#on one hand. he *can* still feel his inner flame in wolf form. but he didn't think...

[discordiansamba]

Headcanons for the traditional werewolf Zuko AU?

as you wish!

truth be told, during that first full moon, iroh was absolutely terrified that he'd lose zuko to the curse. he was prepared for the worst... and then the worst doesn't happen. zuko is... fine? he's grateful, but he also feels like this is a cause for concern in and of itself.

whenever possible, they try to dock the ship before the full moon. no one wants to deal with a cranky giant wolf who is confined entirely to the deck of his ship.

when I say wolf!zuko is giant, I mean it. he comes up to iroh's chin while standing up. big ass wolf. aang has to restrain the urge to ask his firebending teacher if he can ride him. it probably would not go over well.

the fire lord is nowhere to be found within the caldera on the night of the full moon. no one knows why. few in the fire nation have heard of werewolves, so they don't link the missing fire lord to the reports of a wolf sometimes seen in the vicinity of the caldera.

iroh does not expect his nephew to still be capable of firebending when he's transformed. zuko does not expect this either. it takes everyone by surprise the first time he breathes fire that in that form. what the fuck prince zuko.

[alygatorwrites]

the veterans giving oral (18+)

warnings: explicit content, cunnilingus, nsfw visual links (optional), edging, squirting, overstimulation, female-bodied reader

pairings: erwin x reader, levi x reader, hange x reader, mike x reader

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erwin: oral with this man is three words: sultry, tantalizing, and vulgar. honestly, erwin likes many positions, although he has a definite favorite. he loves the feeling of your body against his as he lifts you up onto his desk and lays you down upon the wood, sending paperwork flying through the air. erwin's muscular hands toss your legs over his sturdy shoulders - and fuck - those arctic blue eyes of his focus right onto your cunt, taking in the way you're dripping, its slick sliding down your inner thighs. erwin wastes no time in suctioning onto your swollen clit, a cool expression on his face as licks concentric circles against it. he lifts up the hood to get a better angle, and jesus, it has you trembling. every calculated movement of erwin's mouth and the flex of his jaw makes you rut against him. those calloused fingers press into the pliant flesh of your pelvis all the while, and you scream when his tongue begins to ram in and out of your pussy. the slight prickle of his tastebuds brush against that spongy part of your g-spot, ripping curses from your throat and summoning shocks of pure bliss. it's so loud: the sticky sounds of erwin swallowing your juices and sucking on your vulva always bounces off the walls. he doesn't give a damn though; who cares if his soldiers hear your sloppy wet cunt. when you finally cum right on erwin's mouth, he helps you through your high, buffing his lips along your slit. it spreads your glossy cream all over his nose, and wow, it turns him on so fucking much. if you call him commander the entire time, you better get ready for multiple rounds!!

favorite position (nsfw link): this

levi: HOLY SHIT. levi is an ackerman, and the way he skillfully eats you out reflects this. he likes having your legs completely spread as far as possible so he can get a good view, the grey flecks of his eyes burning with a severity so strong that it has your pussy throbbing. "you're fucking filthy," levi sneers, his blunt fingernails digging into your pubic bone and drawing purple bruises to the surface. he won't do anything until you beg, and once you begin grinding against nothing from arousal, he smashes his lips violently against your open cunt. the black strands of levi's hair falls across his forehead while slurping you up, mercilessly tickling your folds. rule number one: don't ever try to touch yourself as this man devours you. if you reach down to tease your clit while levi's tongue slips in and out of your hole, he'll immediately stop. when you cry out for him to keep going - voice breaking and chest heaving - the corners of his lips drop into a malicious scowl. this is your fucking punishment: levi will refuse to touch you again until you have tears in your eyes from how hard your sex is thrumming. "the lesson you need to learn right now can only be taught by discipline," he scoffs, the words coarse and spiteful. eventually, levi edges you until you're drooling - and when he nips at your labia and flicks his tongue straight into your messy cunt, you squirt all over him. he doesn't like to get dirty, but as long as you're satisfied, he can make an exception. your moans are secretly hot as hell, anyway. don't cross levi again, or else you'll have to prepare yourself to be destroyed by the end of the night.

favorite position (nsfw link): this

hange: energetic and full of spirit, expect hange to consume you raw. their hair is tied up in an unkempt ponytail as they have you in a favorite position; you're stretched along hange's body, calves tossed on their shoulders, and showed off like a display window. hange ADORES playing with your breasts and stroking your torso, making goosebumps blossom along the expanse of your skin. the way hange pushes their glasses up into their hairline and stares at you with those honey-brown eyes - smiling with lustful enthusiasm - makes your breath hitch. you know what's coming: hange is lewd as fuck and has no hesitation when it comes to pleasing you. they wolf down the slippery folds of your pussy, quickly moving their head side to side to rub their lips along your clit. it stimulates your vulva perfectly. pleas tumble from your open mouth every time, and you struggle to keep your sanity as the walls of your cunt contract. hange teases you terribly; much like levi, they love edging you until you can almost orgasm untouched. no mercy whatsoever. once you eventually cum, hange pulls away to observe you, chin shiny and glasses fogged. "good girl," they always whisper, their grin lively before diving right back in.

favorite position (nsfw link): this

mike: this man will treat you right. mike will order you to lay sideways, your legs to be slightly bent at the knees. he grabs a handful of your ass with a brawny hand and massages the flesh, taking a deep whiff of your syrupy pussy - it's fucking pornographic and indecent. "you smell so good," mike mutters, swooping in to lick a broad strip up your middle. his senses have always been remarkable, and he uses them to his advantage. he listens to every single signal you give him: your whines, your twitches, your gasps. with each puff of breath, mike switches his technique to drive you closer to the edge. he enjoys the way you jolt when he slips a nimble finger inside your wet cunt, pinching your folds together and licking your clit up and down. with the flames of desire lapping at your lower abdomen - and the feeling of mike's beard rubbing your perineum - you can't help but cum. mike keeps you pressed against his tongue the entire time, holding you still even after you're finished. think it's over? nope. he attacks your sex again and again and again. overstimulation is a kink of his, you see. get ready for a wild ride that'll have your knees buckling!!

favorite position (nsfw link): this

[bamf-jaskier]

Who the Fuck is Eskel?

If you have ever gone on The Witcher tag on Tumblr, I’m sure you’ve seen dozens of blogs dedicated to this guy named Eskel and for people who have just seen the show you might be wondering - who the fuck is this guy? 

Hi, I’m Aaliyah, and this is Part 5 of my WTF Series - a crash course in subjects from The Witcher Books. 

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Let’s jump in by talking about what books Eskel is in. He’s only mentioned in one line in The Last Wish, The Tower of Swallows and The Time of Contempt. He has a flashback scene in Lady of the Lake and the only book where he plays a heavy role in is Blood of Elves. 

For all you Eskel Stans out there, this is good news, because it looks like S2 of the show is going to be taking some cues from Blood of Elves and we do know Eskel is going to be appearing so these scenes might be showing up in some form or another in the show. 

We first meet Eskel in Blood of Elves when Geralt is first bringing Ciri to the keep:

“Who comes?” Ciri heard a menacing, metallic voice which sounded like a dog’s bark. “Geralt?”

“Yes, Eskel. It’s me.”

“Come in.”

The witcher dismounted, took Ciri from the saddle, stood her on the ground and pressed a bundle into her little hands which she grabbed tightly, only regretting that it was too small for her to hide behind completely.

“Wait here with Eskel,” he said. “I’ll take Roach to the stables.”

“Come into the light, laddie,” growled the man called Eskel. “Don’t lurk in the dark.”

Ciri looked up into his face and barely restrained her frightened scream. He wasn’t human. Although he stood on two legs, although he smelled of sweat and smoke, although he wore ordinary human clothes, he was not human. No human can have a face like that, she thought.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” repeated Eskel.

She didn’t move. In the darkness she heard the clatter of Roach’s horseshoes grow fainter. Something soft and squeaking ran over her foot. She jumped. “Don’t loiter in the dark, or the rats will eat your boots.”

Still clinging to her bundle Ciri moved briskly towards the light. The rats bolted out from beneath her feet with a squeak. Eskel leaned over, took the package from her and pulled back her hood.

“A plague on it,” he muttered. “A girl. That’s all we need.”

She glanced at him, frightened. Eskel was smiling. She saw that he was human after all, that he had an entirely human face, deformed by a long, ugly, semi-circular scar running from the corner of his mouth across the length of his cheek up to the ear.

“Since you’re here, welcome to Kaer Morhen,” he said. “What do they call you?”

“Ciri,” Geralt replied for her, silently emerging from the darkness. Eskel turned around. Suddenly, quickly, wordlessly, the witchers fell into each other’s arms and wound their shoulders around each other tight and hard. For one brief moment.

“Wolf, you’re alive.”

“I am.”

“All right.” Eskel took a torch from its bracket. “Come on. I’m closing the inner gates to stop the heat escaping.”

Couple things here. First, for all the game fans out there, Eskel’s scar in the books is VERY different. It’s not the lightening-like claw marks that go over his eye but instead it goes from the corner of his mouth to his ear. This is interesting because it really parallels in my mind Ciri’s scar she gets later on that extends from under her eye to her ear. 

Also, the little reunion between Geralt and Eskel, so sweet. The line about Eskel in Last Wish establishes that they were close friends so here is the snippet just to give more backstory to the two of them: 

“Once, years ago, when a little snot-faced brat following his studies in Kaer Morhen, the Witchers’ Settlement, he and a friend, Eskel, had captured a huge forest bumblebee and tied it to a jug with a thread. They were in fits of laughter watching the antics of the tied bumblebee, until Vesemir, their tutor, caught them at it and tanned their hides with a leather strap.”

Childhood friends and brothers is just so damn great. Actually, speaking of brothers, it is stated in Blood of Elves that Geralt and Eskel actually look very similar and are often mistaken for brothers such as in this scene from Triss’s POV. 

Eskel stood next to Geralt, resembling the Wolf like a brother apart from the colour of his hair and the long scar which disfigured his cheek. And the youngest of the Kaer Morhen witchers, Lambert, was there with his usual ugly, mocking expression. Vesemir was not there.

“Welcome and come in,” said Eskel. “It is as cold and blustery as if someone has hung themselves. Ciri, where are you off to? The invitation does not apply to you. The sun is still high, even if it is obscured. You can still train.”

“Hey.” The Enchantress tossed her hair. “Politeness comes cheap in Witchers’ Keep now, I see. Ciri was the first to greet me, and brought me to the castle. She ought to keep me company—”

This really interests me because Ciri is very young child when she meets Eskel and she is very terrified of him and intimidated. Which makes sense, she is very traumatized. But, when Triss meets Eskel she only makes a short note of his scar and focuses more on his resemblance to Geralt and commenting on the lack of politeness. It just goes to show how different characters perceive people differently. A child’s perspective of a warrior is not going to be the same as a Mage’s. 

“You didn’t even know.” She nodded in what was now a calm, concerned and gentle reproach. “You’re pathetic guardians. She’s ashamed to tell you because she was taught not to mention such complaints to men. And she’s ashamed of the weakness, the pain and the fact that she is less fit. Has any one of you thought about that? Taken any interest in it? Or tried to guess what might be the matter with her? Maybe her very first bleed happened here, in Kaer Morhen? And she cried to herself at night, unable to find any sympathy, consolation or even understanding from anyone? Has any one of you given it any thought whatsoever?”

“Stop it, Triss,” moaned Geralt quietly. “That’s enough. You’ve achieved what you wanted. And maybe even more.”

“The devil take it,” cursed Coën. “We’ve turned out to be right idiots, there’s no two ways about it, eh, Vesemir, and you—”

“Silence,” growled the old witcher. “Not a word.”

It was Eskel’s behaviour which was most unlikely; he got up, approached the enchantress, bent down low, took her hand and kissed it respectfully. She swiftly withdrew her hand. Not so as to demonstrate her anger and annoyance but to break the pleasant, piercing vibration triggered by the witcher’s touch. Eskel emanated powerfully. More powerfully than Geralt.

“Triss,” he said, rubbing the hideous scar on his cheek with embarrassment, “help us. We ask you. Help us, Triss.”

Now, if you can’t tell, Triss’ favorite is Eskel. This scene is also implies that Eskel is more magically powerful than Geralt which Is very interesting. But Triss is an Eskel stan, in fact a couple lines later Triss thinks to herself: 

Vesemir hawked again. But Eskel, dear Eskel, kept his head and once more behaved as was fitting.

“Of course,” he said casually, smiling. “We understand and clearly we will postpone your exercises until your indisposition has passed. We will also cut the theory short and, if you feel unwell, we will put it aside for the time being, too. If you need any medication or—”

Eskel definitely has the older sibling energy where he ends up in charge sometimes and knows how to keep a cool head. He’s also the most aware of societal norms of behavior which is why Triss likes his so much. She really respects people who know how to move in society. 

There’s also this scene in Blood of Elves where Eskel is drinking and offers Triss some:

“White Seagull.”

“What?”

“A mild remedy,” Eskel smiled, “for pleasant dreams.”

“Damn it! A witcher hallucinogenic? That’s why your eyes shine like that in the evenings!”

“White Seagull is very gentle. It’s Black Seagull that is hallucinogenic.”

“If there’s magic in this liquid I’m not allowed to take it!”

“Exclusively natural ingredients,” Geralt reassured her but he looked, she noticed, disconcerted. He was clearly afraid she would question them about the elixir’s ingredients. “And diluted with a great deal of water. We would not offer you anything that could harm you.”

I think it’s very funny how secret The Witcher keeps all their potions and elixirs. Whether it’s mushrooms or potions, they gotta keep those secret drugs locked down tight. Also the fact that Eskel is the fantasy equivalent of high every night? Love that for him.  

Eskel really is the peace-maker of the group. He’s not a push-over by any means but he is definitely more willing to play along that any of the others. When Triss is talking at night, Eskel is really the only one listening and engaging, even if it’s very half-hearted. 

In the evenings, consistently and determinedly, Triss guided the long conversations held in the dark hall, lit only by the bursts of flames in the great hearth, towards politics. The witchers’ reactions were always the same. Geralt, a hand on his forehead, did not say a word. 

Vesemir nodded, from time to time throwing in comments which amounted to little more than that “in his day” everything had been better, more logical, more honest and healthier. 

Eskel pretended to be polite, and neither smiled nor made eye contact, and even managed, very occasionally, to be interested in some issue or question of little importance. Coën yawned openly and looked at the ceiling, and Lambert did nothing to hide his disdain.

And he is really the only sort-of listener to Triss’ stories and retellings of events: 

This time it was Triss who began to yawn and stare at the ceiling. This time she was the one who remained silent – until Eskel turned to her with a question. A question which she had anticipated.

“And what is it really like in the south, on the Yaruga? Is it worth going there? We wouldn’t like to find ourselves in the middle of any trouble.”

“What do you mean by trouble?”

“Well, you know…” he stammered, “you keep telling us about the possibility of a new war… About constant fighting on the borders, about rebellions in the lands invaded by Nilfgaard. You said they’re saying the Nilfgaardians might cross the Yaruga again—”

“So what?” said Lambert. “They’ve been hitting, killing and striking against each other constantly for hundreds of years. It’s nothing to worry about. I’ve already decided – I’m going to the far South, to Sodden, Mahakam and Angren. It’s well known that monsters abound wherever armies have passed. The most money is always made in places like that.”

“True,” Coën acknowledged. “The neighbourhood grows deserted, only women who can’t fend for themselves remain in the villages… scores of children with no home or care, roaming around… Easy prey attracts monsters.”

“And the lord barons and village elders,” added Eskel, “have their heads full of the war and don’t have the time to defend their subjects. They have to hire us. It’s true. But from what Triss has been telling us all these evenings, it seems the conflict with Nilfgaard is more serious than that, not just some local little war. Is that right, Triss?”

Once more, Eskel is the peace-maker of the conversation and he brings it back around to what Triss originally said and also points to her expertise. Basically, Eskel is not really a fan of verbal conflict. 

This is actually the last line we see Eskel in a scene outside of the flashback in Lady of the Lake. After this, Triss, Geralt and Ciri head off. It is important to note that near the end of Blood of Elves Ciri says this about Yennefer:

The lady magician knew a surprising amount about a witcher’s sword and “dance.” She knew a great deal about the secrets of Kaer Morhen; there was no doubt she had visited the Keep. She knew Vesemir and Eskel. Although not Lambert and Coën.

Yennefer used to visit Kaer Morhen. Ciri guessed why – when they spoke of the Keep – the eyes of the enchantress grew warm, lost their angry gleam and their cold, indifferent, wise depth. If the words had befitted Yennefer’s person, Ciri would have called her dreamy, lost in memories.

So clearly Yennefer is also friendly with Eskel and knows him. I love the idea that Yennefer regularly visited Kaer Morhen before Ciri came into Geralt’s care and I would literally cry if they did a flashback sequence in S2 of Yennefer visiting Geralt in Kaer Morhen. 

The flashback sequence in Lady of the Lake with Eskel goes like this: 

The fire in the huge fireplace went out. A gust of wind from the mountains whistled through the crevices of the walls and screamed through the improperly closed shutters of Kaer Morhen, Home of the Witchers.

“Damn it!” Eskel said, standing up and going to the cupboard. “Seagull or vodka?”

“Vodka,” Geralt and Coen said with one voice.

“Sure,” interjected Vesemir, hidden in the shadows, “Yes, of course! Drown your stupidity in vodka. Damn fools!”

“It was an accident…” muttered Lambert. “She had already mastered the comb…”

“Shut your big mouth, you idiot! I don’t want to hear any more! I warned you, if something happened to that little girl…”

“Enough,” Coen interrupted him, softly. “She sleeps peacefully. Deep and healthy. She will wake up a bit sore, but that’s it. About the trance, and what happened, she will not even remember it.”

“As long as you remember,” said Vesemir, panting angrily. “Cabbage heads! Pour for me too, Eskel.”

They were silent for a long time, listening intently to the howling gale.

“We will need to call someone,” Eskel finally said. “We will need to bring a sorcerer here. What is happening to the girl, it is not normal.”

Eskel is one of The Witcher who really pushes to call Triss in order to help with Ciri’s trances. Also, once again this guy is hitting the drinks. 

So yeah! That’s Eskel in the books. Based on how in the non-canon wedding short Asaps wrote where he ended up having Triss and Eskel get together, I think his hints of them having a connection in the books is very intentional and if The Witcher wasn’t such a god damn tragedy and Triss wasn’t mooning over Geralt, I’m willing to bet they would have gotten together at some point. 

Eskel is the peace-maker of the family and is the best at recognizing the norms of “polite society” (or at least noble society) and while Ciri might have been scared of his appearance, it isn’t enough to phase Triss who is considered rather vain. In fact, she seems to respect Eskel the most out of the Witchers. Just imagine a dark-haired, scarred Geralt and BOOM, you got yourself an Eskel. 

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@namjooniewifeu99: Thank you , i would like a Jacob x reader where he like you head over heels with Bella but he imprints on the reader and he tries to deny his imprint , or something in those works can it be angst with a fluff ending

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Title: You’re Not Good With Weird and I’m Not Good With Fate (Jacob Black x Reader)

Summary: Being best friend’s with a teenage shapeshifter hasn’t been the easiest thing for y/n to have adjusted to, but they have adjusted far better than the pack originally thought they would. Yet when Jacob starts to avoid y/n, the answer they receive is certainly not the one that they were expecting.

Word Count: 4,372

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Jacob being a dick, imprinting, billy interrupting y’all, let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed.

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The news of your best friend being a shape shifting werewolf had left you almost gasping for air on the spot, like a fish having been plucked viciously from water. Anxiety pulsed and rippled through your entire being as the animal before you (which had replaced your Jacob) stared into your bewildered wide eyes with his own bulbous orbs. Your heart was palpating so wildly in your chest that you swore that any minute now it would leap from your rib cage and out onto the dull grass of Billy Black’s lawn. There was an intense feeling of nausea that swirled in your stomach, desperately climbing up your throat which made you feel lightheaded.

“Y/n?” Sam inquired softly, hands raised gently above the sides of his head as though he were surrendering to you. “It’s alright. No one’s going to hurt you.” His voice was soothing, crumbling deeply like the flickers of a log fire turning darker as it’s flames died down to charcoal embers.

“Sam, she looks like she’s gonna puke. You think she’s gonna puke? I hope she doesn’t. I’ve got a weak stomach.” Jared complained distastefully, lips turned down at the corners in a deep frown. “I think I’m gonna throw up now.” He continued, hand on his stomach and brows furrowed.

“Will you shut up, Jared? Nobody cares! Y/n literally looks like she’s about to turn on her heels and start running for the hills.” Paul quipped irately, shaking on the spot.

“Both of you, shut up! That’s an order.” Sam barked over his shoulder at his fellow brothers, voice booming, alarming you out of your shocked state.

“What the hell?” You murmured with furrowed brows, swallowing thickly once again as another wave of anxiety washed over you. “Jacob? Y-you just turned into a dog... a very, very large dog! This is insane.” Your eyes scrunched up as though shutting them as tightly as possible would make this entire scene vanish in a puff of wispy grey smoke. Yet when you opened them once more, the wolf was still in his place, staring at you with pleading orbs. 

The entire world that you had grown up knowing came crumbling down at your feet, leaving displeasing confusion in it’s wake. And unfortunately, that was the late time you’d seen Jacob Black.

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Ominous charcoal clouds packed themselves over the small town of Forks, not a strange occurrence on a Saturday afternoon. Your head was still numb, lacking the ability to focus on even the most simple of tasks. However, here you were, damp hair clinging to the sides of your face as you sat in the drivers seat of your car, wedging your key into the ignition, twisting it and as if by magic your car rumbled to life. The heating blasted through the vents at a whirring pace, but comforting against your cold wet skin. It had been a week since the fiasco in his fathers back yard, and another two weeks since you had gone to visit him to apologize for not taking the news of his newfound abilities lightly, explaining that you had needed some time to get your head around the whole ordeal. You weren’t exactly great with weird.

“Hey,” you hummed shyly after having tenderly pattered up the steps of Emily’s front porch, your presence instantaneously noted by the pack of boys and one girl. You had been met with wolfish grins and a massive dose of teasing that you had definitely not missed. Jacob’s brothers and sister welcomed you back with open arms, relieved now that his depressing inner monologue would silence itself out, replacing itself with it’s usually sunny spell.

Jacob on the other hand had appeared intensely bitter, his hulking back still turned to you, indicating that his feelings were hurt. But you knew that a little bit of TLC and a civilized chat would get his walls to come down. “Can we talk?” You’d inquired sheepishly whilst having stuffed your hands into your back pockets - a nervous habit -.

“What’s there to talk about?” Poison seeped from his mouth. ‘Ouch! He’s definitely still mad.’ you had contemplated this time and time again, but it still didn’t dissipate the intense sting his tone of voice created in your heart.

Paul and Jared murmured something, eyes plastered on the pair of you as Embry had placed a bet with Jared over who would win. Leah promptly swatted the back of their heads at such a lightening pace you’d believed you’d dreamed it up if it wasn’t for the trio having clutched the rear of their skulls.

“You know that’s not true, Jake. We can dish it out for everyone to see right here, right now or we could go and talk somewhere privately.” You’d sounded more miffed than you’d thought you’d been originally. Confrontation, particularly in front of others always made you feel on edge and Jacob knew that.

“Wouldn’t you-” Jacob had spun around on his toes, deep eyes lit on fire with a flame that truly could have scorched you, though as soon as the look of indigence had clouded his complexion, it had vanished as though he’d suddenly choked on his words. He stared at you like he’d just seen the sun for the first time, which made you feel a little uncomfortable.

“Wouldn’t I what, Jacob?” You quipped perplexingly, arms folded neatly over your chest, brows raised in question. But he never answered, just gaped at you with that same love-struck complexion. Everything seemed to slow down between the pair of you, as though the gawping eyes staring at you both didn’t even exist.

A clearing of several throats had pulled the pair of you out of your dazes. The others boys were grinning something awfully mischievous at you both, which only spurred on your bewilderment. “Will you two love birds just get a room already?” Jared tipped his head back in exhaustion.

“No, you don’t have to worry about that because I’m leaving.” Jacob spat that same venom from before. And before you were even aware of it, Jacob had pushed past you and was down at the end of Emily’s garden that lead into the thick shrubbery beyond. And the teenage boy was gone.

A low whistle sounded from behind you and embarrassment radiated from your entire existence. ‘Maybe this had just all been a mistake.’ You kept telling yourself.

In the early days of this turn of events, you hadn’t been the least bit surprised when you had phoned him and he hung up when he heard your voice. Although Jacob was sweet and happy most times, obviously this physical change had left him in some form of anger-induced turmoil, which had only amplified when you had rejected him initially. But now enough was enough. Two weeks was long enough for him to mope about like a petty child. You were through with this.

The drive to La Push was a route that you swore to your friends that you could accomplish safely even blindfolded and the winding roads slick with black ice. You had been there and come back so frequently over the course of three years that it now felt like a second home to you. The pack had welcomed you with their taunting remarks and surprisingly you have become one of them, - despite the fact that you were only a frail human being -.

Determination sunk into your bones the longer that you drove, your previous numbness and apprehension having dissipated. Before long you were pulled up along the side of the road just in front of Jacob’s home; and with how dark it had been all day, you could scarcely tell what time it actually was. Yet nevertheless, you practically heaved yourself out of your car and into the pouring rain. Billy had already seen you pull up from the rickety window of his living room and whilst you neared towards the door, he opened it, allowing a yellow wash of artificial light to cascade in the deepness of early evening. “He’s not here, y/n.” the statement was cold, accompanied by an even more acerbic facial expression on his countenance. This made you feel unwelcome, causing you to wonder what in the world Jacob had told his father to make him use that kind of tone with you. Billy had always been quite chirpy and carefree around you in the past.

“Yeah, I don’t by that, old man.” Your brows furrowed as you muttered the words at him with equal matching coldness. “That’s what you said on the phone yesterday evening when I heard Jake call after you in the background.” You grumbled sarcastically, pushing past Billy. You trailed with you an ocean-full of water into the tiny home, which Billy also did not seem surprised about. In fact, now that you were indoors, you could tell that he appeared as though he had expected you to show up sooner or later.

“Well, haven’t you got me sussed out then.” Sarcasm mixed with a simper. Two traits that obviously Jacob had inherited from his father. But that didn’t stop you from storming through the little house and bursting through Jacob’s bedroom door to find that his closet of a bedroom was uninhabited. You had barely even noticed the squeaking wheels of Billy’s wheelchair. “Just like I said, y/n. He’s not here. But from the looks of your face, I’m bagging on the idea that you won’t be leaving any time soon.” he added wryly, ancient black eyes staring up into your own. “At least do me the favor of taking you jacket and shoes off.”

As if on cue, the back door of the Black’s residence opened, revealing Jacob Black’s towering frame which squeezed in through the small opening. Had Jacob grown in the past two weeks you hadn’t seen him? The boy was blissfully unaware of your presence until he looked up to find yourself and his father frozen on the spot. A flash of surprise dawned across his countenance as he took in your disheveled and wet appearance. The puddle of water at your feet made him snort, he knew he’d be the one cleaning that up once you left. “Hey Jake!” Billy grinned widely at his son. “Y/n just dropped by.” He stated it so obviously and nonchalantly it almost made you cringe. You had to hand it to the old man though, he really could make anything awkward sound causal.

Yet this only appeared to spur on Jacob’s rotten attitude.

"Yeah, I can see that.” He muttered bitterly, his great stature weaving around you and towards his room as though you just some obstacle in his path. A nuisance. Again, no matter how many times he used that same tone on you, it always seemed to sting just as bad as the first time. Yet now there seemed to be a dull ache in your heart, as though it were shattering into a billion pieces. Through the dull ache lit a searing fire of irritation and bitterness, creating a sour taste on your tongue and a distasteful whirlwind of anger flooded your system so intensely that your eyes began to water.

“What the hell is your problem?!” You snapped, following after Jacob. Your arm reached out and attempted to wrap around his bicep, but he only continued forward as though he did not notice your touch.

“Y/n...” Billy warned from behind you both but you paid little mind to his warning.

“Do you think I deserve all of this, Jake? How was I supposed to take the news of you turning into a giant freaking werewolf? I’m not Bella!” You hissed through tightly gritted teeth, your fists tightly balled indignantly at your sides, fingernails almost piercing the delicate skin of your palms, which gave you a sensation to ground yourself on.

A scoff emitted itself from Jacob’s mouth and you could practically hear his eyes rolling in his skull. “Yeah, well at least Bella didn’t avoid me for a whole week like a damn baby.”

“Yeah, you’re right Jake! You doubled that yourself.” If he wanted to play this childish game of hurtful words, you were game to jump right in, regardless of whether or not he would turn into a werewolf in front of you. With the way that your anger continued to fester in your veins, you genuinely felt like you could take him on at this point.

"You know that was different, y/n. I was trying to protect her.”

“Yeah, protecting her. What a load of crap! You’re the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever met in my damn life.” Your voice reached a volume it had never reached prior to this point and it almost scared you out of your menacing stupor.

“Hypocrisy,” the word left his mouth acerbically as his larger frame began to shake undoubtedly and his breathing altered itself to a quicker pace. “You know, I don’t get why you’re so mad at me for avoiding you. Do you not like the taste of your own medicine?”

“Taste of my own medicine?!” You practically shouted. “Again, how was I meant to take the news that you turn into a giant wolf, Jake? I’m not like Bella, I don’t do weird!”

“Then maybe you should leave.” He spat over his shoulder at you. The look in his eyes seemed to show more animal than human as he trembled violently on the spot.

“Leave? Jake, why’re you pushing me away like this? I get it, okay. I was an ass for avoiding you but I needed some time and space to get my head around the fact that you and your friends shape shift!”

Silence rung from him, he shut his orbs tightly, attempting to steady the rage bubbling within him through deep breaths. “You should really leave, y/n.”

“No! No, I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me for the past two weeks, Jake. This has more to do with me having taken your shift badly. What happened at Emily’s when I tried to talk to you... when you turned to look at me, it was like you’d seen the sun for the first time in your life. Like-”

“Like what?”

“Like you actually gave a damn about me! And now- now you’re just being an ass. You’re running away from me and I think it’s got something to do with that time at Emily’s.”

Once more, silence hovered over the pair of you, which only indicated to yourself that you had hit the hammer on the nail with doubtless precision.

"Why don’t you just tell me what’s really going on?” You practically pleaded, fingers winding their way around his big wrist. His skin was burning hot, but you refused to let go.

“You wouldn’t understand, y/n. You don’t do weird, remember?”

“Why? Because I’m human? Let me try to do weird for once! I’m learning to...” You hummed under your breath, voice catching in your throat. This felt helpless to you. “Jacob, I don’t want to run away from this any more. I’ve come to terms with what you are and I’m staying, regardless of what you assume I think and feel about you.” It was tender the way that you spoke, an ardent edge that breathed forgiveness from him. You really did want things to work out between the pair of you. All of this arguing and avoiding made your heart ache for your Jacob.

"It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s because I literally hate the fact that I love you so much and you’ll never love me that way back.” There was so much defeat weighing on him that his head and shoulders slumped forward. He still hadn’t dared to face you, though the tremors running up and down his limbs had halted to a soft and slow vibration. He was cooling off. Finally.

In all honesty, this had definitely not been what you were expecting to come flying out of Jacob’s mouth. It left you silent and dumbfounded, mouth dry and agape. “Y-you l-love m-me?” You stammered breathless, fingers tightening around his russet wrist.

“See? This is exactly the reaction I was expecting!” His defenses came clamoring up in order to keep you out. It was exhausting trying to swim against the torrential waves.

"No, Jake, shut up for once! What do you mean that you love me?”

“Just forget I said anything...”

“No!” You tugged on his wrist harder, alerting him finally that you were touching him. He turned to face you, large deep eyes staring into yours with a pained expression. Being this horrible to you, pushing you away was also causing internally emotional damage to him also. “I’m not gonna forget what you said. Jake, you owe me an explanation. I don’t know what happened in the space of these past two weeks you’ve been avoiding me, but being away from you has been painful. It’s like I’ve been drowning without you. The whole time all I kept thinking is that I’d done everything wrong.” You hadn’t even realized there were tears in your eyes until they spilled over and down your cheeks. You batted them away impatiently with your free hand, anger now directed at yourself. “I’m so sorry for- for not having taken your shift well and for freaking out the way that I did. I’m just not good with surprises. But I just wanted you to know that I’ve never stopped loving you and I never will. I’ve always loved you, Jake.”

Awe struck itself across Jacob’s face as he stared at you whilst you cried in front of him. His head cocked to the side momentarily as he blinked a few times. He certainly hadn’t expected that! What did you mean you loved him? How could anyone love him when even he hated the fact that he turned into a werewolf? This didn’t make any sense to him, but it did fit together nicely with what all the other members of his pack had told him.

You were his imprint and these entire two weeks he had been avoiding something he simply could not avoid. Man, he suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of guilt bombard his heart and stomach, leaving him nauseous and unsettled. He’d really put you through the ringer for the past fortnight when really all you had done is react like any sane human would have. He even knew that he’d have reacted as you had. Even when he had shifted for the first time, mixed with all the pain and terror was the thought that he was truly going insane, so in the end, the boy couldn’t blame you for not handling things as well as Bella Swan had. Bella had been immersed in the world of the supernatural far longer than even he himself had. She’d always been odd like that, a danger magnet. The way you had reacted was simply rational, a logical factor of your fight or flight mechanism having kicked in.

The large calloused pads of his thumbs dotted and then pressed softly under your eyes, swiping away your tears with the delicate movement of a feather. “I don’t know what to say...” He stated just above a whisper before he sat on top of his small bed, his chocolate orbs now staring up into yours. Naturally he pulled you into his lap, his embrace hot as you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, the heat of his russet skin drying your tears instantly. “Don’t cry. Please? I hate it when you cry.” He pleaded into your shoulder, hands finding their way underneath your raincoat. He made quick work of rubbing your back soothingly, an action that he knew helped to calm you.

“I’m just not good with the idea of fate and soulmate stuff, y/n.” He hummed sincerely against the fabric of your jacket as he brought you much closer to him. The feeling felt warming, as though you were finally back home. It caused your heart to skip a beat and a sob to rake through you. This felt natural, as though it all made sense to you now.

Since no answer fell from your lips he continued, “I know this is gonna make me sound nuts but- oh hell!” He sounded conflicted as he pulled back from you, his nimble fingers finding their way underneath your chin and tenderly pushing your face up so you could see his reddened face. “Every wolf has what you call a soulmate somewhere out there in the world, but it’s not exactly guaranteed that we’ll meet them. Cheesy I know.” Jacob half smiled at you whilst your brows furrowed in confusion. “From what Sam and Hared have explained to me, it’s called imprinting. When we imprint on someone, it’s like- like you said earlier, we’ve seen the sun for the first time. That person we imprint on becomes our whole world and reason for existing. We have this unbreakable bond with said person. It’s impossible for either the imprint or the imprintee to reject one another. In fact, it’s actually quite painful.” He sighed out, eyes suddenly having dropped their gaze from yours.

“What does that mean?” You inquired softly.

Jacob grinned halfheartedly before he looked into your eyes again. “It means, y/n,” his face leaned closer to you, only milometers away. It left your head swimming with excitement. “that we’re soulmates.”

"Me? I’m your soulmate?” You gawked at him, your pointer finger pointing at your heart. Jacob’s chest rumbled with laughter, your confusion making you appear cute.

“Yeah. And it’s a new thing for me too. I’ve never really believed in fate, hence why I’ve been avoiding you for two weeks. I just hate not being in control of myself. I mean, I never meant to hurt you, you have to know that. You do, don’t you?” He inquired candidly, eyes meeting yours once more and you nodded softly. “Good, because if you didn’t I’d have to kick myself again.”

“You’re mad that I’m your soulmate?”

“Imprint. You’re my imprint, y/n.” Jacob grinned widely as though the sun was gleaming in his bedroom once more. “And yeah, to be truthful, I was. But that’s only because I didn’t want to face it.”

“And now? Do you not want me to be your imprint?”

“Of course I do! I was just being petty. You’re not good with weird, and I’m not good with fate.” To that he rubbed his neck sheepishly, causing you to grin widely and giggle.

“You know, for a six foot seven inch teenage boy who’s built like a tnak, you really have a fragile ego.” This made Jacob tip his head back and laugh in even more abundance.

“Alright, I’ll take that one. I do kinda deserve it.”

“I mean, you really were an ass.”

“Yeah, and so were you.”

“Touche.”

A comfortable silence enveloped you both as you silently grinned down at your fiddling fingers. This whole experience left your mind fuzzy and your belly full of fluttering butterflies. “So does this mean we’re okay not? No more avoiding each other like we’ve got the Black Plague?”

“Yeah, we’re good. No plague included.” He stated with a breathy chuckle, his forehead leaning against yours. His hands trailed down to your hips, thumbs brushing underneath the hem of your shirt in a reassuring gesture.

“Good.” You sighed in relief, smiling like you’d suddenly won the lottery. That’s when you finally took note of how alarmingly hot he was. “Jake?” Concern laced your tone.

“Yeah, y/n?”

“Is it normal for you to feel like you’re on fire all the time?”

“Yeah, that’s unfortunately a wolf thing.”

“Well, that’s certainly gonna come in handy during the winter if I do say so myself.”

Again, as though he could not stop himself, Jacob snickered, wrapping his russet arms around your waist securely, bringing you into his front once more for a tight embrace. This felt like the best feeling in the world, being in his arms. Home. It felt just like the home you’d always dreamed of since you were a little girl. Your orbs began to flutter shut tiredly as your fingers brushed against the base of his neck, the tips fingering through the short hairs on the nape of his neck, a gesture of forgiveness. Peace radiated off of the pair of you as though nothing else mattered in the world. Surely nothing could ruin this moment.

Suddenly, the door nudged open, revealing Billy Black. As if on cue, embarrassing painted evidently on your expression, you flinched out of Jacob’s arms and landed on the bed next to him. The entire movement left him confused until he stared at his father in the doorway with the smuggest grin smacked straight on his face. “Hey, y/n, I see you and Jake have made up. I hope that means that you’ll be staying for dinner. I’ve made my famous spaghetti: It’s a family secret, passed down from generation to generation.” The way this old man was capable of reacting so calmly to any situation was almost laughable.

“S-sure!” You hummed whilst Jacob scoffed beside you, muttering underneath his breath about how spaghetti hardly dated back far enough and wasn’t culturally accurate for it to be true. You pinched Jacob’s arm softly, to which he laughed at.

“Great! Because while you two had your little fiasco I was in there finishing it all up. It’s ready now.” And to that he twisted his wheelchair around and made his way to the living room. “Jake, do you mind plating up the food? Also, can you wipe up that puddle of water on the floor so y/n doesn’t slip?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jake muttered brazenly, his orbs rolling as he got up off of the bed and followed after his father. You grinned to yourself for a moment as you watched Jacob dash to the bathroom to grab a towel and mop up the water you’d left in your wake of chasing him down earlier that evening before he made his way into the kitchen to dish up some plates of Billy Black’s Famous Spaghetti.

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Stick and poke

Prompt number: 7 “yes I did, what about it?”

Fandom: IT

Paring: Eddie Kaspbrak x reader (aged up to 17 or 18)

Rating: T

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Mentions of underage drinking. Mentions underage smoking. Mentions teens giving each other stick and pokes- I beg of you not to try at home! Swearing.

A/N: First time writing Eddie! I feel like all I write for now are Marvel and IT. Borderline punk and/or rebellious Eddie. 

You and the rest of the losers are sitting in a circle on the floor of your underground clubhouse in the barrens playing a game of truth or dare. In the middle of the circle sits a large decanter of some brown alcohol you can’t be bothered to remember the name of, each time someone calls chicken they have to take a swig of the drink. As the game progresses, the liquid starts to steadily decrease, most of the time due to Richie’s questions. 

The losers not caring if they get drunk, each one lied to their parents and said they were spending the night at one of the others houses. So none of them have to worry about stumbling home drunk in the middle of the night, instead all of them staying overnight at the clubhouse. 

“Dare,” you smirk confidently at your friend with coke bottle glasses. So far you’re the only person to pick dare with the trashmouth, the rest choosing truth and most using chickens.  

“(Y/N/N), I dare you to” Richie smiles mischievously, you regret letting the trashmouth in on your feelings for his best friend. “To kiss Eds.”

“What?” Eddie looks panicked and starts hyperventilating. He reaches for his inhaler, quickly taking two puss from it. “That’s disgusting! Do you know how many diseases you can get from a single kiss?”

Eddie continues to ramble on about how unsanitary it is and you eye the decanter, which Richie stole from his father’s alcohol cabinet, in front of you. You’ve had the least amount of alcohol so far this game and the only one not to chicken with Richie, you aren’t about to start now. You roll your eyes and turn to your left, where Eddie’s sitting beside you, you grab him by the face and pull him in for a quick peck. 

Richie’s eyes grow considerably larger behind his glasses, Bev’s cigarette almost falls from her mouth as her jaw goes slack, Ben’s giggling at what just happened, Stan’s slapping a five into Bill’s hand losing a long standing bet between the two, Mike is whooping at you two. And poor Eddie is gaping at you, clearly flustered and looking for words. 

“You kissed me!” you aren’t sure if it’s a question or an exclamation. What surprises you though, is that he doesn’t go for his inhaler again, nor does he reach into his fanny pack for one of his many pills. 

“Yes I did, what about it?” you aren’t sure how you want him to respond to that, but you know it’s not the silence that you’re met with. 

A few hours later you’re sitting in folding chairs in one corner of the clubhouse with Richie, giving him a stick and poke as he tells you about the latest prank he pulled at school. It’s a prank you witnessed, but that doesn’t seem to register in his slightly fuzzy tipsy brain. By now the few shots you had to endure our pretty much out of your system, feeling and abating completely sober unlike the rest. 

“Quit moving!” you scold Richie for what feels like the hundredth time, he’s moving his hands while telling his story. Which isn’t helpful since you're trying to do his stick and poke of a pac-man ghost on his inner wrist, and he keeps almost screwing you up. Eddie’s eyes are on you as you finally wipe Richie’s arm clean, done with the little tattoo.   

“You want one Eddie spaghetti?” you hold up the needle you just used on Richie. You reach into the fanny pack wrapped securely around Eddie’s waist, which causes the poor boy to grow flustered again, pulling a disinfecting wipe out of it to wipe the needle clean. After that you use Bev’s lighter, running the flame over the needle to make sure it’s sterilized. 

“N-no, he stutters out, eyes focused on the way your lips form your words. “My mom would kill me.”

“She doesn’t need to find out about it Eddie,” you wave the needle teasingly in front of his face. He’s as sober as you, possibly even more than you, so you trust his judgement. If he had anymore than two shots all those hours ago you never would have asked. “You just need to hide it until you move out in a couple months.”

“Okay!” you’re surprised when he agrees, so is Richie who is staring with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. 

“What do you want and where do you want it?” you ask, quickly adding the next sentence when you notice Richie about to speak. “Beep beep Richie.”

“I’m not really sure,” Eddie plays with the zipper on his fanny pack, taking a seat across from you in the chair Richie recently abandoned. “But it has to be somewhere I can hide it.”

“Hmmm,” you start mentally ticking off places you can’t do the tattoo, your mind coming up with multiple scenarios on Mrs. Kaspbrak accidentally finding the tattoo. “I could do the base of your neck, like where the collar of your shirt goes. Or I could do your side, below your ribs.”

“How about my side,” it isn’t a question so much as a statement. “I want to be able to see it.”

“Any ideas on what you want, or do I get to surprise you?” Eddie fiddles with the bottom of his shirt and you wonder if he’s going to back out. 

“Surprise me,” Eddie nods, confident in his decision. 

“Do a penis!” Richie hollers, taking a swig of the alcohol left in the decanter. 

“Shut the fuck up Richie,” Eddie snaps and you giggle at the two. 

“You need to take your shirt off Eds,” you both blush at your words, causing Richie to wolf whistle. 

“Look at the Edster stripping for (Y/N)!” Richie hollers a little too loud, not that you’re worried anyone will hear you in the middle of nowhere. 

“Beep beep Richie!” Bev calls back, leaning her head on Ben’s shoulder. 

You scoot your chair beside Eddie’s, facing his right side you put one leg going behind his chair and the other towards the front, sitting in a v-like shape. You grab another wipe from Eddie’s fanny pack, cleaning the area of skin below his ribcage, Eddie’s right hand shoots out and grabs your knee, squeezing his eyes tight before you even have the chance to dip the needle in the ink. 

“As much as I enjoy your hand on my knee,” you admit. “It’s kinda in the way.”

You pry his right hand off of your skin, placing it on the back of your chair. He reaches his left hand across his body so he’s once again holding onto your right knee. You let him stay in the position, knowing he needs it mentall, and he’s managed to not twist his side and mess up your tattooing area. 

You decide to do a larger tattoo for Eddie than you did Richie, go big or go home. Right? You contemplated doing a small little fanny pack, but you didn’t want Eddie to take your teasing as an insult. Instead you decide on a basic mountain range, three overlapping triangles, and a sun poking out from behind them, a simple circle. A simple serene tattoo that Eddie can look at and calm down to when he has a panic attack.

As you actually start to tattoo his side, his grip on your knee tightens. You don’t mind though, you’re enjoying the weight and warmth his hand provides. Eddie’s eyes are on you the entire time, committing your concentration face to memory. He tries not to shiver every time your fingers run over his exposed skin, a warm fuzzy feeling growing within him. 

You’re focusing so intently that you don’t notice when Eddie becomes slightly more adventurous and lets his hand drift up to your thigh. Finally done with the tattoo you wipe it clean a final time, leaning back to admire your work. It’s your best tattoo yet, if you do say so yourself. 

“Remember to clean it everyday,” you aren’t sure why you’re giving Eddie, of all people, hygiene advice. He isn’t Richie, he has common sense. “And if it gets infected tell your mom right away, don’t try to hide it out of fear of getting in trouble. I’ll take all the blame Eddie, say I made you get it because I wanted to practice.”

Eddie squeezes your thigh as he compliments your work, sending a bolt of electricity from your thigh to your heart. Before you know it his lips are crashing into yours, this kiss far better than the one earlier in the night. The thumping of the blood in your ears drowns out the whoops and hollers from your friends. All you can focus on is Eddie; his soft lips on yours, the softness of his hair beneath your fingers, and the feeling of his hand moving from your thigh to your hip- his free hand also going to your hip, fingers digging in. 

When you pull apart for air, he uses his grip on your hips to pull you onto his lap. Now straddling him, you comb your finger through his dark locks with blonde tips. He begged and begged Mrs. Kaspbrak to bleach them and she kept saying no. So finally Richie and Bev bought bleach from the store, and did it themselves. Needless to say she wasn’t happy, but after two doctor's appointments, with two different doctors, she finally concluded that Eddie wasn’t going to randomly fall over and die from the bleach. 

Stan slaps a hand over Richie’s mouth to keep him from ruining the moment going on in front of the group. He’ll let Richie make fun of the two afterwards, but he doesn’t want his friends to get this close to finally being together, just to have Richie’s teasing make the both of you chicken out and ignore each other. He’s not sure he can handle all that pining again, the entirety of the losers club isn’t sure they can handle that again. Your hands slide down from Eddie’s hair to his still bare shoulders, pulling him in for another searing kiss. 

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[ontowanderlust]

Animanga

Jujutsu Kaisen

❅ Rewritten Fate : Platonic!Junpei & OC; First Year!Junpei Yoshino

What would’ve happened if the events that night changed? What if an anomaly showed up just when he needed it and completely rewrote his fate?

Sword Art Online

❅ Let’s rewrite history, shall we? : Eugeo/OC

Eugeo Headcanons no one asked for. That may or may not be a story later on. So what happens if Eugeo’s already an established character from the start?

❅ A Forewarning : Eugeo/OC

Second part of Eugeo headcanons where he and Kirito meets the guild, and a potential ally...

Imagines

Robbie Kay

❅ Smile, for me?  

POTC Co-stars!AU. Can you describe your perfect guy? 

Shawn Mendes

❅ 2 AM

Two insomniacs going for an adventure of their own 

❅ I Love You  

How does one try to confess without the person ever knowing it? 

❅ Let’s play a game!  

“You’ll pretend you don’t know how I feel, and I’ll pretend I’m not breaking inside.” 

❅ Only a Moment  

You say you’ve already moved on from him but why does he still have this effect on you? 

Tom Holland

❅ Hogwarts AU  

Remind me, whose fault was it why we’re not talking anymore? 

Ian Nelson

Supernatural School Series

The idea behind this story sprouted from my daydreams after reading this story. However, this series focuses more on the relationship between Ian Nelson (The guy who played young Derek Hale in Teen Wolf) and the reader where they happened to be co-stars and Ian had always harbored a crush on the Reader. This series may also known as the Party Games series.

❅  Two Truths and a Lie ❅  Twenty Questions ❅  Would you Rather?

Marvel

Loki Laufeyson

❅ Loki Dictionary

Loki Laufeyson., n.

Prince of Asgard., Rightful ruler of Jötunheim., Master Magician., Sorcerer., Trickster., Silvertongue., Agent of Chaos., god of mischief., god of lies

But there’s so much more to him than what meets the eye, isn’t there?

❅ 1 AM

Established!Loki x Reader where Reader is an Enhanced whose ability is to foresee and experience a stranger’s death

❅ I can’t lose you  

Sometimes, you need to know when to step back or walk away

❅ Is this what [love] feels like?  

Because of a misunderstanding, Loki expects his relationship to burn down in flames but Reader kept on surprising him

Peter Parker

❅ 5 Times Peter thought Tony was hugging him and that one time he actually did  

Based on this fanart, fanfiction about Tony Stark and Peter Parker’s relationship

Musicals

Newsies

❅ Spring time : Jojo Dela Guerrera/Reader

Spring time madness for our lil ray of sunshine  

❅ Party Games Series : Racetrack Higgins/Reader

How do you admit to yourself that you’ve fallen for someone? Through party games, of course. ❅ Truth or Dare

Otome Games

Mr. Love Queen’s Choice/ Mr. Love Dream Date

❅ MLQC Dictionary

It is after all, a love story in the form of dictionary, with entries from dialogue to epistolary, from aberrant to zenith, only a handful of which are longer than a page.

Mystic Messenger

❅ Bright like you

A Luciel entry for @/gureishi’s June event for the Choi twins: #More than words 2021. There are more than enough meaning for your name but I think this one is the best meaning out of all...

❅ Give me the stars

Another Saeyoung entry for @/gureishi’s June event for the Choi twins: #More than words 2021. He loves her... and that scares him the most. 

Potterverse

Felix Rosier

❅ Soulmate AU 

Felix week ‘18 entry. Inspired by a friend’s dream where one bears a burden while the other bears hope.

❅ HPHM MC

A little background of Lillian Sanguine, a character in Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery

❅ HPHM Veela!MC

Headcanons about MC being a veela

❅ HPHM Jacob

Hogwarts Mystery Event Day 5. MC’s dear old missing brother.

❅ HPHM Actor! AU

A little fun idea between writers

❅ HPHM Angst! AU

What’s life without little angsts?

❅ Centerfold  

Coffee shop AU for Felix week ‘18. A single photo can convey what the heart can’t say.

❅ E correi  

5 instances Felix called you those words and the one time he meant it.

Sibling!Jacob

❅ See you again  

This isn’t an illusion isn’t it? This isn’t a dream of a dream where your brother is right there, right within your reach, is it?

TV Series

Once Upon A Time

❅ Fascination : Peter Pan/Reader

“Why can’t I read you?”

❅ The Boy who could’ve been : Peter Pan/Reader

“Is this who you’ll be?”

❅ What is Happiness? : Henry Mills/Reader

“How do you define happiness?”

❅ Scars : Emma Swan/Reader

Established Relationship! Where Emma asks for the meaning behind the scars

❅ It’s a mad, mad world : Peter Pan/Reader

Cursed!AU where Reader and Peter can’t stand each other

❅ Goodbye means : Peter Pan/Reader

Hero!AU where Peter Pan is one of the good guys and Reader sees the world in grey who happens to like Peter but does he like you as well?

❅ Jealousy Series : Peter Pan/Reader

Cursed!Peter Pan x Reader where Peter learns that there are different types of jealousy existed...

❅ The First Type: “I’m jealous but I’ll live,”

❅  Seven Kisses Series : Peter Pan/Reader

Cursed!AU where Reader and Peter Pan was swept by the curse just like everyone else. Reader is the princess of the Underworld whose True Love happen to be the Prince of Lost Boys.

❅ First Kiss (On the back of her hand) ❅ Second Kiss (On her knees) ❅ Third Kiss (On the nose) ❅ Fourth Kiss (On the forehead) ❅ Fifth Kiss (On the cheek) ❅ Sixth Kiss (On the neck) ❅ Seventh Kiss (On the lips)

The Flash

❅ Even if it hurts? : Barry Allen/Caitlin Snow

“You pause for a minute and two then try again”

The Umbrella Academy

❅ 7 times he confessed and the 1 time she accepted his confession : Five Hargreeves/Reader

For all it’s worth, he just want to confess his feelings, dammit!

❅ When he’s drunk ❅ When he’s overwhelmed ❅ When he’s trying to apologize ❅ When there’s only one bed  ❅ When they’re dancing  ❅

Original Works

❅ 5 Stages

The rollercoaster of emotion called love

❅ 12:12  

‘Tis a story of a guy trying to slip through the cracks of a broken girl

❅ I grew up

At what cost?

❅ I wonder

It’s all fairytales and stories until...

❅ That Kind of love  

It’s not unrequited love, but it isn’t a requited love either...

Inner Musings

❅ Rain  ❅ Writers ❅ Comfort ❅ Notebook ❅ Hands ❅ Affection  ❅ Play Pretend  ❅ Tell me  ❅ How’s it like?  ❅

Poetry

❅ Don’t tell me ❅ Vulnerable  ❅ What I truly mean  ❅ I only love three things  ❅ Melody  ❅

❅ None yet ❅

❅ None yet ❅

❅ None yet ❅

❅ Forget the Past Series

An original story of mine created back in high school which depict the story of five girls who experienced the same heartbreak, created a band to forget what they’ve been through while doing so, they had forgotten what it really means to live their lives....

❅ Fall

“What’s gonna make you fall?”

❅ If Only  

“Should I let my heart keep listening?”

❅ The 72nd Hunger Games Series

Before Katniss Everdeen volunteered for her sister’s place in the 74th Hunger Games and eventually igniting the flame of rebellion, there had already been several unfortunate children who had been fighting for their own little sparks.

❅ District 1 Female: Reaping Story

[yandere-romanticaa]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴡ ᴊᴇᴋʏʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ʜʏᴅᴇ.

♥♥♥

A well beloved doctor living in London, Andrew has made quite a name for himself! All of his patients are very happy with his work as he is able to always diagnose them properly and give them the correct medicine - truly a divine blessing in this day and age. He's a cheerful gentleman in his mid to early thirties who always has a gentle smile on his face. He is very fond of children and he does not mind babysitting them whenever someone asks him to do so, making him popular with parents and single mothers especially. During the day time he is filled to the brim with work but he always makes time to have afternoon tea, chat with his servants, or just try to enjoy like in general. A truly kind man in the eyes of many!

Alas though, when darkness overcomes his manor a new side of the good doctor surfaces, a side that no one knows about.

And Andrew plans to keep it that way.

There are many, many things that the doctor desires, craves, needs. But he is stuck in the same place day by day as he is forced to play his role of the savior. Even the good doctor Andrew likes to indulge himself from time to time... But that indulgence has gotten out of hand. By sheer accident Andrew was able to create a special elixir which is able to shift him in to a completely different person. His body is different, his hair is different, everything is different. His psyche however, remains the same.

And Andrew uses this newfound knowlege to his advantage.

Dubbing his new alter ego "Edward Hyde", Andrew is pleased to do what he wants once the sun sets. He messes with the townfolk, he shamelessly flirts and seduces any woman he sees, he picks on the young and the poor, nothing is off the table. This becomes a habbit very quickly as Edward is soon well known among the city. Some flee and flinch at the mere mention of him while others scoff and prepare their fists for a fight. Things continue like this for a while until Andrew notices that whenever he changes in to Edward, his mind is no longer fully his. Even throught the day as he sits in his office he can hear a gruff voice at the back of his mind, telling him to just finish the damn paperwork already. He starts hearing this voice everywhere and he starts to think that he is going mad. The voice taunts him day after day until he finally turns in to Hyde. Only then is he able to feel some inner peace. Andrew soon starts to lose control over himself as the voice grows louder and louder, yelling at him and commanding him to do its bidding. Every day now turns in to a battle as Andrew struggles to get out of bed and face himself in the mirror... But that's the catch. On one fateful morning the reflection he sees is not his own.

It's Hyde's.

The glowing green eyes of Edward Hyde stare back at him as Jekyll does his best to hold his breath in. This can't be real, this can't be happening! By now Andrew is pretty much at war with this new persona he had made and he does not know how to stop this coflict. Both do as they please which contradicts their previous actions, making both Edward and Andrew more then a little suspicious to the public eye. By this point Andrew regrets having ever created Edward but it's too late now. Edward Hyde was a part of him now, a dark part of him which could not be released. The only thing Andrew could do was to keep him at bay even if he was bearly able to do so. This constant pushing and pulling was exhausting to both of them and both were more then ready for a release.

And their release indeed came, but not in the way they thought it would.

It came in the form of love. Love for a sweet darling, a twisted obsession and want over this special little lamb who stumbled in to their lives by sheer accident, at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Andrew and Edward remain greatful still.

The pushing and pulling dies down whenever (y/n) is in the room and their attitudes are completely different from each other. Oh, if only (y/n) knew just what sort of danger awaits...

Andrew Jekyll.

Ever the gentleman, Andrew always places his darlings needs before his own. He worries for his sweetheart constantly as he dotes on them, making sure that they are safe and happy. Did his darling eat today? Did his darling sleep well? He won't ever stop asking these questions whenever he sees them, he just can't help himself! He never shuts up and he always seems to forget what he is trying to say but that's okay, his darling doesn't seem to mind.

Andrew stays gentle like that for a while as he treats his darling like divine royalty which does not go unnoticed by the people around him. He hears his servants whisper many things once he turns his back but he can't help but to blush a little - he may act a little awkward but in reality he really doesn't mind.

Andrew is also willing to bend over backwards and break his spine to get his darling whatever their little heart desires. He has more then enough money then he knows what to do with anyway! He wants jis darling to depend on him, he wants to be darlings only one true protector. He wants to provide for his darling like a good husband would.

Andrew often loses himself in these little fantasies that he gets distracted from his work, cahsing him to mess something up or to accidentaly spill or destroy amything around him. It's a vicious cycle of endless pinning as Andrew just doesn't have the guts to express his feelings, much to Hyde's annoyance and amusement. Cracks will start to form deep within him as Andrew tries to restrain himself more and more whenever he is around his darling. His smiles are not entierly his anymore as he stares his darling down like a piece of meat. Andrew hungers for darlings love and approval which in a way, does make his darling a piece of meat to him.

No matter what he just can never get enough of his darling, ever. The cheerful smiles thrown his way are not enough, and good grief just the mere brush of darlings fingers against his own is enough to send Jekyll in to a panicked frenzy. He loses his composure right there and then as he is forced to look his darling in the eye and do... nothing. He can't do anything he desires, he can't grab his darling by the back of their neck and press those pretty little lips against his own...

He can't caress the love of his life freely in public.

Hell, he can't even touch them without someone making a fuss.

Everything, everyone, is slowly driving him mad.

His love is driving him mad.

Andrew's affection starts to turn conditional, he can only ever shower his darling with gifts if they behave how he wants them to, if they pay enough attention to him, which is of course never quite enough.

His sanity fades as lovesickness kicks in.

His patience is wearing thin. What's taking his darling to love him back already? Hasn't he done everything any ideal lover would do? He has done literally everything, it must be his darling! It can't be his fault! His soft spoken words soon turn sharper then any knife as he imagines that very same weapon in his hands, pressed against darlings pretty little neck. Bruised, bloody and broken, that's how Jekyll wants his darling to be now.

He wants to crush them in his love.

And chances are, he will give in to his temptations.

Edward Hyde.

Tsk, tsk, this man is quite the charmer. A real smooth talker blessed with a deeper voice then his more seemingly more gentle counterpart, Hyde is no stranger to suggestive comments and rough touches. His feelings ignite like flames, quickly and suddenly. They take over his heart and soul, burning him and leaving endless ache and want in its path.

It's a strange feeling. He doesn't know how to feel about it...

When he meets his darling he treats her just how he treats other women. He craves nothing more then darlings body but when darling turns him down Hyde feels intrigued. Playing hard to get, eh?

He is always up for a good challenge.

Hyde stops paying attention to other women and his darling soon becomes his prime time target - Edward cannot move on unless he has his darling. He provokes, taunts and teases, just itching to see darlings reactions to his schemes. Cuss at him, slap him, do anything you want! Just as long as your focus is on him that wolf like grin will never leave his face. He just loves it when his darling turns red, it's so cute he could kiss her. His provoking continues like this for a while until Hyde begins to realize just how some couples act around each other. His softer side starts to show itself and it's something to marvel at really.

Unlike Jekyll, who is soft at the beginning and turns cruel at the end, Hyde is the opposite of that. He doesn't want to just mess with his darling anymore, he wants to actually love and care for her, to actually be in a commited relationship.

His protective side is on full display and anyone with at least a single braincell should be able to get the message.

Hyde often wonders when the Hell did he become so soft all of a sudden. He wants this pain in his chest to stop but the only way it can is if his darling is with him. He doesn't need anyone else... He doesn't want anyone else.

Let's hope Hyde's darling has a strong stomach because he doesn't give a damn who he has to hurt. He and Jekyll are nearly nothing alike but if they share on thing in common, it would be determination.

Edward Hyde has found his prey and he isn't going anywhere without it.

Tags: @3rdgymbros, @eclipsezero, @ghostiebabey, @yandere-of-your-dreams, @howl-of-the-hunting-lambs, @yandere-wishes, @severnrsstuff, @twstdreams, @twst-soul, @hattress-of-spades

I did my best guys, I hope this was okay! First time making a OC, sorry if it's too similar to the original characters. As I write more stories for them I'll try to build them up more! And feel free to ask any questions if you have them!

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Fight for Attention: Part Three (Lemon Yandere DabixReader)

Request: Can we get a part 3 to the Dabi x Reader fic? The one with the coffee shop/ party??? It's got me hooked 👀

Author’s note: sorry for publishing this so late tonight, i meant to finish it up this afternoon but i had a really bad migraine so i had to wait till i felt better, hope you enjoy it though!

Part One    Part Two

Trigger Warning: lemon, smut, afab reader, noncon, dubcon

           You had hidden away in your apartment for far too long. For nearly two weeks now buried yourself in there, only venturing outside for class or groceries, and even then you always returned while the sun was still safely in the sky. From what Dabi could tell, you had somehow put together that he wasn’t about to pay you a visit, as he put it, when other people were likely to interrupt. No, the last thing he wanted was for his time with you to be cut short all because some hypocritical idiots decided to play good samaritan for a day. So, Dabi told himself, he would play things smart, he would play things cool, and wait for you to let down your guard.

           But, Dabi soon remembered, he hated playing things cool.

           And why should I anyway? he asked himself. Where’d be the fun in that?

           It was true, there was never any fun in waiting, especially when Dabi knew for a fact just how sweet the end product would be. He could still remember how soft your skin felt against his, how sweet you tasted. Watching you wasn’t enough, jerking himself off to the memory of you wasn’t even enough, so it was safe to say that Dabi’s patience for this little game that you were playing had officially run out. He was ready to play a new game, one where he made the rules.

           So when the sun finally set and Dabi was sure that you were safely asleep in your bed, he made his way into your apartment. Though again, he was not the biggest fan of playing things cool, he was careful as he snuck his way into the building, not wanting to be caught before he could have his fun, after all. Going a bit slower than he would have liked was worth it, he decided, when it meant that he wouldn’t have to fight to keep your attention on him.

           Standing over your sleeping form, Dabi breathed heavily, practically panting at the sight of you. With your already enticingly short pajamas riding up from all of your tossing and turning, your bare skin made for quite the tempting picture. Dabi felt his cock grow hard and his jeans grow almost painfully tight just from staring at you, so it wasn’t long before his (admittedly already weak) worries about waking you up were met with a resounding “fuck it” as he hooked his fingers around the band of your shorts and began to pull them down. Only barely managing to hold back a groan at the feeling of your soft thighs beneath his hands, Dabi joined you on your bed, kneeling at your ankles while he slipped your shorts so that he would have just that much more of you bare before him.

           Once he had thrown your shorts off the bed, smirking to himself that you wouldn’t need them for a while, Dabi made his way up those deliciously bare legs of yours, bringing his fingers as well as his mouth closer and closer to the softness of your inner thighs. When he finally reached the spot that he had practically been dreaming about these past few weeks, he licked his lips at the lacy little concoction that met him there. It figured, Dabi chuckled to himself, that you would wear panties like that. You must have remembered the promise he had made to you the night of that party, must have known deep down that no matter what you did to try to keep him away, that there was no hiding from him. No, Dabi had marked you that night, had claimed you, and he had wanted you long before then, from the moment he first saw you at that coffee shop. And you knew it to, no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, so instead of running away you had dressed yourself up all nice and pretty for him.

           The crook of his nose nudging your clothed pussy, your sweet scent hit his tongue and Dabi could no longer hold back the moan, letting it ghost over your covered folds. Reaching up carefully, he pulled your panties off to the side and ran his tongue over your slit. And again, another moan came spilling out of his mouth at the taste. His tongue curled inside of you, as deep as he could reach, Dabi slurped at you greedily. Then he dragged his tongue up to your clit, swirling it around and practically slurped the damn thing. The twitching of your thighs around his head spurred him on, and when he heard those cute little whimpers escape from your lips he thought he might just cum from their sound alone. Soon enough though, a different sort of sound reached his ears. It was the sound of your mumbling, your murmuring, sounds that told him you were beginning to wake. Grinning at the new development, Dabi hurriedly pulled off his jeans and his boxers, letting his erection finally spring free, all the while still keeping his tongue working inside of you.

           Tossing and turning, a strange heat was spreading through your body, starting lower and making its way to each inch of you. It wasn’t a bad feeling, it felt good actually, but it would not allow you to continue sleeping soundly. So when you finally opened your eyes, the first thing that you did was not search for the source of the sweet burning of your cunt, but rather arch your back and moan at the sensation.

           “I thought you’d like it,” said a familiar voice, one that you could almost seeing smirking in triumph. “Not so high-and-mighty anymore, are you doll?”

           “S—stop—” came your reply, weak and overwhelmed though it was. Darting in deep between your folds, Dabi’s tongue elicited yet another moan from you, even as he dug his nails into your thighs. It stayed there for a few minutes, working you relentlessly until you could feel the tension growing in your core, ready to boil over at any moment. Right before you could get any twisted satisfaction though, Dabi moved away, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing and feeling more empty than it ever had. Despite yourself, the unfulfilled feeling made you whimper, something that Dabi caught.

           “What is it kitten? I thought you wanted me to stop?”

           “I—I did,” you panted. “I do.”

           “Well, it doesn’t sound like you want me to stop. In fact,” Dabi continued as he pulled a piece of your panties on either side away from your skin, letting his flames devour it so that he finally had you completely bare before him, “from just how fucking wet your pussy is right now, it looks like you want me to keep going.”

           “That’s not true.”

           “Oh, I think you know that it is. Even if you don’t admit it, your pretty little cunt here knows who you belong to. And hey, who am I to deny it?”

           With that, Dabi made his way upward, caging you beneath his muscled arms. He grinned down at you with the hunger of a wolf, one who couldn’t wait to just tear apart the prey it had caught. Shrinking into your pillows as he leaned down towards you, you closed your eyes as he nuzzled the crook of your neck, dragging his tongue all the way up to your ear. Reaching one hand back down to your still dripping pussy, Dabi found your bud easily, twirling it between his fingers while he listened to your whines.

           “I want to hear you say it,” he whispered in your ear. “I want to hear you say who your pussy belongs to. Who you belong to.”

           Eyes wide and dazed as he continued to play with you, you didn’t answer. Still, the aching emptiness of your cunt was agonizing, leaving you to feel unsatisfied and hungry in the worst way possible.

           “Say it,” Dabi hissed, just barely dragging aching cock against your entrance. The wait was getting to him as well, making him want to just slam his cock inside you until you gave him what he wanted, but he restrained himself, knowing that the wait would be worth it. When you still failed to answer, he let the very tip of his cock part your folds, tempting you with the possibility until once again slipping away, leaving your cunt to clench around nothing.

           “I—” you began to say, “I—”

           “That’s it,” Dabi cooed, more than ready to finally hear his little kitten purr for him. “Say it.” You were so close, he could feel it, all you needed was one more little push. And so, even as he was sucking the crook of your neck, he squeezed your clit hard between his fingertips.

           “I’m yours! I belong to you!” The words practically burst their way out of you, without you hardly even realizing what you were saying. But when Dabi finally slipped his cock between your folds, stretching you so deliciously, you nearly sobbed in relief.

           “That’s a good kitten,” Dabi purred, or perhaps growled, just before pressing his lips to yours. His cock impatient, Dabi thrusted fast and forcefully, not allowing you any mercy, even if you had wanted any. You were just so fucking tight, sucking in his cock like you were trying to swallow the damn thing whole.

           For your part, you felt as though Dabi were about to split you into two with the way he was thrusting into you, but you didn’t think you would have really minded if he succeeded. You could feel practically every vein of his cock pressed up against your walls, and no longer able to hold yourself back, moan after moan escaped your lips. The heat in your core was pooling again, so much faster this time now that Dabi had filled you up while still playing with your clit. Dabi, too, felt himself approaching his end as he continued ramming into you, could feel the way he was tightening inside even as he kept his pace unrelentless. So when your heat finally reached its peak, finally broke and washed over you, releasing your tension in the most beautiful way, your sopping wet walls sucked Dabi in to milk him for all he was worth. Dabi came just a few moments after you, his cock spasming inside you, releasing thick ropes of cum even as Dabi continued to roll your most sensitive bud between his fingers, making sure to prolong your orgasm for as long as he could.

           Falling back onto your pillows, you did your best to catch your breath as Dabi pulled out of you. That was easier said than done though, especially when the man who had been stalking you for weeks was now pulling you into his arms and resting your head against his scarred chest. Maybe now that he had gotten what he wanted though, you dared to hope, he would leave you alone. Maybe after tonight you would finally be given back your life.

           It wasn’t long before your hopes were utterly dashed.

           “Alright,” Dabi purred, his smirk resting in the crook of your neck, “you get a few minutes to rest, then a few to get cleaned up, and then we’re heading out.”

           “What?”

           “You heard me. We gotta get going before the sun comes up.”

           “But—but you got what you wanted. Can’t you just leave me alone now?” Scoffing, Dabi raised himself up so that his eyes bored into yours, letting you see the seriousness of the obsession that lay there.

           “Aw, c’mon babe, I think you know that isn’t what I wanted. Not all of what I wanted, anyway. What I want is your full attention, all to myself once and for all. And now that I finally got a taste of it, I’m sure as shit not letting you go.”

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Alright... As a Treat... Blake/Fem MC NSFW Snippet

Yeah, so, as it says above... this is NSFW! Read at your own discretion! Big big WARNING FOR NSFW MATERIALS AND SCENE. Very detailed! Viewer discretion!!! This is rather old too, like over half a year, so! (And if you enjoy... there's a few scenes up on Patreon rn too ;))

Blake quietly closes your bedroom door behind you both, then locks it. You watch as his eyes roam over your room, before finally coming back to you. A familiar look of hunger and fire are in his hazel eyes, reminding you of the ones he's been giving you since the moment you both met. Your thighs squeeze together as those eyes burn into yours, sending heat through your body. You hold your hand out to him, waiting. 

He moves forward a step, a grin sliding onto his face, but then it falters and he halts. "Are you sure that this is what you want?" Something in those words, the quietness of which he spoke them, the underlying pain... it tugged at your heart. 

"Of course it is. Why would you ask that?" He chuckles a little sadly at your words, a dark shadow dulling the embers inside of them. 

"Amongst supernaturals, I'm  considered a beast. Most people won't... ruin themselves with us. And with humans... well, bikers aren't exactly the guys people consider bringin' home to their mamans." You can see the pain all of this causes him. No wonder he's so closed off on telling you how he's feeling... he gets what it's like. He gets it all too well.

You blink back the tears in your eyes as you make your way over to him, grabbing his face gently in your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes. "I don't think you're a beast, Blake. And I'm certainly not going to throw you out after sleeping with you." You see surprise and a hurt longing flare in his eyes, and before you can stop yourself, your lips are on his, his slightly chapped ones scraping against yours. You peel off his leather jacket as his tongue asks for entrance, leaving you to moan as yours dances with his, sending licks of heat down to your stomach, and further below. Your hands run over his chest and back as his do the same, only under your shirt. The moment they slipped under, you moaned, earning you a ragged chuckle and a squeeze to the fleshy part of your hip. His calluses and scars drag over your skin as his hands warm it, sending more kernels of pleasure through you and chills down your spine.

Soon, your knees begin to feel like Jell-O, and it's only then that he pulls away from his place of nibbling down your neck, using his stubble to scrape and scratch the smooth skin there. He pulls his hands back from teasing your breasts under your bra, giving the hardened nipples one last flick, then removes his shirt to reveal his muscular, scarred chest. You've seen him with no shirt on, of course you have, but you never really got to see. Your eyes, and hands, eagerly touch and discover his scars, some like animal bites and claw marks, some more like knife wounds and gunshots. You can feel his warm breath across your face and neck as he watches and just feels you, until he seems to not be able to take it anymore and suddenly lifts you bridal style, laughing loudly at your yelp of surprise. 

"I wasn't done," you whine, lightly nipping his neck. You feel a growl rubble in his chest, but it never makes it to your ears.

"Mmm, you can go back to your touching after I get my next turn," he says roughly, his voice gravelly from his breathing. He gives you a passionate kiss before stripping off your own shirt. You flush when his eyes rake over your now exposed skin, his hunger back in full force. As he slips your bra off, letting your breasts free, he growls, "I'm going to devour you." You can't think much of a response when his mouth returns to yours, his kiss heated and consuming. Part of you focuses on how his hands inch down your sides to your pants, and of the tug he gives as he un buttons them. The sound of the zipper going down. 

Then he's gently guiding you onto your back whispering sweet nothings against your lips as he slips your pants and underwear off in one go. He pulls back, his hands holding him up on either side of your head, his strong hips between your bare legs. Like he's waiting for you to make a move now, to truly confirm this is what you want.

You look into his eyes, and it's the shadows of pain still present there that fuel you to move, to reach up and gently pull his face down to yours, to place a sweet, slow kiss on his lips. He groans against your mouth as he moves one arm under your shoulders and uses the other to lowe himself until your bare chests press together, and your mound presses against the trail of hairs on his stomach leading under his pants. You lightly press your thighs against his sides as you kiss him, your body soaking in the heat that seems to just pour from him. 

Eventually, he pulls away, moving his lips over your jaw and neck again, but this time he continues over your collarbones, until he reaches your chest. He presses a soft kiss in the valley between your breasts, before he moves his mouth to begin teasing one of their peaks with his teeth and tongue. You knot your fingers into his hair as he does, arching your back towards him, but it's when his hand starts to trail down to where you heart beat seems to have migrated that your breath finally catches. You don't breath until one of his rough-padded fingers slips between your lower lips, running down your slit to gather moisture before returning...

You bite your lip in satisfaction as his finger begins to stroke circles over the aching bundle of nerves back at the top of your slit, his calluses causing just enough friction to cause your legs to jerk with each roll of his finger. You drag his mouth back to yours before it can go to your other breast, your mouth hungering for his now. This time, it's you who heatedly kisses him, bringing a grin to his face, and you buck against him when a second finger joins the first. He speeds up his strokes, his mouth eagerly taking in the moans and whimpers and mewls that leave yours, and when you finally come, lights bursting in your vision and your legs wobbling uncontrollably as your toes curl, he drinks in the stream of mixed noises you release as pleasure pours through your body.

Blake pulls his lips away from yours as your body goes boneless. He carefully moves his weight to one side, his body still poised over yours halfway, and lets his hand soothe your face and hair as your breath comes in pants. Your hand fell out of his hair when you came, and now its simply laid out on the bed, half clenched. You shiver when his lips ghost over your forehead and brow, leaving soft, chaste kisses in their wake. 

Once you've calmed your breathing, you reach out and lightly run your nails down the plains of his chest, earning a hiss of pleasure from him. On their way back up, you graze his nipple, then grin at the soft growl he lets out at the touch. "I wasn't so cruel to you, beautiful," he murmurs into your hair as your hand splays out over his pec, his heart pounding under your fingers.

"Poor baby wolf," you croon as you tilt your head up enough to nip his chin. "Are you going to say that when you're moving between my hips and my nails claw your back?" He shivers near violently at your words, his hand playing with your breast again, teasing the sensitive skin under it.

"Depends on if you're actually plannin' to have me between them," he growls against your ear, his hot breath making you shudder. You grip the bicep of the hand he's using to play and give a soft jerk. The hand moves away, moving down his chest to his pants. 

"Stand up so I can unbuckle your pants," you breath, and he does so, crawling off of you to instead stand between where your feet hang off the bed. You sit up and scoot down, your knees on either side of his thighs as you undo his belt. You bite your lip at how intense his gaze is on you as you pull it from his jeans, so you bounce a little to get his attention elsewhere before you lose your nerve. It seems to work, as his gaze flickers down, letting you open his pants in peace. As you start sliding them down his hips, his member springs loose, so heavy that it can't quite reach his stomach. Your inner walls squeeze on thin air as your hands wrap around him and his sac, teasingly pulling and squeezing. He lets out a snarl of satisfaction, but before you get long to play with him, he's pulling your hands away and moving you back on the bed, where the pillows are instead this time.

"You keep that up and I'll end up coming like some teenager," he says in a lower, more hoarse voice. It sends sparks through you every time he speaks. He keeps talking as he crawls over you again, "I've had many lonely nights after watching you purposefully tease me on your way out of rooms. Also after dreams of fucking you until neither of us can walk, in every position I know, of you... saying what you did tonight." He gives your slit a long, teasing lick before finally covering you with his body again, his hips between your crooked knees, already opened to him in invitation. Your breath catches as his tip presses against you. 

"And here I didn't know you were a romantic," you whisper half-heartedly, pulling his lips back to yours, his chest hair scraping against your sensitive skin. One of his hands lock around your thigh, moving it a little higher as your other one wraps around his hip. 

And, as his mouth plunders yours again, he slowly slips inside of you. You let out a garbled breath as he slowly stretches you, sending bursts of pleasure to the

new coil forming in your stomach. He doesn't fully push in, instead he waits until you adjust some. Your walls clench and flex around him eagerly, and his growling has become a permament, low rumble in your ears and chest. 

And finally, he moves. Slowly, slow thrusts, each moving more of himself inside, his member steadily making its way in until he hilts inside, causing your hips to jerk, causing heat to flame through your already overheated body. 

"God damn it, you feel good," he snarls, the muscles in his back flexing as he keeps his control, keeps himself moving slow and to not hurt. Your hands eager roam the expansion of golden tan skin, ending at his paler hips and upper thighs. All that greets your ears for a few moments is the sound of his skin moving against yours as he finally gets a faster rhythm, not quite quick but fast enough that he can go deeply with each thrust. Your renewed whimpers and moans fill the air as his chest scrapes your swollen breasts. 

When he speaks again, it takes all your might not to release again so soon. His voice has a guttural edge to it, one you're sure means his taking of you has become completely serious. "I spent many dreams breathing in your scent, and it was so hard to not pounce on your when I could smell your arousal, hear your heart pound because you wanted this as much as I did."

"Why didn't you try to sleep with me before?" You ask, each word a struggle to release. His face moves into your field of view, and you see the answer in his eyes, hear it as his mind shouts it to you, his mental barrier cracked just enough forvyou to hear: I wanted you to not think of me as everyone else does. 

Through the pleasure clouding your mind, something breaks inside, something that is by far not immune to his pain. You bury your lips against his, saving him from trying to say the painful words aloud, and begin to rock your hips even more in time with his. You've noticed something odd throughout his time inside of you, like he was growing bigger. When your hips rock a certain way, you can feel the struggle; he actually is getting bigger.

This idea leaves your head as his hand dips between your bodies and his mouth sucks harshly on your neck, and the next thing you know, you release a loud cry as you come again, your body hypersensitive to everywhere you touch him. He lets out another snarl, before it seems his orgasm hits too, and your still

spasming body pulls him inside of you. 

Panic flutters around your mind, but more worrisome is the fact that he's still arched over you, sweating and gasping, shudders goin through him. You worriedly stroke his back. "What's wrong with you?" 

"Sorry I didn't warn you," he groans, burying his face in your neck, "but werewolves, wolf Faerals... a few other types of wolf supers have this... issue."

"'Issue'?" 

"Think of dogs, love," his hips press closer to mine as a particularly rough shiver goes through him. Think of do-... oh.

"You do that thing too, huh?" You gently stroke his hair as you watch his hand knot into the covers. 

"M-Mhhmm. I'm almost done; it's a fucking hassle." You snort, and a few seconds after his body leans heavily on you, clearly spent. 

[talietikasero]

Stability

Random prompt from 8/11 [finished 8/16]: rewrite the Strive ending / create an alternate epilogue [to line up with my story project]. I may or may not rewrite the whole thing for fun lmao.

[Main story preview here (contains 6 scenes)] // [Chapter 1 now on AO3]

"I guess... that's what they meant..." She let out between huffs. Both the voice in her head and the former Sanctus Maximus Populi said the same thing regarding her potential ability.

“When the time comes, with your seed, you hold the power to save or destroy the world.”

“You can prevent the end of it all.”

Energy drained, she fought off the sluggish pace her body was moving. Looking over to her partner, she noticed he was barely hanging on to his life, staying incredibly still, and trying to regulate his breathing while facing down. While her body contained the [Scales of Juno], he had the [Flame of Corruption] ripped out from his, reverting him to a human. "On second thought, don't move." Once she closed the distance between them, she knelt and put her arms around him. Face against the scuffed leather sleeve, and she struggled to hold her emotions in. "H-hey..." Voice cracking, she lowly muttered between sniffles, "please, don't go..."

"..."

"You... you stayed true to... your word about... a-about..."

"..."

"Fighting to... s-save the world..."

"If the world was going to disappear tomorrow... What would you do today?"

"What kind of a question is that? Stop whatever's ending the world or die trying."

Her embrace tightened as tears ran down her face. "Human, Gear, or neither. The world still needs you."

With drooped ears and saddened eyes, the wolf spirit whined. Its host and companion soothed it by scratching behind its ears and reassuring the worst had come to pass. "(It's okay, Rei. We're still alive.)." She whispered to the spirit in her native tongue. Another whine followed by a lick to the side of her face, Giovanna patted Rei's forehead. "What? Are you worried about me? I'm okay, I swear." She winced as another sharp pain ran through her body. "Ouch..." Her superior, the President, placed a hand on her shoulder. Half-expecting him to say she's no longer needed, she began, "I'm sorry-..."

"None of that." Vernon's voice was firm; however, it sounded... fatherly. He may have his doubts about the agent, but he knew she was more than capable of the job. Facing off against an unstoppable force, she did prove she's worth giving a higher position. "I can tell what you were thinking, but you're not being let go. You take as much time as you need off, Gio. Goldlewis, Erica, and I will await your return."

Saddened at the loss of someone he could consider a friend, the time traveler meekly looked down at the minty green and white guitar he held in his hands. This entire time he was unaware of her true identity. If he had to lose someone like her, it didn't have to be this way. Regardless of if she recalled who he was and why he was important to her in the first place, false memory or not. He threw away his chance to return home a while ago, and now he felt that it would've been for nothing had he gone through with it. "It shouldn't have ended like this... Megumi." Axl softly said under his breath.

After regaining control over his body and revealing the wicked goddess's weak point, the vampiric samurai pierced the ground a few centimeters with his sword. He kneeled to show his appreciation for defeating the evil force that used him as a puppet. Now, he could see why his master was fascinated by the will of a single person. This same person was stripped of his powers and still faced death head-on. "May you rest for now. The next time we meet, it won't be as enemies, but acquaintances." Drawing his blade from the ground, Nagoriyuki sheathed it and took his leave.

The King of Illyria – his lifelong rival and their son-in-law – made his way over to them, stopping a few feet short to maintain distance. "It's finally over. They're gone. We can... we can go home now." Part of him wanted to hold a hand out to help him stand, yet he held back and deemed that action unnecessary. Ky's spirits rose once he noticed the man in front of him was taking steady deep breaths -- body slowly moving to show signs of life.

Right hand maintaining its grip on the Outrage's handle, his free hand lightly grasped one of hers. Face still downward, a weak smile formed. "...You think so?"

She couldn't believe it. He's hanging by a thread and using what energy he should be saving to answer her with a question of his own.

"I know so."

The past three weeks were a blur. From the day she woke up and adjusted to this new world to the present, where she aided in bringing down a god. She never would've guessed that any of these events could've transpired. In the days leading up to September 2016, she was a terminally ill scientist who refused any life-saving alternative to live past what little time she had left, insisting she spent it with her significant other. Fast forward to December 2187, and she was brought back to life and became the partner of humanity's savior -- the very same person, albeit for the last time.

_____

The next day, another patient was checked into the hospital. This time there wasn’t a commotion caused by bringing his unconscious form bursting through the front doors. She wasn’t strong enough to carry him in her arms like he held her – that’s what the gurney from the airship’s infirmary wing was for.

“I have a request. May I stay here until he recovers? I… I don’t want to leave him.”

Three days later, word had reached his family that he's – miraculously and defying all odds – alive. His refusal to follow the light after what had happened was attributed to his stubborn nature. The Grim Reaper knocked at his door, and he slammed it shut in their face. Occupying the same bed, in the same patient room as her around a month ago, the now de-powered hero lay hooked up to the vitals system.

"Is he going to be alright?"

"Hard to say, but he'll pull through. He did wake up this morning, so there's something, yeah?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but has anyone seen my mother? About my height, short red hair with white underneath, and wearing a blue leather jacket? She hasn't been seen since everyone returned."

"She's in the room and hasn't left at all. I had someone stop by the house and bring her spare clothes since she spent the last four days here."

"Oh, thank god." The queen was relieved to know her mother's whereabouts. She respected her parents' privacy by not asking if she was able to go in.

---

Ring-ring. Ring-ring. Ring-ring-ring.

Sighing in aggravation, she answered her phone. There was only one person she kept in contact with these past few days. "What do you want now? He's still not up, so stop cal-..."

"I was going to ask something else. I'm going to regret this, but are you still angry?"

"You're a smart man to keep your distance from me, but a dumbass to ask that. Of course, I am! You ruined our lives with your 'self-righteousness' and nearly brought another apocalypse."

"...Aria, I understand your rage. If only I could rewind time and prevent your illness. I shouldn't have forcibly converted him and disappeared with your sleep capsule. It wasn't my intention to have our research weaponized, but I was figuratively and literally held at gunpoint to hand it over to the US Government. I should've known better and anticipated that Chaos -- erm, the Original's creation would sabotage your activation. Your screams still haunt me... and... I'm... I'm sorry."

"Asuka."

"I can't fix this by excessively apologizing and listing off my crimes, but I hope everything goes well for you and Frederick."

"Whatever. Enjoy the moon, or don't." She ended the call before her former friend could reply. "Asshole." Aria slumped back in the chair and opened her book to the page she left off. "We should've launched you into the sun."

"Oh my. And I thought 'Sol' was a hothead. You're pretty harsh, you know that? It's more frightening than I-No on a good day." Jack-O's voice rang through. Capable of feeling and expressing emotions herself, the Valentine was taken aback at what she heard during their calls. "If possible, can we listen to his show sometime? Please?"

"...Okay."

"Thank you. ~"

---

Forty minutes after the heated conversation, a groggy voice broke the silence.

"Is the... afterlife a sterile... hospital room?" Frederick's eyes were half-open, staring directly at the ceiling.

Aria closed what she was reading and placed it on the counter. Ignoring the monitors that once kept track of her, she looked over his body to see minimal damage sustained. "Looks like you've still got some of that healing factor. Or you're just too hardheaded to die."

He slightly turned his head to face her. "Heh. Probably both."

Running a hand through his now short hair, her lips curved into an unsure smile. "Welcome back to the land of the living?"

"This doesn't look like heaven. If you're my welcome guide, then I'll stay." His body was still sore, but he extended his arm out for her to hold his hand. The warmth from the fire magic still dwelling within them made their contact feel safer.

"I should've worn that jumpsuit and halo." Her inner voice's reaction was an exaggerated throat clear. "But if I did," she held a finger to her temple, "I don't think she would've appreciated that."

"I would've been mildly annoyed at best. Mildly annoyed yet honored that you'd wear it because of what you did."

"You're really pissed off at Asuka, aren't you?"

"How much did you hear?"

"All of it. Didn't know you were capable of that."

"I felt like you after the second day." He took that as a friendly poke at his history. "Since you've saved the world for the last time, are you still up for that 'alternate life' you mentioned the other night? We don't have to stay at Ky and Dizzy's. They can arrange something for us."

His ears perked up at the suggestion. Did she remind him about his statement regarding them settling down? Having survived an act of God, living a quiet life together a few minutes out from the capital didn't sound like a terrible idea. "What did you have in mind?"

"A fair-sized home, nothing too big or small, probably just down the way from their place. I don't want to throw everything away and live in seclusion. We're way out of our own time, but we finally have a family, people who care about us, and we care about them in return. Unless you have a better idea?"

"I'm fine with anything. Can't imagine I'd be able to go out much or at all because I'm officially a dead man."

"Not too long ago, I was a dead woman walking. Besides, the world thinks that Sol Badguy is dead, not Frederick Bulsara."

"Point there. You know, now that I think about it, this situation is just like a month ago."

"With you in my place, but I didn't have to be dragged in? This is the same room where I spent my time recovering. It was also -..."

"Where you got your new start."

"Y-yeah. That's exactly it. This is where I woke up to my new life! Not as Justice, or Jack-O, but as myself. That same day, I met our daughter and her husband, and then I saw you again. Just this time... I've been here since you were checked in. Everyone tried to get me to leave, but I refused."

He noticed the duffel bag placed near the door. There was a pant leg hanging over one side of the unzipped bag, and next to it were two pairs of footwear. "Way to tug at the old heartstrings. Stubborn as always, aren't you?" If he were honest with himself, he wanted to do the same when she was still unconscious. He had the feeling that the IRMC staff wouldn't have thought about asking him to leave the premises, even though he almost kicked the doors clean off the first time.

"One of my best qualities." She winked at him, giggling at her remark.

"Hey, Aria."

"Hm?"

He slowly sat up despite the mild pain, leaning over to bring her in for a hug. "Thank you."

Aria returned the motion, both holding onto each other, not wanting to let go. She had felt incomplete up until this moment. Preventing the end was a combined effort, and she couldn’t be any happier to have been a part of that team.

A sense of déjà vu, the song playing on the radio had neared its end.

You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words...

"I love you."

[marshmallow-phd]

Midnight Hours

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Wolf!AU

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Summary: For you, being a good witch was easier said than done. Something dark was lurking inside of you and the others knew it. When you’re forced to tag along with Soomi and help a local wolfpack face a coming evil, you’re sent on a path that breaks into a crossroads. While you struggle with your inner demons, could the wolf Sehun be the key to your ultimate fate?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I 15 I 16 I 17 I Final

**

You scrambled back, falling back on your butt as you shook your head feverishly. “No. I don’t want that. Not ever.”

“It’s not so bad,” Molia cooed. She tried to reach out comfortingly, but you flinched away from her touch. It was an involuntary reaction, fearful that she would force the change upon you anyway. She “hmphed” at your response, pursing her lips in a very displeased manner. “I don’t know what you’re finding so bad about living forever – especially as a person free to choose whoever she wants.”

Your head was spinning. Here she was, offering you a way out… and you didn’t want it. As if fighting against her words, your own mind reminded you of the better moments with Sehun – moments so soft and so loving that you’d wondered if you were dreaming. You thought of his smile when he looked at you or when one of his brothers did something dumb. Your hand burned from the absence of his. And that’s when you knew you couldn’t do it. 

Can I tell you something?

Sure.

I love you.

A tear nearly fell down your cheek as you listened to that brief exchange over and over in your head. What had you been doing this whole time? Going on some misguided quest to prove that you were someone who could stand on their own two feet? Your entire life was testament to that. 

You’d screwed up. And at this point, it didn’t matter how pretty a picture Molia painted of a possible future, it was worthless without him.  

“I’d still choose him.”

The vampire blinked. “Excuse me?”

You smiled, wiping away the tear that had indeed fallen down with your sleeve as you stood to your feet. “Even if things were different and I had a choice, I’d still choose him.” It sounded so cheesy to your own ears, but you couldn’t hold back to the truth. “Yeah, he said some things that were hurtful, but I’m not innocent either. So, I’m sorry, Molia, but I can’t help you. No matter how nice it sounds, I can’t go through with it if it means fighting Sehun.”

Molia’s reaction was not what you expected. She didn’t yell or explode. She didn’t bare her fangs or pounce. No, all she did was sigh, as if she’d expected this all along.

“Some bits of magic really irritate me,” she murmured to herself. Straightening up, she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. “I wanted to avoid this, (y/n), but you leave me no choice.”

Before the thought of running could even cross your mind, Molia had you pinned to the ground, the air forced out of your lungs from the impact. The back of your skull bounced off the dirt, causing little black dots to dance around your vision. 

“What are you doing?” you grunted through your teeth as you tried to fight her off. But the vampire was stronger, sturdier. You were no more than a fly entangled in the black widow’s web. The more you struggled, the more trapped you became. 

“When you have unlimited time, you tend to practice a few things,” Molia laughed. Her eyes shined at your sad attempts to get away, like it was her favorite game. “I can’t do this without you and if that mutt is the reason you won’t be by my side, then I guess I’ll just have to take away your knowledge of him. Don’t worry, you’ll get back the memories by sunrise. But by then he may be nothing more than a pelt on my wall.”

“NO!” 

You fought harder, screaming Sehun’s name over and over, praying he would hear you. The sun was already beginning to set in the sky. Soon, the blood moon would rise. You couldn’t let her do this; you had to stop her. But as Molia placed her ice cold fingertips against your temples, murmuring an incantation, you could already feel yourself losing grip of the one thing that kept you grounded. Molia’s laugh echoed in your ears as your vision went black. 

**

Sehun stared up at the stars, shifting from foot to foot. It was here. 

Well… not here here, but tonight was the night. Tonight, the moon would rise high in the sky, the earth moving just so in between the moon and the sun, casting a reddish shadow on the large rock. How that could have any bearings on magic, Sehun didn’t know, but according to Soomi, magic stirred when nature chose so. 

The woods were quiet. It was unnatural how little sound was coming from the trees. 

On an average night, creatures of all sizes could be heard scurrying the forest floor, searching for their evening meal or getting ready to hide for the night so they would be safe while they slept. The silence that came from the lack of life was eerie, causing the hair to stand up on the back of Sehun’s neck. Had they all deserted the area knowing what was coming? That was common, wasn’t it? The animals in a certain area running for their lives just before a natural disaster? Even if it was a miniscule amount, Sehun hoped the damage wouldn’t be so devastating. He wasn’t sure how much more he could lose. 

“It’s time.”

Sehun snapped his head to look at the old woman he recognized from all those years ago when the pack rescued Jiyoung from being sacrificed. She hadn’t changed much since that day, but then again, she was already pretty haggard looking so there probably wasn’t much change that could be done. 

The old woman shifted her gaze from the sky to the crowd around her. Wolves and witches alike intermingled in the clearing outside the farmhouse. 

After two days of constantly searching the woods and still finding no trace of you, Junmyeon and Kris consulted with Soomi on any other options. The decision was made to bring in the head witches of the local coven to strengthen the power behind the locator spell. But they, too, had to wait for the moon. Thankfully not the blood moon, just for that stupid rock to be in the sky. At this moment, it was starting to peek over the pines, its white glow illuminating the area as if it were mid-day. 

The witches gathered in a circle around, joining hands around the unlit cluster of logs Soomi had carefully stacked earlier in the day. Sehun stayed close, not understanding a word the head crone was saying. After one stanza, the rest of the witches joined in. Their eyes were honed in on the logs. At first, nothing seemed to be happening. But magic always worked that way. 

A spark. A flicker of fame. A tiny fleck of ember rising into the sky. Then the ground shook, nearly knocking Sehun off his feet. The witches stayed in their positions unaffected. A fire burst forth from the wood, dancing nearly five feet in the air. But as quickly as they came… they disappeared. Only the slightest wisps of smoke gave any sign that a fire had been present. Not even the logs glowed in the aftermath. 

The witches broke the circle and the old woman shuffled over to Soomi, nodding once. 

“She knows where they are,” Soomi announced to the rest of the group.

“How?” Baekhyun asked. A few others in the pack exchanged similar looks of skepticism. 

“The flames told her,” was all Soomi explained. 

Junmyeon, Kris, and Sehun approached the two witches, eager for more details. 

“Where is she?” Sehun’s desperation was coming to a boiling point. The very edge of the moon was starting to darken. They were running out of time. 

The old woman pointed north. “There’s a hidden clearing a few miles out hidden by magic. Strong magic.”

“But you did find it?” asked Junmyeon. She nodded. “Then we go. Now.”

Kris frowned. “If we come across the clearing, will we see it?”

“Not at first,” Soomi answered. “That’s why we’re going with you.”

“It’s too dangerous.” Junmyeon shook his head, as if that was all it would take. 

“Junmyeon,” Soomi’s voice came out even and low. There was not an ounce of her usual bubbliness or positivity. Her face was ashen and grave. “Right now, the only thing we know is that (y/n) is out there. We don’t know if she’s hurt or if she’s joined with the witch that is hiding the two of them. Either way, you’ll be facing something powerful.”

“We’re immune to your magic.”

Soomi shook her head. “To direct spells and attacks, yes. But there are always loopholes. That immunity will not save you from drowning, or fire, or being crushed by rocks. You will need power on your side.”

As much as Sehun agreed with her, there was one part of her speech that stuck out to him. 

“Are you saying that we might have to fight (y/n)?” Sehun could feel his throat closing in, cutting off air from the lungs that were screaming for relief. 

“I don’t know what possibilities await us in that clearing,” Soomi admitted. “But we should be ready for every possibility.”

“What makes you think (y/n) might have sided with this… other witch?” Kris questioned. 

Soomi chewed on the inside of her cheek, not wanting to answer. But she had to. She was the one who’d voiced the original theory. “She’s been gone for several days. And she’s a fighter. She would have tried to escape or gotten out word where she was. Unless she was staying voluntarily.”

Kris cursed. Loudly. “So now Sehun’s mate might try to kill us.”

“She wouldn’t do that!” Sehun roared. You wouldn’t. He had enough faith in you to believe that. An exasperated huff pushed its way out of Kris’ mouth as he ran a stressed hand through his hair. 

“We still have to go, Kris,” Junmyeon said in a quiet voice. 

“I know,” Kris grumbled.

“Then let’s go.” Soomi looked back between the alphas before walking away. 

The rest of the pack joined them, waiting for orders. 

“We’ll shift here. Our wolveselves are our strongest forms, so it’s best to go all in.” As much as he tried to hide it, nervousness and anxiety was clearly exposed on Junmyeon’s face. This was the battle they all wish they could avoid.

Years ago, they were worried about an average witch. Easy enough to battle. Then there was the pack of hybrids. A harder fight, but they still came out on the other side. Even the hunters didn’t seem to be as big of a threat as they would have guessed. But this was different. This felt… impossible, if anyone were to ask Sehun. He couldn’t fight you. He certainly couldn’t watch his brothers try to harm you. 

So what was he going to do?

“Sehun!”

Snapping back, Sehun looked up to see the rest of the pack - save Junmyeon - had already shifted and was slowly working their way over to the northern treeline. Eight of them had a witch straddling their back. Sehun only nodded once before stripping away his shirt and pants, hitting the ground with all four paws in the blink of an eye. 

“Sehun?”

This time the voice was quieter, softer. Soomi approached him slowly. “May I?”

He motioned hard for her to get on. As soon as she was sitting on his back and her fingers were interlocked into his fur, he took off. 

Browning trees blurred all around him as he raced through the forest behind Junmyeon and the old woman. Sehun knew her name, but right he just couldn’t muster the concentration it would take to remember. All he could think about was going, keep going.  Get to the clearing. Get to you. Said old woman suddenly waved her hand in the air, prompting the rest of the witches to do the same. 

A shimmer caught Sehun’s eye in the darkness. The line of trees up ahead faded away to reveal the clearing they’d been searching for. Up in the sky, the moon was nearly completely in shadow. Only a sliver of silver remained. They were running out of time. 

Junmyeon screeched to a halt and they all followed suit. The witches slid off the backs of the wolves, ready for a fight. And one was apparently waiting for them. 

Near the center of the clearing were two figures, one familiar, the other… the other sent a shiver down Sehun’s spine. Standing next to you was a small woman with white blonde hair and ghostly skin. Even from this distance in the dark, he could make out the glowing red eyes. 

Definitely not Mina. But who the hell was she? An immortal, bloodthirsty witch could not be a good thing. 

“You came just in time,” the vampire said loudly. 

Sehun ignored her. His eyes went to you.

You were standing there, hands clenched into fists by your sides. You weren’t looking at him. Instead your eyes roamed over the entire group, settling on Soomi for a moment. He couldn’t help himself. He charged forward towards you. From the ground shot up a column of solid rock. It sent Sehun off his feet, flinging him to the grass and landing on his side hard enough to make him whimper. 

Shaking off the sudden attack, Sehun growled and looked up. But it wasn’t the blonde witch that had blocked his path. It was you. 

It was your hand that was outstretched, eyes narrowed at him. The witch next to you smirked. 

“You can’t fight us all,” Soomi yelled. “Just give it up now and we’ll have mercy on you.”

“Silly girl,” the vampire laughed. “You underestimate the both of us. Before you are the most powerful witches that Mother Nature has ever blessed. And together, we’ll make you all see who should truly be in charge of the covens.”

Soomi shook her head. “We’re not meant to be under one person. There is a reason the covens are individually self-ruled. (y/n), please, listen to me.”

You scoffed. “Listen to you? Why would I listen to you? All you’ve ever done is lie to me. You were always telling the elders what I was up to. Did you even think about defending me when they wanted to bind my powers? All the elders have ever wanted to do was take away the thing that made me special? Were you that jealous that you were willing to go along with them?”

“(y/n), I would never let them bind your powers!” Soomi stepped forward, arm outstretched towards the one she always thought of as her sister. 

“LIAR!”

With a scowl on her face, you swiped your arm in front of you, sending a burst of air that sent Soomi backwards through the air. Several witches ran towards her to see if she’d been hurt. From the way she gently pushed her helpers away, she seemed fine. For now. 

Pushing herself from her feet, Soomi started chanting. The witches next to her joined hands and started citing the incantation along with her. The vampire seemed unaffected. Her eyes turned up to the sky and she smirked. 

“The moon is red, (y/n). Can you feel it?”

You nodded, staring at the bright red-orange orb in the sky. “I can.”

“Remember what I told you.”

Again, you nodded. In sync, the two of you lifted your arms, curling the fingers to make claws of the hands that had once held Sehun so kindly. You shoved your gnarled hands downwards and the line of witches crumbled as well, crying out in pain. 

What were you doing?

Sehun took a different approach, crawling towards you with his ears back, hoping you would recognize him in this form. It was the wrong choice. 

Your eyes flickered towards him. Still keeping one hand towards the witches, you switched your concentration, twisting your fingers. 

Sehun cried out in pain as he stopped. It felt like his very veins were being stretched and choked. He had no control over his muscles no matter how loudly he commanded his limbs to move. Was this your doing? How was this even possible?

Sehun, what’s wrong? Junmyeon cried out in their shared connection

I don’t know, Sehun huffed back. I can’t move. And it hurts. I can’t fight it. I think- I think it might be (y/n) doing it.  

Chanyeol, Minseok, you approach from the front, Kris ordered. Tao and I will come from behind and take them out that way. 

No! Sehun let out a warning growl. 

I don’t take orders from you, Sehun. 

They won’t harm her, Junmyeon promised. 

Sehun whimpered. He didn’t want them going anywhere near you with their claws and teeth. He just needed to get closer to you then you would see, then you would be fine. 

Chanyeol and Minseok charged forward, flying past the line of witches. It was distracting enough. 

You let go of your hold on some of your coven and on Sehun to block the wolves’ way. You sent column after column of soil and rock into the air, but they were quick, dodging each strike with only the slightest of hesitation. 

The vampire’s attention was also occupied by the oncoming wolves. Behind the two of you, Kris and Tao rushed, tackling you both to the ground. Sehun was quick to shift as his gray brother pinned you down. 

“No! Tao!” He ran to you on his slower, human legs. Tao wasn’t harming you, but he was strong enough to keep you from escaping. Until you sent a kick into his stomach with your boot.

Tao whined and you were able to somehow get him off of you with a gust of wind. You struggled to get up to your feet. Tao was disoriented enough to not attack you a second time. 

“(y/n)!” Sehun was just about to reach you, just about to hold you again when suddenly a wall of water grew from the ground, freezing solid and blocking his path once more. 

A whimper cut through the air. The vampire’s hands were on fire and Kris was now sporting two charred spots near his shoulders. Sehun ran around the wall to find you hovering in the air, staring down at the old woman who had made her way to you. 

“(y/n), you know in your heart this is wrong.”

Your face twisted into one of rage. “You were supposed to protect me! But what have you really done? You’ve stopped me from using my own gifts. I’ve learned more in the past few days than I ever have under you.”

“And that was wrong of me,” the old woman admitted. “I should have nurtured you better. Your parents left you in my care and I failed in letting you understand your true self. But I know this isn’t it. This person who is raising herself above others, talking of ruling the witches of this world, that’s not you.”

“You don’t know me at all,” you hissed. 

“I know the little girl I raised, that I held when she was sick and sang to sleep when she had nightmares.”

If the old woman thought bringing up those memories would get through to you, she was utterly wrong. All it did was fuel your long suppressed anger.

Vines sprung up from the dirt. The tick green ropes wrapped around her wrists and ankles, holding her hostage. 

“(y/n), come down please!” Sehun pleaded. Even though he was sure this wouldn’t work, he’d hoped that maybe he could get you to lower yourself enough for him to pull you down the rest of the way. While chaos was happening all around you, in the sky, there seemed to be nothing but peace. Your hair wasn’t whipping around you nor your clothes ruffled. You simply stood there, feet supported by nothing, as you stared down at him curiously. 

“How do you know my name?” you asked calmly. 

What? “(y/n), it’s me. It’s Sehun!”

“I don’t know a Sehun.”

If he had the ability, Sehun would have disintegrated into a million pieces right then and there. How could you not know who he was? He clutched his chest, but the emptiness of a severed connection wasn’t there. He still felt you as strongly as ever. 

“I don’t know you,” you repeated. “And you don’t know me.”

Sehun swallowed. He had to pick up the challenge you’d unconsciously thrown down. To his left, the pack and witches were busy fighting your still unnamed partner. The blonde threw balls of fire at their heads with one hand, barely missing within centimeters of their ears. With her other hand, she controlled the few she could with the strange, impossible magic he’d experienced from you. 

“I know you pick at your fingernails when you’re nervous.” He took a cautious step. When you didn’t strike him down, he took another. “I know wind and fire were easier for you to handle, but you like the way the rain feels against your skin. I know you still hurt from your parents leaving you behind.” You seemed to be listening, even lowering your altitude little by little until your feet were once again on solid ground. “I know what makes you laugh and smile. I know the different ways you roll your eyes, when you’re trying not to laugh and when you’re truly annoyed. I know you like to be alone when you need to think and I know you care about others even though you’re afraid to show it.” 

There was almost no room between the two of you now. Tears made your eyes glassy. He was touching something inside of you, he just knew it.

“How do you know all that?” you whispered. Deciding to take another risk, he reached out and took your hand. He placed your palm against his bare chest, letting you feel the warmth of his skin and beating of his heart. “Why do you feel so familiar?”

“Because you’re my mate, (y/n). I don’t know why you don’t remember that, but I will help you remember. I would go to the ends of the earth for you. Because I love you.”

You snatched your hand away, a coldness left behind. “No, you don’t. No one does. No one really cares.”

“That’s a lie,” Sehun snapped back. “You know it is. We all love you. Soomi, Harper, Chanyeol, even Little Mei. You are loved, (y/n). And you don’t need to take over the world to see that.”

They were losing. Sehun didn’t know if he was winning in getting through to you, but the others were now locked in a ring of fire. The blonde laughed maniacally as she forced two of the witches to their feet, seemingly forcing them to walk towards the flames. He needed to succeed. He knew only you could defeat this woman. 

“I don’t want to take over the world,” you said so quietly it was almost as if the words hadn’t really been said at all. “I just want to be myself.”

“With me, you will always be yourself. You’ll be free. I swear to you.” And with that, he took his final risk. He reached out and tucked your hair behind your ear. Leaning in little by little, he came closer with your lips in his sights. If there was one thing you should remember, even subconsciously, it was how he showed you his love. 

Whoosh! 

Pain flared on his back. A cry left his throat and he fell down to the ground. Already he could smell burning flesh, the stinging singe spreading between his shoulder blades. 

“No!” You dropped to your knees just as fast. 

“Don’t listen to him, (y/n),” the vampire ordered. “His pretty words are meaningless.”

But it was too late. He could see the recognition in your eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, taking his face in your hands. “Sehun, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re back,” he sighed. “That’s all that matters.”

You pulled your gaze away from him to the woman who’d caused all of this. “It’s over, Molia. Just let them go.”

The woman named Molia took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. “I’m disappointed. I didn’t realize you would be so weak, so easily swayed.”

“I’m sorry, too,” you replied as you and Sehun stood. You positioned yourself in between the witch and Sehun. “But this isn’t right. You know it isn’t.”

“You know nothing, child! And I’ll show you what happens when you turn against me.”

“Molia, don’t- AH!” 

Your arms constricted to your sides and your knees buckled. Sehun charged at the witch, claws bared. But she took him down with another shot to the chest. 

“No! Sehun!” 

The witch stood over him. Triumph sang in her eyes. “Maybe when I get rid of you, she’ll see reason again.”

“That won’t matter,” Sehun choked out. “She knows what’s right. She always has.”

Flame burst forth from her fingers, the oranges and reds telling Sehun exactly what his fate would be. However, a miracle happened.

The blood moon was over. Once again, silver shined in the moon. Sehun didn’t understand the connection, but he was thankful for it. 

Somehow that event allowed you to break free from the witch’s power. As she raised her hand, you screamed out. Blue lightning sparked on your fingers before shooting forward and hitting the vampire in the chest. Cries of agony echoed through the clearing as she burst into flames, transforming into ashes that would never again cause harm. 

Sehun was happy. He was relieved. But he could feel something was wrong. His vision was beginning to blur. He knew you were calling his name, but it sounded far away. As hard as he tried to fight it, soon, the darkness took over.

[vannahfanfics]

Hello! Can I request some Hawks/Fuyumi (huwumi) from bnha with the prompt 11. Moonlight (Grace Vanderwaal) or any other prompt you think that might fit them? I really love these two together 'cause they have so much potential as a couple considering their plot in the manga. I hope you can write something about them. Thank you :)

Thank you for your patience. At long last, here’s your story! I hope you enjoy it and always feel free to request again!

Two-Toned

“Oh, dear,” Fuyumi sighed. “Is it really that latealready?” She was frowning deeply as she gazed nervously out of the spaciouswindow beside her desk in her currently empty classroom. Above the silhouettedskyline, the night sky was enveloping the world in its gentle, dark embrace.The moon was a slim crescent, diminishing the amount of light it was able tocast upon the world, and the stars were blotted out by a combination of bothwispy gray clouds and the light pollution of the populated city- meaning thatthe only things that would illuminate Fuyumi’s way home were the puddles oflight splashing down on the sidewalk from the flickering lampposts. She hadn’tmeant to stay in the school building so late grading papers, but once she goton a roll, it was very difficult to pry her attention away from her task. “Oh,dear,” she tutted once more to herself, but there was nothing for it; she hadto get home at some point, after all, and it wouldn’t do to stay out any laterthan this. She quickly gathered her things into her spacious satchel beforescurrying out of the door, being sure to lock her classroom behind her.

Fuyumi reflexively clutched her bag close to her hipas she scurried quickly and purposefully down the sidewalk. It wasn’t like shehad anything valuable to the average person. The act of grounding herself tothe bag seemed to alleviate her anxieties somewhat, but only just. Even withheroes patrolling the city day and night, the streets at night were still adangerous place for a young woman such as herself. Besides, despite everything,many crimes went unpunished and even unwitnessed to heroes, because they simplycouldn’t be everywhere at once, and if criminals had proved anything, they wereadaptable and cunning. If I could just make it to the train station, I’ll bejust fine, she told herself with a small gulp. Statistically speaking,crime rates were still relatively low, so the chances of anyone hassling Fuyumiwere favorable.

As it turned out, statistics were not in herfavor that evening.

A shiver crawled up her spine as a sharp wolf-whistlepierced the cool night air. The fine hairs on the back of her neck began toraise as thudding, heavy footsteps overshadowed her own light, feverish ones.She knew that someone was walking behind her, perhaps even multiple someones. Staycalm, she told herself as she dug her trembling fingers further into thebrown fabric of her satchel. If she stopped and acknowledged them, then she waspretty much allowing herself to become a victim. She cast a fervid glance intothe glass window of the next building she passed; her face paled frightfully asshe caught glimpses of two male figures tromping behind her own reflection.They were very obviously staggering drunk. Stay calm, she remindedherself. Even her inner voice was squeaking in fright.

“Hey, baby. It’s a little late to be out by yourself,”slurred one of the strangers. Invisible hackles raised over her shoulders atthe proximity of his sluggish voice. Involuntarily, her pace quickened untilshe was jogging feverishly down the street. The train station was close, right?Her fear-fogged mind was mixing up the directions that had become secondnature. Suddenly, the buildings didn’t look familiar; had she somehow made awrong turn? Surely not, she thought she recognized that little cake shop on thecorner, but then again, maybe it just looked a lot like the one she bought amuffin and coffee from every morning. Was it even a cake shop at all?

Her breath came in ragged gasps as fear and exertionbegan to overtake her system. Dammit, she should have invested in that pepperspray like Natsuo told her to! She could hear the men laughing raucously behindher and their slamming footsteps.

“Why are you running, doll?”

“Yeah, we just want to chat! The night is young! Let’sgo drinkin’!”” the other yowled not unlike a feral beast on the chase. Scaredtears began to sting Fuyumi’s eyes as she desperately repeated “train station,train station” under her breath like a prayer. The soles of her flats scrapedloudly against the sidewalk as she whirled around a corner, hoping the suddenand athletic movement would be too much for the drunkards to replicate. It was;they cursed angrily as they slammed halfway against the brick corner andtumbled over some silver trash bins. Had Fuyumi executed her plan perfectly,she would have created enough distance between them to escape. However, it wasclear that luck had abandoned her. She whimpered pitifully as she staredwide-eyed and tearfully at the eight-foot-tall dirty brick wall that wasobstructing her path.

“Aw, doll, you just wanted to find somewhere private?How nice of ya,” one of the drunks crooned before giving a disgusting, loudbelch. Stay calm, stay calm, you just have to catch them by surprise andpush by, Fuyumi told herself frantically as she whirled on her heel andfaced her stalkers. She gulped loudly as she held her satchel up to her chest,almost like a shield. Their hulking forms eclipsed the little amount of lightpouring in from the lit street; their shadows stretched yards, ending rightbefore Fuyumi’s quivering form. “Don’t be scared, doll,” echoed the sing-songvoice laced with ill intent. “We just want to have a nice talk over a couple o’drinks.”

“You look like such a pretty, nice lady. You’llindulge us, right?” the other cooed in a false soothing façade.

“I am not interested,” she stated clearly. Her voicewas much stronger and firmer than her frantic soul; even in this state, shecould somehow summon her teacher’s scolding voice. “Please excuse me.” It was afool’s thought to think that politeness would get her anywhere with thesethugs. All she earned in response were a pair of bitter resounding laughs.Fuyumi reflexively backed up against the wall as they continued to lumbertowards her, swaying like nightmarish beasts.

“Why the hurry?”

“Yeah, all you uptight girls just need to let looseand have a little fuuuuuuun,” he stretched out the word into a slurred drawlthat made every inch of Fuyumi’s skin crawl. As one of them neared close enoughfor arm’s reach, she snatched up the closest discarded item- a splintered slabof plywood- and lashed out at him.

“Get away from me!” she screeched. Her attacksurprised him and his reflexed weren’t exactly stellar given his immenseinebriation, so the hunk of wood actually connected with his skull.Unfortunately, the wood was half-rotted and thin to begin with, so rather thanknocking him out, it snapped in half on contact and only served to infuriatehim. Fuyumi yelped as he roughly grabbed the remaining piece of wood and yankedit right out of her hands to toss it down the alleyway. The clouds parted justenough to allow the sliver of the moon to shine down on the harrowing sceneunfolding in the alleyway; the thin trail of blood leaking from the gash in hisforehead glowed like a fiery ruby, matching the flame of anger burning deep inthe dark pits of his eyes.

“Lady,” he snarled, “That hurt.” Fuyumi inhaledsharply and pressed back so hard against the wall that the indentations of thebrickwork were sure to be imprinted into her skin. Her knees buckled againstone another and refused to unlock, leaving her just a quivering, vulnerablemess. Was this really it? Was she really just going to stand there and be avictim? She always prided herself in being strong and capable, willful androbust, but it was like every ounce of her courage had been siphoned away withthat one dreadful, murderous look. She begged her body to do something,anything, but it refused to comply. She could almost see the cloud of mistpouring from her mouth as her entire body froze into a block of ice. She turnedher attention to desperate, silent prayers, calling out on instinct to herfamily.

Natsuo. Shoto. In her addled state, she would eventake her shitbag of a father.

“Someone, please save me,” she breathed as fourgroping hands reached for her, unseen in the dark of the moonlit night.

“Now, that is no way to treat a young lady.”

“Oh!” Fuyumi exclaimed as her red-and-white hair andthe loose fabric of her dress ruffled wildly with the onslaught of a sudden,swirling wind. The air rang with the fluttering of countless feathers as thewind descended before her, and the hulking frames of the two drunks wasreplaced by a strong back adorned with two large, red wings. Lazily, a handdrifted up to weave through tousled blonde locks.

“Nope, nope,” clucked the hero before her in scolding,“ladies should be treated with respect and dignity- not herded into a dirtyalleyway like livestock for the slaughter.” Though his tone started offlighthearted and almost unbothered at first, by the end of the sentence it haddeveloped such a hard and savage edge that even Fuyumi winced, though it was inno way directed at her.

“Oh, shit, it’s Hawks! What the hell is he doing allthe way over here?” one of them cried fearfully.

“Who gives a fuck? Run!” The other barked.Fuyumi could not see them behind the sprawling mass of those ruby-red wings,but she imagined they were clumsily turning on their heels to flee like thecowards they were.

“Nope, nope. Class ain’t dismissed,” Hawks sighed.Based on the flex of his toned shoulder muscles, she guessed his arms snappedout to grasp them by the backs of their necks. She was so impressed with hisspeed and agility that she completely missed the very obvious reference to herprofession that implied familiarity on his part. A very loud thunking combinedwith piercing yelps indicated he had banged their heads together to daze them.“Really? You dopes make all that fuss, and that’s all it takes to knock youout? I’m disappointed,” Hawks pouted with a tiny flutter of his wings. Fuyumiwatched owlishly as he deposited them a few feet away; she grimaced at the veryobvious goose eggs growing on each of their foreheads. They would be feelingthat in the morning, for sure. “Now, to get you punks to the slammer before youwake up and have any more bright ideas,” the winged hero muttered under hisbreath as he quickly typed a text into his smartphone. He gave no notice toFuyumi. Blinking, she timidly peeled herself off the wall to shyly take a fewsteps toward him.

“Um… Mr. Hawks… sir?”

“Oh, right, are you hurt, miss?” he laughed, shovinghis phone deep into his pocket and rubbing the back of his neck with a brightsmile. “Sorry, sorry, I was alerting the authorities; I didn’t mean to ignoreyou.” For a pro hero, he sure is… flighty… The adjective was almost tooappropriate. He smiled wider when she shook her head. “Good, good. Endeavorwould sure drive a stick up my ass if you got hurt on my watch- uh, pardon thelanguage,” he corrected quickly as a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

“Oh! No, it’s not that, um. I just wasn’t aware thatyou were familiar with my father.” Fuyumi had been under the impression thathis assistance in her father’s televised fight was mere circumstance.

“Nope, nope! We’re buddies!” Hawks grinned widely.Fuyumi had to giggle; most definitely, it was a one-sided friendship, knowingher father’s grumpiness. Though Fuyumi had been through such a harrowingexperience, his easy-going nature and smile was doing wonders to drive her downfrom that adrenaline high. She hugged the satchel of papers to her chest as shesmiled shyly.

“Oh, well… I appreciate your help.”

“No problem~” he chirped with a dismissive wave.“You’re a little late in your schedule, though, yeah?” Fuyumi’s eyes widened asshe stared at him blankly. How could he know that? It was his turn to blush.“Ah, no,” he stammered quickly while holding out his hands in an appeasinggesture. “It’s not like I stalk you or anything; I just, uh, always fly overhere because there’s this place that has suuuuuper awesome bubble tea, yeah,and I always see you walking home at the same time, you know? I mean, you’rejust, uh, really noticeable. In a good way! You don’t look weird or anything!Um. Maybe I should stop talking?” His wings drooped low as he lookeduncomfortably at her. Fuyumi ought to be a little creeped out, she supposed,but he was just so cute and flustered that she just found it all endearing. Hiseyebrows sloped downward worriedly as she began to laugh lightly.

“It’s all right. I feel grateful that the number-twohero takes notice of a quaint little teacher such as myself.” The bubble teashop was right next to the school she taught at, so it wasn’t much wonder heknew she taught, either. Honestly, Fuyumi was quite flattered. A famous hero,taking notice of her? It was dreamlike. A bashful smile graced his pretty faceas he fluttered his wings hopefully. Fuyumi suddenly gulped as she beheld themarvelous appendages. She was no stranger to famous heroes, and after watchingthe televised fight, she had taken notice of Hawks and begun following hisexploits. After all, she wasn’t blind; he was handsome and, dare she say,dreamy. As such, she had harbored a wee little fantasy. “M-may… May I touchyour wings?” she whispered. His eyes widened and he compulsively looked at oneof them.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he shrugged and extended one out forher. She sucked in a sharp breath as she admired the way the scarce moonlightplayed over the surface of the feathers, tainting the red hue with a silver-redcolor. Hesitantly, as if she were about to commit some blasphemous act eventhough he had expressly given her permission, she stretched out a hand. Thevery tips of her fingers just barely shook as they journeyed across the smallspace before connecting with the blades of his wings. She could not help butopenly sigh as her fingers came into contact with the impeccably soft feathers.Her expression melted as she softly stroked the downy mass. Somehow, it wasrelaxing. Her fingertips skipped up to run across the hard bone of the frame ofhis wings, feeling the occasional tiny notch of a scar. She wonderedmomentarily how many battles he had been in, but it flew from her mind as hejumped slightly. “Sorry, it tickles a little,” he smiled nonchalantly at her asshe looked at him. Hey eyebrows crept up her forehead slightly, as the dustingof pink across his cheeks did not go unnoticed by her. She looked back down atthe wings. Though she ached to just dive her hands into the soft feathers andplay with them, that was stepping a little over the line, she reasoned.

“Erm… Thank you,” she said and retracted her handbefore she grew too bold. He rolled his shoulders as he pulled the wing backin, before lifting his visor to smile at her with glittering eyes. Sirens werebeginning to wail in the distance, growing closer by the second. Fuyumi felt alittle saddened by their implications. “I… suppose it is time for you to leave,isn’t it?”

“Now, what kind of hero would I be if I didn’t escorta young lady home?” Bird-like as he was, his voice still rumbled like a cat’spurr. It vibrated in Fuyumi’s chest, stirring her heart up into a frenzy. Shestraightened up reflexively as he took a few steps toward her, now standingless than a third of a foot in front of her; if he puffed out his chest enough,theirs would meet. “That is, if the young lady would grace me with her presencea little longer.”

“Oh, dear,” she breathed out. She couldn’t help it. Helooked impossibly sexy; the moonlight was framing him just right, catching allthe highlights in his hair and accenting all the ridges of his face and makinghis wings shine like that of a true angel’s. She found herself nodding beforeshe could even command her brain to think about his question.

“May I?” he asked chivalrously and held out his armswith a slight stoop of his body, obviously intending to scoop her up into hisarms. Again, her head bobbled in an entranced nod. As his thick arms slippedaround her, one bumping into the backs of her knees and the other securing heraround her shoulders as she stumbled into him, she automatically grabbed ontohis sturdy shoulders. Immediately, her fingers itched with the inane need totrace the lines of his muscles so obviously encased by his hero uniform. Herface immediately flared pink at her indecent thoughts. This was a pro hero!Holding her close… His breath mixing with hers in close proximity… Really, shecould kiss him without much effort… She wondered if it would be a welcomereward for her rescue? Oh, dear, Fuyumi! Hush! She begged herself.Almost as if he was reading her mind, he smirked knowingly down at her. “Youbetter hold on,” he remarked just as the police cars pulled up and the officersexited. “Thank you, gentlemen, but I gotta fly! I’ll come and give report atthe station later Oh, dear, that’snice… she thought absently, not even really aware of the way her two-tonedhair was flapping in her face.

“You’re missing the view,” Hawks laughed at her. Shewrenched herself back into the present and hastily swept her hair from her faceto look around.

What a view it was.

“Oh, dear…” Though only a few seconds had passed, theywere now sailing high above the city line. The lights of cars and buildingstwinkled in little orbs below, mirroring the expanse of the black sky above herhead. Everything seemed so small, so inconsequential, that it took Fuyumi’sbreath away. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is.” She looked at him and blushed when she foundhim staring directly at her. Momentarily, she wondered if she had been watchingtoo many cheesy chick flicks and was dreaming. She pinched herself, sure thatshe would awaken in her bed with no memory of how she got there, but though thesharp pinch made her nerves complain loudly, she didn’t jolt up in her bed. Thisis… real… she thought as she stared deeply into his golden-brown eyes. “Youknow, we’re acquainted so well, and yet I don’t even know your name,” hechuckled bashfully all of a sudden.

“Fuyumi,” she answered with no hesitation. “FuyumiTodoroki.” The smile he gave her was one laced with obvious affection.

“Huh. Imagine that. A beautiful name to match a beautifulface.” It was such an obvious flirt that Fuyumi became overwhelmingly shy andburied her face into his shoulder, feeling it jump as his laugh rang out in thenight air.

“Do you flirt so shamelessly with every young womanyou rescue?”

“Nope, nope, just pretty teachers.” Oh, he’s arascal, she thought with a twist of her stomach, but she couldn’t deny thatshe was very excited by it all. After all, she would be a fool of a woman notto be! Hawks seemed like he was genuine enough, too.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Do I get to know your real name?” she asked, liftingher head to peer up at him. He gazed thoughtfully at her for a moment beforegiving her a lop-sided smirk.

“Depends. Do I get to have the young lady’s phonenumber?”

Instead of an answer, she gave him another embarrassedsqueal and buried her face back into his broad shoulder. He had been soflustered earlier, but now he was spitting game like it was second nature tohim! He was laughing again, and the way her head was jostling up and down withevery loud chuckle didn’t help the nervous twisting of her belly. “Keigo,” hesaid suddenly, making her look up at him in mild shock. “Call me Keigo.”

“Keigo,” she repeated softly. “It has a nice ring toit.”

He snorted with a smile and turned his head as his wingsshifted to bank sharply, catching the light of the moonlight in such a way thatthey glowed mostly white, but two-toned with occasional dark streaks of redwith the way the shadows fell. Fuyumi smiled and reached up to play with theends of her wind-swept two-toned hair, thinking that in the moonlight, theymatched.

What were the implications of that, shewondered?

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[reyxa]

can’t we all just get oolong? ch. 2

AO3

title: can’t we just get oolong? author: Reyxa rating: T summary: au where zuko and iroh settle in ba sing se post-banishment. when a pretty water bender start frequenting the jasmine dragon, zuko’s world turns upside down.

note: slightly shorter chapter this time around but the next one will be Beefy so stay tuned!!

Chapter 2: White Tea

Katara has spent the whole morning distractedly tugging on her braid, a little anxious at the notion of returning to the Jasmine Dragon.

It’s less that she thinks it’s dangerous and far more that she’s nervous to see Zuko. She hates more than anything the way he stirs her chest, the way his name is etched across her mind right now.

“Katara!” Aang jolts her from her reverie, calling her name as he emerges from their bathroom. “You wanna go looking for your mom’s necklace today?”

She searches desperately for an excuse. She just can’t take Aang with her to the teashop. She wouldn’t risk it, especially since it seems like those two firebenders had ties to Azula herself. It would be too dangerous touting the Avatar around like that.

And maybe a part of her really just wants to scope out the teashop again by herself.

“We can’t, Aang.” Sokka pipes up before Katara can even begin to form coherent sentences. “I really want to go talk to some more aristocrats and government officials around here. Knock on some doors.” he combs his hair into his wolf tail as he speaks, squinting into the mirror. “Remember that one guy across the street who warned us about the Dai Li after Joo Di left that first day searching for Appa? I’m sure there’s more people around here willing to talk to us and having the Avatar around won’t hurt.”

Toph is toying with her headband, using it to poke between her toes. “I’m with Snoozles. We should really try to get our plans to the Earth King as fast as possible. Then we can get the hell out of this city.”

Katara hops off the couch to refill her waterskins at the basin, trying to hide her relieved expression. “They’re right, Aang. We should focus on finding Appa and figuring out the invasion first. I’m sure my necklace will turn up! It always does.”

Aang nods. “Yeah, I get it. But we’ll find it as soon as we can, okay?”

She smiles reassuringly.

~

Zuko peers into the teashop from behind the counter, counting the amount of customers who need serving. Sure that his uncle can handle it on his own for a while, Zuko slips out the backdoor into the alley.

The alley is empty save for a few abandoned carts collecting dust. The bustle of the main streets can be heard on either side but hardly anyone glances into the dark cove.

The mid-afternoon sun is high and heavy, but Zuko relishes its presence. He draws on its heat, feels it burn through his veins. Breathing deeply, eyes closed in concentration, he slides into a basic stance.

Drawing on his inner fire, he steps and throws a punch down the alley.

He opens one eye, praying for some sort of flame. His fist smolders, prickling with a fire that won’t burst.

He grunts and throws a regular punch at the wall, hardly feeling the skin on his knuckles split against the brick.

The one thing he was born to do and he can’t even do that.

Okay, okay, what would Uncle say right now? he contemplates, holding his mildly bleeding hand against his chest. ‘Zuko, it is not your ability that is wanting but your ability to look within yourself to seek your true abilities.’ he groans internally. That still makes no sense.

Shaking his head, he commits to working through a few more firebending forms, at most producing short erratic sparks. He isn’t sure how much time has passed but sweat is pouring down his temples and drenching his Jasmine Dragon uniform.

He throws in the towel, mounting frustration turning his mind to shreds. Wiping sweat with the corner of his apron, he slides back into the shop.

As much as he wants to rush upstairs and wash the afternoon off himself, his uncle is waiting by the door, tapping his foot expectantly. “What were you up to, nephew?

Zuko sighs. “I was trying to firebend.”

Iroh’s brow lifts in surprise. “Firebending? Any particular reason?”

Bracing himself for another lecture, Zuko stalks over to the teapots, pouring himself a chilled glass. “How many times do I have to explain, Uncle? Azula is on our tails! She’ll be expecting a fight, you know how she is.”

“This again.” Iroh shakes his head. “Prince Zuko, I understand I cannot remove this notion that the Fire Nation is chasing you. I know it is both what you fear and what you desire. But, please, at least do not let my teashop become collateral damage to your ways.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Zuko storms out into the teashop, piling dirty cups angrily.

He feels like he’s teetering on the edge, like his mind is a hurricane thrashing away at his grip on reality. The last time he had felt so tumultuous, he was angry at being stuck here in Ba Sing Se, instead of being allowed by his Uncle to chase the Avatar. All he had wanted was to return home, Avatar in tow. He had been neglectful of his burn wounds, barely caring for his health and lashing out at his uncle who did.

It had taken a long time for that anger to turn to dejection to turn to acceptance of his circumstance.

But the sight of that girl, with eyes bluer than Ember Island oceans and fierce unyielding words spilling past her lips, had made him regress. She’s a curse, he knows it.

But something tells him she’s his answer too.

~

Katara knows breaking into an unsuspecting teashop full of firebenders in the middle of the night may not be her brightest idea yet but it’s too late to turn back.

The streets are emptied save for a few Dai Li posts but she fancies herself a master of stealth as she hugs the shadows. Her shoes are soundless against the stone-paved streets and she keeps half of her water tucked in the palm of her hand.

The gang still hadn’t really figured out what the deal with the Dai Li is quite yet but Katara does know she’d rather not get caught breaking curfew. She had noticed their piercing gazes and Joo Di’s tight smile when any Dai Li were posted nearby. Though the city was a refugee haven, something told Katara they wouldn’t care very much that she was the Avatar’s companion if she were caught breaking the rules.

The sound of feet slipping against stone whispers in her ear, sending her ducking into an alley until her heart stopped pounding in her ears. The patrol of Dai Li, marching in stiff lines to match their stern faces, pass by her hiding spot without glancing her way.

She steals further down the dark alleyway, not particularly sure where in Ba Sing Se she was. Navigation is Sokka’s thing and she’s only been to the Jasmine Dragon once.

Sighing, she heads back down the main street, still lurking in the shadows. Time passes her by but the moon remains high in the sky, lighting her path.

“Hey! You’re breaking curfew!” a voice shouts behind her.

Katara’s spine stiffens, heart pounding wildly. She draws the rest of her water from her water skin, its presence assuring her she would not be the captured one tonight. She pivots on her toes to face the Dai Li voice.

His rocks are poised to handcuff, feet already in an earthbending stance.

But it isn’t her he’s shouting at.

Dirt flies as she throws herself behind a vacant food stall. She counts her heartbeat as the altercation develops to blows.

“I need back up!” The Dai Li soldier shouts. Katara can hear the sounds of struggle but she isn’t sure who was on the other side.

Against her better judgement, she peeks over the dusty wooden table. The Dai Li soldier slides into his bending forms solidly, pushing rock after rock. Clearly trained well, he springs off the wall as he narrowly escapes the deadly end of twin swords.

Twin swords Katara finds a little familiar.

No way.

Scrambling on hands on knees, she crawls closer to the fight. Her head pokes out from the left side. Across the stone-paved street is the Dai Li agent, sweating under his green robes as he ducks under the reach of a broadsword. Two other agents run in from the far side of the street, faces illuminated beneath the street lamps. Between them is the swordwielder, a flurry of motion as he fights off the agents. A mask conceals his features, a taunting blue smile with tusks on each end.

The man hesitates just for a second before throwing one of his swords to pin a soldier against the wall. Katara can’t help but imagine golden eyes staring at her.

She wants to run. Go back home or keep skirting the streets to find the Jasmine Dragon but she feels glued to her spot as the swordwielder takes hit after hit. He remains soundless, even as a boulder to the chest takes him down. His last sword skitters out of reach.

The Dai Li wear triumphant smiles as they wrestle him to his feet to cuff him. The flash of Water Tribe lapis lazuli tied around his wrist winks at her for a second before rock binds his hands together.

Her heart stops, she blinks as if imagining it. Sighing, she rises to her feet, watching a Dai Li agent reach for his mask. I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I?

Adrenaline is already filling her veins as her waterskins pop open.

Feet pounding against the pavement, she encases her arms with the water and reaches across the street to the agent. The water stretches, wrapping around his shoulders. Katara flicks her wrist, throwing the man against the wall.

Her water splashes over the masked man and the other agent who takes no time to summon a few boulders.

She skids out of their path, throwing ice shards at the agent. His distraction with her loosens the grip he has on the man in cuffs. She watches the rock encasing crumble away from his wrists as he slams them against the brick wall. Katara can’t help a silent smile as he rushes to grab his swords.

Dai Li agents seem to double in numbers every second that passes. They emerge from the shadows and Katara finds herself fearing arrest. For every single agent she knocks out, two others replace him.

She sweeps her leg, water follows its trail and knocks back several Dai Li agents. A presence at her back sets her spine straight but it’s only the masked stranger standing at her back, swords a swift blur.

Instinct takes over. Her body moves through bending forms on its own volition while overly aware of the potential firebender at her back.

A streetful of Dai Li agents either lying unconscious on the pavement or pinned to several buildings are left when they’re done.

Katara’s panting wildly, her heart pounding out of her chest. So much for a discreet heist.

“Come with me.” the masked man grabs her risk and drags her off before she can bother protesting.

~

Zuko tears off his mask as they duck into the alleyway behind the Jasmine Dragon. He waits for surprise to flicker over the waterbender’s face but it doesn’t come.

She simply looks at him, arms crossed. “I have questions.”

“It seems like you always have questions.” he rolls his eyes, sheathing his swords.

Indignation fills her voice. “Yeah, well you owe me answers! Why do you have my mother’s necklace? You took it from me on purpose, didn’t you? Of course you did, why wouldn’t you stoop so low, firebender? You know—”

He grabs her shoulders, hushing her quietly. “Please, stop. You talk more than my uncle.”

Her blue eyes blaze. “Fine. Say your piece.”

He shakes his head. She really is something. “Fine. I didn’t take your necklace, you left it here.”

“And you decided to comb the streets of Ba Sing Se looking for me?! Why?” she’s straining to keep her voice low.

“Let me talk!” Zuko didn’t exactly have an answer as to why he thought taking the necklace and sneaking out would be a good idea. There was a very slim chance he would run into her or find where she was staying but he had taken the chance anyway. He can’t help but feel a little smug that it worked out. “I needed answers. I needed to know what you know about Azula.”

“I’m still not convinced you’re not working with her. Your uncle is nice enough but you, I don’t know.” she steps away from him, eyeing the necklace dangling from his wrist.

“I’m not working with my sister and I never would!” he chews his lip, eyes flickering over her face. He sighs. “I just want to keep my uncle and his teashop safe from her. If she found out we were in the city…”

Her eyes soften a little and something in Zuko’s chest shifts. He throws the feeling to the back of his mind. There’s no time to analyze that. “I— fine. But I have questions too.”

He nods, feeling the pit in his stomach dissipate. He’ll finally get answers. He can finally find peace.

“Are you two going to keep shouting in the alleyway or will you at least come inside?”

Zuko jumps back at the sound of his uncle’s voice. The waterbender is holding fistfuls of his shirt, equally startled.

Iroh grins at them, still in his pajamas. He gestures for them to follow, humming as he leads them into the teashop.

Zuko and the waterbender girl glance at each other before she yanks back her hands and follows his uncle.

Zuko shakes his head and shuts the door behind them.

[alldaddyarchive]

        WHITECHAPEL’S ‘THE VALLEY’ LYRIC STARTER.

when a demon defiles a witch.

❝ I remember when the fire was security, now it’s killing me. ❞

❝ A wolf can’t hunt without its prey. ❞

❝ The demons dance by the fireside but tonight they migrate to my bedside.  ❞

❝ Burn the bed, burn everything; it’s a lie anyway. ❞

❝ There’s nowhere left to run. ❞

❝ There’s nowhere left for me to be. ❞

❝ I cry but if you take a closer look you’ll see it’s a demon’s eyes. ❞

❝  For my spirit guide is trapped inside my brain. ❞

❝ In the name of the father and the holy ghost, close your gates, lock the doors.  ❞

❝ There is no hope. ❞

❝ How could the world take you from me? ❞

❝ They all deserve to burn with me. ❞

❝ What has the world come to when a demon defiles a witch? ❞

❝ Nobody trusts a word I say. ❞

❝ I can’t erase these memories, but I will erase humanity. ❞

❝ Erase humanity. ❞

forgiveness is weakness.

❝ He is finally dead; lets celebrate this day. ❞

❝ I hope you're born again so I can have my turn to beat you and cut you, put my curse upon you; to pass you down to my bloodline’s youth. ❞

❝ Revenge is sweet but so is disease when it turns you into a slave. ❞

❝ Gather your friends and your family so they can watch me spit and piss on your grave. ❞

❝ Forgiveness is useless. ❞ 

❝ It’s just another form of weakness. ❞ 

❝ This is for my family, let us have this moment. ❞ 

❝ And the ones who suffered with us. ❞ 

❝ We all know you're going to hell. Come back to life, I'll send you myself. ❞ 

❝ You don't deserve to be one with the earth. ❞

brimstone.

❝ Sleep with one eye open, you have no idea what I'm capable of. ❞

❝ My knife can stab more holes than you can count. ❞ 

❝ How dare you sleep where a king once slept, and dry the tears of where his queen has wept.   ❞ 

❝ Kill, torture, terrorize; welcome to my mind. ❞ 

❝ Terror comes in many forms. ❞ 

❝ And tonight I'm terror, you're my whore. ❞ 

❝ For now I'll leave you blind but still alive, so you can feel my presence stronger. ❞

❝ My inner demon’s thirsty. ❞

❝ You confirm to me the world isn’t safe. ❞

❝ My only worry in the world is that you can't walk on your own two feet. ❞

❝ 'Cause when you feel that last breath slip away, I won't get to see you fall down to your knees. ❞

❝ I sold my soul so long ago, so I could watch you burn. ❞

hickory creek.

❝ It's so hard to let go. ❞

❝ You can hear me but I'm invisible. ❞

❝ But if you dig out your eyes, maybe pain will subside. ❞

❝ The worst that could happen is you never see me again. ❞

❝ But the worst is yet to come, my friend. ❞

❝ This path I walk is comforting, but now I'm left to sing this song alone.  ❞

❝ I’m fading faster now. ❞

❝ I left so long ago. ❞

❝ You never noticed I was gone. ❞

❝ Now that you don't have eyes, maybe now you'll realize, within your own head, you're creating these lies.  ❞

❝ For what it’s worth, you’re still beautiful. ❞

❝ But beauty lies within the eyes. ❞

❝ It's time to walk away with nothing left. ❞

❝ Nothing left in my soul. ❞

❝ I've faded into myself. ❞

black bear.

❝ With this body, he is God and I am nothing. ❞

❝ He has come for the blood of my only son. ❞

❝ I can sense his heartbeat slowly fade. ❞

❝ The sound of my voice is his way to me. ❞

❝ I buried my tongue with my family's bones. ❞

❝ As I lay me down to sleep, I pray to the Lord to put me six feet deep . ❞

❝ Put me six feet deep. ❞

❝ Father forgive me for I have sinned, I know that we will all meet our fate.   ❞

❝ Even the beast of the underworld burns eternally within his own flame. ❞

❝ Now that you don't have eyes, maybe now you'll realize, within your own head, you're creating these lies.  ❞

❝ Sleep my son, feel my embrace. ❞

❝ Please don’t forget my love. ❞

❝ As the bullet goes through his brain, I wake up to live it again and again. ❞ 

we are one.

❝ Hallowed be thy name. ❞

❝ I scream these words as I slip into madness. ❞

❝ Someone pull me out. ❞

❝ I am many but numbers count for nothing, therefore I’m nothing too. ❞

❝ However, I’m a murderer, but I could be a savior and someone’s mother. ❞

❝ I’m a saint, a sinner and a child but we all still look the same. ❞

❝ And you’ll never know my name. ❞

❝ You will never take them from me. ❞

❝ We are one. ❞

❝ He’s just trying to help us, maybe we should listen. ❞

❝ Shut your mouth! You don’t know what’s best for us or anything. ❞

❝ What will you say the moment we all come together? ❞

❝ Tell him all the lies or speak the truth of what we are? ❞

❝ Accept what we are.❞

❝ The longer you fight, we become more. ❞

❝ You need this to be whole. ❞

❝ Suck it down, breathe out the smoke.❞

❝ Come back to what you know. ❞

❝ You know that we’re all powerful. ❞

❝ We are madness. We are one. ❞

the other side.

❝ I don’t think I’ll make it. ❞

❝ I take my ego and set it to the side; forget who I am, reevaluate my life. ❞

❝ Eternal doom is coming for me. ❞

❝ I don’t think I’ll make it. ❞

❝ Dripping sweat, I make my way to the other side. ❞

❝ I’ve got to make it out. ❞

❝ Through all the hatred and pain, I’ll stand by my brothers’ side. ❞ 

❝ We’ll overcome and make it out. ❞

❝ No regrets, no guilt or sympathy. ❞

❝ I turn my back on the woes of history. ❞

❝ Eternal doom is a distant memory. ❞

❝ I’ve finally made it. ❞

❝ Once in the dirt, now above the clouds. ❞

❝ I am now free, I am godlike.❞

❝ I am reborn, the universe is at my feet. ❞

❝ I am godlike. ❞

third depth.

❝ A fantasy awakes. ❞

❝ A dark desire to watch you slip away into oblivion. ❞

❝ I can’t wait to see your flesh turn pale, when I see the last breath you take fail. ❞

❝ Even with you dead, I still feel the pain. ❞

❝ In my heart, things will never be the same. ❞

❝ Now I must live out this dark fantasy. ❞

❝ I am not the mean I came to be. ❞

❝ Should I feel this way? I'm not supposed to. ❞

❝ I can't find it in me to care at all. ❞

❝ It's a shame we don't see eye to eye. ❞

❝ That’s why I am here to take your life. ❞

❝ Serenity never felt so empty. ❞

❝ Sanity never came back to me. ❞

❝ I'm not stable.❞

lovelace.

❝ Picking at my scabs again, I just want to see them bleed. ❞

❝ I am numb and dead inside. ❞

❝ Bring me back to life. ❞

❝ I don’t want to talk anymore. ❞

❝ Close my eyes and stop my heart. ❞

❝ Words only enhance the sound of what I don’t care about. ❞

❝ At what moment did you realize that I meant nothing? ❞

❝ When did everything fall apart? ❞

❝ Help me! ❞

❝ I’m begging, I’m pleading, I need you now. ❞

❝ Running away won’t get you found. ❞

❝ Flesh and blood runs deeper than this. ❞

❝ Help me find my way back home. ❞

❝ Father, can you hear me? ❞

❝ I’m trapped inside a nightmare. ❞

❝ Wake me up or put me in the ground. ❞

❝ Mother, can you see me? ❞

❝ I need you to be there. ❞

❝ All you ever need is to shove that needle deep and reach your eternal sleep. ❞ 

doom woods.

❝ In the night they call my name... ❞

❝ The moon is my light to a greater side of hell. ❞

❝ But I am already there, collecting my childhood nightmares. ❞

❝ She’s gone and I want to disappear, disappear. ❞

❝ Take me away into the trees. ❞

❝ I dread the sun to rise. ❞

❝ Bury me so the night will never end. ❞

❝ They say don’t walk to the darker side, but where the light shines, the devil is alive. ❞

❝ I’ve seen hell through a child’s eyes and I know in time, the devil I will find. ❞

❝ In time, I will escape. ❞

❝ In this place my soul remains encased. ❞

❝ The leaves have swallowed the sun. ❞

❝ My heart has reached absolute zero. ❞

❝ I have no one left; even my shadow has died on me.❞

❝ Tear him from his mother’s hands; turn this young boy into a man. ❞

❝ Don’t you cry for him now. ❞

❝ Now his destiny’s found. ❞

❝ The devil will find you. ❞

❝ The devil I will find. ❞

[laserdog10]

Basically Cinder in my headcanon: part 50

Citrus: Thanks so much for letting me spend the night, Mrs. Fall!

Cinder: If by "spend the night" you mean sneak you out of your house, with the help of your mother, so your idiot of a dad won't bury my son six feet under, just so you two could be together with no worry, then you owe me.

Ash: She means thank you, as much as it would kill her to say it outright.

*In context, the youngest child of the Arc-Rose family has a crush on Kain, the eldest child of Cinder and Vlad. This would be a great thing, if her father Jaune Arc, didn't exactly...approve of the relationship. Neither did Ruby, but she was at least making an effort to believe Cinder has changed for the better, viewing the pyromancer's family as proof of such. So when Ruby heard her littlest daughter ask (moreso beg) to get to know the family better from the inside, Ruby and Vlad, Cinder's vampire bat Faunus husband, devised a plan to sneak Citrus out of the house without Jaune's knowledge, and have her stay at the Fall-Caliban's for one night*

Vlad: Please be nice, Cindy, it wasn't easy sneaking her out of there.

Citrus: Thank you Mr-wait, "Cindy?"

Ash: Dad's pet name for mom. *Citrus snickers at the information, earning a look of annoyance from Cinder* Your folks have any nicknames for each other?

Citrus: My mom calls dad "Vomit Boy," while he calls her Crater Face.

Vlad: Awwww!

Cinder: Ew.....

Kain: *coming downstairs in a gray t-shirt and black sweatpants* Alright, enough of the lovey-dovey talk, is dinner done dad?

Vlad: *gasp* The meatloaf!!! *speeds off to the kitchen*

Citrus: Wow, and I thought mom and Aunt Blake had fast Semblances...

Ash: No Semblance, just magic and weird physical prowess.

Citrus: Well alright then! *they two girls walk to the kitchen, but Citrus stops as she gets to Kain, just for a brief hug* It's good to be near you.

Kain: You too, Half-pint. *pecks her on the cheek, making her gasp in surprise*

*Dinner went wonderfully. Everyone made small chit-chat, jokes, or told stories of times past. Citrus went into detail about how she could communicate with animals, how it was a surprise for her, and how it was probably the greatest of her life, being able to speak to the family corgi, Zwei, and the five wolves Ruby adopted, Null, Drei, Vier, Funf, and Sechs. The table was a little speechless about the wolf part but laughed it off as it was just Ruby being Ruby. Kain and Ash told how they discovered their Semblances too, what they're weapons were, and that Ash was an unplanned baby, but a happy unplanned baby for her family. All in all, Citrus could tell that the family before wasn't as bad as her dad said it would be. As dinner ended, Kain had an idea before they all turned in for the night*

Kain: Hey Citrus, mind if I show you something?

Citrus, Uhhh, yeah, what is it?

Kain: Well, hang on. *gets up and pushes his chair in* I'll be right back, we're gonna have to go outside for this, lemme get some socks first. *he said as he jogged upstairs*

Ash: Oh geez, he can't be serious?

Cinder: This late at night?

Vlad: ...

Citrus: What, what's going on?

*The three family members looked amongst each other, very unsure of what to say*

Vlad: Citrus, sweetie, uh...a long time ago, when Kain was maybe eleven and Ash was 6, they...made a little friend, out in the woods.

Cinder: *irritated* It's an abomination is what it is.

Ash: Hey, Scarr only scratched me once, and it barely hurt or left a mark!

Citrus: *"Scarr??? Who-er, what is he and why did hurt Ash?!" Before her inner worries could go further, Kain returned in black socks and proceeded to the back door to put on his tennis shoes with a red flame decal*

Kain: Ready! Wanna come along? It's about time we fed Scarr something, poor guy must be starving by now. Mind grabbing the steak from the fridge, I'll be waiting outside!

Citrus: ...

-Later in the woods-

*The short huntress walked alongside her half-Faunus boyfriend, holding a cold steak in a tupperware container, the moonlight cascading in a wave of silver beams through the trees*

Citrus: Kain, if you don't mind me asking, and sorry if this comes off as rude, but who the heck is Scarr?!?!?!

Kain: You'll see. *he said calmly, hiding his childly excitement*

*They made it to a small clearing, moonlight illuminating the area, to the opposite of them was a gnarly looking hut, comprised of dead twigs, branches, dried leaves, and old stones holding the thing together. What stuck out to the young redhead, was the series of gashes and claw marks around the entrance and trees near the edge of the clearing, hundreds of red flags going off in Citrus' head*

Citrus: *gulps, "Okay okay, big scary ominous hut in the middle of clearing in the dense forest, but it could be fine?! Maybe it's just a homeless person living off the land and Kain and his family are taking care of him, yeah!"*

Kain: C'mere Scarr, here boy! *claps hands* Got some food for tonight, you want some buddy, c'mown out and get it!

... ... ...

Citrus: Kain, who. Is. Sc-

*Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*

*Citrus froze, a deer in headlights, her entire body running cold as the blood-curdling growl broke the silence in the forest. She slowly and fearfully turned to face the hut...the world around her shattered, she stared face to face with the eyes, well, eye of a Grimm Creep, its right eye marred over by a hideous scar, two prominent canines on its lower jaw. It's nightmarish appearance didn't stop there, as it put forward one of its brutish claws the other following soon after, Citrus' heart ready to explode out of her chest as the..."Creep" was now in the light of the moon. It's back was practically a hunch, in its right shoulder was a dagger and broken arrow, the front-left of the creature's back was massive gash, presumably left by a massive blade form a previous Hunter encounter. It's legs were more put to the back, thought still on the sides and appearing like hands, in front of the larger hands were two smaller and forked claws, the outer claw longer than the inner one. Could she even call this...thing a Creep at all? She snapped out of her thoughts when the beast looked at her, maw drooling and lips forming into a snarl. With a lunge, it bounded towards her, Citrus responding by shielding herself with the tupperware, however...*

Kain: *leaps in front of the Creep, holding his hand out to stop it* Easy there, Scarr, she's not gonna hurt you...

Scarr: *growls but backs down*

Kain: There ya' go.

Citrus: ...h-huh...?

*As she opened her eyes, she saw Kain slowly and gingerly lowering himself to his knees, Scarr doing the same onto his belly, occasionally letting a short growl as he breathed*

Citrus: K-Kain...???

Kain: This, is Scarr. He's an...Alpha Creep? At least that's what my mom thinks. Ash and I met him when we were kids, er-I say "met" when we actually stumbled into his pack's territory, and mom and dad killed all but him, poor guy was so out of it and barely had any fight left in him. You can only do so much with a wounded eye and back, y'know? Go ahead an pet him, his face is really smooth!

Citrus: Okay...*she carefully walked towards Scarr, holding the steak in front of her in case her leapt at her again, but found he was staying on the ground,, calm as can be. Raising her free hand to pet his boney plated face, she found it similar to bone, but had a granite like smoothness to it* Wow, there's barely any friction...!

Kain: Weird ain't it?! Oh you can give him the steak now, almost forgot about that. We don't you want starvwing now would we, no we don't! *he said in a playful cooing voice, scratching the bottom of his beastly friends' chin.*

Citrus: Ah, right! *she pops the lid off, pulling out the frozen steak. Doing so, Scarr almost immediately broke out his comfortable trance, snapping at the delicious, meaty morsel and scarfing it down whole*

Kain: Damn, someone's been hungry!

Citrus: *giggles* And I thought Garnet was a fast eater.

Kain: *laughs heartily, but his smile fades a little* Hey, Citrus, I'm sorry if this scared you tonight. I was just really excited to show you this tonight. If I would've shown my friends at school Scarr, they would've almost immediately called some Hunter to come kill him. He may be on his last legs, but I at least want Scarr to pass knowing what kindness feels like, what with the "Grimm feed on negativity" mumbo jumbo.

Citrus: *goes quiet for a moment, but smiles* No, it's alright Kain. I had a wonderful night. I got to sneak out of my house, I got to meet your amazing family, and I got to pet a Grimm, name one person on Remnant that could do that! Well, besides you, heh.

Kain: Really? That's awesome. *pulls arm around her, causing her to blush* The best part tonight though? I get to look at you under the stars~.

Citrus: *red as a tomato* C-cool. *She stammered out. As they began to sit there, Citrus looked back to Scarr, still laying down, breathing more laxly. She then focused her sight on him, eyes glowing their lime green color as she used her Semblance to talk to Scarr...maybe. Right out the gate, she was bombarded with a million thoughts, all in a gravely voice, saying word after word, no sentence structure or pause to break*

"Master. Happy. Comfortable. Fed. Peaceful. Quiet. New person. Kind. No danger. Caring. Harmless. Loving."

*Citrus stopped, taken aback by the sudden rush of words, but smiled when she thought on it more. Scarr actually liked her and Kain's presence, and found no threat to them being there. Sure he could easily slaughter them right now, as could they, but...he didn't want to, he found no need to. That alone was enough for her to feel safe.*

[hungline]

put a spell on me (please be mine)

pairings: showho, minor changki   genre: angst, fantasy au, rated nc17   warnings: mentions of death and blood  a/n: written for the mx halloween fic exchange 2018 hosted on ao3!  words: 2302 

summary: Shin Hoseok is the number one witch hunter in all of the Seven Realms, but when he first catches a glimpse of Son Hyunwoo, it is like the heavens above parted just to let this celestial being grace this horrible slice of reality where a king slaughters his own people for the sake of remaining in power. 

It sits heavily on Hoseok's chest.

He holds a life in his hands, one he has been commissioned to wring out and put an end to. One he doesn't want to risk. A life he wishes he had never crossed paths with, to begin with.

But it is still in his hands.

And when he sees him, when he watches the way sunlight makes his skin bronze and how plants of all kinds open up to greet him, Hoseok doesn't think he can go through with it.

Killing Son Hyunwoo cannot be the answer. 

There is a prophecy older than time itself. Only a few know of its existence and even fewer know of its contents.

Hoseok does not know what it says word for word, but he knows what it means. He knows why it has been kept secret for so long.

The King would have his head if he caught a whiff of Hoseok's knowledge on the subject. Only those in his inner sanctum are meant to know, but Hoseok knows.

Entirely by accident, mind you, but this knowledge still puts his life in danger. So he decided to get close and stay close so that when the King grew suspicious, Hoseok would have a chance of fleeing before his ultimate demise by the King's men.

The amount of money he receives for each commission isn't bad enough to pay for his mother's medical needs by the way. The arrangement works out double for him in the end.

Hoseok thinks he could make it a few years out on his own before he is captured and turned in though. He is not the number one witch hunter in all of the Seven Realms for nothing. He has outwitted and outfoxed the most brilliant of magick users in the kingdom. He has more blood on his hands than he could ever have the ability to wash off and he wears that like armor.

He looks as tough as everyone expects him to all so that no one would be dumb enough to mess with him.

All so that he can be left alone just like he wants and just as he has always been.

  He needs this witch's blood.

It is meant to be used in an immortality potion, but Hoseok doesn't understand how one form of magick is meant to trump another. Is it not wrong to fight fire with fire, after all?

Well, not Hoseok specifically, but the King ordered him too and if Hoseok wants enough money to pay for his mother's medicine, he too wants the High Warlock's blood.

Hoseok knows what is at stake and when he first catches a glimpse of Son Hyunwoo, it is like the heavens above parted just to let this celestial being grace this horrible slice of reality where a king slaughters his own people for the sake of remaining in power. He looks fearsome from afar, fearsome enough to make even Hoseok pause, but when he comes closer and spies from the brush surrounding the witch's cottage, that is the moment he realizes that maybe love does exist after all.

So he keeps his distance. Not because he is afraid of his own feelings, but because he is afraid that he may already be too involved with this particular case than he should be. A lot of things ー important things ー hang in the balance with this and if Hoseok messes up, if he makes one false step, then everything before his very eyes could go up in flames.

He needs this to work.

  It should not surprise him that soon enough, it all blows up in his face.

After one night when Hyunwoo came out to water his garden and Hoseok noticed how moonbeams danced across his face and how the pixies fluttered about his head like a halo, it became too much. Hoseok retreated even further into the woods and camped out there, making sure that he could still observe the witch this far out and that he remained undetected.

It was fairly easy at first. Hyunwoo had not given any indication up until that point that he noticed Hoseok lurking about at all and the woods were easy to navigate, easy to live off of. Waking up to the sun rising and hearing the birds chirp is enough to make Hoseok feel at peace within himself just like being able to sleep under a blanket made up of stars does. It definitely should have been a warning sign for him, feeling content and happy for once in his life, but he had never expected to underestimate one of his targets in the massive degree that he did Hyunwoo.

On the night of the next full moon, Hoseok goes to bed early and does not wake with the usual warming sunlight slanting across his face. Instead, he wakes up to fur in his mouth and a loud growling by his ear with drool dripping down onto his clothes. Hoseok has seen his fair share of creatures and led too many expeditions not to realize that a werewolf has infiltrated his camp, but before he even gets the chance to come up with a strategy, the mass of fur in his face is being lifted and gently pushed away.

Hoseok sits up and instantly feels calm, his heart rate slowing back down to normal as he catches sight of a glowing Hyunwoo. His dark hair is in its usual bun atop the witch's head and his robes are a light, dusty rose color that complements Hyunwoo's skin tone surprisingly well. There is a smile on his face that only further confuses Hoseok, but what is most confusing of all is the fact that when Hyunwoo turns back to the werewolf and pets it on the head, fear lances right though Hoseok's heart. And it is not the usual fear, it isn't even fear for himself either.

The fear he feels in that moment is for Hyunwoo.

But Hyunwoo shows no hesitation, no fear at all as he continues to pet the wolf while he murmurs something that Hoseok cannot make out to it. It is hypnotizing to watch.

"You really should be more careful."

Hoseok has never heard Hyunwoo speak before and it almost comes as a shock to him when he realizes that the witch just spoke directly to him, but he fights to not let that surprise show on his face as he thinks of something to say in return. Nothing comes though and they continue to listen to the sounds of nightlife in the woods around them as Hoseok carefully avoids Hyunwoo's gaze.

"It's fine if you do not wish to speak just yet," Hyunwoo continues, stepping closer as he does. "I only want to make sure that you are okay. You can shake your head yes or no."

His voice is so calm, Hoseok thinks, calm enough to tame even the wildest of cats. Or dogs, whatever. What matters is that Hyunwoo is awaiting a response and even if Hoseok did not know who this witch was prior to tonight, he would still be unable to deny him anything that he wanted.

So he nods his head and feels something sizzling just beneath his skin that leaves him feeling breathless as he finally looks up to meet Hyunwoo's gaze and finds them twinkling just like the stars high up above them.

"Good. Come along then." 

  "I still don't think he should be here, Alpha."

Hoseok has grown tired of hearing the same phrase leave Changkyun's lips for the past few hours and though Hoseok is sure that Hyunwoo is not able to look anything other than composed and compassionate at all times, he is sure that Hyunwoo feels the same.

"Are you doubting my judgment, pup?" Hyunwoo asks with a smile on his face that does not match the steely tone of his voice.

Changkyun bares his teeth at Hoseok when their eyes meet but quickly diverts his attention back to Hyunwoo. "Not at all. I just don't trust him. I can smellー"

"I am perfectly aware of what you smell on him, Changkyun. But I am your elder, your Alpha, and your High Warlock, am I not?" Hyunwoo cuts him off, the glow over his skin darkening ever-so-slightly.

"Of course!" Changkyun yelps, his young face flushing as he bends his head down in a clear sign of submission. "I'm sorry, Alpha. I spoke out of line."

Hyunwoo sighs and his smile softens enough to turn Hoseok's insides into mush. "All is forgiven, pup. Now hurry home, Kihyun must be missing you."

Changkyun looks unwilling to go, but to Hoseok's relief, he only nods and leaves Hyunwoo's cottage quickly enough. Hyunwoo visibly relaxes once the werewolf has left and Hoseok is left studying him as if he will never get the chance to do so again. Hyunwoo's face is soft, there is no better description than that, but his softness is something other men would be too proud and arrogant to embrace the same way Hyunwoo does, unknowingly or not. His hair is out of its bun, longer than it was before and a shade lighter, but his skin is the same tan it always is due to working on his garden under the relentless sun. Hyunwoo's beauty is almost too much to bear for Hoseok's frail heart.

"I apologize for Changkyun," Hyunwoo's voice is almost as soft as his face, but fuller, the sound of it rich. "Werewolves are very territorial and I told him you were out there beforehand, but he didn't listen."

Hoseok almost chokes, his eyes blowing wide as he gapes at Hyunwoo. "Youー!"

Hyunwoo only smiles. "You're not that great of a witch hunter, you know. I mean, who in their right mind falls in love with their target?"

"What?" Hoseok croaks, his heart falling to the floor with each word Hyunwoo speaks.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm flattered. You're very handsome and the pixies like you, but I don't know anything about you," Hyunwoo continues as if Hoseok had not spoken at all.

Hoseok clears his throat and tries again now that Hyunwoo is looking expectantly at him. "How do you know any of that?"

Hyunwoo's smile curls around the edges, a twinkle in his eyes that sets alarm bells off in Hoseok's head. "I know everything that goes on in my forest. Also, the pixies will rat out anybody for some sugar water. Plus, I always knew it would be you who the King would decide to send."

Hoseok blinks at him, not knowing what to say now. Hyunwoo is obviously patient enough to wait it out, but there is something in the tone of his voice that just doesn't sit right with Hoseok at all.

"You know about the prophecy?" Hoseok asks in a hoarse whisper that even he can barely hear.

"Of course. It is about me, after all," Hyunwoo chuckles before he tilts his head and lets his smile simmer. "You could stay here with me if you want."

Hoseok's heart stops. His breath freezes in his lungs as he stares at Hyunwoo across the room, trying to figure out if this is real life or if the werewolf really did eat him. Just thinking about the latter leaves Hoseok feeling irritated that a simple werewolf did him in after all that he has faced already. He has never been faced with this though. Hyunwoo is just too good to be true... Not to mention that Hoseok cannot abandon his mother.

"Butー"

"I can brew your mother's medicine here and have her set up in a cottage in the village nearby where many of my friends would be able to look out for her and protect her from any harm. You don't have to worry about that," Hyunwoo says without missing a beat, waving his hand to make two mugs float towards the table. "The King would never find either of you if you decided to stay."

"How do you know any of this?"

Hyunwoo smirks. "Magick."

Hoseok knows that is not too far-fetched, but the amused grin on Hyunwoo's face makes him edgy. So he decides to press on.

"And the rest?"

"I'm friends with an Oracle. She told me you were coming a long time ago, Hoseok."

A pinch to Hoseok's thigh quickly proves to him that this is real life after all and when Hyunwoo chuckles at the incredulous look on his face, Hoseok can't help the way his heart stutters in his chest. He is too far gone to care anymore.

Hoseok absolutely cannot and will not hunt Hyunwoo down for the sake of the King.

He holds a life in his hands and for once, he is deciding to nurture it instead of killing it off like he usually would. Fuck the King and his evil ways anyway, Hoseok is not scared of him anymore. Even if Hyunwoo knows that Hoseok is in love with him, even if Hyunwoo is the key to this entire mess or not, Hoseok will protect him with his life now.

(Hyunwoo is not surprised, his Oracle friend, Bora, had already shown him and Hoseok living a happy life together and even if he does not love Hoseok right now, they will always have time after the Great Battle of Magick and Demons to fulfill the bright future Hyunwoo was shown a long time ago.)

  On the night of the red moon, the High Warlock will put the Evil King's reign to an end  through hate or love and the kingdom will rejoice because what was wrong is now set right. The High Warlock has only one choice and all must pray to the heavens above for his will to not bend.