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felix catton x reader where felix cheats and tries to win reader back 🫣🫣🫣

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Felix Catton x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: A week after Felix cheats, you attempt to end your sulking by going to a party. He is there and convinces you to come back to his dorm; all in an attempt to win you back.

Word Count: 2.0k+

Account Ref: @kaionyx

TW: Drunken Sex, Nasty Smut

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Things have been quite stressful lately. You’d already been struggling to keep up with all your assignments. Now with the recent infidelity in your relationship, it was near impossible to focus. Truly nothing made you cringe more than watching a man beg for forgiveness after cheating. Felix had been texting you all week, trying to salvage the relationship the two of you had. It just wasn’t happening, trying to find the respect you had for him was like looking for a unicorn. You were currently in your dorm, getting ready to go out. It was that time of the semester where parties were every weekend and the smell of hopelessness lingered in everyone's nose. Being confined to your room due to a mild depression, it was finally time to go out and be a whore. The first couple days you were feeling guilty for not responding to Felix. Now you couldn’t be more excited to go out, not even with any girlfriends. On a mission to get dicked down, you start doing your hair and makeup. Drawing on a thick wing of eyeliner and complementing it with huge eyelashes. It had been a week since the last time you wore makeup, which caused you to feel quite full of yourself. After getting dressed and making sure your purse had all the essentials before leaving.

The air outside was cold and crisp, enough to make your stomach tighten as you walked. Hitting your pen as you made your way towards the frat house. It was still pretty early so the lawn wasn’t completely thrashed with bottles and drunken students. Immediately you head towards the kitchen, making yourself a drink. Your face lights up when you see the sour cherry syrup sitting next to the Ciroc bottles. Mixing the two into a solo cup and making your way back into the living room. Felix was there, leaning against one of the walls. He immediately spots you, walking quite briskly to greet you. Asking why you haven’t been taking any of his calls or responding to messages. The fact that he was even asking was pissing you off, like he forgot he cheated on you.

“Maybe you could come over to my place? I have a surprise for you,” he says, you could tell he was a little tipsy. When he could see you weren’t amused he started finding other reasons for you to come over, “not to mention you left a lot of shit at my place,” he says, resting his hand on your hips. You allow him to do so but not let him pull you closer.

“Ask me again when I'm drunker,” you say, laughing and turning to walk in the other direction.

Ending up spotting a few friends from your social science class. Grouping in with them as you drank, they all seemed quite excited to see you out and about. Knowing you’d recently been through a breakup, they were encouraging you to drink and smoke. You happily obliged, constantly making trips to the kitchen to refill your cup. Dancing on your friends, enjoying the energy of everyone around you. Like everyone was letting out their demons one way or another. However, you started feeling quite sticky, the air thick with smoke. You excuse yourself and make your way to the front yard. Needing a bit of fresh air and wanting to smoke a blunt. It was still quite nippy outside but the vodka blanket was keeping you warm. Lighting the blunt and taking a deep drag, tilting your head back and exhaling. Admiring the moon as you looked up at the sky. Suddenly you smell menthol, reminding you of Felix. Sure enough when you look for the smell, you see him standing a couple feet away from you. Just your luck you’d run into him outside while having a smoke. His eyes light up and he walks over to greet you. He trips a little on his way over, which makes you chuckle. “As embarrassing as that was, hearing your laugh really made it worth it,” he says, the cheesy pickup line made you roll your eyes.

“Who’s dad gave you that one to use?” you joke, taking another drag.

“Oh come one, don’t act like you don’t miss me,” he says, offering you a hit on his ciggy, “I know you love a good puff when you’re drunk,” he says, taking the blunt out of your hand to insinuate he wanted to trade.

Due to your inebriation, you were a little more willing to entertain his foolishness. Taking a drag, closing your eyes to enjoy the fresh feeling of menthol stinging your chest. Not used to the potency of a cig, you start coughing a bit. He was making small talk with you, basically running down this past week's events. You weren’t really paying attention, instead admiring him as he spoke. The two of you had a very active and healthy sex life. Banging like rabbits, it didn’t matter where or when. When you’re used to fucking at least once a day, a week seemed like a century. He looked amazing with the porch lights shining down on him. Illuminating his massive figure, he bellowed so much smoke from his exhales; nearing incinerating the blunt into ash with just a few hits. The smell of his cologne flooding your nose, giving you a small level of comfort.

“So have you thought about hanging out tonight?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

At first you were going to decline his offer, however you were in desperate need to catch a dick. It was also nice to have sex in an apartment as opposed to a dorm room with thin walls. Not to mention it would be quite dangerous to be walking alone on campus while cross faded. It was actually nice walking together while holding each other. Having his arm draped over your shoulder, hand caressing the soft skin of your neck. Running your hand up and down his arm, blushing when you felt goosebumps on his skin. Felix smoked your blunt into a roach, so you were passing the pen back and forth to each other. His apartment was only two blocks from campus, luckily because the both of you were wasted. You held onto his belt loops once you finally got to his apartment. Waiting patiently for him to unlock the door, immediately the smell of cologne and stale smoke. To some it might be gross but for you it was nostalgic; reminding you of a simpler time, when you were ignorant to who Felix really was. He was turning on the stereo, grabbing a bottle of Jewel of Russia vodka.

“Is that the surprise?” you asked, as he filled two shot glasses.

“No give me a second,” he said, going back into the bedroom, when he came out he was holding a teddy bear with a shirt that said: sorry for being an asshole. With a box of Martin’s Chocolatier chocolates. You couldn’t help but laugh, as sweet as the gesture was, it was humorous at its core. When you’re reminded that these gifts are because he cheated.

“Aww you’re so sweet,” you play along, acting like this made up for shit.

“Really? I don’t know if you’ve been getting my voicemails but I want you to know that I’m so fucking sorry. I’d do anything to show you how much I regret taking you for granted,” he said.

“Anything?” you asked suggestively, letting your body weight be supported by the kitchen island.

“Fucking anything,” he says, eyeing you like a oasis in a desert.

You use your hand gesturing to him to come closer. Without hesitation he approaches you. Using the counter behind you to support himself, pressing his body completely against yours. You felt like fire had been ignited on your cheeks and ears. Grateful that your makeup was hiding how truly flustered you were. He was breathing heavily down onto you, the smell of liquor coming from his breath was making you wet. Both of you were testing each other, waiting to see who was going to make the first move. The tension in the room was enough to make you swell and ache. Watching him eye you down like a piece of meat. Wanting to pounce but being stubborn, wanting him to kiss you first. Suddenly, he picks you up. Now you were sitting on the counter, him standing between your legs. An involuntary gasp leaves your mouth from the sudden movement. The height difference between the two of you is now gone, making direct eye contact. Lips hovering over each other, nothing but a couple centimeters keeping the distance. Wrapping your legs around his hips, making his dick print press against you. The friction made him smash his mouth against yours.

The kiss was sloppy and rough. Biting and sucking on each other's lips till they were raw. Wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. He uses his arm to clear off the counter. Shit catering to the floor, not that either of you gave a fuck. You unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, exposing himself. Following suit, pulling your dress and the panties to the side. Nothing could have pulled the two of you out of the moment even for a second; not even a condom. He sticks his fingers in your mouth, collecting saliva to wet himself down. Moaning as he practically finger fucked your mouth, looking at you like he couldn’t wait to rip you apart. After stroking himself for a couple moments, he was lining his head up with your entrance. Letting your head fall back onto the cold counter top, becoming impatient with waiting. He finally slid in, after having no contact for a week, the feeling of him filling you was euphoric. You pulled him down by the hair and for a while you both just embarrassed each other. Both of you enjoying each other's bodies after being apart both emotionally and physically. Once in a while you’d clench around him, enjoying the fullness; he’d rock his hips feeling you walls suffocating him with an intense heat.

He began fucking into you, tired of wasting time. Coiling your fingering in his shaggy hair, pulling slightly as he kissed and sucked hickies onto your shoulder and neck. A thin layer of sweat starts to coat both your bodies as the pace quickens. Feeling close to coming, you push him away. Sitting up on your elbows, he pulls out and away looking confused and concerned.

“Take me to the couch.” You said.

He smirks and carries you over, taking a seat with you on his lap. Facing him while on your knees, he starts to knead and play with your chest. You line his cock up and sink down until you fully take his member into you. He gasps at how tight and wet you felt around him, a groan leaves your mouth. Starting to bounce up and down, slowly at first. Lifting your all the way from his tip back down to the base. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth hung open as he watched. Working yourself on his cock, watching him get more and more flustered. Made you feel formidable, seeing the power your body wielded over him. Moving from your knees onto your toes, allowing you to bounce faster. He took this opportunity to start pounding up into you at an animalistic pace. Even though he was absolutely obliterating your cervix, the look on his face alone almost made you cum. He was bright red with sweat dripping, putting his heart and soul into destroying your pussy.

He stops, picking you up without saying anything and walks the two of you into the bathroom. Setting you down before lamming the lights on and ripping the shower curtain off the hooks, causing them to fly to the ground. Seeing how desperate and rough he was driving you crazy. Still carrying you he slams your back into the shower wall. Pressing his full body weight onto you, pushing himself deep into you. Now that his hips and torso were helping support your weight, he reaches over and cuts the water on. Not even caring that the two of you were still clothed. The hot water rains down as he starts furiously slamming himself in you. Wet hair covered your face slightly, fucking up your makeup and lashes. Normally you’d be insecure about how ridiculous your face looked, makeup running down your face. He was making you feel like a pornstar, like you were the only thing that could satisfy him. Fucking into you so hard that all the bottles on the shower rack were bouncing loudly. He was panting, water dripping off the hair that was flopped on the front of his face; just slightly covering his eyes. Moaning so loud it was practically screaming, tightening around him as you got close.

Feeling you start to tighten and convulse made him cum into you. Hard thrusts as he moaned loudly into your ear. Making eye contact as the two of you came together. The way you could feel him get harder, and the last couple thrust become more slippery only made you want more. Catching his breath and turning the water off. Instead of stopping, he just walked back to the bedroom. Standing at the foot of the bed before falling forward, so that the two of you were missionary on the bed. After fucking for so long, the two of you were both extremely sensitive. Almost to the point where you wanted to stop, but when he started rocking his hip again you couldn't get enough. Cum leaking out of you slightly, making his cock slide in and out so easily. You let your body go limp and he slowly trusted, increasing his pace. Holding the back of your knees up, allowing him to frantically chase his orgasm at a better angle. Due to you having recently orgasm, it didn’t take long before you were the both of you were teetering the edge of your climaxes. Gripping onto the blanket as you felt him fill you against. Bucking and rutting uncontrollably while moaning. He collapses next to you, both of you practically half dead. While he laid there passed out, you got up. Legs shaking but still determined to take the soaked clothes you had on. Putting on a pair of his sweatpants and hoodie. Reaching out trying to cuddle you, he notices you were up; dressed and on your phone.

“Thank you for giving us a second chance,” he said groggily.

“Who said that?” you asked, grabbing your purse before meeting the Uber you just ordered.

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nateconnolly · 9 months ago

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When I was fourteen, I asked Grandma to sue for custody over me and my brother. She would probably have won, too. Our neighbors had called the sheriffs more than once when they heard the screaming. I denied everything, but it all got written down anyways. The court could subpoena those records, I would honestly testify in court, and that would be the end of it.

We were stargazing in her back yard. She drank whiskey. She wouldn’t let me have any, even though I drank with Dad all the time, so I had a Pepsi. I carried two lawn chairs out into the darkness. Only it wasn’t really darkness. On the eve of a full moon, I could see the smallest lines of the bar code on my soda can. That night was a new moon without clouds. Nothing to obscure the stars.

For years, I had wanted to ask Grandma to adopt us, but I never found the courage. The idea just burned inside my head. I dreamed of leaving home and living with her; instead, the words had always died in my throat. Impossible to speak, impossible to keep inside.

That night, Toby was sleeping like a rock inside, my soda was sweet, the stars were shining, and I thought, I want to be here every night. So I decided to finally tell Grandma what I wanted.

“I want to stay with you.”

“You can stay the night. We’ll just go in and call your father to let him know where you are.”

“No. I want to stay here permanently.”

Grandma didn’t say a word.

“I want you to sue for custody,” I said.

“Jesus, Jasper…” she said. “What do you think that would do to your father?”

“He’d have two less mouths to feed.”

“And two more holes in his heart.”

“He doesn’t love me.”

“Of course he loves you.”

I swallowed. I had already admitted my deepest fantasy—that Grandma would take me and my brother away—and suddenly, I found that I couldn’t keep secrets anymore. Once I allowed the dam to crack, the flood was inevitable. I said something I had never admitted to anyone before.

“He hits me.” I waited for Grandma to react. “He hits me hard. Way too hard.”

I stared into my grandmother’s agonized eyes, hoping she would solve all my problems, but she just stared back at me in silence.

“Yesterday, he put out a cigarette on my chest.” I pulled up my t-shirt and showed her the burn on my ribs. “Just because I forgot to take out the trash.”

She still didn’t say anything. I could see her heart slowly breaking apart.

But I also saw that she wasn’t going to intervene.

I had always assumed my grandmother actually would try to take me and Toby once she knew how Dad treats us. I thought I only had to work up the courage to ask. If she knew, she would stop it. She would save me. But she had always known, hadn’t she?

Grandma ruffled my hair.

“When I was a young woman, not much older than you, I would drive to Utah every winter and backpack in the Uintas,” she said. “Completely alone. Sometimes, I would be out there for more than two weeks. The hardest part came halfway through the trip. There was this twelve-mile-long stretch of land without ponds or rivers, which meant that I couldn’t stop and sleep. If I slept, I would wake up without water, and I would die. Once I set out through the dry land, I had to keep moving. No matter what.

“You know how I got through it? I would pick a tree close in front of me, and I would let myself think of nothing else. That tree was the center of every thought in my head. I told myself, ‘You only have to make it to that tree. Then you can stop.’ And it helped, even though it wasn’t true. If I told myself to walk twelve miles, I would drop dead. But I told myself that I only had to walk a few feet to the next tree — and I told myself that at least a thousand times. That mantra got me through it. Because walking to the tree feels like nothing, and by the time you’ve reached it, you feel strong enough to reach the next.”

She put her hand on my shoulder. “Just one more tree, kiddo.”

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something-tofightfor · 6 months ago

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Liminality: Part 9

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Word Count: 7,976

Rating: This one's actually very tame, but I'm gonna go with M for overall content + language.

Summary: You and Frankie have decided some things about the next full moon, but there are plenty more to consider. Conversations with some of the people that he's closest to prove to you that Frankie's friends do, in fact have his - and your - best interests in mind.

A surprise revelation puts a few more things into perspective ... and widens your new circle of friends a little more.

Author’s note:

The action picks up the next chapter - I promise. This one is a lot more focused on relationship building and setting groundwork. There are also a couple clues in here (as well as some nods to the movie) ... let's see if you can catch them, Thank you for reading! Please come say hello in my inbox or through DMs if you want!

This one goes out specifically to @anniet852 for making the request that I post it tonight. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for reaching out.

Masterlist (for the journal entries and all of the other 'extras' + previous chapters)

There was something warm and soft pressed against the space just in front of your ear, and after you blinked a few times, you realized what it was. It’s Frankie, and he’s kissing me.

Humming quietly, you rolled back and toward him, but he stopped you with one hand on your side, sighing out your name. “No time. I’m gonna be late.” What? “Didn’t wanna get up so I stayed with you as long as I could.” Oh. “Stay in bed.”

“But -” You voice was hoarse and thick with sleep, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“No, it’s early.” He kissed you again, that time a little closer to your mouth. “Stay as long as you want. Make yourself at home. Spare key’s in the kitchen. Take it with you and give it back next time I see you.” His tone was low and soothing - a quiet rumble in your ear. Even though you wanted to get up, you felt yourself drifting again, sinking deeper into the nest of blankets that smelled like him as he pulled the top one up and over your shoulders. “I’ll call you tonight.”

You hummed in agreement, nodding, and Frankie squeezed your shoulder but didn’t say anything else. A few minutes later, you thought you heard the front door close, but you were already almost back asleep.

The next time you woke up, the room was filled with light, and the clock on the bedside table said 10:27. I just slept for almost ten hours. Pushing yourself upright, you rubbed at your eyes with one hand, yawning.

It was strange to be in Frankie’s house alone, but you felt comfortable, and there was a large part of you that was excited to have the opportunity to look around before you left. You weren’t going to snoop, but you did want to get a better idea of Frankie as a man without him only a few feet or a room away.

He’d told you to make yourself at home, and so you did, setting the coffee pot to brew while you looked around the kitchen and into the living room.

There were pictures hanging on the fridge - Frankie and Carmen in his back yard, one of him and a woman you assumed was Becca with a swaddled baby held between them, a group shot of Frankie and the guys. He looked happy in all of them, but you noticed a hollowness in his expression in the one with the baby, dark circles under his eyes and his face much thinner than it currently was.

Trailing a finger over it, you chewed on your lower lip, feeling your stomach twist. He’d told you about using, but seeing proof of how much he’d struggled just after his daughter was born was a shock. But he’s doing better now, and he’s still in Carmen’s life, and … things are good.

His past would be something that the two of you needed to discuss in more depth, just so you were on the same page - especially if you stayed in Florida. There was no way around it - the drugs and mission to South America coupled with his adjustment to post-military life and becoming a werewolf were a lot for anyone to deal with.

But since you knew he’d had talked to so few people, for Frankie, it was likely much more difficult to open up than normal. And I want to help him, if he’ll let me.

After making your coffee, you wandered through the rest of the house, glancing at the books on his shelves. You lingered on a few more photos of him and his family throughout the years and the decor that he’d chosen to fill the space.

It all made you smile, because the inside of his house was a reflection of Frankie as you knew him. Aside from the hidden millions and the wolf status, he hadn’t lied when he’d said that what you saw was what you got, and that impressed you. Because that isn’t always the case with people.

Curling up on the couch with your mug, you looked around the bright, sunny room and grinned, taking a deep breath. It was a house that you could get used to being in, and the fact that Frankie trusted you to be there alone spoke volumes.

But the longer you sat, the more your thoughts drifted. And after a little while, they drifted back to the previous night … and what you’d almost said. Is it possible? Could I really… You sipped your coffee and eyed the darkened screen of the TV, thinking. He’d heard you, obviously, and had likely pieced things together, even though you’d managed to keep from finishing your sentence. “But it was right there.” Taking another drink, you closed your eyes. “And I was definitely thinking it.”

Speaking out loud to the empty house comforted you, as did admitting that what you’d almost said was the truth.

Nothing about meeting and being with Frankie made any sense. The timeline was expedited. The circumstances were unconventional, to say the least. He was not the type of person you’d ever gravitated toward before, even without the wolf component. But none of that mattered, because from the moment you’d met him, you were drawn to Frankie on every level, and the pull had only intensified as the days passed.

You wondered exactly how he felt, and what he’d tell you if you asked.

You were curious to know if he returned your affection to a similar level, or if you were moving too quickly and leaving him behind. It was more than sex for both of you, and he’d been the one to suggest the idea of giving a relationship a shot. But that doesn’t mean he loves me. That doesn’t mean it’s serious for him yet… does it?

Pushing yourself upright, you went back into the kitchen and cleaned up after yourself, loading the dishes into the dishwasher and then wiping the countertop down. Pausing in front of one of the windows, you stared out and into the back yard, thinking. Your questions needed answers, even if only to give you a better idea where you and Frankie stood … and of what to expect moving forward.

But more than that, the part of you that craved connection wanted reassurance that even though you’d fallen hard and fast, you weren’t alone in your feelings. You didn’t think you were, especially with the way he’d looked at you and spoken to you, sticking up for you in front of his friends and with Ashley. “I need to fucking go.” Smacking your hand on the counter, you groaned. “I need to be doing something and not just thinking about this.”

Turning around, your eyes landed on the wall just behind the sink, and you laughed at the sight of it. It was a chalkboard - some of the surface covered in Frankie’s handwriting, other parts featuring notes and drawings from the guys that you snorted as you read through. You had no idea how you’d missed it previously, but with another grin, you reached for a piece of colored chalk and added a message to one of the open spaces.

LOADED THE DISHWASHER. LEFT @ NOON. CALL ME IF YOU WANT TO.

Pausing, you chewed on the inside of your cheek and then added the final touch - a heart and your name before spinning away and hurrying back into the bedroom to collect your stuff.

He’d see it right away, and you knew it.

And even though it was easily erased, the few words added to the wall were just another example of your insertion into his life … and seeing them next to the ones from his friends made you question things further. And I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s not that big a deal… fuck.

You got ready to leave in only a few minutes, and when you stepped back into the kitchen to grab the keys, you lingered there, turning in a slow circle.

Frankie leaving you alone in his home was a big step - no matter how you looked at it. But you still couldn’t get ahead of yourself or expect too much from him. And I won’t. Especially before we find this other wolf.

The door closed and locked behind you, you headed for your car … but you spent the entire drive home in deep, silent thought.

—

Your phone rang almost three hours later, and the number on the screen was one that you didn’t recognize. You contemplated not answering but decided that you needed to, cautiously lifting the device to your ear as you said hello. I don’t know anyone here, and that’s a Florida area code, and …

“Hey, it’s Pope.” Shoulders slumping in relief, you greeted him. “What are your plans this afternoon?”

“I don’t have any.” Looking around your apartment, you wrinkled your nose. “I’m working right now, but -”

“Do you want to come over?” His invitation caught you off guard, and before you could reply, he continued. “‘Fish told me where you’re staying, and you’re not too far from Yova and me. You should meet her, and we need to talk.”

“We do?” He laughed, and you realized how unsure you must have sounded, but Pope replied right away, still laughing.

“We do. But I swear to god, it’s not the way it sounds.” You agreed, Pope letting you know that he’d be home whenever you wanted to head over. While you got ready, your mind ran wild with thoughts about what Pope wanted to talk to you about - and excitement about meeting Yovanna, who you’d heard a lot about in the weeks since you’d met Frankie and his friends.

The drive was short, and it turned out that Pope’s house was slightly larger than Frankie’s. But as you pulled into the driveway, you remembered that Tom had told you it wasn’t his, and belonged to his parents. It’s nice, though.

You parked and headed for the front door, raising your hand to knock.

Before your knuckles made contact, the door opened and you were met with the smiling face of one of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen. “You must be Yovanna.” She nodded, her eyes widening. “I’m here to see Pope. I’m -”

“You’re Francisco’s.” Her smile grew. “I have heard a lot about you.” She opened the door all the way, inviting you in. “Santiago is outside. I’ll show you where.” She led you through the house, and as you moved, you thought about her words - and how she’d flat out called you Frankie’s, like it was common knowledge. Is it? “Before you go outside, I…” She stopped in the kitchen and turned to face you, blinking rapidly. “What he is, it is … not his fault. Francisco is a good man.”

“Wait, you…” She knows? Sucking in a breath, you shook your head. “Yovanna, I -”

“They don’t know that I know, but I do.” She reached for your hand. “I’ve seen it before. He’s seguro. Safe, not dangerous. The other one…” She shivered. “Be careful.” Yovanna pointed toward the door with one hand. “Listen to him. To both of them. I -” Your heart was pounding, but instead of interrupting her, you reached over and laid a hand on her shoulder, waiting until she trailed off to speak.

“I know Frankie’s not dangerous.” She looked relieved, giving you a single nod. “I know it’s not his fault.” Her smile grew again, both of her eyes closing. “I’m here to help him get answers.” That shocked her, but before you could say anything else, she was hugging you, her hold tight.

“He needs them. Deserves them.” Gesturing when she released you, she chuckled. “I’m going to start making dinner. I’ll let you two talk.” Yovanna turned away from you and then paused, looking back over her shoulder. “If you know about … Francisco, do you know about …”

“The money?” You nodded. “He told me everything.” Yovanna covered her face with both hands, exhaling loudly. And when she lowered them she looked relieved, her eyes shining with tears. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“He needs someone like you.” She wet her lips. “He needed someone like you a long time ago.” Without another word, she left the room, leaving you stunned and standing just inside the door that led to the back yard.

You were overwhelmed, but didn’t want to keep Pope waiting, and so you headed outside and took a seat next to him on an empty deck chair. “You made it.” He looked over, smiling at you. “Good.”

“I did.” Getting comfortable, you leaned back and looked out over the yard. “This is your parents’ place, right?”

“Yep. They’re on vacation right now. I paid for ‘em to go back home for a couple months, and my ma says she doesn’t ever want to come back here.” You laughed, watching as Pope rubbed at the back of his neck. “Both my parents were born here, in Florida, but I’ve got a ton of relatives that don’t live in the US, and since I can afford to send my parents to see them… why not?” He shrugged. “They’re happy, and Yova and I get to be here together.”

“Frankie told me about Australia.” He nodded. “And Tom told me you guys are going back and forth between here and there.” Pope nodded, his eyes on you. “And I get it, Pope. She’s beautiful. And she seems …” Trailing off, you thought for a few seconds. “She seems like she can handle your shit.”

He snorted, reaching up with one hand to rub at his beard - but he didn’t disagree. “She was the best thing that came outta being down there.The money’s great, but Yova? Fuck. I waited my whole goddamn life for her, and almost lost her for good because I didn’t do anything about it when I should have.”

“Well you didn’t lose her.” Turning your head to look at him, you shrugged. “She’s here. You’re here. You’re together now, and that’s what matters.” He took a long breath and held it, and when Pope exhaled, he swore. What? What did I say?

“D’you know what I see when he looks at you?” He met your gaze, his expression unwavering. “Me, looking at her.” It hit you hard - because you knew that Pope wasn’t the type of man to lie about something so important. But he … he just … “I’ve known Frankie for a long fuckin’ time. And he hasn’t ever been like this with someone. Not even Becca, and there was a couple years when I thought they’d end up together forever.”

“Pope, it’s only been weeks. We’re still -”

“He told you everything.” Santiago shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head. “He didn’t need to, but he did. He just about attacked Tom last night for giving you shit, and he’s started losing control around you to the fucking point that he can’t keep the wolf entirely at bay. Doesn’t matter if it’s been weeks or months, that shit is the truth, and -”

“I pulled a gun on him.” You looked down at your hands, frowning. “The morning he told me? I don’t know how I got past him and to my room fast enough to grab it, but -”

“And that’s another thing.” He straightened up and then leaned toward you. “The Francisco Morales I know? Never would have let you get to that gun. He never would have given you a chance to aim it. ‘Fish did. He stood there and let you point it at him.” Pope said your name, his smile small but still present. “Keeping you safe is his focus, even if it meant that he might have gotten hurt.”

That information stunned you. It was something that you should have considered, but you hadn’t. He was in the military for a decade. Of course I shouldn’t have been able to get by him. Of course he could have overpowered me. He’s… “You know why I’m here, Pope.” He nodded, waiting. “For a second, I thought -”

“Did you? Did you really?” He closed his eyes, his fingers curling into a loose fist. “Because I might not know you that well, but if you’ve really been hunting wolves for as long as you say you have, if you thought Frankie was the one you were looking for, you wouldn’t have hesitated to pull that trigger. Instead, you let him explain.”

“No, I gave him a chance to explain because I lo-” Your mouth snapped shut for the second time in less than twenty four hours, but unlike Frankie simply staying quiet and letting you recover, Pope’s eyes widened and he scoffed, slapping his palm against the arm of the chair. Shit. Shit.

“I knew it.” His smile widened, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the same way Frankie’s did. “Oh, I can’t wait to tell him how fucking right I was.”

“You can’t.” Your heart thumped against the back of your ribs, one hand shooting out so that you could grasp Pope’s wrist. “Santiago, it’s not … I can’t. Not until I find the Chaos wolf and deal with it.” You took a deep breath, fingers tightening. “I have to focus. I can’t even think about how much it … how much he means to me.”

Saying it out loud felt good, because even though Frankie knew that you cared, admitting how much you cared to someone that wasn’t directly involved was different. And it’s important, because now I can’t just pretend it isn’t the case. “Hey.” He said your name quietly, pulling his arm free from your grip. But instead of withdrawing it entirely, he took your hand in his and squeezed, urging you to meet his eyes.”I won’t say a goddamn word. Not yet. Not until it comes from you, or it comes from him, because it’s not my place.”

“Really?” He nodded. “Thank you.” It was a relief, but Pope’s words made you wonder just how obvious you were being with your feelings. If he noticed, then Frankie might have, too. And what about the other guys? “No. I didn’t actually think that it was Frankie that was attacking people. And the last thing I was expecting was him to tell me what he is.”

“But when he did …” Pope squeezed your hand one last time and then let go, pulling his arm up and then crossing both of them over his chest. “What did you do?” It wasn’t the question that you’d expected from him - but based on what you knew about Frankie and his friends, it was probably time that you stopped trying to anticipate how they were going to react.

“I gave him a chance to explain. And I … told him the truth about myself.” Looking down, you linked your own fingers together, one thumb rubbing over the other’s knuckle. “And then I asked him to stay because I wanted to make sure he got sleep.”

“You might be,” Pope started speaking, turning his chair toward where you sat before he went on. “You might be the best possible person to know his secret. Because not only do you believe him, you know what he’s going through. You understand wolves and their behavior, and thanks to your cousin, you know that it’s possible to be with one without problems.”

“That’s why I’m worried.” Giving him a tight smile, you blinked back tears. “Pope, what if all of this is because everything is falling into place just right? What if none of this would be happening if he wasn’t a wolf and I wasn’t hunting them? What if he’s just lonely, and I’m a convenient -”

“‘Fish might not have had anything consistent in his life since he was bitten, but I wouldn’t say he’s been lonely.” He arched a brow. “He’s had no problem keeping all this shit separate from what he does in the bedroom before.” That gave you pause, and even though it stung to think about Frankie with other women, Pope’s words rang true. “But that’s one of the reasons I asked you to come over.”

You’d wondered when that topic would come up. Pope’s invitation had been friendly, but there was business to discuss, and it seemed you’d finally worked around to that topic. “What reason?”

“He wants you to see him on the night of a full moon.” You nodded, unsurprised that Pope knew. “And you know that one of us is always with him on those nights, just to keep an eye on things … and on him,”

“Yes. He told me. And he showed me the tracker.” Pope dragged his fingers through this hair, narrowing his eyes, though he didn’t look away from you. “And yeah. I do want to go with him next time. What’s the problem with that?”

“We made a promise to him. All of us. And as much as we care about him, we’d honor it.” Your blood ran cold at he implication of his words. They’d promised that if Frankie ever hurt anyone - or presented the threat of real danger - they’d take care of it. And I don’t know that I could. I don’t know that I’d be able to. “Could you shoot him? Could you look him in the eye - man or wolf - and pull that trigger if you needed to? If he asked you to?”

“I …” Your heartbeat quickened again, mouth hanging slightly open. “Pope, I don’t…” Even as you floundered, you knew the answer. “No. No, I don’t think I could. Not … now. Maybe if I saw him hurting someone, but not after the fact.” He didn’t look surprised, but Pope’s expression gave nothing else away, either. “Could you?”

“I’d have to.” He shook his head, licking his lips. “I wouldn’t want to, but ‘Fish couldn’t live with himself knowing that he hurt someone. And we’d never let him do something to himself that might get back to Carmen later. We promised.” That was understandable; protecting his daughter would always be the most important thing for them. And I get it. I get it, but what is the point of this? “The reason I’m asking you any of this is because if you want to go with him, and he wants you to go with him alone, you’re going to have to be able to make this promise, too.”

“And what if I can’t?” Your stomach was churning, but you didn’t want Pope to know. “Does that mean I can never -”

“It means that you might have to have one of us there with you, and he’s not going to like that.” Pope shrugged, letting out a deep sigh. “I wanted to talk to you about this first, because I figured you’d be a little more reasonable. ‘Fish is … stubborn. And it’s not like we’d be right there next to you, but this while thing has only worked because we have a system, and that can’t change.”

He was right, and you knew it.

Having a second person with you and Frankie on the night of a full moon, at least for the first few times, was the right decision. It meant someone being there if things went sideways. It meant that you’d have backup. It meant that another one of them would see that you could be trusted with their friend’s secret, and that you could handle yourself around Frankie’s wolf. But I don’t like it, because the first time he shows someone, it should be private.

“Who? You went with him last month. Would it be you next month, too?”

“It’s Will’s turn.” Pope’s reply was immediate, his voice even. “And that might be the best thing for everyonr, because he’s not emotional. Me an’ Benny … we are. Tom too. But Ironhead isn’t … reckless. He’d be a good one for you to be out there with.”

Neither of you said anything else, and for a few long moments, you and Pope stared out over the well-kept yard. He wasn’t telling you that you couldn’t go, or that he thought it was a bad idea for you to see Frankie’s change. He wasn’t advising against your presence, or trying to downplay your barely-established place in Frankie’s life. He’s just trying to keep people safe.

“I have to do what’s best for Frankie.” You nodded, blowing out a breath and closing your eyes. “And for everyone else. The last thing I want to do is put anyone at risk, but I’d be lying if I told you that it wasn’t disappointing that we wouldn’t have privacy.”

“You would.” He adjusted his position, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “There’s a blind up in the trees about fifty yards from the RV. You can see everything from up there, but you can’t hear unless someone’s yelling. We used it the first couple times we were there with him, just to have a backup - someone on the ground, someone in the trees.”

“So we’d have guns on us.” Pope flinched - barely, but you caught it nonetheless. Well, fuck. “I can’t speak for him, but if that’s what you think needs to happen, then yeah.” Reaching out, you took Pope’s hand in yours. “I trust you. I trust your friends, and if that’s what it takes… it’s what we’ll do.”

He looked relieved, almost like he’d expected you to fight him on someone else being there. But why would I? I’ve already admitted that I don’t think I could hurt him. “We’ll talk to ‘Fish. This shouldn’t be on you.” You agreed, giving him a quick smile before you let go of his hand and leaned back in your chair, averting your eyes. “How’s your cousin?”

You hadn’t expected Pope to ask, but you were grateful that he had. “He’s better. The wound got infected, so they’ve been trying to knock that back, but according to his fiancee, he’s going to be fine otherwise. No bite. Nothing lasting physically, except some scars. If she hadn’t been there, or been what she is, it would be a different story.”

“You’re not worried about something like that happening to you?” Glancing over, he frowned at you. “Being on your own? What would you have done if you’d found a wolf?

“I would have dealt with it.” You rubbed the side of your neck, thinking. “I’m always armed while hunting. I know where to aim on a wolf to incapacitate it until morning. That I can do. But shooting someone I know? That I care about?” That’s different.

“But you’re not afraid?” He bit down on his lower lip, sighing. “Seeing Frankie for the first time fucking terrified me. I don’t think you understand how big he is. If I’d been alone, I would have lost my shit.”

“I’m always afraid, Pope. But I can’t let that stop me. It’s what’s expected because of -”

“Your family. I know.” You caught the roll of his eyes, along with his exasperated chuckle. “He told me all about it. I don’t mean to be an asshole, but it’s kinda bullshit that they’ve put this all on you.”

“I don’t disagree, but I don’t want to be the one to stop. Why do I get to make that decision?”

“Because you found a reason to stop?” Pope stood, turning so that he could look at where you sat. “Because you decided you wanted to have a life that you chose instead of just doing what was expected of you?” And there’s a fourth. Covering your face with both hands, you rubbed at your eyes.

Ashley and Alec telling you to choose yourself was one thing; they were actively involved in your life, and knew the burden you’d been entrusted with - and what living with it meant. Frankie, after spending years in the military and then getting saddled with an uncontrollable and unfair outcome advising you to put yourself first also made sense, especially since he was doing it because he cared about you.

But Pope, someone that didn’t know you well and only knew the basics of your situation doing the same - simply because he wanted you and his friend to have a legitimate shot at whatever happiness looked like for the two of you? That was a shock. Because he understands responsibility. He understands honor.

“Pope, I …” Raising your head, you eyed him where he stood, one hand on his hip. “I appreciate what you’re saying, but -”

“No one can choose this for you, and I get that.” He wet his lips, lowering himself so that he was squatting down in front of you, at eye level. “But maybe you shouldn’t be afraid to choose it for yourself, y’know?”

Before either of you could say anything else, the back door opened and Yovanna called out. Pope’s eyes moved from your face to look over your shoulder. Nice save, Yova. “Are you staying to eat? It’s going to be ready soon.”

“Stay.” Pope murmured the word, nodding once. “No more of this. Just let her grill you about ‘Fish.” That got a smile out of you and you agreed, turning your head toward where the woman stood. That sounds like a good time.

“Yes. I’d like that a lot. Can I help?” She waved you off and went back inside, and then Pope stood too, the tension between you lessening almost entirely. “You’re not the first person to suggest that to me this week. And you probably won’t be the last, either.” He grinned, the expression taking years off of his face. “He’s lucky to have a friend like you.”

“I know. I don’t ever let him forget it, either.” Pope winked and then stood back up, holding his hand out. “Come on. I’ll show you where everything is. She won’t let us help in the kitchen but we can get shit set up out here on the table.”

The two of you worked quickly, only needing a few minutes to get everything into place. Pope excused himself to go inside and check on the other woman, which you knew was only an excuse to disappear and kiss her senseless next to the sink, but you didn’t mind. You needed the break to collect your thoughts, and wanted a chance to check your phone.

There was a missed call from Frankie from only a few minutes earlier, along with a picture message from Alec - of him and Ashley, both of them sitting outside in the hospital’s courtyard. Sending back a quick message to him first - looking good, glad you’re getting some fresh air! - you dialed Frankie’s number, raising the device to your ear.

He answered on the second ring, and at the sound of his voice, you realized he was in the truck, playing your call through the speakers. “Sorry I missed you, what’s -”

“I just wanted to let you know I’m not going to be able to talk until later.” He sighed, only pausing for a second before he continued. “Carmen’s sick, and she’s asking for me, so I’m on my way to Lakeland. I’m gonna spend the night and go straight to work tomorrow.”

“Is she ok?” You held the phone tighter, trying to figure out just how much panic was in his voice. “What happened?”

“She’s going to be fine. Just has a fever. Probably picked it up at daycare. Becca said I didn’t need to come, that I could just call, but …”

“Of course you’d go.” Turning in a slow circle, you peeked in through the kitchen window, watching as Pope and Yovanna laughed together, the man standing behind her with his arms around her waist as she finished the meal. They’re so happy. “I hope seeing you makes things better for her.”

“What time did you leave?” His tone softened, and you could picture Frankie’s smile, the corners of his mouth lifted as he watched the road ahead. “You sleep in?”

“Noon. And I did. All that room? I stretched out.” He laughed then, the sound coming through the speaker clearly.

“It was hard to leave this morning. Wanted to stay in bed with you.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you tried to decide how to answer, and then opted for the truth - something that a week prior, you never would have admitted out loud.

“I missed you after you left. But…” Looking away from Pope and Yovanna, you inhaled. “I liked waking up in your bed, Frankie.”

“You could do it more.” He cleared his throat. “Whenever you wanted to, and -”

“Dinner’s ready!” Pope’s voice was loud, and interrupted Frankie. “Come and get your plate.”

“Where are you?” He was confused, and you held back your laugh. “Is that Pope?”

“It is. He invited me over to meet Yovanna and so that we could talk, and now I’m having dinner with them.” You wondered what was going through Frankie’s mind, or if he was angry that you were spending time with his friends without him - if he felt like you were going behind his back. ‘I didn’t think to -”

“What are you having? I’m fucking jealous. I haven’t had her cooking in a couple months.” Pope watched you expectantly, gesturing at the doorway. You made your way toward it, grinning.

“No idea. But it smells amazing.”

“She’ll bring you back a plate, ‘Fish.” Pope spoke loudly, leaning in when you got close. “We know how to share.” Frankie laughed at his words and so did you. Pope gave you a nod before leaning back inside and closing the door, giving you a few seconds to say goodbye.

“I’m getting a hotel tonight. Can I call you later?”

“Of course. I’ll be home after dinner.” Resting your hand on the door frame, you nodded. “I hope Carmen’s ok, and that a hug from her dad’s all she needs to feel better.”

“I do too.” He sighed, your name quiet through the phone. “Go eat. And don’t believe a word Pope says about me. They’re all lies and he’s just trying to impress his girl.”

You were both laughing when you hung up. But when you entered the kitchen and took the plate Yovanna held out to you, all you could focus on was the fact that for the second time in as many days, you didn’t feel like an outsider.

Not only had you been accepted by Frankie, but his friends had taken an interest in you, too … even when he wasn’t around.

—

Over the course of the next few weeks, you continued your research during the day while Frankie worked.

The weather held, even as September stretched on. And though it wasn’t your favorite place that you’d ever been, you started to see the appeal of Florida.

Once the beaches cleared out, they became a good place to go and read through your notes. The threat of hurricanes forming in the Gulf didn’t seem to deter many residents from planning and participating in outdoor activities, but there was a definite drop in crowd density on the sand as the days passed and people returned to work and school.

Frankie’s flight load dropped, too, though he warned you that the closer it got to the winter holidays, the busier he’d get again. You didn’t know if you’d still be in Florida for those holidays, but a large part of you hoped that you would - and you knew that Frankie felt the same.

The two of you spent most nights together, going over your notes and coming up with theories. Frankie was helpful, the man’s eyes on your previous work helping you to pinpoint a few things that you hadn’t missed, but also hadn’t assumed might be important.

It gave you hope that between you, you’d be able to pinpoint where the Chaos wolf would strike - and after seeing where he went the night you were with Frankie, you figured you’d have an even better idea. And see if our theory is correct.

Frankie believed that once the wolf ran out of larger park locations, it would begin the cycle all over again. You thought that he was probably right, but if that was the case, then the next location had a 50% chance of being the park that the RV was in… and that worried you. Because it’s where we’ll be … and Frankie will want to fight.

Alec and Ashley left Florida just under two weeks out from the attack, and though you’d gotten to say goodbye, it was bittersweet. He’d left all of his notes with you, along with a few weapons and tools, which was confirmation that he was done - and you were in fact alone in the hunt.

But more than that, Alec’s parting words had struck a nerve, the man looking you in the eye and making you promise that you wouldn’t spend the rest of your life on an impossible revenge mission, especially when you had something good right in front of you. You agreed, the words tasting like poison as you spoke them, and even though a large part of you meant it, there was still another part that couldn’t fathom abandoning your mission, even for someone - and something - like Frankie.

Frankie and Ashley spoke for a few minutes, too, and you heard her reiterate her invitation to Texas, Frankie’s enthusiasm in accepting making you grin. There was no repeat of the first meeting; they greeted each other and then spoke like longtime friends. You were thankful for it, the woman hugging him tightly and then pulling you off to the side to give him a minute with Alec.

That conversation was slightly less friendly - if their facial expressions were anything to go by. But like with his confrontation with Tom, you didn’t pry Frankie for the contents of it. If he wanted to tell me, he would. He didn’t, though, instead telling you not to worry about anything, and to focus on what the two of you needed to: the coming full moon.

Days continued to pass, and as they did, you and Frankie grew closer.

There were no more almost slips, despite your growing emotional connection. You slowly stopped worrying about it being too much, too fast, and just let things happen - because he did the same, and it felt good.

You saw his friends occasionally, stopping into the bar or going to dinner with Pope or Will and their significant others. You texted back and forth with Benny, and even met Tom’s daughter and wife one night, Frankie introducing you in the lobby of a movie theater. Tessa and Molly were nice, and you were stunned at the difference in Tom when he was with them.

In the span of two months, you’d inserted yourself into Frankie’s life almost seamlessly. It was comforting, but at the same time, it scared you.

It scared you because of how well you fit. It worried you because you had the feeling that it couldn’t - and wouldn’t - last. You’d had a few disagreements, but nothing serious, and part of you wondered if it was because he was afraid of angering you and forcing your hand in exposing him. You wouldn’t do that - and Frankie knew it, but it still ate away at you that there was no certain way for you to know exactly why he was the way he was with you.

One of the disagreements you did have was about Will coming with the two of you during the next full moon. Thankfully, you didn’t have much to do when it came to justifying that decision. Will did it for you while the three of you had a beer together on Frankie’s covered porch, the sounds of early autumn echoing around you in the darkness.

“So about next week, ‘Fish.” Will took a pull from the bottle, looking over at where the two of you were sitting together on the couch. You had your feet on Frankie’s lap, the man’s thumb rubbing lazily over the inside of your ankle. Here we go. “I’m the one going with you, and -”

“Won’t need you this month, Ironhead.” His fingers tightened and then loosened, Frankie’s voice even. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you about that.” Looking over at Will, you took a deep breath. “I want her t-”

“Frankie.” You sat all the way up, swinging your feet down so that you could move closer to him. “Give him a chance to finish.”

“So you’ve already talked about this?” He dragged his fingers through his hair, letting out a harsh laugh. “Made plans behind my back?”

“No.” Will leaned in, head shaking back and forth. “Not behind your back. And of course you’d have the final decision, but it’s something … that needs to be discussed.”

You reached over and settled your hand on Frankie’s leg, though you stayed quiet. “What?” He snapped the single word out, looking at his friend with narrowed eyes. “What needs to be discussed?”

“You made us make you a promise. And the only way we can keep that promise is if one of us is there, ‘Fish.” Will clasped his hands together, raising and lowering his shoulders in a shrug. “Any one of us is going to be able to do what we need to do if we need to do it, but she … we don’t know if she will.”

“”It’s been almost three years. I’ve never ever given anyone the idea that I might -”

“Frankie, I wasn’t even able to follow through when I was on high alert in my apartment, and you were human. What happens if something happens, and you’re a wolf?” Slipping your fingers between his, you let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know what would be worse, not being able to pull that trigger when I need to, or forcing one of your friends to do it after you did something you regret.”

“So both of you think I’m not going to be able to control myself.” He shifted next to you, but didn’t try to pull his hand free. That’s something. “Both of you are afraid that I’m going to all of a sudden lose my shit, and -”

“No.” Will leaned in, pressing the heel of one hand to his forehead. “But another thing to worry about is that this other wolf might show up. And we’re all used to how you act on all fours, ‘Fish, but she isn’t. If she hesitates and it’s not you?” Will’s gaze flicked over to you and lingered. “That’s not something you’d come back from.”

You hadn’t even thought of that - if you were in the middle of the forest and the other wolf made an appearance, you thought you’d be able to do what was necessary. But if it’s dark and all I see is a wolf, of course I’m going to hesitate until I know it’s not him. “Shit.” You tightened your grip on Frankie’s hand and then let go, covering your face with both of them. “Frankie, he’s right about that. Pope brought up one of them coming with us because it made sense, but I didn’t even think about the other wolf being there and my hesitation waiting to see if it’s you.”

He didn’t speak right away, but when you peeked over at Frankie, you saw that some of the anger had bled from his body. Instead he looked worried, lips pressed together and a deep furrow between his brows. “So what’s… what’s the long term plan, Ironhead? It’s always going to be one of you and her there? It can’t ever just be me and my -”

That time, it was Frankie that stopped himself, mouth snapping shut and his shoulders going rigid. Your what?

“No. Not always. She’d just need to get used to you and the routine before it could be her only.” Will licked his lips, giving you a quick smile. “I think that’s fair. We started out two of us at a time, right?”

“Yeah.” Frankie lowered his head. “So what, you’d just be in the RV? I kinda wanted it to just be us when I show her -”

“The blind.” Will leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll be able to see everything and can act if I need to, but you’ll be by yourselves on the ground.”

“It’s up to you, Frankie.” You shifted closer, reaching for his hand again. “But I don’t think it’s a bad idea, especially if I’d be going out there again after this time. Will can show me the ropes, and give me an idea of what to look for and what to expect from you when you’re a wolf.”

“We’re trying to keep everyone safe, ‘Fish. Just like always.” You waited - eyeing Frankie as he collected his thoughts. A quick glance at Will resulted in an almost imperceptible nod from the blonde, his head tipped to one side as he watched you. Lighten the mood. Say something to him.

“I have been thinking about sponsoring one of those sharks with the trackers.” You nudged Frankie with one elbow, letting yourself smile. “But maybe Will can show me how to use your GPS, and then I won’t need to. I’ll have my own -”

“Fuck off.” Frankie yanked his hand free and then wrapped both arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. You laughed but wound your arms around him, closing your eyes in relief. It’s going to be alright. “You’re right though, Ironhead. Last thing I want to do is leave her alone in the middle of the woods at night on a full moon. I know what’s out there.” And so do I. “Would you stay up in the trees all night?”

“Nah. I’d wait til you were gone and then come down. No reason to stay up there all night, unless you think I need to.” Will was speaking out loud, but you could tell from his facial expressions that he and Frankie were also having a silent conversation. In a split second, you realized that it was likely about the other wolf. But I’m not supposed to know that they’re hunting it too. I’m not supposed to know anything about that side of it, and …

It would have made everything much simpler if you’d just admitted who you were and what you were doing in Florida. You would have been able to plan with Frankie and his friends, instead of there being two separate scenarios at all times.

The inability to do so was frustrating, and there was a a part of you that wanted to speak up - to clue Will in, even though it made things more dangerous. Maybe we can talk about it next week.

“Alright.” Frankie sighed, loosening his hold on you. “I guess I don’t really have a choice in this, but I get it.” You opened your mouth to speak - to tell him that he did have a choice - but he beat you to it, leaning in and kissing you before you could. “If you’re gonna be around you need to know.” Mumbling the words, he nodded before pulling away. “And there’s nobody better to be there with you than Will Miller.” .

A quick glance at Will told you that he was relieved there’d only been a little pushback. It could have gone much worse. You were thankful it hadn’t, because the last thing you wanted was Frankie to be angry with you - or annoyed with any of his friends. Because he needs them. Settling back, you leaned your head against his shoulder, only halfway paying attention as the two of them started talking again.

And I need him.

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Full Blue Supermoon PAC Pick a Flower: How Are You Blooming? 🧡🌸🌹💜

Hello folks and welcome back to the next chapter of my moon series, all about growing your intention over the month! I had some crazy weather and managed to get both moonrain and moonwater. The moon was SO BRIGHT outside I even attempted (poorly) to read a book underneath it. If there's collective advice I can give for all four piles, it's to get some extra sleep lol especially when full moons this bright can disrupt our schedules.

As a ritual option, if you do gather moonwater, you can consecrate it to your intent via drinking or bathing. Imagine that you're watering that which is now ready to come into full bloom. The water energy will be particularly potent since it's in the tropical sign of Pisces. It's an energy that can receive powerful insights from dreams and visions so long as one's channels are properly cleansed and cleared. If you're an artist this is a great full moon for finding a good creative idea to work with throughout the rest of the year.

Pick one of the three flowers below to find out how your seed is now flowering to its full potential during this Superbloom! Pictures provided from flowers growing in my own house and yard. Divider from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

1, Orange Daylily - 2, Mauve Musk Mallow

3, Scarlet Bee Balm - 4, African Violet

Pile 1: Orange Daylily

Five of Swords, Eight of Pentacles, Two of Cups, IX Hermit, King of Cups New Moon Eclipse - Expect Powerful Change, Virgo Moon - Trust, Everlasting Daisy - Fortitude

This tarot deck, I swear! Almost every time I use it, this frightening five of swords pops out. I used to gasp, but now I'm like "really, again?" Maybe that's a metaphor for your reading, pile 1. Big changes are on the horizon and you're shocked and overwhelmed and don't know what you're doing--relax, it's all going to be fine.

You are blooming through persistence. No matter what silly, inane situation or conflict you find yourself in, you have shown that it pays to stick to your vision and keep pushing through no matter what. It's become like a personal compass for you, leading you where you need to go when things on the outside become too confusing to mess with. You know scenes in shows where a bunch of people are fighting over something like a coveted treasure, then you see that one person in the background is quietly making their getaway with the treasure. If the others fighting could stop and think for a second, they'd realize that you're already several steps ahead of them.

I felt the Hermit card long before I even pulled it, so the general advice here is as simple as: keep doing what you're doing! You may not see where you want to be right now but you're success will be guaranteed once you've made it. You're being asked to trust in the process for now. If you need to hide yourself away in order to focus, then keep doing it. You need to be mindful with how you spend your energy, and petty quarrels are the biggest energy drains. Getting too many other minds involved in the process is only going to bog you down, and not with cranberries. There's already a lot going on, so give yourself chances to disconnect.

Eventually, you'll be able to reconnect again, from a healthier place. Isolation is meant to help you, not remain a staple feature in your life. Sometimes we have to step away from people in order to enjoy the time spent with them again. Absence makes the heart fonder and all that. Your sense of light and joy is the key here. Does being alone make you feel more at ease, or does spending time with someone you care about? Daylily is named for their flowers which only bloom for one day before falling away. Orange Daylily is especially optimistic. It's asking you to take it one day at a time. A day for this, a day for that.

Soon, you will come to a place where you can feel more emotionally centered and your boat won't get rocked so easily. King of Cups isn't a rock, he lets himself feel tenderly and passionately, he lets others feel before him, but he doesn't let those feelings consume or overwhelm him. Don't be in a pressure to be that kind of person at the moment. You don't have to act emotionally above it all, or like you're only there to absorb the conflict. You can be King of Cups for your own sake, when you're ready to handle it. For now, quiet persistence is one way you can create emotional boundaries while you're undergoing shifts in your life.

Pile 2: Mauve Musk Mallow

Six of Wands, X Wheel of Fortune, I Magician, Eight of Cups, XIII Death Full Moon Aquarius - Show the World the Real You, Libra Moon - Sympathise, Gardenia - Awareness

I really liked the initial energy of this pile. You must have done something right! Because of your particular talents, and staying true to yourself as well, you were able to accomplish something that would have seemed impossible ages ago. It's like you're striking lucky somewhere in your life. I sense whatever this luck was varies so much because I'm not getting details as to what. The focus seems to be more on your sudden boost of confidence. It may begin to feel like things are finally starting to work out in your favor.

You are blooming through serendipity. This chance will spark a light in you to have more fun with your life. The Musk Mallow can represent playfulness, but mallow plants are notorious for their soothing capabilities. It's offering relief on the pressure valve a little so you can come back into balance with yourself again. However, this luck is not intended to last. It's there just enough to support and push you into a more positive direction, but it's not something to fall back on hoping there will no longer be worries. Allow yourself to enjoy the success but don't let it get to your head.

I think in order to receive this opportunity, you'll need to let go of something, maybe just for a little while like a break. It could be other opportunities that are tempting you or some blockage getting in the way. I get a sense for many of you that you may need to spend less time with certain people even if temporarily. This is in order to focus and allow the best possible outcome. The people you would be distancing will likely be people who don't support you or have the best intentions for your future. Don't entertain those who try to put you down for your successes. It may suck if this is a close friend or family member, but a true friend will stick around for you even if you suddenly get swept up in something good, even if you have to undergo radical change to make it possible.

Either way, I see you taking on this opportunity with a high chance for further success if you can keep your head in the game. Stay vigilant and don't rest now while the iron is still hot--strike! Take a moment to feel good about yourself without shame. It's okay to feel bad if some can't necessarily share with you in that success. It doesn't mean you have to let them drag you down with negative attitudes. You're doing your own thing, here.

Pile 3: Red Bee Balm

Ten of Pentacles (Rv), VI Lovers, Nine of Swords, XIV Temperance, Ten of Swords Third Quarter Moon - Adjustments Are Required, Aries Sun - Assert, Orange Blossom - Enthusiasm

This might be a specific message for some: are you planning to come out of the closet to anyone close to you, like family members? Or you could be disclosing a delicate secret to them about something like a choice you've recently made? Whatever it is, it has you feeling in a bit of a tangle. This is something that's been bugging you for a while and you're at the point where you're willing to step it up and change.

You are blooming through authenticity. You're coming into a place where you feel more real with yourself, and more aligned with your decisions. You're seeing yourself for who you are, with all the cultural and religious baggage at the side for now. Through that, you're able to expand your awareness on what it is you want out of life. Maybe you'd rather move than stay where you are, or change college majors, maybe you'd rather get a pet fish than a pet hamster. You have to know who you are to know what it is you want. Funny how it doesn't always work the other way around. Wants can be fickle but you're learning to balance the different perspectives.

If this choice means leaving behind values that have been passed down to you for ages, it may not necessarily be easy. It may not always involve stripping away it all. You don't have to throw the baby out with the bathwater, if you're just looking to give the child better soap. You can leave behind that which is only pulling you away from your authentic self. The rest is fluff. Tropical Aries Sun starts off spring season, reminding you that for every end you have the ability to create a new and better beginning with enthusiasm.

Be gentle with how you address this information to the outside. You may likely encounter opposition with your choices, especially those who would rather treat you like a child. Assertion is not the same as aggression, remember. We sometimes get caught up in our heads, believing everyone who's against us will always be fervently against us, which isn't always so. People can always change their minds and open up. It's not in your power to push them through that door, you can only keep the door open and point the signs in that direction. If they sting you, Bee Balm's medicine will be there with you, easing the pain and cheering you on for your commitment to yourself.

Pile 4: African Violet

Knight of Pentacles, Five of Cups, Queen of Pentacles, Eight of Cups (Rv.), Nine of Pentacles New Moon Cancer - You and Your Loved Ones Are Safe, Leo Sun - Create, Azalea - Temperance

Wherever it is in life you're focused on most, you've been diligently chipping away at it for some time. It feels like the right strike to hit gold is close. You're hoping that once you do, things will smooth out again and you can breathe. Every now and then, though, there comes a time where you have to stop where you are at in the present and breathe. As you do, notice everything going on around you and the amazing things currently at your table.

You are blooming through gratitude. It's not a typical message you get with the sad five of cups, but sometimes we have to look closely. The girl depicted clearly feels close to the seal, and they're able to bond over good times together even when dark uncertain times have crossed them. They're able to remember what was special, which any sadness on the surface can't erase. The two cups standing represent gratitude and hope. You're able to see that you've come a long way, and though there's much to still do, you can take the time to enjoy what you've accomplished so far. There's a bittersweet feeling to it, though, like you're not sure if you want to stop and mull for too much or you might feel too hard about what's been missed or left behind long ago.

Is there a worry over how loved ones around you might be reacting to your growth? This spread is signalling that you've already come so far, so there's no fret in slowing down and making time to spend with others. Family doesn't have to mean literal family, it refers to whomever you call "home". It could be your one dog and a studio apartment and I'd say "yes, take your dog on an extra walk today, not just cause they're a good dog but because you need this time to decompress and your dog wants to help you." Whether people in your life are under or over reacting, it doesn't have to affect your sense of gratitude for your progress. Maybe they're giving you no support for your efforts, or they're being overbearing to where you feel like they're actually pushing you away from what you're doing, but you're the Queen of Pentacles here, happily receiving from the Nine of Pentacles. The gratitude is in your mindset and how you approach it.

There's also one more separate advice, pile 4. Don't let your family discourage you from what you're making. Please don't toss away whatever it is you're working on now. Leo Sun wants you to be bold, open, and creatively expressive. Find a way to balance between working on it and getting feedback from everyone else. African Violets love that you care for family, but feels you could do without the smothering effect neglecting your growth. There's a time and a place for everything. Just make sure you're taking care of yourself in the meanwhile.

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stevesbipanic · 2 years ago

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Boy For All Seasons

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Ao3

Eddie didn't get to see Steve much in the months that followed. School was a lot more boring the third time around but it did come with the perk of Dustin Henderson and his little friends. They all had grand stories of Steve's bravery without a lot of details. They were also great at DnD. The kids joining Hellfire did have the added benefit of Steve coming to pick them up, the boys would exchange small waves across the parking lot.

Eddie was excited about his next holiday plan. This time he was sure to make Steve flustered, plus he wouldn't be out of place wearing a costume. Tina Randall was having a Halloween party and everyone was invited, including certain freaks. Eddie had originally thought he'd have to go looking for Steve, come Halloween but at his last trip to Family Video Robin had informed him she'd be going, and wherever Buckley went Harrington followed.

When Eddie arrived at the party it was in full swing, he couldn't see Robin or Steve yet so decided to use the opportunity to make some money. He had neared the end of his rounds when he spotted Robin alone. Well, not alone there was a girl who Eddie remembers from band talking to her, but Robin's side was unusually absent of one pretty boy.

Maybe, Steve had gone to get them drinks, but the kitchen was void of him too. He had practically given up, deciding to leave the house for a smoke outside when he saw him.

Steve was huddled at the back of the yard up against a tree. Worried, Eddie approached him. Steve appeared physically fine, but his face seemed withdrawn and dejected. Eddie plopped down next to him.

"Didn't take you as a princess, Stevie."

Steve looked towards Eddie and sent him a small smile, "Robs wanted to be Westly and needed a Buttercup."

"Well, you look beautiful as ever, sweetheart."

"Suprised you didn't go as one of those singers you like."

"Well I think vampires are equally metal, don't you like my fangs, Stevie?" Eddie flashed Steve a toothy smile.

"Bet you'd love a taste."

"In my wildest dreams, princess."

Steve seemed less sad than before but the fact he was still here alone nagged at Eddie.

"Why are you out here by yourself anyway, like I saw Buck talking to that girl, but there's plenty of people in there that would love some company with the ol King Steve."

Steve scrunched his face at the old nickname.

"Don't care for Halloween much anymore." Eddie wasn't dumb he remembered the rumors that followed the jock last year and they weren't kind.

"Well that simply won't do, as a self-proclaimed creature of the night I must reignite your love for the holiday."

Eddie jumped up and held his hand out to Steve. Steve smiled and grabbed his hand, letting Eddie pull him up.

"This party blows anyway, let me show you a better place, don't worry I'll bring you back to look after Robin later."

They hopped in Eddie's van and he drove them to the top of the quarry. He lead Steve to the edge where they could see the water before laying down, Steve laid beside him.

"This is where you can really appreciate the night, and look we've even got a full moon."

Steve followed Eddie's gaze up to the stars above them, amazed at how many you could see now they were on the outskirts of town.

"It's beautiful."

Eddie flicked his gaze towards Steve, "yeah, yeah it is."

The boys watched the stars pointing out constellations before Steve decided Robin would probably need driving home soon.

"Thanks for tonight, Eddie, maybe Halloween isn't so bad."

"You're welcome, princess."

"Maybe next time I'll let you bite me," Steve grinned and sent Eddie a wink before quickly hopping out.

Eddie could feel a soft warmth spread across his cheeks as he drove home, yeah Halloween was pretty great.

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celandeline · 10 months ago

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Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (7)

Even at night, this house is sweltering. It’s like somehow, the walls trap in the absorb the heat of the day and spit it back out at night. Even in my thin cotton shorts and the tiniest shirt I own, I’m still sweating. I roll over, and kick the sheets off, spreading my limbs out to try and alleviate the stickiness. I’ve got to get used to this heat or I’m not going to get any sleep for the rest of the summer.

I shift again, flipping the pillow in the hopes that the underside might be cooler. Moonlight streams in through the window, and I watch a breeze shift through the short trees outside. In the hopes of catching some of that breeze myself, I slide out of bed, padding over to the window, the floorboards creaking under my feet. I undo the latch, and push against the frame, but the glass doesn’t budge.

I simply stare at the wall for a minute. “Fucking fine. I’ll just die of heatstroke then.” I say, like the house can hear me and is deliberately fucking me over.

I’m still at the window when I hear a low creak from out in the hallway, and for a minute I’m worried that Venetia heard me, but there is no knock at my door. Instead, her footsteps retreat down the hall until I can’t hear them anymore. A twinge of annoyance flares up in me - she didn’t even check to see if I was awake. Not that she had to, of course, but this summer is supposed to be about us hanging out. If she’s going to go out on a nighttime adventure, I’d expect her to at least ask me along. Especially to get me out of this stuffy room.

I walk back over to the bed and kick my flip flops out from underneath, slipping my feet into them. Taking the box of cigarettes and the lighter from my nightstand and tucking them in the band of my shorts, I start out after her.

I know the house well enough at this point to find my way outside, immediately relishing the feeling of the cooler night air washing over me. The subtle concert of crickets in the tall grass is the only sound. Venetia is nowhere to be found, and I have no idea where to start looking. Instead, I sit down on the stone steps, and light a cigarette.

For a while, it’s just me, the nicotine, and the moon. It’s about half-full, and hanging high in the sky. Even only half full, it’s brighter than normal, it seems, and casts the grounds in sharp definition. It’s goth, almost, the eerie way the moon highlights the statues dotted around the lawn and paints the maze in the distance like a looming mass. It’s eerie enough that the sound of the door behind me almost makes me jump.

I turn, quickly, to see Farleigh step outside, only in his boxers. He seems just as surprised to see me as I am to see him. A beat of silence passes between us. “Hi.”

“Hey.” I return, turning back to face the yard.

I don’t expect him to sit down next to me, but he does, sprawling his lanky body down the steps. “Can I bum a smoke?”

“Sure.” I say, digging the box of cigarettes out of my waistband, and passing one to him. Farleigh tucks it between his lips, and then leans close, pressing the end of his cigarette to mine, lighting it off my cherry. The scent of him - the musk of sleep, his hair products, deodorant - fills my nose.

“Thanks.” Farleigh says, exhaling smoke through his nostrils.

Another moment of silence passes as we both smoke.

“So,” He drawls. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Yeah.” I say. “It’s so fucking hot in there, and the window in the room I’m in won’t open.” I let a cloud of smoke slip out from my lips. “I take it, you too?” I say, gesturing to his boxers with my cigarette.

“Mhm.” Farleigh hums.

The conversation dwindles into nothingness again. It’s little awkward - I haven’t spoken to anyone but Venetia one-on-one, and I don’t quite know what to say. It feels more intimate than it should, us sitting here in our pajamas (Farleigh barely wearing anything really), having a smoke.

“So what’s your deal?” He says, breaking the silence and tilting his head towards me. His tone is totally different - sharper, accusing even.

It takes me aback. “What do you mean?”

He flicks the ash off the end of his cigarette. “Why does V keep you around? What do you do?” He asks. “I guess,” He laughs, “Is it drugs or sex? Lord knows she doesn’t need money.”

It’s offensive, almost, except for the smile on his face. It spikes some anger, but I squash it quickly, taking a drag of my cigarette. “Why do you ask?” I force my tone to be casual. “Scared?”

He scoffs. “As if-”

“Because it seems like you’re scared, Farleigh.” I say, cutting him off.

There’s a tension in the air as we just look at each other. His eyes shift around my face, looking for something. A slow smile stretches across his face. “I see.”

“See what?”

“It’s just like Venetia to need a guard dog.” He laughs. “I mean, I know she doesn’t have any friends at Cambridge but I didn’t know she was being bullied.”

This time, my anger is not so easily squashed. “She’s got enough to deal with-”

“I’m not going to jump on the bandwagon, Eves, calm down.” He rolls his eyes. “I was just curious why you’re here.”

I take a long drag of my cigarette, and purposefully exhale so that the smoke drifts past his face. My anger dissipates some. I can read him just the same as he’s read me - he’s making sure I’m not another Oliver, for whatever reason.

He waves the smoke away from his face. “God, you’re vicious.” He grins. “I can see why she likes you.” Just like that, all the sharpness in his voice is gone. Just like that, he’s talking like we’re best friends again. Flipped on a dime.

I roll my eyes, and lean back against the steps.

“Don’t take it personally, c’mon.” He says, leaning back on his elbows to follow me.

“In the week that I’ve been here, the only thing I’ve learned about you is that you’re a catty bitch.” I say, looking him dead in the eye.

He tips his head towards me with a wry grin. “What, you wanna know my favorite color or something?”

I just blink at him, and take a drag of my cigarette.

His gaze shifts back out into the yard. “It’s blue.”

The admission makes me smile - it’s an apology without saying ‘I’m sorry’, which seems like the best I’ll get from him. “Mines red.”

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justcallmecj · 5 months ago

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Another Player Enters The Game

MASTERLIST ~~ PREVIOUS ~~ NEXT

"Ugh, I don't believe this. Of all the rotten luck..." Mammon grumbles. He pushes open the gates to the House of Lamentation. It's an old house, looks haunted and creepy with the full moon shining through the dead trees in the front yard. But the lights are on and fill the windows with a welcoming light. Actually kinda comforting. Mammon continues forward.

"Why should I have to look after some human? It's insulting, that's what it is!" he exclaims. "That rotten bastard... Does he really think he can scare me into doing whatever he wants?" He cards a hand through his fluffy hair. I really want to pet his head!

"I mean, you unfortunately don't have a choice. I saw how you were when Lucifer threatened you." I said to him. He turned around violently and slammed his hands on his hips again. "HEY" he yelled out. He looked like he was ready to stand there and beat me up, Lucifer's orders be damned. But he took a moment to think things through first. He huffed out a calming breath and glared at me.

"Just so we're clear...it's not like I can't say no to Lucifer, okay?!" Yeah, sure. Your actions say otherwise, but its fair, he was pretty scary in that moment. "I only agreed to babysit you because, um...Well you know, because...uh..." He struggled to find the right words to say. Finally, he decided that he didn't need to come up with a good excuse.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter! Just don't go thinking that I'm scared of Lucifer or anything! Because I'm not!" His right foot stomped on the ground as if to emphasize his point. Yeah, and I can dream at night. See? We're both lying to ourselves.

I looked Mammon straight into his blue eyes with the most bored, deadpan look I could muster. "Honestly, I really don't care." My voice stayed level and devoid of any emotion, a huge feat for me honestly.

Mammon's face went wide with shock, and he stumbled a step back. Whatever resolve he made about not beating me earlier wash away from his mind and he glared daggers at me.

"WHAT?! Oh, now you're in for it..!" His hands clenched into fists, but then he faltered for a split second. His expression turned contemplative, and then thoughtful. "...Although, come to think of it, I'm surprised you've got the guts to talk to me like that. You're not scared?" he asked.

Oh Hunny, you're about as scary as a puppy compared to half the shit I've seen in nightmares.

"I mean, I'm a demon. You do get that, right?" He looked at me skeptically, like he thought I actually hadn't understood everything about the situation I'm in right now. I wanted to say so many things, sarcastic things about the things I've encountered in my, like, 15 years of Dream Hopping experience. But, having so many normal human friends in my time, I've learned to keep my mouth shut about things like that.

Instead, I gave Mammon a smile and nodded my head, opting to keeping my mouth shut. He eyed me up and down, trying to take in as much information about me as possible. Apparently, he didn't find much.

"...Hmph. You're one strange human, I'll give you that." he said wearily. We had stopped walking at some point in the conversation, so I sped forward to be in front of him and turned back around. I smiled again and said, "I know! Thanks for the compliment, Hunny." I finished with a wink.

Mammon stumbled back more than a few steps again. His face lit up red and he tried to cover it up with his hand. It didn't work to well. He stuttered and fumbled over whatever words he was trying to force out. I really couldn't help myself, laughing while barely trying to hide the fact that I was. I will never get over how flustered some people can get.

Mammon steeled himself and took a deep breath, getting back whatever control he felt he had in this scenario. He pushed past me in, quick, long strides. "...Ugh, whatever. Let's move on." he mumbled under his breath, barely loud enough for me to hear.

We finally made it to the doorway, Mammon pushing the doors open and wide with minimal dramatics. "This is the House of Lamentation. It's one of the dorms here at RAD." He swished around to look me in the eyes. His hands on his hips once more, and he continued with a proud face. "Well, it's not JUST one of the dorms. It's the dorm reserved for the council members," he ended with a flourish. Suddenly, that proud expression turned to one of annoyance and a bit of sadness I was able to pick up.

"Lucifer, Asmo, and the others take every chance that can get to insult me," his voice got a touch quieter. "Callin' me scum, sayin' that I'm a money-grubber and stuff..." I felt the underlying emotions he was desperately trying to keep from showing. The genuine hurt he felt from his brothers' words. Poor thing. Must be hard to just take the cuts and not show the blood. Well, now I'm getting attached. Guess I know what I'm gonna meddle in later.

Mammon put back on the proud look from before, albeit, less convincing than before. "...but I'm an officer on the student council, same as them. The elite of the elite, top of the RAD social pyramid." He finally found it in him to smirk, the upset feeling from before dwindling. "In other words, I'm a big shot. A REAL big shot. Like, even regular big shots are impressed by what a big shot I am." Well, Mammon certainly got his point across somehow. But I am gonna need him to stop saying big shot, for my sake.

His face lit up long enough to show how much his own words meant to him. Then it turned into a devilish smirk. "So don't you go thinking that I'm just some ordinary demon. I'm nothing like those other peons walking the halls here." His mind went off somewhere else in thought. My mind almost did the same if I didn't will it to stay just in case Mammon got down again. He then came back.

"By the way, Diavolo is even MORE of a big shot. He's so important that he's got his own castle. That's why he doesn't live here with us." Well, that makes sense, he is the prince. "...Anyway, the long and short of it is that us seven brothers all live here together. Now, it's time I show you to your room..." Mammon stalled again so I took the time to actually take in the room I was standing in.

I giant foyer, with two grand staircases leading to a second floor. There were two awesome looking dragon statues about halfway up each staircase. Paintings hung from the blue wallpaper walls, and light fixtures all throughout. I caught sight of a bulletin board to the right with flyers hanging on it.

"Hey, don't just stand there with your jaw open. Hurry up, or I'm gonna leave you behind." He had apparently planned to walk off while I was distracted. "If there's something you wanna ask me, you'd best do it now."

I wanted more time to look around and get a feel for the house and its aura before we went somewhere else. So, I took a risk, hoping I had enough info about Mammon's character to hopefully distract him for a moment. "What are your hobbies?" I asked. I just barely managed to hear Mammon's response about not having any, then listing off some things before tuning him out.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, there was an itch. An itch I was all too familiar with. I always got that feeling at night, when people were asleep. That itch indicated a Dreamer. A pretty sleepy one at that. A person that dreamt a lot and vividly. It made me want to completely abandon the house tour with Mammon in favor of finding the Dreamer and stepping into whatever they could be dreaming.

It was a familiar feeling, but with a new edge and aura to it. It was exciting, and it felt much more conscious than what I was used to.

What snapped me back to the here and now was Mammon snapping his finger in front of my face. He snapped continuously until he was sure I was paying attention to him.

"I was talking to you, you damn human!! If you're gonna ask me somthin', actually listen to my words!" he shouted, annoyed. I laughed and apologized. I still wasn't completely back in the foyer, but I was able to pay attention to Mammon once again.

"Now, I'm gonna give a piece of advice, so listen up." his face only looked mildly serious. "If you wanna survive even a day in the Devildom, you'd better listen REAL close to what I'm about to say." I hummed and nodded to show I was listening.

"If it ever looks like a demon is about to attack you...run away. Either that or die." He hmphed at the end of his sentence. I won't have to worry too much about getting attacked. If something goes awry, I have a few tricks I've been itching to use to get out of that scenario. Before my thoughts could go any further, a new voice spoke in the empty room.

"How about this? I vote for YOU to die, Mammon." the voice said. I turned to the right to see a new person walk towards me and Mammon. I immediately noticed his purple hair and orange eyes. He wore the same uniform the other brothers did, so I can only assume that he's one of them. He looked thoroughly pissed off. I thought he may be mad at me, until I followed his line of sight and saw he was staring at Mammon.

Mammon sputtered for a quick second. "D'ah...! Levi..." he managed. He scrambled for a distraction, which he apparently found in me. "...Uh, l-listen up, human! This here is Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy. He's the third oldest of us brothers." Ah, so I'm going up in numbers. Now I'm just missing the youngest, Avatar of Sloth. Wonder where he is?

"Since his name's sorta hard to say, you can just call him Levi! Okay then, let's move on." Mammon sped through the introduction as quick as he could, clearly not wanted to be stuck next to his younger brother any longer. Levi's angry expression only changed to show more annoyance.

"Mammon, give me back my money. Then go crawl in a hole and die." Levi spouted. Money? Really, Mammon? But, as sucky of a move as that is, he is the Avatar of Greed. Something tells me it's impulse, but telling him to die right after? Far too harsh.

Mammon pointed his head at the ground and dug his nails into his hips. "Come on, I told you I'd get it to you! I just need a little more time..." He paused. "...And you still want me to die even after I give it back? That's real harsh, Levi!" Agreed! At least he's trying, and there's nothing wrong with asking for more time.

"You need a little more time? How much more?" Levi asked.

"A little more, okay?! A little more means a little more!" A little redundant, but nothing wrong with that.

Levi's face went slack with boredom. "You've been telling me that for the last 200 years, Mammon." ...oh, now I see.

Mammon looked offended and put his arms in the air. "Hey, no! It's hasn't been 200 years! It's been 260! Get it right, Levi!" he corrected. You are not helping your case right now!!!!

Levi closed his eyes, crossed his arms and growled in exhaustion. "Unbelievable. Seriously Mammon, you're-" Levi didn't get to finish his sentence. I felt as Mammon tensed, the same feelings he gave off earlier when mentioning his brothers' name calling came back.

"I'm what? Scum? Is that what you're gonna say?" Mammon was genuinely upset, there was no denying that. Empathy kicked in again and I got mad on behalf of Mammon. Clearly, he wasn't actually going to do anything, so I planned on stepping in. Levi's spoke before I could.

"-you're a lowlife and a waste of space." he said. That made my blood boil. Mammon responded immediately, like he's had this conversation before.

"Hey! Come on, that's even worse!" he shouted. I saw as his brows curled up in hurt, his lips frowned as he searched his brother's expression for some sort of sympathy. He never found it.

"Whatever..." Levi scoffed, "Just give me back my money." What the hell? How is he still on about the money? Can he not see how his words hurt Mammon?

Levi's face suddenly lit up in excitement, an excitement that never should have popped up. "I need it to buy the Blu-ray box set of Journey to the Devildom: Tale of a Little She-Devil and Her Reluctant Companion. The initial round of copies includes promotional tickets to a live event as a special bonus." Levi smiled and giggled to himself like a little kid just itching to get his new favorite toy.

Mammon looked at Levi incredulously. This clearly isn't his first time sitting through Levi's non-sensical raving about whatever that was. Wonder how well he'd put up with my own nonsense talk. If he ever finds me in that state, I'll have to watch his response.

"I've go no idea what you're even talking about, Levi, but it doesn't matter! Because I don't even have the money to give you. How am I supposed to give back money I don't have, huh?!" It is pretty shitty to take someone's money and then not pay them back, but still doesn't excuse Levi's actions a couple moments ago.

Levi's face turned sour again when he met Mammon's gaze. "So then, you're telling me you refuse to pay me back?" No?! He just told you he ain't got the money! That's a perfectly reasonable reason to not pay up!! Levi spoke slowly and dangerously, like he was ready to throttle Mammon. Mammon(reasonably) got defensive despite his astonishment.

"...What? You looking for a fight, is that it?" Mammon reared up and ready. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to step in before someone got hurt.

"Hey! Stop it, you ain't got no right to put Mammon down like that!" Mammon's own emotions still rolled off him, giving me plenty of fuel to keep going. "Plus, he gave you the reason about the money. He can't give you something he doesn't have, and he sure as hell didn't refuse anything." I stepped forward and stood in between Mammon and Levi, leaving only a bit of space for them to look at each other.

Levi considered me, like he had only just realized that I was there. Looking me up and down, he didn't seem happy that I had gotten in the way.

"What's the deal with this human you've got here with you? Are they your newest sponsor or something?" He wasn't amused. RUDE!! HE JUST COMPLETELY IGNORED EVERYTHING I LECTURED HIM ABOUT!!!! From behind me, Mammon scoffed and crossed his arms.

"Wha...no! I'd need someone rich enough to support me. Don't be crazy." Again, RUDE! I may not be rich but I'm not poor. Jesus Christ. "Though, now that I think about it....Levi, I'm pretty sure this one likes to collect the same stuff that you do. I bet you'd kill to have some of the stuff in Y/N's collection. You know what I'm talking about...those doll things you always buy. What do you call 'em again?" he smirked, feigning confusion.

Gasp!! How did he know about my collection!?!?! Did I mention something about it?? NO! I don't think I did, anyway... SO HOW DID HE KNOW!?!

Levi deadpanned again. "Figurines," he finished for his older brother.

"Yeah, those!"

Levi turned to me, more consideration in his eyes. "So, you also collect figurines?" I nodded.

"Yep, I have for years now, since I was a teenager." I said with a proud smile. Levi's face did a full 180 and changed to pure excitement. He rushed forward and grabbed my hands in his own, coming really close to my face.

"Which ones? Ooh, do you have any of the main characters from Battle Princess Brigade? Or Girls Only, or Diamond Dust?" He listed off names of animes I've never even heard the name of. I've got plenty of figurines, among other things, from popular animes/games and a few lesser known ones, so either his taste is really far out of my genre, really rare, or the Devildom has its own animes to watch.

"Nope." A simple answer.

Levi's face went neutral. "..." Long moments of silence followed. Suddenly, he jolted in shock.

"...Hold on a second!" While still holding my hands, he looked around the room, from left to right, searching for something. I kept staring into his eyes. I've never seen orange eyes before.

"You've got to be kidding me...!" he sighed, "That ass Mammon ran off!" Finally tearing away from his eyes, I conducted the same search he had. He was right, while Levi was gushing to me about his anime, Mammon took the chance and ran off. I can't be too mad, I would've done the same thing honestly.

Levi looked down and finally realized that he had grabbed my hands. His face lit up a bright pink and he went wide eyed. He scrambled back a step or two and held his hands against his chest. Flustered, he looked up at me. I didn't mind the hand holding. I just smiled at him. He, while getting flustered again, readjusted himself and steeled his nerves. Then his face got serious again.

"Do you realize what just happened? Mammon used you as a distraction to get away from me...Or maybe I should say he used you as a sacrifice. You make it sound like he did something evil. I've done the same thing to my friends before, and people have done the same thing to me in dreams. I don't care.

"I'll admit that Mammon is one of the scummiest scumbags you'll ever meet..." Is scummiest even a real word? Eh, what do I know? Also, BE NICE TO YOUR BROTHER GOD DAMN IT. "..a total lowlife. But still, that was pretty dumb of you letting him use you like that." Levi said.

To be fair, I kinda figured that was what he was planned. The smirk after playing dumb? Total setting someone up move, Levi just didn't notice it.

Levi sighed. "This is EXACTLY why humans are-" I swear if you insult me right now, I will NOT hesitate to sucker punch you. "...Wait a second. Humans...yes, that's it...Suddenly, I've got an idea." The look on Levi's face showed that is was more of a scheme than an idea.

"Listen, are you free right now?" Levi rolled his eyes and answered his own question. "Of course you are. You've gotta be, right?" He only contemplated the idea that I may be busy for a split second. "You know what? Never mind. Either way, you're coming with me.

Levi grabbed my hand and started pulling me through the seemingly never-ending halls of the house. Along the way, my D.D.D buzzed in my back pocket. I pulled it out and found the text message from Mammon.

Mammon: Hey, I suddenly remembered I have some business to take care of. So, if you need something, just ask Levi.

He sent a sticker of a demon dancing and winking.

Mammon: Oh, and just to make sure...Don't go around tellin' stuff to Lucifer, ya got that?

The next sticker was of a demon surrounded by an evil aura, akin to that of the one both Satan and Lucifer adopted at some point in our conversation earlier that day.

I sent a sticker of a demon with the word "OK" on it. I didn't want to give Mammon anything more to fuss about than he already did, plus I had no intention telling Lucifer in the first place.

Mammon sent another sticker. This one was a demon with a devilish look blowing a kiss. I book marked that sticker in my mind to use later. I put the phone back in my pocket. When I looked up, Levi had stopped us in front of a door. He looked left and right repeatedly, trying to see if the two of us were alone. When he believed us in the clear, he grabbed me again and pulled me inside, shutting the door behind us.

In case you're wondering, no, I don't hate Levi. As much as I made Y/N get mad at him in this chapter, I do adore Levi. But you have to admit, his words towards Mammon are unreasonably harsh (plus I just really want to protect Mammon).

#obey me shall we date #obey me #Dream Hopper!reader #justcallmecj fics #Flustered Mammon and Levi

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 1 year ago

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mmm i have idea but I can never actually use it cuz i'd have to set it up and also it sounds weird but im puttin it here with all my other weird thoughts

so like what if in a 'you bring the boys home dynamic' we have a y/n who they discover is not nearly as energetic as they are at work. Like, this y/n is usually upbeat in the daycare, constantly talking and laughing and messin around with the kids. And now the boys are just tryna fit that picture into the tired, mentally drained, accidentally put milk in the pantry person in front of them.

And sometimes they do, they do see that old excitement on your face, they notice your short bursts of energy where you talk enthusiastically about something with them. But the tiredness is just as instantaneous: you could be laughing and making jokes with them one minute, and the next you've gone quiet with that thousand yard stare in your eyes.

The boys find this sudden shift in attitude...unnerving. It's not like you, you don't act like this. You're always bubbly and cheerful and full of life! Seeing you like this just feels wrong to them, like they're watching something they're not really supposed to be seeing.

So they try to figure it out. They drag you out of the house more, try to steer you away from using your phone. They start insisting on going to the store with you, and then try to make the trip more fun. Peeking through clothing aisles and surprising you, grabbing something you need off the shelf..the little things. And it does lift your spirits a little, but you still revert to that sad little shell eventually.

They learn to accept is as simply a part of you that they cannot change. They do try to help in any way they can, except for Moon who masks his care as messing around with you because he can't deal with emotions and 'pshh no i didn't make breakfast with you because it was fun i just got tired of the smoke filling up the house cuz you don't know how to turn on the airhood don't start getting ideas'. But they'll do their part in their own little way. Sun might join you on the couch and fish the remote out of your hands to switch the the kids channel. Moon challenges you to a game of Monopoly at night and you win (he let you but he'd never admit it). And when you're feeling down, they're there with you, draping a blanket over your shoulders or pressing a cup of tea into your hands or letting you slump against them when it's inevitably too much and you have to drown out the noise in your head in their hoodie as they run their fingers through your hair silently.

They don't tell you it's going to be okay. They don't like to make promises they know they can't keep. So they just stick around until your mood brightens and you decide to get off the couch because you need to do something with your hands so that you don't go insane. They'll suggest that batch of cookies that you tried to make last week, because those didn't turn out too bad even if you did add a bit too many chocolate chips and then you'll shoot them that incredulous look they love so much and reply with much more confidence that no you added the perfect amount you can never have too many chocolate chips and they'll let you have it because they enjoy the back-and forth banter just as much as you do, they're just as relieved for the company as you are, and so the three of you can be heard bickering about proportional amounts of chocolate for a little while until you're feeling much better.

So no, it's not okay. But you're all getting there.

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #fnaf dca #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #this was mainly for me i needed this very much #not feelin too great

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kraekat29 · 1 month ago

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Suburban Legends- Chapter Eight

Business only boomed for a few months. Now it was dead, they were lucky for a minimum of two customers per day now.

JJ leaned against the railing of the porch, taking a hit from his Juul as he watched Ruby dance with Delilah in the moonlight.

They were both barefoot on the grass as Ruby twirled the little girl around, petals falling down from their flower crowns.

He was amazed at how she could be so calm and stable, he was freaking out inside, he felt like he was failing her once again.

Ruby picked up Delilah and spun her around in her arms, the blonde little girl cheering, begging to be spun around again and again.

John B stood beside JJ on the porch, taking a sip of his beer, “you got a little drool there” he teased and touched the corner of his own mouth.

JJ rolled his eyes, “I do not” he said, “you know you can spend time with your wife right? You don’t have to stalk her” John B joked and nudged him.

“I’m not stalking her..” JJ said, his eyes going back to Ruby and Delilah in the yard, “dude just go get her” John B said.

He shook his head with a laugh and made his way over to Ruby who was fixing Delilah’s flower crown.

“How’s my two favorite girls?” JJ asked, “it’s a full moon, thought I’d teach Delilah her first dance to Mother Nature” Ruby said and tapped Delilah’s nose who giggled.

He bent down and captured her lips in a kiss, “ew!” Delilah squealed, they both broke apart in an instant.

“Oh my god..” JJ breathed out, “J she just said her first word..” Ruby said in awe, Delilah giggled in the grass, clapping her hands together as she said the word over and over.

“She definitely got that from you” he said, jumping with a yelp as Ruby pinched his ass, “that’s all you” she said with a cheeky smile.

“Oh you little..” JJ huffed as Ruby took off running across the lawn, he shook his head with a laugh, putting his hat on backwards before chasing after her.

She squealed as he caught up to her and lifted her up from behind, her legs kicking in the air as she squirmed and laughed.

“gotcha..” JJ whispered in her ear, watching as her eyes fluttered shut, “you always do..” Ruby breathed out.

The next morning they were in the shop again, Ruby helping Kiara paint a few boards while everyone worked mindlessly.

Pope broke the silence with a big sigh, “what is it?” Cleo asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Look I didn’t want to alarm you guys but money is bad.. like really bad. We have a huge property payment due in three days.. and this is all we have left” Pope said, showing the last small gold nugget in a mason jar.

While everyone argued about how they ended up in this situation Ruby leaned against the counter, her head in her hands as she finally let her anxiety consume her.

She couldn’t let her kids grow up with the same life she had, having to struggle and barely get by.

Ruby looked up and met JJ’s eyes, her gaze practically begging him to make this better.

That was the biggest mistake she had ever made.

#jj maybank #ruby routledge #john b routledge #sarah cameron #pope heyward #cleo obx #kiara carrera #rafe cameron #jj maybank smut #obx #obx fic #outer banks

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eleanorroseaxoxo · 10 months ago

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Hungry Like The Wolf

So the poll is in, and no surprise that Steve triggering his curse was the top pick, tied with Will and Eleven practicing magic. I'll upload the Will and Eleven fic soon, but for now, enjoy some werewolf Steve.

It began four nights ago, the night Barb died.

Steve was in bed and Nancy, Tommy and Carol had gone home. Steve was sound asleep until he felt this painful sensation in his stomach.

Steve groaned and sat up in his bed, after a moment, the pain subsided. Unbeknown to Steve, his eyes flashes golden-yellow in the moments before he fell back asleep.

In the coming day up until November 12th, Steve had been feeling... different. He felt more confident in himself, more stronger and faster than he had ever been in his life. But he was also angry, all the time, often for no reason too.

But boy was he angry when he saw Jonathan Byers in his girlfriend's bedroom.

Steve acted alone when he vandalised the movie theatre, and he was alone when Nancy and Jonathan confronted him, and Steve just let it all out as Nancy tried to stop him.

" You know what, Byers? I’m actually kind of impressed." Steve angrily states. "I always took you for a queer, but I guess you’re just a little screw-up like your father. Oh, yeah, yeah, that house is full of screw-ups." As Steve continues to speak, he can see Jonathan getting angrier and angrier. "You know, I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. A bunch of screw-ups in your family. I mean, your mom...I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother. I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but the Byers, their family, it’s a disgrace to the entire-"

Before Steve could get another insult out of his mouth, Jonathan pinned Steve against the wall and hissed, he actually hissed. Steve would've laughed if it weren't for the fangs poking out of Byers' mouth, and those veins coming from his eyes, Steve had never been more shit scared in his life.

"What the f-"

"Jonathan! We have to go, now! Come on!"

Just like that, Jonathan's eyes went back to normal and his fangs retracted. "Fine."

In a blink of an eye, Nancy and Jonathan were gone, leaving Steve in that alley, utterly confused, scared, and questioning his life choices.

That night, when the full moon was high and Steve did a lot of consideration, he went to the Byers House to apologise to Jonathan, and maybe to ask him about those fangs that grew out of nowhere.

As Steve stood in the Byers' living room, Nancy pointing a gun at him, he felt... off.

"Steve, get out!"

"Woah, whoah, What-"

Steve his cut off when his ankle literally snaps. He yells in pain as he falls to the floor.

"What just happened?" Jonathan asks him.

"I-I think m-my ankle just broke. What the-" Steve is cut off yet again as he feels his shoulder pop out of place. "My shoulder! Ahh!"

Nancy's face pales in realisation, she had read about his in her grandfather's journal. "He's a werewolf."

"He's a what?" Jonathan asks Nancy as Steve continues to howl in pain as his bones snap.

"When a person carrying the werewolf gene is responsible for taking a life, they trigger their curse and are forced to turn into a wolf every full moon." Nancy looks at Steve. "Barb dying must've triggered it, somehow."

"AH!" Steve screams as his spine snaps. "W-What do I do?"

"Get him outside, go!" Nancy and Jonathan grab Steve and drag him to the front yard. "Okay, Steve, i'm not gonna lie to you, this is gonna hurt like hell." Nancy explains as Steve's bones reshape. "If you fight it, it's gonna hurt more, so the best thing is to just let it happen."

Steve, scared out of his wits, nods. "O-Okay, yeah, I- AH... I can do it."

This went on for a few moments, Steve screaming in pain as Nancy and Jonathan watch on, helpless. Steve looks up at the pair, golden-yellow eyes replacing his usual brown eyes.

And within the next five minuets, where Steve once stood, was now a large, brown wolf.

By sunrise, Will had be found, the demogorgon was gone, and Steve stood in the forest of Hawkins, human, scared, and seriously questioning if last night was just a really bad dream.

#stranger things #stranger things au #tvd au #steve harrington #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #vampire jonathan byers #werewolf steve harrington

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creampie-capital · 2 years ago

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↳𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠

a hand on your waist, the goddess of the hunt fixed your posture and assisted in pulling the string close to your nose.

Lightning bugs glowed around in the area as the illumination of the moon brightened your surroundings. Lush vegetation and vibrantly flourishing fauna had never looked more alive.

"You're getting distracted."

Artemis' voice was right in your ear, her warm breath fanning your labyrinth that sent shivers down your body.

You blinked, coming back to your thoughts and honing in on the feeling of her cool fingers traveling up from the middle of your spine to the back of your neck.

Apollo's body radiated warmth like no other, but his older twin sister was cool like night's wind.

"It's...It's pretty here." You murmured and focused your gaze on the stags some yards away. "I'm not used to this."

The goddess hummed and removed her hands from your waist, so it was resting in the small of your back.

She pressed on it, pushing your back out to strengthen your posture. "I'm sure." Was her only reply by your throat.

Inhaling a deep breath and swallowing, you let your (e/c) eyes adjust to the gloaming darkness to focus on your target.

A hypers*xual woman with daddy issues and an as*xual goddess with unpredictable actions, what could possibly happen.

The deity hummed and removed her hands from your body so she could stand next to you. She towered over you regardless of your height and stared afar.

"Now, control your breathing. Your posture is perfect; it's time for you to relax and show me how good of a mentor I am." She stated and crossed her arms under her breast.

You swallowed strenuously and almost rolled your eyes. 'B*tch, I'm horny! How the f*ck am I supposed to relax!?'

Pulling tighter on her golden crescent-shaped bow, you did as the goddess said. You could hear your heart beating in your ears, feel the sweat dripping down the back of your neck, and hear the low whistling of the wind.

Calming, it was calming. Your lungs filled with the freshest air you've ever consumed, and then-

You released the string.

It whizzed along as if in slow motion, and your gaze followed the golden trail of light it left behind in the darkness. The arrow sliced through the air as if cutting through and struck the deer so ferociously that it flew a few meters away.

"Woah..." You whispered with your chest rising and falling rapidly from the adrenaline that began coursing through your veins.

Artemis hummed proudly and reached down to pet your hair. Her fingers tangled through your locks, but for some reason, she was able to run them through like smooth butter.

You shifted to face the divine goddess and witnessed the proud yet cocky smile gracing her succulent lips.

"Very good. You handle such a sacred weapon very well." Leaning down, her face stopped right in front of yours, her nose brushing against your own and the divine radiance of her power warmed you on that chilly night. "I wonder what else you can handle well."

'You.' The thought made you giggle internally.

"Well-" You whispered and smiled - more like grinned coily - and held up her bow between the minuscule space between your faces. "-Why don't we test it out."

Her dark hickory eyes seemed to glimmer from your words as she reached for her bow, grazing her cool fingers along your own while at it.

"We have all the time in the world, little mortal. For now, let's not let your kill go to waste."

You shivered.

The goddess stood to her full height once again before grasping your hand and levitating off of the ground.

Feeling weightless, you smiled joyfully and giggled as she flew the two of you over to the deer. When you arrived, you observed how it was the cleanest shot you've ever seen.

How could you not be proud of yourself?

"I will take care of him, return his soul back to the earth." She started and kneeled down before pulling an encrusted dagger from a snag around her thigh.

Nodding, you turned your attention to the moon that appeared so eerily big and close. It was a sight that fed something within you, and it was only intensified by how vibrantly bright the stars were.

Because of all the light pollution back in your timeline, a sight like this was rare to come by. "It's beautiful out." You murmured.

"It is." The divinity replied, the sound of her cutting through the animal following soon after.

You pulled the shawl tighter around your body and released a breath of air into the night. The feeling of exhaustion had long left you, and now you felt so alive you could enslave the world.

Was it wrong that you wanted to rule all?

Maybe a little, and you couldn't help but grin at the thought. You were having too much fun that you were forgetting this was supposed to be entertainment for Otto merely.

Damn that b*stard. Just wait till you get enough power; you'll do whatever you want.

Turning leisurely, you found your lips falling and a gasp escaping as the sight of an arrow coming towards you awakened every nerve in your body.

You flinched, hands flying in front of your face expecting to be hit, but instead, a force of wind almost knocked you off your feet.

Nearly falling and colliding with the ground, you opened your eyes to see Apollo standing in front of you.

A golden arrow resting in his hand with Artemis standing a few meters ahead as her bow still remained in the air.

"Get out of the way, brother." She ordered and readied another arrow. "She doesn't belong in this world, and I'm going to make it right."

Your eyes widened while your lips fell agape. This b*tch really just tried to kill you.

Apollo splintered the arrow in half and raised his arms outwards. His own golden bow and quiver of silver arrows were strapped to his toned back as if he was ready for his own hunt.

"Come, sister, and I'll snap your f*cking neck in half." He mused in such a cold and taunting manner that it spurred shivers to run up and down your spine.

The god then turned to you and smiled so brilliantly, but something about it was more threatening than anything.

Something that made your stomach practically drop to your knees.

"Ah, run, my darling. Because once I get my hands on you... I'll show you what it means to anger a god." He sang, and all hairs on your body stood on end. "Remember how it feels to have legs, darling; you're not going to have them again after this."

You weren't going to lie; it kind of turned you on but now wasn't the time to let the wh*re instincts out.

Artemis shot forth another arrow, and the god swiftly snatched onto to spin on the balls of his feet and thrust it forward with his brute strength.

The goddess barely avoided it, almost tripping over her own feet before readying another shot.

At this point, the adrenaline returned, and you knew you couldn't just stand there anymore.

So you ran.

You forced your legs to move into the forest and speed through thick vegetation. It wasn't going to be a good outcome for whoever managed to catch you.

Death or no legs?

Yea, no. You're rushing out of there like you're Usain Bolt.

The roaring bluster of twins fighting sent tremors through the ground that you could feel against your feet.

Along with that, the air became tense, divine radiance filling the land with heavy strain. The temperature fought between freezing tundra and blazing Sahara.

'Otto!' You screamed within your mind and jumped over a fallen log. 'Otto now isn't the time to watch me suffer! I'm going TO F*CKING DIE! YOU PIECE OF SH*T!'

Both fear and rage flushed through your veins, rushing through like a rapid stream untouched by man.

Artemis let out a war cry, and the boom that was prompted by her attack sent quakes your way. You tripped over your own feet and tumbled forward, your forehead smacking into stone that left you confounded.

"F*ck!" You hissed and squeezed your eyes shut to control it.

The headache that began to form felt as if it was a pinball ricocheting against the arms of the machine. It ached like h*ll, and for a moment, you forgot about why you were running.

Until a hand grasped your ankle and dragged you down.

Your eyes flung open as you were flipped onto your back. Apollo had never looked more threatening, with blood staining his golden ringlets and light arrows sticking through his left forearm and back.

"Let go!" You spat and attempted to pull away, but it only prompted the god to reach for your throat and shove your head into the dirt.

Nearly biting your tongue, you grasped his wrist and even dug the arrows deeper into his arm, but he made no reaction to the pain.

Not even as it bled profusely and dripped onto your nightgown, he grinned at the sight and cocked his head to the side.

"Darling, you always look so pretty with my hand around your throat." He exclaimed and inhaled a deep breath as if smelling your fear.

You snarled and attempted to kick your leg against him, but he merely rested a shin on one thigh while his other hand grasped your thigh to lift it.

He pressed it back until your knee met the dirt ground.

"Let's see how hard I can squeeze until your hanging on for dear life."

And squeeze did he do.

You gasped, eyes flying wide open as the pressure on your larynx intensified. His smooth palms pressed against the bone and his fingertips felt like they were blocking blood vessels.

Barely able to struggle, you could only pathetically attempt to wiggle free, but it was obviously to no avail.

The pain flooded your sense like overwhelming stimulation, and you didn't know if you wanted it to stop or not.

But this wasn't going to be any rough s*x; this was going to be pain and torture.

You weren't done playing around! You were done consuming the power of these gods!

No one but you could decide what was going to happen with your life. God or not, he didn't deserve to have control over you at all.

"Let me- Ugh! Let me go n-n-ah!"

Your choking words were cut off with a brisk gasp.

Apollo ripped apart your top that shielded your breast, revealing them for him to admire in the moonlight.

His intense gaze did nothing but stir something to form in the pit of your stomach and nipples to harden visibly.

F*ck, you were getting turned on by the aggression.

Cool air was fighting against breathtakingly warm air, encircling you in a bubble of tension. It heightened your scenes, and you could just feel everything twice as much.

"My patience has run thin, darling. I've been too lenient with you, and now it's time for you to reap what you sowed."

Why did your cl*t throb at his guttural words?

It was indeed a dangerous and perilous situation with a literal god overwhelming you. But as much as you would have liked to enjoy it, you probably weren't going to make this out unscathed.

"Apollo!" You croaked and grunted from the strain on your neck. "N-Not here! We can return back to-ack!"

His grip grew tighter, his fingernails digging into your skin as he lowered his face to your bare chest.

"(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)..." He sang your name in his melodic voice.

Your stomach tingled, and an ache in your breast became distracting and confusing. Black inkblots were painting across your vision, your hearing zoning in and out.

"You need to learn a lesson, my little mortal." Lightly he kissed your right nipple and inhaled your womanly scent of fear and desire. "I said you were to stay at the temple, yes?"

The best you could do was pathetically attempt to nod your head. This only prompted him to squeeze harder and nearly send you to unconsciousness, but he released just in time.

You gasped, eyes widening with your lungs greedily devouring air you were deprived of. Your esophagus burned, and the bones of your larynx felt bruised.

Heat boiled under your skin from the situation, and the cool dirt below did nothing to soothe the burning.

"You disobeyed me like a bad girl, and bad girls get punished, little mortal~."

Before you could reply, his mouth found its way to the skin of your throat, where he sucked harshly.

"A-Ah~!"

The sensation was like slight tingles of pain that were also pleasant. You wanted to squeeze your legs closed, but his grasp on your left limb had you immobilized.

Instead, your hands flew to his silken hair stained in crimson to tug in an attempt to pull away. Although his actions were pleasurable, the situation was not in your best interest.

Once he felt that your throat was decorated enough in dark-colored contusions, only then did he pull away.

But he did not release you, no. He migrated down your heated body and stopped at the visible skin of your thigh that he had pinned.

And just like your neck, he endowed you with painfully delightful bites on the smooth skin on your leg.

You jumped, hands tugging harsher with your stomach clenching from the tingling that began to form beneath your skin.

He was close, much closer to your core that was beginning to pulsate. Your cl*t betrayed you, throbbing for need and attention.

With his heightened senses, you were sure he could smell the arousal, and by the sensation of smirking against your skin, you knew for sure he did.

The bundle of nerves wanted to be touched oh so badly, to be caressed tenderly but cherished brutally.

Just thinking about what you wanted to happen to your body was enough to put you in an intense state of concupiscence.

Your mind was clouded with lewd s*xual desires that you wanted to be satisfied at the moment, especially by the literal god of the sun that had covered your left inner thigh in dark markings.

You were thrust out of your thoughts when Apollo's lips returned to your bruised throat that ached with misuse.

He kissed your skin tenderly while reaching down with your hip with his free hand and rubbing his thumb across the area.

The sensation brought you back to the situation, and you blinked away the haze. "Apollo, t-that's enough!" You seethed while tugging on his long locks. "I've learned my lesson, but you are testing my patience now! I told you no!"

There was no way you could manipulate the radiant god to stop his forceful actions, and at most, the only thing you could do was express your disappointment.

Maybe he would listen.

"Not until you're overfilled with my seed and swollen with our child." He sneered and pressed his thumb against the bruises on your thigh.

Maybe not.

His action spurred you to cry out, your voice breaking the discomfort of digging into the broken capillaries.

The giant god grinned coily, reaching for your face so he could grip your cheeks and force you to look at him in the moonlight.

"You belong to no one but me, and I'm going to make sure you know it."

Like before, he continued his onslaught on your chest, creating round markings ranging from all sorts of opaque colors.

The stinging pain hurt more than it should, and this time, there was no bliss to follow through. His name left your lips in brash grunts, seeming more as fuel than something that would turn him off.

His rough dominating sucking and kissing gradually grew to the valley of your breast. Those large hands of his left your face and leg only to grasp your bare breast.

"H-Hng!" A surprised mewl left your lips, not expecting him to do such a thing. He seized them firmly, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh and experiencing the touch of your mortal body.

Most of the time, you had denied him the right to touch you anywhere, something he needed to earn. However, you weren't the one in control anymore.

He was under your spell, utterly obsessed with you in the wrong way.

And here he was now, finally getting to indulge in his l*stful actions without being manipulated to listen and back off.

Apollo brought his face to your right breast, breathing his hot breath on your areola before taking it in his mouth.

You inhaled deeply, clenching your legs around the god's toned hips as his warm mouth entrapped your tender area.

"Why don't you just kill me?" You whispered under your breath, but the male still heard.

His gaze flickered up to yours as you watched him circle your erect n*pple with his soft tongue.

"Because you're all I want." He responded in the same whisper-like tone and kissed your breast tenderly. "You're all I need in this world. You're mine."

"I'm no one's-" He slammed your head into the stone that protruded out of the ground. The pain was that of being beaten, spreading across your skull like a forceful impact.

Your lips were parted, but not a single sound came out. Once again, you were dazed and left vulnerable as he continued his assault on your chest.

The divine god's teeth graze your nipples as he begins to massage and mold your left breast in his hand. His action caused you to buck your hip and quiver beneath him involuntarily.

"If you be a good little mortal, I'll be more gentle. I don't want to break you...yet." He murmured against your body.

His words only made you seeth with such fury that the warmth below your skin was no longer from l*st but rage.

"F*ck you!"

"Gladly." He responded lightly, his succulent lips displaying a devious smirk. His thumb grazed over your nipple before he gave it a firm squeeze.

"Hng~!" You whined softly, one of your hands flying to cover your mouth with the other resting over your forehead to calm the raging headache within your skull.

Apollo hummed to himself as he kissed your n*pple softly. "Your breast only makes me crave them more with every touch." It was like he spoke to himself as he observed how your chest rose and fell irregularly.

He leaned down, placing his face between your breast while his hold on your bust grew tighter. He sucked on your body again, bruising the skin as he pressed your mounds against his face.

You ground your teeth together to stifle any sounds of pleasure. The b*stard didn't deserve to hear even a sliver.

'Ar---ow'

You blinked, a sudden voice intermingling with your chaotic thoughts.

One of his hands inched down to your crotch before slithering his fingers between your slits. He could feel the hot, slick liquid and casually ran his fingers along your c*nt before rubbing your little cl*t.

'-is --row'

His mouth entrapped your other n*pple, sucking on it hungrily. How much longer was Apollo going to do this? He didn't seem to be wanting to stop anytime soon. He had all the energy in the world; his veins flow with the blood of a mighty god and titan.

'use his arr---'

Your lips parted, and you realized it was the voice of Otto breaking through the pain. He was telling you what to do. He was giving you a hint.

Completely changing your reactions, you gripped onto the deity and hugged him, hiding his face back within the crook of your neck.

You could feel his lips grin triumphantly against your skin, but you ignored it. Discreetly you reached for his quiver of arrows and grasped one as the fingers within your undergarment began to prod at your entrance teasingly.

And before he could do anymore, you thrust the serrated tip into his back that punctured his right lung.

Apollo froze, his sun-filled optics widening as he gasped. His hands flew away from your body and reached for his chest.

However, not only did his silver arrow pierce his body, but it also pierced yours as well.

Your heart.

The two of you looked down with jerking movements, witnessing blood blossoming from the wound and drenching your bare skin.

"(Y/n)! Darling, no!" His voice roared within the night and frightened the fauna.

What was only a quick sharp stab of pain quickly drifted into dreary numbness. The strength in your limbs dissipated, and instead, you could feel the ability to even move your limbs deplete.

Just like before, your hearing zoned in and out as black inkblots were painted across your vision.

Apollo ripped his body off the arrow, grunting visibly and squinting one eye from his divine weapon. Your mixed-bloods had now coated your chest like a top, and it was all the more sickening for the god.

One of his hands thrust forward, golden light expelling from his palm with minuscule stars floating over to the wound.

However, his attempt to heal you was futile. It did nothing but speed up the deterioration of your life. His rotating sun-filled eyes dripped what appeared like boiling lava-like tears as he attempted to push his godly powers onto the wound.

"No, NO! Darling, please!" He croaked with his other hand and reached for your face, smearing it with the remnants of crimson liquid.

With the last bit of remaining strength, you shifted your misty-hued optics to gaze upon his face.

"L-Look's like you're learning your own lesson now." You grinned, showcasing bloodied teeth. "I'm not yours to control and never will...I...be..."

And like that, your speech slurred, and the life shining within your eyes dulled to a gloaming blankness.

The deity had let out such a crude and earth-shattering cry that the earth surrounding your body cracked and began to levitate in the air.

A phenomenon happened, and the sun began to evade the sky.

The sun overtook the moon as the world began to feel the rage of Apollo, the god of the rising sun.

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roosterbox · 1 year ago

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October Almost-Drabbles 10/15: Chill and Fog

Pairing: Cherik

Word Count: 958

Additional tags: alternate universe, First Class aged Cherik, the inherent creep factor of walking home alone at night, Cherik is together but they don’t live together yet, gratuitous cuddling, implied future cuddling, I’m back on my fluff bullshit again

Side note: two prompts again. Not quite as long as the last one, but it’s long enough for a cut. Was initially going to be angsty, if you can believe it. However, I can never seem to stop the fluff when I get myself going, lol.

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Charles shuddered and pulled his coat tighter around him. The path through the park was clear enough, but the fog curling around his ankles and through the trees lent everything an eerie feeling. His way was lit by moonlight, also reflecting off the pond to his right, and he counted his lucky stars that tonight’s moon was full.

In any other circumstances - if it was his sister walking home, for example - he might have suggested a different route. Or just tell her to ask for a ride. But Charles was nothing if not stubborn. The early afternoon had been lovely, a perfect autumn day for a walk. Which he had done. But actions have consequences, and he was reaping them now.

Several times throughout, Charles could have sworn he’d seen a shadow in the mist. The vaguest shape of a man. Or a beast. Perhaps a bit of both. He was no stranger to men who acted in a beastly manner. The cold October breeze whipped through, making him pull his coat tighter once again. It was mostly thick, but a bit threadbare in some places. He didn’t want to admit that Erik had been right when he suggested (demanded, more like) Charles buy a new one, but… Erik had been right. I’ll tell him that as soon as I see him again. Good lord, he’ll be insufferable about it.

Something rustled beside him in the underbrush. He froze. After a few seconds, a dark shape darted out. It stopped to look at him, and he let out a nervous breath he’d been holding. Just a cat. Mostly black, but with a few light patches here and there. It made no sound, but stared at him as if daring him to make the first move. Or any move.

“Pardon me,” Charles said and continued walking, giving the animal a wide berth. It stayed there in the middle of the path, watching him, until he had put a few more yards between them. By the time he looked back again, it was gone. He hoped, wherever the cat was heading, that they would be warm and safe. And that a surprise appearance by a small furry creature would be the most excitement he would see on his trek back home.

He turned out to be right. The journey, about ten minutes long post-cat encounter, was delightfully uneventful. The worst thing about it by far was the breeze, sporadic but biting. His hands felt frozen despite him trying to keep them tucked away whenever he could. So much so that he fumbled with his keys on his doorstep, dropping them twice before he managed to find the building key. After that, he made his way through the lobby and up the stairs to his second level flat.

The minute he opened the door, he was hit by a blast of pleasant warmth. The heaters were running. They had been for a while. Charles hadn’t expected this. Nor did he expect a familiar face to poke out from around the corner.

“Erik?”

A smile. “Hello, old friend.”

Charles scoffed at the endearment. Old was hardly a term he’d have used to describe either of them, but the sentiment was one he shared.

“Hello, love.” He hung up his coat before crossing the distance and planting a kiss on the other man’s (warm! So warm!) lips. Erik frowned, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

“You’re freezing, Charles!”

Charles could only nod, and tuck his face into Erik’s neck. “‘S cold.”

To his credit, Erik didn’t flinch away from the ice cube of a nose rubbing against his skin. Instead, he pulled Charles closer. “Happy to be your personal heater, of course, but maybe next time you’ll let me come pick you up. Or better still, take your own car.”

Charles shook his head slowly. The feeling was coming back to his extremities, bringing with it pinpricks of tingling sensation. “Want an excuse to cuddle,” he mumbled.

Erik chuckled. “No excuse necessary, liebling. I’d just rather you be warm and comfortable when I stop by.”

“Warmer now.”

It was physically impossible for Erik to pull Charles any closer to him, but by G-d he tried. He’d have carved room into his ribcage just so that Charles would have a space to be safe and cared for forever. He always was the dramatic one between them. With that thought in mind he shifted a little, looking at Charles’ flushed face.

“Come on,” he tugged him towards the sofa. “Sit with me. I’ve got the good blankets. And a book I know you love. Maybe even some tea, if you can stand to be out of my arms for a few minutes?”

Charles considered this. Seemed to find it a good and reasonable suggestion. Nodded.

“Alright then. You go get comfortable. I’ll grab the Earl Grey. And we’ll sit and get you all warmed up together, hm?”

His partner hummed his approval, tilting his head back expectantly. Erik rolled his eyes, but felt a bloom of affection in his chest.

“So demanding,” he deadpanned before leaning down and kissing him again. And again. On the third pass, Charles attempted to deepen the kiss, which Erik allowed. For a moment at least, before pulling back, ignoring the other man’s quiet whine at the loss. “You’re a menace, my love. Still a cold one, though. Go on.”

He pushed a pouting Charles in the direction of the living area, towards the ratty old couch that’s needed replacing for months but they could never seem to find the time. As for himself, he made his way to the kitchen. There was a box of tea in there with both of their names on it, after all.

#october drabbles #cherik #my stuff #my fic #writing is hard #moar fluff #lol #these boys love them some cuddles #and tea #lots of tea

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feverinfeveroutfic · 11 months ago

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”morphine”

I lingered back away from Alex and Greywolf as the latter led us over to the patch of woods on the other side of town: it was so strange having to walk so far from the Iverson estate over by the cemetery and so late at night as well, but I was only glad that there was a big bright full moon that night. A big bright full moon, one that beckoned the werewolves as well as the vampires out from the shadows. Alex lingered close to me as I held the basket on the hook of my elbow. Even though his body was already cold with the feeling of undeath inside of him, I could feel him shivering. It was as if the werewolf had cast a spell upon him, and more so as we made our way through the trees: in the corner of my eye, I noticed the graveyard, silent and still with the lack of the wind; the crawling tombstones seemed to glow in the moonlight against the dark grass and the low rise at the center of the yard.

Greywolf held the tree branches up for both me and him, and then we moved ahead into the forest. It reminded me of the bloodletting ceremony that the vampires had held for me, Abby, and Mark, where we watched them slaughter and dismember human targets as part of their feeding and putting their trust in us, except no golden fairies lit our way through the trail.

The light of the moon proved to be enough for us three, and I lingered even closer to Alex. The werewolf was right behind me, and I swore that if I let my guard down for even a second, he could possibly eat me, especially after knowing what they liked to do to humans.

Alex nudged the next branch out of the way for both me and him, and then Greywolf followed suit right behind us. We were in a rather remote side of town, almost into the hills and where all the rich people lived: before us stood four more werewolves, all of whom looked to be just beginning to transform with the arrival of the moonlight as it remained low over the horizon behind us.

“Ah, yes, our favorite vampire,” said the one closest to us, a heavier creature with slicked back black hair down towards his shoulders: he had claws that appeared to be jutting out from his fingertips just like with the vampires, albeit rather shorter and more curved with their wolverine nature.

“And he brought a girl with him!” Greywolf declared.

“This should be a party!” said another wolf.

“As you all know, we have three levels,” Greywolf announced with the raise of three fingers, and I noticed that he, too, began to fully transform into a wolf himself by the light of the moon. “We play our nice little game first before the five of us become one with the moon and then we have our progressive dance with the vampire and his human girlfriend.”

“I see they took our bait,” the one closest to us chuckled. It was so weird to hear them speak with German accents, and even weirder to hear them announce that they wanted to play with us for some reason. Alex put his arm around me as if to protect me from them, but I was more confused than terrified.

Greywolf then walked on over to something tucked back in the trees off to the right of us, and I turned to Alex, who glanced back at the pitch-black trees behind us. It was so dark that even I wondered as to how we could break out of there if we could do so.

The other four werewolves joined him in the shadows on the right, where I noticed a glimmer of golden light as if to light a fire.

They were about to do some kind of ritual, and then perhaps launch into something else, and something that made an otherwise bloodthirsty killer like Alex shake in his boots.

“We should go,” he advised me once we saw the five of them had their backs to us.

“Why?”

“We should go!”

Alex gripped onto my shoulders and guided me away from there, back through the trees and back where we came from even in the total darkness. I had to be careful not to lose the basket or have my head smacked on a low-hanging tree branch, but I could see the light of the moon at the end of the trees: this whole place served as a trap for the two of us, and I had a feeling that we were looking at something much deadlier than the vampires themselves or the demons that tried to kill us at the old Osegueda house.

I reached the field of moonlight first, and then he followed suit right behind me. Out of breath, he glanced behind us to the trees, and I knew that they could very readily find us there at the tree line.

“Werewolves in heat,” he whispered to me, out of breath. “Only thing more terrifying to us than the demons, because they torture and mutilate us all strictly for fun. And I’m actually more worried for you, too.”

“Why is that?”

He peered over his shoulder again.

“I’ll explain later,” he vowed.

“Well, what do you think we should do?”

He turned his attention to the cemetery behind me, and then he took me by the hand once again and led me over to the wrought iron gates.

“It’s dark enough over by the tombstones, so we can hide out and rest for a moment over here—” He nudged open the gates for us, and he led me past the bushes that lined the yard towards a large stone with a cross on top.

“Here—this’ll protect us,” he assured me as we bowed behind the tombstone and huddled together. My heart pounded in my ears as we pressed our backs against the tall cold stone, and a chill surged up my spine.

“I believe…” he began again, and he turned his attention to the face of the stone right over our heads. “Yes, it is.”

“Hm?”

“We’re sitting on the grave of the one human who tried to get the five of us killed,” he explained. “It’s a long story, but this guy tried to frame us and get us killed by the police. It was before we met you but it was that incident that made us invent the whole ritual of learning to trust you and your sister and any other human who might want to join us for the long run. We have to learn to trust where we came from again, especially when—” He reached up and tapped on the roots of his gray streak: we were met with that familiar clinking sound of the bullet still lodged in his head, the shot that killed him.

“Was he—?” I gestured to the tombstone behind us, to which he shook his head.

“No, I still have yet to find out who did this to me,” he confessed with a shake of his head. I peered over my shoulder again: those werewolves were going to be on the hunt, and thus, we had to be careful not to make a lot of noise. But then again, we were caught in a rouse of silence there in the cemetery. I set down the basket but I kept it close to us there on the soil upon the grave. Alex stretched out his legs before him, and I knew that we could hide out there for a while.

“Well, it’s dark so let’s stay by the tombstone here and indulge in all of this here,” he told me, and then he handed me a pomegranate as if he was offering me a piece of his soul. I licked my lips and took his offer. There was just something about having a picnic in the middle of the night on the grave of a fallen enemy that woke something in me. I tucked my thumbs into the head of the root and peeled the pomegranate apart to reveal those glossy seeds embedded in that creamy white pulp.

“So, um… what were you going to tell me about them?” I started.

“Because I’m a vampire, I have to be really careful around them,” he told me as he indulged in a fig. “We’re considered second class citizens in comparison to the wolves.”

I gaped at him.

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly serious,” he replied, complete with a somber nod of his head. “If I get under one of them, I have welts on the backs of my thighs for weeks on end and have to live with the humiliation. They revel in humiliation because they’re the head honchos—well, they think they are, anyways.”

I grimaced and wrinkled my nose at that sound of that, and he nodded again.

“And then there’s you,” he added in a lower tone of voice.

“Me?”

“You’re not just a live human but you’re a woman, too. Werewolves always want a piece of the human girls.”

I swallowed, even though I held a few of the seeds in hand. “Why is that?”

“There’s a reason we like the sensual pleasures of life,” he began again. “They do, too, but they’re more into like… knotting into you and making you one of them. They would rather make you into a werewolf than please you like what we like to do.”

“Make me into a werewolf, not get me pregnant?”

“That’s not possible,” he assured me with a shake of his head. “Why do you think you and I have been four inches deep with each other a bunch of times before and neither you nor I haven’t been worrying about that sort of thing?”

“You always pull out before you get off, too,” I teased him, and I couldn’t resist the grin on my face. He smiled and bowed his head to hide his face at that. I popped a pomegranate seed into my mouth and brought my head closer to him.

“There’s wine in that basket, right?” I whispered to him.

“Yeah.” He reached into the basket and revealed the bottle of wine at the back, to which he read the label. He then showed it to me, and it took me a second to realize it was in Hebrew. He then returned his attention to the basket itself with a pensive look on his face, and then, by the light of the moon, I saw it light up.

“The Seven Species of Israel,” he told me, and then he raised his hands up as if we had been stopped by the police. “We have the Seven Species of Israel here next to us. That’s all I know, too. I don’t even read Hebrew.”

“But I like how you know that, though,” I said, and I once again couldn’t stop the smile from creeping across my face. He reached into the back of the basket again, that time for a pair of wine glasses for us. He peered past me again, that time to ensure that we were still alone, and then he held onto the cork and yanked it right out of the mouth of the bottle. He took a whiff of the wine with his eyes closed.

“L’chaim,” he muttered, and he poured each of us a glass of wine: even in the darkness, I could tell that the wine was a rich red. I took a whiff for myself, and then he raised the glass towards me. “L’chaim.”

“L’chaim,” I echoed him, even though I didn’t know a word of Yiddish myself. Careful not to make a lot of noise still, we ever so lightly tapped the edges of the glasses together before we took a sip in unison. I was met with a full swipe of flavor courtesy of the vineyards somewhere in the very heart and soul of Israel.

“Phew,” he breathed.

“Yeah, that’ll put some hair on your chest,” I said, to which he glanced down and opened the first two buttons of his shirt for me. With the dim light from the neighboring tombstones around us, I could see his smooth skin, lightly pale from the caress of death but still with that olive undertone: he showed off those little sprigs of dark hair upon the crown of his chest, to which I licked my lips at the sight of him.

“You can touch me if you want,” he assured me in that low tone of voice, the husky tone that told me he was in a mood for trouble.

“May as well have a few touches here and there given we’re on the run from some wolves,” I quipped, and he took another sip of wine.

“Do you think we could have another moment together before they potentially find us?” he asked me.

“I hope,” I confessed with a shrug and another sip of Jerusalem. “They took us particularly far from the estate. I don’t even know where we are.”

I leaned in for a kiss on his full lips, which tasted of those grapes as well as the sweet life of blood. With my free hand, I touched his chest, especially those small plumes of hair around his sternum. I held back for a look into those deep eyes, and he picked up the pomegranate from my lap.

“Shall I feed you?” he offered me.

“Please.” He picked a seed off the pulp, and I opened my lips for him, to which he stuck the seed upon my tongue. We locked eyes as I took it down, followed by another one, and a third; that made seven seeds for me from the pulp. We sipped on the wine until the glasses were empty, and then he set the pomegranate halves back down into the basket and put his arms around me. His fingers made their way up my back to the hooks of my bra.

“Do not make a sound, my love,” he whispered into my lips.

As he unhooked me, I reached down his pants to get him going. The fact we were on a grave site, the fact we were outside, the fact we were possibly on the run from some werewolves, and I found myself engulfed and entranced by the rush of it all. My fingers on his icy skin, his long spindly fingers up my back and down onto my breasts as he set them free, and I found myself having to breathe harder almost right away. He kissed my neck all the way down to my collar bones while I managed to slither my index finger into the hole at the end of his head. We were both still in our clothes, but he nudged me back towards the stone so he was on top of me.

They were all about pleasing us, pleasing me, as his icy fingers stroked around the rims of my nipples in unison. He was so cold that I could hardly stand it. I tried to not make any noise but I had no other choice.

He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue down my throat, and I knew it was to keep the noise down. I started to buck and weave underneath his beautiful body, and it was right then I could feel him coming onto my finger. I ran my finger around the rim of the hole, and he gasped from the feeling. I gasped as well, and I tried my best not to shriek out from the feeling of euphoria as well as the sharp and intense cold of his body.

His tongue slithered back into my mouth, and that time I moaned right into his throat. We were the only ones who heard it but I knew it sounded so strange given it was coming from behind a tombstone. As a result, I couldn’t help but laugh. We were having some fun in a cemetery.

I groped at him with nothing more than my index finger in the hole and my thumb on the front of his shaft, and I could feel him writhing as well.

He then sat up and rested upon my hips. He was on top of me. He had tugged back his pants as well.

I held onto the base of the stone right over my head as he ground down upon me. Through the dim light of the reflection of the moon on the neighboring stones, we locked eyes, and more so as he bore down even harder upon me. The cold of his flesh left me feeling a little numb on the lips, but nothing could deny the feeling that was welling up within me. He then used two fingers to touch my clit, which was more than I could ever ask for.

I opened my mouth but no sound came out. He touched me again, and that time I was going to come for real.

I gasped before he quickly encapsulated my mouth again to keep the noise down. Tendrils of his long black hair dangled down on either side of my face, as if he was protecting me.

He touched me again with those icy fingers, and that time I moaned inside of his mouth again. Though the cold of his skin had numbed my lips a bit, I could feel him lift up to bring me to some kind of edge. He then lifted his mouth from mine and gazed into my eyes, out of breath. My nipples were fully pointed and my chest heaved, but I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Good stuff,” he sputtered out, and he snickered as well.

“Oh, man—we should do this again,” I whispered to him, and then he raised his attention to the fence that lined the cemetery.

“We should take our picnic back to the estate,” he advised me.

“Yeah, we should,” I replied, and he helped me up. Once we had roughly buttoned ourselves back up, I scooped up the basket and we ducked away from the tombstone towards the gates again. I had no idea where we were going but I could only assume we were headed in the right direction back home.

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