#its a full moon tonight bby

[alexusonfire]

Under a Full Moon

Larissa Weems x werewolf!Reader

@daydream-cement told me to impregnate Larissa... so I did. Also thank you for beta'ing bby 🧡

Warnings: I would like to make this perfectly clear: this is MONSTERFUCKING. This is Larissa getting fucked by a werewolf IN FULL WEREWOLF FORM. Breeding/mating, girl!cock, wolf!cock, wolfgirl!cock, blowjob, cunnilingus, knotting, tummy bulge, soft aftercare

"Larissa… are you absolutely sure?"

You were currently curled into your wife, the both of you bare from head to toe. You nervously twirled some loose strands of her hair as the Shift nagged the back of your skull, the full moon teasing itself on your body through the crack of the curtains.

Larissa had been familiar with werewolf shifting from the very start of your relationship, having received her education from Nevermore in her youth. It had never bothered nor scared her, which had been a refreshing change from relationships past; though it had taken nearly six months before you were comfortable enough to shift in front of her, she never once pressured you about it, and she welcomed your outcast ability with open arms. It didn't take too long after that for you to fall head over paws for her.

Tonight, however, was entirely new territory, for both yourself and Larissa.

"Darling, I told you, I take you for better or for worse… and right now, I'd very much like to take you."

Her low, seductive tone made your entire body clench in anticipation, and you let out a shaky sigh before melting into Larissa and finally letting the Shift overtake you. Larissa watched in awe as your body transformed, your mouth lengthening into a muzzle, sharp claws appearing at the ends of your fingertips. Larissa had always maintained that you were one of the prettiest werewolves she'd ever seen; your soft grey fur was favourite of hers, and she would often bury her hands in it to give you much-adored scritches.

Once the Shift was complete, Larissa was on you in an instant, pressing soft kisses to your muzzle and cheeks. You whined, careful not to grasp at her too hard with your talons. Her skin was soft and warm, and it felt delicious to have her bare form pressed fully into you.

You were so distracted with her kisses that you barely noticed her hand tracking its way down from your waist to your hips, until she dipped lower to gently brush her knuckles against your hardening cock. Your hips involuntarily twitched, and a low growl sounded from the back of your throat as you buried your snout into Larissa's neck, licking a trail from her shoulder to her ear.

"So responsive to me already."

Larissa angled her hips away from you to provide more room for her hand, which she now had fully grasped around you. She started slow, pumping back and forth, testing different areas with squeezes and strokes to see what you enjoyed. Within minutes she had you panting and whimpering, thrusting into her palm like an animal in rut. Larissa smirked, then placed one more kiss to the top of your head before pulling back entirely, hand and all. Though you didn't mean to be so harsh, you snarled and attempted to pull her back to you, but Larissa was quicker and dodged your large paws, that damn smirk still painted on her lips as she pushed you down and crawled to the end of the bed. 

"Hush now darling, you'll like this even better, I promise."

Before you could object with another growl, Larissa knelt between your thighs and took your swollen cock in her hand and began pumping it once more, this time running her tongue along the full length of you. Reaching the tip, she took it in her mouth and gently sucked, swirling her tongue around the head before lowering her mouth onto you.

She was right. You did like this better. 

The very image of her looking up at you from between your thighs, her perfectly painted lips leaving red smears along your length, was nearly enough to send you over the ledge alone.

Add to that the feeling of her hot mouth wrapped around you and it was almost too much, and you struggled to restrain yourself from gripping at her delicate skin too hard. Instead, you wove your claws into her hair and began guiding her, nearly losing it when she managed to take your entire length down her throat. You felt her swallow once, twice, and when she came back up with a pop (and her signature smirk), sticky strings lead from your cock to her mouth. She continued to suck you, eventually letting you simply hold her head in place while your hips frantically pushed into the back of her mouth again and again, the wet gagging noises and muffled moans she made spurring you on.

You came with a howl, emptying yourself in Larissa's mouth for what felt like minutes, the tight constriction of the muscles in her throat milking you almost delirious. Finally releasing your hold on her, she came sputtering up, coughing lightly as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand. Not bothering to finish catching your breath, you sat up and pulled her to you, gently nuzzling at her chest, her neck, her cheeks, sniffing and yipping at her to check if she was alright. Larissa merely smiled and scratched behind your ears, revelling in your hot pants that washed across her chest and shoulders.

"I'm alright, sweet girl. Did- was I- I mean, are you alright?"

You nodded, then nipped at her neck. She'd sat flush against you, and you could feel how wet she was; the thought that she'd got off from getting you off made your head spin, and your wolf instincts suddenly kicked in.

Breed.

Breed.

Claim.

Breed.

You swung her back down on the bed, a surprised gasp and girlish giggle sounding from Larissa as you manoeuvred her onto her stomach, then pulled her hips up to prop her on her knees.

"Mmm, ready to fuck me senseless alrea- oh."

Larissa moaned as your tongue met her wet heat, first lapping at the juices that had dripped down her thighs, then burying your tongue in her folds. She rocked her hips back into your face, squealing as you brought your paws up to the backs of her thighs and ass, spreading her open for you. Her thighs began to shake as your tongue finally met her clit, lapping feverishly to draw out more moans and whimpers.

"Please, right there, that's it-"

You'd always adored how Larissa would talk during sex, either encouraging you on or begging for more. She dropped her face into her arms and clutched at the sheets below her, and suddenly her body rocked forward with the force of her orgasm. You continued to lap at her, licking her nearly clean before she was whining again.

"Darling…"

You knew what she needed, and judging by the intense throbbing between your legs, you needed it too. Slowly you pushed yourself up and positioned yourself over her, draping yourself along the length of her heated body in order to scent her properly, something your wolf side found to suddenly be of utmost importance. Larissa rocked her hips back against you as you rubbed your jaw along hers, sliding your cock between her still glistening folds to satiate you both just enough while you laid your claim on her.

Satisfied that she smelled enough like you, you laced your fingers in hers and lined up with her entrance, finally sheathing yourself inside her. Larissa's high-pitched groan echoing into the room was all it took for you to start pounding into her, the mattress creaking with the force of your bodies rocking into each other. Larissa couldn't form words, nor even a coherent thought when one of your elongated fingers began to rub at her clit, and the tight coil that had been forming in her lower abdomen finally snapped once more.

You felt your knot begin to swell as Larissa clenched and fluttered around your cock, and your vision suddenly narrowed, only one thought controlling every muscle, every nerve ending in your body.

Breed breed breed breed-

Slowly, carefully, you pushed your knot inside, Larissa squealing in pleasure as she came for the third time that night, forcefully brought on by the sudden feeling of fullness. You shred the bed sheets beneath your claws as you filled Larissa, her wet cunt so hot and tight around you your mind ran blank for a moment. You pulled her flush to you and held her close as you rocked into her, her lower stomach swelling with your seed. Larissa squeaked, her body stretching and clenching with the new sensations, and you nuzzled into her to reassure her, to let her know just how good she was doing for you.

You lay together like that for a while, tied, content. Larissa crooked her head to run her jaw along yours, whimpering as she did so; a submissive gesture in nature, one that made your wolf instincts sing. You huffed your approval when you finally slipped from her, Larissa letting out a deep sigh as she felt the mixture of the two of you coating her thighs. She snuggled further into the pillows, sudden exhaustion taking over her as her body finally relaxed. She was nearly asleep before she felt hands, human hands, run along her shoulders.

"We need to clean you up first, my love. Come on."

Larissa grumbled, her lips forming into a pout as she shot you her best sleepy puppy eyes. You ran your hand down her back as you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

"Oh come on, you can't use those against a werewolf. Up you get."

Still mumbling her disapproval, she allowed you to pull her into the shower, where you proceeded to clean her with great care and attention. She had to admit, she never minded being worshipped so lovingly by you, especially after you'd been intimate. Once she was dry and you'd quickly changed the sheets on the bed, you tucked her back in, curling around her protectively before whispering softly into the darkened room.

"Larissa?"

"Yes darling?"

"Thank you. For trusting me. For trusting us. I love you."

Larissa smiled and brought your hand up to her lips, gently kissing the backs of your knuckles.

"I love you too."

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@weemssapphic @h-doodles @rosieathena @pro-weems-places @renravens @ness029 @pluied-ete

[rewh0re]

─1:37 AM

El oh el this is very very self indulgent cuz turns out i can't sleep at night. Also I've not written in so long so i HAD TO write for my bby boi Reo:))

You liked the night time. Night brought a sense of tranquility and comfort, a sharp contrast from the hectic daytime when work and schedules were the only things clogging your mind. With the night, you could escape the stress that adult life brought upon an individual. You liked to look upon the city of Tokyo from your apartment, liked to look at how the lady took her golden retriever on a night walk, a genuine smile plastered on her aging face. You liked to see the few cars zoom by and the couple who walked hand in hand. You believed everything truly was more real and genuine during the night time.

Most of all, you liked enjoying the nights with your boyfriend Mikage Reo. Both of you seated on the balcony floor, covered in a thin blanket with his arms wrapping around you from behind. two glasses of red wine long forgotten, some Beatles song playing in a low volume in the background. Your lover whispers something in your ear and you both let out a soft chuckle.

The stars littered the midnight sky and the moon looked down upon the quiet city sometimes hiding itself behind the clouds that drifted by. You smiled at the quietness, you smiled knowing this is where you were meant to be.

"Reo," you let out a hushed call for your lover.

"Hmm?" He laid his head on your shoulder smiling because moments like these with you are what he craves the most. It's what he treasures the most.

"Don't you think the moon looks really pretty tonight?" You asked as you looked up at the sky.

It did look really pretty. A full moon casting its light on the sleeping city. But Reo had his eyes fixed only on your face. your moonlit face looking oh so ethereal in his eyes as you smiled softly at the scenery.

"It really does," he said as he hugged you tighter, closing his eyes as he hummed to the song.

Dawn would break in a few hours and you both would have to go back to your daily schedule but you allowed yourself a few more minutes. You allowed yourselves a few more moments of raw and pure love.

You liked the night. You liked the night because of several factors like the calm, the tranquility and the beauty. However, you liked it the most because of times like these, when it was only you and Reo and the sleeping city and the type of undisguised and passionate love only the night could bring forth.

[freesia-writes]

Howzer + Aurelia Ch. 12

Beginning with his shiny days, this story follows Howzer's character arc through some heartwarming romance, action, adventure, yearning, angst, and growth.

Content/Trigger Warnings for Entire Work (individual chapters not labeled): wartime peril, injury, and death; sexual assault up to kissing; relationship passion up to making out and heavy petting; sexual relationship alluded to (smut is posted separately); pregnancy, birthing trauma, and stillbirth (chapters 30-39, can be skipped and still keep up with the story).

Master List of Chapters

Word Count: 1.1k

12. Correction

22 BBY - Ryloth

"That was a good run today, boys. Clean up and prepare for tomorrow; we're going to take their supply station. Dimissed," Sprint said with a loud, clear voice.

Howzer pulled his helmet off along with the rest of the troops around him, breaking formation and scattering to their individual plans. He fell into step next to Sprint as they walked toward the barracks. "Is it true that Syndulla and his team will be there tomorrow too?" he asked.

"Not sure," Sprint shrugged, "That's above my pay grade. But I'd guess he'll be with the Jedi and Captain Keeli's squad, so probably not." He looked stately with his new teal green pauldron which matched the paint he had decorated his armor with. Howzer had initially made fun of it but gave up once he realized he wasn't going to get a rise out of his friend.

"Hmm. I'd like to work for him," Howzer continued, "Now there's someone who gets stuff done."

"Yeah, there are mixed opinions of him," Sprint answered. "Some say he's too radical, others say he does what's needed. Who knows. Maybe we'll get to see for ourselves someday."

"Maybe," Howzer agreed. "You coming to the cantina tonight? These Twi'leks are spicy when it's a full moon..."

Sprint shook his head with a small smile, waiting for the day that Howzer wouldn't feel the need to always have something like that to say. With a nod, they parted ways for the evening.

***

21 BBY - Ryloth

***

"Left flank! Move in!" came the orders, and Howzer gripped his DC-17 tightly. They charged into the ravine, taking cover behind the rocks amid the chaos of flying laser bolts and taking turns shooting at the approaching droids.

"Aerial team, in position?"

"Yes sir!"

"Go."

Shots rained down on the Separatist army from all directions as a squad of troopers popped out of their hiding places along the ridges of the ravine. Fueled by the element of surprise and the resulting disorder, Howzer and his brothers ran in, mowing down the rows of metal with surprising ease. Almost... too easy.

"Droidekas!" Sprint announced, "Fall back!"

The troopers ran back to the cover of the rocks as the droids rolled into position, expanding their ray shields and beginning to fire.

"Grenades!"

A few blasts flashed on and around the droids, but they remained impervious to damage.

"You've got to roll them slowly!" Sprint yelled in the comm, "Second wave!"

But before they could toss the remaining grenades, a deafening roar was heard as a herd of large creatures descended from behind the droid army. A vicious array of Twi'lek warriors charged in on their blurrg mounts, wiping out droids left and right with spears and blasters.

"It's Syndulla!" exclaimed the clone next to Howzer, as they peeked over their rock. He marveled at the ferocity and efficiency of the team as they tore through the ranks.

"Let's finish them off!" Howzer cheered.

"Stay in formation," Sprint ordered.

But Howzer was filled with adrenaline. This was his chance to make an impression on Cham Syndulla, the legendary "Hammer of Ryloth". It was his chance to take one step closer to his aspirations. He broke free from his rock cover, charging in to face the remaining battle droids. He dropped two of them with two shots, yelling in victory, and ran across a clearing to finish off a few more. What he didn't see was the commando droid flipping over his head, landing behind him and targeting him with its blaster.

"Howzer!" Sprint yelled, watching the situation unfold, "Behind!" He raised his own blaster, running forward into the clearing and peppering the droid with a few shots. Yet somehow it still stood, pivoting in a complete 180 and firing toward Sprint. He dove sideways, narrowly missing a bolt to the chest, and flung an EMP toward the commando.

Then everything happened simultaneously: the commando droid sizzled in a bright flash of blue as Howzer charged at it, unaware of the Twi'lek mount leaping over the rock behind it toward the remaining droideka. The commando droid dropped, leaving Howzer facing the blurrg, and he dodged at the last minute. But he was not quite fast enough -- a swinging Twi'lek spear met the side of his face with a sickening sound, and his head snapped sideways, followed by his body. His fall was broken by a jagged rock, catching his chin on the way down, and he landed in a crumped heap as everything faded to black.

***

Howzer woke up in the medical wing, face wrapped almost entirely in white gauze. He heard the steady beep of machines and squinted, attempting to see clearly with one of his eyes partially covered. A medical droid hovered near a trooper in the next bed, and Howzer sat up more fully to look around, immediately regretting the movement as it caused a stabbing pain in his head.

"Hello CT-2420," said the medical droid, flying over to run a scan over his face. "You have sustained significant trauma to the parietal and temporal areas of your skull, as well as a series of lacerations to your cheek. It is uncertain whether or not your brain function has been impaired."

"It was impaired from the start," Sprint said suddenly, pulling back the curtain and coming to stand next to the bed. He smiled, placing a hand on Howzer's shoulder, who rolled more slowly this time to focus on him with his uncovered eye. The teal splashes on white armor were a welcome sight.

"Whh hmmfn?" the sound was as much of a surprise to Howzer as it was a comical sight to Sprint, who chuckled at the muffled attempts at speech through the immobilizing gauze wrapped around Howzer's cheeks, chin, and head.

"You disobeyed orders, that's what. Nearly got me shot and earned yourself a nice smack to the face. I'd put you on leave, but it seems you've received a consequence already."

"Mff" was the only reply, as Howzer lifted a hand to his head.

"You wanted to show off for Syndulla," Sprint accused, crossing his arms. "Howzer, I'm serious. I know you have big dreams, but you're never going to be a captain if you don't get a hold of yourself."

Howzer remained silent, eyes dropping to the foot of his bed. Sprint gave him one last pat on the shoulder, "You've got it in you, brother. Being a good leader isn't about bravado, it's about doing the right thing. Sometimes that includes heroic actions, like those of General Di and Captain Keeli... Maker rest their souls... But more often, it's about considering the whole picture and not just yourself. Now rest up."

"Hmmph."

.

Next Chapter

[greaterspawnislands]

Oh hell yeah it's music season bby!! 48, 7, 22, 13, and 64 :]] (also congrats on reaching nano!! Slams the ourna button in celebration)

yeah man music season!!! and ohh so many songs :D i will link them in text instead of filling it up with the big spotify links

48: In the Avenue by The Family Crest

no shockers here, lots of family crest listening + this is in the danse macabre playlist. here's some of my favorite lyrics

Here in the market, the old men smile and sell their goods These bakers, butchers, and buyers smile as old friends would She lifts her head, and the sun, it flares in orange hues How now she's moving along against the avenue

7: Beneath the Brine by The Family Crest

my hand is already showing... i'll drop my favorite lyrics here but reading them doesn't do enough you haveee to listen to this song it's so intense it's so wonderful

Now my heart is bound Like a plague upon this sound And oh, it slips away, such soft decay Then it grows

Oh, young love, young dear Why have you taken me in your fall? All of my love, all of my life Given to you, sacrificed

22: True Trans Soul Rebel by Against Me!

THIS SONG SLAPSSSS i love Against Me!

Does god bless your transsexual heart, true trans soul rebel?

13: Slowly by The Altogether and Karen Han

another danse macabre song, who's surprised!

Light reddens my room Though the shade is cooler The newer blooms are all so small Spring hues will come and soon I will recall That soon I’ll wish for fall

64: Full Moon by Avi Kaplan

I swear not every song in my top 100 is from my danse macabre playlist...

Full moon Stretching its arms to the sky He climbs into the night He flies, wondering why he shines Only tonight

and thank u for the congrats!! ourna indeed!! i am so happy it's over haha :') crazy month (thank u for sprinting with me so much i couldn't have gotten through it without u<3)

send me a number 1-100 and i'll give you a wrapped top 100 song

[laur-rants]

Fic Update -- Wolfbann

Chapter 8 - With Wealth of Knowledge

Fandom: Dishonored Ship: Corvo/Daud, Past Jessamine/Corvo Rated: Mature Chapter Synopsis: Corvo learns things and, predictably, jumps to conclusions.

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Corvo wanted to say later that the boat ride back to the Hound Pits Pub had been quiet and uneventful. That he was left unbothered; that he, Sam and Geoff had all kept to themselves and that he had gotten plenty of rest along the way.

He wanted to say that, but Geoff Curnow was a Watch Officer to the bone. And that meant Corvo had to endure an interrogation before enjoying any amount of shut-eye.

“So Callista is still at the pub?”

“Yes.”

“And you met her there?”

“Yes.”

“How long ago, exactly?”

“I don't know. A few days now.”

“She was the one who said to come get me?”

“No Geoff, a little sparrow told me.”

Geoff frowned at Corvo's reply; Corvo simply folded his arms in tighter and tilted his head at Geoff. He was so tired. He wanted to ignore the itchy thrum of his limbs and the annoying questions of a Watch Captain and instead go to sleep. But if the look on Geoff’s face was anything to go by, he wasn't ready to let Corvo go just yet.

And so, the Lord Protector sighed.

“Anything else, officer?”

Geoff shifted, self conscious, but kept his frown in place and his eyes on Corvo.

“Just a few questions. Who did you speak to before we left the Abbey?”

“Oh, you were awake for that?” Corvo's eyebrows shot up in light surprise. He cleared his ruined throat before continuing, ”He’s an Overseer named Teague Martin. He'll be joining us later at the pub.”

“Any reason why?”

“I helped him, so hopefully he'll help me. Besides, I have something he wants.”

Corvo fished out a small black book from his belt satchel, holding it up between his fingers.

“Isn't that Campbell's?” Geoff inquired, eyes narrowing on the worn leather and yellowed pages. Corvo nodded before lazily twirling the book and storing it away on his belt again. “And just what has become of its original owner?”

“Campbell’s alive, if that's what you're asking. He probably isn't too happy about the state of his belongings right about now, though.” The ghost of a smile crept over Corvo's face; he may have left Campbell in one piece but he certainly hadn't been kind about it.

And with the evidence Corvo had, the High Overseer’s days in power were numbered.

“So it’s true, then? He planned on being rid of me?”

Corvo nodded, eyes sharp in spite of his weariness.

“I discovered a glass of poisoned wine in your intended meeting room and an audiograph that incriminated his actions. I have it, if you'd like to take a listen later.” Corvo let his lips pull further into a wicked grin. “For a High Overseer, that man certainly has a lot of skeletons.”

“Well, when you're close to someone like Hiram Burrows…” Geoff muttered, clearly agreeing even without the evidence. His eyes then widened and he jerked back to Corvo.

“Burrows... Corvo!” he gasped, a finger pointed the Royal Protector. Sam looked between them, surprised by the action. “I know -- it wasn't your fault the Empress died. I know that it was Hiram, he set up the hit on Jessamine. I overheard his plans while traveling the Isles with him; you were falsely framed. You're as much a victim as Jess was.”

Geoff made the statement like a revelation; as if the puzzle pieces had finally fallen into place, like he finally remembered why Campbell was trying to kill him in the first place.

Corvo, of course, knew he was innocent. Sam and Callista did too, or at least believed it well enough to not inquire. But there was a huge difference in personally knowing his own innocence and hearing it aloud as fact from a third party. Corvo felt himself sag, letting go of the air in his lungs like a deflating balloon.

“Thank you,” Corvo rasped out softly, his damaged throat catching painfully on the words. He didn't know what he was thanking Geoff for; Curnow didn't seem to know either,blinking in astonishment at Corvo's response. But Corvo didn't care.

It was nice to simply be reminded he was innocent.

There was a beat between the three of them. Corvo could feel himself drifting from relief, the whisper of the Void already strong in his sleep-deprived ears.

“Ah,” Geoff started, his voice keeping Corvo above the surface. “You're welcome, I think. But I always knew that Hiram was lying about you, because I caught him mentioning the real assassin to the High Overseer months ago.”

A giant, scarred, shadowed wolf. A pack of smoking dogs that scattered like ghosts. A river of red, running hot down Corvo's arms to pool collectively with the blood of a dying Empress.

Corvo was up so fast Geoff jumped in his seat. His jaw clenched, his whole being tightening like a spring as his body fought for control against the beast under his skin. His expression darkened; Geoff leaned back, worry coloring his features.

“That assassin,” Corvo growled out. “Who is he? Who did Hiram hire?”

“I--” Geoff stuttered and swallowed, eyes glancing to Sam for backup. “You didn't know?”

“A name,” Corvo snarled. “I need a name.”

“He's known simply as Daud,” Geoff obliged. “The Knife of Dunwall and head of the Whalers group.”

Daud.

The name crashed down on Corvo like a wave. He felt his chest heave, felt the wolf lunge and fight for release. He remembered now; Hiram uttered the name just once in Corvo's presence, back when he was fever-wracked and newly turned and his life was a blur of pain. Of course he hadn't realized then the significance of the name, couldn't put two and two together when he could hardly remember who or what he was.

But now…

The assassin's title consumed Corvo’s mind in a way he didn't understand as he committed it to memory, saying the name over and over again like a horrible prayer. As he did something else, someone else answered, reaching out to Corvo's thoughts, coming as if called to him, to his very mindspace --

“Lord Corvo.”

Corvo managed to look up at the gentle pull of his name. Sam was there, offering him a hand, blocking Geoff from any possible backlash. Corvo's eyes flicked from Sam to Geoff; the Watch Officer’s face was pale in the moonlight, his hand defensively resting on the hilt of his sword.

“Corvo,” Sam softly repeated.

Corvo breathed. He swallowed and stilled his racing thoughts. He flexed the claws clutching deep at the fabric of his old Protector coat. He didn't recall letting them grow out.

“I'm here, Sam,” he muttered out. “Apologies, Curnow.”

“No need, Lord Corvo,” Geoff replied, but his broken voice betrayed him. Corvo swallowed again, evening out his breath. Claws and fur burned away and disappeared: Geoff eased off his weapon as well.

“Daud,” Corvo parroted out, the only thing still on his racing and confused mind. Again, the whisper of a consciousness brushed against his thoughts at the name, followed by a bone-deep ache that had nothing to do with weariness. Corvo shivered before meeting Geoff's face once again.

“Yes, Daud,” Geoff carefully added. “he's got quite the reputation with the Abbey and the Watch. Some eyewitnesses once reported him as a Wolf of Men. Didn't ever think that description would turn out to be so… literal.”

Corvo snorted and shook his head.

“At least I have something to look for,” Corvo said, bemused. “Thank you.”

Geoff nodded, his face still holding a hint of unease as he looked Corvo over. “Of course, Lord Protector.”

“And--” Corvo choked out, finally attending the one question he most feared the answer to. “Do you know -- have you heard -- anything on Emily?”

Geoff’s face fell into a look of near pity, the sadness there cinching tight around Corvo's heart.

“I'm sorry, Corvo,” Geoff said, his sincerity causing Corvo's throat to painfully squeeze shut. “I have no idea what happened to the Empress’s daughter. And whatever Burrows planned for her, I never learned.”

Corvo looked down and away, only managing a nod as he settled back into the boat. He expected that sort of response, but knowing he was still no closer to Emily left him more drained than ever.

They fell into silence. Despite needing to rest, Corvo's body was too wired from the discussion to sleep. His limbs itched to be used and he fidgeted the whole ride back, unable to stay still. Before the boat was even tied down he was leaping free of it, his shaking legs carrying him to the building and up a flight of stairs before their pitying looks could even hope to stop him.

He wasn't present for the Curnow family reunion. He didn't want to be; instead he settled for listening to hear their muffled voices, watching them through the Void from the second story landing. Callista had stayed up late waiting for them to return; she broke into hysterics as she saw her uncle, throwing herself into his arms upon seeing him whole and healthy.

Corvo huffed and looked away, letting the Void leak out of his vision. From down the hall, a door jostled and creaked open.

Corvo froze.

A groggy servant poked their head out from behind the door; Callista's cries must have been loud enough to rouse them, even at this witching hour. Corvo eased; the worker was a young woman with disheveled brown hair and heavy eyes. Her angry grumbles morphed into a nervous squeak she caught sight of Corvo on the landing, leaning against the railing. Immediately she flushed and muttered out an apology, trying to pull herself back into her room as quickly as possible. Corvo blinked, his stomach going cold.

“Wait,” he whispered out. She jerked and didn't meet his eye, but she did as she was told. He licked his lips, choosing his words carefully has he strode over.

“Can I ask what your name is?” He tried to sound as gentle as possible, but his ragged voice made that goal next to impossible. The girl's eyes darted up to him before looking away again.

“Cecelia, sir,” she muttered. “Please, I don't be meaning no trouble--”

Before she could continue, Corvo pulled a heavy purse out of his coat and held it out to her. She looked at it warily and didn't move to take it -- not until he shook the bag slightly, the soft jangle of coin making the contents obvious and unmistakable.

“There will be a few more people staying at the pub soon,” he whispered to her, gently setting the purse in her outstretched palm. “This should be enough to cover any inconveniences or amenities during their stay.”

Cecelia gaped at the weight of the coin suddenly resting her right hand, her left furiously wiping the sleep from her eyes. She tested the weight and checked the money inside, looking back at Corvo in a sort of bewildered awe.

“Sir--” she croaked out. “Sir, I can't accept this--”

“Get it to your boss, then,” Corvo shrugged. “And make sure it's distributed to the other workers. Just consider it compensation for -- for dealing with me.”

“Thank you, Lord--” but he was gone before she even finished the sentence.

Stopping time was still a new sensation for him -- incredibly draining and empowering in one fell swoop -- but he used the power to get away regardless. He didn't need to hear her sincerity and frankly he didn't really want it. He just wanted to sleep. His brain still spun with what he'd learned on the way back from the Abbey; he needed time to digest, to be alone.

And he needed to get rid of the insistent pressure at the back of his skull that felt entirely foreign and not his own.

He closed the door to the attic and resumed time; color returned to the world and from somewhere a few flights down he heard a surprised gasp, no doubt Cecelia processing the fact that Corvo had -- to her perception -- suddenly disappeared. He huffed out a small laugh and turned to the room proper; as soon as he found the rickety old mattress he fell on it, fast asleep and unaware of the gracious mutters lingering in the hallway just outside.

------

Karnaca spread out below Corvo, just as he remembered it.

He knew this had to be a dream; he hadn't seen the city in near two decades, even if he knew the feel of it all the same. The sun burning on cobbled stone, the dust billowing on the horizon, the sticky smell of bloodfly amber -- this was the Karnaca he memorized long ago, able to pull it perfectly out of his memories even as the Void curled at the edges of the city and his wolfen body gave him a new perspective.

His memory served him well; all the same paths and winding alleys were exactly as he recalled, all the secrets only he and his sister were ever able to find. He leapt from hard stone to choking vines to winding wood, the trees at Karnca’s edge encroaching like they never had in real life, unruly and wild and overpowering. The warmth of the wood under his claws resonated with him; he was alive as the city slept, the city where he was born and raised and became the man he was today.

Corvo wound through the branches like a furred snake, all confidence and deadly elegance. But he wasn't careful; even his mind had a way of pulling tricks on him. He took a too-sharp corner and stopped dead in his tracks the air suddenly shifted.

He was no longer in Karnaca. The scents throttling his nose were nothing like the hot sand he recalled of his youth. This was heavy industry and smoke; sea and salt and the bitter tang of processed whale oil. In the distant sky -- obscured by cloud and high above the city line -- a whale keened, the sound shifting between high and low, between sadness and anger. The song of it made the fur of his neck bristle, his very soul shaking under the weight of it.

He was in Dunwall. But unlike Karnaca it was twisted, warped by the very capriciousness of his dreams.

Corvo.

His chest lurched as something hooked deep into his very core; pulling and yearning for him, calling him by name. His claws dug painfully into the wood as he tested the air, his mind reeling. His body shuddered and shook before he was off again, leaping from the rooftops to whatever pulled so powerfully on his soul.

It was long before he found his answer.

A huge, hulking form. Black fur and blazing blue eyes. A long scar marred the right side of his face as he turned to face Corvo.

Their gazes locked. Rage boiled up. Lips curled back and fangs flashed and Corvo screamed.

The force of his howl shook the very fabric of his dreamscape, rippling through the air like disturbed water. Still, the assassin wolf didn't move, didn't react, just stared Corvo down as he leapt, racing to where that other wolf was, to where he stood and --

The world shifted. Rocks shot up. The path changed.

And the wolf of Daud was gone.

Corvo panicked. The ache of his chest worsened with his rage and he clawed forward, searching for a way past his new blockade. The world tilted dangerously, warping under his very feet and throwing him off-balance. Dunwall was quickly changing into something dark and terrifying, the wind whipping up and chilling him to the bone. Yet the powerful tether maintained it's connection. Daud still called to him, but from where, he couldn't tell.

Corvo clawed his way over stone and concrete, finally reaching the surface only to find the world dark, the songs of the whales morphing into distant rumbles of thunder. The scent of rain on the wind overwhelmed him and he turned, trying to get his bearings.

“Corvo?”

The voice was soft and small, barely audible.over the whipping wind. But still Corvo's sensitive ears caught the word, and his throat choked on a stifled reply. It was too good to be true -- and yet, he couldn't mistake that voice, her voice, like the whisper of springtime bells, like innocence lost to a bygone age.

He jerked and turned, ears swiveling, focusing on the sound.

“Corvo!”

And then he saw her; she turned to him and she shone like a star, beckoning him to her.

Emily.

She beamed, and it felt too perfect to be real -- yet there she was, whole and well and waiting for Corvo with outstretched arms.

A shadow passed between them.

Like a ghost, the wolf smoked back into his vision, eyes burning like whale oil in the night. Corvo stopped, his gut going cold as Emily smiled and reached up to run a hand over the giant hound’s gnarled muzzle.

Emily! No!

But she wasn't listening anymore. She wasn't even looking at him, too busy petting the snout of the monster that had killed her mother, fangs so close to snapping her up too --

Corvo lurched forward but stumbled, stuck in place. Vines had crept up around him, long and thick and twisted, their thorns piercing his skin and fur. He yelled and cried; the weeds just wound tighter around his legs and dragged him down, away from the one thing that mattered above everything else.

No, nonono EMILY!

His claws left gouges in the wood as he dug at those inky vines trying to wake him. He fought desperately to stay in the dream, as if he could somehow get to Emily, even while asleep. But the vines were insistent, intent on dragging him back to the waking world.

All the while those cold, scarred eyes never left him.

I will find you, Corvo snarled threateningly back, praying for a reaction and getting none. I will find you and I will find her, that is a promise!

Good, was the single reply, so deep and loud it shook Corvo to the core.

His concentration faltered.

The thunder rumbled.

And the vines dragged him away, and Emily and the Knife of Dunwall were gone.

------

Corvo shot up in his bed, panting and shaking, his entire body screeching at him. It soon became apparent why; at some point in his sleep he had started turning, his limbs burning and smoking as hot fur covered his arms and shoulders. He breathed in and his ribs painfully cracked as they expanded; his face was stretched and his teeth too large and his fingers too long and it was all too much and wrong, so wrong.

It hurt like it did back in prison, back when he had no idea what was happening and it took all his energy to not return to that near-panic state. Not in Coldridge he reminded himself over and over -- on the back of his clawed left hand the Outsider's Mark still burned bright, backing up the logic of his thoughts. He took a few breaths, stilling his shaking limbs and willing his body back to normal. It took a few tense seconds but finally the fur billowed away, his joints realigned and the magic returned him back to fully human again.

He twitched and shook, more now from residual adrenaline in his veins than from any panicked exertion. Corvo’s jaw clenched; he thought he was past this. Apparently, that was just wishful thinking; this was only his second day with the mark, after all. But that mark was supposed to afford him some control over his mess of a being -- if he couldn't have that, what was the point?

Corvo growled, clenching his fist and calling to the Void. His mark flared, tingling against his skin as his black claws reemerged-- he immediately willed the claws away and his hand obediently returned to human once again.

He flexed his fingers and sighed, repeating the process until he was satisfied. Whatever had happened in his sleep didn't seem to affect him while awake. As long as he was conscious, Corvo could still pretend to be normal.

He got up and dressed as silently and as quickly as he could. He had no idea how long he had been asleep or what time it was; nobody had come to collect him this morning, and outside the sky was overcast, threatening an afternoon rain. He opened the window and sniffed; the air certainly was heavy with a humidity just waiting to be broken. Corvo frowned, closed the window until just crack remained open, and then left the stuffy attic to join the rest of the residents downstairs.

As soon as he entered the pub, every face turned to him. Corvo stopped in his tracks, alarm rising in his chest -- but then he caught Callista smiling at him over coffee, Cecelia’s flushed cheeks as she caught sight of him from behind the bar, Geoff's warm and encouraging nod. The atmosphere was anything but threatening; instead it was welcoming, as if requesting Corvo's presence instead of rejecting it. It was different. It was nice.

It made Corvo want to run away all the same.

He swallowed the urge, entering the pub proper. He caught Sam sitting in a booth reading the Courier; he made for him, hoping to join him for his quiet familiarity -- but the booth across from him was already occupied. Another man took up the seat, a man with dark hair, a sabre at his side, and robed in black and silver.

“Ah, Corvo, good to see you awake.”

Teague Martin leaned back in the pub booth, eyeing Corvo as he neared. Unease crawled up Corvo's spine at seeing Teague in the daylight but he nodded back just the same, sending a brief smile to Sam who beamed goodnaturedly back.

“Glad to see you made it here in one piece, Martin” Corvo offered. “Was it much trouble for you?”

“Hardly,” Martin said with a wave of his hand. “Overseers are allowed into quarantined areas with little question; in these chaotic times we've been offered more power than most.”

“I see,” Corvo said darkly, trying to not think of the implications of Martin's words. “Sam, is it alright if I sit with you?”

Sam smiled gently and folded the newspaper up in his hands. “Take my seat; I'm heading out to visit Piero anyway.”

Corvo shifted, uncomfortable. “Are you sure? I don't want to intrude or--”

Sam stood up and simply patted Corvo's shoulder before moving past him and outside. Corvo watched him go, unsteady from Sam's show of easy solidarity.

“Are you just going to stand there all day or are you going to sit down?”

Corvo jerked back to Martin, who watched him quizzically. Corvo’s frown returned and he sat across from Teague, studying the man carefully. He smelled clean, but in that sort of way that left no discernible scent behind. The back of Corvo's neck itched.

He pulled the small black book out of his jacket regardless, sliding it across the booth to the Overseer. Martin's eyes lit up at the sight of it, intact even after everything Corvo went through to get it. His eyes flicked briefly to Corvo's face before reaching out and taking the journal, gloved hands running across the corver before opening it and idly flicking through the pages.

“Outsider's eyes, you really retrieved it.”

Corvo hadn't shown Martin the book before they parted at the Abbey, opting to make sure the Overseer would actually show at the pub and stay true to his word. Now, Corvo leaned back in the booth, arms crossed as he kept a suspicious eye on the man across from him.

“After everything you witnessed last night, you really doubted my ability?” Corvo asked, incredulous.

“Honest men are hard to come by in this city, Corvo,” Teague replied smoothly, raising an eyebrow while scanning the journal’s pages. “You know this well, seeing how you tested me to see if I was worth the trouble.”

“You came for the book, Teague -- which means you're predictable, not honest.” Corvo growled back. “But you're here now. So now I get to ask; are you willing to help me?”

Teague scoffed and smiled a small smile. “What does a heretic like you expect from a man of the Abbey like me?”

Corvo tilted his head, eyes narrowing as his leg bounced under the table.

“Campbell works very closely with Burrows. He always has; they've been close for years, but since my priority was the Empress and her daughter, I paid no attention to it. Maybe if I had, well...” Corvo trailed off rolling his tongue over his teeth. Martin’s eyes followed the action, gaze going back to his eyes as Corvo sneered, and continued. “Either way, Burrows is the reason Jessamine is dead. He hired the assassin Daud to do the job, a fact he mentioned to Campbell. You have incrimination on Campbell and I'm looking for all the evidence I can get. What can you offer me?”

Martin's grin flashed wide but he said nothing, idly flipping through the book. Eventually, he came across an interesting page; he dog-eared it, bookmarking the placement for later.

“Campbell has many secrets, all of them damning and most of them of little interest to you,” Martin started cooly. “As shocking as it sounds, the religious elite love cavorting with devils.” He laid the book flat, his hands neatly over it.

“Campbell has been looking into heretical artifacts and individuals for years while systematically killing those who pose no real threat to the population.”

Corvo's jaw worked as he tried not to be surprised by this information.

“So he's been killing people falsely accused of witchcraft to keep heat off of himself?”

“More like keep the heat off his own pets, ” Martin corrected smoothly, “But yes. He's a big fan of the Royal Executioner -- who, despite being a rumored heretic wolf himself, has never been accosted or arrested. That's just one example of many; he picks and chooses his allies carefully and avoids those who could cause him consternation. Clearly he wasn't careful this time, not if Daud is involved.”

Corvo bristled at the name but did his best to keep his expression neutral.

“Daud; what do you know about him?”

Martin laughed.

“More like, what don't I know about him? The Overseers have been doing undercover investigation on the man for years, but he's so elusive most consider him a myth. Campbell destroys topics on him like he’s avoiding the plague; whenever he discovers an Overseer has made a personal project of trying to capture Daud, he burns any evidence. There are not many surviving documents in the Abbey on Daud. I've not met the assassin personally but whoever he is, he's not someone Campbell wants to get on the bad side of.”

“Do you think Campbell is working with him -- burning evidence that points to previous business transactions?”

Martin shook his head, flipping through the book again. “No, no, I'm certain Campbell does it out of fear -- or, to protect Burrows. Campbell is interested in the occult so in a twisted way, Daud is a competitor and not to be trusted.”

“A competitor?” Corvo asked, his head tilting curiously. Martin just gestured nonchalantly to Corvo's left hand.

“Yes, for the Outsider's favor,” Martin told him. “Campbell's been obsessed for years. I'm hoping his journal will confirm what I've already suspected; that Campbell met the Outsider once but walked away from the encounter with no favor. Since then, he's collected quite the collection of charms and runes in a bid to understand the god of the Void better.”

“I did find more than one artifact in his chambers while I was gathering information,” Corvo mused, thinking of the locked vault he had snuck into and ransacked for his own devices. “So this does add up. And it's plenty to incriminate Campbell when the time comes.”

“Oh it's only the waterspout of the whale, Corvo,” Martin drawled easily, his grin still eager and triumphant. “Such as how he enjoys slipping away to the Golden Cat every Tuesday to practice his wandering gaze and wanton flesh.” He laughed as Corvo grimaced at the thought.

“How do you know all of this, anyway?” Corvo growled out, apprehensive of the answer. Martin just shrugged and smiled.

“I wasn't always an Overseer, and I didn't join via the conventional means of being hand picked as a good boy candidate.” He flipped to a page idly, scanning the contents. “I have so many reasons to want to see Campbell kicked off his high horse, most of them my own. Perhaps one day I'll tell you why but for now, just know it gives me great pleasure to be able to bring about the High.Overseer’s downfall.”

Corvo went silent, chewing over all that Martin had provided. He didn't know how much of it he could believe, or what was even worth remembering. He didn't care about Campbell, not like Martin did. With or without the knowledge of his occult obsession, Campbell was now a dead man walking. But what Martin had said about Daud, how even Campbell seemed to fear his wrath… those were facts worth remembering.

“Speaking of the Golden Cat…” Martin added, almost as an afterthought. He trailed off, prompting Corvo’s attention again. “They say half the girls who end up there are dropped off by nobles who need to cover up getting a pretty tramp pregnant on Fugue and soiling the family blood with unwanted heirs. Nobody believes a whore when she's forced to work in prostitution.”

Corvo's brow furrowed. “That is a popular rumor, yes, but I'm not sure what it has to do with anythi--”

“There's also a rumor that Burrows has strong connections with the Golden Cat--” Martin said, a little more forcefully. “--and that he's visited the establishment more frequently than usual since the Empress died. Some say it's for stress relief, with the young Emily missing, and all.”

Corvo stared at him, his mouth snapping shut.

“It's just a rumor, of course,” Martin finished, casually shrugging. “Could be nothing.”

Martin raised his eyebrows at Corvo and the gravity of his words finally hit him like a brick.

Luckily, the Lord Protector didn't need explaining to twice. With a heavy swish of his coat Corvo was gone from both the booth and the pub, searching out his loyal boatman even as the distant thunder rolled the rain threatened overhead.

[thefoodwiththedood]

"Good Guys"

Here's another story from a bit ago, this time about Hatou and Eobea going on a diplomatic mission to Darkon III, and Hatou making a new friend! This is sort of a continuation of my stories "Strategy" and "Rising Phoenix," so for more context, you could read those first. Either way, let me know what y'all think of this!

Characters: Hatou Koros, Princess Eobea Xovrada, Oesta Varg, Chieftain Haeris Varg & Khosti Varg (who belong to @kaminoanbat)

Setting: 21 BBY, Darkon III

Word Count: ~2,300

“Must we do this?” Eobea whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the trumpets announcing her arrival. Her own procession was rather small, compared to the reception she’d been given: All around the walled courtyard of the palatial fortress where they’d landed, Mandalorian warriors stood at attention, their freshly-polished armor gleaming in the sun. At the end of the courtyard opposite her stood two more Mandos, an adult and a child, with their helmets at their sides and their own entourage at their backs. “I thought visits like this were reserved for planets with some…value to us”

Before Hatou answered, he held out his elbow, and her mechanical forearm hooked itself in the crook of it. “We’re here to encourage the people that Iridonia is with them, same as always,” he said as the two of them walked, “the Darkonan clans are good people, and even better warriors—if we can convince Clan Varg to join forces with us, the other clans will follow, and they could help us defend the other colonies from Separatist attacks''

“I can always rely on you to be optimistic, can’t I,” Eobea smiled,but the disdain was still palpable in her voice. “Maybe it’s just my ancestors talking—the ones who were murdered when the Mandalorians occupied Iridonia, you remember them—but I’m not so quick to trust. As I far as I know, Darkon III might just be the final holdout of those same invaders"

Thankfully, Eobea had said the last part just before coming into earshot of the Darkonan chieftain ahead of them. “Have faith, Princess,” Hatou reassured her, choosing his words carefully now that he could be heard, “It’s possible we may find some life-long allies today”

At the end of their long walk, Hatou and Eobea came face-to-face with a tall, middle-aged Zabrak clad in regal yet battle-worn armor. “It is an honor,” he began in accented Basic, his voice a strong, baritone rumble, “to welcome you to Darkon III, Princess Eobea. I am Haeris Varg of Clan Varg, Chieftain of the Darkonan Clans, and,” he paused only briefly, as he and the child at his side bowed respectfully, “your humble servant for as long as we may host you”

Eobea gave one final look to Hatou, before clearing her throat and replying. “You are very kind, Chieftain. I look forward to my stay here,” she lied, “and I look forward to discussing business—my father has assured me that you will be most indispensable allies''

“We always endeavor to be,” Haeris smiled—it could have been genuine enthusiasm behind that smile, or it could be as much of a put-on as Eobea’s. Neither she nor Hatou knew him well enough to tell, but they both wondered about it. “Ah, but in the meantime, allow me to introduce my family; this is my son, Khosti,” he swept an arm over the child at his side, and Khosti bowed once again. The boy was awfully mechanical in his movements, and he didn’t dare make eye contact with the Princess—clearly, he’d rehearsed this, or his father had made him. “And,” Haeris sighed, “though she’s running fashionably late, there’s also—

A sudden, roaring sound cut Haeris off mid-thought, and everyone in the courtyard looked up to see its source. A lone Mandalorian warrior rocketed across the sky, only to then circle back and finally stop just above Hatou, Eobea, and the Chieftain. Hovering in the air for only a second longer, she cut the engine in her rocket pack, falling several feet and hitting the ground on one knee. She rose to her feet slowly, removing her helmet and revealing the big, toothy grin she’d rode in with. “Hey, dad,” she spoke, tucking her helmet under her arm as she turned to face the Chieftain, “Sorry I was out, thought I’d take the scenic route back here. What’s…” she trailed off, apparently just noticing Hatou, Eobea, and the amount of people there in the courtyard with them. She studied Eobea in particular, her smile fading as she looked her up and down. “What’s with the Iridonians?”

“Oesta, please,” Haeris seethed, calling her attention back to him. He gave her a single, stern look, and she scowled back at him before relenting and taking her place at his right side. He took a deep breath before speaking again. “Oesta,” Haeris said again, this time introducing her to Hatou and Eobea, “is my eldest daughter, and will one day inherit my throne—if she can ever learn how a leader ought to act” Oesta rolled her eyes in response, before continuing to silently size up the Princess and her bodyguard.

If the mere prospect of working with Mandalorians wasn’t enough to sour Eobea’s view of this planet, the sheer disrespect from the Chieftain’s daughter might be. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Eobea lied again, trying and failing to mask her feelings, smiling so fleetingly she was bordering on curtness.

“Perhaps,” Hatou chimed in, rescuing Eobea preemptively from what surely would have been a long, uncomfortable silence, “I should take the Princess to her accommodations—allow us time to settle in, before our negotiations begin” He surreptitiously took her hand, and he could feel her relax slightly as their fingers interwove.

Haeris cleared his throat. “Yes, of course, please do—if you’d follow me inside, someone will show you to your rooms”

Hatou nodded, once again hooking Eobea’s elbow in his. The two of them followed the trio of Vargs and their entourage as they turned towards the large fortress, and Hatou almost caught Oesta studying him over her shoulder as they walked inside.

. . .

Hours later, Hatou found himself quietly slipping outside, sighing in relief as the brisk evening air hit his face. Even better than the air was the peace and quiet; to everyone’s surprise, Eobea’s opinions on the Darkonans began to sweeten over the course of the evening, and now she was happily—not to mention drunkenly, and loudly—wining-and-dining with the Vargs’ most senior clansmen. Hatou himself couldn’t partake, of course. His duties to the princess came first, and he needed to keep his wits about him. So, here he stood: a balcony overlooking the sea, lit by the light of Darkon III’s moons, leaning back against a railing and watching his charge through the giant glass door. She was having fun, clearly. That much made him happy.

“Hey” a voice suddenly spoke up to Hatou’s right, and he jumped in shock. He instinctively reached for his sword, but, upon turning to see the voice’s owner, he relaxed. It was just the Chieftain’s daughter—Oesta, if he remembered right—resting on the railing in the opposite corner of the balcony, looking at him with a sort of half-smile. Two drinks, one full and one half-full, were sitting on the wall at her side, evidently brought out from inside some time ago. “This kinda party ain’t your speed, huh?”

Hatou took a breath before answering, removing his helmet and holding it at his side. “No, not exactly,” he admitted, “And you?”

She smiled. “Not tonight. Kinda dreading having to talk to my dad after this morning, in the courtyard. Here, wanna drink? I was gonna have both myself but, now that you’re here,” she slid the full mug towards him, but with a small wave of his hand he refused it. “Yeah,” she continued, “Best to let him get all boozed up to soften that blow, y’know how dads are”

“Actually, I don’t,” he responded, “we’re very close, my father and I, we almost never fight”

Oesta raised an eyebrow, and her smile faded slightly. “Lucky you”

“I…” Hatou stuttered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“Must be nice,” she continued, interrupting him, “to be born into a thriving empire, to a parent who likes you just how you are, and to get to serve your planet’s royalty, that’s—”

“Iridia” Hatou interjected, interrupting her in turn. “I’m from Iridia, not Iridonia”

“...Oh” Oesta paused for a moment, silently retracting most of her prejudgements. “What’s the difference?”

“Iridia’s its own planet, a former colony just like Darkon,” Hatou said, his tone softening. In spite of his previous reservations, he decided to take the drink she’d offered him after all, and he paused to take a sip. “It’s beautiful, but not in the same ways as Iridonia. It has natural beauty, I guess. You go there, and it just feels warm and welcoming, like the planet itself wants to nurture you and take care of you. It’s motherly, in a way”

“Motherly…” Oesta replied, the word lingering on her lips a little longer than she’d meant it to. “It sounds nice. But then, if you’re from a colony, how’d you end up with...y’know…” she gestured towards the glass door, and the half-in-the-bag Princess seated inside.

Hatou smiled, unabashedly proud of what he was about to say. “Emperor Stotrau saw great potential in me, he said so himself. He needed a bodyguard for his daughter, and I was the best candidate, from Iridonia or otherwise. It’s a great honor”

“I’ll bet,” she said, her lips curling into a wry smile. “So, does he know you’re banging his daughter yet?”

Hatou, who was in the middle of taking another swig, nearly choked. Oesta tried and failed to stifle a laugh as he coughed, and it was several seconds before he even tried to speak. “I...we...well, see...who told you?”

“Well you did, just now” Oesta chuckled, earning a groan from Hatou as he realized his mistake. “I saw you two out in the courtyard, the way you calmed her down. Seems like she trusts you”

With a sigh, Hatou shook his head and smiled. No use denying it now. “The princess...Eobea...we were friends long before we ever, well...I don’t know, it just kind of happened” He felt himself blushing now, and moreso, he felt Oesta’s gaze on him. He turned away, just to spare himself a little embarrassment.

“No need to justify it, man, I get it—it’s your job to protect her 'round the clock, you two’re bound to get close like that,” Oesta smiled, taking another sip herself, “She’s cute, too. Total catch”

“It’s more than just physical” Hatou hadn’t quite meant to say that, but he couldn’t help justifying himself here. This was a talk he’d rehearsed many times, in preparation for the day when someone found out, when someone would question how a relationship between an Iridonian princess and a lowly soldier from the Colonies could ever work. Explaining it to a nosy Mandalorian was never in the plan, but oh well. “I mean...she values my company, and I enjoy seeing her happy. Every day I watch the stress she’s put under, the way she’s underestimated and put down, even by those who mean well. But she’s ambitious, smart, driven, more than any of them see. I want to help her succeed. I want to be there for her through good and bad times, and share in her triumphs. I don’t want her to be alone at the top, when she inevitably gets there”

Oesta’s smile faded as she listened, alternatively glancing at him, and through the window at the princess herself. “You’re really devoted to her, huh” she finally said, her tone an equal mixture of intrigue and confusion, with just a pinch of concern. “Does she feel the same way about you? Wanting you to succeed and everything?”

“Yes. Maybe. Well,” Hatou paused, considering the question. “I’ve never talked about this with her, not really. In our private moments, we’re more focused on...well... “

“Just having fun?” Oesta smirked, and in spite of himself Hatou smiled back at her. In the back of his mind, though, he was worried. He found himself mulling over that question in silence for a few moments—does she feel the same way about you? “I hope she does” Oesta spoke up, as if reading his mind. “You seem like you have a lot of love to give. Only fair for you to be with someone who gives it back”

“Yeah?” Hatou found himself looking at Oesta now, even as she was staring down into her drink. No one had said that to him before. Not even Eobea.

“Yeah” she looked up at him, their eyes meeting for the first time that night. “You’re a good guy. The galaxy needs good guys” Their eye contact held for all of five seconds, and when those five seconds passed, they both got the same feeling: either they looked away right then, or this night was going to take a new, serious, and probably wrong turn. They chose the former.

After another brief silence, spent largely with the two of them feigning great interest in opposite sides of the ocean view, Hatou regained his composure a little. “Thank you,” he finally said, “You’re very kind” Oesta responded with a barely audible mumble, which could have been anything from ‘You’re welcome’ to ‘Yeah, whatever’ to simply ‘mhm’, but whose sentiment was clear enough. Another, much longer silence followed, before Hatou finally downed the rest of his drink, sighed, and re-donned his helmet. “I...should probably get back inside, see how the princess is doing”

“Yeah...yeah, sure” Oesta muttered, re-donning her own helmet, mostly just as something to do. “Nice meeting you. Good luck with your lady, Sir...uh…”

“Hatou,” he finished. “Hatou Koros. And you’re—”

“Oesta...yeah” she said, the smile evident in her tone despite being hidden behind her helmet. Hatou had heard her name before, in the courtyard, but only from her father and only to scold her. Now, from her, the name sounded as it was meant to: strong, stable, and really kind of pretty. Even as Hatou was thinking this, Oesta was climbing up onto the balcony’s wall—and before he even registered that. she was hovering in the air with her jet pack. “See you around, Hatou” she said, rocketing away with the cold, seaborne wind. He watched her go, waving halfheartedly before sighing, standing up straight, and rejoining the party.

[nmikaelsonimagines]

Sky High: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: can u do one where reader is a good girl and Klaus falls for her but doesn’t want anyone to know. the mikaelsons have a ball and they (klaus and reader) both have a talk on the balcony? if u can’t, don’t worry! and thank u bby i appreciate your writing skills everyday

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

You didn’t like parties, so God only knows why you had decided to come to this one. And one hosted by a family of Original vampires, of all things. You had given into Caroline’s nagging, her pestering for you to go, let your hair down, she’d found you the perfect dress after all.

You would never tell her, but she was right, it was the perfect dress.

Apparently you weren’t the only one who thought so. You had seen him looking at you from across the room, his eyes full of admiration, of intrigue. Any girl who didn’t know who he was would have been flattered, perhaps even surprised that someone like him was showing interest in someone like her, but for you, it was just a normal look, one that he had thrown your way many times during his time in Mystic Falls.

You pretended not to notice, trying to ignore the little voice in the back of your head that wished for him just to come over and talk to you, to sweep you off your feet.

You had thought that, maybe, just maybe, tonight would have been that night. His hand on your waist, the other intertwining your fingers with his as you danced. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four. Hearts beating in synchronicity, your dress swirling around your feet, his lips ever so close to yours as he smiled at you.

But, no. He hadn’t asked, and you now found yourself out on the balcony, scolding yourself for getting your hopes up, for even having them in the first place, knowing who he was, what he had done, and what he was capable of.

You didn’t hear him join you.

He stood next to you in silence for a moment, his figure moving in your peripheral vision. It gave you a chance to study him, the blonde curls that framed his face, the blue eyes that seemed so much darker than the night sky, the way he wet his lips as if he were nervous. Nervous to actually speak to you.

He didn’t look at you, not directly. He faced the same way you were, overlooking the gardens, his hands clasped together as he rested his arms on the railing. He leaned his head towards you as he spoke, his voice, something you had always associated with anger, with rage, gentle, casual, almost normal.

“You know, you’re going to get cold out here soon.”

“I think I’ll manage.”

In that moment, Klaus Mikaelson turned to face you, as you did him, and you saw him up close for what felt like the first time. You saw every mark on his skin, every bristle of hair on his chin, every fleck of blue and gold in his eyes. You saw all the imperfections that should not have been there, and yet they were part of what made him so perfect.

“I’m Klaus, by the way,” he held out his hand and you took it, his skin touching yours for the first time, tiny little lightning bolts striking your palm with each movement as he shook it, “I don’t believe you and I have actually been formally introduced, Miss Y/N.”

“I know who you are, Klaus,” you smiled ever so slightly, letting go of his hand and turning round to face the view once again.

“Stunning view,��� Klaus continued to speak, “And the garden isn’t too bad either.”

You laughed.

“Is that really your opening line?”

“Is it working?”

You shrugged, aware of how Klaus had moved towards you ever so slightly. He looked out over the balcony, and you quickly threw a glance his way. He really was something.

“I do see you, Klaus. When you’re pretending that you’re not looking at me. Any particular reason why you don’t want anyone to know?”

“Why I don’t want anyone to know what?”

Well, if there was ever a time to be confident. You faced him again.

“That you’re interested in me.”

He turned, a sad smile on his face. It was strange, how you could feel so much adoration for someone who, really, you had only just met. How he clearly felt the same way.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“But you don’t even know me, not really.”

“I’d like to.”

You could have kissed him, wanted to even. But, you’d only just met him and you had strict rules about that. Kisses were for first dates, for dramatic moments like in the movies. This wasn’t one of those. This was...something else.

So you held his hand instead, his fingers interlocking with yours just how you had imagined earlier on in the evening.

“Stay here, with me, and you will.”

You both turned, looking out over the balcony once again, neither of you speaking, at least, not for the moment. You didn’t see the smile on his face, the way his eyes lit up every time he cast his gaze towards you. You were too busy drowning in your feelings, the ones you had never felt before, them being better than you could have ever imagined. You felt like you could touch the stars, sit on the moon, swim in the sky that no longer seemed out of your reach.

You felt like this was the beginning of something amazing, the top of the tower, high enough to never want to come down. Except-

“Klaus?”

“Mmm.”

“Do you mind if we go somewhere else? I’ve just remembered that I’m not great with heights and being almost sky high is taking its toll.”

Klaus Mikaelson laughed, and led you away, never letting go.

Masterlist

[malereader-inserts]

Twist of Fate

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Remus Lupin & Son!Reader Summary: Remus hates himself a lot, at least you have enough love for the both of you. Word Count: 2,217 Request: “not to be that person but please can you write some more angsty Remus x son!reader fics because I love that man so much and your writing is just. yes. like imagine how he'd react to finding out his son is being bullied, or how he'd react to his son almost dying, or maybe his son running away because of life is too much. the amount of ideas I have is insane sorry hhh, have a nice day though !! excuse my awkward ass rant !! - an awkward fanboy” A/n: Bold is the request I picked, might do the others idk yet, keep them coming bby I love Remus content. anyway, so I dial the ANGST to like off the scale. Research has been done here: 

Bite = Werewolf, Scratches = Scars that never heal nor fade but still human.

There was a funny feeling in your stomach.

It was brewing ever since Harry and Hermione dragged you in to follow your other best friend into the Whomping Willow. You tried to push it to the side as you and Hermione walk out the Whomping Willow behind your dad and what you all thought was Scabbers.

“Sorry about the words I said about your dad,” Hermione whispers to you as you wave her off, “I can understand why you’re very protective over him.”

“He’s all I have left, Hermione,” You say, you could tell the way your dad was angled when he was walking, he was listening in to the conversation no matter how much Hermione talks in hush tones, “Naturally, anyone would be protective.”

“Perhaps, but you are protective of your dad and admire him at the same time, most of the time children can’t be both.”

“To you,” You responded, coming out of the Whomping Willow and inhaling the fresh air, “I didn’t realise how stuffy that place was.”

“I can’t believe Harry attacked a teacher,”

“Hermione, you set Snape’s cloak on fire in our first year,” You reminded her as you and she stood around Ron, who was whimpering on the floor.

“And you accidentally misfired your spell last year in duelling club and hit Snape,” Hermione retaliated.

“No wonder Snape hates us so much,” Ron calls out from the floor, as you ruffled his hair.

You glanced over to your dad, who was snarling at his old friend. You look over to Harry and Sirius, who was looking at the dimly lit castle of the school. You looked at Hermione who was trying to calm Ron, who was busy freaking out that he was keeping a man as a pet.

“Ron, don’t make me hit you!” Hermione threatened as you snorted, “You didn’t know!”

“Yes, yes, you’re right...” Ron nods as You lifted him up from the ground to let him rest on the rock, “(Y/n)?”

“Yes, Ron?” You asked as you watched him in amused as he was still silently freaking out, “What’s the matter?”

“Harry-!” Hermione shouted behind you.

You let go of Ron’s arm to turn around to see what she was shouting about. Her arm stretched out and her finger pointing at the sky. One by one, all of you looked to the night sky to see the clouds parting and a full moon emerging.

Your eyes widen when you could hear your dad breathing turned into a wolf life pant.

“Dad!” You shouted as Sirius lunges forward to grip your dad.

Harry runs to you, Hermione picking up Ron and tugging you to huddle with them. You never really saw your dad shift into a werewolf hen you live with him, in fact, the doors of the cottage you lived with had three locks to make sure if his werewolf figure comes back to the house, he would struggle to hatch off three locks.

Not to mention, all three locks were placed with magical enchantments so therefore when you were just a small boy, you wouldn’t end up like how he became. You always hated seeing your dad ill after the full moon, learning to cook for you and your dad at such a young age and also tend to wounds. 

Remus was embarrassed at times because it should be him looking after you and yet here you were, a small young boy, looking after his only family left. But, now you were older, bigger, stronger and nevertheless smarter. 

“Remus, old friend... did you take your potion tonight?” Sirius asked, desperation withing his tone. Your dad, twitching, shakes his head.  “Run. All of you. Now!”   

But none of them does, transfixed, watching as bristles poke through Remus’ skin. You watched in horror as you could see that your dad was in immense pain. You weren’t scared, you were concern about your dad.

Black steps forward and wraps his arms around his friend, presses his mouth to his ear, “You know the man you truly are, Remus. This flesh is only flesh.” pounding Lupin's chest in desperation, crying for his best friend, “This heart is where you truly live, this heart! Here!”

Your dad drops his wand as Peter leaps to grab it only for Harry to aim his wand at Pettigrew.

“No!” Harry exclaimed as you snapped your head towards the rat foe, “Expelliarmus!”

Your dad’s wand flies from Pettigrew’s hand. Peter freezes before smirking at the group of you, your eyes widening, ripping from Hermione’s grip to leap onto the betrayer only to fall flat away from your friends as Peter turns into a rat.

You shuffled through the grass to grab your dad’s wand, as you looked up to see his bones growing larger, you gasped as you slowly stood up, you were a few meters away from your friends, but a big enough gap to know that it would be impossible to reach your friends.

A howl pierces the air and with a shrug, the werewolf was your dad once stood tosses Sirius into the air and stares at you. Green familiar eyes looking at you, almost sensing familiarity within your face.

“Dad?” You called out.

“(Y/n)!” Ron whispers loudly to you, trying to not attract any attention of the beast that was slowly itching itself towards you.

“Dad, please, it’s me - your son.”

With a howl, you jumped back only for the werewolf to slash the right of your collar down to your lowest rib and nicking your knee, to stop you from running away.

“(Y/n)!” Harry calls out, frantically, calling for his best friend.

You crash down to the floor, not having enough strength to pick yourself back up. You lie on your back, writhing in the pain of the claws that strike upon you and was above the werewolf’s head as it strikes again, from left to right of your torso. Barring its teeth to you as it was ready to chomp on you.

“Professor!” Hermione calls out.

“Hermione!” Ron whimpers pathetically, “What are you doing?”

“Saving our best friend,” Hermione hisses as the werewolf turns its head towards the noise and stepping away from you, “Professor?”

The werewolf leaves you, bleeding and gasping for air, struggling to stay awake. The werewolf starts to creep up to trio as Snape emerges from the Whomping Willow.

“There you are!”

The werewolf growls, Snape spinning on his heels to shield your friends, as the werewolf was about to strike down another scratch. Sirius emerge in his black dog form. The two fights, drawing it away from were you were suffocating as Harry breaks free from Snape.

Hermione, despite wanting to go after Harry, rushes to your side. Slowly blinking as you choke on the blood in your mouth. You were going dizzy as Snape came into the field of your blurry vision.

“(Y/n)?”

Hermione calls out, it sounded distanced away, you tried to grab her hand with one hand as the other hand clutches your father’s wand, as you lose your consciousness.

Harry looks over your sleeping form.

He and Hermione had returned from their time travelling experience as Ron was trying to find a position to be comfortable. You were unevenly breathing, wheezing would escape your lips.

You were wrapped up and bandaged up, most of the top half of your body, were wrapped with bandages now stained with blood. Wrapped perfectly, from your shoulder to around your torso. Your knee that as nicked slightly was also bandaged up.

“We better get some sleep, Harry,” Hermione says, ensuring that Ron was in fact asleep.

Harry looks down at you, you were having difficulty sleeping and he heard from Ron and Hermione about the chaos that Madam Pomfrey was displaying as she was desperately doing anything to keep you alive.

“He’ll be alright, yes?” Harry asked.

“Madam Pomfrey would not allow any student to die, not when it is preventable. (Y/n) is in good hands, he’ll be okay.”

“But, these are werewolf scratches, Hermione, they can’t be healed. They are forever on him.” Harry says softly, noticing how you were clutching your dad’s wand - Hermione says that even unconscious you wouldn’t let go of the wand.

“Yes, his recovery will be different, long and slow,” Hermione nods, placing a hand on her best friend, “(Y/n) will heal, even if they don’t seal or fade, he’ll recover.”

Harry nods, standing up, making his way toward to door with Hermione to get to bed. When the next day had arrived, you were the first to be awake, on the bright morning of 5 am.

Pomfrey tended to you as best as she could, as she was limited with your case. You were still wheezing, there was a pain when you breath and sharp daggers piercing you as you move.

“Can I see dad today?” You asked, hopeful, knowing full well that rumours had started and rumours would have reached him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Poppy says, dabbing your sweat away and helping you sit up so you can consume as much food you can take, “Rumours have started, deary, some involving you.”

“They’re not rumours if they’re true.”

“Yes, I know,” Poppy nods, “But, news spread quickly about you and your father.”

“I just want to see him, I promise I will be back, just an hour.”

Poppy looks at you, you were fiddling with your dad’s wand. Bringing up a bucket when you start coughing blood incase you start throwing up blood, you were truly struggling to breathe but you were very determined to see your dad.

“Okay, when it strikes eight, I want you to eat as much as you can and drink what I tell you. You won’t be going to any lessons unless I dismiss you,” Pomfrey says as you softly smile and nod.

Hours went past, you slowly regaining your strength as you slowly ate food. When it strikes eight in the morning, Pomfrey carefully places a rather oversize red sweater and hands you a walking stick for your knee.

“I can help you if need be,”

“It’s okay, it’s only down the hallway and some stairs,” You say, clutching your dad’s wand in hand as you bite through the sharp pain.

Poppy nods, allowing you to leave for a bit, you took your time to get to the DADA classroom, noticing it was empty as you slowly make your way up the stairs and to the office, where you can see your dad standing, his back faced towards the entrance of the door you stood.

“Looking for this?” You asked softly, watching him turn around to spot you holding his wand, “Peter almost stole it.”

Remus nodded, watching you slowly approach his desk and hand his wand. Remus stares at you, placing his wand on the desk as he manoeuvres around the desk to stand next to you. You looked at him with questioning eyes as he placed his hands on your cheek.

“Rumours are true,” He says softly, “I did attack you.”

“Dad-”

“No,” Remus recoils his hands away from you as he could see the bloody bandages peaking through the oversize red sweater, “I attacked you. I heard the rumours and-”

“Snape is quick with his silver tongue, dad,” You say but Remus was ignoring you.

“You almost died, what if you did die? I would have killed you,” Remus stressed out, stepping away from you, shutting his eyes as he runs his hand through his hair, “I would’ve killed you, my son, I’m a monster.”

With that, you let go of the walking stick and lunged into your dad with a hug. Ignoring the pain as you gripped your dad tightly, shutting your eyes tight like a child afraid of what was under his bed. Remus looks down at you surprised, slowly realising what has happened he lowers his arms down to embrace you. 

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” You mumbled but with his heighten hearing he could hear you, sobbing, “You’re not a monster, you’re my dad.”

“Okay, okay,” Remus kissing your hair, burying his face withing your tangle mess, “I’m sorry for saying that.”

He could hear your quiet tears, they were soft but weren’t as intense, soon you were coughing. This caused you to pull back to cover your mouth. Remus rubs your back as he lets you lean on his desk, him leaning on the desk next to you. 

“Think you deserve this,” Remus says pulling out chocolate from his jacket.

“It’ll make you feel better,” You both say in unison, a grin forming on your lips as you take the bar.

Remus chuckles as you, putting a hand on your shoulder to rub it, then pulling you to his side. 

“The moral of the story is that you can’t get rid of me so easily,” You jokes, mouth stuffed with chocolate as Remus barked out a laughter.

“Plan foiled again!” Remus joked back.

“Love you, Dad,” You mumbled into the bar of dairy goodness, “Whether you want it or not, that’s not for you to decide.”

“Trust me, my boy,” Remus kisses your temple, “I’d take all your love to see you live another day.”

“Don’t worry then, I have a lot of love for you.”

[coolandspice]

A Bold Request

Summary: One year after dating, Alice knocks on Lancelot’s door for a bold request.

Rating/Warning: Rated M for SMUT. Contains lemons, both in literal and fandomverse sense.

tagging: @yanumii  thanks bby for all the encouragement and help while I was writing this!

@kashimalin here it is! I hope you’ll like it. :)

It was a curious thing, Lancelot thought, how the rush over Alice never faded for him even after dating for quite some time now. When he heard a knock from the door connecting their rooms, he’s immediately on his feet. The book he was previously reading now lay by the coffee table. His heart beats excitedly in his chest as he turned on the doorknob. It then climbed into a staccato as he sees her standing before him, her lips curled in a lovely smile. She’s an ethereal vision in her silk night gown. It’s a marvel he hasn’t dropped to his knees yet and started worshiping the ground she’s standing on.

“Hello,” she greeted as she looked up at him and met his eyes. He could drown in those orbs, blue as clear skies and just as lovely.

Instead, he returned her smile and greeted her back. “Hi.”

They paused for a moment as they regarded each other, lost in each other’s presence, both sets of blue eyes shining with adoration and love for the other.

Alice broke the eye contact first and took a step forward towards him. “I’m here for a lovers’ tryst.” She winked at him playfully, hinting at that one time he told her those exact words.

He chuckled at the memory. He stepped back to invite her inside his room. “Come in, then.”

The scent of rosewater soap tickled his nose as she walked past him. He shut the door behind him as he reached out and pulled her to himself for an embrace, pressing her back to his chest. “I missed you.” He tells her as he buried his nose on her neck. She easily melted in his arms, her body quickly turned pliant and soft.

“We had dinner together, silly.” She quipped as she regained control of herself again. She turned her head slightly to face him. “But I admit I missed you too.”

Lancelot’s arms loosen around her and she turned around to face him fully. She smiled coyly at him before closing her eyes and tilted her head just ever so slightly. The King of Hearts knew when his girlfriend wants a kiss and he’s more than willing to indulge her. He held her by the chin and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. She sighed happily when he pulls away after.

Alice then reached for his hand and laced their fingers together. “Let’s sit.” She took the lead to the couch and settled herself among the plush cushions. Lancelot happily seated himself beside her.

“I’ve been baking with Jonah earlier.” she started, showing the small package wrapped in paper in her hand. “But don’t tell him I sneaked some for us tonight, okay?” she smiled mischievously. “They’re supposed to be served for dessert tomorrow.”

Lancelot can’t help the smile that formed on his lips as he nodded. “What have you got?”

She opened the package and a fragrant, citrusy smell wafted in the air. “Lemon bars.”

“You’re about to put Edgar out of business.”

“I don’t think so.” She giggled as she set the lemon bars on the coffee table. “I still don’t know where he gets those rare gummies so I’m hardly a threat to him.”

Lancelot nodded as he pours tea for both of them, the pot still hot enough from his evening tea earlier. He accepted the lemon bar Alice offered him and took a bite. “This is good.”

“I’m glad you like them.” Alice has finished hers as well. “I know it’s your favorite.”

He nods, delighted that Alice has taken notice of this fact. He never realized that he had a preference for sour treats until she pointed it out to him. But he felt something is off with how she’s acting so he decided to go ahead and bite the bait. “These will be perfect to be used as bribe.”

Alice almost choked on her tea, her cheeks quickly turning red as she squirmed in her seat.

Bingo. Lancelot hid a small smile behind his teacup. He fixed her an amused stare, silently telling her to state her case.

Alice put her teacup down slowly. Lancelot put down his teacup too. “I was hoping you would let me sleep with you tonight.”

Lancelot gaped owlishly for a second, visibly taken back by Alice’s words. But the way Alice squirmed so cutely as she waited for his answer brought a wicked smile on his lips. “Such a bold request.”

“I-Well - I mean –“she stammered to explain herself, the blush on her cheeks now spreading up to the tips of her ears.

Lancelot saved her from further embarrassment by putting a finger on her lips, effectively stopping her from talking. “But my answer will always be ‘yes’. You’re always welcome here, my love.”

Alice deflated, shoulders sagging slightly in relief. A small smile returned to her lips as she looked up to Lancelot in gratitude. “Thank you.”

The finger on her lips slid to her chin, tilting her head as Lancelot kissed her again. Alice happily reciprocated, expressing her gratitude into their kiss. The chaste kiss quickly turned into a passionate one as Lancelot pulls Alice closer to him until they had to break off for a much needed gasp of air.

“This request of yours,” Lancelot managed to ask as he breathes in her scent, “does it only include sleeping?”

A conspiratorial smile formed on Alice’s lips as she answered, “I was also hoping you’ll be open for more than sleeping.”

Lancelot chuckled lowly. “You only had to ask.” He kissed her again as he scooped her up from the couch. “Let’s get you to bed.”

He lay her slowly on his bed, her hair sprawled like a halo on his sheets. She got up to a kneeling position as he climbed up after her. She’s eager to resume their kiss, her need for him overwhelming all reason within Lancelot. Soon enough, he’s touching her as she looped her hands behind his neck. He couldn’t get enough of how soft and sensual she is, so he pulled her even closer, grinding his hips against hers. She gasped as she felt his desire which further emboldened Lancelot to kiss her even deeper. His tongue invaded her mouth, seeking hers. He groaned when he found her, while one hand held fast on her thigh while the other started sliding her night gown off her shoulder.

He kissed her neck down to the top of her breasts as he tugged at offending material off her body until she’s gloriously naked beneath him. “Beautiful. Always so beautiful.” He told her as he took a nipple to his mouth. Alice could only moan raggedly under his ministrations until she’s gasping from too much pleasure.

“Lancelot,” she gasped again as Lancelot caressed her slit. He marvels at how wet she is, almost dripping with desire for him. “I need you. Please.”

Her plea blazed the desire within Lancelot so strongly that in mere seconds, he has shed off his clothes. In the next second, he’s opening Alice’s legs to get himself in position. She’s glistening and Lancelot couldn’t wait to feel her wrapped around him.

There’s almost no resistance as he slowly sheathed himself into her. He reveled at the tantalizing feeling of being connected with her, deeming it a miracle that he can become one with a precious person like her. “I love you.” He tells her repeatedly as he moved his hips in and out of her. His speed picks up as Alice’s moans got louder and louder until she’s screaming her release underneath him. Fortunately he’s not too far behind, his release triggered by Alice’s.  

He pulled out of her as soon as he regained some of his strength.

“That was wonderful.” Alice whispered to him, scooting close to his chest.

“You’re the wonderful one, love.” He pulled on the sheets around themselves. “I love you.”

Alice sighed happily, her breath tickling his skin. “I love you too, Lancelot.”

It was not too long until the couple drifted off to a satisfied sleep.

                                                 ******

Lancelot woke up to the golden sunlight lighting up his room. Alice is still there beside him, sleeping soundly. He slowly shifted in bed, careful not to wake her up and kissed the top of her head.

Then he slowly got out of the bed and started to redress himself with a pair of pants. He opened the drawer of his bedside table to get Alice’s gift. It’s a good thing he had the foresight to keep it hidden or it would have ruined his surprise for Alice. He even asked Sirius’ sister for a tip on how to keep it fresh when he got it from Canis Major. He can’t wait to see if she’ll like his gift.

“Lancelot?” she called softly, blindly feeling up the space beside her where he slept. Her eyes were still close.

“I’m here.” He answered as he took her probing hand and laced their fingers together. “Wake up, my love.”

Alice slowly opened her eyes, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. Her blue eyes were still glassy from sleep but soon enough they regained their clarity when she looked up to Lancelot. “Good morning.” She greeted him softly.

“Good morning.”

Alice sat up slowly, pulling on the sheets for some decency. “Lancelot, Happy Anniversary.”

Again, she has managed to surprise Lancelot. “You remembered?”

She nodded shyly. “It’s been 12 full moons since I decided to stay here in Cradle.”

“You’re not changing your mind now, are you?” Lancelot asked jokingly.

“I’m not.” Alice shook her head. “It has been the most wonderful year for me. That’s why I asked to sleep here last night. I wanted to be the first one you see today as I wanted you to be my first sight as well.”

“Alice.” Lancelot was thoroughly touched with Alice’s thoughtfulness. He could only hope that he can express his feelings for her through his gift. So he picked up the single long-stemmed white rose on the bedside table and offered it to Alice. “Happy Anniversary, Alice.”

Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the flower. Lancelot could practically see the memories flashing in her mind. After all, the flower held a special meaning for their relationship.

Alice took the flower with trembling hands. “Thank you. It’s lovely.” She brought the blossom to her nose and smelled its mellow fragrance. A smile formed at her lips as happiness filled her.

“I’m glad you liked it. I know it’s your favorite.”

Alice giggled as she realized he was repeating her words from yesterday. “I should have prepared a gift for you as well.”

Lancelot shook his head as he wrapped his arm around her, his hand settling on her waist. “You don’t have to. I’m already happy as it is. Waking up next to you is the greatest gift.”

Alice pursed her lips in protest. “Still, it’s our anniversary. I want to give you something.”

Lancelot hummed as he thought of an idea. “Then how about you grant me a bold request?”

Alice nodded excitedly. “If it’s within my ability, I’ll be happy to give it to you.”

Lancelot twisted himself to hold her face. He leaned close to her, close enough for their noses to touch. Alice visibly shivered at his touch. “Then, I request that you stay by my side for a lifetime’s worth of full moons. Alice, will you stay with me?”

Alice’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Yes Lancelot, I’ll always stay with you.”

In that moment, Lancelot was filled with happiness. One year ago, he was alone fighting Amon. One year ago, he thought he was about to die. But it was also one year ago when he met this wonderful person and changed his life forever. Now, he can’t imagine a time in his life without Alice by his side.

[chimchimchoo]

Fly Me to the Moon :: Ch 4

Genre: Pure fluff crack

Word Count: 1,506

Pair: Yoongi x Jimin

Collaborated with @tayvengeance

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

“CHEER UP THIS SAD, EMO BOY!”

02-222-3333

Jimin stared at the note on the bathroom wall for a solid 5 minutes before he pulled out his phone and typed in the number.

authors note: we do not own any of the pictures, for better formatting so it’s more comfortable to read, check it out on AO3! AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14944508/chapters/34790039 Twitters: Tae’s Sujin’s <3 - Tae & sujin

Chat With Hobi_wan_kenobi

2015.12.26

12:00

SUGA:

Hey

Hobiiiiiii

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

Hyungg

MY SUGAR

MERRY (belated) CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!

SUGA:

You messaged me merry christmas everyday

from the 20th until yesterday

and even though Christmas is over

you are STILL at it

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

*gASP*

Sugar, every day is christmas until January

why are you like this to me :(

don’t kill my christmas spirit

speaking of christmas

did you have a bANGIN NIGHT?

SUGA:

why did you crop that pic of all of us

NO ONE IS SAFE FROM BECOMING A MEME

also

We didn’t have sex

why is that your first thought

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

i’m extremely disappointed

i’ve seen the way you two look at each other

did you at least TELL HIM YOUR FEELINGS?

come on, we all know you two are so whipped for each other

come o  n

SUGA:

I told him.

He reciprocated

we kissed a few times (a lot)

I held him as we slept

Woke up with him

god, do you know how amazing it is to fall asleep

and wake up with someone you love?

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

Oh?

oH

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCKING FINALLY

THANK THE MOTHER FUCKING LORD

TOOK YOU TWO LONG ENOUGH

If either of you hadn’t done anything about it anytime soon

i owuld have smashed your heads together mySELF

SUGA:

You all act as if we’ve been in love for years

and have been putting off our engagement.

I’ve literally known Jimin for like a month.

and

AND

SOCIAL ANXIETY PREVENTS ME FROM HAVING

SIMPLE CONVERSATIONS, OKAY

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

yes i understand that sugar

but in all my years knowing you

i’ve never seen you once look at anyone like this

besides a fucking piano

(at least its a human this time)

(thank fucking god)

SUGA:

IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS GONNA FUCK MY PIANO

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

there arE KINKS OUT THERE HYUNG

KINKS YOU COULDN’T POSSIBLY IMAGINE

it’s okay i’ll love and accept you however you are

:)

SUGA:

My only kink is the way Jimin looks at me

when I know he’s thinking about us

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

jesus christ hyung

you’re whipped

SUGA:

I know.

I am.

Help me.

I don’t know what to do.

I can’t ruin this.

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

this is very cliche

but just keep being yourself hyung

chim chim obviously likes you for who you are

SUGA:

But

what if I do something

and he realizes just how messed up I am?

I can’t bring him home to my family.

Will that ever come between us?

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

Hyung

he likes /you/

not your family

I think the description i wrote before,

“sad emo boy”

just about summed up who you are

and he was drawn in just by those words

you don’t have anything to be concerned about hyung

I hear him mutter about you during dance breaks

and worry about whether you’re getting any sleep or not

it’s kind of disgusting how much he worries

SUGA:

He texts me a lot late at night.

checking in on me.

I kind of look forward to those texts.

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

well i mean

he is your /boyfriend/ now

what kind of person would you be

if you didn’t

SUGA:

Holy shit.

He’s my boyfriend.

I have a boyfriend

And his name is Park Jimin

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

damn fucking right you do

now go tell that to the whole world

Chat With YOU MOTHERFUCKERS STOP CHANGING THE CHAT NAME

2015.12.26

12:30

SUGA:

Hey

guys

I’m dating Jimin

can you believe?

My Boyfriend Is Park Jimin

iq.148:

look at him you guys

the emo boy is whipped

Worldwide Handsome:

About time you two got together.

Kookie Monster:

But lik Jimins a whol soft boy

nd ur a whol emo boy

The.V.Zone:

YES. Y E S

I FUCKIF TOLD U GYUS THAT THEY WOULD HIT IT OFF ON CHRISTMAS

Kookie hun bun i kno ur my lovely bf but u owe me $50

Kookie Monster:

they warnd me abt ths in High school musical

i shldv known

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

SUGA:

WAIT YOU BET ON THIS, TAE?

The.V.Zone:

oh cum on

it was 2 easy

evryone was in on it too

rite guise

iq.148:

what

uh

no

Worldwide Handsome:

I did no such thing.

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

tae what are you on?

Kookie Monster:

Tae, tht was jst u n me

The.V.Zone:

oh damn

well i have $50 now

DRINKS ON ME GUYS

except for kook

Kookie Monster:

u cnt use a minrs money 2 buy drinks

The.V.Zone:

oh shush honey

money iz money

juss give it to me in cash boo

in fact chim chim is going to yoongi’s tonight

just come over

u kno

come over™

SUGA:

ew don’t solicit sex from Jungkook on this chat

iq.148:

jesus christ taehyung

go fold your laundry or something

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

Worldwide Handsome:

You know, sugar free cereal was created to help young boys

to stop masterbating, because people believed the sugar in

their cereal caused impure thoughts.

SO STOP EATING THE SUGAR FREE CEREAL

AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

The.V.Zone:

yes mom™

SUGA:

Speaking of Jimin

where is he?

I thought FOR SURE my boyfriend would have something

to say regarding my initial message

The.V.Zone:

he’s prolly busy eating sugar free cereal

Kookie Monster:

but he dsnt need

wait

WAIT

th cereal stops u frm jackn off

i get it now

The.V.Zone:

oh you innocent boy you

my baby boo

this is why i love you

iq.148:

jesus christ

Worldwide Handsome:

Mochi_Moves:

I woke up to 65 messages

what’s going on

Aww Mint Yoongi

look at you

telling the whole world i’m your boyfriend

c:

i love waking up to sweet things

SUGA:

You went BACK to sleep after I went home?

baby, we could have stayed in bed longer if you

were tired.

Mochi_Moves:

Its hard to sleep when you’re on my mind all night c:

wait WHEN DID TAE MAKE A BET ON US

Worldwide Handsome:

Oh my goD!

They are so domESTIC~

Kookie Monster:

aftr u sent th frst txt to him

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

I’m gonna throw up

they’re so fucking cute

The.V.Zone:

Kook honey why dont u luv me like this

SUGA:

Hoseok I’ll make you rue the day u called me emo

Mochi_Moves:

but honey if he didn’t

he wouldn’t have written your number on the stall

and we would have never met like this :c

Kookie Monster:

ur not a rmantic lik yoongi

SUGA:

Call me emo boy in every universe, so that I know

Jimin will find me in each one.

Mochi_Moves:

Awww Mint Yoongi

you’re making me blush

<3

iq.148

eugh

stop

pls

Worldwide Handsome:

luckily the other one is always in his producing room

so while we do live with him

we like never see him

It’s like living with Batman.

We know The Batman lives with us, but we only ever see Bruce Wayne.

SUGA:

damn I have enough emotional baggage to be compared

to Batman.

Kookie Monster:

Iv nvr seen Yoongi n Batman in th same room

iq.148:

Kook…

The.V.Zone:

oh honey, this is why i luv u

Mochi_Moves:

He’s always in the producing room??

Does he at least come out to eat??

Jin hyung do you feed him?

Does he sleep?

Worldwide Handsome:

You think I slave away making the finest cuisine available

in my price range and DON’T force him to eat it?

Trust me, I get him to eat.

It’s when I have to work late and can’t make dinner that he’s

on his own.

Mochi_Moves:

I’m glad I can count on you hyung c:

iq.148:

why am I never around for Jin’s best meals :(

SUGA:

Try not working the graveyard shift

Then maybe you’d get to eat the delicious meals he makes

Worldwide Handsome:

I mean I label the tupperware with the leftovers.

What more do you want from me?

Is it too much work to open a fucking refrigerator, Namjoon?

SUGA:

holy shit take this to the roomie chat

Kookie Monster:

Tae my mum said I cn com ovr tonite btw

The.V.Zone:

ahh yes

come over™

Hobi_wan_kenobi

jfc tae keep it in your pants

Worldwide Handsome:

HE ASKED HIS MOTHER PERMISSION TO COME OVER TO

YOUR PLACE

NOT CUM ALL OVER YOUR PLACE

JFC

The.V.Zone:

yes mom™

Mochi_Moves:

Honey I don’t think I should come over tonight

someone needs to babysit these two

SUGA:

Mochi_Moves:

or

you can come babysit with me

c:

The.V.Zone:

no plz

i dont want to see u 2 droolin over each other

SUGA:

okay, but like weren’t you two literally together

the entire week of christmas?

why the rush to have Kookie over, Tae?

The.V.Zone:

:)

iq.148:

that smile concerns me

Kookie Monster:

Tae, u said wed wtch all th Iron Man mvies

SUGA:

This is so innocent

Worldwide Handsome:

I don’t think Jungkook knows how to even kiss with

a lil bit of tongue.

The.V.Zone:

you clearly don’t know him :)

Mochi_Moves:

tae please keep this to yourself thx

Kookie Monster:

Taeeee wat lies r u feedn

SUGA:

Jungkook… ISN’T innocent?

Is

Is that what I’m getting?

Kookie Monster:

>.<

dnt lisn to Tae

The.V.Zone:

he’s full of surprises I tell u

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The.V.Zone:

it’s just u n me bby

Kookie Monster:

ur tearin ths famly aprt

The.V.Zone:

i only need u in my life <3

Kookie Monster: