraid, Rae. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want anything to get in the way. I just want you to be my wife.”

Her glare softened immediately and she stepped forward, circling her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek to his chest.

“I’ve been picking up waves of concern from you for weeks,” she confessed, “I just didn’t know if you wanted to talk about it. I’m sorry, Gar.”

He dropped a kiss on her head, rubbing her back soothingly.

“I got defensive. I shut you out. That’s my fault, not yours. But I still want to get married, right now.”

“Gar -”

“We don’t have to cancel our other plans, Rae, nothing needs to change! We can sneak off to Vegas tonight and get hitched and nobody would even need to know -”

She rolled her eyes, snuggling into his form.

“Bold of you to assume Kori wouldn’t find out.”

“- about us at the end of the day, right? I just want to be married to you. I want to call you my wife. No matter what goes wrong tomorrow or next week or the night before our marriage.”

“Okay.”

“So I don’t see why we can’t - wait, what?” Gar blinked and gripped her arms, pulling her away from him to study her face, “You mean it? We can go?”

She smiled and touched his cheek. 

“I love you, Gar. I would never say no to marrying you, no matter when you had asked. I just didn’t want you to make a choice you couldn’t defend.”

“So...we’re getting married? Tonight?” 

Raven nodded, gazing into his bright eyes. 

“Let me talk to Kori and see if she can cover for us. Go ahead and pack some stuff together.”

He morphed into a wolf and let out a loud howl, bounding around her excitedly before knocking her to the ground and licking her face enthusiastically.

“Down - boy,” she managed between laughs, scratching behind his ears. She rubbed her cheek against his affectionately and rose from the ground, adjusting her cloak and heading into the hallway. 

It would be a few days before they managed to slip away, having obtained permission and “the essentials that you must take with you if you wish for me to keep your secret!” that were so lovingly bestowed upon them by their dear sister. But in the end, it was absolutely worth it.

“GAR.” 

A loud shriek from Raven broke him out of his reverie, drawing his attention to the scalding water that was burning his hand. Gar yelped and pulled his hand away immediately, wincing at the stinging sensation on his reddened skin.

“Idiot,” Raven scolded, taking his hand in hers tenderly. She clasped her cool fingers around it and closed her eyes, breathing deeply.

“Azarath Metrion Zinthos.”

A gentle trickling washed over the injury, soothing it until the pain had faded to a faint tingling. 

“Thanks, babe. My bad.”

“Go and change out of your suit, I’ll finish making up our bath,” she ordered, shaking her head.

He obeyed immediately, loosening his tie and placing it with the growing pile of her discarded accessories. His suit jacket, dress shirt, and undershirt landed in a crumpled heap on the floor, his dress pants and socks following soon after. A fluffy robe hung invitingly beside the bathroom door and he couldn’t resist slipping into it.

“Done,” he chirped, approaching his new wife, who was also swathed in a fluffy robe identical to his. 

She smiled up at him, drawing her fingers out of the tub and shaking them dry. 

“It’s almost ready, though I’m tempted to just curl up in bed wearing these.”

“The goal is to get naked, not bundle up.”

“Maybe your goal is to get naked,” she shot back, “but mine is to be cozy.”

He grinned.

“We can get cozy and naked. Let me warm you up -”

“Oh look, the bath is full,” Raven said airily, smirking when his ears drooped, “I’ll add the bubbles, you can light the candles.”

“Do you plan on teasing me all night or...?”

She flashed him a rare grin, her dark eyes glinting mischievously.

“Would I really be your wife if I didn’t?”

Gar pouted and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her hair. 

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I know,” she breathed, placing her hands on his and lacing their fingers together.

“We did it. We’re married, Rae.”

His nose sought out her skin, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear slowly. Her dreamy sighs were music to his ears.

The jewel in the center of her forehead flared black for a moment, the lights around them flickering in tandem with each brush of his mouth against her body.  A growl rumbled from deep within his chest, the echoes of his inner beast stirring to recognize their mate. She smelled sweet and clean, like a burst of fresh air on the ocean breeze. 

“Gar,” she murmured, stepping away from the tub, “wait.”

She pushed him off of her gently, biting her lip as she studied him in the soft lighting. His eyes were a warm, dark, emerald shade of green, filled with desire and happiness and longing. His shoulders had broadened in the last few years, complementing his added height and sharpened jaw. But beneath the figure of a man, she could feel the same boy who had called her weird while never truly minding her weirdness. His heartbeat always quickened at her touch. His gaze always brightened. His ears always twitched.

“I love you too,” she whispered, slowly loosening the belt around his waist and pushing the robe off his shoulders. She turned her head, and he followed her gaze, promptly stripping out of his boxers and climbing into the tub. Slowly, with a quiet hesitancy he hadn’t witnessed in a long time, she raised her hand, sending black flashes of energy to each candle that had been placed in the bathroom. Her eyes glowed, and the dimmer on the light switch lowered, leaving them in darkness lit only by gentle flares. 

He watched unashamedly as the robe slipped from her form, revealing a band of dark blue lace that hugged her breasts and hips tightly. A strip of white lace sat high on her thigh, looking strikingly bright against the smooth grey of her skin. 

“Something borrowed and something blue,”  Raven said shyly, “I figured we could keep things a little traditional.”

“Yeah,” Gar replied, mouth going dry at the sight of his near-naked wife in the candlelight, “Something old and something new?”

She neared the edge of the tub, bracing herself with his shoulder and climbing in. 

“The necklace was my mother’s. I’ll wear it again in December. As for the new...”, she stroked his hair gently, “I plan to keep my new husband on my body for the rest of the night. That counts, right?”

“Works for me,” he mumbled, running his hands up her legs. 

“Careful with the garter, that’s borrowed. Feel free to tear into the underwear as you please.”

She stood before him, sighing with delight when he gripped her hips and pressed a kiss against the curve of her waist. He hooked his fingers beneath the garter and slid it down her leg slowly, tossing it in the direction of his discarded clothes before focusing on the dark lace that curved around her ass.

“Hell yes,” he hissed, nipping at the seams with his teeth. 

Bathwater splashed over the edge as his enthusiasm overcame him. She giggled and thrashed in his hold, her laughter turned to breathless moans and pants and cries, some of which were so animalistic they rivaled his own. Waves rode out into a quiet stillness until there was only her body and his, two pieces wrapped together to form a whole. He stroked her skin gently, lavishing the parts that had been darkened by his relentless mouth. They toweled off and drained the tub, wrapped in their fluffy robes once more, and snuggled into their bed, rejoining their bodies over and over again.

When morning came, it was to bring forward the two lovers into the life they truly deserved. 

I want you for a lifetime, so if you’re gonna think twice, baby, 

I don’t wanna know, baby, I don’t wanna know.

Everything is just right, but if you’re gonna think twice, baby, 

I don’t wanna know, baby, I don’t wanna know. 

If you wanna take it to an even higher level, 

all you gotta do is say the word you know I’ll follow,

If you wanna take it to an even higher level,

I don’t, I don’t bite.

[mythologymonsterlover]

F! Succubus x M! Werewolf lovers

These two are actually my two OC’s I made for an art project. One is called Titi and the other Yuma. They have opposite lives, but how do these love birds get to know each other? Find out! Also, this is a very fluffy story, so be prepared.

Warning: cussing/mentions of sexual content

Male werewolf reader X female Succubus

My role in this place is quite simple; I wait until my father dies and take the throne. I’ve been groomed to be a strong ruler since I was born. As for my brother, Guardian, he became the head guard of the castle. Night and day, he protects our home, me, servants, maids, and the commoners who live here. As for I, since I was destined to be a king one day, I learned from the best teachers throughout the country and swordsmanship from the most elite men. I don’t care for having friends, since I consider them an distraction.

Love also is something I avoid, since it seem like a pretty word for lust. I’ve been offered many women, but none have I taken as my own. I hear people mummer that maybe I’m just gay, or I hate women. It’s beyond the truth though, but since my mother died right after I was born, they can assume whatever they like.

As I’m studying for the math quizzes I have for tomorrow, I hear a commotion down the hall. It started off as loud talking, but then shouting while feet ran down the stairs. As I come out my room to see what the noise is about, I see my brother looking down the hall irritated.

“What is happening, Guardian?”

His red and yellow fur simmers in the light and his intense green eyes lock with mine.

“An intruder entered our castle without permission, she is a slippery snake.”

I’m startled to hear this since Bother usually never lets anything sneak by him. He lets out a snarl as he steps up to the wall next to us. On the top layer of the wall, there is frost that glitters brightly against the lights.

“She must be some kind of frost demon or something.” Guardian murmurs under his breath.

“Yuma, you should stay in your room for the time being, I don’t know how dangerous this women is.”

I scuff and roll my eyes, “Guardian, I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can Yuma, but just stay in your room tonight, please.” He gives me a stern but concerned look that mean, I’m serious. I just nod as a response and head back into my room to continue studying. I start getting tired round 11:30pm and decided to head off to bed. As I turn off my lights I hear a shuffle behind my door, and I stop what I’m doing. I stand their for a moment to see if I hear anything else, but nothing. I must be tired I think, and presume to go and lay in bed. I close my eyes, but soon I hear someone’s heartbeat in my room other than my own. I let out a growl.

“Who is there?” I get up instantly and head to my closet door, where the noise is coming from. I see the door open and a woman comes out. She has dark tortoise colored skin and eyes, and she flashes me a wicked grin.

“Hello, prince charming, did I wake you from your beauty sleep.” She says with a husky but sinister voice. I don’t waste time however and grab her arm tightly in the air.

“Who are you? And why are you in my room?” I snarl and curl my lip over my teeth. She doesn’t change her expression however, and just lets out a laugh.

“Oh? Is the big bad wolf gonna rip my arm off?”

She blows out a breath of frost onto my face, and I let go from the sudden coldness.

“Listen Prince, I’m not here to harm you or your people. I’m just want the king jewel from his crown, and that’s it.”

I glare at her speaking so casually about stealing a precious jewel that’s been in our family for generations. “Unwise of you to speak like that, demon.”

She rolls her eyes and walks to my window, staring out the midnight sky.

“Succubus.”

“What?” I snarl.

“I said I’m a succubus, not a demon your highness.” She then flips her purple hair over her shoulder and run her long nails through it.

“Whatever, just don’t think you can seduce me mrs..?”

My name is Titi, and I’m sure as hell no ones mrs, dog.”

“My name is Yuma, prince of-“ Titi cuts me off shortly. “The werewolves, yeah I get it.” She huffs and opens up my window.

“Well, Yuma I’m pretty much done talking to you, but if you ever have any lonely nights, come find me.” She winks and jumps out the window, running over I see her walk into the night with the cold winter air.

Great, now we have a damn Succubus in our castle.

The next morning I told brother about the intruder in my room, and that her name is Titi a Succubus.

“What the hell does a Ice Succubus need a jewel for? Don’t they feed off of sexual pleasure?”

I shake my head back. I don’t know what she wants is for, and I don’t plan to let her have it.

As the days go by though, none of the guards can find her, and assume she must of left, hopefully.

Yet, she did not since I ran into her several days after we met. She was in the garden looking at the blue flowers, mesmerized by it.

“Why the hell are you still here?” I walk right up to her and glare. She doesn’t seems to care much though, and talks while she’s still looking at the flowers.

“I like to admire beauty, and I find these flowers really breathtaking.” She than slowly looks up at me. “Like you, everything in this castle are breathtaking and beautiful.”

I feel my cheeks warm up from her remark, but turn my head away so she doesn’t see.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

She giggles and stand up while raising her hand to my face, I flinch and get ready to snarl. But she slowly lowers it again.

“I guess, you wouldn’t understand though, since you lived such a privilege life Yuma.” Her eyes turn somewhat distant, and she sits back down.

I’m confused by her words, but also compelled to learn more. So, I sit next to her and stare.

“What do you mean, Titi?”

She’s startled by me coming close to her, but soon she smiles a little. She starts off slow telling me she grow up as an orphan, and that being a Succubus, people always thought she wanted to steal their life sources. It wasn’t what she wanted at all, but people looked at her like some monster who only craves sex.

“Well, I don’t blame them though, we Succubus were made to be like that.” She laughs, but it sounds hollow. I don’t know what to say, so I place my hand on hers.

“In this kingdom, we respect women no matter what they are, or who they are. I’m sorry you were seen just for your race.”

Titi looks at me blankly for a moment, and soon a smile crosses her face.

“Thank you, your highness.”

“Just call me Yuma.”

“Alright, Yuma.”

After that day, she starts to visit me in my room and in the garden. She and I speak about our lives and dreams, and I am surprised that the guards can’t even find her. She said she wouldn’t take my father’s crown jewel anymore, only if I kept talking to her. I found this extremely odd, but I agreed since I saw no harm in it.

One night while I just finished up my studies, she comes through my window with a letter in her hand.

I notice her cheeks are a darker blue today, and she isn’t looking directly at me. I rise up and walk to her.

“How are you this evening Titi?”

“I’m well!”

She walks into the room and sits on my bed. She than extends her arm with the letter out in front of me.

“Here, this is for you.”

“What written in it.”

“Letters, what do you think dumbo?”

I sigh and take it out of her hand, and I read the writing:

Yuma,

Even though we only started talking for four weeks now, I find you bring me joy I haven’t felt in a long time. If you wouldn’t mind, would you be my precious jewel that I can love tenderly and affectionately?”

I look at her and her head is turned away from me. I walk up to her and lift up her chin.

You want me to be your precious jewel?” She looks straight into my yellowish-green eyes.

“Yes, I really would.”

“That’s…” I trail off as I lean in closer, and her eyes start to close.

“That’s really cheesy, Titi.” I start to laugh and snicker, and she pouts at me very angrily.

“Shut up, you dog! That took me a lot of effort!”

I start to wipe some tears from the corner of my eyes and grab her by the chin again. Before she could protest though, I kiss her smoothly on her lips. She doesn’t want to lean in at first, but eventually she does and puts her arms around my back.

“Your such an asshole, Yuma.” She pulls away to say, but I keep her in place by wrapping my arms around her.

“I thought I was your jewel, my beautiful Titi.” At this point on because of Titi, I actually started to believe in the concept of love.

[fightevilandthengetblownup]

OT3FIC: Irish Wolfhound

4 - calm knife wolf

Will had noticed something very strange about the pair after a few months. It had taken a while for him to pick it up and really see how different it was to their other behavior, but as soon as he’d seen it he couldn’t unsee how they acted around Jo’s massively huge beast of a dog.

He had always known that Jo was a dog person, ever since the first time they met and Winston of all dogs had laid his head on her thigh. Clearly, something about her spoke to canines in and uncanny way that Will dreamt of achieving.She had a way with them, the ability to calm and soothe as well as excite and energize them. She always took the time to bend down and pet and cuddle and rub whichever noses, heads and bellys were presented to her every time she visited and then subsequently every time she came home after their worlds had shifted into the one space. She always made dog-friendly cupcakes and even had baked a dog-appropriate carrot cake for Buster’s birthday. Will had noticed her snooping in his medical records for each of his babys and was thoroughly expecting that there would be more carrot cakes from here on out. Jo was just a dog person.

He had also recognized very quickly that despite Grey’s love of the animals and affection for them. They very rarely held the same in return for him. It had been three months to get to the point his own dogs wouldn’t growl at the shadow’s presence, and the most adventurous - Minxy the dalmatian cross - had finally moved towards actually willingly allowing herself to be pet by the shadow. And only after Nana and their other dog had been brought by a while back and Minxy watched the way the shadow and the Bernese mountain dog interacted. Grey was always so patient with Will’s dogs, he’d noticed that immediately, and never once tried to touch them without their initiating the cuddles - in stark contrast to the way Jo practically fell upon them the moment she saw them every time. He was considerate in a way that Hannibal, Jack and even Alana had never managed from Will’s perspective. Grey wished he was a dog person.

Both of those could have been construed as mostly normal and totally fine behavior - nothing out of the ordinary or weird at all when Will would watch them interacting with the canine portion of his family - but the way they interacted with Jo’s other dog was borderline insanity.

Will had noticed it when he overheard Grey asking Amon how he felt about spending some time at the farm after Will has suggested they come stay for a week during the break in his lectures. The way Grey had tilted his head and nodded and thanked the giant, wolf-like dog for his opinion as if the animal had responded. Will had noticed it when Jo was taken four full sized steaks out of the freezer to defrost and then given a whole steak to the ginormous beast of a dog without giving any such benefits to the rest; and then made a joke to the dog that he was very lucky she found a fourth one for him.

It came to a head for him though when he and Jo had gone out actually hunting that morning for deer or rabbits or whatever they happened to come across; and she had stilled his hand from drawing a knife in defense upon coming upon what looked like the hulking form of a wolf over the body of a doe they had shot in their sights over twenty minutes ago and they had been stalking since.

“Will! No! It’s fine!” Jo’s voice cut over him and Will did not hold back at all the pressing need to protect her, pulling the fighting blonde in close to him before twisting to place himself between her and the snuffling wolf’s form. It was truly large for it’s species, a hulking black amount of fur as it’s tail slashed in warning through the air. “Will!”

“Jo, shh.” He hissed the words into her ear as he kept a fixed eye upon the wolf as it began to shift and turn it’s attention onto them rather than the downed doe. Jo’s shot had been better than Will’s despite Garrett Jacob Hobbs’ encouragement as he’d lined up his own shot, and the ground below it was slowly begun to grow red from the thick arterial blood pumping out in slowing pulses. Will didn’t notice any of that other than the way the wolf turned it’s snarling muzzle towards them and the unearthly yellow to it’s eyes. “Now, we’re going to have to step quietly bac- Jo!”

Will’s cry cut through and echoed through the woodland they had been stalking through as the blonde roughly shoved her way past him towards the beast. She was too kind, too trusting, too fearless, too- affectionate? Jo was standing beside it, a hand out stretched in a way that Will felt should have been shaking violently from anyone else before the wolf batted it away with a massive paw.

He watched on in surprise as the wolf sat back on it’s haunches as it dropped it’s paw and stared at her - eyes on a level with her own as she stood before it as it blinked it’s eerie yellow eyes at her. Jo for her part seemed completely nonplussed by the observation as she nodded to the mammoth creature before turning her attention and her precious and unguarded back to it as she squatted down near the downed doe and smiled. Her fingers were red when they pulled back from the animal’s neck with a soft smile.

“Jo.” “It seems to have died from the blood loss-” “Jo!” “-which I guess is a slightly nicer death than mauled by a wolf-” “Jo!” “- on which point, I didn’t know you were goin’ to be out here today. Work all finished for the day?”

Will felt his eyes get wider and wider the more Jo talked as the large form rose back to it’s feet and began padding around her and the catch with far too much focus in it’s eyes for Will’s comfort. The last words she said however sounded like complete gibberish, and he felt his mouth twisting into a confused scowl as her eyes moved from the doe to the wolf without once acknowledging the person she was talking to. And the entire idea he’d been at work when all he’d done that day was wake up to the shadow’s mouth around his cock and the sound of running water from Jo’s showering, made them all bacon and eggs while Grey’d showered and said he had planned to do some painting along the creek that day, and helped Jo pack up the few hunting rifles for their planned game hunting day seemed nonsensical. “Jo...” The man hissed the name out again, eyes alert and hands readying to raise his gun towards the beast as he moved as quietly and gently as possible not to spook it.

“Oh my god, Will, shut up, I’m havin’ a conversation here!” Jo snapped the words back with a roll of her eyes as she rose upright and wiped the blood off on her leg and seemed unphased at all as the wolf lent towards her thigh to sniff at the mark. Will found himself aiming the end of the rifle into the thick mass of fur before the other hunter let out a frustrated sound and appeared to lunge from where she was. Not towards the wolf, or away from the wolf, or anything that would make sense to him, but towards the end of his rifle, pointing it skywards. “Will, you can’t fuckin’ aim at Amon!”

“Amon?! That’s not Amon.” “Sure it is.” “No, it’s really not, now get back here quickly.” “Will, it really is. I swear.” “No, that’s a giant wolf and it is going to eat you like out of a fairy tale.” “It’s Amon, Will. You’ve only ever seen him sitting down from afar!”

Jo’s voice had gotten shriller and shriller the more they bickered as her hands had wrapped around the rifle and she had fought to keep the barrel pointing upwards even as the wolf seemed to double back towards her open back with a speculative, cunning look Will knew that such wild animals possessed. Will found himself dropping the gun and his hand going for his knife again before the blonde’s own hands had dropped the other end of the gun and caught his arms up in hers before he could reach it. 

There was a long, silent moment between them before the inevitable happened. Jo laughed, as she always did, and shook her head as she drew his hands towards her instead.

“Will, it’s Amon, I swear.”

The empath ran an eye carefully over the hulking size as the wolf’s lips had pulled back into a threatening snarl at the movement of the gun and appeared to be sizing him up himself as Jo spoke. Will felt like he was staring at a completely different creature, right until the wolf appeared to almost sigh - a thought that Will would need to revisit later - and sat back down on it’s back legs before laying down as the big, dark dog always did, and looked up at him in a mix of what Will somehow knew was frustration and annoyance. The size seemed so much smaller all of a sudden in the lowered position, and the dangerous pull of it’s muzzle seemed less threatening and more passive even if nothing had changed. The horrifying black wolf with the golden eyes which Will hoped would not appear in his dreams that night, seemed to suddenly click in his mind with the same giant if aloof black dog that followed Jo and Grey around on occasion.

“But why do you own a wolf, Jo?” Will found himself staring back at the wolf with a newfound concern and realization that he did not know nearly as much as he thought he had. “How on earth did you end up with a wolf following you around?”

“Oh, babe, we have so much to talk about.”  Jo’s voice was tinged with such amusement as she caught his hands back up, and let out a crisp laugh to match the crisp, cold air that surrounded them and bounced back at him and haunted out from them like a ghost through the dark trunks of the trees around them. It was joined as Will caught up to his thoughts but what almost sounded like a laughed growl from the massive black wolf, it’s golden eyes still focused entirely on him as Will let out a nervous laugh in return - the calm from the hunt returning as the fear faded away.

[rosalind-of-arden]

Sword and Pen Spoilers: Gleeful Squealing Edition

There is a lot to scream about in this book, so I am breaking it down by category. This is the post of happy things. Spoilers beyond the link: beware!

So, first and foremost, the scene in which Khalila becomes archivist is worth the cost of the book all on its own. It is in Wolfe POV, which automatically makes everything better as far as I am concerned. It includes the new Curia trying to give Wolfe the job first, to his great irritation. These are the same people who did nothing when he was taken to Rome and his work was erased, and he’s fully aware that part of the reason they’re in favor of him getting the job is that he’s not likely to survive long with the Library under attack. And he gets to call them on that shit. And when they insist? He fucking accepts, then turns around and announces his immediate retirement, nominating Khalila to take his place. “If you want to fight an old man who wants to drag the Great Library into the past, appoint a young woman who looks to the future.” Loads of affirmation for Khalila follows. And then we get to see her step into the role brilliantly. “That was not the voice of his student. It was the voice of his queen.”

Speaking of Khalila awesomeness, we also get some truly excellent Khalila/Dario moments. There is a very sweet bit of hurt/comfort after Dario returns from his spy mission, including cuddles, affirmation of feelings, and further marriage planning. And then, later, after Khalila becomes Archivist, we have Dario getting all overprotective, Khalila shutting that the fuck down, and the two of them negotiating how their public and private roles can interact. And then Dario gets to be a big damn hero.

Also a big damn hero? Thomas. Accomplishments include putting a giant fucking Ray of Apollo on the Lighthouse, raising a giant automaton Poseidon to defend the harbor, getting that second dragon up and running, getting past the tests in the Tomb of Heron to retrieve technology and an antidote that saves Jess, and convincing Khalila to open a printing division in the Library, complete with new Curia position. I am particularly happy that the last ones are peaceful, showing that he’ll be able to transition away from building weapons as things settle down.

But our first big promotion goes to Santi, who is appointed as Lord Commander of the High Garda, which surprises absolutely none of us, I’m sure. And he is awesome at it. He runs both a successful military defense campaign and a few covert operations. In connection with one of those covert operations, there is a bit of Santi-Dario interaction that I suspect Maz will mine for Santi/Dario potential, and that is going to be lovely. There is a Santi in case of death letter in this book, with the expected amount of Wolfe/Santi sweetness. Even more squeal-worthy, though, is his adoptive dad moment with Jess. Santi hugs Jess, calls him his son, and says he loves him, and I am never going to be over it.

Again, Santi fucking hugs Jess and calls him his son, people. Jess is very officially adopted by the dads. AND he gets a reconciliation with his mother, so lots of family for Jess now.

Wolfe gets good dad moments as well. From comforting Jess in the beginning, to protecting him while he’s sick, to handing Callum Brightwell his ass in the end, we see Wolfe fully embracing his dad role. He gets nice dad moments with the others as well: promoting Khalila, telling Glain how valuable she is, worrying about Thomas, mourning Morgan. That final confrontation with Callum is just amazing. Callum starts his abusive dad shit and first Jess, then Jess’s mother, then Wolfe all tell Callum to go fuck himself. And Wolfe then acknowledges how much it had to take for Celia to finally stand up to Callum.

On a much smaller scale, it is officially canon that Wolfe and Santi play chess on a regular basis. It’s mentioned immediately after sex and reading together in bed when Wolfe is thinking of things he misses doing with Santi in more peaceful times. I think you all know why I’m happy about that.

Also: Santi has gotten his protectiveness of Wolfe under control. At one point, he thinks of sending Wolfe a worried message and decides against it, knowing Wolfe won’t like it. At another point, Wolfe responds to Jess’s worry that Santi will be mad about him running off into danger by saying “he’s quite used to me doing as I please, thank you.” I get the feeling there has been an off-page conversation on this topic.

We also get confirmation that Wolfe has limited Obscurist-sense. He can tell when Morgan is trying to draw on his power. He can tell when Morgan is killing herself by overusing her power. And, in the end, Ascended Morgan informs him that he has a lot of power, but cannot use it because “something went slightly wrong in your body, but only just slightly.” She offers to fix this and give him access to his power. He doesn’t want that much more than he wants to be Archivist. Wolfe, in this book, has accepted himself as he is and not what he might have wanted to be in the past.

And then there is Dario. We get Dario POV, and that alone is amazing. Another chapter well worth the cost of the book all on its own. It is a glorious chapter of Dario showing that he really can be a successful schemer, and also a bucket of Dario angst. We get so many delicious little Dario details. He has excellent handwriting and knows a very obscure code. He likes his room in the Lighthouse. He has a spare Codex purchased just for sneaky-sneaky purposes. He somehow managed to read Wolfe and Santi’s journals during Ink and Bone, and found out interesting but unspecified things in the process. I really, really want to see that last point explored in fic.

Anyone who likes Jess whump will be pleased to learn that this is the big book of Jess whump. On top of the grief over Brendan, he spends most of the book poisoned and trying unsuccessfully to push through it. This gives us some very sweet moments of others taking care of him, especially Thomas, Anit, Wolfe, and Glain. Yes, that’s right, we get some excellent Jess-Glain bonding. And Jess and Anit declaring themselves siblings.

There is, in fact, just so much friendship and found family in this book. Everyone moved past the awkward “I don’t really like you” stage, and we see them all openly admitting to caring about each other. There are declarations of brotherhood/sisterhood/parenthood/friendship all over the place. There are hugs. There are non-romantic kisses. Glain is involved in both, and does not respond violently.

Speaking of Glain, guess who else gets a promotion? She’s up to lieutenant now, and as Wolfe points out to Jess, she’s on track to rise even higher. Her chapter this time is longer than last time, and showcases both her leadership and her combat skill. I am still squealing about how affectionate she and Jess are with each other, though. And it is in no way treated as a potential ship. It’s pure adopted sibling love.

And then there’s Morgan. This is not the post for crying over her death. This is the post for squealing over how fucking awesome she is before it. She develops her power to even greater heights. Eskander is trying to prepare her for the Obscurist Magnus job, and when he’s injured, she basically steps in to fill it, just without an official promotion. Even her death, sad as it is, is totally badass. She single-handedly prevents the Archives from burning. And she ascends to become something like a guardian spirit of the Library. After her death, she still looks out for the others. We see her communicate with Wolfe and offer to give him his Obscurist power, though he refuses.

This book also handles Jess’s grief very well. He is devastated by losing Brendan, and we see constant evidence of how it impacts him. There’s a lot going on, but he can’t forget his brother. It even leads to him breaking up with Morgan. He’s just not capable of managing feelings for her along with grief, and precious child that he is, he interprets this emotional confusion as evidence that they don’t really love each other and would never be able to work as a couple. That breakup hurts, but it fits where his character is at that moment, and because of her death, he never gets the chance to reconsider. And he grieves that loss as well.

That’s all I can think of for the moment. I’m sure there is more I will remember as I reread.

[maxolotl67]

antumbra

a bravier pwp (follow-up to forgiveness)

Warnings: The following is very not safe for work. Please read responsibly.

Note: I hope you like feels with your smut. Also, the title comes from an astronomical term - antumbra is the shadow cast when viewing an eclipsed object entirely within a light source. There, you learned something today.

When Xavier wakes again, there’s filtered sunlight coming through the curtains, and he’s pleasantly warm from head to toe.

Bray’s arm is around his waist. Normally he likes to be the big spoon, but he has to admit, falling asleep with Bray wrapped around him like a very affectionate octopus was kind of nice. Maybe later he can get Bray to let himself be on the receiving end.

He shifts just enough to let his legs stretch, toes curling and flexing like a cat. He’s sore, but not in a bad way. The pain is more like the dull headache he gets when he spends too much time in the sun. His schedule means that casual sex isn’t often in the cards for him, so when it does happen, it’s a nice change of pace. Casual sex with Bray is a whole other thing entirely, of course, but as he sits up and winces slightly, he can’t help but feel stupidly happy.

That dumb thing he’d fantasized about only in his darkest moments, that one nugget of hope that lived somewhere in the coldest recesses of his mind...it hadn’t all been for nothing.

They must have moved to a different room in the funhouse sometime last night - Xavier hadn’t really paid much attention to his surroundings at the time. This room has the same blue walls, though it’s smaller and seems more functional. He wonders how long Bray has been here, wherever here is. He wonders how he found it, or if he built it himself, if until last night he only ever used this room for sleeping.

His thoughts are interrupted by a soft sigh from Bray behind him. His face is serene and turned into the pillow, his blond dreadlocks are loose and fanned out behind him, and the arm that had held Xavier is resting in the warm spot he’d left behind. Xavier can’t believe that he’s thinking this, but the man is adorable.

He stands, arching his back with a groan. He needs to find his pants, then maybe he can see about getting them breakfast. Even having been brought to this place against his will, that seems like the thing to do. Does Bray even have a kitchen? It’s hard to imagine Bray cooking. Some horribly saccharine part of him conjures the image of the pair of them making pancakes, and it makes his stomach growl.

He finds his sweatpants bundled up and tossed haphazardly against a closet door, which is cracked open. As he bends over to scoop them up, he catches a whiff of dust, mildew, and something else...he doesn’t know quite what, but it smells foul. Xavier can’t help but wrinkle his nose in disgust. What in earth does Bray keep in here?

Curious, he pushes the door open further. He immediately regrets it.

The bottom of the closet is littered with broken children’s toys, jumbled together in boxes - dolls of all description, worn stuffed animals, an ancient looking rocking horse, a dollhouse with stained walls. Hanging from wire hangers above are a ratty pair of striped pants and a heavy leather overcoat. And dangling from a string, presumably the light switch, a clown mask. Its smile is twisted, artificial, cruel. A wave of the stale smell hits him in the face and turns his stomach.

Xavier doesn’t even have time to think of how fast he can escape before he feels a pair of hands on his hips. He freezes in place, swallowing hard.

“Bad boy,” Bray whispers in his ear. “You’ll ruin the surprise.”

Xavier shivers, his heart hammering somewhere in his throat. “I-I was just — “

Bray clicks his tongue pityingly. “Curiosity killed the cat, you know. You’ll find out my secret in good time.” His fingers move, below his navel, tracing the line of hair above his groin. “Right now, I’m not finished with you.”

Xavier tries to stammer another protest, but all that comes out is a moan. Bray must take this as a signal to go ahead, because then Bray’s lips are on the back of his neck, on his shoulder, all hot breath and wet tongue and marking teeth. Bray’s hands continue to wander, over his abs, tracing the line of his hips, palming Xavier’s stirring erection.

He needs to stop this. He needs to push away, to scream, to do something, anything to get as far away from this place as possible. He feels like a deer in headlights - or an insect hypnotized by the light of a zapper. His knees begin to fail him. Bray holds him, supports his weight, guides him back toward the bed.

Xavier has one more thought before he gives up on thinking altogether. It didn’t matter if Bray was or wasn’t a changed man. It didn’t matter if he was fucked up for wanting this. It didn’t matter if he was broken or lost or just confused. Bray knew his heart, could see his soul. Bray could hold him together.

The back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. He falls back, willingly, knowing how wanton and dazed he must look. “Please,” he breathes.

Bray doesn’t need to hear it twice. Xavier takes a fleeting moment to admire Bray’s new tattoo - an intricate, fearsome image of a snarling wolf - before the man is on him, slotting between his legs and bringing their mouths together. Bray is a fantastic kisser, alternating between slow, lingering swipes of his tongue and hard teeth on his lower lip. Xavier feels like Bray could eat him alive if he really wanted. God, best not to give him ideas.

Just when it starts getting harder to draw breath, Bray’s kissing his chest, tracing along his ribcage with the tip of a teasing tongue. Bray huffs a laugh when Xavier squirms. He’s not exactly ticklish, but he hates being teased.

“Easy, now,” Bray murmurs, drawing a few fingertips over his inner thighs. Xavier can hear the smile in his voice. “We have all the time in the world.”

“Easy for you to say,” Xavier grumbles. His head falls back, which is when Bray chooses to surprise him by swiping his tongue along his length. Xavier can’t help it; he bites back a moan and spreads his legs further.

“Mmm. What a sight.” Bray takes his sweet time, mapping him with his lips in a way that feels damn near worshipful. “I can’t wait to share what I’ve been working on with you, dear one.”

“Wha — “ Xavier’s question is cut off by the wet heat of Bray’s mouth, taking him all the way in. It’s all he can do not to buck his hips up. “Ah — “

Bray’s eyes are wide, almost manic, but Xavier can’t help watching him. He hears the snap of a lid and swallows. Bray’s words are soft, but he hears them with perfect clarity. “You will be my masterpiece. My joy. My everything. Because we understand each other, don’t we, Xavier? Because you let me in.”

Xavier whines. He can’t let himself think, not just yet. “Bray, I need — “

Bray works him open quickly - it doesn’t take much - smoothing a hand over his stomach to ease him through it. When finally, finally he pushes in, it’s an answered prayer, it’s everything Xavier doesn’t want to lose. He almost wants to cry.

Bray appears to steady himself for a moment, or maybe he’s just taking in the sight of Xavier underneath him, undone by desperation. “Beautiful.”

Xavier resists the urge to roll his eyes and wraps his arms around Bray’s shoulders. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Bray does. He’s slow but far from gentle, busying his mouth with leaving marks on Xavier’s throat. The heat between them is like a fire, and Xavier closes his eyes, embracing the flames, embracing Bray like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get. Hell, the state he’s in, he’ll embrace hellfire itself if it means staying with Bray.

He’s surprised when Bray comes first, but pleased because he gets to watch the euphoria on his face, the overwhelming joy and desire in his eyes. He wants to get lost in those eyes forever. He follows not long after, of course - how could he not, with Bray around him and within him, watching him like that?

Soon he’ll have to return to reality, return to rational thought and common sense. But Bray’s head is resting on his chest, and Xavier feels more loved and more at peace with himself than he has in a long time. So as far as he’s concerned, the real world can wait.