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[pagesfromthevoid]

Tagging in here for the Bob discussion. But imagine after a few times together he gets the confidence to be on top but he is a complete service top (still whiny though)

You’re so right, anon. So very right (this got. Very away from me).

The first few times, he’s so awkward. He’s worried he’s not doing it right, or he’s bad at it. He’s so timid and awkward, and he waits for you to make the first move because he knows what he wants but he doesn’t know what you want. What if you don’t want him touching you there? Or what if he does something you don’t like but won’t say anything so you don’t upset him? So he lets you make the choices.

But after —let’s say, the fourth, fifth time (and a few shattered windows because, well, turns out he doesn't know how to control his powers just yet when he's worked up) —he realizes that…you want him just badly as he wants you. Actually, you might be even more desperate than he is, honestly. Because you’re the one being patient with him. You’re taking everything by his pace; stopping when he needs to stop. Only touching him when he’s made it clear he’s okay with it. While he’s the one “in control,” it’s not really control —you’re just you, and you’re willing to take it slow and take care of him over yourself instead.

And now all he wants is to give you everything.

You’re lounging in his bed one night, reading one of the books from the stack he got from the library. Bob isn’t in the room; he’s been with Bucky and Walker most of the evening, doing god knows what (jokes on you, he was getting a terrible pep talk from both of them on how to do this). Bucky was helpful; gave some relatively functional advice. However, Walker kept repeating to use the alphabet, which was…not great and even Bob knows that. They did make him put on a less baggy tee shirt; something about having confidence in his own appearance would translate into the room.

He missed his sweater.

You only look up when the door opens because there’s a shift in the air; not a bad shift. Just...different suddenly. You put the book aside as he walks in, hands behind his back. He looks a bit rigid; stiff, uncomfortable.

“Where’s your sweater?” You ask, though it’s hard to complain when you can see the veins in his arms properly.

You don’t mind the baggy clothes; he’s comfortable and you find that’s what is most attractive. But it would be a lie to say you’re not pleased to see the lean muscle that he has under this shirt. Outside of being intimate, it wasn't often that you got to see him exposed in any way —even if it was just a t-shirt instead of a sweater.

“Uh, Bucky and Walker took it,” he explains but that sounds bad so he explains further. “Training. We were training and they didn’t want me to train in it. It’s…weird, right? The shirt? I’m not used to wearing things that are so…I don’t know, tight?”

You just hum, tilting your head to the side as you look him over. He looks down some, feeling like he’s being ogled (well, he is. But he's still not used to you staring at him like this).

“I think you look good,” you offer, sitting up properly now. “Not that I don’t like what you usually wear —I like whatever makes you feel good. But I'm not going to pretend that I don't like being able to see more of you whenever I get the chance."

"You do?" He asks, and you can't help but laugh a little. "I'm not much to look at —,"

"Wrong," you quickly interrupt, slowly standing up. "There's a reason why I like to take off your clothes —I like taking my time because I don't get to see all of you often." You pause for a second, taking a moment to consider how much more you could tell him without making him uncomfortable. "It's something that only I get to see. I like to enjoy that."

Bob is staring you down, definitely short-circuiting because neither Bucky nor Walker advised him on how to handle anything you just said. How is it fair that you’re just so…good to him?

But then...he takes a step forward. You don't move; that shift in the air suddenly makes sense and you let Bob decide what he's going to do now. His hands clench into fists a few times, trying to coax himself forward.

You take just barely a step towards him —not even an inch. Something instinctual; something gravitational. Then his hands are on your hips, and his lips are on yours, and he’s pushing you towards the bed. It’s the first time he’s initiated a kiss without outright asking. You melt into the touch, sighing into his mouth as the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress.

Sometimes you forget that Bob is incredibly powerful. He was, after all, created to be stronger than all of the Avengers combined. He doesn't particularly like using his abilities, but when his hands grip your thighs and lift you up, you gasp in surprise.

"I want to make you feel good," he practically breathes into your mouth, and even though he's the one leading, his voice comes out begging. "You always take care of me —let me do that for you."

You nod frantically, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into another kiss, but he only let's you get a quick peck in before he's pulling away. You whine a bit, sitting up on your elbows to complain —but you can't find anything to complain about as Bob is slipping his shirt over his head.

It's not the first time you've seen him shirtless. But it's the first time he's taken his shirt off himself, without prompting. Usually he wants to wait until you ask, or you're the one playing with the hem of the shirt and trying to get it off. But the confidence in his movements is both amazing and distractingly attractive, and you're staring unabashedly with lust blown pupils and kiss swollen lips.

Your eyes trail over his skin —the freckles and scars that letter his collarbones, the flush that's spread from his throat down over his chest. Down to his abs and following the V that leads below the waist of his sweats —which are straining from the hard on that's hidden beneath.

"You're staring," he teases, and it's a shaking sort of tease —like he's unsure of if he should be speaking.

"You're hot," you confess, but it's not really a confession at this point.

You've told him he's hot before —he doesn't believe you usually. But the little grin on his face suggests that maybe today, he does.

"You're too good for me," he counters as his hands slide up your thighs and over your hips. Then he's leaning in closer, pressing his lips to your jaw and peppering kisses over your skin.

You buck slightly at the touch, chasing it, and he immediately gives in and slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your leggings. You suck in a breath, and he pauses, but you lift your hips in response, a silent plea to continue. He doesn't hesitate and pries your clothes off of you, tossing them to the floor, before settling between your legs on his knees. You move to take off your shirt but he stops you, one hand holding you down.

"Don't," he warns, puling away to look down at you. "Let me do this for you."

You watch him for a moment but nod, pulling your hands away from your shirt. Bob's hands are slow —not teasing, not purposely at least —dragging up your hips to your waist, pushing your shirt up as he goes. His fingers trail along your ribs, just grazing the edge of your bra. You briefly wonder if he'll try to take it off or if you'll need to do that yourself —but he settles on pulling your shirt over your head first.

Your skin is warm and soft against his fingers, and he's watching as your chest rises with each breath you take in anticipation. You're still sitting up on your elbows, waiting, watching, when he leans down and pulls you up against his chest. One hand is bracing your lower back as the other fumbles with the clasp of your bra.

Confidence doesn't matter when it comes to bras, because they're evil, he decides as he sighs in frustration. He almost caves into the embarrassment, worried he's ruined the moment. But you reach behind your back with ease and unclip it, and toss it away. He wants to complain, and you can see he does, but you wrap your arms around his neck again and pull him into a messy kiss.

It's all teeth and tongues, deepening each second his hands grip you tighter. Then he's laying you back down, dragging his lips from yours to your jaw. Then down your throat. One of his hands holds your hip, but the other is trembling as it approaches your breast and tentatively squeezes it. You hum in response, and his mouth is on your nipple now, grazing it with his teeth.

Between the biting, the sucking and the pinching, you're aching for more. But the sounds he's making —the moans when you sigh his name or tug at his hair —are almost as satisfying as an orgasm itself.

Though you certainly wouldn't refuse one or two of those.

Perhaps he can read your mind, or maybe he just knows what he wants —it doesn't really matter —because he gives your breasts one final squeeze and nip then trails his mouth down your stomach. The closer he gets to you, the more fidgety you become. You can feel his lips smile against your skin.

"It's okay," he promises, breath fanning over your thighs as he parts them slowly.

His fingers are trembling slightly, pressed into your thighs just enough to leave marks. Like he's scared that if he lets go, you're going to pull away from him. But he shakes those thoughts from his head, shifting down the bed until he's sitting on his knees on the floor. You're about to argue, to ask him what he's doing, but he wraps his arms around your thighs and yanks you down the bed until your legs are over his shoulders. You gasp, and his nose just barely presses above your wet core.

He groans, pressing his forehead into your thigh, fingers tightening around you. "God, you are...you're so wet."

"I told you," you sigh, running a hand through his hair, guiding him to look up at you through his lashes. "You're hot. This is hot. Everything you're doing is just...hot."

He melts into you, taking a moment to ground himself in your touch. "You have no idea how much you do for me," he admits, pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh softly. "But I'm...I'm going to try to show you."

"Oh, Bob, you don't —,"

But you cut yourself off with a gasp, fingers tightening in his hair as he buries his face in between your legs. Your hips move involuntarily, chasing his tongue as it swipes through your folds. He doesn't stop you, only presses his tongue flat against you before he sucks on your clit.

You suck in a breath, begging him to keep going. He nods as if he trying to respond, but he's groaning instead as he slips his tongue into you. Your thighs tighten around his head, hand guiding his head and mouth exactly where you need him to be. The hands holding your hips drift away, one disappearing entirely while the other glides just between your folds, one finger pressing into you slowly.

"Oh-oh," you sigh, involuntarily clenching around his one finger. "Oh, god, more —please —you're doing so good.."

He pulls his mouth away, just slightly, so he can see how you react as he slips a second finger inside you —curling up slightly. His eyes are glossy, face smeared in your juices, and you think this is the hottest thing you've seen in your entire life.

You cry out his name, back arching off the bed as you beg for him to go faster. He pulls out, just briefly, and you swear you hear him groan again. But you're too distracted by his fingers pressing up into you once again to notice any sounds that aren't the sounds of him finger-fucking you and him whining as he sucks on your clit.

You're so close —can feel it teetering on the edge when you manage to open your eyes just enough to watch him suck at your clit as he continues his rhythm. His other hand —the one that had disappeared —is in his lap and you understand his own whimpering now. While he's ruining you —burying his fingers so deep inside you, curling up and into that spongey spot that causes you to cry —he's jerking off at the whole experience.

And that tips you over the edge, pressing your heels into his shoulders as he furiously pumps his fingers in and out as you ride out your orgasm. You're crying out his name, begging him to stop because it's sensitive —fuck, your nerves are on fire —but he knows you don't actually want him to stop. It feels so good —the wave after wave of your orgasm washing over you before you hear him cry out himself, his body jerking against yours as he cums all over his hand.

You've collapsed on the bed, breathing heavy, and he's laying his forehead against your thigh. Both coming down from this, trying to catch your breaths.

When you've finally come to your senses —a solid five minutes later —you pull him up to lay beside you, pushing his hair out of his face. He's smiling at you lazily, hand laying against the base of your throat to feel your heartbeat.

"Have I told you recently how hot you are?" You ask, brushing your nose against his. You can smell yourself on his breath, and you're about to kiss him again when he says,

"I think I might start believing it soon."

---

Bob Taglist: @ilovemarvel12 @myrrh-dock

[bimbovicc]

heyy i had a request idea 💕 i was thinking main invincible and fem reader smut where it’s reader is having a bad day or smth or feeling distant from mark maybe because hes busy w being invincible and it turns into like praise/worship + overstimulation (basically he gets carried w how much hes worshipping her) 💕💕

#ALL YOURS, ALWAYSˎˊ˗

Mark Grayson x f!Reader

Tags: Hurt to comfort, praise kink, overstimulation, emotional sex, soft dom!Mark, aftercare, reader insecurity, love worship

A/n : okayyyy so like… this is for all the girls who get all pouty and quiet when their man’s too busy saving the world to give them attention… like hellooo?? i need cuddles and dick, is that too much to ask?? also baby, sorry for the late reply, I just have so much work and homework :(( and also I think I should have made this more.. filthy, but it’s just soft sex ☹️🩷

©bimbovicc

You didn’t mean to feel this way.

It’s not like Mark meant to leave you hanging for the third night in a row. He’s Invincible. The world needs him. You know that.

But knowing and feeling aren’t the same.

And tonight, the weight of that difference sinks heavy in your chest—like wet clothes after the rain. You lie on his bed with your phone turned face-down, fingers fiddling with a loose thread on the blanket. You’re not mad. Just… small. Quiet. Like maybe the world could forget about you too.

When Mark finally walks in—still in the bottom half of his suit, shirt clinging to him with dried blood and soot—his face softens immediately at the sight of you.

“Hey,” he says gently, like you’re something breakable. “I’m so sorry. I came as fast as I could.”

You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.”

The words gut him. Not because you’re angry. But because you’re not. You’re tired.

“I do, though,” he says, dropping his gloves and crossing to you. “I hate this. I hate when you look like that.”

You shrug, keeping your eyes on the blanket. “It’s not your fault. You’re a superhero. I’m just…”

Just your girlfriend. Just some girl waiting around for you. Just here.

You don’t say it. But he hears it all the same.

Mark kneels in front of you, hands coming to rest on your thighs, gently spreading them so he can kneel between them and look up at you.

“You’re not just anything,” he says lowly, like a vow. “You’re mine. You’re everything. I know I haven’t been here enough. I know I’ve been letting you feel alone. But you’re not. I swear to god you’re not.”

You try to blink the tears away. You weren’t planning to cry—but his voice is so soft, so full of guilt and love, it breaks you in half.

“I missed you,” you whisper. “I hate missing you all the time.”

Mark presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. Then another, higher. Then one just below the hem of your shorts. “I missed you too,” he breathes. “So much it hurts. Let me make it up to you. Please.”

He takes his time.

Pulls off your shorts like he’s unwrapping something precious, not just in a rush to get you naked. Kisses your thighs like they’re holy. Nuzzles his cheek into your inner leg like he needs you to ground him.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, voice muffled by your skin. “You always smell so good. I think about this every time I’m gone. Every time.”

Your breath stutters when his mouth finally brushes your pussy—one slow, open-mouthed kiss over your panties, like he’s savoring the taste through the fabric.

“You’re mine. No matter how far I fly, no matter who I’m saving—you’re the only thing that matters. The only one who makes me feel human.”

He keeps whispering between kisses, voice low and reverent, like prayer.

When he finally pulls your panties down and presses a hot, slow kiss to your clit, you gasp and arch against him.

It only spurs him on.

“You’re so fucking good, baby. Let me show you. Let me worship you.”

And he does.

His mouth is feverish, his tongue working you in slow, hypnotic circles until you’re grabbing the sheets and whimpering. He doesn’t stop. Not when you come once, then again a minute later. Not even when your thighs tremble around his head.

You sob out his name, overwhelmed, overstimulated, and he just shushes you sweetly, kissing the slick mess between your legs like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“That’s it, angel. Give it to me. You’re doing so good. My perfect girl.”

He’s hard and leaking in his pants, but he doesn’t touch himself. His whole focus is you.

When he finally climbs up and slides into you with slow, aching care, your eyes roll back.

And he doesn’t stop talking.

“Feel that? That’s what heaven feels like. Being inside you. Being with you.”

“You’re so tight, so warm. Like you were made for me.”

“I don’t deserve you, but fuck—I’m gonna spend every day proving I’m yours.”

He kisses you with his whole body, slow and deep, hands everywhere, like he’s memorizing you.

You come again on his cock with a cry, and Mark groans, pulling you close as he finally lets go too, filling you with warmth.

But he doesn’t leave.

He stays inside you, wrapped around you, whispering soft I-love-you’s into your neck, holding you like you’ll disappear if he loosens his grip.

And you believe it—finally, fully—that you’re not alone. Not forgotten. Never just anything.

You’re his. Always.

[wormizette]

L4D crossover (or basically 2009 AU) stuff I drew back on 03/25. I was gonna post it with the fic I’ve been working on this whole time but I’m scared I’ll finish it too late and just forget to post these at all lol I don’t really need miss P and scoutma designs I mostly did them to get a feel for the others

my take… I think all the mercs should survive but because of one specific consequence (if yk, yk) it sets up a situation where both sniper and scout end up fucking dying. so

aand expand for ones I don't really like: ...

(btw I know this might come off a little weird or obsessive but please PLEASE if you want to use any of my concepts or ideas js reach out first or at least tag me or something. not talking about the crossover idea itself of course, just the specific stuff that might’ve been inspired by me. I’m not gonna harass anyone or even say anything if someone does use it without asking but… yeah… please…)

[gotaksboyfie]

Hiii hru??

May I request hyuntak x male reader smut

Where they're both still at school and there in a secret relationship so they have to like sneak around

Hope I explained this good enough 🙏

supply closet

gif creds: @billornot

pairing go hyuntak x male reader

summary skipping class, you and hyuntak decide to make school more entertaining

word count 1.6k

warnings/tags shameless smut this is just pwp, quickie

you trailed behind hyuntak with enough distance for it to not be suspicious as he led you through the school. turning a corner, you bumped into his back as he stopped in front of a door.

hyuntak look backed at you, then at the empty hallway, and opened the door to a supply closet. you raise and eyebrow at him, knowing the implications of this.

"in here?" you ask with a lazy smirk

"it's the best place," hyuntak huffs, a small blush forming on his cheeks.

"poor little hyuntakie can't hold his dick in for a few more hours?" you taunted, stepping into the closet.

hyuntak's eyes darken as he pulls you in closer to close the door, and he immediately pins you against it.

"don't act like you're not just as desperate as i am", hyuntak growls, pulling you in for a messy kiss.

the air around you guys starts to get heated as your hands wrap around hyuntak's neck. you move your hand up to grab softly at his hair, sighing softly into the kiss.

as hyuntak parts for air, a small strand of saliva connects your lips. his eyes are filled with an intense desire, and you shiver under his gaze.

diving for your neck, he starts to suck and bite at it, making you whimper faintly. his hands start to travel all down your body. one of them roughly pinches your nipple through your shirt, and starts thumbing at them as the other grabs your hip.

your hand grips lightly at hyuntak's hair as he pulls your hips against his. you can already feel hyuntak half hard in his pants against you.

muttering into your collarbone, you can feel hyuntak smile as he talks, "look at how hard you are for me baby," he rolls his hips against you as he continues, "you're throbbing for me and i've barely done anything."

you bite back a moan, "shut up." you can't refute his statements, because your cock twitches as hyuntak sucks at a particularly sensitive part of your neck.

moving his hand from your nipple, he firmly grasps both your hips and thrusts hard against you. the friction is delicious and you can't help but let out a moan.

"quiet," hyuntak says under his breath, going in for another kiss. you guys sloppily make out as hyuntak continues to frot on you, his pace growing more and more desperate.

you break the kiss to whine out, "tak, need you,"

"you have me," hyuntak breathes back.

"need you inside, please." you look at hyuntak and flutter your eyelashes, knowing he wont be able to resist.

hyuntak licks his lips and flips you around, pulling your ass out as you hold onto the wall.

"you're so lucky i brought lube with me," he laughs airily, pulling your pants down. you hear the click of a bottle, and you cant help but arch your back towards hyuntak when you feel the slick press of his fingers on your hole.

pressing on your hole but never fulling entering, he starts to tease you. "you're practically begging for it, reader"

you whine and press your hips back further, "hyuntak please."

hyuntak finally relents and slides his middle finger in. it's just one finger though, and you need more. "another, i can take it," you pant.

wordlessly, hyuntak glides his ring finger in. your knees buckle slightly as he starts with a quick pace. as he curls his fingers for your prostate, you accidentally let out a loud moan.

hyuntak slows down, a reminder for you to keep quiet. you mourn the loss of his fingers snapping into you, now replaced with languid pumps.

you inhale sharply as hyuntak inserts a third finger without warning, stretching you open. a few minutes pass of hyuntak prepping you until you can't take it anymore.

"hyuntak if you aren't inside of me within the next minute i'm going to break up with you," you groan.

"so demanding," hyuntak huffs, pulling his fingers out with a wet sound. "fuck, i don't have a condom."

your cock twitches at the thought of hyuntak going in raw, and hyuntak doesn't miss it.

"you want it?" you can hear hyuntak's smirk, even if you're facing away from him. "who's the slut now, huh?"

"remember what i said earlier? the clock's still ticking," you roll your eyes, growing impatient.

"bossy," hyuntak tsk's, and you hear him lubing up. with a steady hand on your waist, he slides in with little warning.

you groan as hyuntak bottoms out quickly. the stretch burns, but hyuntak starts to thrust almost instantly. biting your lip, a steady stream of choked-back moans from both you and hyuntak start to fill the room.

too busy focusing on hyuntak practically pounding into you, you don't notice voices growing louder, but hyuntak does. stilling his hips, you whine softly.

"shh, reader. just wait," hyuntak kisses your shoulder, finger reaching to lock the door. you can hear footsteps and loud voices, eventually recognizing them as baku and juntae.

"aish, that fucker hyuntak is always playing hooky," baku complains loudly, "can't even find him anymore without him running off."

"he's probably just busy!" juntae pipes up. their voices are growing louder and louder, but you're feeling mischievous. you start rolling your hips back on hyuntak, who lets out a surprised moan.

"what was that?" juntae asks, his voice just a few feet from the door.

hyuntak lets out a heavy breath as he moves one hand up to cover your mouth, and the other starts to stroke your cock fast. the glide is smooth with the sheer amount of precum you're leaking.

you nearly moan into hyuntak's palm before remembering who's outside. you turn your head back and glare at hyuntak, knees growing weak from the pleasure.

"what happened juntae-ya? i didn't hear anything," baku replies. "there's nothing over here, i don't think hyuntak is here."

one of them reaches against the door handle and jiggles it, but it stays closed. your eyes widen and your heartbeat picks up as the door wiggles against you.

"it's locked baku, let's go somewhere else." juntae sighs, and he and baku start walking back.

after a solid minute passes, hyuntak finally removes his hand from your palm. his other hand never stopped working at your dick. now, it's thumbing at your head in a way that makes you almost cross eyed.

"i felt you tighten up when juntae tried opening the door," hyuntak grins at you, "you wanna get caught, don't you? you fucking slut,"

hyuntak emphasizes the last sentence with a thrust on each word, making you whimper. hyuntak removes his hand from your cock to roughly hold your hips, moving you back as he slams into you.

the sound of skin on skin is loud, and your moans start growing in noise. the pace hyuntak sets is unrelenting, hitting your prostate with every thrust. your dick pathetically bounces, leaking a steady stream of precum.

"gonna make you all mine," hyuntak breaths, his eyes zeroing in on the hickeys left on your neck.

you nod shakily, "i'm all yours, tak."

the heat in your stomach builds until you can't hold it in anymore. "so close- ah! don't stop, please," you cry out. hyuntak speeds up, determined to make you cum.

his hands trail back down to your cock, pumping you only twice before you moan loudly as you spill into his hand. hyuntak's pace falters, and his hips stutter as he cums with a guttural groan.

the sensation of hyuntak spilling into in thick ropes is enough to make your thighs shake, and you let out a soft whimper. "so full, hyuntak.."

hyuntak leans against the door, hugging you tight as you guys bask in the afterglow. the bell rings after only a minute, signaling lunch time.

as hyuntak slides out, his fingers go to push his cum back in you. sensitive, you whine and lightly bat his hand away. you stay leaned against the door as hyuntak shuffles around for napkins, dozing off.

you wake up to hyuntak peeling you off the door, and you note how your thighs no longer feel sticky.

"i cleaned you up while you got to take a catnap, how unfair is that?" hyuntak complained, reaching down and pulling your pants up. you buckle your pants while rolling your eyes.

"you weren't the one getting fucked in the ass, were you?". you crack the door open to make sure no one was down the hallway, before pulling hyuntak in for one last kiss as you left.

when lunch ends and you arrive back in class, your friends pester you about where you went.

"reader! where did you go?" one of them complains, "soccer was so boring without you."

"he's always playing hooky," they snicker as you rolled your eyes.

you were about to argue back when hyoman gasps, and pats you on the back.

"is that a hickey i see?" he wolf-whistles at you as he repeatedly slaps your back. "who's the lucky girl?" he cackles as he walks away to his desk, and your friends crowd you instantly.

you failed to notice how hyuntak's eyes darkened when hyoman started touching you. his lip twitched with annoyance at someone else touching his reader.

but ever so attentive, juntae watches the scene unfold and notes how your eyes quickly glanced at hyuntak when hyoman asks who the lucky "girl" was. he also notices how hyuntak's slight smile morphed into an annoyed frown the second hyoman got near you.

gasping to himself, the dots connect rather quickly. he turns around, away from you, and scrunches his face in disgust realizing what he heard earlier.

in school? seriously? you horny people, juntae thinks to himself.

fin

a/n first time writing a genuine smut fanfic and not just headcanons.. i hope it's not too awkward 😭

[lysarion]

━━━━━━ at the beach, in every lifetime. ⟢

♱    |    alhaitham's family had this yearly tradition to go on a beach trip. he's lost that spark of excitement with each year that passed, that is until, he meets you at the beach.

𖤝 including  ⠀! ⠀alhaitham          ◟          𖤝 warnings ⠀! ⠀potential ooc, word vomit, use of modern au, reader is implied to be a foreigner.

❝      tags     ⚜     .   if you'd like to be tagged please send me an ask off-anon!

alhaitham used to spend his summers at the beach with his family when they were still present in his life.

mother would plan a trip to the beach with grandmother helping her pack the necessities they would need; father would make sure the car was in top shape and helped carry the luggage to and fro. young alhaitham would watch silently by the house porch, his hands clutched at his precious books as he tried to dissect why a beach trip would benefit him for the summer. when he asked grandmother, she would only smile and chuckle. ruffle his hair so sweetly his cheeks would tinge with a dusty pink and avoid her gaze.

“consider it a small tradition,” grandmother said as she took a seat beside him. “the sandy shores, the pretty sunsets, and the shells you can collect. don’t they sound fun, alhaitham?” 

alhaitham deadpanned and shook his head. “no, they sound like a hassle.” 

grandmother laughed from her belly. she wiped faux tears that fell from her eyes as alhaitham turned away in embarrassment and grumbled under his breath. from the corner of his eyes, he caught grandmother’s eyes softening ever so slightly as she caressed his head. “such an honest child you are, alhaitham. call it a gut feeling, but grandma has a feeling you’ll find something extraordinary at the beach tomorrow.” 

alhaitham wanted to argue that there wasn’t anything interesting about the beach they would always visit during the summer. in his mind, alhaitham was quite sure he turned over every stone, collected all the shells that washed up to shore, and built so many sand castles he could probably rebuild ancient greek memorials with his eyes closed. the beach every year appeared duller and duller with each visit—and that made alhaitham a little sad. 

though he’d never fully admit it, alhaitham detested the years that began to pile up since his birth. the beach used to be his favorite place, mother would always tell him, how he’d rush out the car and try to chase down the waves with glee. alhaitham missed the excitement of it all. but he could do nothing in the face of growing up. so with a heavy heart, alhaitham sat through the car ride with his ears plugged, drowning out the inevitable disappointment with music and catched up with his reading. 

every now and then, he would stare out the window and catch sight of the sun twinkling over the ocean with the birds flying over the horizon. the sight was familiar—he knew this view intimately—and it wasn’t long before father had parked the car and started hauling out their usual items.

“why don’t you go on ahead, alhaitham?” mother had suggested and with a nod, alhaitham left the car to dip his toes into sand.

he took a deep breath in, closed his eyes momentarily to feel the breeze sweep his hair and tickle his skin, before he exhaled and opened his eyes again. much to his disappointment, the sight remained the same. there were barely any people, which he personally preferred, but despite arriving five minutes prior, alhaitham had already grown bored. he mentally debated if he should go back to the car and retrieve his book to finish it. yes, he should do that. but before he could take a step out of the sandy beach, his ears caught wind of an acoustic melody in the air. alhaitham swerved his head, eyes furrowed and searching for the foreign sound before they settled on a child his age, strumming a guitar much too big for the figure that held it.

you sat there with your family, slightly obscured from alhaitham’s visages, but still sounding perfectly clear as you sang. the song was unfamiliar and the language in which you spoke was unlike he’s ever heard. alhaitham froze in his spot when you looked up and met his gaze. your mouth hung in pause before they stretched into a smile and continued your singing. alhaitham decided to finally turn away with blushing ears and return to his family—but though your mother tongue sounded foreign, alhaitham thought his ears caught an airy and light “hello” tumble from your lips. 

he felt defeated in a sense. alhaitham was very sure this beach trip would be dull like the previous years. but grandmother’s voice echoed in his mind about her gut feeling—and she, in the end, was proven correct. 

when his family settled at the sandy shores, all prepping in their own little ways, he heard you (how he knew it was you, he didn’t know). your footsteps were quiet, almost unnaturally so, but you greeted them with a polite smile and a strained “hello”. you were a foreigner, as alhaitham expected, but the language barrier didn’t deter you from trying to communicate. in the distance, your parents caught up to you—your father ruffled your hair and placed a sun hat over your head as he apologized to his parents for your sudden visit; your mother on the other hand, quietly chuckled and introduced herself to his family. 

his gaze lingered on you, a little too much. when you would catch him staring at you, alhaitham would quickly turn away, something churned inside his gut when you sat next to him and started playing the guitar again. you don’t exchange words even after your family left to continue their conversation and dip into the cold waters. you didn’t sing this time, just hummed, and on occasions, alhaitham would feel your stare on him. for all his genius, alhaitham could not conjure up a way to move his mouth to finally say hello back. and the bitter taste of regret would drown his tongue when the sun sets in the horizon and bathes the beach in an orange tint. 

you stood from his side and alhaitham hated how quickly he had turned to look at you. and you simply smiled in response, bending over slightly with your pinky out and as a promise laced with an accent tumbled out of your lips, “will you come find me on the beach again?” 

alhaitham felt his throat tighten and dry up. he looked at your expectant eyes—so childlike but determined, but still, there was a twinge of fear in them as you waited. after a minute of stillness passed, as you were about to pull away, alhaitham snaked his own pinky finger on yours and gripped it tightly. when he met your gaze, filled with shock but delight, he tried to fight back the embarrassed blush that threatened to overtake his features.

“i’ll find you.” he announced like it was the easiest thing in the world. and you smiled brightly, your figure bathed in light reminding alhaitham of vintage paintings held up in museums for everyone to see. “i’ll find you at the beach, as you would for me.”

you nodded, “it’s a promise then!”

as alhaitham helped his family back up, he heard your voice call out to him. your hair flew everywhere as your mother tried to sit you down. you waved your hand ridiculously before they cupped at the side of your lips as you reminded him, “see you next summer! i’ll sing you a song when you find me as a reward!” 

alhaitham doesn’t fight the smile that broke free from his lips as he followed your lead—he cupped the side of his mouth and replied with the same excitement, “what’s your name?” 

“it’s [name]! and yours?” 

“alhaitham!” 

you grinned and sent him one final wave, “i’ll see you soon, alhaitham. please don’t forget me!”

he dropped his hand to his side as your family car disappeared from his view entirely. alhaitham dodged every question asked on the way home, as he thought to himself, ‘how could i forget when you smiled at me like that.’

© 𝓵ysarion 2025 — do not plagiarize, repost, or translate works without the knowledge or consent of the creator in other platforms or websites.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Summary: The reader is in a long-term relationship with Matt Murdock (Daredevil) but what happens when he keeps leaving you to deal with things alone? What if someone else is there for you? What if that someone else is Frank Castle?

Matt left you alone. Fucking alone. Again.

Anger flowed through your veins, but you shook it off the best you could. You knew this would happen, you told him that it would happen. He tried to reassure you that he would never leave you alone in a time of need but look at where you are. Tears running down your cheeks, throat threatening to close the more you fight the tears as you watch him leave because he was needed elsewhere. Somewhere more important. What was more important than you? You tried to think of what went wrong? After two years together, when did he stop caring?

You wiped your face more roughly than you'd planned just as there was a knock at your door. Could it be Matt? Why would he be knocking and not just using his key? What did he need? You knew he wouldn't apologize for leaving you alone, he never did. With heavy feet you go to the door and come face to face with Frank standing awkwardly at your doorway.

"Frankie?" You asked confused. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You asked more frantic as you open the door wider to let him in. "No not hurt or nothing doll, came to check on you." He explained as he walked into your apartment, turning around to lock the door behind him out of habit. He hid the fact that you had accidently called him during your crying sessions minutes before he knocked on the front door.

"Check on me? What do you mean?" His heart sank as he truly takes in your form. "Doll no offense or anything but you're looking rough. Did something happen? Did someone happen cuz I'll handle it." You clenched your jaw as you listened to how concerned he sounded, how can Frank, a friend, care about you so much more than the man that was supposed to be your boyfriend?

You zoned out as you tried to stop yourself from crying even more, you hadn't noticed that Frank walked over to you until you were wrapped in his arms and crying into his chest. Frank was aware that Matt was no Romeo, but he had no idea that it was getting this bad again. "Oh doll" He mumbles as he rubs your back softly, "It'll be okay, the two of you will work it out no problem ya know? You always have."

He felt you shake your head against him before you pulled away slightly to look at him. His heart shattered seeing your eyes full of tears and cheeks flushed and stained from the tears that had fallen. "You don't get it Frankie, he...he just doesn't care. I don't know when it went bad or what I did to make everything go so bad! You care more than he ever did, and he's supposed to be my boyfriend?" A bitter laugh falls from you as you shake your head in disbelief. "I can't take it anymore; I can't be in such a loveless relationship anymore."

His eyebrows furrow hearing your rant, "Doll I'm sure it's not like that-" He tried to reassure you before you cut him off. "Frank I've seen how you love. You move mountains for who you love, and I don't think he'd walk across the fucking street for me." Your own heart broke hearing yourself vocalize the truth of Matt never fighting for you. He fought hard for so many things, so many other people but there was never a time where he fought for you. The realization hit you like a wave; you deserve to have someone that would fight for you, that would burn the world to save you.

Frank freezes hearing you say that. Rage fills his entire being quickly at the idea of you not being treated as you deserve. He doesn't know what he can do to help but he knows he can't just let you stay here any longer. "Go get your jacket."

A/n: should I start a Frank Castle tag list like I did for Logan howlett??? Lmk! Also if you enjoy my work PLEASE let me know! Either like, reblog or comment it means the world <3

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

Serennedy Pride Week 2025 Announcement!!

[ June 20th - 27th ]

Hello again!! Last year I [ @wisecrackingeric-2 ] hosted #serennedyprideweek in celebration of Pride Month, and since then I’ve had quite a lot of people asking me if I’d do it again this year, and well… here we are!! #SerennedyPrideWeek2025 goes from June 20th - 27th!!

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#SerennedyPrideWeek sits right in the middle of @/chrisker-week [ June 1st - 7th ] and @/puppynivans ‘s Nivanfield Week [ June 29th - July 3rd ], so please be respectful of other shippers if you plan on joining!! Dates may also be subject to change if the events end up clashing. Any inappropriate behaviour towards other shippers will not be tolerated and you will be blocked from the event.

If you need to contact me about the event or have any questions / need accessibility options, please message me on my main @wisecrackingeric-2 as this side blog doesn’t allow messages!! :D I’m the only person running this event, so apologies if it takes me a while to get back to you!!

The FAQ is under the cut for any questions you may have, but I’m mainly setting up this event to uplift and celebrate Queer art & artists during Pride Month, so to anyone who plans on joining; Remember to take care of yourself, Good Luck and Have Fun!!! Happy Pride Month in advance!! :D

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“How do I join the event?

It’s easy!! All you’ve gotta do is post your submission with the tag #serennedyprideweek2025 and I’ll reblog it!! Just PLEASE pretty please make sure to spell it correctly so I can find it!! :D

“Is it OK if I don’t do all the prompts / if I can only join for one or two days?”

That’s perfectly fine!!! You don’t have to commit to drawing something for every day of the week if you can’t!! This event just just for fun, so don’t feel pressured to make something for every prompt or feel discouraged from joining if you only have time to do one or two of the days!! :D

“Can I combine prompts? How strictly do I have to follow them?”

You can follow the prompts as closely or as little as you’d like!! You’re also more than welcome to merge them or move them to different dates if that suits you better!!

“Will this event be hosted on other sites?”

Nope!! Tumblr is really the only social media I use, but you’re MORE than welcome to post your art/writing etc on other websites!!!

“What mediums are allowed?”

Anything and everything!!!! Art, animation, collages, writing, song fics, edits, traditional art, photography, crafting etc etc etc- go wild!!!! The ONLY mediums I won’t allow are generative AI (this includes character ai conversations) of any kind or art that’s been traced from another artists work/art that’s been traced from a base with no link to the original source.

“Is there anything that ISN’T allowed in this event?”

The ‘Rules’ section linked at the top of the post goes into this a bit more!! I recommend giving it a read :D

[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

Half-Life | Chapter Five

He could survive the temptation a little longer, couldn't he?

Pairing: Plagas!Leon S. Kennedy/F!Chubby!Paranormal Investigator!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Mutual Pining, Angst, Sexual Tension, Smut, Rutting Behaviors, Monster Anatomy

Notes: Hey everyone. It's been nearly two years since I've uploaded a chapter, and I've been struggling to write this one for at least half that time, but it's finally done! I am super proud of this story and how it's progressed thus far, and it's been a roller coaster writing it. I really hope you enjoy it and that it was worth the wait! Please please please tell me your thoughts in the comments, it would mean so much to someone who has been struggling with creating my art the past year or so.

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Leon woke before you did, curled around Wolfie’s sleeping form. He stilled for a moment when he came to, the events of the previous night rushing back to him.

To ease his worry, he listened for Wolfie’s heartbeat to greet his keen ears. He let out a sigh of relief when the dog’s heart pattered strong and slow in his slumber, his rib cage expanding with a deep breath.

Leon then sat up, looking over to find you asleep on the couch in the same position he left you. You looked so peaceful, so serene. So beautiful.

Before he could stop himself, he crawled over to kneel next to your blanket-covered body and reached out his claws tentatively, stroking your hair that had fallen into your face. You stirred slightly but you didn’t wake, letting out a soft exhale. His palm remained where it laid upon the side of your head for a moment before he finally retracted it, knowing he was pushing his luck touching you like that.

He cringed when the memory of how he had gotten off to the thought of you came unbidden to his mind, a grimace forming on his monstrous face.

He didn’t deserve you, in any capacity, and that was more apparent now than ever after all you had done for him in the short time you’d been in his life.

For a moment, he considered what he might do if he were still human, if he had met you under normal circumstances—a world where he could ask you on a date, where he could kiss you freely, where he could give you even a fraction of what you’d given him.

He should’ve known better than to dwell on what-ifs. This was his reality: a lonely, miserable existence where he was this terrifying creature trapped within the confines of this abandoned village, and that was never going to change.

While still lost in his thoughts, you awoke, blinking at him to clear your bleary eyes.

“Hey…” you started, reaching out to touch his shoulder, the feeling of your warm hand soaking through the fabric of his shirt.

“Hey,” he replied, voice rough. “You sleep okay?”

“As well as anyone can on a sofa, I guess,” you responded with a quiet laugh. “Did you pass out on the floor?”

“Yeah, but I’m used to it.” Leon shrugged to dispel the sternness in your tone. “Besides, I wanted to be right next to Wolfie in case anything happened.”

Your expression seemed to soften at that, offering a small smile. “Makes sense. Hope you got some rest, at least. You needed it.”

Leon simply nodded in confirmation, silence falling over you as you both looked at Wolfie.

You got up slowly from the sofa, stretching out and popping your aching limbs as a yawn overtook you. “We should change his bandages soon.”

“Yeah, good idea,” he agreed distantly. You didn’t comment on his morose demeanor despite the furrow of your brows, and he was thankful.

The rest of the day was a quiet one, spent managing Wolfie’s injuries and cleaning up the mess made by the fiasco that was the previous night, mud and blood staining the floor and some of the furniture.

The rain returned as the sun began to set. You had both woken up well after noon due to your all-nighter, so there wasn’t much day left to be enjoyed anyway.

As you prepared yourself dinner, Leon ate the last of his fish and stirred a new fire in the hearth, the chill of yet another storm seeping into the room.

The relative silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable. The both of you just simply had a lot on your minds.

However, you seemed to liven up after your meal, returning to your usual chipper self. Leon liked you better this way. You always managed to lift his spirits.

“So…” you drawled as the two of you sat beside each other on the sofa, heating up near the fire, “why don’t I read you something? You know, just to pass the time.”

Leon chuckled at that. “What did you have in mind? Not more of that crappy vampire novel, I hope.”

“Well, maybe I could read The Hunchback of Notre Dame? Oooh, or Frankenstein?” you teased him.

Leon rolled his eyes and scoffed in faux offense, the idea of you reading him tragic stories about monsters not appealing to him in the slightest. “Never mind, I’d rather stick to the stupid vampire book. Might actually lighten the mood.”

“Ah, you think teen angst is amusing, do you?” you replied with a playful grin as you retrieved the novel.

“Only when it’s this ridiculous.” He returned your grin, grateful to be out of his own head for a while.

You tucked your legs beneath you when you sat down once more, beginning to read aloud from where you last left off. Leon simply watched you from his periphery, appreciating the curve of your cheek, the slope of your nose, the way your mouth moved as you spoke. He realized then that you could have been reading a damn math textbook and he would be content to simply listen to your voice and rake his eyes over your plush form.

A couple hours had passed when you finally closed the book, setting it on the cushion beside you as you looked over at Leon.

“Thoughts?” you asked with an impish smirk.

“Still sucks,” came his blunt reply. “That Edward guy is a creep. Bella should be steering clear of him. Why anyone would think this is a cute love story is beyond me.”

You laughed, a tinkling sound that warmed him more than the rippling fire. “Aw, come on, Leon. Where’s your sense of romance?”

“Died off ten years ago, I imagine,” he scoffed, the sound rough and sharp.

He regretted his harsh, self-pitying quip when he glanced over at you, seeing the smile fall off your face, replaced with a remorseful expression.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” he interjected quickly, offering a wry grin. “Just a grouchy bastard these days.”

He felt relieved when your lips curved upwards once more, cursing himself internally for always ruining the moment with his wallowing, wondering how you could even put up with him.

“That does have me curious, though,” you started, looking almost sheepish. “Could I ask you a… personal question?”

“You can ask me whatever you want, I guess. Whether I answer is another thing altogether.” His eyes glinted playfully, though he braced for the inevitable discomfort of your probing.

“You said that you weren’t romantically involved with your friend Claire, right? But was there… someone else, maybe?”

Leon let out a huff of a laugh, shaking his head. “You want to know my dating history, do you?”

“Only if you’re willing to indulge me,” you responded, gnawing your bottom lip in embarrassment.

The sight of your teeth pressing into the soft flesh had him momentarily distracted, but he cleared his throat, looking away as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, you could say there was… someone. It wasn’t… fuck, how do I even explain it?” he grumbled to himself. “Her name was—is—Ada. The thing between us was intense, but it never went anywhere. We always seemed to be working on opposite sides. Makes things complicated, I’m sure you can imagine.”

“That sounds hard,” you told him, offering a sympathetic nod. “Did… Did you love her?”

The question caught Leon off guard, and his face snapped up to look at you with furrowed brows. “I…” he began, but then stopped short, letting out a deep exhale. “I think maybe I did.”

“But you don’t anymore?”

Leon barked out a laugh, drawing his hand over his face in wry amusement. “What is with these questions? It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I guess not,” you replied softly, staring into the fire. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” Leon huffed, elbowing you teasingly. “To answer your question… I don’t really know how I feel anymore. I mean, that was a lifetime ago. Thinking about it just dredges up a whole boatload of shit I’d rather keep below the surface, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s fair.” You gave him a small smile before you paused, looking away from him thoughtfully for a moment. “Maybe… I could find her for you?”

Leon balked at that. “And what good do you think would come from that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you two could rekindle, I guess,” you replied, looking cowed by his reaction. “If that would make you happy…”

His chest clenched at your words. Christ, you were so impossibly sweet—naive to a maddening degree at times, but sweet. The idea of you going out of your way to search for Ada Wong of all people was almost comical. But beyond that, Leon didn’t want Ada to come here. Not only because he was a monster—one she would probably try to kill—but because you were really all he cared about right now, in the present. The only one he really desired.

He wasn’t going to admit that last part aloud, so he stuck with the first when he responded, “Sweetheart, look at me. You really think I could have some heartfelt reunion like this? I appreciate the intention there, but you have to admit that it’s kinda…”

“Stupid?” you finished for him, letting out a self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah, maybe it is. I guess I forget that most people would freak out around you.”

“I think that’s an understatement,” he said with a light chuckle.

“I just thought… I don’t know… that if she felt the same way about you… it wouldn’t matter…”

“It wouldn’t matter?” he echoed, vexed by the very notion. “Of course it matters. No one in their right mind would just choose to look past this.” He gestured vaguely to himself. “This isn’t some disfigurement someone could accept… I’m not human anymore.”

“I’ve accepted you, haven’t I?” you asked quietly, a look of hurt crossing your precious features.

Leon let out a frustrated growl, closing his eyes. “Yeah, but you’re different. The world isn’t like you. And hell, maybe it should be, but it’s not. It’s violent, and it’s scary, and it’s ugly…” he paused for a moment, letting out a breath. “Like me.”

There’s a silence that stretched out between you after his outburst, and he refused to look at you, staring instead at the flickering flame licking the scorched stone of the hearth.

“You’re right,” you finally said. “I’m not like most of the world. But neither are you.”

He deigned to glance your way and called your name as if to argue, but you held up your hand to stop him.

“You’re not like them because you’re good, Leon,” you murmured, voice small but resolute. “You’re kind, and you’re loyal, and you’re fiercely protective. So I don’t agree with how you see yourself. Not one bit. And if the people you left behind care about you even a fraction of how much you still care about them, they wouldn’t either.”

He said your name again, this time more of a whisper, as he looked directly at you. His mouth went dry as he took in the determined set of your jaw, the fire in your eyes having nothing to do with the flames dancing before you. He didn’t know how to respond, only able to stare at you and wonder how he got lucky enough to have you in his life at all.

“And another thing,” you started, your features shifting into more of a teasing grin to ease the tension, “I don’t think you’re ugly.”

The guffaw that left Leon’s throat was nothing short of thunderous, surprising the both of you and startling Wolfie from where he lay on his dog bed.

“I’m serious!” you exclaimed, your voice earnest despite the smile on your face. “You’re very handsome. As far as cryptids go.”

“You might be the strangest woman I’ve ever met,” Leon responded, though there was only fondness in those piercing red eyes. “I don’t understand you, not one bit.”

You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head in amusement. “Most people don’t.”

“Well… maybe I’d like to,” he murmured, the humor from the moment fading into something far more intimate. “Could you clue me in?”

You looked at him with a surprised expression, then glanced at the fire to collect your thoughts.

“Yeah, sure. Okay…” There was a long pause before you started to speak again, voice low, “The truth is, I guess I know how you feel. To a degree. Feeling like an outcast, I mean. Being treated like a freak. I’ve always been… looked at funny. Between my weird personality and interests that most people think are annoying or creepy… and the fact I’m a bigger woman who lives in a world that believes being overweight is some kind of moral failing… I spent a lot of time alone as a child because of that. And as a teen, I never got to be seen as pretty or desired. I thought I was just… inherently broken, I guess. Unwanted. Unlovable.”

Leon felt a slow, simmering rage begin to bubble up inside him at the very notion of you being mistreated, especially for the things he found the most endearing about you. How anyone could look at you and not see an angel, he wasn’t sure.

Before he could interject, however, you continued on, “I know that’s not true now. I mean, I grew up, found people like me. I’ve had a few relationships. But… I know what it’s like to be lonely simply for being what you are.”

“You didn’t deserve that,” Leon muttered darkly. “All of those people were just blind idiots. For one, I think your personality is interesting.” He paused a moment, contemplating whether he should admit the next part before deciding to go ahead, “And I think you’re beautiful too. As is.”

If Leon could snap a photo in his mind’s eye of how you looked in that moment—a bashful expression paired with a bright smile—he would keep it in his pocket to look at every day for the rest of his life. 

“Thank you, Leon,” you replied quietly.

“No need to thank me for being honest,” he responded with a noncommittal shrug. “And I appreciate you trying to relate to me. I can definitely see where you're coming from a bit better now. But I still gotta ask… Why chase after monsters specifically, huh?”

“I don't know… I guess it started when I first heard the urban legend of the Jersey Devil. A child born a monster, through no fault of his own, cast out by his family to haunt the woods forever… Maybe I seek out monsters not just because of the thrill, but because I empathize with them.”

“You might have a few screws loose, bunny,” Leon said, letting out a chuckle, “but you have a big heart.” He stopped, rubbing his clawed hand over his face wearily. “Doesn’t change the fact you’re tempting fate, though. You need to be more careful. Just ‘cause you feel for a monster, doesn’t mean it’ll feel for you.”

“You do.”

Leon cursed under his breath and rolled his eyes before regarding you again. “For now, sure.”

“For now? What do you mean by that?” you questioned, brows pinched in confusion. He loved that look on you. It was adorable. Made him want to cup your cheek and pull you closer, though he refrained.

He cleared his throat, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he gazed into the open flame, his tail flicking in a nervous rhythm where it was draped over the armrest of the couch. “Remember our first day together? When I told you I blacked out early on in my transformation and went into a feeding frenzy?”

You nodded and he took a deep breath before continuing, “I know it’s been a long time since then, since I lost control, but… I can’t promise you it won’t happen again. I can’t promise you I won’t lose myself completely. And what then? Would it be thrillseekers sneaking into the village I end up ripping apart? Wolfie? You?”

“It’s been ten years and it hasn’t happened yet,” you told him in earnest, reaching out to grip his forearm. He flinched at the contact, but didn’t remove your hand, enjoying the way your touch seemed to warm more than just his skin.

“Yet,” he repeated bitterly. “Look, from what I can tell, I’m not aging. That means I might be stuck like this forever. I don’t want to live this… this half-life for eternity. And if I did ever lose my humanity? Hell, I’d rather die on my terms than find out the hard way.”

“Leon���” you murmured, a concerned lilt in your voice that picked at the edges of his heart. He could barely look you in the eye now. “Don’t talk like that. You gotta believe there are things worth living for.”

He let out a scoff, finally glancing your way, his expression hardened. “And you’re too damn naive for your own good.”

You ripped your hand from his arm like you were burned, face twisted in a mix of hurt and indignation.

He regretted the harshness of his tone, but he stood by his words.

“Maybe I am naive,” you admitted, biting the inside of your cheek in agitation. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want anything happening to you, Leon. I meant it when I offered to come visit you again. You don’t have to face this alone anymore…”

He stared at you for a long moment, as if drinking in the concern and affection that alighted your cherubic features in the dim glow of the room. “I can’t be the reason you get hurt.”

“And I trust that you won’t hurt me,” you retorted matter-of-factly. “We are friends, aren't we?”

Friends. Wasn’t that a loaded word. Nothing about the way he felt for you was friendly, but he wouldn’t show his hand. “Yeah. We’re friends. But that won’t change anything if I lose control. A wild animal will always lash out, no matter how tame you think it may be. There might come a day where I’m no different than that bear I killed. Where I can’t think beyond pure instinct and hunger. You wouldn’t be safe from me if that happens.”

“I understand your concern, Leon. Really, I do. But you can’t bank your life on a maybe,” you replied, gaze imploring.

“And neither can you.”

You turned away from him, lips pressed in a hard line as you stared into the open flames. “Look, I still have a couple days left before my flight back home. Let’s just… table this, alright?”

Leon nodded, knowing there was no real point in arguing. At least not right now.

“Sounds good to me,” he agreed, voice low. “For now… how about I draw you up a bath? I’m sure you could use the stress relief after yesterday.”

“I… Okay, sure. Thank you,” you responded with a small smile, and he was glad to dispel the tension that had formed between you.

As he busied himself with heating the water for you, you sat beside Wolfie on the floor, petting his fur as you stared into the fire pensively.

Leon left you to it, not minding the comfortable silence, but he was pleasantly interrupted from his thoughts when he heard you singing softly to the old dog. 

He listened for a long while, momentarily forgetting the pot on the stove, quickly moving it from the flame when it started to boil over.

Hearing the slight scuffle, you turned around, eyebrow raised.

“Sorry, am I distracting you?” you asked sheepishly.

“No. Well… yeah,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But not in a bad way. I liked it. It’s… nice to hear up close.”

“Up close?” you questioned, confused.

It was Leon’s turn to feel slightly abashed as he answered, “Your singing… It’s the first time I heard your voice, that day you snuck into the village. It’s how I knew you were here at all.”

Your eyes widened at his revelation before you looked away from him.

“Well, that’s kind of embarrassing,” you said with a snort. “Sometimes on a cryptid hunt, I’ll sing to myself if I’m nervous. Making noise probably defeats the purpose, come to think of it, but old habits die hard.”

Leon laughs at that, shaking his head in fond exasperation. “It seemed to work out for you, didn’t it? You got yourself a bonafide cryptid, in the flesh.”

“Maybe I should write a paranormal investigation how-to book. Clearly I’m successful at it,” you teased him with a grin.

“Yeah, and make sure to put me as co-author,” he quipped sarcastically before dumping the last of the hot water into the tub. “Your bath is ready, by the way.”

“Thanks,” you tell him with a smile, standing up and heading into the side room.

Leon takes your place by Wolfie, his keen ears easily picking up on the sounds of rustling fabric as you strip down and the lapping of water as you slip into the tub. He suddenly feels heat spreading in his gut as he imagines you naked yet again, digging his palms into his eyes to stop the salacious thoughts.

Christ alive. He didn't want you to leave, but he was relieved that you would be heading out in a couple days time, just so he could finally be free of this lustful madness that seemed to have taken over him. He could survive the temptation a little longer, couldn't he?

“So, I was thinking…” came your disembodied voice, snapping him from his cogitation.

“Dangerous,” he joked half-heartedly.

“Har har.” He could practically see the roll of your eyes from behind the wall. “Anyway, I’ve been really brainstorming since last night about ways to keep in contact with you after I leave.”

Leon stiffened at that, unsure of where you were heading with this train of thought. “Yeah? And what ways are those?”

“Letters. I could pay someone to leave mine and pick up yours in the old hunting lodge, maybe? And since you can hear them from a distance, you could know when they come and go so you won’t get caught…”

“I… I appreciate that,” he said quietly.

“But?”

“I just… don’t think it’s a good idea.”

You sighed in disappointment, the sound grating on his very soul. “Right.”

Silence fell between you, and he knew without even seeing you that there was a look of melancholy on your face.

He didn’t understand why you tried so hard for him. He loved and hated it in equal measure.

“I’ll think about it,” Leon lied, hoping it would be enough to brighten you up once more. “And… I’ll think about you coming to visit me again.”

“Really?” you asked, the hope in your voice making him wince.

He never thought lying through his teeth could ever hurt so much. It was worth it to at least keep these next couple days a touch more carefree. The truth would only upset you, and he didn’t want to spend his remaining time fighting.

“Yeah. But don’t think that’s a yes,” he tacked on, hoping to quell his own guilt a bit.

A half-truth is better than a lie, right? God, he couldn’t believe he was trying to justify it, but he made up his mind regardless.

Soon after that conversation, you got out of the tub, dried off, and changed into your pajamas before walking back into the main room. Leon’s eyes roved over your form, admiring your curves when you weren’t looking. 

After brushing your teeth, you joined him by the fire again, plopping onto the couch with a contented sigh.

So he was correct in his assumption that his lie—or half-truth, whatever you’d call it—would put you in a good mood. Somehow it didn’t make him feel any better.

He never liked the concept of a ‘necessary evil’, and he was now reminded why.

He got up after a moment, getting ready for bed himself before sitting next to you once again, your thigh brushing against his and making him tense slightly.

You were so goddamned warm, it was like it radiated through the whole of him even at such innocuous contact.

He then flinched when you laid your head upon his shoulder, but was quick to settle down, craving this simple intimacy more than he thought possible.

“You know, Leon… I’m gonna miss this,” you murmured, picking at a loose thread on your shirt.

His heart clenched again for the umpteenth time that night. If he didn’t already know he wasn’t affected by human maladies, he’d think he was at risk of cardiac arrest.

“Yeah. Me too,” he managed to rasp out in response.

“I’m gonna miss you…”

His tongue was like a weight in his mouth, not allowing him to speak for a moment. “I… I’ll miss you too.”

Now that wasn’t a lie, so why did it feel so tortuous to admit it? Perhaps because he knew he’d never see you again, and such a confession was just another mark against his resolve to end things before his bestial nature finally took root.

The two of you sat together for quite some time. The clock you had brought him ticked through the silence alongside the occasional crackle of the hearth fire and pitter-patter of the raindrops upon the roof—the only indication time was passing at all.

The air felt heavy, but not from the ongoing storm. No, more from all the things that could be said, hanging aloft between you. And yet… you both remained silent.

So lost in his thoughts and the sensation of you leaning against him, it took Leon quite some time to realize you had fallen asleep, soft snores drifting from your slightly ajar mouth.

He smiled tenderly at the sight, wanting nothing more than to wrap you up in his arms and never let go.

So, he gently stood and scooped you up, carrying you to his bedroom. The weight of you felt like it belonged in his embrace. Something he would willingly carry forever, if he could.

Once upstairs, he laid you on his own mattress, tucking the blankets around your body to keep you warm, already missing the feel of your skin against his.

For a fleeting moment he was tempted to lay beside you, but knew better than that, instead sweeping a finger along your cheek and enjoying the way the soft skin gave beneath his knuckles.

Glancing at your air mattress, he made the split decision to grab your blankets and pillow from it before heading back downstairs, curling up on the floor beside Wolfie once again with the stolen bedding.

The smell of you permeated his nose, and he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, choosing to ignore the familiar stirring in his loins in favor of another fitful sleep.

It was going to be a hard couple of days.

+++

The next morning, you were met with the sun filtering in through the gaps of the curtains, rubbing at your lash line to dispel the sleep from your vision.

When you sat up, you were confused that you weren’t downstairs on the couch where you had drifted off or even on your air mattress.

You were in Leon’s bed.

It took you a moment—logic coming to you as you fully roused from unconsciousness—to realize that he must have carried you upstairs and tucked you in.

Heat crept up your neck at the very idea, half-wishing you had been awake for it, though a part of you was embarrassed.

You hadn’t been picked up since you were a child, and yet Leon swept you into his arms as if you weighed nothing. You supposed having his monstrous strength came with many plus sides. Though he always treated you with such care, like you were made of porcelain.

Normally, you’d be annoyed by it, wondering if he found you to be too incompetent to do anything on your own, but instead you only felt your chest tighten with barely restrained affection.

You didn’t deserve him.

As you ran your hand over your unruly hair and stood from the bed to face the day, a sudden cramp needled inside your lower belly.

Shit, was it really that time of the month again? You recalled the current date and counted backwards.

Yep. You were ovulating.

Better than being on your period, but the symptoms of mittelschmerz weren't exactly pleasant either.

Nothing a painkiller couldn’t handle.

You meandered downstairs, still only in pajamas, finding Leon already awake and sitting on the floor beside Wolfie. His clawed hand was splayed out across the dog’s furry side, avoiding his injuries as he petted him.

He turned as you leaned against the archway of the main room’s entrance with a soft smile on your face, his red eyes practically glowing as they seemed to drink you in.

“Morning,” he greeted, voice rough from sleep. He must have only just gotten up like you had.

“Good morning,” you responded cheerfully. You glanced at the ground beside Leon and realized he had taken your pillow and blankets and slept on the floor again. “You know, you could have just left me on the couch.”

He shook his head. “You were exhausted. I figured you could use a good night’s sleep on a real bed.”

“And you… carried me upstairs?” you asked, just for clarification.

He looked sheepish. “Yeah, I did. Hope you don’t mind. You were out cold and I didn’t wanna disturb you.”

That crawling heat made its way up to your face again, and you couldn’t stop the shy smile that formed there, avoiding eye contact. “No, I don’t mind at all. Um… Thank you. You’re a good host, all things considered.”

He snorted at that. “Whatever you say, bunny.”

You let out a quiet laugh, your gaze falling on Wolfie.

“Guess it’s time to change his bandages,” you said, grabbing the supplies and approaching the old dog.

Leon stood up and moved back to let you kneel on the floor and get to work, gently tending to the wounds. When Wolfie let out a soft whine as you shifted him, you petted his head soothingly, your heart hurting at his discomfort.

As you finished up, you asked Leon without turning around, “Did you already give him his pain meds?”

You were met with only silence, and in confusion, you peered over at him.

He was standing in the corner of the room, his breathing abnormally heavy as he stared at you with a distant look in his eyes.

“Leon…?” you questioned, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. He took one long step forward and you jumped to your feet. “What’s wrong?”

Your voice seemed to snap him back to reality, and a shuddering exhale left him as he backed away, the look of horror on his face making a pit form in your stomach.

“Leon, you’re scaring me. What’s gotten into you?” you implored, moving closer to him with a placating hand outstretched despite your body telling you to run.

He staggered further back. “N-no, stay away from me.”

“Leon…” you murmured, refusing to listen to common sense and his warning, taking another step.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, the sound making your heart rate pick up exponentially, but he let you approach when his spine hit the wall.

You stood a couple feet from him, and even from this distance, you could see that his pupils were impossibly dilated, practically eating the piercing red of his eyes. Your own widened when you noticed the trickle of drool spilling from his mouth, his sharp teeth glinting in the low light of the room.

Oh. Oh no. Was it happening? Was he going into a frenzy right now?

But he said before that it only happened when he went too long without food, and you knew he ate last night.

Was it you? Were you triggering this somehow?

“Talk to me,” you urged softly.

“You have to leave,” he rasped. “Now.”

He shook his head almost violently as if trying to return to himself, and inched towards the stairs before bounding up them so fast you could barely make out his lean form in the blur. Only a few seconds passed when you heard his bedroom door slam shut.

Despite the primal fear rippling up your spine, your heart sank.

Wolfie let out a huff of pain as he tried to stand up, upset by his owner’s evident distress. You rushed over to him to calm him down, shushing him as you stroked his head soothingly, trying to process what had just occurred.

What could you do? Listen? Pack your things and book it to your rental car?

No. You weren’t going to abandon him. Not yet.

So, even with the rational part of your brain screaming at you to follow his demand, you took a deep breath and slowly made your way up the stairs.

You stood outside of the door, chewing on your bottom lip as you considered what to say, your hand trembling when you gently knocked on the aged wood.

“Leon,” you called out to him. “Please tell me what’s going on.”

“Why the hell can’t you listen to me?” he snarled from the other side. “Do you not get that I’m a danger to you? You need to go. And don’t fucking come back.”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong,” you responded, surprised by the conviction in your voice. “Are you hungry? Is that what’s happening?”

You heard him release a deep sigh. “No, I’m not… hungry.”

“What’s causing it? Is it something I did?”

“It’s not your fault,” he assured. “But… when you got closer to me downstairs, I could… smell you.”

“Smell… me?” You were perplexed, not sure what he could even mean if it wasn’t his appetite being stirred by your presence. “I don’t understand.”

There was a stretch of silence, and you could hear your heart hammering in your chest, desperate to get to the bottom of this. To fix it.

“I’m not hungry,” he repeated, voice low, shame evident in his tone, “for food…”

Oh.

Oh.

“I’m, uh…” You swallowed, the pit in your stomach transforming into butterflies as you struggled to get out the words, remembering that sharp little cramp in your abdomen. “I—I’m ovulating. Is that it…?”

You heard him pull in a ragged breath from behind the door, but he didn’t respond.

You took that as enough of an answer.

So this was some deep-seated biological reaction. A sexual one.

You couldn’t stop the shiver that overtook you as the implications processed in your mind.

You paused, swaying slightly on your feet as you made a decision that would likely alter your friendship irrevocably, mouth moving faster than your brain:

“Let me help you.”

He gasped softly before another bout of quiet fell over you.

It was apparent Leon was coming to terms with your suggestion—what could be read between the lines of those four simple words—and you tensed as you awaited his reply with bated breath.

Did you finally lose your goddamn mind?

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he muttered darkly. “I could hurt you if I lose control.”

“Is that the only thing stopping you?” you implored, needing to know if this went beyond simple biology. That maybe he really did want you the way you wanted him.

You were met with silence yet again, until you heard the sound of him nearing the door of his room. You saw the shadows of his taloned feet stretching out towards you from under the gap.

“I’m a monster,” he told you, as if that was enough of an explanation—enough of a reason for you not to follow through on what it was you were offering him.

“And I don’t care,” you stated bluntly. Calmly. “I will walk away if you really don’t want this. But know that I do. More than I should, probably.”

Leon let out a sharp intake of breath. “Bunny… I…”

You knew why he hesitated, what was running through his brain. And so you tried to quell it.

“I trust you not to hurt me, Leon.”

That seemed to do the trick, because he only paused for a moment before finally opening the door.

He was in quite the state, a flush blooming over his pale skin and his hair in disarray from running his clawed fingers through it in his disquietude. He started panting lightly as your scent wafted over to him again, broad chest heaving. 

“Are you sure about this?” he questioned, voice practically a wisp. You could see how tenuous the hold on his self-control truly was as he looked at you, his eyes trailing over your body in a way that made your thighs press together.

“Yes,” you murmured.

He took a tentative step closer, his hand reaching out to grasp your upper arm firmly, though not painfully. “You should be with a human.”

“Humans are overrated.”

A ghost of a smile twitched up the corners of his mouth, baring his sharp teeth before he leaned down, pressing his forehead gently against yours.

“I can’t even kiss you properly,” he lamented, his visage turning melancholic.

It made your heart ache to hear the yearning in his tone, but you were nothing if not determined. You wanted this. Badly.

“We’ll just have to work around it,” you asserted. “Here, sit on the bed for me.”

He pulled back at your soft command with raised brows, but simply nodded, closing the door behind you before tugging you along with him. He then perched on the bed, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and an unadulterated lust that made your toes curl where you stood between his long legs.

You gingerly placed your palms against his shoulders, crowding closer to him, your noses nearly brushing.

“Do you really want this, Leon?” You knew from his expression and body language that he clearly did, but you needed to make sure. Needed him to verbalize that the tension between you was real, that you hadn’t imagined it these last few days in his company.

“I know I’m not the prettiest woman in the world,” you added, half-joking, though the self-deprecation revealed your insecurities in a way that made you internally cringe.

His brows knitted together at that and he brought his fingers to your hips, ever so slowly sliding them upward, making you shiver.

“How many times do I have to say it? You know I think you’re beautiful,” he groused lightly. “And I’d be lying if I told you I haven’t been thinking about getting my hands on you since the moment we met.”

Your stomach did a little flip at the admission and, emboldened, you tilted your head forward and pressed your lips to the top part of his mouth, meeting both skin and teeth.

A sound rumbled in his chest, not unlike a purr, and he closed his eyes as he huffed out a breath.

Taking that as encouragement, you began to slowly place kisses all over his face, something you had been fantasizing about for days. You could hardly believe this was actually happening, but you weren’t about to let the opportunity get away from you.

You gasped when Leon ducked his head to bury his nose into the crook of your neck, his impossibly long tongue slithering along your skin.

“You taste as good as you smell,” he breathed into your throat. The hot puff of air mingled with the cooling slick of his spit, making goosebumps erupt over your flesh.

Considering he was a man-eating monster, perhaps those words should have frightened you. They didn’t. If anything, they spurred you on, your kisses against his face growing almost feverish.

His clawed hands gripped you by the waist, easily hoisting you onto his lap, your legs splayed across his muscular thighs. Your nails dug into his shoulders as a shocked mewl escaped your lips.

“Leon…” you whispered, urging him on. You felt his length hardening under you, even between the layers of your clothes, making you squirm against him.

An inhuman growl emanated from deep in his chest, the sound possessive and predatory.

“I can hear your heart beating,” he mused, his hands sliding beneath your pajama shirt to feel your skin.

A groan left him at the sensation of your soft, warm flesh under his palms, and then suddenly your world was spinning when he flipped you onto his large bed.

Your head hit the pillows with a quiet, “Oof.”

Before you even came to terms with your new position, Leon was already hovering over you, the look on his face making a thrill run up your spine. He was practically feral, his red eyes—or black, rather, considering the size of his pupils—were wild and oh so hungry.

You could only stare up at him, frozen by his gaze as he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand.

“You’re being awfully compliant for me, sweetheart,” he teased lowly as he trailed a finger down the center of your torso, eliciting a shiver from you. “Where’s that smart mouth now, huh? I’ve barely touched you and you’re already putty in my hands. Not that I’m complaining.”

Your mind tried wading through the haze of awe and lust that drowned out your psyche to find some kind of retort just to shut him up.

It was a wasted effort, however, because Leon dipped towards you and shoved that sinful tongue between your parted lips, his razor sharp teeth pressing against your mouth in a simulacrum of a kiss.

He licked against the insides of your cheeks, dancing along your oral cavity until the tip of that prehensile muscle burrowed into the back of your throat.

You choked at the sensation and he pulled back, panting, his features turning sheepish.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, moving to cradle your face, nuzzling his nose against your temple. “Hard not to get carried away when I’ve finally got you under me like this.”

“S’okay,” you assured him with a smile, your recently freed hands reaching out for him. One skated along his spine while the other played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I don’t mind it…”

His lean form shuddered beneath your ministrations and he withdrew to look at you, his contrite expression shifting to one of mischief.

“You don’t, huh? Well…”

You gasped when he grabbed the neckline of your pajama shirt and ripped it directly down the middle, exposing your bare chest to his ravenous gaze.

“Fuck…” he rasped, eyes raking over your curves in wonderment.

“Leon!” you huffed out indignantly, “I like these pajamas!”

He snorted at your complaint, smirking as he lowered his hands to cup your breasts gently. “There’s that fire I was waiting for.”

You let out a soft whine as he caressed the sensitive mounds, the noise rising in pitch when he leaned down to flick his tongue across your rapidly hardening nipples.

You tried to be patient and enjoy the moment, your body thrumming with pleasure, but the burning need was too much to bear. “Leon, please… I need more…”

“I think I can manage that,” he replied with a lecherous grin, licking down your body to the apex between your legs.

Similarly to your top, he simply shredded the fabric of your shorts and panties, seemingly losing patience himself.

You scoffed in annoyance as more of your clothes were destroyed, but it was quickly forgotten when he settled between your thick thighs, leveling you with a heated stare that made your breath hitch.

“Don’t worry, bunny,” he purred, “I’ll make it up to you…”

His eyes then dropped to your slit, releasing a ragged breath at the sight. “You smell so fucking good, baby. I have to taste you.”

Before you could formulate a response, he was diving forward, his tongue lapping at your cunt, already slick with your arousal.

You let out a whimper at the feeling, and Leon responded with a satisfied groan, devouring you like a man—or beast, in his case—starved.

That wicked tongue teased your entrance before slowly dipping inside, your hips bucking as his nose rubbed against your clit.

Any normal woman would be terrified to have those sharp teeth so close to her most intimate areas, but something about the risk only heightened your desire.

His hands gripped your thighs to hold them open, claws digging into the flesh there, hard enough to leave indents but not draw blood.

His tongue delved even deeper into your pussy, long enough that the tip made contact with your cervix. He curled it inside of you, laving against your g-spot in a maddening rhythm that had you hurtling towards the edge faster than you could warn him.

Your back arched off the bed, fingers tangling into his blond hair as a loud cry was ripped from your throat.

You tried to catch your breath as your orgasm crested over you, but Leon was relentless, moaning against your cunt as he continued to tongue-fuck you.

“Leon, too much,��� you mustered, pushing his forehead away from your heated flesh.

It took him a moment to come back to himself, so lost in the taste of you, but he finally retreated to let you recover.

“Tastes better than any dessert,” he rasped. “I’d live down here if you’d let me.”

“You better start paying rent, then,” you joked, letting out a breathy laugh.

Leon rolled his eyes, moving to sit back on his haunches. “Does giving you as many orgasms as you can handle sound like a fair trade?”

You pretended to think about it. “Take your shirt off and we have a deal.”

He chuckled at that, pulling his t-shirt over his shoulders and tossing it onto the floor. “You drive a hard bargain, but I think I can swing it.”

He crawled back over you and you ran your gaze over his bare torso appreciatively, tentatively lifting a finger to trail along his muscles.

The sensation made him groan softly and he grabbed your wrist, forcing your palm flush against his skin, sliding it down until it pressed against the noticeable bulge in his pants.

“Feel that?” he questioned rhetorically, rubbing your hand over his clothed length. “This is what you do to me, sweetheart. You have no idea how fucking crazy you make me.”

“You could give me an idea…” you murmured, shifting to cup him more firmly.

He growled at your teasing response, pulling your wrist away so he could reach for the button of his pants.

Your lashes fluttered as you watched him undo the zipper, pushing his trousers and boxers down and off of his long legs.

You sucked in a breath at the sight of his rigid length.

“Oh,” you mumbled with wide eyes, “you’re… big.”

He smirked at that, crawling over you once again, his tail whipping behind him in what you assumed must be excitement, which made your heart stutter at the implication.

“Yeah? Can you handle me, baby?” he asked, nuzzling into your breasts as he notched his tip against your entrance. “Tell me right now if you can’t, and I’ll stop.”

You delved your fingers into his hair, tugging slightly so he’d meet your gaze. “I think I can.”

He looked at you with hooded eyes, barely pressing into you so you could feel the slight stretch before pulling back. “You just think you can? You don’t sound very convincing.”

“Leon!” you whined desperately, canting your hips for more contact. “I can handle it. I can. Please.”

Apparently your breathy pleas were enough, because he finally pushed his hips forward, breaching you slowly, the sensation of him splitting you open making you gasp.

“Fuck, bunny,” he grunted, stilling for a moment to appreciate your tight warmth pulsing around him, “you feel even better than I imagined. So much better.”

“You imagined this?” you questioned airily, hooking your legs over his hips.

“Yeah, in excruciating detail,” he responded with a self-deprecating chuckle. “Even jerked off to the thought of you. Not my proudest moment, but it’s the truth.”

You exhaled unevenly at his confession, your inner walls contracting at the thought.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. “You liked that, huh? Knowing you had me wrapped around your little finger this whole damn time? Now look at you, wrapped around me instead.”

You couldn’t even muster a reply before he started to move, shallow grinding quickly shifting into harsh thrusts that knocked the air from your lungs.

He was beautiful like this; pale skin tinged pink, dark blond hair a halo around his face, his crimson eyes hazy with lust as he stared down at you intently, wanting to witness your every micro-expression.

His movements increased in pace and you let out a needy whine, shutting your eyes as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

But then you felt something slide across your middle, and when your lids shot open, you glanced at your stomach to find Leon’s tail wrapping around your waist.

Before you could comment on it, Leon tightened his tail’s hold on you and lifted you up, the new angle making the volume of your moans louder as he hit deeper inside of you, even as the barbed end lay flush against your torso, the sharp edge threatening to prick your skin.

Your gaze shifted back up to Leon’s face when a splash of something warm and wet hit your sternum, and you realized he was drooling, any human parts of him seeming to vanish, replaced by an animalistic desperation for release.

A growl, not unlike the rumble of a crocodile, emitted from deep in his chest as he lowered his face into the junction of your shoulder and neck.

“Pretty little rabbit, looking good enough to eat,” he muttered darkly against your skin. The words made a chill run up your spine, though more heat pooled within your belly.

Leon snaked a hand up to grasp your cheeks roughly, pushing your face to the side to reveal more of your throat.

“Leon,” you gasped, a sudden panic flooding through you as he dragged his tongue over your pulse point, his razor-like teeth gently scraping the flesh.

“Wanna mark you,” he breathed lowly. 

Despite the fear, your body seemed to enjoy the thrill as it tensed, your orgasm ripping through you unexpectedly and violently.

He whipped his head back to look down at you as you fell apart on his cock, your cry of ecstasy enough to pull him from his primal urges. He groaned deeply as your inner walls spasmed around him, squeezing his length rhythmically.

“Fuck, bunny,” he grunted, digging his claws into your hips as he chased his own bliss. You could feel them prick your skin, the sharp pain only intensifying your pleasure.

His thrusts picked up to a nearly impossible pace, hitting so deep inside of you, you worried he might tear through.

Your eyes rolled into your head as you climaxed for a third time, only managing a silent scream as you gushed around his length.

The sensation proved Leon’s undoing and he threw his head back, cock spasming as his seed flooded your depths, letting out a whimper that seemed to catch in his throat.

After grinding a few moments to extend your mutual pleasure, he finally stilled, looking down at you with a heaving chest.

He traced his eyes over your form and it was like clouds clearing from his vision when he looked down at your hips, instantly releasing them from his grasp.

“Fuck, you’re bleeding,” he murmured, voice rough with exertion and guilt, wiping his palms against the trickles of crimson drying on your flesh. “Are you okay?”

You glanced down, seeing the damage, and chuckled airily. “I’m fine, Leon. I can barely feel it.”

He let out a grunt as he slowly eased out of you, watching his spend trickle from your puffy slit. “Uh… I didn’t pull out. Is that… I mean, I don’t think I can even get you pregnant, but…”

You rolled your eyes, reaching out to tug him closer to you, kissing his cheek affectionately. “I’m on birth control, don’t sweat it.”

He relaxed against you, unraveling his tail from your midsection before laying next to you on the bed, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you against him.

“I think I lost control for a minute there,” he breathed into your hair. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Not exactly how I wanted our first time to be.”

Your heart rate kicked up a notch at his words. “Yeah? And how did you want it to be?”

He was quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts before he replied, his breath fanning across your temple, “Gentler, for one. And I definitely wanted to take my time with you instead of… well, what just happened. But Christ, you were making it hard to think straight.”

“I would apologize for refusing to leave earlier, but I’m not sorry,” you said with a teasing grin, angling your face to look at him. “Frankly, that was better than anything I’ve ever felt.”

A look of surprise crossed his features before it turned into one of smug satisfaction. “Is that so? I’m the best you’ve ever had? Glad to know that even after ten years, I haven’t lost my edge.”

You snorted at his words. “Well, don’t get me wrong, I’m not some virginal maiden—not by a long shot—but that was intense in a way that’s… I’m not sure. It’s indescribable.”

His expression softened before he nuzzled his nose against yours. “It’s this connection between us, bunny. Whatever this is we have, it’s not easy to come by.”

You smiled almost shyly in response.

“You might have a point there.” Your tone became mischievous after a moment when you added, “But I think the whole monster anatomy thing kinda helped.”

It was his turn to laugh, a deep rumble that bubbled up from his throat as he pulled back from you, throwing his arm over his face.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” he questioned fondly, peeking at you from under the crook of his elbow.

You grinned widely. “And don’t you forget it.”

A comfortable silence fell over the both of you as you looked into each other’s eyes, but soon your mind began to run rampant once more after the fog of pleasure finally lifted.

“You said you couldn’t get me pregnant?” you asked him, returning to your usual curious nature.

He let out a huff of a laugh, shaking his head in mild exasperation. “I said I don’t think I can. The Plagas asexually reproduce, so as far as I’m aware, my entire reproductive system is affected.”

“If that’s the case, then why did me ovulating set you off so much?”

He paused, considering it with pinched brows. “I… I’m not sure, honestly. I guess that there are enough human instincts left in me that interacted with the parasite’s. Wires got crossed, so to speak.”

“And was it the human or the Plagas part of you that wanted to ‘mark’ me?” your tone was teasing, but you were expecting an honest answer. The thought of him sinking his teeth into you was both a disturbing and enthralling prospect.

A pretty blush spread across his skin as he averted his gaze. “Jesus. I don’t know where that came from. But I’m glad I didn’t. I could have seriously hurt you. Which is exactly why I told you to stay away in the first place.”

“Hindsight is twenty-twenty.” You shrugged, unrepentant. 

“Yours, maybe,” he grumbled under his breath, though he seemed almost relieved that you had dug in your heels and refused to walk away—ever-stubborn and mule-like as you were.

You chuckled softly, eyes raking over his form once again.

“Hm,” you uttered, biting your lower lip pensively. “The Plagas… they’re very insect-like, right?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Why?”

“Well… you won’t, like, keel over like a bee, will you?” you questioned, a note of concern in your voice.

“What?”

“Male bees… They die after… mating.”

Leon looked at you with raised brows, momentarily locked in a stunned silence. “And you didn’t think to mention this before?”

“I just now thought about it!” you replied defensively.

He let out a chuckle, affectionately running his hand over the swell of your soft stomach. “Wouldn’t be the worst way to go.”

You snorted in response, turning to lay your head on his chest, staring down at him. “Oh, yeah? Getting into bed with me is worth the risk of post-coital death?”

He nodded emphatically, a grin on his face. “Definitely. In fact…”

With a sudden movement, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over your supine form once more.

“I say we make the most of our time,” he continued playfully, gripping your hips, “if I’m gonna ‘keel over’, as you put it.”

After letting out a soft gasp at being manhandled again, you let out a bright laugh, your hands roaming over his abdomen.

“Who am I to deny a man his dying wish?” you teased, legs hooking around his waist.

And so you spent the rest of the day wrapped in each other’s arms.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

+++

The next morning, Leon awoke to the weight of your head on his chest, blinking away sleep as memories of the day before flooded his mind.

The way you felt against him, under him, wrapped around him—the noises you made in the throes of passion, the breathy way you begged him for more, and even the soft giggles that escaped you in the quiet moments between…

Christ alive, this was more than he ever thought he’d get. Certainly more than he deserved.

He found himself mindlessly stroking your back, marveling at the silkiness of your bare skin beneath his clawed hand.

He felt a twinge of guilt, however, when his palm swept over the scabbed scratch marks that marred your otherwise smooth flesh. He never wanted to be so rough with you, to make you bleed, but you seemed to have enjoyed it. Encouraged it, even.

You were such an odd little thing; appearing so innocent, and yet the moment he got you in his bed, you were nothing but wanton and pliant. And he never would have guessed someone so strong-willed and independent could be so… submissive. So needy.

If he was obsessed with you before, having his way with you only deepened it.

He could picture it now: the two of you living in domestic bliss, the days spent meandering through the village hand-in-hand, the evenings cozied up on the couch by the fire with you reading him whatever book caught your fancy, the nights enveloped in his sheets and each other’s bodies…

Leon was a hopeless romantic at heart, after all. Not that he’d ever admit it.

However, reality seemed to crash over him when he remembered you were leaving today, and that he planned to never see you again for both your sake and his.

The sting of his realization was sharp, but his resolve couldn’t waver. It was better this way. Safer.

But god, the way you felt here in his arms… he never wanted it to end.

He found himself hugging you against him tightly, pressing his nose to the crown of your head, the smell of your shampoo and your natural scent bringing him a modicum of comfort.

He only spent a measly week in your company. Only got a single day of experiencing the pleasures of your body.

He could almost curse himself for not giving in sooner to his baser instincts so that he could have enjoyed this moment for a little longer. 

It just wasn’t enough time.

If he were honest with himself, though, no time spent with you could ever be enough. But he knew he had to make peace with letting you go.

And he thought he had made peace with it. Right up until you kissed him yesterday and every nerve in his body lit up like a forest fire—equally as sweltering. Equally as devastating.

He was so utterly stupid for letting things go this far. Both selfish and self-sabotaging knowing that he got what he desired at the cost of his own sanity. At the cost of your safety.

He knew it was a mistake, no matter how much he didn’t actually regret it. He should have been stronger. Firmer in telling you to get out and never return.

But the animal inside of him refused to listen. It was always a feat to wrangle the damn thing, especially where you were concerned.

Though perhaps a part of him foolishly convinced himself that he could get you out of his system if he succumbed to his lust. He knew now that was bullshit.

If he was less determined to protect you from himself and the seemingly inevitable death of his humanity, he would keep you here forever—his darkest depths willing him to chain you to his bed so you could never leave.

He wished he didn’t care this damn much, because then it wouldn’t hurt so bad to let you go.

But for your sake, he would do it. He would do anything.

In his mind, you deserved only good things. You deserved happiness.

You deserved someone who wasn’t a monster.

You stirred awake then, smiling at him groggily as you came to, pulling him from his melancholy cogitations.

“Hey,” you murmured, your sleepy voice making his heart swell in his chest. He closed his eyes and let out a contented hum when you reached out, tucking his shaggy blond hair behind his slightly pointed ear.

“Hey,” came his reply, voice gravelly. He could pretend for a moment that the future was a far off thing, that he could just enjoy the feel of your touch a little longer, as if the two of you were suspended in this moment of normalcy. Of happiness.

“How did you sleep?” you asked, your hand dropping to place against his toned chest.

He chuckled at that, rolling his eyes before he nuzzled his nose against your temple. 

“Sweetheart, I don’t want to talk about how I slept…” he murmured, his palm sliding down to rest on your hip, squeezing slightly. “In fact, there’s plenty of other things I’d rather be doing…”

You hummed at that, as if you were considering the implication of his words deeply.

“I’m a little sore…” you started.

He looked down your body at your words, watching the way his claws dug slightly into your flesh.

“If I didn’t have these damn things, I’d be working you up with my fingers right now,” he groused, sliding his claws along your inner thigh so softly, it made you shiver. “And if I didn’t have these teeth, my lips would be all over you…”

“It’s okay, Leon. Really,” you reassured him, grabbing his wrist to make him sweep his fingers across your slit in a barely-there caress, your breath catching slightly. “We have to adjust some things, but the sex is still incredible, I can promise you that.”

He grunted in response, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit with enough pressure to make you writhe. “Still, though… I just wish you could have met me before I became… this.”

“Well, I want you now. As you are,” you replied with an airy voice, gently canting your hips to grind against his hand. “Besides, it’s not like you would even give me a second glance had we met if you were still human. I know what you looked like before, Leon. You could have had anybody.”

He froze at your words, removing his hand from between your legs completely, making you huff softly in frustration.

“You don’t know that, bunny,” he responded, an almost offended glint entering his red eyes.

You let out a humorless laugh. “Sure, I can’t say for certain, but I’m not delusional. In what world would someone like you want someone like me without these extenuating circumstances?”

“That’s not fair,” he shot back defensively.

Your insecurity rearing its head always made his heart clench painfully in his chest. He didn’t know how to make you see what he sees when he looked at you—or how to make you experience the feelings he gets simply by being in your presence.

“Sorry, I’m not trying to be a Debbie Downer, Leon… I’m just being realistic. I’m essentially a nobody, and you’re a national hero.” Your tone was dismissive, casual, but the way you avoided his gaze told him just how much you believed that.

His brows pinched together in barely contained vexation.

“Look, maybe you’re right that I’d feel differently if I were still human,” he conceded somewhat. “But I know that in every universe, if I got the chance to know you, I would think you were funny, and sharp, and had a big heart. And that you were beautiful, inside and out.”

He moved his hand up to your face, grabbing it gently and making you look him in the eyes. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, bunny? You drive me fucking insane, in best possible way. I’ve never known anyone like you.”

Your expression softened at his admission, and you offered him a sweet little smile that had his heart skipping a beat before you leaned in to press a chaste kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Thanks. I guess it's hard for me to believe that sometimes considering my past, but… I’m glad to know you feel that way. And I can’t even begin to describe how much I like you too. Not despite your mutation, but in tandem with it.”

“Hmf, my sweet little weirdo,” he teased, his eyes crinkling.

“I guess that makes you my big cuddly dork,” you retorted with a playful grin.

“A dork, huh?” he asked, amused. “I think I’m gonna make you eat those words…”

You giggled when he bent down to lap his tongue against your ear, but it soon shifted into a needy whine as he dragged the fleshy muscle along your throat, tasting the salty sweetness of your skin.

Before the two of you could get further, your phone alarm began to blare loudly in his otherwise quiet room, and you both jumped and cursed at the interruption.

When you pulled away from him to grab the device and turn off the alarm, a melancholy expression overtook your lovely face.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Leon questioned, stroking along your side in a soothing motion.

“I… I forgot I have to leave today,” you answered, voice quiet and filled with disappointment.

“Oh,” was all he could muster. Of course, your eventual departure had been hovering in his mind for the last twenty-four hours, but your evident distress about it left him with a bittersweet kind of feeling he wasn’t sure how to place.

You had enjoyed his company so much you forgot how much time had passed, but it was a reminder of just how little of it remained.

As much as it pained him, he knew he had to usher you to go before he lost his resolve completely.

“C’mon, sweetheart, you need to get packed and ready to head out,” he urged softly, sweeping his nose against your pulse point one last time before getting up from the bed.

He didn’t miss the way you watched him stretch out his nude form and slowly slide on his clothes, a smirk on his face, evident even with the massive rows of sharp teeth.

“Bunny…” he warned, turning to face you once he was dressed.

You grumbled, sporting a pout as you yourself began to put on your outfit for the day, Leon appreciating both your adorable expression and the sight of your naked body.

He tried to commit it all to memory, knowing it was the last time he would ever see you like this.

The rest of the morning was spent packing your belongings, Leon helping however he could. 

You decided to leave a bunch of things behind for him, like your bedding and whatever food was in the fridge.

Once your suitcase was parked by the door, Leon walked away briefly, returning to you with a pouch full of coins and jewels.

“Here,” he said, setting it into your hands.

“Leon, I can’t take this,” you replied, looking up at him with wide eyes. “You already paid me, remember?”

He laughed at that, his voice warm. “I don’t need it. So just consider it a bonus for putting up with me for the past week.”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “You don’t have to pay me for that.”

A small smile graced his mouth before his eyes landed on Wolfie laying on his bed by the hearth, his expression turning suddenly somber but determined. “Then it’ll be payment for taking Wolfie with you.”

“What?” you questioned, shocked. “He’s yours, Leon. I can’t take him from you!”

“He’s hurt,” Leon responded with a sigh, moving towards the dog so he could kneel next to him and pet him affectionately. “If something happens to him after you leave, if he gets an infection… there’s nothing I’d be able to do. You can take care of him better than I ever could, give him a good life.”

You swallowed thickly at that, biting your lip in thought. “Well… I can just come back like we talked about, and I can get him checked by the vet and get him more dog food and—“

“No, bunny,” he cut you off mid-sentence, bracing for what he was about to say next, “you’re not coming back.”

He couldn't look at you as he awaited your response, his shoulders tense. He hated this. Hated the thought of hurting you, of pushing you away.

It was for your own good, but you would never understand that.

“What are you saying?” you asked, voice wavering. He finally looked at you, seeing the tears already filling your eyes.

“Exactly what I meant. You’re not coming back here,” he replied with a cold, even tone despite the way his stomach was twisting in knots.

You were quiet for a long moment, just staring at him with furrowed brows as you tried to comprehend his words.

“You really still want that? After everything?” He could see your fists clenching at your sides to stop them from trembling, whether from anger or hurt, he wasn’t sure. “I thought we had something special here. I thought you liked me.”

“Bunny—“

Before he could even respond, you were continuing on, the tears starting to spill from your lash line, though you ignored them, “I get that we were scratching an itch, but the sex wasn’t meaningless to me, Leon! I don’t just sleep with anyone!”

He finally stood upright, the urge to reach out and touch you—to comfort you—almost overwhelming. But he refrained.

“I never said it was meaningless,” he argued, voice low. “And it was more than just scratching an itch.”

“Then why are you doing this? Why are you pushing me away?” Your gaze was searching his, hoping for an answer that you might accept, though you both knew nothing he could say would appease you.

“You know why,” he responded, a touch more curt than he meant it.

A deep frown marred your pretty face, lips wobbling as you stood there in silence for a long moment.

Leon had a lot of low points in his life. But this? Knowing that the pain he’d caused would be the last interaction he’d ever share with you? That you were leaving him upset with tears sliding down your cheeks? It would haunt him until the day he planned on taking his own life.

Finally, you sucked in a breath, wiping your eyes and nodding, having made up your mind about something. “Fine. Let’s get Wolfie in the wagon so I can take him to my rental car.”

The sudden shift had Leon feeling off-kilter. He should’ve been satisfied that you were finally agreeing to his request, but the pit forming in his gut was a gnawing, monstrous thing sitting inside of him.

Whatever bond the two of you shared… he knew now that he had severed it completely, and he only had himself to blame.

Despite the discomfort and hurt that bubbled in the air between you, he silently helped you place Wolfie and his things in the large hand-drawn cart, along with your suitcase.

After a cursory glance around, you decided it was time to head out.

“Let me walk you,” he offered, like some final olive branch waving towards you, desperate for your last moments together to not be ones he’d hate himself for.

“No, that’s alright,” you responded flatly.

He flinched at the apathy of it. The resignation.

“Bunny, c’mon, it’s no trouble—”

“I said no, Leon,” you shot back, irritation evident in your tone. “We go our separate ways here. Just… take your time saying goodbye to Wolfie.”

He had truly fucked it all up with you, he realized too late. He never once thought you could give him the cold shoulder like this, especially after everything you experienced together. But he knew he must lie in the bed he made.

He swallowed thickly, his clawed hands shaking slightly as he wrapped his arms around Wolfie’s neck for a final farewell.

The dog lapped gently at the side of Leon’s face, and he noticed as he pulled back the sting in his eyes and the wetness left upon his companion’s fur, emotions of a different kind rushing over him all at once.

He was losing his best friend. The only one who had been beside him, who hadn’t been afraid of him, from the very beginning of his entrapment here at the village.

Wolfie had saved Leon’s life simply by being in it, and now it was all Leon could do to save Wolfie’s by giving him a way out. An escape that Leon could never have himself.

Your expression softened slightly as Leon finally parted from his dog, standing back up to his full height once more.

The two of you looked at each for a long moment, everything and nothing left to say between you, until you finally murmured, “Good luck living on your own, Leon. I hope it’s worth it.”

And with that, he watched you walk out of the door, feeling as though his very soul was leaving with you. The two most important things he ever got to have, gone just like that.

He stood in the same spot for some time, the loneliness he felt before your arrival flowing over him almost immediately, now much worse without Wolfie at his side. So overtaken, he barely registered the tears that now tracked down his cheeks, rolling over the fangs splitting his face apart and onto the ground.

I hope it’s worth it. 

Was it? It had to be, right? This was for you, after all. If he cared less, maybe he wouldn’t have been as adamant about your departure.

You had the whole world open to you, while Leon would always be here, his psyche rotting away like the old wooden boards surrounding him, this house feeling more like a living tomb than a home.

And although he wished you were more careful during your investigations, he would never want to stop you from going on your grand adventures, from experiencing everything you could.

It would be better if he was simply just a blip, an exciting but brief moment in a long and beautiful life that you might look back on fondly—or maybe not at all.

Being with Leon was a stagnation. He would forever be trapped in time, never able to move forward because of what he is. He could have no life outside of this village, and neither could you.

It was a prison sentence to love him. A death sentence, even—both figuratively and literally.

And you… You were so bright, so good all the way through. You would easily find someone who could appreciate you and all your quirks the way he did, your insecurities be damned. Someone else could give you marriage, and children, and summer nights spent in faraway places if you should wish it.

All he could offer was himself—until the parasite took his mind, that is—and the tattered remains of these bloodsoaked lands.

And yet… something inside of him was fighting letting you go.

The longer he remained in one place, the more this flicker of dissent began to spark into something unruly.

Leon prided himself on his control, both of his body and his emotions. Hell, it was practically beaten into him by Krauser once upon a time, when he was just a young man being trained as an agent.

As this monster, Leon struggled more than ever with that self-control. But it never quite hit the limits the way it did when you were concerned.

And now, more than ever, Leon was fighting tooth and nail not to chase you down and drag you back.

The worst part? He wasn’t sure if it was the monster half or the human half of him that wanted you more.

He had begun to pace, to smack his temples with his fists to quiet the voice inside him that only seemed to grow louder and louder with each passing minute.

You were out of the range of his hearing by now, but he knew you wouldn’t have made it to the car yet with that cumbersome wagon.

If he started now, he could make it to you in time before you truly were gone forever.

“No, no, let her go,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head as if to clear it, though it did little to help. “You’re protecting her, you fucking idiot.”

I hope it’s worth it. 

But it wasn’t. The ache inside of him, the memory of your teary eyes, your hardened face hiding your hurt…

The fear that he might lose himself, that he might hurt you, was still a strong one. Ever-present. But what if you were right? What if he was banking his life on a maybe, dooming himself to an eternity alone? Would it truly be so bad to let you stay? To allow himself such a rare and precious chance at happiness?

What if there was another way?

It was so completely, utterly selfish… and yet he made a run for it anyway.

He could barely feel the ground underfoot or the air rushing past his face as he dashed through the woods. It was a journey he had made countless times, but now it was the most crucial of his life. He didn’t think he’d ever made it to this side of the village that fast before.

The old lodge came into view, and he heard the sound of a car starting, his stomach dropping at the thought of not making it in time.

But he persisted, as he always had, in every single thing he did. How could he give up now when losing you forever was the stake?

Instead of going through the building like any sane person would, he utilized his appendages, letting them sprout from his back as he leapt towards the roof, slipping on the rotting tiles as he tried to gain purchase.

He retracted them as his feet touched the shingles, sprinting and launching himself off the roof, landing right in front of your car as you were about to back away.

His eyes were wild and his hair windswept as he stood before you, breathing heavily as your gaze finally met his.

You’re both frozen in place for a long time, just staring at each other—his expression both pleading and intense, whereas yours was one of shock and, if he squinted, perhaps even relief.

You finally shook yourself from whatever thoughts were going through your head and got out of the car, Leon meeting you by the door.

“What are you doing here, Leon?” you asked, appraising him with a wary expression.

“Don’t go,” was all that tumbled from his mouth, no other words sufficient in showing you exactly what he wanted. What he needed.

“But you said—”

“I was wrong, bunny,” he interjected, reaching out to cup your cherubic face in his hands, grateful that you allowed him to instead of backing away like he feared you might. “When it truly hit me that I was losing both you and Wolfie forever, I couldn’t stop from chasing after you, hoping I’d make it in time. And I did.”

He paused, leaning in to press his nose to your temple, the scent of you relaxing him. “I know it’s selfish of me to ask you to stay, and I hope you forgive me for all the bullshit I’ve put you through, but please… don’t leave. I want…” he faltered, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. “I need you.”

When he pulled back, he could see that new tears had formed in your eyes, but you were smiling up at him as if you couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“Are you sure?” came your soft reply, searching his eyes for confirmation—for the permission to let yourself hope that this was real.

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life,” he vowed solemnly. “I don’t know if I believe in god or fate, but I got here in time, and that has to mean something, doesn't it?”

A muted sob escaped your lips, your tears fully streaming down your face, but now it was joy that radiated off of you instead of pain.

You jumped up into his arms, trusting him to catch you, and he did. He always would, for as long as he was able. This promise had been a silent one, though he was no less absolute in his conviction.

“Does this mean you’ll stay?” he questioned as you buried your face into his neck, your tears falling hot and sticky onto his flesh.

You pulled away, sniffling, looking over your shoulder to find Wolfie peeking his head up from the rear window of your rental car, letting out a laugh before you turned back to face the man—the monster—the person—who held you so easily in his arms, his eyes full of both hope and trepidation, his heart threatening to leap out of his chest.

For all the times you had reached out to him, he was finally reaching back. And this time he wouldn't let go.

Your smile was radiant as you leaned in, pressing your forehead against his in lieu of a kiss.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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wolfstarcest but Remus is unaware the brothers want him 😀

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When Remus first discovers Starcest he’s only a bit shocked, having suspected for years something more was happening between the two.

To be fair that was on him Sirius did ask for the apartment to be cleared claiming he had some important prank prep to do and needed the utmost focus 

Remus knew it was bullshit — and decided to interrupt whatever lies that Sirius was concocting in their shared

What he didn’t expect to find Sirius pinned down, the older’s face in the mattress and his ass in the air. His prized hair a mess, and Regulus the culprit to his debauched state. 

Remus paused in front of the door, quickly closing it to spare them the little privacy they had left, though stepped into the room, the tightness in his pants growing worse by the second. 

Regulus had paused clearly about to cast a number of hexes and an unforgivable all in one breath if the immediate grab of his wand had to say anything, but a realization dawned on him when he saw it was Remus.

A grin that Remus had never seen on him had crossed his face, and he picks Sirius’ head up off the mattress by a mean grip in his hair and forces Sirius to look at him

“Look who it is- Our precious Moony.” 

Sirius' face all red in the face spit on his swollen lips, with his younger brother’s cock buried deep in his ass, he panicked a bit and squirmed under the younger man’s hold. 

Regulus beckoned Remus forward, having a surprisingly steady grip on the trashing man below him.

Remus did come forward, and Sirius’ trashing stilled seeing the flush of Remus’ cheeks, and being face to face with a clear tent in his jeans 

“Remus.” he whimpered, and he had to bite back a groan of his own. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. His best friend’s brother was in the middle of fucking him silly- and probably had been for way longer than he thought was possible. 

He looked at Regulus- it was clear who was running the show at that moment. He itched to be able to touch Sirius this way. Of course- they were best friends. He didn’t want to ruin that between them. 

But from the way Sirius’ parted lips watched him with blown out eyes, irises so dilated he could barely see the pretty blue eyes he loved so dearly. It didn’t matter at that point of time. Honestly— he didn’t give a fuck about what would become of their friendship after this. 

As Remus drew closer, Regulus placed a hand on his jaw and brought him into a searing kiss that Remus felt guilty leaning into, his hand bracing itself on the top of Sirius’ head his own fingers pulling at his hair to draw a delicious noise out of him. 

Needless to say- Remus and Regulus eiffel towered the fuck out of Sirius that night

I WISH I COULD DO FLUFF WITH THESE THREE I ONLY HAVE HORNY THOUGHTS I FEAR

[daniiwrites]

Ties That Bind

Pairing: Aaron Pierre and OC, Jade Laurent

Warnings: Minors DNI. Language.

Summary: One night stand gone wrong.

Rebuilding my tag list, so please let me know if you'd like to be added.

Chapter 1: Surprise

Her whole world boiled down to a tiny pink plus sign. Jade Laurent stared at the pregnancy test her in her hand, feeling like everything was collapsing around her. She couldn't be pregnant. Not now. Not like this. She leaned heavily against her bathroom counter, running a hand through her thick hair. 

"Fuck."

Her cell phone vibrated on the counter and she sighed when she saw that it was her father, the absolute last person she wanted to talk to right now. She grabbed the phone and muted the call. Jade took a look at herself in the mirror, trying her hardest not to freak out. Thanks to her career as an ad executive, she made great money and could afford to give a baby everything it would ever need or want. But she didn't want to do this alone... that had never been her plan. But clearly plans were out the window now. She'd been told at 25 that she would most likely never conceive naturally. So she'd frozen some of her eggs in the hopes that one day, she'd meet the right man and they'd be able to try artificial insemination. But this baby, the result of a one night stand with a devastatingly beautiful man, was nothing less than a miracle. Jade sighed, covering her face with her hands. They hadn't exchanged numbers at any time before or after their night of passion, so she'd have to reach out to the friend who'd invited her to the party where she'd met him. 

"Jade? Josh is asking for you."

Jade wiped her damp cheek and tucked the test away in her purse. She'd deal with this later. The face that stared back at her in the mirror looked shaken, not the confident Jade she was used to seeing. Her deep brown skin lacked its usual glow.

"I'll be right out, Chloe!"

She schooled her face and ran her fingers through her dark hair, fluffing the soft curls to perfection. Time to get back to boss mode. Her face was almost doll like and the makeup she wore delicately emphasized her best feature, her big brown eyes framed with thick black lashes. She blotted her lips one quick time and stepped out of her private bathroom, smiling when she saw her assistant Chloe waiting to accompany her. 

"Everything ok?"

"I'm fine. Still fighting that cold, that's all."

Chloe handed Jade her MacBook and the two women headed towards the conference room. This was going to be their second pitch meeting for a new fitness supplement product. They'd finalized everything except their celebrity endorsements. The ad agency she worked for recently partnered with DC Comics, so Jade was expecting a handful of actors for the commercial and accompanying ad campaign. She pasted a smile on her face as she made her way into the conference room, greeting a few of her coworkers as she slid into an empty seat.

Honestly, she zoned the majority of the meeting out, offering input only when it was directly asked of her. Her mind was on a million other things, most importantly, the baby in her belly. Jade cleared her throat when they began going over the men they wanted for the ad campaign. She felt the breath leave her body when HIS face appeared on the large screen in front of her. They'd chosen a still from Rebel Ridge and his blue-green gaze seemed to stripped her bare through the screen. She hadn't been prepared for the reminder of just how incredibly beautiful the father of her child was. Aaron Pierre, or just Aaron as he'd introduced himself to her that night, seemed to stare into her soul from the screen and she cleared her throat, glancing away. 

"This guy is my pick. I mean just look at him. Women love him. And men hate him because they want to be him. If he weren't an actor, I could totally see him being a male model. People would eat up anything he sold," Josh said, a smirk on his face when he saw quite a few people in the room nodding in agreement. 

"I think it's between him and Jason Ritter. Ritter does have a more mainstream appeal."

Josh scoffed as he glanced over at one of his co-workers.

"What? Because he's white? He's no more mainstream that Aaron. Trust me, I've done my research on this guy. He went viral because of a damn dance down a hallway. This is the guy. Bring them both in for a screen test, but I guarantee that the bosses are going to want to go with this guy. Jade, what do you think?"

Jade cleared her throat as she found the attention on her again.

"I agree with Josh. I read over this guy's background and he's one of the top guys as far as who people are talking about right now. Rebel Ridge really put him on the map, especially with the female demographic. Considering this supplement is marketed to both men and women, I think he's our best bet. But by all means, bring them both in for screen tests and we can let the bosses decide. I can reach out and see if we can get them in here next week."

"Sounds great."

The meeting ended and Jade headed back to her office with Chloe at her side.

"Those two are hooooooot. Can I please come to the shoot?"

Jade chuckled as she glanced over at the younger woman. Honestly, she couldn't blame her one bit. Both men were deliciously attractive. 

"Of course you can come, Chloe. We're gonna need the help. Just don't drool where anyone can see you," she said with a soft laugh. "Can you take care of sending out the screen test info to their people?"

"You got it. When do you want them here?"

"If possible, I'd like to see if they're available at the end of next week. I want to get the ball rolling on this as soon as possible."

Chloe nodded as she quickly took notes.

"Crew?"

"I'll call Javi and see if he's free for the test shoots. He knows how I work."

"Which guy do you want for the campaign?"

Jade pursed her lips as she thought about what she was going to say, not wanting Chloe to look too far into her answer.

"Jason seems like a sweetheart and all, but... you know I like them big. Plus there's that accent. I'd buy anything that man tried to sell me. My vote is for Aaron."

Chloe snickered as she glanced over at her boss.

"I agree. Something about those eyes of his. He looks like... like a real man, you know?"

"Oh, I know. Trust me. I'm going to go grab a coffee. You want anything?"

"Umm... one of those cookie things please?"

"Ok, I'll be right back," she said as she handed her laptop to Chloe.

Jade was in desperate need of some fresh air. She took a deep breath as she pushed the building's heavy glass doors open and stepped out into the sunlight. Her mind was moving in a million directions all at once, still struggling to process the news of her pregnancy. She still had no idea how she was going to tell Aaron. What if he didn't want a baby? What if he asked her to get an abortion? She didn't even know if he lived in Los Angeles. Jade was more than open to co-parenting this baby, but what happened if he lived eight hours away? Or across the country. She pulled the heavy Starbucks door open and headed inside, ordering her usual latte and her assistant's cookie. As she waited for her drink, her mind drifted back to that incredible night. Mind blowing didn't even begin to describe how good in bed the man was. He was an astonishingly giving lover, making her orgasm over and over before he was even completely naked. And once she'd managed to get him stripped out of the expensive suit he'd been wearing, his body had become her own private playground. He was just so damn big, muscle on muscle, and strong enough to do whatever he'd wanted to do to her. After they'd made love, he didn't leave. He held her in his arms, cradling her close as they fell asleep together. Jade had never felt safer or more content than she had that night in his arms. 

And she'd left him before sunrise. 

Snuck out like she was ashamed of the incredible passion she'd shared with a man she'd only known for a few hours. 

Jade shook her head as she thought about the cowardly way she'd ended their one night stand. True be told, she was more than a little ashamed. He hadn't even had to work every hard to get into her panties. For a woman like Jade, one who prided herself on being a little hard to get for the average man, it was a bit of a blow to her ego the way she'd so easily succumbed to the handsome Brit. She'd tried to rationalize with herself that she deserved to cut loose sometimes. It had been forever since she'd had sex before him. And hell, she'd never had sex that good in her entire life. She hadn't even left the man her number. He had no way to contact her, even if he'd wanted to. Maybe this pregnancy was a punishment for the way she'd treated him after. Jade already knew that when she first reached out to him, there was a good chance that he would't be too receptive to anything she had to say. But she also knew that she had to swallow her pride and call him. He deserved to know about his child. She headed back up to the office with coffee and treats in tow. Once she made it back upstairs, Chloe greeted her with the news that she'd booked both test shoots for the following Thursday. That gave her less than a week to gather the nerve to come face to face with Aaron Pierre. 

-

It was the day of the test shoots and Jade couldn't shake the nausea that had been in the pit of her belly all damn day. It was going to the first time she was seeing Aaron in almost two months and she was absolutely terrified. Both actors were due to arrive shortly and Jade was trying desperately to quell the terror in her belly. She was wearing her favorite peach colored shirt and a skirt that clung nicely to her softly rounded hips. After checking to make sure that her makeup was perfect, she took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. It was just her luck that he was standing out in the hallway, waiting to go into the small studio space. He hadn't seen her just yet and she took a moment to just drink his broad shouldered form in. Aaron Pierre was a truly incredible specimen. He had to be at least a solid 225 and was the kind of man who would always made her feel incredibly safe. He must have sensed her behind him and turned to face her. Jade's breath quickened and she felt her nipples peak. Damn... the father of her child was one beautiful man. His skin was the richest shade of caramel brown and all she could focus on was the memory of the way his sweat tasted on her tongue. Goddamn hormones!

"Jade."

Damn. Even the way he said her name was sexy.

"Aaron... it's good to see you."

"Is it?"

Jade frowned, glancing away. She deserved that one. 

"I had that coming."

"I heard you recommended me for this."

She glanced back up at him, nodding slowly.

"I did. Thought you'd be great for our campaign."

"That the only reason?" 

His green eyes held her captive, a mix of anger and passion swirling in their depths. Seeing her again did something to him, set him off kilter in a way he wasn't used to. As he glared down at her, the scent of her perfume, a mix of vanilla, bergamot and amber, drifted up to him. Images of her writhing beneath him, her fiery dark eyes meeting his as she took every fat inch of him inside her came to mind and he could feel his traitorous dick swelling in his pants. Aaron vividly remembered every single moment of their night together and it often replayed like the world's cruelest sex tape in his mind.

"No. That wasn't the only reason. I needed to see you again."

"Oh, so you can leave me alone in a hotel room again?"

"Aaron... I'm sorry," she whispered, glancing around before looking up at him. "I've never-"

"You know what? Save it. Spare me the 'never done the one night stand' line."

"I'm not lying," she hissed.

His dark eyes narrowed on her gorgeous face before he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"I hope it was worth it, Jade. Cause no one is ever going to fuck you like I did."

The words hit her like a blow to the gut and she watched as he turned on his heel and stalked back towards set. Jade glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention to their interaction. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, trying to mentally prepared to deal with this shoot. Today was going to be a hell of a day. She took a couple of deep, calming breaths before steeling herself. As she stepped on set, her eyes were immediately drawn to where Aaron was standing on his mark. He was talking with her camera guy, Javi, about what they were going to shoot next. The whole purpose of test shoots like this was to see how someone looked on camera and to see if their charisma translated through the screen. She focused her eyes on the monitors, noticing right away how good he looked on camera. Too damn good. Her eyes eagerly drink in his tall, broad shouldered form. Her teeth worried her lush bottom lip as she remembered the way his full lips kissed over every part of her body, those massive hands of his holding her down and making her take all of him. 

"Fuck..."

"What'd you say, Jade?"

Jade cleared her throat, glancing over at her assistant.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud."

"That is one fine ass man."

Jade snickered softly when she looked over and saw the look on Chloe's face.

"And he looks great on camera. I know they're gonna want to go with him."

Both women focused their attention on Aaron as they ran through a few more poses. Jade tucked a thick chunk of dark hair behind her ear as she walked closer to the action. She fanned herself with the folded script that she had in her hand, suddenly feeling the heat from all of the lights on set. Aaron glanced up, making eye contact with her and holding the stare. Those incredible eyes of his held her captive and she was frozen in place. The corner of his mouth turned up in a cocky smirk as he let his eyes drift down to her breasts before back up to meet her gaze. The man knew exactly what he was doing to her. She looked away, blinking rapidly as she felt a bout of dizziness overwhelm her. Panic gripped her body in a cold fist and she raised her gaze back to Aaron's, seeing the way his cocky smirk quickly changed into a look of worry. Him rushing towards her was the last thing she saw before everything went black.

Seeing Jade go from rosy cheeked and turned on to watching her body sway unsteadily had Aaron's heart clenching in his chest. He made it to her just in time to keep her head from hitting the hard floor and he cradled her limp body in his arms. Aaron quickly checked her pulse, relieved to find it strong and steady. The young woman he'd seen standing at Jade's side knelt next to them, panic written all over her face. 

"Oh my god! Is she ok?"

"She didn't hit her head and her pulse is strong. Has she ever fainted before?" Aaron asked.

"Not that I know of," Chloe murmured, biting her bottom lip. "Jade doesn't get sick...We should take her to the hospital. But she'll kill me if I cause a scene with an ambulance and it turns out that she's fine."

"My truck's out back. I can drive her."

Chloe glanced up at the handsome Brit for a moment before giving him a quick nod. Better safe than sorry. 

"Let's go."

Jade's head lolled against his powerful chest as he carried her slight body out to his truck. As much as his ego was bruised after she'd abandoned him in his hotel room, that didn't mean a thing to his traitorous heart. He gently laid her in the backseat, resting her head against Chloe's lap. Her assistant gently brushed her hair out of her face, letting Aaron know that their relationship went a bit deeper than just work. After programming the nearest hospital into the SUV's GPS, they were on their way to the emergency room. He glanced in the rearview mirror, frowning when he noticed that Jade hadn't stirred at all and her beautiful dark skin looked clammy. They pulled up to the emergency entrance of the hospital and Aaron carefully gathered the unconscious woman in his arms, her head heavy on his chest as he carried her inside. 

"She collapsed a few minutes ago," he said urgently to the nurse who rushed over to them.

"Does she have a history of fainting?"

"No," Chloe said with a shake of her head. "But she did get sick at work a few days ago."

The nurse nodded, motioning for Aaron and Chloe to follow her. They were led to a curtained off area and Aaron gently laid Jade's limp body on the bed. He held her hand in his, his forehead creased with worry. Her color was slowly coming back, but she hadn't stirred much since she'd fainted. A doctor walked in, immediately going to prop her legs up and check her blood pressure.

"How long ago did she faint?" The doctor asked, his gaze flicking between Aaron and Chloe.

"Maybe 5 minutes or so. Why hasn't she woken up yet?"

"That's what we're working on," he murmured, asking a nurse to set her up with an IV.

Jade stirred, a little frown appearing between her dark eyebrows. She groaned softly before her eyes fluttered, wincing against the harsh florescent lights.

"Where am I?"

"You're at Cedars-Sinai, Miss. Can you tell me how you're feeling?"

Her eyes flicked down to her hand, which was still being held tight in Aaron's big paw. She met his worried gaze before looking away.

"I-I... I feel a little woozy."

"Alright. I'm going to run some tests on you and we're gonna get you right as rain."

Jade nodded and she swallowed softly. The doctor quickly drew her blood, leaving her along in the observation room with Aaron and Chloe. When they ran blood tests on her, they'd discover her pregnancy. She needed Aaron to hear it from her before he overheard it from them. 

"Um... Chloe, can we have a minute alone please?"

"Of course," Chloe murmured. "I'll be outside. I'll cancel your 3 o'clock."

Aaron's cat-like green eyes met her, his stare a bit unnerving. 

"I need to talk to you."

Jade braced herself against the bed, trying to push herself into a sitting position. Aaron tucked a pillow behind her before dragging a small chair over and cramming his big body into it. He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his massive thighs as he looked over at her. 

"Are you sick?" He asked softly. "Is that why you left the way you did?"

"I left because I was ashamed," she murmured, her dark eyes focused on the pulse in his throat. "I really never have done anything like that before. I...I was scared you'd think less of me in the morning. I thought I'd save myself the embarrassment and just leave before you could kick me out of your room."

"Jade, I don't think any less of you because of what we both chose to do that night."

"You don't?" she whispered before meeting his gaze again. 

"Of course not. You're a beautiful woman... I had to shoot my shot with you. I was more than ready to earn you."

She scoffed softly.

"Looks like you don't have to worry about that. Didn't make you work hard to get me at all."

Aaron shook his head as he reached out, taking her small hand in his. His thumb rubbed back and forth across her satin soft skin.

"Stop that. Let me earn you this time. Let me do what I'd planned to do that morning. I wanted to take you out to breakfast... get to know the pretty girl with the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen."

"Aaron..."

"Why are you so hesitant?"

"Because... there's something I need to tell you. I didn't- I never thought something like this could happen to me. I was told a long time ago that it would be damn near impossible."

"Jade-"

"I'm pregnant. It's yours."

Jade felt all the air go out of her body with a big whoosh. Her eyes flicked to his face, immediately clocking the shock etched into his handsome features. His big hand tightened on hers and his green gaze dropped to her belly.

"I found out last week. I didn't know how to contact you and then you just fell into my lap like this. I swear... Aaron, I didn't think this was possible for me."

"What do you mean "didn't think this was possible?""

"I was told that a natural pregnancy wasn't in the cards for me. I guess you've got magical sperm or something." She let out a small, slightly hysterical laugh. Her heart felt like it was about to pound out of her chest.

Aaron reached out, gently cradling her cheek with his free hand and Jade couldn't help the way her eyes closed and she tilted her face into his touch. There was something so calming, so grounding about his touch.

"So... what do you want to do, Jade?"

"What do you mean "what do I wanna do"? This is the both of us."

"This isn't how I expected to be welcoming my first child. But... we did this together. If you wanna do this, I'm going to do it with you."

"How do you know I'm gonna be a good mom?"

"How do either of us know what kind of parents we're gonna be? All we can do is learn together. I meant what I said, Jade. If you want to have this baby... I take care of my responsibilities. I'll be here for you, however you need."

When her teary gaze met his, something tugged at his heart and the instinct to protect her was overwhelming. Aaron stood, gently pulling her into his arms. He softly stroked her hair, murmuring to her when she began to sob, her entire body shaking as she cried. His fingertips gently rubbed her scalp, his large hand cradling the back of her head.

"I-I'm so scared, Aaron."

"Shhh... It's ok, sweetheart. It's gonna be ok. You're not alone."

Aaron was quickly realizing that her tears were like kryptonite to him. Hearing the news that he was going to be a father was like a gut punch to him. It had felt like all the air was taken out of the room in that moment and all he could think about was her, big and pregnant with his baby in her belly. That thought unleashed something in him, something dark and fiery. She was pregnant. With his baby. Their baby. He was going to be a dad... Timing wise, this was absolutely the worst time in his career for something like this to be happening. His film Mufasa had just premiered and his PR team had been carefully crafting his image, hoping to set him up as one of Hollywood's next top leading men. For the sake of optics, it was best he appear to be a carefree bachelor. But this baby would be here in less than a year. Everything would change. Everything would HAVE to change. His parents had raised him to be a man who took care of his responsibilities and he wasn't about to disappoint them now. And she didn't get into this situation by herself. He wasn't about to let her deal with the consequences alone. Her sobs quieted down into soft sniffles. She sighed when Aaron pressed a tender kiss to her temple before pulling back to get a look at her.

"Do you want to keep the baby?"

Her eyes searched his face for a moment before nodding mutely.

"I've always wanted to be a mom. I feel... I feel like this baby is a blessing. I mean, I'm on birth control. We used condoms. And despite all that, it still happened... You really wanna be there?"

"I do. And I meant what I said earlier. I would love the opportunity to get to know you, to earn you. I guess now we just just have an added incentive, huh?"

"We definitely do..."

The way he gently cradled her face in his massive hands made her feel like a princess. Her long dark lashes fluttered shut when he leaned and and pressed his lips against hers. Her heartbeat thudded in her chest as he kissed her like she was something precious, his tongue tracing along the seam of her lips, asking to be let inside. Her moans went straight to his dick and he grunted against her full lips. Jade was hands down the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and now he was irrevocably tied to her for the rest of his life. It was a heady sensation. A knock at the door had them breaking apart. Aaron retained his hold on her small hand as the doctor entered the room.

"So we got the results of your tests back and... Ms. Laurent, are you aware that you're pregnant?"

Jade's eyes flicked over to Aaron and he squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"I just found out last week."

"Is everything ok with the baby?" Aaron asked.

The doctor nodded, his eyes back down on her paperwork.

"Fainting isn't uncommon in early pregnancy. All your bloodwork came back just fine. You are dehydrated though, so I'm going to have you finish off this IV and then I'll get you a script for prenatal vitamins. You should make an appointment with your OB-GYN as soon as possible just to know exactly how far along you are. Congratulations... gonna be a beautiful baby."

Aaron took note of the way her pretty brown skin flushed and had to agree with the doctor. Their baby was going to be absolutely perfect.

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[egrets-not-regrets]

Clownfish

Sirass has a date and Malaran is too nosy.

Author's Notes: Malaran can be so mean. Lol. I decided to write a few fics for Mermay 2025 in Of Fin and Feathers AU based on @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan's Mermay list. Thanks Susan for letting me use your list! Also, thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Sirass. I loved your story of merSirass and his bonded and Malaran couldn't resist teasing him about it.

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He was swimming through the base halls when the Black Legion orca mer came across him.

“You are in a good mood…” Malaran Blackspike commented with a sly look on his face, “and your fins are brighter than normal.” he teased, “What made you so pleased?”

Well Sirass HAD been in a good mood and now that’s ruined by this nosy troublemaker. Ugh. 

“My colours are normal.” he sharply rebuked, his yellow and grey striped dorsal fin flaring, “Keep your nose out of my business!”

“If your fins were any brighter, you’d look like those little clownfish from the southern reefs.” Malaran, snorting, pointed out. Then remembering something, he chuckled, “You found your bonded, haven’t you? That little mortal that was brought to the medbay a week ago?”

A sudden urge of protectiveness welled up in him. Fins flared, yellow and grey stripes in full prominent display, Sirass warned him, unsuccessful in suppressing the urge to snarl at the annoying orca-tailed mer, “Stay away from her, Blackspike.”

“So it is that baseline!” his gods-forsaken son of Horus crowed. 

The irate Iron Warrior dragged the Black Legion mer’s head toward him by his ear fins, roughly shaking him, hissing quietly, “Shut your loud mouth if you know what’s good for you! I don’t need the entire base knowing about this. It’s not even confirmed that this human is my bonded!” 

Bitterness coated his tongue after saying that. Sure, he felt strangely warm when the injured mortal asked him to accompany her. Perhaps it was possible, because she was his bonded, but it could simply be that he was the one who rescued her. Sirass couldn’t deny his curiosity watching his bonded Iron Warrior brothers who seemed to have a renewed sense of purpose here in Ancient Terra. But they were all bonded to harpies, rather than humans. Probability of being bonded was low, let alone being bonded to a human. 

Not that he had cared much to be bonded any way, that’s what he kept telling himself. This meeting isn’t anything special, she just wanted to have him accompany her on an exploration of the caves as a thank you for saving her, and also as safety. It is better to treat this meeting as a normal meeting… even though that thought bothered him. 

Malaran grinned smugly at him, but said nothing. He remembered how Alcyon reacted when he first met the plover harpy, Amelia. His fin colours always brightened when she was near, albeit it was rather subtle. At the time, Alcyon’s fin colours were always bright due to the constant state of agitation and rage he was in during their time of capture by the human poachers. Not that he would tell Sirass unless he asked. That just makes it less fun.

Sirass could feel his frustration bubble between his ears. That damn Blackspike with his stupid smug face. How did Alcyon live with that guy? 

He threatened Malaran, “Say anything and I will use that empty spiky head of yours as a hammer for room reconstruction!”

The Black Legionnaire cackled, “What? Trying to make a room to  grow a giant anemone bed?” he joked.

Sirass rolled his eyes, roughly pushing the other mer off and swam away. He’s going to teach that busybody a lesson. Eventually. Finding a suitable gift to bring to this meeting with his human came first though. 

[itadooori]

the more we learn about s3 the more possible a gi-hun self sacrifice plotline becomes and that makes me feel very ill

[razrogue]

Folks should be mindful when engaging with Black creator's OCs through appreciation type stuff (gifts of fanart/fanfic/etc).

If you're unsure if you're capturing the essence/appearance/personality of their OC, ASK!

I understand wanting to surprise a creator with a gift because you want to show your appreciation for their OC. But that gift is harmful when the creator sees you've whitewashed their OC or applied stereotypes or tropes that aren't a part of the character.

When in doubt, ask

[starscreamingg]

Detroit Become Human and why does this game decide that the problem in society is individual people treating androids poorly because those androids are choking them out of the workforce and NOT the corporations and governments who deliberately designed the androids to do this

[anderfels]

Rook & Their Partner, a Small Prompt List:

In honor of Valentine's Day coming up :)

Doing chores in the Lighthouse together

A date at Café Pietra

Taking time off at the Cobbled Swan

Watching the sunrise in Arlathan

Checking on each other after a fight

A time Rook protected their partner / A time the partner protected Rook

Sharing stories about their time with their respective factions

Conversations overheard by the other companions

The partner giving Rook a gift

Making up after an argument

Celebrating their first anniversary

The time they realized they were in love with the other

Rook gushing about their partner to someone / The partner gushing about Rook to someone

Cuddling on the chaise in Rook's room

Party banter between Rook and their partner

[ask-the-druggieverse]

does the Fresh in this multiverse have a different view on drugs than his original counterpart?

- ALT - FRESH: Heck yeah I do!

FRESH (OG)

NO DRUGS!!

Pet furby

Existential crisis

Gender depends on body

FRESH (DRUGGIEVERSE)

Don't abuse drugs!

Pet Tomodachi

LSD Makes it worse

GENDERFLUID!!

- Extra ALT - FRESH: Also brah I'm like everyone uber driver or whatev's FRESH: P chill honestly FRESH: Mostly for PJ n Grad's tho, cuz they gots school in stuffs :P

- IDK - I was contemplating on adding drawing's to "Extra ALT" but TBH it didn't make sense cuz it wasn't related to the ask, so if there's any extra info a character might say but isn't related to the as i'll just add an "Extra ALT" for funs -w-

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