#i would say that in the we fight monsters and are caught or in danger from monsters show

[soft-pine]

people have said a lot of funny things to me while trying to critique my spreadsheet of notes. but none of them have come close to matching the freak of this. the claim that supernatural season 1 episode 7 "hookman" frames sam as a damsel in distress.

and not only that. but that somehow somehow i didn't include this in my notes document...

my brother in christ, i don't have a sheet for insane sam meta.

[samuelsdean]

Next To You

pairing: sam winchester x reader

summary: waking up next to sam was your favorite thing in the world.

genre: fluff

word count: 1.4k

author's notes: i would very much love to wake up next to sam don't y'all think so? i literally wrote this because i think t'd feel so good to be hugged by him the entire night and wake up to him first thing in the morning.

WAKING UP NEXT TO SAM WAS PROBABLY YOUR FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD. IT WAS YOUR REFUGE, A SANCTUARY FROM THE WORLD'S HARSH EDGES. It was a reminder that each day is another day you get to spend the rest of your life with the love of your life.

You loved waking up next to Sam because his warmth radiated like your favorite hoodie, chasing away the remnants of a cool summer night. Tucked into the space between his jaw and chest, you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breath, his arms encasing you.

Slowly, you untangled yourself from his embrace, careful not to disturb his sleep. The light of dawn peeked through the window, painting a golden sheen across Sam's face. His brow furrowed slightly, a crease etched between his eyes, usually reserved for facing down monsters, but right now, it softened with sleep, replaced by the slight ajar of his lips.  

Watching Sam sleep had you going through your memories in a flash—the way he surprised you with your favorite flowers, after being gone from a hunt, a shy smile gracing his features as he laid a gentle kiss on your reddened cheeks. You smiled wistfully when you recalled how Sam confessed to you his feelings the night he had gotten home from a hunt that went on too long and could've gone sideways.

The motel room door creaked open, revealing a battered Sam Winchester. Dried blood stained the sleeve of his jacket and he was sporting a nasty gash on his right cheek, a grim souvenir from the hunt gone south.

Exhaustion hung heavy around him, a storm cloud threatening to unleash the floodgates of aches and pains. He wanted to go to sleep as soon as he stepped inside the dank motel room, but the tiny flicker of light beneath the door held him captive.

There you were, bathed in the warm glow of a lamp, hands wringing together and brows crimped in worry. Sam seemed to forget all about sleep when he saw you. He has never yearned for anything the way he has right now with the sight of you, his relic of normalcy in his chaotic world. He pushed the door open further, the sound jarring in the silence.

You looked up, surprise giving way to relief. "Sam! Thank goodness you're alright. I was worried sick after you've been gone for so long."

A weak smile formed on his lips. "We got them. Nasty ghouls took longer than expected." He shuffled closer, the weight of the hunt pulling at him. He could feel the warmth radiating from the room, a stark contrast to the bone-chilling night he'd endured.

You stood up and reached out, your hand brushing against his cheek. The touch, even through the grime, sent a jolt through him. It was a simple gesture, yet it held the power to ground him, to remind him of what he was fighting for—what he was going home to.

"You look like hell," you said, your voice laced with concern. "Go wash up, then I'll get you something to eat. There's a diner near here, open 24/7 apparently, Bobby told me on the phone earlier, bless his gruff soul."

He allowed himself to be ushered towards the bathroom, crumpling onto the tub with a groan. As the hot water washed away the grime and fatigue, something else started to wash over him. It was the weight of his unspoken feelings, a truth he could no longer keep buried.

He emerged from the bathroom, a fresh towel wrapped around his hair. You were already by the table, a steaming cup of coffee and grub waiting for him. He caught your gaze, the way your eyes held a warmth that chased away the chills of the hunt.

"Listen," Sam began, his voice thick with emotion. You tilted your head in confusion as to what he was trying to say. "This life… it's not easy. It's dangerous, messy, and frankly, it terrifies me sometimes."

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking with yours. "But then I come back here, see you… and suddenly, facing it all over again, well, it doesn't seem so bad. It feels… bearable."

A blush crept up your neck, mirroring the heat rising in his own. You opened your mouth to speak, but he pressed on.

"I know this is crazy," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "But, I can't keep it in anymore. I… I care about you. A lot more than a friend."

The silence stretched, heavy with anticipation. He braced himself for a rejection, the fear of a cold fist squeezing his heart. Then, you reached out, your hand gently cupping his cheek.

"Sam," you said, your voice soft, "you're not the only one who feels that way."

Relief flooded him, warm and exhilarating. A hesitant smile spread across his face. "Really?"

You nodded, your eyes sparkling. "For a long time, actually."

He leaned in, the space between them collapsing in a rush. The kiss was soft, a tentative exploration of your unspoken feelings toward each other. But within it, there was a spark, a promise of something deeper. He pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, a newfound warmth radiating from within.

"So," he whispered, a grin tugging at his lips, "does this mean I get to keep bothering you for a while longer?"

You chuckled, a sound that filled the room with a melody of hope. "Looks like you're stuck with me, Winchester. Now, about that coffee…"

He pulled you close, the scent of coffee and the lingering warmth from the confession clinging to the air.  

Yes, in the face of whatever darkness awaited, this peaceful moment with Sam was a treasure. You leaned in, brushing a kiss against his cheek, a silent promise whispered against his lips, "I'll wake you soon, pretty boy."

The sunlight, bolder now, sliced through the gap in the curtains, landing right on Sam's eyelids. He let out a soft groan, sleep fading as he blinked the light away. Unlike you, mornings weren't exactly his best friend. For a moment, his eyes fluttered closed again, then snapped open, a glimmer of surprise crossing his face when he realized you weren't there.

"Morning, baby," he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep. He reached out instinctively, his hand brushing against the empty space where you'd been. A frown tugged at his lips for a brief moment before it softened into a smile as he spotted you by the window.

You were turned away from him, busy reading a paperback. The rising sun cast an ethereal glow around you, highlighting the way your hair seemed to catch fire with golden light. A shiver danced down Sam's spine, a mix of the cool morning air and the unexpected sight before him.

"Hey there, Sleepyhead," you said over your shoulder, your voice laced with amusement as you turned back to face him. "You look like you could use some more shut-eye."

He stretched languidly, the movement sending a groan escaping his lips. "Nah, I'm good. Just gotta get the lead out before Bobby gets impatient." He winced slightly, a reminder of the recent hunt probably still clinging to his muscles.

A playful glint lit up your eyes. "Lead out, huh? Sounds fancy. Did you polish your shoes too, Mr. Winchester?"

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent a warmth radiating through you. "Only the finest demon-blood repellent for this hunter, sweetheart." He reached for you, his hand warm and strong as he pulled you close, grinning at how easily he could make you laugh with his comebacks.

As you snuggled into his embrace, a comfortable silence settled between you. However, a shadow lingered in the back of your mind. The thought of Bobby calling usually meant trouble brewing. You decided to break the comfortable silence.

"Any whispers about what Bobby wants this time?" you asked, your voice soft.

Sam shook his head, his expression turning serious. "Not a peep. Knowing Bobby, it'll involve something nasty, a whole lot of rotgut, and probably a cryptic message scribbled on some random book." He paused, his gaze softening on you.

"But whatever it is," he continued, his voice low and reassuring, "we'll face it together. Like always."

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his cheek. "Always," you whispered the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air—together, no matter what the coming day brought.

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

If you're still taking requests, can I get Azriel with something along the lines of ' I know it doesn’t matter what I do. I’m still everything but right for you' or 'you deserve better'. It can be angst or fluff

Warnings: slight angst.

Fictober Challenge

Most of the time, you and Azriel got along well. But whenever the two of you went on a mission together, it almost always ended in a fight. You knew how he was- kind, selfless, always putting everyone else before himself. And while you loved him for it, seeing how he viewed himself, how he never took care of his own well-being, how he constantly put his life in unnecessary danger, made you furious.

Every argument between you always revolved around the same issue: his reckless disregard for his own life. Sometimes, it would lead to days of you not talking to each other; other times, it ended up in heated, angry sex. This time, though, you were so mad at him that you didn’t even bother arguing on the way home. You just stayed quiet.

“Are you going to keep giving me the silent treatment, or will you say something?” Azriel finally broke the silence, his voice edged with frustration. He hated when you didn’t talk to him- he’d much rather you yell or argue than endure your cold silence. 

“What do you want me to say, huh?” you snapped, stopping in your tracks to face him.

“I don’t know. Something, anything.” he replied, almost pleading now.

“Why do you keep doing this? You act like you don’t care if you get yourself killed. I’m tired of this, Az” you sighed, your voice low, shoulders slumping slightly from the weight of your exhaustion and concern.

“I’m doing my job. It’s what I’ve always done.” he said defensively.

You shook your head, both disappointed and at a loss for what to say. His words hung in the air, pushing your frustration higher.

He sensed what you were feeling, but his thoughts got the better of him. “What? You already knew who I was before we started dating. If you had a problem with it, you should’ve said something then, not now.”

“I don’t have a problem with what you do, Az. My problem is how you do it. You’re becoming more reckless, more careless by the minute. It’s like- like you don’t even value your life. I fucking hate how you think about yourself. It’s like you think you don’t matter” Your voice started low but rose as your frustration grew.

“I know it doesn’t matter what I do. I’m still everything but right for you. I get it, you don’t have to keep reminding me.” He stepped closer, his wings shifting behind him in agitation.

You blinked, caught off guard by his words.“What? Wait… you think I-... what are you even talking about?” You paused, processing the weight of what he’d said. “You really think that you’re not enough, Az?”

“Why would I be? I am the Night Court’s torturer, executioner. A monster. I’ve been this way for so long, I don’t even know how to be anything else.” His voice cracked as he looked away, avoiding your gaze.

“Az…you’re not a monster.” Your voice softened, and you reached up to gently caress his cheek. “You’re the person I love. I don’t care what you do as long as you come back to me… I’m just scared of losing you, especially when you’re out there risking your life so recklessly.” 

“You won’t lose me, I promise.” He finally met your eyes, and for the first time, you could see the depth of his vulnerability- the love and fear behind his every action. In return, he heard the sincerity in your voice and saw the love you harbored for him reflected in your eyes.

You opened your mouth to say more, to tell him he shouldn’t think so little of himself, but in that moment, you knew what he needed wasn’t a lecture. He needed you- your love, your reassurance.

You brought your forehead to his, closing your eyes as you whispered against his lips. “I love you, Az. I always will. Don’t ever forget that.”

For a moment, you stayed like that, the closeness between you easing the lingering tension. Then, without a word, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, brief but filled with unspoken promises. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you closer, as if holding onto the reassurance you’d just given him. When you pulled back, a small smile graced his face.

“I don’t deserve you” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You deserve more than you think” you replied softly, resting your head on his shoulder.

[toxycodone]

oviposition anon teehee i wanted to elaborate more last night but i was tired as fuck and zooted off the penjamin. but like getting separated from the rest of the party and encountering the slime creacher alone with Laios.... you think he'd tell you what the thing is? im sure he knows alllll about it, like he has a private little list of all the most fuckable monsters and of course the damn oviposition slime is on there. do u think he just dives right in head first, or does he try to create some kind of plausibly deniable situation in battle? youre terrified cause you cant make heads or tails of this creature in order to kill it and arent strong with fire magic but.... why does he look like he's having fun? and is that his clothes getting dissolved in there....? and why is he so hot all helpless suspended in the pink gel (ive just now decided the slime is pink), shuddering with pleasure as each near transparent egg enters his body? if you were to get caught by it without knowing what it is i dont think he'd leave you in there, but when he pulls you out of the goop his raging hard on is impossible to ignore and just BEGS questioning.... maybe you need to go seek out another one? or maybe i need to get writing

LISTEN TO ME. ANON YOU ARE ONE HUNDRED PERCENT ONTO SOMETHING. (And I would 100% be down to read something full about this bc oh my god???) and pink slime is the superior color you’re based.

contents: monster fucking, mutual masturbation? if you can call it that?

When you two encounter the slime, Laios is oddly…excited? I mean, he’s always excited to see monsters, but this. Is different. He doesn’t brandish his weapon or look stiff at all when you two encounter it, so you put away yours and you’re like…what the fuck is the deal man??

Laios looks between you and the slime. After a few moments, he casually walks to you.

“Well…um…this slime. They’re usually aggressive, but, you can tell by the color that it’s breeding season. And they’re unusually docile when this occurs…”

So you’re like? Okay. Awesome. No fight required. Let’s get out of here.

But Laios taps his fingers. He looks away a little as he plays with his thumbs.

“You see…it’s docile. But it doesn’t mean we can just leave. Unless we want to find another route. But it’s going to keep going until it eventually finds an adventurer…to use as a host….”

And you’re kinda like um? So do you wanna kill it? Or

And Laios is like “I HAVE AN IDEA. So…the secretions of this slime numb pain and promote healing. If we help this slime out…we can get some of those. It may be useful when Marcille’s out of mana….” Laios then puts his hands on your shoulders and looks at you seriously. “I PROPOSE…we let this slime use us as hosts. And in return, we collect its secretions and save any other unaware adventurer an encounter with it!”

And you’re floored. But once he explains to you, it’s just eggs (they lay them in adventurers to spread their kind to other floors). And it’ll feel *good*. You put your hands on your hips.

“Let me guess. You’ve been waiting for us to encounter this monster, huh….?”

*Cue that iconic Laios blushing panel.*

Anyways, you accept. Laios gives you the rundown from his guide and notes from his journal. First, you have to remove your clothing. The slime will get them soaked and likely tear them to shreds anyways, and if you don’t have a spare you’re screwed. Then, the slime’s secretions will coax you into relaxation. You’ll feel yourself go limp, but it’s not a bad thing. It’ll just make it easier for this whole process—so don’t fight it. Lastly…just enjoy? The slime does all the work and the eggs aren’t dangerous. You’ll pass them in a few days when the incubation period has succeeded (Laios wants to keep one or two to eat, but he doesn’t explicitly say that now).

And so you agree. It seems…oddly fun. Neither of you get time to really do anything sexual while dungeon crawling. And this seems like a good release.

And so you let it happen and it’s fucking MIND BLOWING. The slime’s secretions are absorbed through your skin as it surrounds you, making you feel some weird mix between drunk and high. Your body is limp, but everything you feel is extremely heightened.

The slime teases you all over and gently prods at your holes before slowly opening you up. (if you have a cervix) it’s numbing properties keep it from hurting as it spreads you open and pumps its eggs into your womb/hole. It’s honestly one of the best experiences you’ve had.

It’s like. Some sort of ethereal mutual masturbation experience with Laios, because when you look at him his skin is almost as pink as the slime. His brows are furrowed, eyes shut tight as he moans wantonly, not a care in the world. You can tell when an egg is laid in him bc his face contorts, but then his licks his lips and lets out a shaky moan. There’s already streaks of white in the slime and you’re not sure if it’s just a ton of precum or if he’s already came from the slime.

But you don’t have a lot of time to think about that before you’re shuddering from your own orgasm. It seems the slime coaxes as many as it can from you and Laios—as the more you relax and enjoy the experience the easier it is to continue pumping eggs into your system.

And afterwards, the slime resumes its usual light blue color and withdraws from you two. If you weren’t mistaken…you’d think it was blushing….theres two pink patches left on its “cheeks” as it slithers away, streaks of cum and slick still present in its body.

And. Of course. In typical Laios fashion, while you two are coming back to your senses, covered in slick and slime and who knows what else. All he can do is look at you with that same dopey lovestruck expression and mumble about how much he loves you.

[anyoldfandom]

I just had. A devastating realization.

In episode 3, when Six says "In our line of work, we need to be careful. People we pull into this life, they can too easily get caught in the crossfire."

And that always stood out to me bc it feels pretty personal, but we don't actually know who he's talking about. Not Holiday - she was in Providence before they met. Not One, he brought Six willingly into the life, and people don't really turn due to exposure with EVOs, so Six wouldn't have "pulled" him into anything. Maybe White getting bleached, but that was more a result of his own actions.

I always kind of thought it was a character we never met, an ambigous "someone" that died in his past, but on a rewatch today, it clicked that while Rex was talking about Circe...Six was talking about Rex.

Six brought Rex to Providence when he could've brought him anywhere else. Providence would've believed the robot destroyed - they did believe the robot was destroyed. Thry definitwly had no reason to link it to this kid. But Six brought this child, this EVO, to a place where he had earlier that day watched them kill another EVOfor research, where they had other human EVOs explicitly caged to deconstruct. He took Rex into the lion's den to show Holiday, and Rex had no idea. Six could've been more careful, and taken Holiday to see Rex instead.

But he was emotional. He was tired from seeing One suffer, tired of killing people and monsters, tired of fighting an endless war. It's very possible that working for Providence is what turned Six from that shitty, cocky guy he was 20 years ago into the tired soldier he was when he met Rex. He saw hope, an opportunity to save people, to save his father and bring hope to the only other person who seemed to care about EVOs beyond killing them.

And for that, Rex suffered. White suffered. Six watched the man he loved be forced into an office and the child and hope he wanted to protect fall under Providence's grasp. He pulled Rex into the life because he wasn't careful, denied him any semblance, any opportunity of a normal life. Six became Rex's protector, but he can't protect Rex from the very thing he pulled him into - the mistake he made because he let hope and desperation drive him.

And...it also makes me wonder. Do you think he feels he doesn't deserve Rex? Do you think his heart drops when Rex jumps headfitst into danger? When he sees the kid hurt on the field, or pushing himself past his limits to save people - do you think Six feels guilty he's in that situation? If he'd been just a little smarter, this child wouldn't be suffering. More people overall would be hurt, sure - but the child he cares about, the child who made him into a better man, would be safe. It's a selfish thought from a man who has only known the selfish life of a mercenary for so long, a man we see selfishly cling to hope with One's suffering.

And part of me wonders if that's part of the reason why he trusts Rex, but he tries to play it by the rules first at the beginning of the show. Thay beyond just protecting Rex, he feels responsible for this current danger Rex is in, and that the best he can do is protect Rex as much as he can, to take the brunt of the consequences of Rex's rebellion and stunts on himself.

[raiynnah]

Secret Identity

@wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 988 (this one got away from me a bit whoops) Note: swearing

“You don’t understand, Lily, I need to know.” Remus throws his hands up pleadingly.

“Your job shouldn’t require you to start breaking into places, Remus! Especially not in search of reckless vigilantes.” She glares at him and then at the desk he’s sitting at, at the newspaper clippings and the piles of notes scattered across the oak surface, pointing at it accusingly. “You’re obsessed!”

“I’m a journalist,” he insists, knowing very well that it doesn’t explain his actions.

“You’ve been working at this job for three years. It’s only now, with the rise of these so-called heroes, that has you acting with such—such insanity!”

“Oh stop, Lily, you know that they’re heroes. You’re just mad that they do a better job than Severus,” he spits back cruelly.

“Don’t you dare, Lupin,” she warns him, “I don’t give a flying fuck what Severus Snape is doing at his little police job. I care about the fact that your new idols create such damage in their super-powered fights. Did you even see the news last Sunday? An entire highway flooded with sewer water!”

Silence follows, both of them at a standstill. Remus grabs the mug of cooling tea off his desk and takes a sip just for something to do, trying to hide his reaction to the bitter taste. Lily cracks a smile knowingly and sighs.

“Why do you even care so much? I know Dumbledore wants to find out their identities for publicity’s sake but that can’t be all of it.” Remus puts the mug down, rearranging his notes. She waits impatiently with her arms crossed. “Well?”

“You remember when Padfoot saved that one journalist who got too close to the fight?” he asks out of nowhere, handing her the photo one of his colleagues took and published.

“Yeah?” She grabs it, eyes scanning for details. Dorcas is an amazing photographer but she hadn't managed to catch the journalist’s face, only a figure in business casual being cradled by the disguise-clad hero. Remus is grateful for it.

“Well…that’s me,” he says, avoiding eye-contact. He remembers that day well, though less so the danger and more the muscles of the man that caught him, the strength in the man’s voice, and the rushed beating of his own heart for all the wrong reasons. Remus would bet all of his journalistic integrity that the man is extremely handsome under that costume.

“Remus! You could have been badly hurt!”

“I know but I needed to talk to them. I think they could help me with this other project.” He knows it’s too vague so when she keeps staring at him he continues, “My project hunting down Greyback and finally getting that monster behind bars.” She sighs, knowing it would be no use to argue. Truthfully, she doesn’t even want to, after so many years of friendship Remus’ revenge has become hers.

“Fine, tell me what you got.” He beams at her, pulling out the stool next to him for her to sit.

“Well, we know Padfoot has some kind of teleportation or phasing powers. He hasn’t used it much but it seems like control over his position or visibility in space or something. And—”

“—How do you know it’s a he?”

“I asked him.” He pauses, debates how to tell her this. “And, I kinda…have his phone number?”

“You WHAT?” she shrieks. “I thought we were trying to uncover their identities and take the man that ruined your life to jail, not flirt with someone you don’t even know. He could be fifty and yell at waitresses!”

“Why not do both?” He grins. “And my chances of secret fifty year olds hitting on me are the same as they are on Tinder, which I remind you, you signed me up for.” 

“Fine. Continue.”

“Thank you. So, anyway, that makes sense because a Padfoot is a kind of mythical dog that can become invisible. I don’t know if he moves when invisible at a super-powered pace or if it’s like teleportation.” He glances over at her and she nods.” Then there’s Prongs who seems to have super-strength and really quick healing, possibly regeneration. I’m not sure how it ties in but deer do shed and regrow their antlers?” It’s a shot in the dark really.

“Ok so Padfoot is the one you have a crush on, yes?”

“It’s not a crush!” Giving him a look, Lily taps at the photo he taped on the wall his desk touches. It’s a photo of both superheroes and it’s not Remus’ fault that Prongs is somewhere behind all the rubble, only his head pointing out. Padfoot is in the middle, his tight suit clinging to his muscles, the face of a black dog with silver eyes and teeth branded on his chest. His hood is drawn back a bit so Remus can almost see his eyes, though they’re most likely covered as well. Unconsciously he leans forward as if he could pull the hood down from the other side of the photograph.

“So what are you doing with his phone number? It’s a burner phone I’m assuming.”

“Most likely, though I actually think it’s linked with a third person.” Lily frowns, confused. “Someone on the comms, someone I think they call Wormtail.”

“Have you talked to anyone else about this theory?”

“I thought about talking to Peter,” he says, “He’s a good investigator. But I don’t want this to get out at work. And besides, he’s too close to Black.” Remus scowls, thinking back to the day the newcomer arrived, hired too quickly and not fired quickly enough in his opinion.

“You think Sirius Black will steal your work?”

“Oh, I know he will. I trust that smug prick as far as I can throw him.” She nods as if to say yeah, you’re pretty weak.

“Then, let’s get to work,” Lily tells him with a determined glint in her eyes and takes out her notebook.

[apomaro-mellow]

King&Prince 4

"Hey Eddie, what happens if you stick a finger up someone's ass?", Dustin asked.

Eddie choked on nothing and looked up from the map he'd been studying. He cleared his throat and flailed his hands at his young ward.

"The fuck Henderson?"

"I asked Steve about it once but he said he wouldn't tell me yet."

"Steve?!" Eddie got up while slamming his hands down. "As in the prince? As in the one I have locked away in the dungeon as we speak?"

"Yeah", Dustin replied, unbothered by the shadows shifting behind Eddie as his hair began to stand on end.

"I will say this in the simplest terms I can. Stay. Away. From Harrington."

Dustin put down the anatomy book he'd been reading. "But he's not dangerous. At least not while he's caged up. He's got pretty decent knowledge of how to hurt someone though."

"Oh I'm sure. He comes from a long line of people who live to hurt." Eddie moved from behind his desk, leaving the map behind. The fireplace was burning bright, the sun had set long ago and Eddie should have sent Dustin to bed by now, but he liked the company. "You know what his family has done."

"I do, but it's not like he's done it. He doesn't deserve to sleep in a shit hole just because his family is a bunch of assholes", Dustin said.

"And who's to say he isn't just as much of an asshole? Apples don't fall far from trees." Eddie moved to stare into the fire. He had been studying the map of his kingdom to think of ways to move his citizens and creatures. He didn't want to displace people, nor seem like he was conceding the border, but the Harringtons weren't giving him much of a choice.

"Can't you just give him some new clothes? He's literally starting to smell."

"I want you to stay out of the dungeons. You keep it up and I'll tell your mom that you're fraternizing with the enemy."

Dustin let out an offended scoff, upset that Eddie would go as far as tattling on him. Well, he had ways around that. Curious about the royal hostage, Dustin had intercepted the servant going to give him his meal and took over that task. But since Eddie told him he couldn't go anymore, Dustin got someone else instead.

Mike had to be bribed with a book, but he went and asked Steve what was worse, internal bleeding or dying of infection.

"Are you one of Dustin's friends?"

"Just answer the question so I can get outta here", Mike sighed.

"I'm not a doctor. I don't know which is worse. But infection is definitely more gross", Steve said. "Especially if it's on your-"

"On your what?", Mike pressed.

Steve considered how much of a pest Dustin was when he didn't get a straight answer and decided that having a conversation partner so he told Mike what he knew about infections while eating. Mike's jaw never left the floor.

"Eddie was wrong about you. You're so-!" Mike stopped short when Steve looked up at him. "You're uh, you're fine, I guess. Do you know a lot about gross stuff like that?"

"I don't know about a lot. I know a thing or two", Steve shrugged. That name came up again, Eddie. Steve was almost interested enough to ask about him but figured he was probably just someone else in the castle that hung out with these kids. And apparently he was someone they looked up to.

From then on, he had a rotation of visitors to bring him food. Dustin was still around, and he'd met Mike. But now there was also Lucas, who mostly asked about the fighting techniques Steve knew about. He also met Will, who usually came with a list of questions Dustin had but also asked about his kingdom in general. Something about the whole thing caught Steve off guard and he asked Dustin the next time he saw him.

"Does your king only employ children?"

"What? No, we don't get paid, but we should", Dustin rolled his eyes as he slid the food over. "We just live here. Lucas and Mike wanna be squires. And I-"

"Where are all the monsters?", Steve asked.

"You probably mean the demobeasts. They live outside, you know, like most animals." Dustin looked at him like he was stupid. It was a common expression on his face.

"They're not like, crawling around?", Steve hadn't even seen so much as a rat, even here in his cell.

"It's not a wild house", Dustin crossed his arms. "I brought one demodog into the castle and Eddie lost it just because it tore up some scrolls."

"You and this Eddie guy hang out a lot? How come you've never sent him down here?", Steve asked.

"He's pretty busy. Plus, he doesn't like you that much."

Steve didn't need to ask why. He was an enemy prince, after all. So far, only Dustin and his friends had shown him anything resembling kindness. Just a day ago, someone had been sent to 'clean' him. Which was really just tossing a bucket of cold water at him. And even those that knew him beyond his status weren't so loving and warm. It was why Steve wasn't surprised that his family had yet to burst through the doors to save him.

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Alric had known long before he got a letter that his son had been taken and by whom. Steve's escorting party had returned much sooner than planned. Many of them injured, but none dead. They had reported to their king the events and just who was responsible. Still, Alric waited for the official word, just to see what that devil of a king wanted in exchange for his son.

It turned out to be a call to end his aggression and enter a truce. A call to discuss the details of the truce more in person. To sit at the same table as equals and figure out how to live harmoniously as neighbors.

He threw the letter into the fire.

Such terms were unthinkable, as was sending a reply of any kind. Alric would allow his silence to do the talking.

When it went on week three without any sort of word, Eddie called his council to discuss.

"What does it mean when a king doesn't care about his prince?", Eddie had asked.

"It's got to be a ploy", Nancy said. "He wouldn't abandon his only son."

"Unless he was some sort of disgrace", Jeff said. "But then again, something like that would have hit the rumor mill already."

"How can a prince be disgraced? They get away with everything", Robin commented.

Eddie was pacing around the table in the council room. "The point is, dear old dad doesn't seem to bothered with this. It's almost like he wants to be rid of him."

"So what do we do?", Jeff asked.

"We need a clearer picture", Nancy said.

"Clearer picture...", Eddie mused, pausing in his pacing. Then he let out a very loud, every exaggerated groan while bending so far backwards his head almost touched the floor. "Time to visit my favorite hostage."

Part 6

Tag Team

@thesuninyaface @only-evanescent @snakeorsquid @ignoremyworld @theclichefortunecookie @goodolefashionedloverboi @just-a-tiny-void

[littlefireball]

ᴍɢ|ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴘᴛ.2 (ᴍ)

ᴡᴏʟꜰ ᴍɪɴɢɪ x ʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʟꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ)

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ│ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ|ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ|ʀᴇᴄᴏɴᴄɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2ᴋ

"Get off from my girlfriend! Or I will kill you!!"

"Girl--?"

Before he could finish, Mingi charged towards yellow wolf at an invisible speed and forcefully struck him, sending him flying and crashing onto a nearby wooden table. Unable to withstand the pressure, the table shattered, and the yellow wolf struggled to get back up.

"Girlfriend?? I thought you didn't want her anymore?"

"It's none of your business!" Mingi punched him in the detestable face, knocking out several teeth and leaving bruises all over.

Mingi clenched his fist, eyes wide open, emitting a dangerous golden glow as all his dissatisfaction and anger turned into power.

"You--!" Slapped. "Go--" Punched. "TO--" Kicked. "DIE!"

Mingi's punches landed brutally on the opponent's body, each strike accompanied by his furious roar. The yellow wolf had no strength to fight back and could only let out a deafening scream. His limbs were brutally torn apart, blood splattered, and the sound of bones breaking added an extreme horror to this one-sided massacre.

"Mingi…?"

You weakly attempted to call out to the werewolf in front of you who was going mad. Upon hearing your voice, he immediately ceased the slaughter, as if regaining his sanity, and ran to your side.

"Y/N! Hold on! Stay with me! Please!" The loss of blood eventually caused you to lose consciousness.

"Mingi, go get some rest. You haven't slept since you came back," Yunho said worriedly.

"No, I want to stay by her side." He grabbed your hand, lightly planting a kiss on it, tears streaming down his face, afraid that you would never wake up again.

"He still refuses to rest," Yunho left the room, shaking his head in helplessness. "Whatever we say to him now, he won't listen. Just leave them alone for a while." Seonghwa patted Yunho's shoulder to comfort him, and bring him to leave the room.

"Please wake up, my Y/N. I miss you…I am sorry…" He lowered his head, not knowing if it was his crying that caused you to slowly open your eyes.

"Min…?"

"Y/N?? You're finally awake!" He opened his arms, wanting to embrace you, but you involuntarily retreated. Your heart started pounding, sweat collected on your forehead, as if a monster was sitting in front of you.

"It's me, Mingi. That yellow wolf is already dead, and you're safe."

"Don't touch me…" These words pierced his heart like a blade, making his face turn pale.

"I will leave, I won't appear in front of you again."

You shrugged off the blanket, turned and got out of bed without looking at him, but Mingi immediately caught hold of you.

"Your injuries aren't healed yet, you can't leave."

"It's fine." You tried to shake off his hand, but his strength was much greater than yours, and combined with your weakness from just waking up, your efforts were futile.

"Please listen to me, Y/N. I am sorry…" After hearing these words, you couldn't bear the grievance in your heart anymore, and tears burst out. He looked at you with guilt and pain in his eyes, took a deep breath, and gathered his courage.

"I was too angry at the time, I lost control and didn't listen to your explanation at all. I made you suffer, and I'm truly sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you without any evidence, it was my mistake, I was really terrible."

You didn't respond, continuing to lower your head and cry. You wanted to embrace him, kiss him, feel the warmth he gave you, but your rationality prevented you. You were afraid, afraid that his sincere words now were just impulsive, and who knows if the next second he would kick you out like before?

You didn't want to go through it all over again.

"By the time I found out the truth, it was too late. You had already left me, and I searched for you for a long time, but I couldn't find you. I regretted everything I did." He spoke with remorse and repentance in his broken voice, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"How did you find me?"

"We, just like you, wanted to enter their manor for revenge during the Blood Moon night…and then I caught your scent. I saw you lying on the table, barely alive, and I lost all sense, rushing in without caring if there were any traps…I was so afraid of losing you again…"

Your heart was filled with conflicting emotions and confusion. You couldn't ignore your love for him, but you couldn't forget the mistakes he had made either.

Yes, you still love him, your heart is full of missing him, but the past wounds are too deep, too deep…

"Y/N, can you forgive me…? No, even if you don't forgive me, it's okay. But can you give me a chance to make it up to you? I am so sorry."

You took a deep breath and slowly spoke, "Really?" You still didn't fully believe in his change.

"Yes, I promise. Please. Please let me accompany you and make up for the past." He lightly kissed your hand, causing a small part of your cold heart to melt.

"I need time, Mingi. I might not be able to accept you again in a short period of time. Let me think it over." You let go of his hand, wanting to turn and leave. Though you wanted to rush into his arms, you still lacked the courage.

"Y/N~ Look, I found the fruit you like to eat~" "Y/N~ Do you like this? I'll buy it for you~" "Y/N~ I love you so much~" Since that day, you packed your belongings and moved to a small forest near ATEEZ's habitat, not far away. It was a change of environment, but also a secret hope that Mingi could find you.

As expected, he quickly found your place. He understood the mistakes he made and was willing to take action to make a change. He started actively proving that his love and care were genuine, not just empty words. He became more attentive and considerate in daily life, thinking of you and striving to meet your needs. He even became more clingy, like a big puppy.

Despite your occasional mood swings and moments of distance, trying to avoid contact with him, there were also times when you couldn't help but be moved by his sincerity and wanted to give him a chance. But he stuck by your side, never leaving or giving up. His sincerity touched you, and slowly, you started to be attracted to him and open your heart again.

"Where is my painkiller?" You rummaged through the cabinets, but couldn't find the medication. This made you worried. If you calculated correctly, tonight or tomorrow morning should be the start of your heat.

But now, it was already evening, and it would be very dangerous if you go into heat while going out to buy medicine.

"Did I run out? What should I do…" Maybe you would have to endure the pain of heat for several days without any relief.

Just in case, you filled the bathtub with cold water, so you could immediately soak yourself if the pain became unbearable.

However, you clearly overestimated your pain tolerance. As you were preparing to go to sleep, your stomach suddenly started cramping intensely, as if your muscles were being pulled by ropes.

Sharp pain surged through your body, accompanied by waves of heat and constant sweating. Right now, even getting out of bed was a problem.

"Hmm… Mingi…" You held your feverish stomach, hoping for Mingi to appear.

"Today's practice ends here, let's go back!" Hongjoong said. They would have a routine training session every month, mainly at night. Just as they were returning to their manor, Mingi could clearly smell your scent lingering in the air. The fragrance was sweet and captivating.

"Y/N?" He didn't even look back, running straight towards the source of the scent, leaving the others perplexed.

"Where are you going, Mingi?"

"Y/N?" He opened your bedroom door and saw you lying naked, curled up in bed, with your apple-like scent wafting towards him. He swallowed hard as his sexual desire was awakened completely.

"Mingi, I want help. It hurts."

"Let me help you, my little wolf." He took off all his clothes, climbed onto your bed, and kissed your lips. Your lips were as sweet and soft as ever, a feeling he had missed so much.

Your lips fiercely locked together, the passionate atmosphere radiating from the intense kisses. Breathing heavily and eagerly, it was like two beasts gnawing at each other's lips. Your hands continued to wander over each other's bodies, tracing arousing lines that made your hearts race. The friction between your bodies fueled the fervor, arousing the desires and emotions hidden within both of you.

He left your lips and moved down to suck on your chest. His tongue circled around your nipples, gently biting and licking, producing lascivious sounds of saliva.

"Hmmmm…" Your moans excited him even more. As he kissed your neck, he paused and looked at the bite marks left by the yellow wolf on your skin, feeling a mix of emotions.

"You are mine." He bit down on the same spot, wanting to cover up the disgusting mark.

"Ahhhh…" He kissed your entire body, marking every inch of your skin as his, announcing to the world that you were his possession.

"Mingi… I want more." Simple kisses and bites were no longer enough to satisfy your desires, and you rubbed your legs to express your discomfort.

"Yes, my pretty." His erect member could no longer be restrained. He aimed at your hole and slid into your wet walls.

"Ah, it's been so long. I've missed you so much." He hadn't made love since you left. Now he can finally feel your pussy again.

"ahhh… too big!"

"So fucking tight!" He fucked you at an inhuman pace, as if it was the last day on Earth. "Ha! Ha! Hum!!" Just like him, it had been a long time since you made love. The long-lost excitement sent shivers down your spine, your heartbeat pounding in your chest, as if it wanted to burst out.

Blood rushed through your veins, your cheeks flushed, and your skin temperature gradually rose. The sound of skin colliding echoed like drums, accompanied by moans from both of you.

"Right there, please harder!"

"As you wish." His cock slammed against your G-spot, sending waves of numbness that made you feel a knot in your stomach. You propped yourself up on the bed with your hands, your fingertips turning white from exertion, and your breasts bouncing from his forceful thrusts.

"Ahhh my alpha!" Did he hear correctly? You called him your alpha?

"What baby? Can you say that again?"

"Alpha, please." Tears welled up in his eyes. He had been waiting so long to hear those words.

Your lips met again, both of you enjoying the pleasure it brought. The soft and warm feeling slowly spread, filled with love and emotional blending. Your lips intertwined with tongues, creating sparks of electricity in the dancing flames. He continued to thrust forcefully, filling all your empty spaces, constantly rubbing against your vagina.

"I am cumming." He buried his head in your neck, increasing his speed once again.

"Oh Fuck!! Fuck!! Mingi!!" His beastly nature completely occupied his senses, the frantic speed making the bed frame squeak.

"Please, I need you cum inside me… Breed."

"You want me to cum inside your cunt, huh?"

"Please, please, my alpha. I want your knot." You pleaded, wanting to become one with him. His cock became bigger than before and entered your the deepest part. You gasped in pain and threw your head. Panting so heavily as if oxygen was running out.

"It hurts!"

"You can take it." His tip kept hitting your deepest part and sperm was flowing out. The pain was hard to bear at the beginning but turned into pleasure slowly. Both of you moaned loudly and your scent mixed together.

Not knowing how much time has passed, but you only knew that the energy between the two of you seemed to be endless, constantly exchanging positions; sometimes he spooned you, sometimes he flipped you over, or you were riding him.

"Mingi, I'm cumming."

"Then cum with me, babe."

"Hmm…!" He sat up and wrapped around your shoulder, licking your neck. You lift you head to give him more room so that he could bite your nape. Once he bite, both of you came at the same time. Blood from your nape flowed out a little bit and he licked all.

After it was all over, he pulled out and held you in his arms on the edge of the bed. Your back was against his chest, feeling his breath rise and fall.

He gently pecked your head, saying tenderly, "Do you know? I've waited so long for this day… I was really afraid that you wouldn't want me anymore…" You turned around and lightly kissed his lips.

"I forgave you a long time ago, and…" You snuggled against him. "You knot me, and I am yours." Tears swelled up in his eyes as he finally had you back by his side.

In that moment, your lips gently touched, like butterflies caressing petals, and everything returned to the sweetness of the beginning.

[s-awturn]

Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: I'm excited about this story because I love werewolves and witches so I can't stop reading it. This will be the last one posted until I update Underworld Sun, because I've been owing this update for a few days.

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

1. we were born to die;

Part Two: Monsters

One misstep, you're mine And you better stay clever if you wanna survive

Her breath caught in her chest as she saw the massive beast emerging from the bushes, its fangs as big as the blade of her dagger, its eyes gleaming like molten gold and stared at him with nothing but murderous fury. Being the first night of the full moon, Y/N could feel the deep magic of lycanthropy within him, vibrating the beast's solid muscles and teasing his senses, making it tastier prey than any animal in the forest.

It was a bad day to be with your magic so weak.

The werewolf began to surround her and Y/N did the same, she couldn't give him a chance to attack from behind, dying wasn't in her plans. Whether from angry villagers or from that hungry werewolf. Her eyes remained glued to the massive creature in front of her, she couldn't take her eyes off the wolf's dangerous fangs; her fingers pressed the dagger and she took a deep breath, asking for wisdom and strength to get out of that situation.

“I’m not going to die tonight, beast, so I hope you don’t mind when I use your fur as a blanket,” she said. Y/N knew how to poke a mindless beast with twice her strength and huge teeth were dangerous, but she had never been a sensible witch, and now was not the time to start being one.

The moon shone even brighter in the sky and an ancient shiver ran down her spine. At that moment, the wind carried whispers in an ancient voice to her. Whispers that she didn't like to hear and Before she could think, her magic core was gone and her body lost its strength. She fainted, dropping her dagger, dropping her bag; the black kitten purred, ignoring the werewolf standing there, much more concerned about his owner. Spix pressed his feline snout to the witch's face, waiting for her to wake up.

Trapped in her subconscious, Y/N looked around, recognizing the tiny kitchen of the cottage she shared with her parents, the smell of her mother's familiar herbal tea made the girl whimper. She missed her mother so much, her advice and love, and that smell made things less unbearable to deal with.

She heard light, rhythmic footsteps and saw her mother enter the room, wearing the raw cotton dress and white stone necklace, so characteristic that they made her eyes burn.

“Would you like some tea, dear? You look hungry,” she heard her mother say. “The rye bread is fresh, have a piece, will you?”

"Mommy?” She spoke softly, approaching fearfully and touching the woman's face, and when she felt the soft texture of the older woman's cheek, Y/N finally gave in to tears. “I missed you, mommy!”

The older one hugged her before Y/N fell to her knees on the floor, the younger witch felt herself being dragged to a chair.

“I missed you too my little sunshine, don't cry anymore, your dad and I are fine, glad you're safe”

“This is so unfair, you didn't deserve to die like this, I w-wanted to help...” she sobbed, her face hidden in her mother's shoulder.

“Shhhh it's okay, there's nothing you could do dear, and I honestly don't regret saving your life, I didn't give birth to you to watch you die, dear, stop crying over things that are beyond your reach,” she said, making the girl look at her and wiped her tears. “Let's not waste this precious time we have with complaints and tears, I need to tell you something... Something important that will change your future”

The young witch's still tearful face contorted in confusion and she saw her mother smile, stroking her damp cheeks.

“W-what do you mean?”

Y/N saw her mother sigh loudly “After tonight, nothing will be the same, my love, it's time to stop the killing between our people and the lycanthropes”

“M-Me?” she laughed in disbelief “I can barely keep my magic core stable, how can I stop something that has been going on for centuries?!”

“You young people are so impatient, let me explain, we don’t have much time, so be quiet,” her mother scolded. “There are few things in the world that are truly unbreakable, the bond of partnership between a werewolf and his destined one is one of those things and you are on the other end of the cord, my dear.”

S/N stood up, her mother couldn't be serious, it could only be a joke in bad taste.

“I can’t mate with a werewolf! I’m a witch.”

“But you are, and that will change the history of our people, S/N,” the older witch said seriously. “We are being persecuted and killed by madmen who use the name of God to justify their sins” She paused for a few seconds, reinforcing her speech “We cannot protect ourselves on both fronts, my little sun, we need to choose our battles and it is time to stop fighting with the wolves”

“But why me?! I’m not the best option to negotiate peace in a thousand-year-old war!”

“But you will, I can't give you any more details, I know you will do the right thing, just follow your heart, it always knows the right direction” the woman said, getting up to get some tea.

“Then I will have to kill him, because that is where my heart is going.”

Y/N grumbled in disbelief. As if her life wasn't already busy enough.

“Don’t be petulant, girl, and accept the goddess’s designs, she knows what she’s doing and I know you’ll be happy.”

Y/N sighed, feeling like she was waking up, so her time with her mother was close to ending.

“I don’t want to say goodbye, take me with you”

“I would never do that to you, my love... You have a beautiful life ahead of you and I know you will be happy, trust me, okay?”

The little witch sniffed and nodded.

“You are never alone, and live your life the best way you can, your father and I love you, dear.” Y/N felt a kiss on her forehead and saw everything fade before her eyes.

— ☽ —

The werewolf watched the witch fall to the ground unconscious. It was a strange thing, because he hadn't even intended to attack her—yet. In other times he would have taken advantage and satisfied his hunger, but his instincts told him otherwise. The werewolf approached slowly, but stopped when he saw the cat bristle and growl in his direction. That cat was a totem linked to the unconscious witch, and if he tried to attack her, he would probably have to deal with that stupid cat.

The wolf licked his teeth, he couldn't kill the witch, but he couldn't retreat either, his paws kept moving forward even though the cat was ready to scratch his snout. The moon grew brighter and a bit of rationality came to the werewolf's mind, the creature poked the witch's cheek, receiving no response.

As delicately as he could, he gathered the belongings that had fallen out of the bag with his nose and teeth and thought of a way to put it on his back. The cat watched the whole process and He gave a meow that, to the werewolf's ears, sounded like mockery, and before he could grab the kitten, the werewolf saw the cat digging in the ground near the witch and understood what the little animal wanted. Within minutes a large hole next to the witch's unconscious body was opened, the werewolf entered the hole and pulled the witch by the cape with his teeth, making her fall onto her back. With the girl unconscious, the wolf jumped until he was out of the hole, being careful not to knock her over and shouted carefully, being closely followed by the black cat, the moonlight flickered slightly before hiding behind a cloud.

The werewolf kept his pace short until he reached his small village, only children, some pregnant women and elderly people were present, all the rest spread out into the forest to hunt and give in to instincts. He entered the furthest cabin from the village, and laid the witch on the bed, she remained unconscious and he left, leaving the cat at the door. He wasn't happy about having a witch so close to his people, but his instincts screamed to catch her and keep her close.

He left the unconscious witch there and ran back into the woods, he needed to eat and he needed to stay away from her, or he would end up killing the girl and something in his bones told him to keep her alive.

— ☽ —

The sun was rising when she finally woke up. She knew that experiences like this were possible, but she never expected to experience one in person. Y/N she felt the fluffy weight on her abdomen and ran her fingers through Spix's silky fur, the kitten purred, rubbing his little face against her hand, clearly relieved that she had woken up; Y/N blinked slowly, catching glimpses of a wooden and straw roof above her, only to snap up, she was no longer in the forest, she was in an unfamiliar cabin. Alone with her cat.

She looked around, finding her things thrown in a corner, stained with diluted blood.

“By the grace of the Goddess, what happened last night?” she muttered to herself, looking at her things, the candles were broken, but the rest seemed intact thankfully. None of her grimoires had been lost. Little by little, memories of last night came back to her mind, the escape from her home, the search for shelter in the woods, the werewolf in her path and the strange conversation with her mother... Y/N rubbed the back of her neck, feeling strangely tired, even though she slept through the night. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was, but nothing gave away who the cabin belonged to or who had brought her there. but if Spix was cool with it, it must be a good sign.

She avoided thinking as much as she could about the conversation with her mother as she rummaged through her belongings in the cabin, she could never be a werewolf's mate. They had been enemy races for so many years that she didn't even know the reason for the enmity, and she didn't even mention that her insides were turning over at the idea, no, her mother was delirious. She was sure of it.

She found some still-good bread and a canteen of beer, it wasn't the best breakfast, but she was starving and couldn't afford to refuse food; S/N devoured the bread in three bites and She downed her beer in one gulp. Maybe now she could leave, pretending her mother hadn't said anything as absurd as that. It would never work, she was a witch, that bond was unnatural, it couldn't happen.

Quickly, she gathered her things and picked up Spix, but the cat jumped off her lap and remained on the bed.

“Let’s go, Spix, we don’t know whose house this is, we’re not going to stay to find out” she said as she reached out her hands to grab the feline, but Spix jumped away, making Y/N frown in confusion. “Now, don’t be like that, Spix! I know this bed is comfortable, but we’re not staying here! It’s dangerous!”

The kitten meowed in protest and Y/N asked the heavens for patience, or she would take the cat by the tail. “Come on Spix, I'm in charge!”

She couldn't be ignored any more than that, the black cat raised his own magic and became invisible, making Y/N curse. Y/N felt around on the bed, finding the cat among the woolen blankets and before it could get loose, she put it in the leather bag and ran out of the cabin, she couldn't stay there, he didn't know who might arrive and he wouldn't risk himself like that and it wouldn't be a cat that would dictate her actions.

As morning arrived, Carlos breathed a sigh of relief when the beast allowed him to control his body again, he had few memories of last night, but he knew there was a girl lying in his bed, a girl who was probably his companion.

A witch.

He could feel her scent impregnated on his body, it was a cruel joke of fate, the Moon could not unite him with a witch. It was absurd that he wanted to laugh, as if his life wasn't troubled enough, he still had to deal with a damn witch in his house, a witch who was his predestined. He was on his way home when the scent of lavender and lemon reached his nose and it wasn't long before he heard quick footsteps breaking branches on the ground. Before he could understand, Carlos ran in the direction of the scent, his body transforming mid-run, he could see the witch's thick cloak fluttering in the air as she walked away; It wasn't as if the little witch could run faster than him and in a short time, Carlos was just a few meters away from her. His muscles tensed and he leapt at her, knocking her to the muddy ground until they ended up rolling down a local ravine. She screamed in fright, trying to pull away from him, but she was trapped between him and the ground.

Carlos growled, holding the witch under his body, was she leaving? How dare she?!

She began to punch and kick the wolf above her, but he growled, leaving his teeth exposed, making the smaller girl retreat as far as she could on the ground.

“Get off me, help! Help, someone help me!” she screamed, but all she heard was the birds squawking and the trees crashing against each other. The werewolf got off her and grabbed the witch's ankle, dragging her back to the cabin. "Let go of me!" she tried to kick the creature, but it sank its teeth into her skin, making her scream.

Behind them, Spix trotted along leisurely, dragging his leather bag carefully as he followed.

Carlos wondered if it was really the right thing to drag that witch back to his house, she was a witch, she could kill his entire family, he gave up.He didn't understand why the Moon had chosen a witch to be her companion, this couldn't be serious, it had to be a joke.

She kept struggling and kicking, trying to get free, which made Carlos grunt with laughter, her efforts were laughable and it was clear she didn't have enough magic to break free, otherwise he would have already been thrown against a tree.

It wasn't enough to be a witch, she was also useless.

As soon as they arrived at the cabin, Carlos let go of her ankle and walked around the house, the girl didn't need to see him naked, he transformed and picked up a pair of pants hanging on the clothesline next door, listening to her whine about the bruises on her ankle. When he came back inside, the witch was rubbing her ankle, muttering a strange chant that he didn't understand.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you had stayed here until I got back,” he said, surprising the girl, the witch screamed in fright, throwing a broken candle at him, which he dodged without any further problems.

“I have no reason to stay here!” she scolded, trying to stand, ignoring her sore ankle.

“You have nowhere to go, girl, or you wouldn’t be running through the woods in the middle of the night.” He landed a wound on the witch, who took a deep breath, trying not to think about what she had lost in such a short time.

“That’s none of your business, mutt,” she retorted rudely and Carlos clenched his jaw, irritated by the insult.

“That became my business from the moment you became my companion!”

“I AM NOT YOUR MATE!” she screamed and the rafters of the hut shook, her magic gradually returning.

Carlos looked at her even more stressed, this really shouldn't be happening, he should be connected to a wolf from his pack, following the natural course of things. But no, he was there, destined for a witch.

"You can scream all you want, little witch, you are my companion, whether you like it or not, and you will stay here.”

“Never! I’d rather die!” She marched towards him so determinedly that she didn't even groan in pain and stared at him without fear. “You'll have to tie me up!”

He tilted his head back, laughing deeply at the girl in front of him. “That’s not a problem, little witch, I’m very good with ropes.”

She screamed in anger and backed away from him, feeling her body tremble, abruptly her magical core had completely restored itself and she refused to believe that this was due to the bond with the werewolf.

“Even though I haven’t marked you yet, we’re united, little witch,” he said mockingly, “there’s no way you can leave here, because listen carefully...” he approached her, feeling the angry vibration that the witch emanated so strongly. “I don't care if our races have hated each other for centuries, I don't care if you want to disembowel me now, the Moon has decided that you would be mine, and that's what you are from now on, so don't even think about running away from me, witch, because I'll hunt you down to the end of the world”

Neither of them even realized that they were inches away from each other, Carlos only noticed when the scent of lavender and lemon disoriented his senses.

“There’s no point in running away, you’re mine now and you’re going to stay here”

“I don’t belong to anyone! Much less to a mutt like you!”

In one quick movement, Carlos wrapped his arms around the witch's throat and they both fell onto the bed.

“Don’t call me a mutt, you filthy little witch.”

He felt her swallow hard and take a deep breath, struggling to get away from him, but Carlos pressed harder on the girl's throat, seeing her choke a little, but that didn't last long, because he was thrown against the wall, knocking over some shelves.

“I’ll kill you!” they shouted together.

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[valakiir]

So i was looking at the official moorbounder art and it's starting to bug me. It's a really cool design, don't get me wrong, i do like it, but the length / positioning of the tusks just seemed off to me for some reason. I think i finally figured out why!

(Official art above)

((The biologist in me is speaking now, prepare for me to dive into the practicalities of dnd monsters))

The moorbounder's tusks arc up and back, appearing to grow from the lower jaw. They seem to spiral a little like ram horns imo. Looking at them, trying to infer what their purpose is, there are a couple options. The curve of the tusk means it doesnt work well as a cutting or holding feature -- the tips are pointed too far back and around bc of the spiral shape. Assuming they are like ram horns, they could be used similarly in territorial fights. They could also be used, in a similar vein, to bludgeon opponents with the side of their heads. Again the curve of the tusk means it wont pierce anything in front of it. It would be difficult to pierce /anything/ with them.

My second thought was that they were used for defence. Looking at where that curve places the tusk in relation to the rest of the head, it could easily function as protection for the eyes (this could also be why their pupils are such a unique shape -- to avoid having a massive blind spot on the sides of their heads). Moorbounder eyes, looking at them now, are not actually placed forward on the head, the norm of ground predators (birds of prey have their own reasons behind their anatomy). This means they are likely not the top of the food chain -- even that they have a different creature predating frequently on them that they need to watch for. The small ears imply they do not rely heavily on hearing (they have little to help funnel noise into the ear canal), so im going to make the assumption they rely primarily on scent to hunt -- but this is getting off topic. The lack of large ears may also have developed due to their agressive nature -- less skin to get caught or torn in a fight. The tusks might be a large enough curve to protect the ears, even. It is difficult to tell exactly from the art. Another point toward the tusks acting as a guard for the sides of the head.

Another option is that they are used to attract mates. Natural selection just encouraging larger tusks until we have what is shown in the art.

This is not what bothers me. The problem I have is how far the tusks extend /forward/. From what I can tell, the forward curve of the tusks reach about the tip of the nose. This is another hint that they might be used in a forward bludgeoning motion, however there is a problem with this. How are they supposed to bite? The tusks would press against anything the moorbounder is reaching for and hold it away. There are long whiskers extending from the nose, I'm assuming, with great confidence, to feel past those tusks.

My theory is that the curve of those tusks, while /natural/, is not actually observed in wild moorbounders. My guess is while those tusks grow continuously throughout the moorbounder's life, they are worn down through use. Captive moorbounders would likely not have to grind down on bone or protective plating -- their food is provided for them. Nor would there be any need to, say, mark territory by scratching the tusks against trees or other landmarks. If this is the case, wild moorbounders would have much shorter tusks, tusks that would actually be useful in biting, cutting, and holding. Moorbounders are agressive enough, filing their tusks down would be very difficult -- down right dangerous -- and because they are used primarily as mounts, not pit-fighters, the chore is easier neglected.

Another option, of course, is that the full curve of the tusks is a mark of age, and only seen in captivity because moorbounders don't live that long in the wild. This would be because it gets more and more difficult to catch prey as the tusks grow. The oldest moorbounders would essentially die of starvation. This means they live /much/ longer in captivity.

Yet another possibility is that the tusks are not teeth or horn -- they are like antlers. If those large tusks are grown and shed in a mating season when they are most aggressive, it would make sense that they would want to protect the head. It means moorbounders would not be able to eat during that period of time, but this is not unheard of in nature.

If the tusks grow from the upper jaw, this whole arguement is rendered largely irrelevant btw, and i will hide in my corner in embarrassment if that was actually addressed. They would still be inconvenient, but not prohibitive.

Overall, i am of the opinion wild moorbounder tusks are much shorter due to use, and irresponsible ownership is the reason we see the large curving tusks in the official art.

I appreciate you coming to my TED talk.

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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven

TW: angst, fighting, discussion of nsfw topics

The alcohol you ingested certainly does not help with your coordination. You nearly bump into several club-goers, as if you are a salmon struggling to make your way up stream. You feel as though you can’t breathe, your skin crawling on your bones.

Once you finally burst out the doors you gasp for breath, grateful for the outside, if not polluted, air. You do not stop moving, your feet mindlessly carrying you down the sidewalk, away. All you can think, is that you want to get away.

You don’t really pay attention to your surroundings in your manic dash. Julian’s face keeps flashing in your mind. Of all the men in your life who had hurt you, none of them had been half so beguiling as Julian. None of them so fucking clever at hiding the monster inside. 

You have been a fly caught in his web, baited by his puppy dog eyes and his kindness in his doctor’s persona–you cannot understand how that man can share the same body with the dom who literally licked your blood from your palm earlier, and loved it. He lured you but now you know the only way you can be intimate with that man is through playing dangerous games with his darker side. Maybe some of them you could have enjoyed, but this? He would tease you with the crumbs of his sweetness, his kisses and caresses, but he would make you pay for them with your pain, your blood, and your submission.

It can only end in your ruin.

You would destroy yourself, trying to heal this man, while he just kept taking pieces out of you and swallowing them whole. 

As your feet slow you look around, and you realize you have no fucking idea where you are.

Well done, you fucking little idiot. Filled with crippling despair, you sink to the cracked concrete curb, ruining the seat of your silk dress, hanging your head in your hands. Asking Julian to take you home is out of the question. You can’t really afford a taxi. You could call an Uber, but the thought of getting in a car with a total stranger right now makes you feel ill. And you are way too drunk to try to navigate the Byzantine bus system of LA.

You stare at your phone, and your fingers swipe and tap of their own volition, as though to say we know what to do, you messy bitch. The phone only rings twice before a familiar, deep voice comes over the line. “Hey baby.”

“Tom?”

“What’s wrong?” 

The sleepy warmth in his tone immediately sharpens, and the fact that he hears the distress in your voice after just one word fills you with a relief that maybe you have no right to.

“Can you come get me?”

“Yes. Where are you?”

You laugh a little at that, a brittle sound you have not heard in your own voice in a long time. “I don’t know?” Your voice cracks, your throat tight, on the verge of tears. “I’m somewhere in Venice.”

There’s a silence on the other end that communicates he has an inkling of what you’ve been up to. “Are you hurt?” There’s an undertone of something dangerous in his question, but you don’t think it’s directed at you. 

“No. Just…” Scared. Embarrassed. Stupid. Heartbroken. Drunk.

You can’t bring yourself to say any of these things aloud. You settle for, “Lost.” 

It was the understatement of the century.

“Ok, honey. I’m on my way. Tell me what you see.”

You describe your surroundings as best you can, and it’s enough for this man who knows this city like the back of his hand. He has you stay on the line, asking you little questions you hardly even think about the answers you give. You’re in a different place, in your mind, and like the forever original creature that you are, you sit there and cry quietly while Tom tries to keep you talking. Meanwhile, you cannot stop picturing Julian’s face, the hunger in his eyes as he watched that poor girl being lit on fire.

By the time you hear the bass growl of Tom’s Charger swing up to the curb, you don’t know how long it’s been, only that you’re grateful for the sight. Moments later he’s kneeling in front of you, his big hands cradling your tear-streaked face like you are something precious and breakable.

At least the last part is true.

“Y/n? You ok, sweet girl?” He wipes your tears with his thumb, sweeping your damp hair back from your face. You can only imagine how terrible you must look. Waterproof mascara has its limits.

Bravely you nod, though your chin quivers tellingly. “Thank you for coming.” 

“I’ll always come for you, y/n,” he tells you with a frown, and goddammit if you don’t believe him. He’s looking you over, inspecting you for damage you’re too in shock or too embarrassed to disclose. When he finds the bandage on your hand his expression turns murderous. “What the fuck is this?”

“I cut myself,” you assure him, certain that if you don’t convince this dangerous man of the truth, Julian’s not days, but hours, are numbered. “With scissors. Opening a plant.”

Tom narrows his eyes, glaring down at the bandage like he’s not sure he believes you. “What happened then? Why are you out here alone like this?”

“Julian wanted to show me the club,” you try to answer as vaguely as possible. “But I…couldn’t handle it.” You shake your head, unable to meet his eyes. He wants to hurt you. Julian had outright told you so, but somehow before tonight, maybe you didn’t really believe him.

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Tom asks, his voice low and pointedly gentle. You realize, a beat later, that he’s asking if you need a rape kit. You never imagined, for some reason, that this man could be as equally gentle with victims as he is harsh with perps. That warms your heart for some reason. 

You shake your head slowly. “No, nothing like that.”

He searches your face with those sharp black eyes, and you imagine that stare is probably just as effective as a lie detector. You almost didn’t even register it, maybe because it feels so natural, but his hands are on you. His hands have been on you this entire time, and his touch makes you feel anchored, like just maybe you won’t get blown away in this shitstorm.

He looks at the matching bangles around your wrists next, the thin bands of gold bearing Julian’s monogram in that delicate slanted script.

“Fucking asshole, really thinks he owns you,” Tom growls, sliding one from your hand, and crushing the soft high karat gold in his fist.  

“Hey.” Your protest is half hearted at best, and all you do is watch as he does the same to the other one, bending it beyond recognition. Destroying the precious little objects that weighed on your wrists with such heavy meaning seems to make him feel better. 

Maybe you feel lighter too.

“Trade ‘em at a pawn shop for scrap value, honey. That’s all they’re good for.”

“They were Tiffany,” you tell him with a half smile and a raised eyebrow.

“They were Bullshit & Co, baby girl.” He might just be right about that. “Didn’t really think you cared about stuff like that?” 

You shrug, because you don’t, but you’d never owned anything so fine. The novelty of it was enchanting, but maybe the real price for them was far too high.

“Can you take me home?” You think you probably look as pathetic as you sound.

He nods, pulling you to your feet with those strong hands, lifting you like you weigh nothing. You lean on him, more than you have to, and it takes all your self control not to wrap your arms around his solid torso and not let go. You realize, this is the first time all night you actually feel safe. “I’ve got you, honey. Come on.”

He walks you to the passenger side of the Charger, tucking you down into the seat, even fussing over the seatbelt. “I can do it,” you tell him softly with a brittle smile. You only see it for a flash of a second, but the rawness in his expression wipes that stupid smile right off your face. You realize that he was scared, for you, and the unlikelihood of it all makes you reach for him. 

He freezes as you touch his cheek, your thumb tracing his high cheekbone. Only belatedly do you remember it's the hand with the bandage, because you really have had too much to drink, and you start to withdraw. Not before he turns to press his lips to your palm, his hand dwarfing yours. “You’re safe now. Alright?” 

You nod, and your heart hammers in your chest as his gaze drops for a telling moment to your lips. In this vulnerable, inebriated state, safely ensconced in his car, you decide there’s nothing you would like more than to kiss Tom Ludlow, your unlikely knight in shining armor. It seems like the least you can do. You even start to lean towards him, but with a small growl he’s suddenly gone, shutting your door, and striding around to the driver's side. You almost can’t believe it.

But then again, you’re a fucking mess. Why would he want to kiss you?

Julian chooses this moment to start blowing up your phone. You send it to voicemail. As Tom pulls away, the Hemi snarling down the streets of Venice, your doctor demands,

WHERE ARE YOU?!

In answer you tap out, I can’t do this, Julian. I’m sorry. I left. You look over at Tom, a small warmth blooming in your chest, before adding, I’m safe.

Julian tries to keep talking to you, but you decide to just turn off your phone entirely, tossing it down on the floormat with your little clutch purse.You close your eyes, and sit back in the seat. Even then, you can feel Tom looking over at you.

You don’t know where you get the courage to speak, except maybe it’s just the liquid kind, and you’ll really regret it in the morning. “You’re a smart guy, Tom. Maybe you can tell me. What is it about me, that makes men want to hurt me? My whole fucking life…” Your courage does fail you then, and your mouth snaps shut.

There’s the regret. You knew it was there somewhere.

“Honey…” He reaches for you, engulfing your hand in his catcher’s mitt of a paw, squeezing. “I’ve seen a lot of bad shit over the years as a cop. The world is full of assholes. It’s full of evil. Maybe even more than good. It’s not your fault, when it finds you. Ok?”

You nod silently, but you still can’t help but think you’re like a fucking magnet for it. Julian had seemed like such a nice guy, but it turns out he literally wants to beat you with sticks–and maybe light you on fire? A bit of a roué. The understatement of the century.

And Tom seemed like an insufferable alpha asshole, but here he is, saving your ass when you had no one else to turn to.

Maybe the real lesson of the night is that you can’t trust your own judgment at all. 

You feel Tom looking over at you again, that evaluating gaze that you fear misses nothing. “You sure he didn’t hurt you?”

You shake your head again. “He just…wanted to,” you admit. “He told me about it. That’s as far as it got.” 

“Ok, sweetheart.” He squeezes your hand again, and you can’t help yourself from looking down at it in your lap, and imagining what it would be like if he slid those long fingers up your thigh, and into your panties while driving this powerful machine at breakneck speed down the road. His voice breaks you from your fantasy, leaving you blinking from the brightness of the passing headlights. “Look. Maybe that shit is all done up as something safe with all its rules and consenting adults and blah blah blah, but I’m a cop, and I know an abuser when I see one. If a man cares about you, he shouldn’t want to hurt you. Ok? Don’t let him mindfuck you, baby girl. Stay away from him. You don’t owe him anything, and he doesn’t own you.”

“You think you own me. By that logic, shouldn’t I stay away from you too?” 

He gives your thigh a little possessive squeeze. “I don’t wanna hurt you.” 

Maybe you’re a horrible judge of character, and maybe you should just listen to yourself every once in a while and stop getting into these situations, and maybe you’re just fucking stupid, but you believe Tom Ludlow. You believe him with every part of you. 

“Well, you’re sorta.” A big hiccup cuts off the middle of your sentence, and you cover your mouth. Oh, that’s how you absolutely know you’re too inebriated for your own good. 

Tom laughs. “Sorta what? Mean? Domineering? Bull headed?” 

“Cocky,” you add, using the hand on your mouth to cover your smile. Somehow, this man has already managed to cheer you up a little. 

“You can be dominant without hurting someone,” he tells you, tapping the side of your thigh with one chunky finger. You twitch a little bit, and it spreads a big grin on his face. The temptation exists to grab his hand and guide it right under the skirt of the dress, but you’re sadly not that drunk. 

“Maybe…I need a demonstration?” 

He looks so handsome when you catch him off guard, that rugged eyebrow quick and easy, raising in either confusion, humor, or a little bit of both. “Maybe I need to have dinner with you.”  

Nope. No more dates. No more, says panicking sober brain. 

“I was thinking maybe we just… skip the date?” 

“Why? So you can avoid all those feelings you have about me? This might surprise you, but I’m not much for one night stands.” 

Really? Fucking really? All his sexual innuendos and suggestions and poking and prodding and he’s suddenly the Virgin Mary? 

“Are you kidding me?” You ask, unable to hide your anger. Alcohol. It does wonders. And horrors. 

“I’d like to fuck you more than once, honey.” 

“I’m not saying it would only be once.” 

“Oh? And then the rest of the time, when we’re not fucking, you avoid me and ignore my calls?” Impenetrable Tom Ludlow seems a bit annoyed. Meanwhile, you are internally melting at his words. A man that wants to do more than just fuck you? Take advantage of you? Tom wants you? Fucking asshole. For making you feel…special. Wanted. Even if it is true.

“I don’t believe you.” 

“What?” His anger makes you flinch. 

You knock his hand off your thigh. “I said, I don’t believe you.” 

“Maybe you would if you’d give me a chance.”

“You don’t take no for an answer.” 

“Because I like you, and I’m not stupid enough to let you go.” Your internal monologue is screaming, resist. You’ve heard this shit before. 

That’s the mantra. 

You’ve heard it before.

“You just don’t get it.”

“Because you won’t let me. For Christ’s sake, it’s just one date. You wanna act all tough, but if you ask me, you’re being a coward.” 

His words hurt, and you shrink back from the deep bite of his tone. He must notice the withdrawal, because he’s reaching over to touch your cheek, to soothe you, to tame you easily with that big, warm touch. 

You smack him away. “Don’t touch me.” 

“Baby.” His voice is soft, now, and fuck him for plucking every single one of your heart strings with it. 

“No. Just let me out. I’ll walk home. I’ll call a fucking Uber.” 

“You’re not getting out of this car until I watch you walk into your apartment.” 

“You’re not the boss of me!” 

“No, but I’m bigger, stronger, and have double locks on these doors, so you’re getting home safe whether you like it or not.” 

So you stew in your frustration for the rest of the ride home, your arms crossed like a petulant child. When he pulls up to your apartment building you remember that you had not, in fact, told him where you live.

“How do you know where I live? See, this is why I didn’t go on a date with you. It’s weird that you know where I live. I didn’t even tell you, and you think I’m the one who’s doing something wrong here? You’re a real piece of work, Tom.” You’re babbling, rambling, trying to restrain drops of salty liquid from falling down your face and failing horribly.  

He turns toward you, calm and despondent. “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.” 

This is the second time he’s said sorry to you since the day you met him. No, maybe the third. He just swings that word around like he does his badge, and it’s so strange. People do not say sorry to you. That apologetic roll is usually yours and yours alone, and here he is just… Just saying it? Why does it piss you off even more? 

You get out of the car, slam the door shut, and punch the security buttons for your complex. It's only after you’re safely inside that Tom drives away. 

[itzgruvia]

Wouldn't be funny if one day Gray proposes to Juvia in a dangerous mission?

Like Gray thinks that things might turn to worse and panics that he will never see Juvia again or he will see her dead again, so he proposes so they both have a stronger will to get out from the freaky mess they are in.

Gray hiding behind a rock with Juvia by his side, he looks at her state and his heart drops a bit, she looks so tired she could possibly faint at any moment, her face is bloodied and her hands are shaking from the amount of magic she used, he can't lose her here, not like this, not when they are together and have a big future waiting for them.

"Juvia" he called out to her, not looking at her eyes, he can see that she turned to look at him :" once we get out of here, let's get married"

Gray knows that she is left in a shocking state because surely Juvia had her own scenarios of marriage, heck she might even planned to propose to him herself, but Gray panicked and that's all he can give her unfortunately, she deserves to be proposed under a rainbow and a Romantic dinner and whatever her fantasy picture she has.

Gray was met with silence, except for the huge monster that is still chasing them and could possibly find their hideout if they don't have a plan to take him out, he was afraid she might say no.

"okay" she was keeping herself from crying based on her tone but she looked determined when Gray looked at her, he doesn't know why he was surprised but his heart is about to explode from his chest right at this moment.

She nodded " let's do it"

Gray broke from his shocked daze and grabbed her face between his hands :" okay" he replied, locking their gaze together for a moment.

He gave her a kiss or what he assumed their last kiss if they don't make it alive, but he hopes they do, they have a marriage to plan anyways.

Gray let out a breath of relief as the crumbles of the building fell on top of the monster's corpse, leaving nothing but dust in the air.

He was lying down with Juvia on top of him, holding her so close that she might disappear if he let her go.

She was catching her breath as she wrapped her arms around his waist, and tightly tugged him to her.

She coughed.

"are you okay?" He asked, brushing her hair from her face as he looked down on her.

She nodded, assuring him that it's nothing major.

He planned a few kisses on top of her hair, after brushing the dust that caught on her blue waves.

They stood like that in their relief that they get to live another day together.

"so, we are getting married?" Juvia asked almost afraid that what he said was not real but based on the terrifying thought that they would lose each other.

But Gray knows truly how much he wants to be with Juvia, how much he needs her to be by his side no matter what, he loves her so much that he can't take his mind off of her if she disappears from his vision. It is a bit dramatic but it didn't matter, nothing mattered to him anymore except for Juvia.

"yeah, I want to" he paused " do you want to?" He didn't know if Juvia shared the same feeling as him, in case he scared her off.

"Juvia wants to" she replied, much to Gray's relief "very much"

Gray chuckled lightly, it was very silly and very ridiculous of him to think of marriage while fighting a monster on the verge of their death.

For now, he can just enjoy the warmth of Juvia's body and the steadiness of her heartbeats.

Idk why I turned it into a small one shot but I did, it's 1am btw and I'm in need of sleep :)

-Mina 🪼

[suckerforcate]

The Wheel's Will

Pairing: Moiraine SedaixReader

Word Count: 3975

Warning: panic attack, character badly hurt, sex, thigh riding, cunnilingus

Request: Hi, I like your fanfics aloot, could you write a moraine x reader where there’s romance angst and smut of course. Where reader is one of the five, and with the time they fell in love 🥰 for the angst something about moraine get hurt very badly in some battle and reader doesn’t know how to channel and they couldn’t help her or maybe a fight between the of them (@nohajnsstuff)

A/n: I hope you like it and it's how you imagined it @nohajnsstuff !!!

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It had been a long day. The five of you, Moiraine and Lan had travelled far and without break. The sun bad set an hour ago, and it was hard to really see anything between the trees. But Lan kept saying that you couldn't rest here, it was too dangerous. You had to travel further.

You were all tired and didn't really concentrate on your surroundings anymore, when a few Trollocs shot out of the dark. The last time they had crossed your path was at home, in the village. That had been almost a month ago, you had all seen Nynaeve die that day because of these monsters.

Rand and Lan grabbed their swords and jumped off the horses and Moiraine started channelling to fight the Trollocs. Perrin, Egwene, Mat and you felt absolutely useless. You couldn't channel, nor did you have a weapon that would help you in a fight. All you could do was watch and try to scare the Trollocs away with your horses.

Even though it was scary and a situation like this meant fearing for your life, you were being distracted by Moiraine. Sitting on her horse, concentrating, she was channelling and the weaves around her made her look incredibly beautiful. She was the only Ais Sedai you had ever seen, but you were sure no one looked as good as Moiraine when channelling.

Rand was distracted by a Trolloc to your left and Lan was fighting two at a time. So he saw the Trolloc approaching Moiraine just a second to late. When he killed him, his sword had already found its way into Moiraine's shoulder.

You let out a scream and jumped off your horse. Moiraine slowly fell off of hers and Lan caught her mid-air. Rand turned around ready to kill more Trollocs, but froze as he saw Moiraine.

You kneeled at Moiraine's side and pulled her shirt to the side, exposing the wound. Your breath hitched and fear was clearly written all over your face. The others came over as well and Egwene gasped as she saw the wound.

"She can heal herself, right?" You looked at Lan hopeful, but his eyes told you everything. Panic rose in you, "Right?".

"An Ais Sedai can heal everyone else, but never herself." Your eyes flickered up to Lan and back to Moiraine's face, distorted by pain.

"It's alright, (Y/n). I'm fine." Moiraine's voice came out thin and broken. She was not fine, that was clear to all of you standing around her.

Lan looked around you, into the darkness of the woods. He was worried that the Trollocs would come back. He looked at Moiraine and then at the five of you.

"We can't stay here, it's too dangerous. There might be more Trollocs on their way. Can you stand up and ride Moiraine?" She nodded carefully and with your help she stood up. She had a hard time getting up on her horse, but once she was sitting in the saddle it was fine.

You kept an eye on her, riding right beside her at all times. Lan was occupied with looking for Trollocs and a safe place to spend the night and the others were talking to keep their mind off of the things they had seen.

You were incredibly worried. Moiraine's face lost more and more colour, she looked weaker by the minute. The Trolloc poison was infiltrating her. You rode so close to her that you could reach over if she couldn't hold herself up anymore.

"You don't have to do this, (Y/n)." Moiraine looked at you and chuckled, but it came out weaker than usual. Proving your point, that you did have do this.

"Your weak, your skin looks like snow. I won't let you fall off the horse, cause you can't hold yourself up anymore. Let's just hope Lan finds some place to rest. You'll be alright in no time." You wanted to convince yourself more than Moiraine, but she just nodded.

Luckily not much later Lan decided that you could rest now. He had found a clearing with a lot of dry wood to make a fire. You had to keep Moiraine warm, it was the least you could do.

You helped Moiraine down and made her a place to lay down that was a little more comfortable than the bare ground. You didn't leave her side for one second until the next morning.

"Lan, she looks even worse than yesterday. She's white as snow and the wound is getting infected or something. I don't know. We have to get to the Tower, fast." He nodded, you knew that he could feel her pain, all of it. It was hard for you to just see her like this. You couldn't imagine what it must be like for him.

"She can't ride on her own. I'll take her." You went back and woke her up, she was barely awake. Constantly on the verge of unconsciousness. Perrin and Mat helped you get her up on your horse and the seven of you left the clearing.

Egwene rode beside you, looking nearly as worried as you. She gave you a comforting smile, but you weren't sure she believed it herself.

"She'll be alright. She's strong." Perrin said over his shoulder to the two of you. Rand was the only one not saying anything about Moiraine. He had been suspicious of her from the beginning. He annoyed you, she had healed his father, and yet he didn't seem to care about her at all.

A single tear rolled down your cheek, and you held Moiraine closer to you, as if you could prevent her from slipping into unconsciousness completely, if you just held onto her tight enough.

"Be strong, hold on Moiraine. Please." You whispered into her ear and felt her slightly move her head as an answer. Perrin was right, she was strong. She would be okay.

Even when it felt like the wheel didn't want her to be okay. Trollocs attacked you again. Lan and Rand were good, but not that good. There were too many for them to fight on their own. So Lan led you to Shadar Logoth.

It was quiet and abandoned, no one would attack you here. You were safe. Or so you thought.

Lan and you cared for Moiraine. She was still unconscious and very weak. You tried to clean her wound a bit, but it didn't help very much.

"We need Nynaeve. She would know something to do." Egwene stood behind you, looking over your shoulder.

"She would probably be too stubborn to help her." You spat out. It was true, Nynaeve could be incredibly stubborn. Annoyingly stubborn. But she had been Egwene's best friend.

"I'm sorry. I wish Nynaeve was here too." You tried to smile at Egwene, but it came out lopsided and sad. She smiled back and left the hall to look for the others.

A few minutes past before you heard high-pitched screams from the outside. Except for Moiraine, Lan and you all the others were outside. You looked at Lan with panic in your eyes. He stood up and went looking for what was happening. Leaving you and Moiraine alone in the darkness.

As you covered Moiraine with your jacket she woke up and looked around confused. If you remembered correctly, the last time she was awake you had still been in the forest, on your horse. She looked horrible and yet so beautiful. Her face pale as the snow, dark rings around her eyes and hair sticking to her face.

"Where are we?" She whispered. You looked around but couldn't see Lan.

"In some sort of hall in... I think Lan said, it was called Shadar Logoth." Moiraine's weak eyes widened, and she grabbed your hand.

"Where is Lan?" As you turned around to look for him, he was already there. He must have felt, that she was awake. They looked at each other for a second before Moiraine shook her head.

"You've killed us all."

Lan picked Moiraine up and carried her towards the door. Hastily you followed them.

"What's happening?" You left the hall and immediately took a step back, colliding with the closed door behind you.

A black shadow was crawling over everything. The buildings, the stones and floors. It wasn't getting closer, it was rather leaving. Like it was following something, or someone.

"Something dark has been awakened here. Come on, we have to leave." You got on your horse and Lan helped you get Moiraine up in front of you. He got on his own horse and rode off. You followed him, holding Moiraine as close to yourself as you could. You felt her get unconscious again, body falling limp against yours.

"What about the others? We can't leave them!" You shouted at Lan and as he didn't answer you already thought he didn't hear you. But as you crossed the city limits he turned his head around and looked at you.

"We'll find them again." You nodded, feeling paralysed and just followed him. Holding onto Moiraine for dear life.

You rode until you were hidden in the darkness between the trees. Lan jumped off of his horse and helped you put Moiraine down in the soft grass. She was fading away. You didn't need a bond with her to know that.

"I've learnt a bit from Nynaeve. Maybe I can find some herbs that'll still the poison from doing its work. But that's just temporary. We have to get to the Tower."

"Do it. We'll rest for an hour, and then we'll ride to the Tower." So you got to work. You found a few herbs and made a paste out of them.

Going to Moiraine you uncovered the wound and cleaned it a bit. Before you put the paste on, you stroked her cheeks gently.

"This'll hurt Moiraine. It'll sting, but you're strong. You can do this, and in no time we'll be in the Tower, and they can heal you. Everything will be okay." You weren't even sure if she could hear you, but the words were probably more important to you than to her.

Gently you spread the herbs over the wound and the infected parts around it and covered her shoulder with some linen. You sat down in the grass next to her and covered your face with your hands.

Without any warning a sob escaped you. Your body started to shake uncontrollably and tears streamed down your face. All the pressure of the last months, especially since Moiraine was hurt, crushed you beneath its weight.

It felt like your lungs weren't working properly anymore, no air found its way into your system. You couldn't breathe. Your chest felt tight, and the tears didn't stop falling down your face. Panicking you looked up and searched Lan with your eyes.

He was by your side in mere seconds. Kneeling down he held your hand and pulled you into a hug.

"Breath, (Y/n). Its alright, she will be fine. But you have to breathe." Slowly and gently he calmed you down and rocked you in his arms. You felt silly, breaking down like this, when he was right here calm and pulled together. He should be the one crying and panicking. The two of them were bonded, they knew each other longer, better.

After you had calmed down, the two of you packed everything and lifted Moiraine back onto your horse.

You rode day and night, stopping for few breaks. Never longer than one or two hours. You were exhausted, both. But all you could think of was Moiraine. You cleaned her wound, spread new paste, new herbs on it. But nothing really seemed to help.

Lan was strong, for the both of you. Still his facade started to crumble, you could see his fear, his panic growing. Every time he looked at Moiraine's pale, sweaty face.

It had been over a week since you had really slept. More than just a quick nap in between rides. Your whole body hurt, your arms became sore of holding Moiraine up on the horse all day. But it didn't matter, nothing mattered, except for her.

The sun was just rising when you saw the Tower for the first time between the treetops. You gasped and tears formed in your eyes. Relief washed over you and Lan didn't even try to hide his relief anymore.

As you rode through Tar Valon eyes were fixated on you from all sides. They all recognized Moiraine as an Ais Sedai. But you were riding so fast, you couldn't even see individual faces. They all blurred into one big crowd.

Entering the Tower with Moiraine in Lan's arms, multiple Ais Sedai were immediately at your side. Asking questions, wanting to know what happened. Lan dismissed them all and took you and Moiraine to the healers of the yellow ajah.

You were so tired it was hard to even stand up on your feet, so after the Ais Sedai looked for wounds on you, they led you to your own room. You didn't even have the power to argue anymore.

As soon as you had crawled onto the bed, you were asleep.

As you woke up it was completely dark around you. You must have slept for quite a long time. For a second you weren't sure, where you were. But as you felt the soft fabric around you and the cool breeze on your face, you remembered what had happened.

Slowly you sat up and hugged your knees, looking outside into the starry night. You desperately wanted to see Moiraine, but you were scared what you would find if you left your room. You couldn't know for sure if she was alright, if she was still alive.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, when you took up enough courage to get up and leave your room. It could have been five minutes or two hours. You actually had no idea where to go, it was your first time in the Tower after all.

You wandered around a bit before you met a blue Ais Sedai and asked her if she knew where Moiraine was. Without another word she led you to a room close by and left you alone.

Scared of what you would find, you knocked a few times. Upon hearing Moiraine's voice call you in from behind the door, you slowly opened the door and stepped in.

Moiraine sat at her desk and looked up as she heard the door close behind you. She looked healthy, wasn't as pale anymore, and her hair fell over her shoulders, freshly washed.

Tears shot out of your eyes and your hand flew to your mouth trying to silence the sob, that escaped you. Moiraine shot up from her chair and rushed over to you.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" Her brows were furrowed with worry and confusion.

You slowly raised your hands to her face and cupped her cheek. You needed to feel her under your fingers, to believe that she was actually real.

"You're alive." It came out quieter than planned but the two of you were so close that she still heard you.

Her lips formed a little grin as she wiped your tears away. "Of course I'm alive."

You shook your head violently: "You didn't see yourself, it was... Lan and I weren't sure you'd make it. You were so pale and weak. I didn't think I'd ever hear your voice again. Ever feel your touch again."

Moiraine's eyes widened for a second at that, but she pulled herself together and gently put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I've experienced worse, love. Also, my job isn't done yet, and the Wheel knows-..." you cut her off by crashing your lips onto hers. She momentarily froze before grabbing your waist, pulling you closer to her and kissing back. You pull back and look her deep in the eyes, smiling shyly.

"Moiraine, I-", "Don't. Please, I wouldn't know what to do, if you're the Dragon and I would know that you- How you feel for me." You chuckle at her and stroke her cheek.

"Moiraine, I'm not the Dragon. We both know that. I'm older than the others and by far not powerful enough. It's probably Egwene or Rand, everyone can see that. And I-" you kissed her passionately before going on.

"I love you, Moiraine Sedai. And I'm so incredibly happy, that you're alive and well. I was so scared." She closed her eyes and turned her head away as if that would prevent the words from being true. You forced her to face you, even though she was still shaking her head in denial.

"Moiraine, you deserve to be loved." She slowly opened her eyes and looked at you with unspoken pain and fear in her eyes. You wished you could kiss the pain away, could give her the life she truly wanted.

She leaned forward and lightly graced your lips with hers before deepening the kiss. You pressed yourself against her, wanting to be as close as possible to her, feeling as much of her warmth as you could get.

The two of you stumbled backwards until Moiraine hit the bed and fell onto it. She pulled you with her, making you fall on top of her. You supported yourself on your hands on either side of her body and looked down at her.

"You are breathtakingly beautiful." She held your gaze for a moment before laughing and looking away. You were gently kissing her again while you started to take off her shirt and pulled it over her head. It found its way to the floor, just as your jacket and your shirt did.

"I didn't even take a bath, when we came here I fell asleep immediately, and then I came to see you." You panted between kisses, trying to get it out in a straight sentence. Moiraine just kept on kissing you and shook her head as an answer. She didn't care.

Your hand wandered down her body and lightly graced her left nipple. You planted kisses on her neck, over her collarbone and down to her shoulder. You stopped at her now healed wound and carefully stroked over it, before kissing it gently.

With your hand you squeezed her breast and played with her nipple, generating a low groan from Moiraine. You kissed her over her body further and further down. A kiss on her chest, on each breast and nipple, on her stomach and down to the rim of her skirt.

You opened the bow in the front and unwrapped her skirt, taking off all of her clothes completely and throwing them away as well. Having her completely naked right in front of you nearly made you giggle like a teenaged girl, but you managed to pull yourself together.

Your left hand remained on her breast and with the other hand you spread her legs open and held her in place at the waist. Softly you kissed her inner thighs and went upwards until you reached her core. A light kiss and blow on her centre made her shiver and a gasp escaped her. You gently spread her folds with your fingers and licked over her clit. She was practically dripping and you had just started. Your tongue played with her entrance before finding its way onto her clit again. You sucked and licked over it while your finger started to gently and slowly enter her. She shuddered at the touch and let out a low moan.

"(Y/n), please." With mischievous in your eyes you looked up at her and kept on going just as slow as before. You grinned at her before answering.

"Beg." Her eyes widened, and she stared at you, in utter disbelief. Moiraine Sedai didn't beg, and you knew that. But she would have to, if she wanted more.

"Please, (Y/n). Touch me, I need you." You loved the sound of that and as a reward you fastened your pace a little. Thrusting your finger in and out of her faster and sucking on her clit at the same time. After some time you used two fingers and felt her walls slowly tighten around your fingers.

"Oh god, I'm- that's good. Please, I'm close." She covered her mouth with her hand to prevent a loud moan from waking up the whole Tower. She pressed her eyes close together and pushed your head deeper into her as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the release. You licked her clit and simultaneously sucked at it and didn't stop as her release washed over her.

"Yes, love. That's it, ahhh..." With one last muffled scream and your name on her lips she came. Her walls clenched around your fingers, you slowly rode her through the orgasm before pulling your fingers out and licking them clean.

You crawled up again and grinned at her. Kissing her deeply, she could taste herself on your lips. She quietly moaned into the kiss and breathed heavily as you pulled back.

"You looked amazing like this, incredibly beautiful." You said as you stood up from the bed and started to take of the rest of your clothes until you were naked as well.

"Sit up and lean back on the headboard." You told her, it wasn't a question, and she immediately obeyed. She instinctively stretched out her leg and spread them to give you enough room to fit there.

Climbing onto the bed again you sat down on her thigh and let her feel how wet you were. She looked up at you, surprised and flustered that she had this effect on you. She must know, you thought, how beautiful and attractive she is.

Her hands few to your waist to support you, and slowly she started to move you up and down her thigh. At the first friction between your core and her thigh you let out a moan. You had wanted this for such a long time, wanted to feel her, touch her, be hers.

You quickened your pace and held on tightly to Moiraine's shoulders for more support. Her hands were still on your waist, and she swiftly took a nipple into her mouth, as your breasts were exactly in front of her face. At that surprising touch you let out a gasp and dug your nails into her skin.

"Oh, Moiraine. I'm so close-...ahhh..." you moaned her name like a mantra over and over again as you felt yourself approach the edge.

Holding your breath for a second and letting out a loud moan, that you didn't care if anyone heard, you came. Shuddering and gasping you collapsed in Moiraine's lap. She held you tightly as you came down from your high.

After the two of you had calmed down she kissed you gently and stood up to clean herself and came back with a wash cloth to clean you as well. Looking at her care for you, you smiled to yourself. You really didn't deserve her.

She came back to bed and covered you with the sheets and just as you snuggled closer the door opened and Lan came in.

He saw the state the two of you were in and immediately turned around to not make you uncomfortable. He knew Moiraine naked, but not you.

"I apologise. I should have knocked." Moiraine looked at you and you both just burst out laughing. All the stress and fear of the last few days felt so light and unimportant in that very moment. The only thing that matter right now was that you were together. You pulled the sheets a little higher and snuggled closer to Moiraine.

"You can turn around Lan. What is it?"

[layraket]

there was an update you know the drill. time to go nuts with each pannel.

I LOVE HOW IN THE FIRST PAGE WE DIRECTLY GET HIT WITH SO MANY EMOTIONS FROM EVERY ONE OF THE BOYS.

Wild with the realisation that he didnt finish this all, not yet. Theres still danger, the same thing that almost killed his brother is still breathing and can if it wants to do the same with the rest of his newfound family

Twilight i feel like is almost the same as Wild, but for other reasons. The Shadow almost took his life, and after he thought that it was finally dead, boom. That thing is still out there and maybe is gonna be around for some more time.

He wants to believe that theres something else also opening the gates, that the Shadow is really dead and it's just another weird monster who opened the one that Sky saw

Hyrule confirms it, and reminds Twi that no, the damn thing is still out there and will go in a hunting game with each one of them.

Wild realised his mistake, he didn't kill it, he destroyed it's defenses. What if he stayed and searched for every piece of the Shadow and destroy it? They will be having this same conversation? He hopes to at least for it to happend in another time

Wind got a point here, if youre not sure of all it's tricks it looked like it was finally dead. Wild and any of them would have never guessed if it was the end or not. Not even Time

side note but

Wild looks so sad here, no not sad. Guilty is the word. He feels like he failed, again. If he thought more what to do maybe his brothers will not be in danger

OKAY I WANT TO STOP IN HERE FOR JUST A SEC.

I know it is maybe something without importance, but the fact that Four is the one who we are focused, how he looks like he's carefull listening Wild's words of auto-inflicted guilt. He looks like hes thinking the statement carefully, Wild didn't failed shit, it wasnt his faoult that they were trapped in this whole mess across time, and Four knows it.

We are stopping being serious for a moment just to admire this. theyre confused. thinking. out of context even. idk. i love this specific pannel. theyre such a mood.

we need to stop a second more because goddamn it this pannel slaps

The representation of Time being surronded by the choice of help his descendant or kill the thing that hurted him in the first place, he's just a man who got throught a lot, and even after all thta he's still trapped in this choosing what to do (both options will have consquences) thing

and here we got more of Wars being the traditional paramedic of the group! I remember a person saying that yeah Hyrule can heal people with magic, but Warriors participated in a war, so he knows basic treathening and i think thats so perfect and true for his character

theyre still processing the fact that Twilight and Wolfie are the same, it haven't been discussed properly since Twi woke up, and i think it will be in a future when everyone is more settled down

this man doesn't regret the danger he put himself under, he knows it was for the safety of his brothers and to stop this madness

also he was tired of it running like a total coward from them, if it was going to kill them at least it shouldn't run from what it started!

oh no. he caught you Twi. now you will suffer the consequences of putting yourself in danger so many times with them not knowing

oh four. You really know what youre saying

youre the one who know the most that theyre doing better than it could

if this means that theyre finally using all their items im so in for the whole chaos that it would bring in the fights

Legend has a shit ton of items and weapons, mostly inclined to magic, i need to see that.

i remembered something

Jojo said that Hyrule will have more importance in the future, if this means something... Oh shit

im not highing up my expectations, but i know that we will see his enemies sooner than we expect

and that will not end up well for the ones who don't know how to manage them

this background, no words. 10/10.

These two pannels killed me

Time is directly watching his descendant, and Twilight knows well why. He doesn't blames him, he knows that he scared them all to death. He doesn't want to go throught that with one of them too

this confirms that Sky can sense what makes Fi react, he can feel when she's upset with something, maybe he felt the anger when Twi got hurt, her fury whne she couldn't defend him. That's her duty right? Protect and serve her masters

sky i love you this was so unserious and out of place such a perfect ending of update

NOW THE THING THAT EVERYONE WAS WAITING

WARRIORS GOT HIS EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SCARF BACK!!!!1!!!

(art credits goes to @linkeduniverse ! )

[spicygloves]

Just A Taste

Masterlist

Summary: Astarion helps Freya with her figure out the proper way to bathe as a certified adventurer.

Tw/Cw: Low spice, mouthplay, licking, partial nudity, blood mentions, fearplay.

Author's note: this is my first time writing a spicy fic, went more soft to ease into it. Give me advice if you'd like.

Wrinkled fingers scrubbed on already raw skin, it didn't matter how painful it was, Freya was desperate to get the stench of blood off her! The borrower was no stranger to getting dirty from time to time, but being covered in gore after a battle was a new experience. Every fight was followed up with a dive in the nearest body of water she could find, yet the metallic stench never quite left her. All the soap in the world couldn't mask the scent of blood that lingered on her body. A frustrated cry erupted from the tiny woman's throat, there was nothing Freya could do and her body had grown weak, maybe it was best if she gave up and accepted her new scent.

“Having a bit of trouble, are we?”

Freya nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the sultry voice of Astarion nearby. Her head whipped over to the source and spotted the elf leaning against a tree. His crimson eyes glanced away from her but he didn't hide the smirk on his face, revealing that he caught a glimpse of the borrower in her undergarments. Freya hastily grabbed the rag she used as a towel and draped it over her. “Haven't you heard of privacy!”

“Apologies darling, but you were gone quite a while and Tav was worried you got swept away in the river.” Seeing that she was covered, Astarion began to stroll over to Freya, yet still kept an appropriate distance. “I've come to fetch you.”

“I was just about to finish up.” Freya sighed. “Go on ahead and let Tav know I'm alright.”

“Are you now?” He studied her for a moment, crouching down in an attempt to be more eye level with Freya. “I don't know how borrower bathing routines go but I believe screaming out like that isn’t part of it.”

Freya sighed, wrapping the rag tightly around her body. She wondered if telling Astarion would warrant sympathy or mockery, but ever since their fight with the hag, he's been… tolerable around her. His remarks have less venom and on occasion, Astarion has proven to be nice to her. Perhaps telling him wouldn't be the worst idea. “I can't… wash the stench of blood off me no matter how much I try.”

Astarion's eyes lit up with glee. “Oh so that's why you've been smelling better than usual!”

“It's not funny!” Heat rose in the blonde's cheeks. “Some of us don't wanna smell like we've been swimming in gore all day!”

“Get used to it darling!” Astarion said with a chuckle. “Cause danger loves to find us, even when we try to avoid it.”

Freya rolled her eyes. “You're so helpful right now.”

“Sorry, my dear, but I don't think any ideas I come up with would be something you'd agree to.”

“But you have ideas?” She snapped her full attention over to him. “What are they?”

Astarion only leaned back and flashed a grin, his fangs glinted in the moonlight, making Freya's heart race. Oh right, it seemed silly to forget, but lately it has been easy to forget he is a vampire. He's proven that he was more than just a bloodthirsty monster who could eat her in a single gulp. Freya perished those thoughts sometime ago, Astarion would never do that to her. She'd dare say, she could trust him with her life.

But was she willing to trust him enough to let him do whatever crazy idea he had in mind?

She parted her lips. “Your idea, it doesn't involve your fangs right?”

“Not unless you ask nicely, but I suppose that would do the opposite of what you'd like.” His red eyes were fixated on Freya, not willing to take them off of her. “I didn't think you'd want my lips all over you.”

“That's not-!” She stammered out, blood rushing to her cheeks as she glared at him. “I'm fucking desperate, okay!”

The silence was deafening, the wicked gleam in Astarion's eyes made Freya question whether she should actually go through with this idea. “Just forget it!”

“I'm only teasing, my dear.” Astarion's devilish smile lingered. “Although, if you desperately want to try this, I won't object.”

Freya caught her breath in her throat, despite their new respect for one another, she was still aware of her stance with Astarion. She was a borrower; outside of sultry jokes, he never wanted to show a glimpse of intimacy with her… not that she had a problem with that, there were better people to get acquainted with in camp.

This was just his weird way of trying to help, nothing more.

Freya took a deep breath. “I have rules… if we do this.”

“I'm all pointy ears, my dear.” While he spoke with a bounce in his step, his eyes brimmed with shock.

“You just lick- not bite- my arm, I don't want to be covered in your spit only to still smell the stench of blood on me.” Her steel gaze shot through the towering vampire. “Can you do that?”

“Just a taste, nothing more.” There was a softness in his tone, something Freya was still not used to. He laid down on his side, his piercing ruby eyes giving her an invitation to come closer. “Shall we test this theory?”

Those old instincts screamed at her to stay away, generations of fear that kept her people alive all this time and now Freya was ignoring it just because of a metallic stench that lingered on her body. Shuffling closer, Freya stuck her arm out for him; his fingers gently pinched her hand as he moved in closer. His lips parted, letting his breath wash over her. Freya only got a glimpse of his tongue before she glanced away lest her nerves get the better of her.

“Darling, you're shaking.” Astarion spoke with a voice as gentle as the night.

“You would too if you were my size.” Freya snapped back. “But I'm agreeing to this, so just do it already!”

There was no sharp quip from Astarion like Freya had expected, only the silence that lingered while the vampire decided on his next move. Perhaps Freya's nerves were enough of a reason to deter him and she would have to suffer through the stench now. But before those thoughts could settle in, a warm and wet muscle pressed itself into her skin snaking up to her elbow.

Freya had to suppress a shudder, even when his tongue retreated into his mouth, the slimey presence was still there. Freya turned back to look at Astarion, his eyes searching into hers to determine if they should keep doing this. Despite all the fears, desire ignited in her gut, begging to be fueled. She gave a soft nod and swore she saw him giving her a tender look before his tongue revisited her.

Freya decided to focus on the warmth instead, how it oddly seemed to protect her from the biting chill of the night, yet goosebumps still formed on her skin. The tip traced along the circumference of her limb, as he traveled up her wrist. Astarion's bottom lip quivered with each lick, making Freya wonder if he was resisting the urge to draw blood; it surely wouldn't take much effort to prick her skin with only the tip of his fang. A terrifying thought but Freya bit her lip at the idea. Seeing his tongue slither up her arm made her imagine how it would look if her skin was coated in blood, how much vigor would that tongue do if it had something to lap up?

Freya almost lost herself in her thoughts before Astarion's lips brushed her shoulder, one quick glance and she could see the dark cavern that was his mouth. The quick surge of fear sent her heart racing, it would be so easy to just slip into his maw and experience new types of dangers. It was so wrong to think about but all Freya could do was feel the temptation luring her in. Clarity washed over Freya and she realized this needed to end… now!

“That's enough!” Freya gasped as she yanked her arm away from the vampire's lips. She held her arm close to her chest, Ignoring the slimey presence. In labored breaths, she looked up at Astarion; he had given her space but kept his focus on her.

“I didn't hurt you, did I?” He tried to play it off nonchalantly but Freya could hear a slight quiver in his question.

“N-Not at all.” She took a breath, and forced a smile on her face. “It's just getting… intense for me.”

He returned her smile. “I can only imagine.”

Freya turned her attention to her arm, she was definitely going to need to spend some more time rinsing off but she did not feel the stench of blood on her skin anymore. “I think your idea worked.”

“Of course it did.” His gentle smile turned more smug. “I made sure not to leave a drop behind.”

That was surprisingly endearing enough to elicit a chuckle out of Freya. “Well… I better clean up before I head back, tell Tav I'll be up in a moment?”

“Of course, just don't go around telling them what I did for you.” He said in a mock demand. “The last thing we need is for Tav to panic over our little escapade.”

“Probably for the best.” As he stood up to head back to camp, Freya couldn't help but watch him, a heavy blush formed on her cheeks. “Oh Astarion… thank you.”

“Anytime darling.”

[shanastoryteller]

I think one thing about siat I personally relate to is how Draco loves his parents despite their racism. All too often I hear people say cut the racists out of your life, but that's really hard when its your parents and your entire extended family who you love dearly. Do I call them out on their prejudices? Yes, of course, but cutting them out is not going to change their minds but maybe me sticking around to show them a different perspective will.

ah. well. i'm glad you liked it and you found things that resonated with you!

i am obviously saying absolutely nothing about your parents, because fictional situations do not at all map against real situations, and i know absolutely nothing about your family and your experiences. and "stay with you family and help change their minds" is actually the advice of several activists!

however

draco did cut his family out of his life

he and lucius get in a big screaming fight after the world cup about their family and draco becoming a death eater and lucius being one and he stops talking to his parents for a whole year. he refuses to go home for the holidays and would rather NOT being published in the charms review than break his silence with his parents to get their permission. he does send them christmas gifts, because he does still love them, but that's it

until he runs back to the manor to save lucius's life, because obviously he doesn't want his father to die, but that's not the thing that bridges the gap between them

it's lucius refusing to kill harry and nearly getting himself killed because of it

and lucius does have a little bit of conscious here, because harry's his son's age and all he's done the past year is think about his son, but that's not why he doesn't kill him. lucius malfoy is not a good person. in the second year he doesn't lose any sleep over all the muggleborn children he's almost killed but is devastated at the idea that he could have harmed his son. he doesn't kill harry because he wants draco to be proud of him, to love him, and he worries that if he does this thing then maybe he won't and the idea of losing his son's affection is worse to him than gaining voldemort's ire

narcissa is sort of go with the flow, in a way that makes her a bit of a psychopath. she'll play the game on either side, will kill whoever she needs to kill, and not care much either way. she cares about her family. she doesn't care about who dies at the end of her wand

draco tells lucius not to get caught again, even if it means doing terrible things, because now that voldemort's back they don't have much of a choice if they want to live - which is a very different situation than they were in after the world cup. and lucius knows that draco feels differently and supports him and does everything he can to protect him

and then, when it comes to a head, he betrays voldemort outright and fights voldemort wandless because draco is in danger

none of this makes him less of a bigot

lucius doesn't really change his mind about anything. he still doesn't care for muggles or monsters or freaks, but he's a slytherin to his core, and he certainly doesn't mind winning, regardless of who he's doing it with

draco does the equivalent of holding his breath to get his parents to change sides. and it works

narcissa and lucius are not good people. they are flighty and ambitious and fought on the wrong side of the war and switched only because their son gained a moral compass and their stance is family first. if draco can't be swayed, then they must be the ones to change

and it's fiction! so that means we love them. in real life we'd be dragging them to guillotine, but it's not real life, it's a fun little fanfic, so real life rules don't apply, and being good parents who love their son more than anything makes up for being sort of insane serial killers