#leaf rolling crickets

[klausysworld]

Hear me out.....

I have this idea for you... hear me out.

Reader is camping in mystic falls....klaus just broke his wolf curse. His first rut hits him and he runs into the woods. He gets a whiff of a very good smelling scent. He follows it. Turns out he has a mate and she is not a super creature but a human. Hear me out now.... she's his true mate...and he considers her his omega.

So when he approaches her she's like a tad bit freaked out but she feels that same pull to him he does with her. She sits down on the ground and klaus let's her pet him...

Let's just say this reader is into...werewolves cause she reads a lot of fanfiction so in her mind her wildest dreams are about to come true.  And you can put two and two together.

Wolf!klaus fucking his human!reader as his mate. And after that moment they became inseparable. Your welcome. 😌

Dream or Reality?

Klaus ran far and fast, the pads of his paws thudding against the ground, wind blowing through his fur and that delightful rush of adrenaline had his undead heart pounding.

He dismissed Elijah’s annoyed callings for him and continued to enjoy the freedom he had longed for.

Everything was so intense now, even more that it already was. Every chirp of a cricket, every buzz of a bee, every crinkle of a leaf and every flap of a birds wings. He could hear for miles on end. As he looked around at his surroundings, the greens were brighter, the sky bluer. The the mud and blades of grass against his paws could each be individually felt and when he inhaled deeply, a wave of scents filled his lungs.

However one in particular stood out.

He made a sudden stop, his body skidding to a halt and his ears pointed straight up as he sniffed a few more times. His mouth watered and he pressed his snout down, following the delicious scent, chasing it as he heard the hum of a girl.

He slowed gradually and followed her as she weaves through the trees, a basket in hand which was filled with a range of wild berries. He sat down and watched as she picked from a large bush of blackberries, leaning a little closer to smell just how lovely she was. It had his claws digging into the ground and his tail beating the floor.

His eyes shone gold, bleeding into red as she bent right the way over to pick up her basket once she was finished picking from the high parts. Her short, flowy dress allowing him to see just about everything as her matching white thong left very little to the imagination.

Oh how he wanted to run up behind her and shove his mouth into her cunt. If she smelled this delicious, he could only dream of her taste.

But instead he decided to wait, follow her some more until it began to get dark and her stroll came to a stop. He looked around at the clearing she had chosen to rest at. Klaus kept low to the ground, the grass and flowers not hiding him as well as he might’ve hoped but enough.

He took a few tentative steps as she sat down against the grass, just watching the sun set. Her skin glowed under the golden hue and her hair lay beautifully against her skin. The white of her dress complimented her skin tone wonderfully, he could onto imagine how soft it would be against his tongue.

The thought alone had him walking straight to her, his muzzle brushing her shoulder making her freeze in place. Her head slowly turned to face him, wide eyes staring back at him and her breathing came to a stop.

He slowly sat before her, her lips parted slightly as he rolled his shoulders back and he sat tall before her. Her head tilted back to take in his height, a nervous breath leaving her as a soft growl rumbled through him.

She looked so weak in-front of him, so small and innocent. Oh how he knew he could just eat her up, in many ways.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, shock written all across her as maintained eye contact with him for as long as possible. He found it amusing how she tried to stand her ground by holding his stare, he allowed her to win this, allow her to feel as though she may have the upper hand.

Klaus brought himself down to lay on his forearms and back legs, his chest barely touching the grass below.

Her hand very slowly lifted, she held it out with fear flashing through her and a twinge of curiosity as he sniffed her hand. He groaned at the addictive scent of her blood underneath the surface and licked the soft skin of her palm. She giggled quietly at the tickle of his tongue as he dragged it up her arm and her other hand pet his head gently.

“Wow” she whispered under her breath and a smile tugged at her lips as he pulled his face away and looks down at her through hooded eyes. His head tilted when he caught the scent of something rather sweet. His tail whipped side to side when he realised the source of the delicious smell and lowered his head. Her eyes widened when his nose pressed to her lower belly and she gasped softly.

Her hands ran through his fur on his neck and down his back, well as far as her arms could reach from her seated position. When she leaned forward to touch his tail he took the opportunity to get his head under her skirt, the top of his snout pressed to her panties making her jolt and squeal.

“Shit” she whispered when she fell forward in surprise onto her hands and knees over the top of him. She kept still, unsure what her best move could be here, she couldn’t make any sudden movements, it might spook him and she didn’t exactly want to be with a violent wolf when it’s nose was rubbing against her panties.

An involuntary moan left her when his long, warm tongue pressed against her and she quickly rolled to her side and onto her back.

“Oh gods” she whispered when the wolf stood over her, licking his lips and sniffing her intently. She looked up wide eyed and even more so when he barked quietly at her before pressing his nose to the valley if her breasts.

Her mouth opened and closed as she stared into his eyes, a strange glint in them that told her he was definitely more than he looked.

Dear god she read too many werewolf fanfics. She was in a field with a fucking huge animal trying to feel her up and she liked it way more than she probably should.

“Okay, okay” she uttered to herself while slowly pushing herself up to be sitting again but he didn’t move, instead her face was hidden in his chest and his rustic scent was filling her head. She groaned softly at the addicting smell and found herself nuzzling her nose against his fur.

Klaus watched in both amusement and lust, his front leg lifted to wrap around her, his large paw holding the back of her head in encouragement as she huffed him in. Warmth spread through him, pooling at the pit of his stomach as her hands tugged his fur. God he needed to have her right now, make her his before anyone else could get even the slightest view of her.

His nose sniffed at the top of her head, her hair freshly washed and soft. Her cheek pressed to his chest and a small moan left her as he stepped forward and pressed a paw to her now damp underwear. His tail wagged and he turned his head to lick the shell of her ear and make her squirm.

She fell back against the grass as he pressed his nose to her throat to gently push her downwards.

“Fuck fuck fuck” she chanted as she closed her eyes and felt the warmth of his tongue along her neck. His teeth caged her throat, the action should’ve made her reek with fear but a low growl erupted from his chest at the flow of arousal she released as he bit down gently. Her hands latched onto his fur tightly, keeping his teeth in her as he pierced past the skin to leave his mark. “Oh god” she breathed as he licked over the wounds more moving his snout further down her body.

“This can’t be happening” she whispered as his canines nibbled along the swell of her breasts and pushed the top of her dress down to have more access. Klaus tugged at the fabric but she didn’t move to take it off making him huff and bark at her.

She looked back at him confused and shook her head slowly making him grumble before grabbing the skirt of the sundress and pulling it up making her yelp as he exposed her thong. Her hand moved to cover herself and she groaned when she realised how wet she was, not noticing the way his tail wagged rapidly when she pushed them down off her legs. “What am I doing” she mumbled to herself before glancing to the wolf.

“Sit” she whispered unsure but he did so and her eyes widened. “Okay” she laughed slightly and stood up, entertained by the fact he followed her. “Go on, go home” she shooed him, but he kept his nose nice and close to the source of her scent and followed her until she stopped at a large teepee tent. She sighed and went inside, closing it up before Klaus could step in making him growl softly.

Not that it was an issue, he just powered his way through and drank in the sight before him. Seeing her pull off her dress and pull out a skimpy pair of pyjamas. Perfect for his eyes but he also hated that she would come to an open area, anyone could come by, and wear such lack of clothing.

She shrieked when she turned to see him stood before her and grabbed her sleeping bag to cover herself. It wasn���t appreciated apparently as he showed her by grabbing the end of it and pulling it roughly like a dog would a tug toy. Her hold on it was nothing compared to his and she ended up fully naked again for his eager eyes.

“What the actual fuck” she whispered looking back at him with a slightly fearful, slightly aroused look in her eyes while his shone with lust and hunger.

Her legs pressed together, her hands awkwardly hiding her sex from his view. She took a reluctant step back as he stalked toward her much like a predator does his prey before closing her eyes nervously and praying to god that this animal wouldn’t eat her.

Oh but he wanted to, just a little differently to the way she was thinking.

So when his tongue licked at her slightly shaky hands, she moved them slowly in anticipation. Her eyes flew open when he nuzzled his nose between her thighs, nudging them apart and locking his eyes on hers and his tongue curled between them. “Oh fuck” she breathed as it slid along her folds, then between them until the tip of his tongue stroked her clit.

“This isn’t real. This isn’t real.” She told herself “it’s just a dream” she whispered with a long breath, her hands moving to pet the top of his head. If it were a dream then she could do this, just live out her dirty fantasies and wake up in the morning all hot and sweaty.

Klaus chuckled in his head at her words and continued his actions. Her hands in his fur felt delightful, and her taste on his tongue was more than heavenly. Her body was so beautiful from where he was, looking straight up at her. Her face was looking up, avoiding his stare making his tail wag lowly as he buried his face further into her cunt, tongue deep inside her and the blunts of his teeth nibbling the hood of her clit to have her thighs trembling, legs struggling to keep her stood up. Her nails dug into his scruff and her knees went weak.

He let his eyes fall closed as he focused solely on her. She was overwhelming in every aspect but he couldn’t stop craving her. Such an addictive taste, smell, feel. Her slippery pink flesh was so incredibly soft, smooth like silk and he could only imagine how it will feel around his shaft as he slides in and out of her.

His tongue reached up into her, feeling for and finding that spongey little spot within her. One stroke of his tongue was all it took for her legs to give out, knees hitting the base of the tent as she moaned loudly. Her arms moved out to ease herself down as she laid on her back, thighs open for him to indulge between.

“Fucking hell” she uttered under her breath as her hands grabbed him tightly and kept his face right against her. Her fucks bucked and a sharp cry left her when his cold nose rubbed at her hot clit, his tongue continuously curling inside her until she was spilling her pleasure into his mouth. Moaning loudly with no control over herself as she came over his muzzle, she pushed herself up on her elbows to watch him tongue dart out to lap up every drop.

His dark, dangerous eyes gazed right into hers, hunger was all she could see as he licked his snout clean with a low rumble echoing through him.

Klaus couldn’t think about anything else. He needed to have her right now. He took a seat before her, he looked down between his legs to see he his long, thick cock stood in desperate need of attention. He glanced back to her, seeing her lips parted and eyes dark as she whimpered at the sight of it. He sat a little taller as she crawled forward, nervously looking up to him every few movements before she was right in-front of him. God she looked pathetically tiny compared to him like this, and he loved it.

Her small soft hands reached forward to get a gentle hold on his cock. A grunt instantly left his throat as she kept her eyes on his, waiting incase he reacted threateningly. Her eyes flickered between his face and his dick, her breathing getting heavier as both her hands slid up and down his length, his thickness filling both hands more and more as she stroked him.

“Jesus fucking Christ” she whispered when she looked at it a little too long, watching a spurt of pre-cum leak down him making her spread it all over his cock. A soft moan left her lips when his hips jerked forward and she glanced to him before slowly leaning down.

Klaus’ tail whipped side to side as her breath ghosted his tip, growl like groans leaving him before he choked on his breath as her plump lips pressed to his cock. A gasp left her and he looked down to see if something was wrong but he felt her suckling at the slit telling him everything was just perfect.

His hips jumped forward, his claws digging into the ground as he stretched her mouth open. She moaned in pain at the sting of her face but his taste was so rich and addicting that she just ignored it.

Klaus rose so he was stood up instead of sat, his hips rocking into her little mouth as she sent a flow of vibrations down him. She too was on all fours as she seemingly tried to swallow him down. His head leaned down to lick over the top of her ass, the softness of his tongue making her whimper around his succulent cock. His tongue dipped down between her cheeks to taste her once more, and of course to feel the moans she released around him again.

He listened as his little mate choked around him as his swollen tip knocked as far back as it could. Her poor throat contracted around it until she gagged and he stepped back to spare her. She coughed a little and sucked at his tip a little more before pulling back to catch her breath.

Klaus stood tall and turned around, still stood over her but now in a position ready to mouth her. Though she was so small infront of him he would be nearly lead down to fuck her.

He licked her back softly as her breathing sped up and her head looked over her shoulder to see his strong form over her. She let out a lengthy breath, a small nod to her head she she tried to mentally prepare herself for the step she was taking.

Klaus’s back legs bent to bring himself lower, his large cock going between her legs and sliding against her dripping cunt. He admired how soaked she was, he wondered how long she had fantasised of this position. To be fucked by a werewolf.

Though her loud moan told him it must’ve been a while as his tip pushed inside her. Her pussy clung to him tightly and her gasps for breath were obvious as her little body stretched for him. Klaus wouldn’t have been surprised if she came as soon as he thrust himself inside her from the way her body reacted.

Klaus wasn’t sure if this was exactly ethical but neither one of them seemed to exactly care very much about morals at that moment. She tilted her head back to look up at him, his tail wagged at the sight of her glossy eyes. Her mouth opened and a whimpered “Please” left her soft lips. He listened to her pleas, bucking his hips forward and listening to the scream that she released as her head fell back forward to look down. His front paws pushed against the tent floor to thrust himself back and forth slowly.

Her moans were melodic, her velvet walls tight. Klaus only wished he could whisper his filthy thoughts to her.

He shifted his from legs, his paws grabbing onto her hips and his claws digging into her skin making her hiss. Her pain only lasted a second as his hips began to abruptly thrust faster.

“Oh fuck” she yelled as he roughly humped into her. He stood strong on his back legs, lifting her lower region up as he pounded her from behind, quite literally like a wild animal. Her palms lay flat against the ground as her body jolted forward each time his swelled tip smacked her cervix.

His panted grunts filled the air as well as her rapid breaths and moans. The tent felt much smaller as the air got thicker. Hard thrusts knocked the air out of her every second, sharp breaths leaving her as she felt her cunt spasm around his dick. Klaus fucked her faster, harder at the feel of her slippery walls squeezing him desperately.

Klaus felt something extra sensitive growing at the base of his cock and hitting against her tight little hole. She let out a pleasant cry as she felt herself be stretched out further.

Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open at the feel of his wolf’s knot shove in and out of her.

Klaus’s mind clouded over, he barely registered how her body shook and her screams got loud enough for the whole forest to hear. All he focused on was getting his knot so deep inside her that she was bound to him forever. His wolf clawed at her waist and hips as his hind legs steadied to fuck her as roughly as he could.

Her cunt clamped around him tightly, his knot locking inside her making her cry in pleasure when their orgasms mixed. His stuffing her full of his seed and hers exploding down her thighs. Her body fell exhausted immediately, the knotting taking its toll as it should for first time mates.

Klaus pulled out and whined as her arms gave out under her and she hit the ground with a thud. His tongue was on her face, trying to wake her up but she was barely conscious.

He circled her for a full minute before curling around her, wrapping her frame in his warmth.

His snout squeezed between her thighs which desperately tried to squeeze together. He lapped his tongue against her folds, cleaning her cunt and thighs so she wouldn’t feel sticky when she woke.

Klaus stayed awake while she slept. She slept for nearly 16 hours but he didn’t move. He abandoned any plans of hunting and terrorising civilians like he had originally wanted to when he released his wolf and instead smuggled his mate. He found himself with his muzzle in her pussy nearly every few hours no matter how hard he tried to resist, he knew it was making her sleepier but god he just couldn’t help himself. At least he managed to stop himself from fucking her again, he can only imagine how she would scream herself awake.

But he was able to hold some of his desires inside.

He kept her warm and safe for over half a day. Even when she woke, she was still drowsy and wasn‘y up to moving so he kept her comfy and pleased.

They both seemed to forget that the woods were open to anyone walking past. Elijah made the futile mistake of thinking his brother was killing the girl onto to find him with his furry face between her legs. Klaus nearly ripped his eyes out of his head.

Elijah left and returned a full day later with both men’s and women’s clothes, tossing them into the tent.

Klaus had turned back a few hours before and had to confirm the girls dreams, he was a werewolf.

“Hybrid actually” he told her and her eyes widened making him chuckle and kiss her lips softly. She wasn’t expecting such gentleness from the animal which had ruined her poor pussy but there he was, rubbing her skin to keep her warm and encouraging her to keep her eyes closed.

Klaus growled when Elijah threw the clothes in but somewhat appreciated it anyway.

He dressed y/n and then himself, scooping her into his arms and kissing her cheek.

“We’re going on a trip sweetheart, we’ll be finding many more werewolves and I’ll teach you everything you can know about the supernatural” he told her with a soft smile and slow strokes her hair as she nuzzled his chest.

[crevicedwelling]

the Gryllacrididae (leaf-rolling or raspy crickets) are one of my favorite orthopteran families: large, cricket-like animals with spiny limbs that hint at their predatory nature, and the unique feature of silk glands with which they use to tie leaves into secure shelters.

I saw a few species in Costa Rica, though all are unidentified. many gryllacridids have a translucent, gem-like luster to their vibrant colors; there’s even several species in Colombia (I must see these someday) that are a vibrant fluorescent-paint pink!

[heartofwritiing]

You are my sunshine

paring: q!wilbur x fem!reader

summary: a glimpse of a night of you taking care of tallulah and she asks you to sing her a song.

authors note: Dont mind me, just a self indulgent motherhood fic. alsooo reader and q!wilbur are married and are raising tallulah together but since wilbur is on tour reader is alone so hes not in this just mentioned! also also i got teary when bbh was singing this to dapper the other night :/

enjoyy!

warnings: domestic fluff, mother-daughter relationship, short, unedited! please ignore any mistakes! lol

It was a good day spent with your daughter Tallulah. You had mostly spent time at the house working on the garden, and even went on a little picnic for lunch! Despite the fact that both of you were attacked and almost knocked out by mobs. you both managed to escape with not much harm done to either of you.

You were thankful for the training Phil had put you through awhile ago to defend yourself against mobs. You just wished you were more stronger.

Now you are in your shared safe little house by the river Wilbur had spent days building for you and your growing family. It was the perfect space, with a small kitchen and an upstairs bedroom for your daughter.

Tallulah came into your lives unexpectedly. After missing the adoption day, you and wilbur had been out exploring a few weeks later and came across the abandoned adoption center building. You had been the one to noticed the trap door in the celling and found little Tallulah huddled in the corner of the attic. She was covered in dirt and shaking like a leaf in the dark. For weeks she had been alone to fend for herself while everyone had found their children and were taken care of. You felt so heartbroken and partly guilty. you wanted to find whoever left her in that cold dark place to make them pay.

You were already so protective of the little girl and you practically begged Wilbur to take her back home. He was hesitant at first, he never really wanted kids, he never felt ready even after you were married and had talked about it. Plus he knew he was leaving again soon and didn’t want to leave you two alone. However, as soon as she played her little flute, and you gave him the best puppy eyes you could muster he rolled his eyes playfully and caved.

Little did Wilbur know that after only a few hours with the girl, watching how you interacted with her made his mind do a complete one-eighty. How you effortlessly switched into a motherly roll made him see that this was right and he became attached to her just as much as you were and there was no looking back.

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The sun set over the trees, crickets chirped as you settled down for the night. You sat with Tallulah in your lap as you brushed through her curly brown hair that resembled her fathers way too much. It was unruly to take care of most of the time, much like Wilbur’s when it got too long. It almost seemed too much of a coincidence that Tallulah resembled him, down to the hair and red beanie, her musical abilities, ect. You didn’t think much of it considering this island worked in mysterious ways and you were happy regardless.

You had done all the basic bedtime routine objectives and had gotten her into her pjs shortly after coming home and now was the time to unwind, especially after the day you had.

Before Wilbur left to tour the world with his band you both slept on the sofa, you curled up into his chest like a cat. This didn’t bother him in the slightest it was perfect for you two. Since he left, you had been alone on that yellow sofa staring up into the celling until you drifted off.

Some nights Tallulah woke you with her sobs from her nightmares. Rushing to be at her side to aid her, you would try your best to calm her down with soothing words. Her cries would die down to small hiccups and she would look up at you with puffy eyes and a runny nose. A silent plea not to leave and you would stay with her, telling her story’s, and singing her lullabies until her eyelid’s fell into sweet slumber.

As time went on you ended up falling asleep next to her and wake with her cuddling up to you and eventually this became a routine.

You cherished these moments, watching her drift off to sleep in your arms. You knew that she was beginning to trust you, and it filled you with a warmth and joy that you had never felt before. She seemed to be getting more comfortable with you and trust you more, you’d be dammed if you broke that trust now and swore to protect her with your life. She was too precious.

Once you were finished gently brushing out the last knot in her hair you placed the brush down.

"Alright, all done! Are you ready to go to sleep now?" you asked.

She nodded but moved away from you to reach over the nightstand to grab her pencil and little notebook she used to communicate.

Ever since you found her she hadn’t really talked much. You figured it was a response due to trama from whoever left her alone in that attic. It only broke your heart more to see a child of her age feel so uncomfortable with expressing herself.

You were always patient with her, allowing her to take her time and find the words she was looking for. She opened the notebook and began to write, slowly, but with a purpose. You sat there watching her waiting.

She flipped the tiny note pad over in her hands when she was finished and you read the letters. She looked up at you with hopeful eyes as you read the words and felt a wave of emotion come over you.

Will you sing to me, Mamá?

At the single word, tears threatened to spill from your eyes. This was the first time she had called you that directly. It tugged at your heartstrings to think she considered you her mother. Collecting yourself before you got too emotional you nodded and said;

"Of course, sweetheart,"

The little girl's eyes sparkled with joy as she watched you get up to grab Wilbur's old acoustic guitar that sat in the corner of the room. It had been collecting dust since he left and you weren't as good as him but you would try for your daughter. You carefully carried the guitar to the center of the room and began to strum some chords to check that it was in tune.

You thought for a moment of what to play, until you remembered, one of the first songs Wilbur had taught you would be perfect.

You moved to sit back on the bed and Tallulah shifted closer to you.

"You'll have to excuse me. I'm not as good as your papa," you chuckle. You took a deep breath and began playing the melody.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

you'll never know dear how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away.

It caused a lump to form in your throat thinking about the first time Wilbur first sang this to you. It was at a point in your life when you were having frequent nightmares, (much like tallulah.) you would wake in colds sweats screaming and crying until you couldn’t breath.

It was your only second time staying over at Wilbur’s, you had woken him up with your crying. He had gently shaken you until you were blinking your eyes up at him. He held you that night and sang you this softly under his breath until you had fallen asleep in his arms.

It ironically becomes your song. A comfort in your relationship whenever you sing it to the other in moments of conflict. You hoped it would provide the same comfort to the little girl you’d grown to love and cherish.

The other night, dear as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you In my arms

When I awoke, dear I was mistaken

So I hung my head and I cried

When you finished the last chord she clapped her tiny hands softly, her smile widened even more and her eyes stared at you in awe. you felt your heart swell as she crawled over to you to envelope you in a hug. You squeeze her tightly against you but just enough that she can pull away if needed.

Tallulah pulled out her notepad again, and wrote;

Thank you, Mamá. That was beautiful!

“You’re welcome,“ you placed the guitar at the foot of the bed, carefully ensuring it was set up right so it wouldn’t fall. “im glad you liked it!” Your gaze shifted back to Talulah who began writing something else but tucked it close to her chest.

She flipped the notepad in her hands to show you what she had written and your heart sank.

I miss papa.

Your chest sank and the weight of Wilbur being gone settled back in again. It felt different without him here. Like a piece was missing in your lives.

“I miss him too,” you replied, whipping tears from your cheeks and swallowing the lump in your throat. "But he will be back before you know it.”

Tallulah nodded and placed her notepad and pen back on the nightstand. You helped her get settled by tucking her in and putting out the lantern, you climb into bed beside her and kiss her on the head as sleep is already taking her into its soft embrace. You whisper "sweet dreams, mi nina,” and you swear a faint smile appears across her lips. You remain there until you drift off to sleep yourself.

Tomorrow you would write to Wilbur and tell him about your week. You couldn’t wait to see him in a few more weeks and make more memories like these together as a family. For now you’ll settle for nights like these until he returns.

The story about you playing your song for your daughter definitely won't make him tear up.

[64yrsold]

the city

“It’s just around the corner here,” he said, voice electric and hand glued to mine as we walked down the cracked sidewalk.

“Are you sure we can be here?” I mumbled, tripping over my own feet. He pulled my hand into the pocket of his sweater, tightening our intertwined arms.

“Stop worrying,” he popped a kiss onto the top of my head, “I come here all the time.”

“With who?” I questioned, giving his hand a squeeze. He chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Just trust me, darling,” he grinned, pulling me a bit faster. I watched our matching glossy-black shoes reflect the warm street lamps as we strode in unison. I tripped again, gripping him tightly as he steadied me. “Alright, hop up.”

“What?” I asked, his arm untwisting from mine. He turned his back to me, one knee to the ground.

“Go on, get on my back,” he beckoned me closer, smile bright in the darkness.

“I think it’s ’get on your back’,” I teased, “Or at least that’s what you usually say.”

“Dirty,” he squinted, unamused. He held a hand out, head turned away, “Give me those shoes, will you?” 

I huffed, slipping out of the heels and putting them in his hand. “Thanks,” I muttered. I hoped he wouldn’t notice the blood-stained heel of the shoe.

“Sure, just hop on, already,” he urged, and I obliged, arms wrapped over his shoulders tightly as I jumped on his back. He stood up, jumping a bit to adjust me higher. 

“So patient, as always,” I said in his ear, earning a half-hearted wink. I kissed his cheek, any excuse to put my lips on his warm summer skin.

“A man has his limits,” he replied, and I dropped my head to his shoulder, swaying with his walk. I hummed kisses into the soft fabric, the smell of him and blooming lilac too sweet to bear.

“Are we there yet?” I joked, wrapping my arms tighter around him. He laughed, easy and open. I twisted the drawstrings of his sweater into knots.

“Hold on, baby,” he said, ducking us under a low branch. He tucked between two houses, their backyards leading to a patch of trees. He followed a stomped-down path, between bushes and leaf litter.

“You know where you’re going?” I mumbled, chin plastered to his shoulder, shivering at the wind.

“Pretend to trust me, at least,” he remarked, grumbling as he pushed between a narrow gap in the tree line. Once we stumbled through the crowded brush, a clearing appeared, almost spot-lit by the moon. A solemn bench stood before a pond, toads and crickets singing to the night sky from the water’s edge. “Well?” he broke the silence, as he did.

“How did you find this?” I marvelled, hopping off his back, bare feet on the dewy grass. I grabbed his hand, walking over to the bench. I sat down, knees to my chest. He joined me, arm over my shoulders to pull me against his heartbeat.

“I’ll never tell,” he shrugged, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“Alright, don’t tell me,” I smiled, letting my fingers trace over his knuckles, “It’s too pretty for me to care anyways.”

“You like it?” he brought his thumb to my cheek, glossing over the surface. I watched the white light ripple and scatter over the pond, and my hand laying quietly on his knee.

“Reminds me of home,” I sighed, and his hand covered mine.

“I hoped it would,” he said into my hair, voice warm, as it always was. “Let me meet your family.”

“Is that what you’ve been wanting to ask me?” I laughed, “I was wondering why you were so quiet at dinner.”

“I just think I should meet them.”

“So you created this whole scheme, then?” I giggled, his hand trailing up my wrist, “Take me for dinner, let me have as much wine as I’d like, then take me to this place, all just to ask me to meet my parents?”

“I think… I think it’s important,” he kissed at my temple, restrained and polite.

“You could have just asked.”

“I am asking,” he waved his hand in front of me, then placed it on my knee.

“Sure, you can meet them,” I caved, easily, as I always did. “But why would you want to?”

“Maybe I need to ask your father a question,” he smirked, clearing his throat.

“Oh, God,” I groaned, “Well, the drought has been hard this year, we only have one goat. Not much of a dowry for you, honey.”

He hummed, “Only one, hey?” he rubbed my knee absently, “Well, it’s still a yes from me.” We laughed, our voices carrying over the pond.

“Really though, you don’t need to ask him,” I said, and he nodded.

“I know, darling,” he sighed, “If he said no, I’d still ask you anyways.”

“Would you?” I looked up at him, waiting for a kiss. His heavy eyes looked down at me, creasing from his smile.

“I know I’d get a yes from you.”

//

[kaedahana]

the great war.

art by @ izeichan on Twitter

late night thought; have you ever missed someone you don't... know? i do. yes, inspired by the great war by T.S <3

CHARACTER : Kaedehara Kazuha - Reader

fluff? angst?

-UNEDITED-

You and Kazuha have never been happier to spend your whole spring and summer together until that one night.

ART NOT MINE

It was summer when Kazuha and you shared a long kiss under the vast night sky. The leaves were lively green and crickets were playing both of you a lullaby. Every day that summer you wished on every star that your name and his are etched together forever in the ether. Laying on the soft blanket that you made over the spring season as you stare into each other’s eyes. Mesmerized by one another. You can see eternity in his eyes. You closed your eyes, fingers intertwined with his. You thanked the archons to be blessed with this moment. Kazuha is in your arms, safe and sound.

But of course, fate plays a cruel game and flips your whole world in a matter of days. Standing in the doorway Kazuha looked at you grimly, as he held the letter crushing it and letting it fall onto the floor.

"You can't go," you whispered. Your being brimming with resentment, sadness and fear. They threaten to take over your body and wreck everything.

"I have to, they're calling me."

"You can't go!" you run a frustrated comb through your hair with your fingers, biting your lip trying not to cry. Looking away, hoping and hoping that this is all just a dream. That when the morning comes, you're gonna wake up to Kazuha lovingly kissing you. Spinning you in his arms. There’s no war to fight in. No bloodshed. No fear.

"I have no choice"

You walked to him, "What about me? You're going to leave me behind? You expect me to be okay?!" you shouted unable to hold it any longer, you fell to his legs and broke down. You sobbed harder when you can feel the never ending tears trailing down your face. You hugged his legs and begged for your future together.

"Darling, please don't. I-I can't live like this" you said between sobs, struggling to catch your breath.

Kazuha squat down to your level and embraced you. His heartbeat speaking to you in words he can't muster.

He only held a pinkie finger. linking it with yours. He brought your head close to his heart, hearing it go faster and louder. He kissed the crown of your head, smoothing your hair with his hand.

"I'll be back, it's a promise dear. I'll fight for you, I'll live for you and if I have to… I'd die for you"

Slowly the same green vibrant leaves turned into shades of red and orange as autumn rolls around. You stared at the maple orange leaf that landed on your hand, tracing the outlines of it. Your mind goes back to Kazuha, missing the pillow soft feeling of his lips, his slightly red cheeks, and the eyes that you love. You feel an unpleasant feeling in your stomach and continue to walk around the festival so you could distract yourself. Anything to get rid of the thoughts that maybe… he's gone.

"Darling!" a voice shouted from behind you.

Immediately, you looked back. Disappointment fills you up when you didn’t see him. You run a hand across your face, missing him terribly now. The poems. The teasing. The cute names he calls you. Him.

You recalled the last letter you got from him a month ago;

My dove,

I hope this letter finds you well. You've been on my mind and never left. You're the only shining star I need in this dark world, your glow is enough to illuminate my whole world .This room is silent but I can still hear your enchanting laugh. I close my eyes yet all I see is you my darling. I'm sorry it has to be this way, I miss you a lot. I would do anything in my power to close this dreadful gap of ours and be in your arms. The fate that brings people together is not a cord so easily cut. I love you with my whole heart, soul and mind.

-yours.

Children rushed past you with huge grins across their faces, daughters and sons dancing in the streets, lanterns illuminating the path ahead of you as darkness falls into the world. Even with people around you, you feel more lonely than ever.

You walked to the forestry area, shivering as the breeze blows past you. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your coat. You find yourself humming the song Kazuha hummed the day he comforted you when he got the letter that took him away to war.

You spotted a pond away from the town and decided to dip your legs into the water.

The water was cold and the fishes were glowing in vibrant colours. Leaves swaying across the water. Your eyes stuck to the reflection of the moon in the water. Then you talked to the stars.

“Where are you? Are you safe? What did you eat? Today... the lantern festival in town is nothing without you. I need you back, please.” you pleaded with your whole heart, wringing every bit of hope into wishes.

Then warmth wrapped you up from behind, pulling you into a comforting embrace. The scent you inhaled, it’s ever so familiar it relaxes your body

“Just as I promised, darling” a voice whispered into your ear. Your heart going fast, is this a dream?

You turned your head and there he is, Kazuha. Your star-crossed lover. Your forever. Your eternity and beyond.

Tears spilt from your eyes as you squealed and wrapped your arms around his torso. He laughed wholeheartedly as both of you fell onto the ground with you on top of him. You took in the view of your lover. Handsome as ever with his abdomen tightly wrapped in bandages while his hanten hangs loosely on his shoulder. He offered you a reassuring smile.

"Am I going crazy or are you here?" You asked unable to believe that he's here. You can feel his warm breath fanning your cheeks. You can feel his soft skin against yours. You can hear his heart beating, yearning for yours. You lay beside him, resting your head on his bandaged arm. "Are you okay?" you whispered. He just nods, staring at you with so much love and bliss.

"You're beautiful," he said under his breath before pressing his lips against yours. His lips... soft on yours as he gently places his hands on your waist pulling you closer to his body. You glide your hands across his bare chest, letting it travel freely over his abs. He tugged on your hair as you withdraw to catch your breath. He hovered on top of you with his arms trapping you. He inhaled your scent from your neck and sighed in contentment.

"I almost forgot what you feel like" 

He raised his eyebrow at this, his eyes averting to your lips.

"Then let me remind you again"

So yes, fate is a cruel game but you couldn't care less because your destiny is him and with him is your destination.

[small-sinclair]

Just something—

@crumb, I did a thing.

Lester x Vampire!reader

Tw: blood, mention of death, biting, chocking, obsessive reader

“I love you.”

Lester staggered away from your blood soaked shirt and crazed eyes. Fear struck him as he tired to grasp for his Bowie, but it was already dug into the eye socket of the woman at your feet. “Y/n,” his voice cracked. “This ain’t you—!“

“I think you’re the most important person ever,” you went on saying. As you walked, your hips swayed. His eyes couldn’t look away as he gripped his keys tightly. He couldn’t fight. He couldn’t run. He’s stuck in your web like a fly to a spider. “Bo’s cute, but he has an ego.” His back was against the side of his truck. “Vincent is talented, but he is too shy for me.” You stopped in front of him and hung your arms around his neck. His body stiffened at your touch. “But, you, Lester Sinclair,” slowly, fangs formed from your teeth as a smile crept, “you’re just right.”

The bullfrogs hummed too loud tonight. The crickets buzzed and chirped as if it was their first time alive. No fire flies burned in the darkness. The full moon lit your face up with a devilish smile. Lester leaned back on the side of his truck farther from you. He closed his eyes as your nails drew hearts around his throat.

“Don’t kill me,” he begged pathetically. “Please, don’t—“

“Shh, shh,” you cooed, caressing his cheeks. “I’m not going to kill you, sweetness.” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his cheek. A whimper escaped as he felt his body freeze up. “You’re too cute to kill,” you whispered in his ear. “But,” you giggled shamelessly, “this’ll hurt.”

“No—“

He should’ve known better than to beg to a false angel.

You kissed his neck, marking the spot, and dug your fangs deep into his throat. He tried to scream but only tears rolled down. He wanted to pull away and fight, but it felt like rope was tied. Lester chocked on nothing as your nails racked over his skin, scratching and scaring him like acid and fire. He didn’t ask for this. He didn’t want this. Lester just wants his sweet y/n back, the one with the cute smile and butterflies in third eyes. He felt like the lamb being led into the slaughter house. Lester’s eyes grew heavy and his knees locked but your arms held him up. Just a few more drops…

“Y/n,” he said your name as if he was chocking on venom. “Stop. Please stop.” His breath was caught in his throat before leaning forward into your arms. Slowly, you lowered him to the forest floor while making sure Bo and Vincent were watching behind you. You could still hear Bo pleading to Vincent to get up, and it made you smile.

The hunters have become the hunted.

Gasping, you leaned away from his neck. To you, his blood was the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted. To you, it’s as if you had angel fruit cake, and you just wanted more… but that would be greedy of you. You rested Lester’s head in your shoulder as you brushed his hair gently, leaning back down to kiss his bloody mark. Your mark. Yours. Everyone will know he’s yours. “My sweet baby,” you cooed. “You did so good.”

“No more,” he whimpers l, his eyes barely staying open. “Please? No-no more.”

You moved your lips from his next and kissed his lips. “Anything for you, opossum,” you praised.

Turning your head, you smiled as you watched Bo stumbled to stand with his brother’s knife in his grasp. It’s funny to watch him fall. You looked back down at Lester and gave him a hug. “Promise I’ll be back for more once you’re stronger,” you promised over his lips, sealing it with a kiss.

You lowered his head to the forest floor as gently as you could and stood up. You looked back at Bo as he held the knife at you, hands shaking like a leaf. You laughed at his pathetical act. Like a knife will do anything!

“Oh, Bo,” you sang as you inched to him. “Put that knife down.”

“Stay the fuck away from him!” He shouted, wincing at his leg. “Don’t touch him—“

In a blink, you were standing in front of him. Your hand shot up and threw him over the dead man. He landed in front of his twin and reached for him, but you were faster. You towered over him as you pulled him up and held Im him in the air by his throat. The power that goes through your body and is burning a hole in your heart and chest felt amazing. To be stronger than Bo and to be better than Vincent? It’s like a dream!

You watched as Bo squirmed in your grasp, kicking at nothing, as his hands scratched yours, but they healed in front of his eyes. You filed your head to the side and squeezed tighter, earning a yelp from him until his fighting started to die. At the last moment, you dropped him and watching gasp and suck on air again. You knelt in front of him and lifted his head. Fear stained his eyes as you inches closer. “Don’t stand in my way,” you warned ever so lightly. You learned your head and kissed his head. “Don’t try to stop me.”

Then you stood and looked into the forest. You’ll be back for more. Besides, Lester is the best thing you’ve had in years, so why let good food go to waste?

You pushed Bo’s face into the mud and stood. As if you were on air, you glided over the blood and grass, stopping to look over your shoulder. Vincent held Bo up in his arms to help him get air, but you only smiled. You’ll be back soon.

Turning, you disappeared into the woods.

[soft-persephone]

You wake up in a forest. It is night time and practically pitch dark. You can't see your hand in front of you type of dark. There are crickets chirping, birds humming, and a shift of a leaf every few moments.

You get to your feet, urged by panic and fear that you don't know how you got there and you don't know who or what brought you there. You must move. NOW.

You move through this forest, the trees getting lighter the further you walk. The trees are less dense, allowing the moonlight to filter in. A wolf howls in the distance, echoing, and letting you know that you're not alone.

You come upon a clearing that's actually a fork in the trees. One on side, there's Jake Johnson as Nick Miller. His plaid shirt is a bit torn and he looks like he's scared. He's waving to you to come closer, to hurry, to pull you close. He's begging you to run to him. You take a step forward but on the other side of the fork, there's Jake Johnson as Doug from the Minx.

He's waiting beside a car, tapping the hood of the car, urging you to come on. He has blood on his shirt and his face is bruised. His eyes widen, shaking, as he pleads and pleads for you to join him.

Why are they scared 👀 howd you get there 👀 who you gonna pick 👀

(This can be a fic or just an ask, wherever your heart takes you 👀)

This is so bizarre! I had to read it like 15 times to understand what is going on and what the question even is.

You are a fucking menace!

Here,🙄

Your head was pounding. Your heart racing.

You could barely see or hear, but you stumbled after Nick. He wasn’t too far ahead of you. You had to beg him to run while he could. It would be harder for this thing to kill you both.

He was driving you both home from your camping trip.

His dad had always promised to take him, and you had never been.

It was perfect, but on this full mooned night something ran out in front of the car. Something big and hair with fangs, unstuarlky large and grotesque.

The car flipped. Everything happened so fast yet so slow, holding onto one another, you and Nick feared for the worst.

Both of you bleeding, so so much.

“Get up,” Nick grabbed onto you, attempting to pull you out the car, “you have to get up now!” He pleaded.

“No, I’ll play dead. He’ll probably leave me alone and it will buy you some time.”

“No, it—“

“Nick, go!”

A tear running down his cheek, he kissed you on the forehead and then ran.

It thought you were dead like you predicted, but sir some reason it didn’t go straight after him.

Sisterly it smelled the trail of blood, but while it wondered off in some direction, you closed your eyes tight and waited.

Once it was silent, You shimmied out of your sweet. Falling to the roof of the car put your seatbelt.

You swallowed of cry of pain as you fell on the glass. Your right foot felt a little funny, but it was enough to keep going.

You shifted through the trees, remembering what Nick taught you, you followed the trees and how thick they were can lead to more spread out trees. You followed the pattern until it got clearer and clearer, meeting a fork and a large pool of blood at your feet, you saw him.

But it wasn’t just him.

There was another man, in a late 60s style Roll’s Royce and a suit to match. Long thick hair s beard, there was winching familiar about him.

He was just as beat up and bloody as you and Nick.

Nick’s clothes were all ripped up.

His eyes scanning the trees frantically. You waved your arms in the air, and he gave you a tired pathetic smile of relief.

He waved back, calling your name.

“Come on! I think there’s a service station not far from here. We could get help!”

You took a step towards him, but that’s when the other man called out your name, insistently tapping his car.

His brow furrowed with worry as you started walking towards Nick.

“Sweetheart, where are you going?” He called after you, “I got the engine fixed, we need to hurrry and get out of here before that thing gets back!”

You put a hand to your head. Was this guy even real or in your head.

Nick called your name again. You shook your head and began to follow, but then the other man called.

Their voices alike, started blending into one another. Instead of two voices you began hearing one.

“Nick I thinks something wrong. I keep seeing—“

A howl filled the air.

“Baby, we gotta go!”

You started running. Your vision started blurring and the fork started to looo like one path. Nick and this other guy started to overlap.

Once you finally made it into his arms you cried out in pain.

“My ankle. I think something wrong with my ankle.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll go straight into the hospital.” He rushed you towards the car.

You wanted to stop. To freeze, but your need to get way from the monster first was too strong.

“W-who are you?” Your teeth were clattering. From the fear of the monster or what this could possibly means you don’t know.

As he sped away, his eyebrows drew together. He ran a hand through his hair and you fight the urge to follow it with your own.

Could Nick’s hair grow just as long as this stranger’s who looked just like him?

He said your name with a frown.

“What are you talking about? Did that thing hit your head in the accident too hard?” His voice rose up again in a way you were familiar with, but it wasn’t as high pitched and anxiety inducing as Nick’s. It was much warmer and firmer. Like he might hurt somebody about it.

You swallowed.

“It’s me, Doug,” his fingers tapped nervously on the wheel a bit, “Doug Renetti. Douglass” he added with a chuckle.

“But you already know no one calls me that.”

Doug Renetti, I choose you!!! (Pokemon trainer voice)

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hello!!, You can write about Marylin and reader teacher who have a romantic dinner (custom of their relationship). And a waitress from the establishment tries to flirt with the reader and ignores Marylin. Reader doesn't pick up on her flirtation. Marylin becomes jealous and furious. And passive/aggressive. Finish dinner. And at home he shows you his discontent

Obscenity and lots of obscenity. Please .

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!!

Today's menu is: Jealousy

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, strap-on, jealous Marilyn…

Word count: 3,322

Summary: You were a having a romantic dinner as you usually do, but some waitress in the restaurant think that you are too pretty. Marilyn doesn’t like that

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Where do you say we're going?” You asked as you put on your earrings.

“It's a surprise,” Marilyn replied, winking at you.

It was Saturday night and as usual, it was a romantic dinner night for you and your girlfriend. You didn't really like the idea of spending time in a restaurant, but you knew that the redhead was very excited to go out to dinner with you, according to her to "show off her girlfriend." What started as a habit when you did a month together, little by little became a ritual every weekend.

“I hope it's not the place with the bugs. I still have nightmares,” you joked. The redhead rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“I didn't know…” She said, sighing, running a hand around your waist.

“Oh, sure, sure. We drove 10 miles to a place called "crickets and wings" and you didn't know it...”  You said ironically. Marilyn looked at you, sighing.

“The place is not important, (Y/N), the important thing is to be together,” she said, kissing your neck. You turned and raised your eyebrows.

“You scare me...” You sighed, caressing her cheek.

“I’m scaring you?” She asked, approaching your lips. You nodded, with a mischievous smile.

“I feel panic,” you whispered into hers, before kissing her passionately. The redhead laughed against your lips and she pushed you away, clearly to keep things from going crazy.

“I love this conversation, but it took me a long time to get that table, and I'm not going to lose it,” she told you, leaving the room.

You grumbled and followed her.

“It took me a long time, blablabla,” you mocked while you put on your coat.

“You're a whiner, (Y/N), I don't know how I put up with you. Marilyn said as she closed the door. You stuck out your tongue mockingly.

“Because you love me, you can't live without me,” you said smugly. Marilyn turned and smiled, putting her hands on her hips.

“You're lucky to be right…”

Walking slowly, hand in hand, you arrived at the restaurant. You were surprised. You didn’t know that place.

“What do you think?” the redhead asked, pointing to the restaurant.

“Oh, Italian food, my favorite,” you said excitedly. Marilyn laughed and ran a hand around your waist.

“Immediately they will attend to you,” a waiter said. You looked everywhere, impressed by the place.

“Are you going to admit your defeat, (Y/N)?” The redhead asked, leafing through the restaurant menu.

“If the wine is good, I promise I'll get on my knees right here,” you said, earning a surprised look from Marilyn.

“(Y/N), it's not necessary…” She sighed, pretending not to play along. “You will do it when we get home.”

After a while of relaxed chat and laughter, a young waitress came to your table with a smile and a notebook.

“Have you decided yet?” She asked kindly, fixing her eyes on you. You agreed.

“Yes, the lasagna for me, it looks delicious,” you said. “And bring to us the best wine you have.” The girl smiled and moved a little closer to you.

“I will take the best one for you,” She said, winking at you. You didn't care. Marilyn cleared her throat as she was leaving.

“I'll have lasagna too,” she said with a smile that was clearly a fake one.

“Good,” the girl said dryly.

Marilyn glared at her and then at you.

“What was that about?” The redhead asked, amused but nervous. You looked up and frowned.

“What do you mean?” You asked curiously, you really didn't know what was happening. Marilyn sighed and closed her eyes, shaking her head.

“Nothing, forget it, I would have imagined it.”

Dinner continued as normal. Hands caressing each other on the table, whispers of love in the light of a romantic candle and smiles, many smiles. Everything was going well, until the waitress came back to your table. Marilyn withdrew her hand from yours abruptly.

“How was the wine?” She asked, leaning a little on the table. It was evident that turning her back on the redhead was intentional.

“Oh, delicious, isn't it, Mari?” You asked your girlfriend, who agreed with a grimace.

“Glad to hear it. I have brought the best for the most beautiful client of the restaurant,” she whispered in your ear.

“Nah, you're just being kind…” You said amused. You weren't picking up on anything, but Marilyn was, and she was gripping her fork with a shaking hand.

“I don’t think so,” she said, leaving with an insinuating step.

You nodded absently and took a sip from your glass of wine. You looked at the redhead, who had a scowl on her face.

“Hey Marilyn, are you alright? You don’t look good,” you asked, wiping yourself with the napkin.

“Me? I'm great, (Y/N), I've never been better,” she told you in a somewhat aggressive way. You widened your eyes.

“Oh, are you? What's wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong with me, (Y/N). Eat this dessert and let's go home,” she said, without looking at you. You shrugged and continued to devour your cheesecake.

“Thanks for the visit, honey, I hope to see you again,” the waitress said, leaving the dinner bill on the table.

“Oh, sure, it was all delicious,” you answered, putting the bill on your pocket.

Marilyn hurried to grab her coat and left the restaurant without waiting for you.

“Hey, where are you going so fast?” You said amused, following her. “Let's have a drink? I would kill for a Martini.”

“No, (Y/N), let's go home,” she answered you seriously, pulling away your hand, which was already going to take hers.

You stepped back with raised eyebrows and forced her to look at your face by grabbing her shoulders.

“Hey, my sweet redhead, what's going on? We always have a drink after dinner,” you said affectionately. She smiled slightly but shook her head, pushing your hands away.

“I want to go home, (Y/N),” she answered you.

“Oh… Okay…” You sighed, starting to worry. “Indigestion again?”

“No, (Y/N), although I must confess that my stomach has turned.”

You didn't understand anything when Marilyn started walking without you.

It was an unusual journey. There were no clasped hands, no amusing comments about dinner. There was only silence in that strange night.

When you get home and take off your coats, the silence continued. You were already nervous, thinking about what could happen to your girlfriend, and what caused that slightly aggressive and cold attitude.

“Mari... What's going on?” You asked a little scared. You knew she had a mild nature, but there were times when she completely lost control. You just hoped it wasn't one of them.

“I don't know, honey, you must tell me,” she answered you, after taking off her shoes.

“Me?” You asked, pointing at yourself.

“Yes, you, (Y/N).”

“I don't have the remotest idea what you're talking about, I swear,” you said, defending yourself. Marilyn laughed sardonically.

“Empty your pockets,” she ordered. You shrugged and complied, taking out a few coins and some papers.

“I don't take drugs, officer, I'm clean, I swear,” you joked, laughing at the absurdity of that situation. She crossed her arms, hinting that she was in no mood for your usual jokes. “Okay... What's going on?”

She clucked, losing her patience, and picked up one of the papers you were holding. It looked like the dinner’s bill.

“You see this? Do you see this?” She asked putting the small piece of paper in front of your face. You shook your head.

“Well no, I don't see anything,” you said, holding back your laughter. She fidgeted nervously and pointed at what looked like handwritten words and numbers. “What?”

“Let me read it to you, (Y/N): This is my number, my name is Daniela, I leave at 10.”

“Daniela?” You asked confused. “Who is Daniela?”

“The fucking restaurant waitress!” She yelled, angrily crumpling her bill. “Didn't you realize that she had been flirting with you all the time?”

You let out a laugh. Her gaze hardened even more.

“Really?” You asked between laughs. “I had not found out.”

“I had not found out,” Marilyn repeated, imitating you with a mocking voice. “It is impossible that you did not find out, I would be surprised if someone in that restaurant did not notice.”

“Well, I didn't,” you said, stopping laughing. “Wow, it seems that I still retain my attractiveness...” You said ironically.

“My God, (Y/N), you're 25 years old…” Marilyn hissed.

“Yes, but I've gained a few extra weight...”

“Don't change the subject!” She yelled suddenly, making you step back a bit. “I think that you did find out and that you were liking it.”

“I’m telling you that I didn’t.”

“I’m telling you that you did.”

“Marilyn, please, you can't be jealous of everyone. Can't you think that note just wasn't for me?” You said, a bit defensive. Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

“(Y/N), don't play with my patience…” She hissed, approaching you in a threatening manner.

“Well, well, maybe she just wanted us to be friends,” you said, when your body began to shake. Marilyn grabbed your hair and pulled it hard.

“I know you, (Y/N), I don't believe for a moment that you can be so naive.”

“I really didn't know that...”

You couldn't continue, a slap crossed your cheek. You shook your head and looked back at the redhead, wide-eyed. Her expression was not angry. She was not a violent person, she would never hurt you for something like that. Marilyn had other ways of acting, some a little more… Intense.

“I’m not enough for you? Doesn't mommy give you what you need?” She said in your ear, tightening her grip on your hair.

“What? No, no. I love you, Mari... I didn't know that girl wanted to flirt with me, I promise you, I didn't know. No one is capable of giving me what you give me, mommy…” You said, playing her game, noticing how a familiar heat slowly rose through your body.

“Is that true?”

You nodded, before Marilyn kissed you passionately, without letting your hair go. Your tongues waged a struggle for domination.

“No whore like that has the right to touch you, my love… No one can even look at you… You are mine, (Y/N).”

You gasped. You loved how Marilyn's innocent, caring and kind personality changed when she believed that there was someone wanting to snatch you from her arms. There was nothing that turned you on more.

“I'm yours…” You said sighing. She smirked, but she put on a sad, childish look.

“No, (Y/N), that's not enough,” she told you, letting go of you in a bad way. “You have to show me that you are telling the truth...”

“Sure, how do I do it?” You said biting your lips as you walked towards her again, undoing the buttons of your shirt while you ran a hand over your chest.

“To begin with, I want you to get on your knees. Apologize to me”

You shrugged and complied as you let your shirt slide off your shoulders.

Marilyn made her way to the sofa, where she sat, spreading her legs apart, gesturing for you to come closer. You crawled until you were between her legs, licking your lips for what you had in front of you. You immediately went to her underwear. You took a smack.

“Stay still, (Y/N). Don't get impatient. I want to enjoy looking at me, begging me...” She whispered affectionately, while she herself got rid of the garment. While she laughed at your helplessness, she began to caress herself slowly, emitting discreet moans.

“I, I'm sorry, Marilyn,” you said mesmerized, contemplating the views while you felt that your own clothes began to get in the way. “I shouldn't have been so naive...”

“Oh, darling, it's not your fault…” She said as her caresses intensified. You were there, on your knees, you couldn't do anything. It was the worst of punishments for you, seeing her enjoy herself without you.

Marilyn inserted one finger, two, inside her, moaning as she clutched her breast and closed her eyes. She was clearly exaggerating, to make you suffer.

“Let me touch you, please…” You said without taking your eyes off her, enjoying what you saw, what you heard.

Marilyn shook her head, laughing between groans. Oh, God, that turned you on too much.

“How are you feeling, (Y/N)? How do you feel when you see how I can feel pleasure by myself?” She asked, increasing her own pace.

“I… I…” You stammered, feeling a heat that was becoming more and more unbearable.

“Do you feel helpless? Frustrated?” She kept asking, beginning to move her hips involuntarily. She was close, you knew all of her movements.

You nodded profusely as your breath kept pace with hers.

“Well, that's what I felt while I watched that whore flirt with you... That same feeling. I think it's a good lesson, (Y/N). Maybe that way you won't consent it again,” she said, closing her eyes when her movements became more and more uncontrolled.

You looked stunned, unable to react, to do anything. You couldn't be the cause of the sudden tension in her muscles, nor the scream of pleasure right after. You were breathing hard, feeling pleasure and anger at the same time.

“Oh, my love… I've had a great time…” She said laughing, taking her hand away and bringing it abruptly to your mouth. “But I'm a benevolent woman, I let you at least taste me…”

You tasted her fingers, licking them, sucking on them with hunger, with desire. Marilyn grabbed your wrist, pulling you level with her and she kissed you again, as she unbuttoned your pants.

“Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to let mommy get jealous again?” She asked, lying down on the sofa when you were completely naked.

“Yes... I won't do it again,” you said, looking straight into her eyes.

She kissed you, she caressed you gently, with affection, although with a certain desire to dominate you. She didn't have to, you were at her mercy from the first time. A thought that you were trying to hide came to your mind while the redhead caressed your folds. You gasped, feeling how her teeth dug lightly into your neck.

You couldn't keep lying. You had to confess.

“Marilyn…” You sighed. The redhead left your neck and looked at you with dark eyes.

“Honey, that's no way to talk to me…” She hissed, grabbing your cheeks, moving them to the sides.

“I, I'm sorry, mommy…” You said. She immediately released you. You should know that she only wanted you to call her that during sex. The consequences of not doing so were gentle slaps and spanks on your buttocks. Sometimes you did it just for that.

“Tell me, honey…” She said to you, while she moved a finger in circles around your clit.

“I lied to you,” you said, closing your eyes. A moan left your lips due to your girlfriend's skillful touch. Marilyn stopped immediately.

“What?” She asked, looking at you somewhat scared. “What did you lie to me about?”

“Well I… Maybe… Maybe I knew that the waitress wanted to flirt with me…” You confessed.

Of course you knew, it was obvious. You decided to pretend that you didn’t, to get away from the redhead's jealousy. You loved her, you loved her so much, but she doubted it too often. Still, you were unable to lie to her, you just couldn't.

Marilyn gaped, shaking her head. That was not going to be good. Contrary to what you thought, there was no slap, no shouting, no whipping, just a serious but calm look. Her hand slipped from between your legs as the redhead leaned into you.

“You are a bad girl, (Y/N)…” She whispered, caressing your cheek in a disturbing way. “Why did you do it? Does it amuse you to see me suffer? Does it amuse you to see mommy jealous?”

You shook your head, startled by such an unusual reaction.

“I…I…didn't want you to get angry…” You said honestly. She smiled a little, coming down from you. She didn't say anything, just got up from the sofa.

“Don't worry honey…” She said, walking towards her room. “Mommy will take care of punishing you...”

“Hey, where are you going?”

There was no answer. You were horny, terribly wet and you just wanted that miraculous touch from your lover that seemed like it wasn't even going to come, and that on top of that it had been your fault.

Shortly after Marilyn returned, now completely naked, except for a small detail that was between her legs.

She loved to dominate you with a strap-on, and you knew that she had several stored in a place that you did not know about. That one seemed a bit larger than usual.

She smiled at you tenderly, as she walked towards you, swaying her hips suggestively.

You were used to Marilyn used to love taking you from behind, against a cushion, against the bed, even against the kitchen table.

You turned around, feeling like you couldn't last long if she took you with that item. You liked it too much, you didn't understand how that could be a punishment. It surely wasn't.

“What are you doing? Have I asked you to turn around?” She asked, as she climbed onto the sofa, getting on her knees. “Answer me!” She yelled, giving you a strong slap on one of your buttocks.

“No…” You said surprised. “I mean… No, mommy…”

“Turn around, honey. I want to look at you while I’m fucking you, I want to see your face when I penetrate you...” She told you, helping you to turn around.

You were now in front of her, in front of that strap-on that was pointing towards you. Marilyn yanked on your hips, aligning the dildo with your entrance, not wanting to waste any more time. You looked at her, she looked at you. You've never felt that when you're in front of her. It was a new feeling for you. And not exactly a nasty one.

She slowly introduced the strap-on inside you. It was big, bigger than usual. Your body had a hard time adjusting despite your humidity.

“Mommy…” You whispered, feeling how your entrance enlarged to let the silicone object enter. She didn't move fast, she enjoyed seeing your body being completely dominated. “It’s big.”

“Of course it is, darling…” She replied, slowly moving her hips, making her penetrate more and more with the inertia of her movements. “Look at you… Look at how your body takes it… Oh honey, no one can do this to you, no one would ever be able to get your body to respond the way it do it to me.”

“No one…” You moaned, feeling completely full.

When your body let it fully enter, the redhead began to move quickly and jerkily. You widened your eyes, feeling how her nails dug into your hips.

“You're mine, (Y/N)…” She gasped. Her hips moved easily, the strap-on slipping easily into your body. It was an incredible feeling, as good as ever, but as intense as ever.

“Fuck, I can't take it anymore…” You said messily. Your whole body was covered in sweat. You couldn't even keep your eyes in one place. You were crazy, unleashed, totally dominated by the pleasure that she made you feel.

Soon everything exploded and you screamed even louder than she did, grabbing her shoulder as your back hunched.

She kissed you quickly, pulling the huge object out of you.

You stayed like that for a moment, looking at each other without speaking.

“(Y/N), I love you,” she said softly, caressing your legs, all over your body.

“Me too, Marilyn...”

“If I see that bitch lay her eyes on you again, I swear I'll take you right there...”

[dougielombax]

I’ve just had the WORST idea for a recurring gag in Doctor Who!

Any time the Doctor is subject to psychological torment, they have to watch Adric die again and again and again in increasingly convoluted and comically stupid circumstances with no way for the Doctor to stop it.

Such as:

Suddenly getting run over by an ambulance, hit by a robotic arm, a stray bullet, trampled to death by a crowd of stampeding pedestrians, falling down a comically long flight of stairs, accidentally electrocuted, death by coconut (LOOK IT UP!!!), dancing too hard and dying (NO ADRIC! DON’T JUJU ON THAT BEAT!!!), getting lost in fog and disappearing, mathematical calculation gone wrong (oh wait, NO!!!!), nuclear fission warhead, chemical reaction gone wrong, falling into a geyser, premature obituary, crushed by the falling debris of a space satellite, hit directly by a meteorite, hit by a train (not even ON the tracks), attacked by BEES!!!!, disappearing helplessly into the void, sucked into a black hole, hit by a cricket ball, bucket of water, contempt of court, sucked into a jet engine, MRI machine accident, instantly frozen to death by a combination of liquid nitrogen and witchcraft, crushed by a falling bookshelf (and the books), exploding leaf blower, THE SLUDGE, loophole exploitation backfire, feedback loop, escaped crocodile, skydiving accident (no parachute), a very menacing pomegranate, sudden nonexistence, airborne fire hydrant, sudden depressurisation, bomb disposal gone wrong, evicted from reality, TOUCHING THE SNAIL, killed by a giant crab, falling out of a window, trying and failing to define Xnopyt, sudden blood loss, random organ failure, hit by a falling pear or some other such fruit, falling into a volcano, getting lost in a corn field, roadside fever, eaten by a wall, showered with gifts and promptly smothered, ambushed by a boar, slowly kicked to death, assassinated with a bucket, suddenly exploding, spontaneous combustion, revolving door accident, tripping over a pig, killed by an ostrich/emu/cassowary/some other flightless bird, ricin, prank gone wrong, cable car accident, locked in a cupboard, falling on a turnip, tsunami, laughing too hard at a joke, dragged through a briar patch, rolled up in a rug, falling through a roof, stray poisoned arrow, mistaken identity, falling out of a plane or helicopter, Olympic flame lighting gone wrong, heart attack, sudden explosion at a computer server bank, special tree, sudden and severe information mismanagement, swallowed by a whale, turned into a marketable plushie, FICTIONALIZED, falling down an unexpectedly steep hill, smacked in the head at high velocity by a speeding mail tube flying towards him, crushed by a vending machine, killed by Liz Shaw with a steel chair, trampled by an angry hippopotamus, etc.

And any other sort of ridiculously circumstantial and comically convoluted deaths.

“ADRIC, NO!”

*dies again*

Yeah.

And this is treated as being traumatic AND hilarious, albeit darkly so.

[celestiall0tus]

Amaranthine - Chapter 8 - Burn

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            “Longg, what do we think?” Marinette asked.

            Longg groaned and sat up. She raised a brow as Marinette stepped out of her room wearing a long green dress with a cashmere shawl over her shoulders. She frowned.

            “You look like an old lady,” Longg hissed.

            “Well, I don’t have much else.”

            “What about what Alya got you? What did she get you anyway?”

            “Oh, no. No, no, no. I’m not wearing that.”

            Longg’s pupils narrowed into slits. She lunged for Marinette’s room before Marinette could close the door. She tore through it until she found the shopping bag. She kept Marinette at arm’s length as she pulled out the outfit and inspected it. She grinned seeing the strapless mini dress.

            “You’re wearing this,” Longg declared.

            “No, I’m not. Besides, I don’t have time. Adrien will be here soon.

            Longg huffed and tossed the dress aside. She considered, then smiled when she had an idea.

            “What’s that look for?” Marinette asked.

            “Why not use me? I do have more functions than just used for heroics. Say, I don’t know, giving you the perfect date outfit?”

            “I… suppose? I have an idea of what I’d like to wear, but you know.”

            “That I do. C’mon! Let’s see it.”

            Marinette giggled. “Alright, alright. Longg, ascension.”

            Longg’s body turned to light and vanished into the herb satchel necklace Marinette always wore. It morphed into a black choker with a single red gem as Marinette’s outfit changed. Her dress transformed into a dark green corset with shimmering gold swirls and glimmering golden green leaf details, brown biker jacket, black skinny jeans, and brown riding boots.

            “There. Is that better?” Marinette asked.

            ‘Much better. You actually look your age and not some dusty bitch seconds from crumbling into dust,’ Longg’s voice echoed in Marinette’s head.

            “Oh, hush. Also! If we’re going to do this, keep your snide comments to a minimum. I don’t need to be distracted.”

            Longg groaned. ‘Fine. I’ll behave.’

            Marinette rolled her eyes. She grabbed her purse and headed downstairs. She locked up and headed out to the front as Adrien pulled up. She waited on the sidewalk as he got out of the car to greet her.

            “Hey, Marinette. You ready?”

            “You bet! So, what are we doing?”

            “Well, I thought maybe we could take a walk around le Parc Floral de Paris. Maybe if we’re lucky, we’ll come across Andre’s ice cream cart.”

            Marinette’s eyes lit up. “That’d be amazing. It’s a perfect night for it too.”

            “Perfect! Let’s go.”

            Adrien assisted Marinette in his car before he drove off. They sat in silence while Marinette stared out at the passing buildings.

            ‘Say something. I can hear crickets,’ Longg’s snide remark came.

            Marinette stifled a growl as she turned to Adrien. “Hey, thanks for hanging out again. And so soon too. I was worried I wouldn’t see you again for a couple weeks at most.”

            Adrien chuckled. “Not if I could help it. I made sure to rework my schedule just for this.”

            “I do appreciate it. Especially since you are probably really busy with planning that event you have a couple months.”

            “Yes and no. Most of the preparations have been made. It’s more just the petty squabbles I have to deal with from the guests.”

            “Sounds like a headache. Oh! I never got to ask. What’s the event for?”

            “Oh, just something I wanted to bring back. See, my father used to host a yearly event called the Diamond Dance. It was supposedly this super fancy gala event where the elite and most influential people would meet, indulge in revelries, and just escape from life for a short time. Since I plan on taking major steps with my life, I figured it would be a good time to bring it back.”

            Marinette’s eyes lit up. “That sounds amazing! Oh, I can just see all the stunning outfits, elegant displays, everything. I hope to see lots of pictures.”

            Adrien smirked. “Why settle for pictures when you can come?”

            “I… what?”

            “Well, I was hoping to wait to ask until our stroll, but I wanted to personally invite you myself. You’ve been an important part of Nathalie’s comfort and health, doing everything you can to help her. For that, I truly cannot thank you enough. Of course, that’s not the only reason.”

            Marinette opened her mouth but shut it when she felt Adrien gently entwin his fingers with hers. She blushed as she struggled to form a word.

            ‘Do it! Do it! Then him,” Longg added with a snicker.

            Marinette’s blush spread to her ears. “Oh! Uh, absolutely. I’d love to. Though, I don’t exactly have fancy clothes for an event such as that. I won’t stand out, will I?”

            “That’s another part. I was wondering, if you’re up for it, would you be interested in designing something special for us to wear?”

            “Us? Design? Me?”

            “You don’t have to. I just thought it would be lovely to see what you can make. If you were set to be an intern at my company once, you have true skill and potential. I’d love to see that and show it for everyone else.”

            Excitement and nerves bubbled within Marinette. “Yeah, absolutely!”

            Longg made a clicking noise. ‘So, you get to make a bouquet for yourself and have specially designed outfits with your new beau? When’s the wedding?’

            Marinette’s eyes widened at Longg’s remark. Realization sunk in at what Adrien was really planning. Her entire face turned red as she attempted to sort through the excitement, surprise, joy, and fear.

            “Marinette? Are you ok? Your face is red,” Adrien commented.

            “Huh? Oh. Oh! I’m fine. I just, uh, could I roll down the window. Let some fresh air in?”

            “Of course.”

            Marinette put the window down and leaned against the door. She fought through her emotions to sort herself out. She was grateful for Longg’s silence, but that was due to the nagging regret she felt from Longg. It wasn’t Longg’s fault for her reaction. She could have clued in what was happening sooner but was blissfully ignorant until that moment. Still, she had to wonder if this was what she wanted. A part of her did like Adrien. Maybe not love him yet, but she appreciated him. Even so, did she really want to commit herself to him? He was looking for a bride and wanted her. But did she want him in the same way?

            “We’re here,” Adrien announced.

            Marinette blinked. She looked out at the park, then rolled up her window. Adrien helped her out of the vehicle before they headed up onto the pathways. They strolled along the paths, earning some looks from other passersby.

            Marinette ignored the looks. Her body quivered being out in nature. She could feel the heartbeat of the earth beneath her that sent chills through her. She could hear the chatter of the late-night critters clear as if she were listening to people talk. She gleefully eavesdropped on their petty squabbles, casual conversations, and joyous laughter. It was a beautiful symphony that filled her with joy.

            “I don’t think I’ve seen you smile like that,” Adrien remarked.

            “Huh? Oh. Sorry, I just-,” Marinette started.

            “Hey, no need to apologize. It was an exceptionally beautiful smile. I’ll have to take you out on more park dates.”

            “Oh, you don’t have to. I know nature and outside isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Besides, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable for my sake. I know, or I’m sure, it’s stressful being out in public when you’re as famous as you. You know, with paparazzi and fans and-.”

            Adrien stopped and pulled Marinette close. She let out a surprised gasp before she blushed at their sudden closeness. She squirmed under his gentle, but firm touch on her chin and backside. Excitement and anticipation tore through her as she stared into his hungry eyes.

            “I could never be uncomfortable around you, Marinette. We could be anywhere, surrounded by anyone, even my enemies, and I would never feel a dram of discomfort so long as you’re beside me.”

            Marinette’s breath caught at Adrien’s words. He continued on with his loving words, but she was caught up in thoughts. Fear gnawed at her as she began to spiral into a maddening descent of questions when she felt a rush of comfort. The fear ebbed away, and she felt Longg’s comforting presence wash over her.

            Longg cooed softly. ‘I’m here, dragon. We can talk about these questions later. For tonight, I think it’s only fair you can indulge in a small fantasy without thought of reality. One that doesn’t need to worry about tomorrow. One where you can experience something you could only dream and read about. It is only fair to you. Now, shut him up!’

            Tears fell from Marinette as the overwhelming warmth from Longg made her happy. She let out a small giggle from Longg’s words. She looked at Adrien, who looked at her with confusion and concern. She smiled and cupped his face. His eyes widened when she pressed their lips together in a soft, unsure kiss. She pulled away and felt a rush of enjoyment seeing his shocked, blushing face.

            “Thank you for your pretty words, Adrien. Though, a kiss works just as well.”

            Adrien ducked down sheepishly. “Could we… do that again?”

            Longg made gagging noises. ‘Oh, for all the love that is me, he’s one of those types.”

            Marinette ignored Longg’s remark. She wrapped her arms around Adrien and kissed him with more certainty and confidence. He wrapped his strong arms around her as he pressed them closer into a deeper, longing kiss. Excitement and desire clawed at her when one kiss turned into another and another.

            A scream tore through the air. Marinette and Adrien jumped and looked around. They froze when Carmine collided with the ground. Her body ragdolled as she rolled and skid before she came to a stop. Everyone gawked at her unmoving body while Marinette ran to her. Adrien called out for Marinette, but she ignored him.

            Marinette knelt by Carmine. She didn’t see any visible injuries, but she could see Carmine was on her last leg. She pressed her hand to Carmine’s forehead while she checked Carmine’s pulse.

            “Marinette, we need to go. It’s not safe here. Adonis probably sent out a monster. We need to go,” Adrien said as he joined her.

            “Adonis’s monsters don’t put Carmine in this state. Something else attacked her,” Marinette remarked.

            “How would you know that?”

            Marinette’s blood froze. She ran through possible excuses in her head when she felt a thud against the earth. Her eyes widened at the intensity and power of the impact. It was from a high jump, likely from one of the buildings to this spot for the strength of the impact. A creature capable of such a feat would be one of Adonis’s monsters or a holder like her and Carmine. The footsteps stomped towards her and then stopped.

            “You’re in my way,” a man’s voice hissed.

            Adrien attempted to move Marinette, but she wouldn’t budge. She stared at the ground. Her heart pounded as she felt a tug deep in her core. She shot to her feet and turned to face the man. She gasped when she saw him.

            Marinette’s breath caught when she saw the mysterious man. He was outfitted in an open black biker vest with a purple snake underbelly, black leather pants, and black combat boots, complete with a snake style mask that completely obscured his face. His ebony and nightshade purple, long hair was tied back in a ponytail that thinned to a point at the end like a snake’s tail. She couldn’t take her eyes off the dangerous snake assassin before her. Her heart skipped a beat and her breath had been stolen away. An irresistible lure ensnared her that pulled her in.

            Marinette attempted to speak, to ask him his name. She fought to find the words, but they failed her. The agony and desperation to know him was soon consumed by a growing, sinister rage. Her breath caught as she struggled for each new one after the anger grew. The man spoke, but his words drowned away by an ancient memory. She gasped as her world faded to the memory.

            Marinette’s jaw dropped as the memory unfolded. She watched from Longg’s eyes as a hopeful woman labored over medicine when there was a knock. The woman happily opened it, expecting her love, but was overwhelmed by guards. They clapped the woman in irons as a man walked in after them with the captain. The captain thanked the man, the woman’s love, for helping them catch another witch.

            More memories flashed in and out, all from Longg’s eyes. Marinette saw the woman trapped in a cell within near darkness. Longg attempted to convince the woman to let Longg break her out, but the woman refused. The woman intended to go to the fire to protect her love and those he loved. The woman thanked Longg for everything and wished for Longg to be the one to light the pyre.

            Tears stung Marinette’s eyes seeing the memory of her dream in painful clarity. The woman was dragged through the streets to a wooden stake, lead by her love. She watched him chain the woman to the stake while she stared at him with nothing but love in her eyes. The woman was given her final words when she spoke to her love: “See you soon.” Longg lit the pyre that burned the woman, but also consumed her love.

            Marinette gasped as she broke of the memories. She looked around in confusion to see she was underwater. The confusion faded as searing rage and betrayal slammed into her. She snarled and hissed as she fought against it. She reminded herself that these weren’t her emotions. She didn’t hate the man. She couldn’t hate him. He was her soulmate, she knew it. She finally found him. She wanted him. She needed him.

            ‘No. No! No! I won’t let you!’ Longg roared.

            “That’s not your decision. I’ve searched my whole life, and now he’s here! I can’t-!”

            ‘He betrayed you! He betrayed me! I trusted him, and he turned you in! He was the reason you were sent to the fire! He was the reason I lost you!’

            “Stop it, Longg! That was then. This is a whole different life. Give him a chance!”

            ‘Never. I’ll see him burn. Do you hear me? He will burn and I will keep you safe. I will not lose you to him again!’

            Marinette screamed as she battled against the all-consuming rage. She fought to think about her desire for her soulmate and longing to give him a chance, but Longg pushed back harder. She shed tears that were consumed by the water as she lost the battle to Longg’s fury. She screamed again as her body burned and her vision went red.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Azul Week Day 6 - Four Seasons

Summary: Azula takes Sokka to see a firefly boom but the fireflies don't want to appear.

Sunrise is her favorite time. The quiet and lonely golden hour that people seem to miss because they can’t be bothered to rise early enough. Perhaps it makes her selfish, but she doesn’t like to share this hour with anyone. Not even with Sokka. She likes to take it with a cup of daisy-dandelion tea and a thin blanket draped around her shoulders for the sake of having a blanket around her shoulders. 

Sunset, the second golden hour, is her second favorite time. It isn’t as quiet; in fact it is rather noisy. The crickets are beginning to awaken and the people are well awake and making their own racket. 

The fireflies also begin to awaken, cluster by cluster until they are everywhere blinking in the tall grasses and upon the trees. 

Usually by now, the world around smells like smoked meats and burning the burning leaves of campfires. This is the time that she wants to share with Sokka. He enjoys meat anyhow, most certainly more than he would enjoy her shaking him awake early in the morning. Sometimes she does that anyways when she feels sad for no reason. Sometimes she does it accidentally when she wants someone to hold or nuzzle her face against. He gets grumpy but he holds her anyhow. 

“We’re almost there.” Azula remarks. 

“Exactly where are we going?” Sokka pushes a fern leaf aside. 

“There’s a big hill. We’re going on top of that.”

Sokka furrows his brows. “Why are we doing that again?” 

“Because I want to show you something.” 

“Will the cicadas stop by the time we get there? Those things are driving me crazy. We don’t have those back at home.”

“You complain about the cicadas every year.” Azula rolls her eyes.

“Is it just me or do they get louder every year?”

“I think that it’s just you.” 

“I think that you Fire Nationals are just used to it.” He grumbles. 

“We’re here.” Azula declares. 

Sokka’s shoulders slump. “It’s just a big grassy hill!” 

“For now.” Azula replies. 

“For now!?” Sokka throws his hands up. “What does that even mean?” 

Azula offers him a smug and cheerful smile. “You’ll see.” She unfurls the picnic blanket and lays it out across the grass. “I figured that since I made you walk all of this way, that’s I’d make your favorite…”

“Peppered komodo chicken with a touch of garlic and a side of…”

“Smoked seal jerky.” Azula fills in. “Yes.” She withdraws a pan, a cooking fork, and a small iron grate to rest the meat upon. She gathers herself a nice tent of firewood and lights it up.

.oOo.

The last of the sizzles and pops die away as the sun fully falls. Azula does not relight it and Sokka shudders, it is quite darker than he had imagined. But Azula seems entirely unbothered which he might have found reassuring if Azula wasn’t unbothered by most things. 

She passes his meal to him. “Enjoy.” 

He will certainly try but the sounds emitting from the shadows–the ones that Azula insists are just lemurs and screech hog-monkeys don’t make it easy. He watches Azula, ever unphased, lay herself belly-down across the picnic blanket. She rests her chin in her palms and gazes down the hill. 

“It’s firefly mating season.” She remarks at last. 

Sokka swallows his mouthful. “Good to know, I guess.” 

Azula rolls her eyes and sighs. “Every few years there’s a firefly boom.” She elaborates. “It kind of reminds me of the polar lights. Less colorful, more uniformed but it’s like looking at stars but they’re in the grass.” She gestures down the hill where the first flashes are finally beginning. 

“I’ve seen Water Tribe winters.” She continues. “So I thought that I would show you what a Fire Nation summer is like when it is at its finest…” There is something in her voice, in the way that she trails off. It makes Sokka’s stomach sink. He is being unenthusiastic and he thinks that it is cracking her confidence in this thing that she had been so excited to show him. 

He wants to be enthusiastic but he has seen fireflies before so many times. He can’t say that this is any different from what he is used to seeing. A few drifting clouds of fireflies. It is pretty for certain but he isn’t sure if it is worth a long trek through the jungle. But Azula’s smiles are worth it. 

She is not smiling right now. Rather the opposite. “There are usually more than this…” She bites her lower lip. 

Sokka’s heart sinks further. He puts a hand on her back. “It’s alright, Azula. It’s still nice.” It is quality time with her and a meal that she had taken the care to cook for him. It has been prepared and is being eaten with breathtaking scenery, however ordinary it is. “It doesn’t have to be…”

“But I wanted to show you something special.” She mumbles. 

“This is special.” He insists. 

“But you’ve seen this before.”

“I’ve seen something similar but I’ve never seen these fireflies and they never dance around in the same way.”

Azula shrugs. 

“How many times did I take you to see the polar light?”

“A lot, Sokka.” She replies. 

“And did you enjoy them any less the tenth time?” He quirks a brow.

She purses her lips. “N-no.”

“Well then.” Sokka grins. And her smile starts to return.

.oOo.

Azula isn’t sure what had woke her up but she is pleased that it has. She nudges Sokka. Once then twice. “Sokka.” She whispers. He rolls over and gives a sleepy grunt. “Sokka!” She hisses again with a harder nudge.

“Wha-uh-t!?” He grumble-whines. “Go to sleep, woman!” 

This time she gives him a very solid thumb on the back. He jerks awake. “Geez!” 

Azula laughs. 

“What!? Is someone dying?” 

Azula shakes her head. “Look.” She points at the roof of their tent. It is all beaded with firefly bulbs that rest there like glowing yellow raindrops. Now and then the insects crawl down the fabric leaving a glowing trail just as rain leaves a trail of wetness. 

“I-it’s completely covered.” Sokka sputters. 

Azula nods rather eagerly. She takes his hand. “Come on Sokka, the hill is probably full of them!”

The hills, the canopy, the tree bark. Everything. Clouds of fireflies are suspended over the pond and make themselves cozy in the leaves of cattails. 

Sokka blinks. “They’re everywhere.” 

Azula nods. 

“I’ve never seen so many!” 

She nods again and takes his hand. “Come on, Sokka.” 

“Where are we going?” He asks. She knows that he will be able to deduce the answer soon enough.

.oOo.

He and Azula wander through the tall grass. It tickles his waist as he wades his way through. Although it is significantly higher on Azula–perhaps reaching her belly button or a little above–she seems to sift through the grass with ease. 

Sometimes it is nice to just walk hand in hand with her, letting her lead him along. Tonight she guides him through a field of stars. Each blade of grass seems to be tipped with a firefly bulb or two. And each strand that they part seems to rouse a whole cloud of them into the sky. 

Azula extends her arms and cups her hands. When she parts them to let him peer inside he finds that she has come away with at least five or six fireflies. 

“This must have been fun for you when you were a kid.”

Azula shakes her head. “Father wouldn’t let us chase them. He didn’t want us to get our robes dirty. We got to look and that was nice enough. But I never had the chance to…” she reaches up and plucks another firefly from the sky. 

Never had the chance to be a kid. He can see as much on her face. And he realizes that, technically, this is a first time for her too. A childhood dream coming to life. 

“Who do you think can catch more?” Azula quirks a brow. 

“I can of course.” He declares. “I’m taller so I can reach more of them.” 

“But I’m faster.” Azula counters. And he can’t dispute that. She has reflexes on top of that and this easy, fluid way of maneuvering through the world around her. She does a half twirl to look back at him. There are fireflies in her locks and crawling on her billowing robes, over her outstretched arms. 

She doesn’t even have to lift an arm to catch the fireflies. 

He can’t see himself but he imagines that he is similarly dressed in fireflies. Any traces of sleepiness ebb right out of him. 

If he falls asleep now, he fears that he will never see something like this again. 

Azula holds her hand out and he takes it. 

Just as he had held her hand when he introduced her to the lights. 

He has shown her the winter and she has showed him the summer. 

He will show her the grand melting of a Water Tribe springtime and she will introduce him to a burning Fire Nation autumn. 

[country-lee215]

Nightmares

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Y/N woke from her nightmare with a start, hands clutching tighter at the blankets draped over Luke’s bed. Her breathing was unsteady and her eyes were wide in the darkness of the room.

It was just a nightmare, she tried to remind herself, closing her eyes and breathing in the scent of the boys as she tried to find comfort. Just a nightmare. She was fine, the boys were fine, there was nothing wrong. Everyone was safe. No need to be upset, it was just a nightmare.

She opened her eyes to see Luke’s face inches from hers, eyes closed and sleeping steadily with a peaceful look on his face. Y/N moved so she could run her thumb over his cheek and brush a bit of his hair out of his face. Luke hummed in his sleep and tugged her closer. His arm was still over her waist, fingers tucked right under the hem of the shirt she was wearing, Bo’s shirt.

Bo.

She knew Luke was safe and sound but she hadn’t checked on Bo yet. Heart starting to race again, she rolled over, not even trying to keep from waking Luke up. He made an unhappy noise as she moved, still mostly asleep.

By now, Y/N’s heart was pounding against her ribs. Bo’s side of the bed was empty with the sheets kicked down by the foot. He was gone. He wasn’t here.

Where did he go? Why wasn’t he here? Why wasn’t he laying next to her?

She felt the tears prick at the corners of her eyes and rolled back over, shaking Luke’s shoulders. “Wake up,” she muttered. “Wake up, wake up, wake up.”

Luke groaned and tried to push his face further into the pillow. He was always a bear to wake up, although not nearly as bad as Bo, this wasn’t what Y/N needed right now.

“Luke, wake up,” she sniffled, tears starting to roll down her face. “Please wake up.”

“I’m up,” he mumbled, not sounding awake at all as his words slurred together. “What’s wrong?”

“Bo’s gone.”

“Huh?”

Y/N sat up, trembling as she looked around the empty bedroom. The weather had been nice over the past few days so the windows were open to let in the breeze. The sounds of crickets were faint in the background, harmonizing with sheep bleats and clucks from the chickens out in the barn.

“Bo’s gone,” she repeated, tears coming quicker now and blurring her vision.

Luke shifted, reaching to click the lamp on his bedside. The soft light shone through the room and Luke’s expression changed to one of concern as soon as he saw the tears on Y/N’s face.

“Darlin’,” he whispered in a tone he reserved for hurt animals or Y/N when she was upset. “Oh, darlin’, why’re ya cryin’?”

Y/N continued to cry, starting to sob as Luke tucked her into his chest, pulling her onto his lap. His arm wrapped tightly around her waist, his other hand coming to hold the back of her head as she pushed her face into the crook of his neck.

“Bo’s gone,” she whimpered. “He’s gone.”

Luke hushed her gently, hand smoothing over her hair. “It’s alright, you’re alright. Don’t cry, it’s alright.”

She made a small wailing noise that broke Luke’s heart. He held her tighter and pressed a few kisses to her forehead, trying to soothe her in any way he could.

“Shhh, darlin’, you’re alright,” he said again, rubbing up and down her back. “Just breathe.”

Y/N sniffled, fingers clenching in the material of Luke’s shirt, holding him as tightly as one would hold a life preserver. She was shaking like a leaf against him.

Luke combed his finger through her hair before pulling back slightly so he could look at her. “Darlin’, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Bo,” she huffed through her tears, struggling to talk as she sobbed.

“What about him, darlin’?”

“He-he’s, he’s gone!”

“No, baby,” Luke cooed as he frantically tried to brush away her tears. “He just went for a drink or somethin’, he’s not gone. Why’re you sayin’ he’s gone?”

The bedroom door creaked open halfway, and Bo slipped through with a half-empty glass of water in his hand. He had a soft smile on his face when he saw both Y/N and Luke sitting up in bed. His face clouded over quickly and became confused upon realizing Y/N was sobbing in Luke’s arms.

“What’s goin’ on?” he asked, quickly moving to set his glass of water on the nightstand and sit on the edge of the bed. “Why are you cryin’, baby?”

Y/N pulled her face from the crook of Luke’s neck, the sound of Bo’s voice temporarily stopping her tears. She made a pitiful whine and reached out for him, her hands stretching to touch his face.

“Oh, baby,” Bo said sadly. He opened his arms and let Y/N crawl into his lap as she pressed herself as tightly as she could to his body while keeping her eyes locked on his. “What’s wrong?”

“You were gone, I-I woke up and you weren’t there,” she explained, her words spilling out in a rush. “And I, and I thought that you were-,”

Luke and Bo cut her off with various assurances of their well-being once they saw the tears start to well in the corners of her eyes again.

“No, darlin’,” Luke whispered, pressing up against her back and laying kiss after kiss to her shoulders. “We’re alright, we’re both right here.”

Bo nodded his agreement, squeezing Y/N. “I’m fine, baby, just fine. There’s nothin’ wrong.”

“But-,” she started to argue.

“Hush,” Bo chided, tucking her head under his chin and starting to rock back and forth gently. “Take a deep breath, it’s alright. Everyone’s alright.”

Luke met his eyes over Y/N’s head and gave his cousin a small shrug. He had no idea what had Y/N all riled up this late at night and she was too busy crying to explain what had gotten her all upset. All he’d been able to make out was that she'd been crying over Bo not being there.

He hadn’t been far, only in the kitchen. Luke had woken up when he left and saw him slowly detangle himself from Y/N before heading out. When he heard the kitchen tap running a moment later, Luke relaxed and tugged Y/N closer before falling back to sleep.

But as of right now, the boys couldn’t ask her what was wrong. She was far too hysterical and their only goal was to get her tears to stop. That was what mattered. And eventually, Y/N stopped crying, her sobs turning to soft sniffles as Bo and Luke continued to press gentle kisses wherever they could and murmur reassurances.

“You’re alright,” Bo said in one of the softest voices Luke had ever heard him use. “I’m right here, Luke’s right here. We’re all here, baby.”

“Please,” she begged, arms wrapped tight around Bo’s neck. “Please don’t leave again.”

“He’s not goin’ anywhere,” Luke said. He kissed where Y/N’s neck curved out into her shoulder, his hand pressed to her hip. “Neither of us are.”

Luke furrowed his brow and continued to comfortingly brush his thumb over her hip, trying to figure out why she’d gotten so upset. It wasn’t odd for Bo to make his way to the kitchen for a drink of water in the middle of the night, Y/N knew that. Something was different with her tonight, something happened and Luke didn’t know what it was.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Judging by the sudden tenseness in her shoulders, Luke guessed right.

“Oh, baby,” Bo muttered, hugging her tighter. “It was just a dream.”

“It felt real,” she sniffed. “You were both gone. I was all alone.”

“Where were we?” Luke asked.

“Jail. You didn’t even break probation, they just sent you off. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

“You know we never get caught,” Bo tried to joke, pulling away so he could look at Y/N’s face. He playfully knocked her jaw. “Your pretty face distracts all the sheriffs so we can get by.”

“But you did,” she insisted, looking between the boys with sad eyes. “You were gone.”

“Y/N,” Luke said. “Do ya really think we’d let them take us away without lettin’ you know what’s goin’ on? Do ya think we would let them take us without seein’ you first?”

Bo answered Luke’s questions before Luke could, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Of course not.”

“We love you,” Luke stressed. He reached up to hold the side of her face, keeping her eyes on him. “Both of us. We love you more than anythin’.”

She sniffed and leaned further into his hand. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

It was quiet for a moment as the trio sat next to each other, a tangled pile of limbs and love. Y/N let herself relax back into Luke’s chest as Bo scattered a few kisses over her temple and cheek.

“Why don’t you go back to bed, honey?” Luke suggested softly, letting his head rest against hers.

Her hands, wrapped up in Bo’s, clenched but relaxed as Bo continued his barrage of kisses and squeezed her fingers reassuringly. “You’re staying here?”

“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” Luke affirmed.

She nodded lightly. Then came the general shifting of finding their comfortable positions. Luke clicked off the lamp as Y/N tucked herself back against Bo’s chest. She twined her legs with Luke’s, letting her fingers interlock with his.

“Goodnight, darlin,” Luke said, pressing a soft kiss between her eyes.

“Goodnight,” she whispered meekly.

“We love you.”

“I love you too.”

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About fifteen minutes later, Y/N was sound asleep, curled up between the boys bodies. Bo’s eyes were closed but Luke could tell he wasn’t asleep. His grip on Y/N was just a little too tight and his face was still a little too tense.

“You’re awake too, huh?” Luke asked, low enough to keep from waking Y/N. His hand was low on her hip, thumb brushing back and forth over the very top of her thigh.

One of Bo’s blue eyes opened. He gave a small nod, a shy smile on his lips.

“Worrying about her?”

“Always.”

Luke chuckled softly. “She scared me when she woke me up, all in tears and sayin’ you were gone. I didn’t know what happened.”

Bo looked at Y/N sadly. “I shouldn’t’ve gotten out of bed.

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” Luke argued. “Was just a nightmare. Nothing we could’ve done about it.”

The blond made a small noise of acknowledgement and pressed his nose into her hair, letting his eyes close. Y/N hummed in her sleep and pressed back against him more.

“She’ll be back to normal tomorrow,” Luke whispered. “Everythin’ll be fine.”

Bo gave him a concerned look. “Does that mean we can’t hold onto her tomorrow?”

Luke laughed and shook his head. “Course not. I’m not fixin’ to let her out of my sight tomorrow.”

Grinning, Bo nodded in agreement. “Me either cousin. Me either.”

[scolop98]

VOTE FOR JERUSALEM CRICKETS IN THE @weirdanimal-tournament

I love Jerusalem Crickets with all my heart and I will not stand to see them eliminated in the first round by a fish, even if I think fish are lowkey eldritch creatures. Ever heard of the Giant Wētā of New Zealand? Jerusalem crickets (not from Jerusalem, also not a real cricket) are basically those but in the American southwest and not quite as big. According to Wikipedia, they’re also found in Sri Lanka and Indonesia for some reason.

Unlike basically every other Orthopteran (the grasshopper/cricket/Katydid order of insects), they don’t use their wings to call to each other - they drum their abdomens on the ground instead. They’re also omnivores that readily eat other insects, which feels weird for an orthopteran (and even if that’s not actually that weird for an orthopteran, it *feels* weird, and sometimes that’s what matters). I’m pretty sure that all species are flightless and most lack wings, and they’re also not good at jumping, which immediately makes it a Weird Orthopteran™️

And while I do admit that pufferfish have freaky teeth and a mind-boggling skeleton, for me it’s the principle of the matter. Jeruselum crickets stand in for a whole array of weird-ass orthopterans in the superfamily Stenopalmatoidea: giant wētā, tusked wētā, parktown prawns, cooloola monsters, tree wētā, king crickets, and leaf-rolling crickets (which apparently produce silk from their mouths), all relatives of the humble Jerusalem cricket.

Pufferfish may be objectively weird, and their relatives may be equally weird, but I believe that obscurity often plays a huge factor in the perceived weirdness of an animal. Pufferfish, boxfish, triggerfish, and mola mola are decently well-known if not famous sea creatures, while Jerusalem crickets and most of their relatives are far from mainstream at best and often incredibly obscure.

A vote for the Jerusalem cricket isn’t just a vote for the best arthropod to bear the name Potato Bug; it’s a vote for all of the large, chunky, usually flightless, and criminally underrated quasi-wetas of the world

Also, I think they’re adorable. How can you say no to that face? Do it for him. Vote jeruselum cricket

[lforlimbo]

Call me a sunset “and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else. She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a white sky, and brown leaves choking the brook, and one last cricket in the crisp weeds… but thank God it was not that echo alone that I worshipped. What I used to pamper among the tangled vines of my heart, mon grand pch radieux, had dwindled to its essence: sterile and selfish vice, all that I cancelled and cursed. You may jeer at me, and threaten to clear the court, but until I am gagged and halfthrottled, I will shout my poor truth. I insist the world know how much I loved my Lolita, this Lolita, pale and polluted, and big with another’s child, but still gray-eyed, still sooty-lashed, still auburn and almond, still Carmencita, still mine; Changeons de vie, ma Carmen, allons vivre quelque, part o nous ne serons jamais spars; Ohio? The wilds of Massachusetts? No matter, even if those eyes of hers would fade to myopic fish, and her nipples swell and crack, and her lovely young velvety delicate delta be tainted and torneven then I would go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of your dear wan face, at the mere sound of your raucous young voice, my Lolita.”

[musesofawolf]

"You always remember your first kill."

Kaleh'a had heard that statement a hundred times, and felt like he would hear it another hundred before he ever got the chance to experience what it meant. It was something of a mantra from his mother, the white haired Miqo'te past her prime, but more the wiser for it, and guiding her son's hand in archery had proven easy enough. Even if that same son had still not felled a beast, an alert deer, or a darting rabbit. It was his greatest failure as a hunter, so far, and one that he went out every evening to try and rectify.

That day was no different.

Above him, Menphina winked down between wisps of clouds, the sky painted a vibrant hue of orange and purple as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, the last rays of warmth kissing the tip of the tree he sat crouched in. Shifting on his feet, his leather boots scraped softly against the bark, the only sound he made besides soft breaths, his bow unslung and strung, the firm wood resting against the tops of his boots as his blue eyes scanned the forest floor below. He had picked his location carefully, tracking coming naturally to the cat boy, his blonde ears flicking one way and then the next as the forest came alive. It was his goal to blend into that liveliness, to just be a part of his, to not stand out in his soft, laced, long sleeve brown shirt, to be just high enough to avoid detection by scent, and yet low enough that he wouldn't split his wool pants when he dropped down to finish his prey. His long tail flicked at the thought, carefully wrapped around his ankles, so it wouldn't hang down and alert an animal with its unconscious movements. He wanted that kill, needed it at this point, already eighteen and considered an adult, but truthfully, he didn't mind one more night of going kill-less.

He loved these nights. The calmness. The watching. The waiting. He just didn't love the strain of staying in one position for so long. His right hand left his bow string, brushing away his bangs from his eyes, their white tips--his mother's prideful voice rising in his head, "Moon kissed"--a little more evident in the moonlight starting to filter down, and he shifted again on his perch. On his back, his quiver shifted, he fur lined inside keeping the noise of his arrows to a minimum, the two gripped in his right hand parallel with the bow's curve more likely to make a sound than those resting peacefully in their home. That was all he should need anyways. Two quick draws, two quick fires, one dead meal. Then it would all be handy work, a knife, skinning and claiming his trophy, that coveted first kill.

If anything shows up, he thought dully, letting out a soft sigh, blue orbs lazily gliding along the forest floor. There was nothing there, not even a curious mouse to brush a leaf and catch his attention. It was so...quiet.

Both of his ears shot up, at attention, as his eyes stopped seeing, and instead, he focused on his hearing. When had the crickets stopped singing? The nightingales stopped warbling? When had everything around him grown so unnaturally still, like the entire forest was waiting for something...something Kaleh'a knew nothing about. He sat there, for a long, slow minute, listening, and finally, as the sun dipped below the surface of the horizon fully, he saw it. A flicker of orange in a forest of green, something as out of place as he was in the foliage, and something he knew deep down exactly what it was.

He was already moving before he could fully think it through, bow slung into his quiver, hands grabbing the branch below him, swinging down to the forest floor, smoothly rolling and bouncing out of it as he started running towards the oddity he had spotted, perhaps the most dangerous thing in a forest.

Fire.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Kaleh'a knew the layout of the surrounding area well, and it was only three minutes before he reached a small, well used road that cut through the forest, about where he had estimated the orange glow of early embers lay. He wasn't sure if he should be proud he was right, or worried, perhaps even fearful as he took in the scene. A carriage sat in the middle of the road, overturned and the lantern in the front broken, burning oil licking at the dry wood as someone pounded on the broken door from the inside, the twisted frame jamming it shut. He could see that all, about thirty yards away, clear as day as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, scanning the surroundings for danger. He found a hint of it only ten yards in front of him.

In the road, the carriage driver lay, and just from the glance Kaleh'a took, he knew the man was dead. His legs...his legs were no longer joined with his body. And his chest...

The archer felt like he was going to puke as staggered out of the tree line, his gaze flicking away from the man as he took a deep breath, the sound of someone yelling catching his attention, his eyes alighting on a, thankfully, alive and well dressed knight. His armor was dented, right in the center of the chest plate, but he was up, waving his sword, and staring down--

"Never hunt a red eye."

Red eyes. Angry, blazing, red eyes. The pierced the soul with hatred as the beast stomped a hoof, the boar staring down the frantically waving guard, not a drop of sympathy in it's gaze as it shook it's head. A tusk, easily twice the length of Kaleh'a's torso, curved from it's lips, the other, shorter tusk chopped off halfway, but already the full one had blood dripping from it, a tattered remnant of a guard's clothing hanging from the tip. The wound on the fallen driver's chest, the force he had to have taken... Bile rose in his mouth as Kaleh'a pushed forward, his body recoiling inside as he reached back and pulled out his bow, yelling out as the boar stomped it's front hoof again,

"The carriage! Get behind it!"

The guard, surprised to hear a voice turned, eyes widening as he saw the archer knocking an arrow and aiming it right at the creature easily twice his size, recognizing the wisdom of those words as he took a step towards the only barrier he could put between himself and the monster. But his armor was heavy, his chest was on fire, and his movements were slow, slow enough for the boar to begin it's charge.

Thundering footsteps were met with a twang of a bow string, an iron tipped arrow singing through the air and smacking wetly into the beast's neck, a grunting snort and toss of its head the only sign it had felt the sting of the archer's shot before it was upon the guard, but the arrow saved the guard a gruesome impalement. The toss of the monster's head was enough to turn aside it's tusk, the goring instrument glancing along the guard's side as he screamed in fear and pain, sending the armored man spinning to the ground, but out of harms way. A heavy thud followed, and a shrill shriek rose from the carriage, whoever was within it feeling the jolt and hearing the splinter of wood as the beast turned the carriage rack on the back to splinters. The passenger hold held up, the beast squealed angrily, and those beady red eyes turned towards the last known offender.

"Never hunt a red eye."

Kaleh'a understood why now. The shot he had landed should have ended the threat, on any normal boar he was sure it would have. But this...this monstrosity was another thing entirely. He cursed under his breath, a second arrow knocked, drawn, and released before the beast could fully face him, the second arrow striking just as true, square between and slightly above the eyes. It froze for a second, as if confused, or hopefully, wounded, but dread crept through Kaleh'a as he saw those red eyes narrow, focus, and pin him.

Fear like nothing he had ever felt stilled his arms, his hands, his feet. It left him frozen, rooted, a dead man. No! Move! Do not freeze! He had to move, his life depended on it.

The boar's left front hoof scraped the dirt angrily, beady eyes fixed on its target.

Familiarity. That was what made an archer dangerous. Knowing their bow, their arrows, their draw speed and turning each motion into a smooth and sure flow. Muscle memory propelled his arm, up and back, hand closing around three arrows, two transferred to his bow hand, the third knocked on the string.

The boar's left foot dug again at the dirt, and with a squeal it charged.

It was enough to shock the Miqo'te's system, get him moving, a rapid full draw and release, his left arm stinging as the bow string snapped along it, no guard there for the young archer. The second arrow was knocked before the beast made it five yards, fifteen left between him and death, the steel tip joining it's earlier brother between the eyes, sinking a few inches into flesh, but nothing more. The second draw and fire was quicker, accurate, true as the last, slamming into the beast to the left of the other two, turning its head into a pincushion of three arrow shafts, but none of the heads biting deep enough. Ten yards.

He didn't know who was screaming, wasn't even aware it was his lips parted in that terrifying caterwaul as he drew back the third arrow, the beast's breath hot as it closed within five yards, three, two--

That last arrow sang as it left his bow, a tune he had never heard before as bow string propelled it forward, wooden shaft scraping along wooden guide, metal tip gleaming as the carriage seat caught fire and flared to life. Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was skill. Either way, the arrow found something besides tough, thick skin.

The beast's eye gave easily to the force of the arrow tip, collapsing and welcoming it into its home, the shaft following at speed as blood gushed around it. The arrow continued onward, discontent with its initial findings, travelling deeper, deeper than any arrow before it had landed. That beady red eyes was replaced in seconds with a three feathered flight, the knocking notch and its supporting feathers the only thing visible of the arrow, the second eye falling as lifeless as the other now was.

Legs crumpled, the dead weight too much to support as the beast belly flopped to the earth, sliding without so much as a sound those last two yards, tusk sliding clear of its target, the short nose of the monster stopping right at Kaleh'a's boots, snot dripping from it as the archer stared down at it in shock. No breaths lifted the thing's chest. No heart still beat in it. Only black and red ichor leaked from its eye, the killing blow, as the archer tried and failed to comprehend what had just happened.

His mouth was slightly agape, his heart hammering in his chest as adrenaline coursed through his body, his tail twitching and flicking behind him as he tried to catch his breath, throat raw for some reason. He had imagined his first kill a hundred times, fired a thousand arrows for that very purpose. It was always an animal, unaware, clean and fast, no chance to run, or hide, or spoil the hunt. It had never crossed his mind that it would be this, staring down a boar, a red eyed boar, charging him, shooting like his life depended on it--because his life depended on it, and dropping a monster that had taken a life already. He had never imagined--

The boar twitched, a phantom twitch, muscles relaxing, and the Miqo'te leapt a solid yard straight up, hissing wildly as his tail shot out and bristled, an arrow just appearing in his hand as he loosed it point blank as soon as his feet touched the ground, right into the beast's head again as he hissed again. But it was already dead, the arrow seeming to stick out of its target oddly, as if to ask "why did you do that?" He took a slow, deep, shuddering breath and let his shoulders relax, lowering his bow as he breathed out, taking in another breath...why did he smell...smoke?

"Oh. Oh shit! The carriage!"

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It was much easier to break into the carriage than out, a shrilly trilling woman dressed in expensive, but not haughty clothes pulled out first by Kaleh'a, before an equally well dressed man he could only assume was the woman's husband followed, only needing the faintest attempt at help before he just hauled himself out. The woman was staring at the beast, rooted at the spot she had jumped down to from the overturned carriage, a mere seven or so yards from the front of the carriage, as her husband set about throwing dirt on the fire, Kaleh'a quickly joining him, then giving up, kicking the weakened driver's seat a few times, dislodging the flaming bench, and kicking it away from the rest of the carriage. It only took the two men a minute to put the flat piece of wood out that way, before both, and then a third in the form of a hobbling soldier, put out the lantern and lingering oil flame. Slowly, all three turned tired, and beaten, faces towards the beast.

"Our driver, Reyn." The nobleman turned a hopeful gaze towards Kaleh'a, and he just shook his head, unwilling to speak what he had seen, what had become of the man, gesturing to the noblewoman.

"You should keep her towards the back of the carriage. That way she won't see--"

"Is it dead?"

The soft voice that cut off the young archer grabbed both their attention, Kaleh'a taking a moment to answer as he saw what looked like overwhelming awe on the woman's face. "Yes. It's dead."

"And you killed it?" Her husband was at her side in a moment, murmuring softly to her as he turned her towards the carriage, guiding her towards the back of it, but her words still reached Kaleh'a where he stood. "How...how do you kill something like that?"

His tail flicked, and he slowly lifted his hands, as if realizing for the first time that yes, he had killed it. He had killed his first prey. He had done it, and as he stared at his hands, he noticed they were shaking slightly, as if her words confirming it made it real.

"It gets...easier." The raspy breath beside the cat boy nearly sent him jumping again, until he saw armor, a now sheathed sword, and a guard looking a good bit worse for wear, although incredibly standing and standing well. "You saved us."

Kaleh'a could only stare at the guard, dumbstruck, and a little confused, meeting his hazel eyes for a moment before realizing what the guard was hinting at, the archer's eyes widening as he shook his head. "I don't expect a reward!"

"But you deserve one." The guard reached out, grabbed Kaleh'a's left hand, pulling it up and pressing a small, but heavy bag of coins into it, giving the archer a stern look. "Don't try to give it back. You did a good thing. That money is nothing compared to our lives." The sad glance towards Reyn's body had the Miqo'te's ears wilting, his mouth opening and closing, trying to work the words out of his mouth, the money feeling heavier in his hand.

"I'm sorry...I didn't get here sooner."

"Don't be. There was nothing you could do." The guard shook his head, and slowly sank back against the carriage, sitting with a groan as he gestured towards the beast. "Came out of the forest on our side, gored the poor fool before he could even react, and tipped our carriage. Honestly...I thought we were done until you came along."

"I saw the fire." He didn't know why he felt like he had to say it, but it just made sense to say it, motioning to where he had come from. "The sun had already set, I knew it had to be a fire."

The guard gave the young man another look, a long one, before he remarked, "You know this area well."

"I do."

"Anywhere we could stay?" A simple question, and one Kaleh'a should have thought of, especially while still holding their money. He rapidly pocketed it, nodding as the bag of gold found its home against his chest, turning towards the road.

"Yes! My town, I'm sure we could find a place for you. It's about..." He glanced around, checking their surroundings, and the position of the moon, before confirming, "no more than twenty minutes walk."

The guard chuckled, and gestured towards the road. "We won't have to walk."

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When Kaleh'a saw the flicker of torches in front of his town's gate, he knew his absence had not gone unnoticed. The town of only thirty some-odd people meant everyone knew everyone, and when one went missing, everyone went looking. Instead of having to venture out into the dark, they were instead met by the Miqo'te archer leading two horses, a nobleman and his wife on one, and a guard in silver armor on the other. It was a white haired Miqo'te female who broke the line first, letting out a wail as she ran towards her son, hugging him as he laughed, Kaleh'a happily returning his mother's hug before she broke their embrace to look him over.

"What were you thinking?! Staying out this late. You know what lurks in this fore--"

"Mom, please." He chuckled and nodded to their guests, already the townsfolk helping them down and asking if they were okay. "They needed help, I gave it."

His mother's eyes narrowed, taking in the guard's dented armor, and his ragged appearance. "Help, help with what?"

Abruptly, a cry of surprise went up, and the townsfolk shifted, flowed, and then pressed towards the dark, shadowy object behind the horses, what they had dragged the entire way back to the town. His mother didn't need to look closer, her night vision giving her all the view she needed, eyes going wide as she saw the arrows sticking from its head, turning slowly back to her son as he gave her a tired smile.

"You were right, mom. You never forget your first kill."

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He never spent a cent of that money. Even to this day he carries it with him. The bag has changed, a padded one to muffle the sound of clinking coin, but he never forgot. The money became a reminder, of why he hunted, what he hunted, and for who he hunted. He hunted to protect. He hunted the monsters of the world. And he hunted for those who couldn't. And with every step, and every draw, and every soft shift of those coins, he'd always remember that first kill, and the path it set him on.

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[ 💛 || reveal - Warble Wings ]

[ at late midnight. Crickets chirping and the wind blows cold. As snickers passing by, hiding between corners in the floral kingdom without making any sounds. burglars in dark hoods looked over the bank. Knocking out the guards quickly. Breaks open the entrance and then the bank volt. Taking all valuable treasures. Money and jewelries into their bags ]

“ tsk! These will make us goddamn rich! ” “ be quiet and hurry up! ”

[ leaving the bank as their bags dangles and clings from the golds and diamonds ]

[ in a distance as two eyes peeked behind in a tall tree. its goggles shined from the moonlight. It scanned the three thieves. They seemed to have no wings. perhaps they are elves. It pulled out its flute and made a quick melody, quarter to sixteenth to alarm the thieves ] “ huh? Did you guys hear that? ” “ Be quiet and move! The quicker we leave the sooner we won’t get caught! ”

[ The hooded fairy behind the tree puts tranquilizer darts in its flute. It aims at two crooks and blows. It hits on their neck. They both dropped the bags as they passed out. Only the leader is left unharmed. It looked behind seeing its comrades on the ground ] “ you idiots! ” [ it whispered as it exclaimed ]

[ the thief looked around to see any threats coming. Then an incoming attack dart and it missed. It looked far and saw the hidden fairy at the tall tree. The burglar fled quickly, leaving its comrades. The mysterious hooded fairy jumped from tree to tree quickly. The thief did a quick turn in town ]

“ huff! Huff! ” [ it breathed while carrying the bag and looked behind. It smiled and chuckled ] “ haha. Finally lost it. ”

[ the fairy it was being chased with suddenly jumped down in front of it. Slides its leg and knocks the thief out silently ]

[ it pulled out a rope and tied up the telf ]

[ As later on. three bags of gold and diamonds were thrown back into the volt of the bank. And the other, The elves were exposed into the light as kingdom guards saw them all tied up and gets arrested ]

[ - - - ]

[ the hooded fairy with goggles quietly enters their home. Not making a sound as it enters its dark room. it closed its door and let out a breath ] “ huff.. ” [ it puts its flute. The tranquilizer darts. And a bow with arrows into a hidden hole beneath the planks of woods and closed it back ]

[ as it stood up. The room suddenly lit up. The fairy looked around and saw Sweet already standing, eye widened. Shocked to see ]

[ as the fairy was about to speak. Sweet raised a hand ] “ no. don’t fool me. explain yourself Mark. ”

[ it revealed Mark as he removed his goggles and hoodie down ] “ okay but I wanna ask about how long you've been standing there. ”

“ That doesn’t matter. Just explain already… ”

[ Mark looked around, bit his lip and huffed ] “ alright…i’ve been. Fighting crimes every late at night. And rumors were right about this crime fighting stuff because I did most of this stuff. That’s why I decided to move here and tagged you guys along. Seems like the nicest place for you guys to live in ”

“ soooo…you’re truely dark winged arrow aaand leaf bug from our old town.? ” [ Sweet pointed out and Mark rolled his eyes ] “ you guys seriously call me that..? ”

“ it’s what the town calls you. ”

“ right. ”

“ it’s still a terrible name ”

“ I know. I never even named myself about this”

[ Sweet nods ] “ mhm mhm okay I see and THIS IS WHAT YOU’VE BEEN DOING ALL THESE YEARS?! ” “ Shshshhshhhh!!! “

“ Mark! You’ve been fighting crimes every night without telling us?! ”

“ I have a reason why! ”

“ why not?! ”

“ because- ugh! I don’t know how to tell, okay?! I did this like… a hobby now and I find it interesting to beat up some bad guys! ”

“ you’re lucky you came back without a scratch! ”

[ Mark dropped his shoulders. He walked near to  Sweet and held their hand. begging ] “ pleeaase don’t tell anyone about this. don't want to get revealed. Not even cap’n and Cakes. I just- don’t want this simple job get them involved. ”

“ only if you kiss me first. ”

[ Mark huffed and leaned in closer. He did as he was told. Gave a kiss to his partner ] “ that’s better.”

“ yeah yeah whatever. Why are you in my room anyway.? ”

[ Sweet taps their foot ] “ I was just borrowing something… ”

“ heh. Do you want me to tell k_k and cap you’re not sleeping and doing your projects again? ”

“ hypocrite. You’re the one who isn’t asleep. ”

“ okay okay fine just..leave already and don’t tell anyone alright? ”

[ the shorter speaker sighed and walking out of the room. It turned back to him ] “ oh and. Just know what you’re doing. Don’t want you hurt. Okay? ” “ i got this sweetheart~ ” [ Sweet rolled their eye again and closed the door ]

[ after that. Mark let out a breath and flopped into the bed ] “ wow that came out easily.. ” [ he said as he looked at his googles and sighed.  He hid it back down. Lay down to his bed with a pillow he held and started thinking ]

[ would it be a good idea if Sunny knows this? Probably not. It’s just a simple job anyways. No one should know. ]