#screamed like a fucking beast and lost my soul thank you

[diezmil10000]

WE ARE PIRATES

[bendydudeinc]

Hello, it’s bendydude absolutely wasted and thinking about Atsushi in heat and fucking me senseless with the prompt “keep your eyes on me.”

Inspired off of:

Please bear with me uh

Atsushi x AFAB nonbinary reader

Warnings: smutty smut smut breeding kink, praising / I have a voice kink, …..slight daddy kink? I get called baby, mutt I think, and shit something else accidentally just deleted it

Not really proof read !

I claw onto his back to try and ground myself, legs locked at the ankles around his waist and head thrown back onto the pillows. I’ll probably be sore tomorrow from all the manhandling. He snaps his hips harshly against mine in response, growling quietly in my ear. He trails his fangs teasingly over my neck, letting the tips drag into my skin and leave red marks, then, sinking them into my skin. He had summoned his tigers arms and legs to give him more control and power behind his thrusts, and man forgets his own damn strength I stg. He grips my hips hard, keeping me at that angle that makes me start to cry from how overwhelming it is, his cock completely destroying my insides. He gasps, letting out a loud choked moan, crying into the crook of my neck as he cums hard inside of me, slamming his hips against mine one last time and growling as my walls clench around him. I lost count how many times both of us had cum after 5.

And oh man- his beautiful sounds and whines-

“F-fuck yeah! *pant* Take it! Take my cum! gonna- *pant* fill you up baby…fill you up so pretty..”

He has the tiger dwelling inside of him to thank for his almost unnatural stamina during heat. He kept his dick inside of me, definitely not done yet. He watches with a grin as I pant and tremble, legs feeling like they might just fall off. And just when I think I may be getting a real break, he sees the mark he left on my neck with his fangs, and lightly runs his finger across it. I whimper his name in broken syllables, eyes glistening, and he goes crazy again. I gasp and whine in overstimulation as he slowly starts to thrust again.

“Jus- one more? Please baby~? G-gotta, ngh! Gotta make sure you’re nice and stuffed~”

He bends me so my back is arched farther, and I swear I mewl at the way his dick nudges past what I thought possible. My eyes roll back and close in ecstasy. A deep tone from Atsushi snaps me back to his gaze as his thrusts become frantic yet again. His tiger claws dig into my thigh and his other hand grips my chin to make me look back at him.

“Keep your eyes on me.” His yellow eyes glow, staring deep into mine, as if reading my soul. I nod, liking the idea of seeing my boyfriends feral expressions as he fucks me full. And that, he does. His cock twitches as he grabs both of my legs, pushing them up slowly to the sides of my head and thrusting again before I have time to be surprised. We both cry out in pleasure, and he smirks as he watches my face contort in bliss.

But oh, HIS face would be magnificent.

He whimpers again and again through clenched teeth as his eyebrows furrow in. He rests his forehead on mine and moans out, cursing loudly. He’s close again. He starts a brutal pace, gripping my ankles tightly and practically folding me. My gaze turns hazy as I stare up at the pussy drunk man in heat above me. I feel my face turning red as we make the lewdest faces at each other. The quick, slap slap slap slap of our cum meeting between our hips being the only thing almost as loud as our moans. He hisses, holding onto his orgasm and snaking a hand down, rubbing a pad against my clit. Im seeing stars, screaming as he forces me to continue facing him when we cum together.

We’re both a panting mess. He’s collapsed on top of me, giving his tiger form a rest as I plant a kiss on his nose, cheek, and forehead. Then, one gently on his lips. He smiles softly, staring down at my lips before capturing them in a slow, passionate kiss that has me squirming under him.

“Fuck. Kiss me like that again and we’re going again honey.”

I grin, “I think we both know we’re going again anyway.”

[tess-grey-maned]

Sender take a stab for reciever.

Tess and post shadowlands Sylvanas

thank you so much!! fic below the cut :D ngl i haven't written tess in a long time and i've never written post SL sylv before so pls be nice to me!

  She’s been struggling with her memories since the soul fusion.

  Some of the faces she guides out of the Maw are familiar, their names or their deaths hovering on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach; their consciousnesses brush hers, screaming wordless obscenities at her, stabbing her with cold, condemning anger as she sends them on their way. Not once does she flinch. Not once does she fight back. She keeps her eyes down, and her focus on her penance.

  One soul, brimming with youth and broken optimism, breaks ranks and rushes at her in a swirl of Thalassian tulips, a smiling mouth open and calling her name-

  But she flings them up before they can. Insults in Darnassian she takes in stoic silence. To hear herself condemned in her own tongue would… hurt.

  There are no days in the Maw, and Sylvanas rarely allows herself rest. She stumbles from one lost soul to another, worn down like a cog in the Azerite machines she can’t quite remember the blueprints for anymore (were there three levers or four? One goblin operator or two?) On occasion she cleans her leathers. When her boots go into holes, she hunts Maw-touched beasts to replace the soles.

  There are no hours in the Maw, no sunrises or sunsets, nothing familiar, nothing she can cling to. But no matter the circumstances, no Windrunner would be too tired or disorientated to recognise she was being followed.

  Followed by the living, no less.

  They’re good, she’ll give them that. Their footsteps are too soft even for her hearing. They cling to the shadows like a child to a blanket. But they are still human, and so she guides one more soul upwards, flinching at the psychic bellow of IHATEYOUIHATEYOUMURDERERBUTCHER it jabs her with as it’s pulled away.

  Then she turns to the rock beside her, and folds her arms.

  “Princess Greymane. An unexpected- surprise.” She has to pause to cough mid-sentence. She’s had no need for words since her sentence began; her throat feels dry and clogged. “What brings you- ahem- to the Maw?”

  “Oh, bollocks to it,” comes from behind the rock, and Tess Greymane emerges, brushing her own breeches off. “I should have known the Banshee Queen would sniff me out. What gave me away? Did I leave a footprint?”

  “To your credit, no. I did indeed sniff you out.” Sylvanas shifts her weight onto one leg. “You had roasted Gilnean boar for lunch, with a seasoning mixture from the Gilnean royal family’s cookbook. My spies were nothing if not thorough.” And, when Tess only blinks in response: “Though the recipe originated in Quel’Thalas. The Dawnstrider family. No. No, the Dawntreader- no- why are you here?”

  “Well, make your mind up!” Tess’ fists are clenched above the pommels of her daggers. “I want you to lead me to Liam. The Arbiter says he hasn’t passed through yet. He’s still down here somewhere and… well, I… you’re uniquely placed to…” She pauses. Her mouth works silently. “Erm, locate him,” she finishes, uncertainly.

  “… And who is Liam?”

  The screech that rips itself from Tess’ throat has Sylvanas stepping backwards sharply. “I beg your- how dare- what do you mean, who is Liam?” She lunges for Sylvanas, eyes wild. “My BROTHER! You MURDERED him!”

  “You must understand-” There are so many I killed here, how could I possibly know where one is, which one was he-

  “You fucking murdered my brother and you don’t even REMEMBER!” One flailing fist grabs Sylvanas by the collar; she jolts forwards with a grunt. “Let me enlighten you, you rotting bitch, you conquered my homeland and you slew my brother, yeah? Sound familiar?”

  “I-”

  “Don’t give me that shit! Nobody fucking forgets something like that! I don’t care if your fucking Scourge brains are turning to fucking liquid between those knife-ears, I want you to find Liam so he can be at peace, so that my family has justice, and so that my father will finally fucking accept he’s gone!”

  “What did he look like?”

  “Like me!”

  Of course. But long red hair in a ponytail, where hers is raven-black (like Minn’da’s). Steely faced- it was obviously his first battle. He was on horseback. A blade in one hand, a blade with gleaming runes, the dewdrops froze on her skin as he charged her down no he held a torch he was another human prince it impaled her and it stole the air from her lungs, it cut her so deep, cut her soul

  “-Windrunner! Fucking snap out of it!”

  She jerks back to reality as Tess Greymane slaps her in the face.

  “Ow,” she says, on nothing but instinct.

  And Tess- actually rolls her eyes, like a gossiping maid-servant. “Oh, come on. That didn’t hurt.”

  “No. No, it didn’t. Though if you want to tell everyone on Azeroth that you hurt me, I’m sure they would be delighted to know.”

  One hand still gripping her collar, Tess tilts her head, staring at Sylvanas. “You know,” she says, and wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, “I always thought of you as this malevolence. This wordless evil in the dark. A brooding, ruthless assassin who stole my brother away. And you’re just a-”

  “You’re not the first to call me a monster, and you won’t be the last.” Tess’ brows furrow. “For what it is worth,” Sylvanas continues, and gently untangles Tess’ fist from her shirt, “I had no quarrel with your brother, nor your country. Garrosh- whom I did have a quarrel with- he gave me the “choice” of staying together and risking my people’s annihilation in a hopeless, pointless war with Gilneas, or watching my people be carved up into regiments and thrown at the Alliance until none of us remained.” She shrugs. “Obviously, I chose the former. I cannot apologise for acting in my people’s interests.”

  “Well,” Tess snaps, “I won’t apologise for acting in my people’s interests.”

  And she slaps Sylvanas hard enough to send her stumbling backwards.

  There’s a pause, as Sylvanas silently prods at her teeth one by one with her tongue.

  “No ‘ow’ this time?”

  “My apologies. Ow.”

  “Huh.”

  The silence falls again.

  “I… fuck’s sake. I thought this would give me closure too. But I knew it was Garrosh. He admitted it all at the trial. I-” Tess’ shoulders slump. “He… he was really going to do that to the Forsaken? Deliberately send you to your deaths?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why didn’t you tell us or something? Pretend to invade? We could have-”

  “You would have slaughtered us on sight, like every other human nation.”

  Tess opens her mouth, the beginning of a protest on her lips-

  And promptly closes it. Sighs, heavily, and plops down on the rock beside her. “Yes,” she admits. “Yes. We would have.”

  “And Garrosh knew that too.”

  “Fuck him.”

  “That,” Sylvanas says, and prods her face to check for any blood, “we can agree on.”

  “Yes.”

  Finding nothing but dry, cold, lifeless skin, Sylvanas straightens herself up, hands folding behind her back. “If you are willing to help guide me to him, I am willing to find your brother. It may take some time. The Maw is a hostile environment to living creatures.” Even now, a presence is creeping nearer, and she readies herself for another psychic bombardment from a night elven soul. “Many adventurers died here in their attempts to stop Zovaal, and many condemned entities remain even after his demise. Entities that will slaughter anything living they come across.” Is that a soul? Do you need guidance?

  No, comes the guttural answer. Sylvanas stiffens.

  Tess stares at her, oblivious to the shadow materialising behind her. “But our reports said there was nothing-”

  “MAWSWORN!” Sylvanas shouts, and dives at Tess to throw her away from the dagger that lodges in her stomach instead.

  The Mawsworn rears back with a screech, dragging a second blade from its holster and Sylvanas yanks the dagger from her belly just in time to parry the killing blow with it. “He’s gone,” she cries. “Zovaal is gone!”

  “BETRAYER!” Their blades clash so hard it sets Sylvanas’ ears ringing. Her feet scrabble desperately for purchase in the dust. “THE WORLD MUST BE BROKEN!”

  “He,” she pants, feinting this way and that way for some sort of opening, “is-”

  There THERE her blade flashes in to puncture its heart just as Tess’ buries itself in its back and the Mawsworn screams in agony, flailing at her wailing at her and they jump back from its death throes.

  “Dead,” she finishes as it dissolves.

  The cloud dissipates to reveal Tess, one shirt sleeve bloodied, staring dumbly at her.

  “You… you saved me.” A hand comes up to point at Sylvanas’ belly. “You- you actually took a dagger for me. You did.”

  Sylvanas looks down at herself. At the black blood oozing lazily from the stab wound to her belly. The sluggish, half-forgotten ache of her cold body going through the motions of mending.

  She looks back up at Tess.

  “Oh, right,” she says. “Ow.”

[maryannecrimsworth]

Trainwreck

Pairing: Hailey Upton x OFC! Elizabeth "Ellie" O'Hara

Summary: O'Hara's undercover case is finally done: the attack was tracked, the boys were identified and the school got evacuated at time. But the teacher, Mrs. Baker --- Ellie's cover --- was caught by the last shooter. And he knows what she had done.

Author's note: Last week, many teenage boys attempted to attack schools of my country. They were stopped. Yet, I had this nightmare on April 20th, and I couldn't get it out of my mind ever since. I wrote this in order to get rid of my thoughts, and to thank all the police offers and people involved who were able to stop the attacks and help amidst all the violence and sorrow.

Warnings: violence; shooting; mention of school shooting; crying; panic attack

It felt cold. Icy. Empty.

It trembled and faltered as I tried to keep standing. The only thing I felt was my spine: the cold running up and down by it. I did not feel my skin, nor the tears soaking my face. I felt the cold, of my body and of the gun, aimed to my forehead, brushing it ever so slightly.

The kid did not even know to hold it. But he screamed and screamed – I could not understand what. He had said it, repeated it a dozen times, but I didn't reply. I heard the silence amidst his shouts: I knew what sound was about to emerge, and I waited for it.

It was the only thing that kept from bending down and begging for mercy. I felt limbs trying to make me knee, but I fought back. I fought, with my eyes closed and empty body, while his screams spread all over the classroom. Chairs and tables were thrown in my direction, yet I did not see it. Were they threats? Were they aiming at me, just like his gun?

A loud sound stopped his voice from rising again: his face turned white for a moment, then he smiled.

"It has begun." He spoke proudly. The revolver touched my forehead again. "You were useless. You are useless." The gun clicked, smoothly. "Your fucking traitor bitch."

"CHICAGO P.D!" The sound came as a divine response to him. The sound I waited so long for. "DROP THE GUN!"

I could hear him gasping. Finally, I could hear him – and I could feel my body. The cold was still there, but a burst of energy moved my arms in his direction. His panic became worse than mine – his hand faltered, and he nearly shot my head; if not for the sudden move I had made, I would be dead. The board behind me was hit and broken, the kid jumped with the powerful feeling of the gun kick in his hand and dropped it. It fired again, and hit a chair in the room. The metal echoed as the chair fell into pieces.

He was not strong. He could not be – he was a weak and small teenage boy, too tiny to fight back; bold enough to use a gun instead – he was a shooter. A bullied kid. A coward, in pain. I've seen it during all the months I've spent in his class, in his school – I became his teacher, in order to save him. Or to stop him.

But, today, he was no longer a victim. No longer a sad, suffering boy. Today he was a monster, a furious man, willing to kill. He had followers spread in the school. Followers that were now arrested, or killed. He was seconds away from paying for his crimes – for his plan to revenge and to murder.

He knew that he had lost. He knew that it was over. And all his rage came to the surface at once – he roared like a beast, and jumped over me as the steps reached the hallway.

He stretched and punched me, wildly, blindly, and I held his arms. I looked at his eyes as he screamed at me: his eyes. His eyes were...different. They didn't belong to my student, to a shy kid – they were violent. Vile. Evil. My body froze as I stared into his soul – it was like looking at the devil himself.

My ears sizzled while blood started to pop up from his blows. His fingernails pierce through my skin – he wasn't trying to escape from my hands. He was trying to hurt me. I could see it in his eyes: he wanted to kill me.

I did not hear the sound of the police stepping into the room. I did not hear her warnings. I did not hear the shot.

I only felt his weight and body in my hands.

Someone pulled me away – his body fell without my support. Lifeless. I wasn't able to hold him. I wasn't able to help him. No one was. Not anymore.

The kid was dead.

"They're fine. They're fine." A voice tried to calm me down. Its hands moved me away, but my eyes stayed on the floor. On him. "The school was evacuated." Sargeant? It was him? Voight stopped the shouting? "No one got hurt." The cold came back. My spine -- the only thing I felt -- trembled and shuddered. I fell. I did not feel my knees hitting the ground. "Look at me!" His blood was spreading over the floor. I was too far away to touch it. The officers around him shook their heads in sync. An ambo was not needed. He was dead. "Look at me!"

"He's dead." I mumbled. "I did it– I did not–" I crawled towards him – the coldness moved me forward, the despair shook and drove me. "Jimmy is dead. Oh my god." My chest was crushed -- my own weight was too heavy. I fell again. "What have I done?"

"You saved a whole school." There were hands holding me. Keeping me from the bloodied floor and curious eyes of other officers. "Listen to me! You saved dozens of children. You saved them. You hurted no one." I wasn't able to look at him anymore. Someone was in front of me. "Look at me, O'Hara. Look at me." My gaze focused on the person ahead. Hailey wasn't shaking as I was. Her grip felt strange in my skin. "You did great. Everyone's safe because of you." She was smiling. Trying to. "You listened? You saved all of them."

"Not all." Her touch helped me to feel something besides the coldness. Soon I felt my body and I was able to control it again. I stood up. I walked away. I left the classroom with Hailey Upton's arms around my shoulders. She made me move. She made me, finally, step away from the kid. From the shooter.

His image was confusing in my head and heart – I was satisfied and sad at the same time.

I could not cheer as the rest of the police officers. I could not be glad because of my "good job". I could not accept Voight's compliments.

"Can I go home?" I asked as soon as he finished explaining the last details of the procedure. The numbers of dead and imprisoned. I watched all of them during the last months – I knew all of them. And I did not want to know. "Is it over?"

Part of the team widened at me, but Hank did not react. He nodded. So I left.

"Stay with her." He told Upton.

"Sarge, I don't think–" Kim said immediately.

"It's okay." Hailey cut her off. "I'm good."

"You're exhausted." Kim argued. "And so is O'Hara. It's–"

"Burgess." Hank deadpanned. "They both go, the rest of you will finish the inquest." The sargeant looked at all of them. "Now."

X

I think my mom was right. She said to me "You don't have to be a teacher. There's another way of helping people." She was a teacher herself, and I saw how hard it was. But I loved it – to teach, to guide. A teacher can change someone's life, and they have changed mine. So I wanted to do it too.

I still don't know how I ended up being a cop. She didn't approve of it either, nor did my dad.

What has changed?

What has changed since my mom's time?

She was never afraid of this. Her school was safe.

What has changed?

I didn't know what it was, but I recognized it. I felt it. It made me a cop and, yet, I didn't know how to stop it.

This time, however, somehow I did it. I stopped it.

Did I?

The kid was dead.

My student. My student was dead.

And there were so many others. There will continue to be, because of them — the ones I also taught. The bullys. No one could really blame them — they didn't shoot at anyone. But the pain in the boy's gaze started somehow. Somewhere.

So that was the way to stop it? To prevent kids from being stupid and committing mistakes?

Were they truly innocent kids?

The coldness of Chicago hit my face. I soon realized where I was: the streets were empty, but the neighborhood was familiar.

I had a house there. Not really me, but my cover did — the Mrs. Baker did. Some students also lived there. Right now, they were sitting in their living room, watching the news about the failed school shooting attempt. Watching about the casualties and how an anonymous tip saved the whole school.

Anonymous.

No one could know I did it. Besides the intelligence unit and some police officers, no one knew I was more than a teacher. Now I'm not even it. The cover was gone — the task was concluded.

My house would be empty by the weekend. My belongings — the teacher's belongings — would be given away.

I have no place to go.

The streets are still empty.

The question echoes in the air as I hear gasps and voices coming from the houses.

No one comes out. No one talks to anyone. The neighborhood remains frightened and lonely.

What has changed?

X

Hailey Upton rushed to the parking lot as soon Burgess stopped talking. In a blink of an eye, the barely moving undercover officer disappeared in the school hallways. There were cameras and journalists in the surroundings, and police men keeping them away. Some curious students and teachers were watching. Yet, O'Hara was nowhere to be found. This was usual since Hailey's and Ellie's academy days, but this time was different. This time Ellie was shaking and zoning out, totally detached from reality. Hailey had never seen her like that — therefore she didn't know what her long-date colleague was capable of.

She was supposed to be happy. Relieved, at least — but O'Hara looked more disturbed than ever.

Hailey arrived at the parking lot. Ellie's car was not there.

Ellie was not there.

"Upton!" A strong voice called from behind. "Hold on a bit."

Hailey turned back and saw Atwater approaching.

"I've got some news." He announced. "Her lead was right. There was a group." He smiled. "The police from neighboring towns already arrested the shooters."

"Any victims?"

"None. She might have saved hundreds of kids. O'Hara has to know it."

"Yes. I hope it will help her." Upton moved back. "Thank you, Atwater."

Has to know it. The phrase repeated inside Hailey's head. She has to, because she doesn't know it — the look in her eyes earlier, the way she glanced at the shooter. She was guilty.

And she would try to help until she succeeded.

Upton knew exactly where she was.

X

I didn't want to make a scene. I didn't want anyone to know. There were already a pair of detectives bringing up the news to her. Her kid was dead, and I heard her crying the moment she figured it out.

I wanted to step in. I wanted to go closer and say to her "I'm sorry." I am sorry.

No one else, no matter how tiny and close to each other the houses were, moved in the neighborhood. Part of it already knew: his face was already in the news. But no one walked outside. No one walked to her.

I did.

I used the open door and walked into the living room as I listened to the detectives speaking further into the house. Her sobs led me to a hallway. I stood there, between the two doors: in the left, the police men spoke and investigated his bedroom; in the right, her bedroom and screams, begging for her son. I stepped to the side, in her direction, and I was about to reach the hallway when my body froze again.

The coldness in the spine, the insensitive skin. Then, suddenly, the same hard grip that held me from the ground now held me again: the strong hands drove me away and out of the house, in complete silence. I could not fight it.

"Ellie." The voice spoke. "What are you doing? What are you thinking?"

"She--" I mumbled. "She needs a tissue." I stepped back to the house, but it held me again.

"No! You're done with this, you hear me?" I shook my head, trying to free myself. "You're done with it, Ellie, you can't get involved."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why am I done?"

Hailey stared straight at me, and forced me to do the same: her gaze was confused and intense, it looked for an explanation and logic.

"They are all safe. All the schools of the region. You did it, you saved them."

"I failed him."

"You stopped a school shouting." She argued back.

"He's dead." I sobbed. The cold spread over my face, my cheeks got soak because of the salty tears. "Why couldn't I stop him? Why did he do it?

"Ellie–"

"I can't--"

"Ellie!" She shook me. I could no longer feel her grip, no matter how tight it was: now, I felt a different type of pinch. It suppressed my lungs, and the words coming out my mouth were nothing more than shaky breaths.

I couldn't breathe.

"It doesn't matter. You have to breathe." I closed my eyes and retreated, but her hands kept me from moving away. There was warmth in my face. "You're losing your mind."

"Please!," I breathed out. "Please, Hailey, just tell me why."

"You're asking the wrong question" I could hear a weak laugh. "as always."

I sniffed and tilted in response.

"The right question is: how do we stop it?" I grunted, but she went on. "And you did it. You stopped it. That boy chose this and there was nothing you could possibly do."

"He was my student." I broke down: Hailey hugged me and held me up. "He was–"

"I know, I know." She whispered. "You did your best. They're good now. Please, calm down." I was shaking under her embrace. "Please, come back."

I cried out loud as the police kept arriving at the scene: at the shooter's house. Upton stopped me from getting involved, just like she has done so many times before – she drove me away from the neighborhood. She drove me to a place I have never been before.

I just understood where I was when my blurred eyes gazed at the empty kitchen and messy living room.

"Is that–"

"It's okay." Hailey cut me off and quickly gathered the blanket over the couch. "Jay's away. Army's mission."

"I didn't–" I shook my head and stepped back. "I shouldn't stay."

"It's okay." She kindly smiled at me. "That's why I'm here, remember?"

"To stop my trainwreck of thought?"

She laughed as I remembered her stupid phrase from our academy days.

And then she repeated:

"To stop your trainwreck of thought."

X

Author's note for @wordsandupstead , @poppadom0912 , @amsgrey: I just wanted to show this to somebody. I'm not sure if I will write about One Chicago again, but I needed to do this.

[bg3tav]

We woke up and headed back to the grove. They're still talking about Arabella. Calling her a devil child. Gods, she is a CHILD. They do dumb shit. Get over it. Moving on...

I talked to a healer to try to get this tadpole out of my head. Nettie was her name. How do I put this, she uh, wanted to kill me. Apparently that's how you cure yourself according to her. Bullshit. Talked my way out of a certain death. Best outcome I could've hoped for. Of course now I have to go rescue that Druid Halsin what's his nuts lost to the goblins. I'm not everyone's fucking errand girl.

On the way out of the Grove we spotted a dragon off in the distance. Must be part of Lae'zel's Creche. She didn't seem to care, but I figure we'll find them eventually.

Shadowheart is egging her on. I enjoy this. Lae'zel is valuable to have around but she needs to relax. Maybe find some wild herbs and chill out. Or I could just get her drunk. If she doesn't turn into a raging lunatic.

I feel like the tadpole is taking more control. We ran into a dying man and two of his friends on the road. Our tadpoles connected, the friends are his siblings. He called me a True Soul? What the hells is that? They said I've been chosen by the Absolute and I can enforce Her will. Maybe this isn't necessarily a bad thing...

I found a cave, and the owl bear that did in Ed. I couldn't kill it. It's a magnetic beast. I see it has a cub. There's been enough needless death in the past couple of days. I won't let her die at my hand too.

Astarion was being all weird when we found a bloodless boar. He tried to rush us past it and then told us it was killed by a vampire and he didn't want to worry me. I appreciate the concern, but I know what I'm getting myself into. I can handle things like this. I don't need to be coddled.

Okay, so, we get to this place called Blighted Village, kill some pesky goblins, and Shadowheart asks Astarion if he has a sweetheart waiting for him. I'm trying to not show obvious interest in their conversation, and I likely failed, but he's not with anyone. Definitely seems to be a bit of a fuck boy, but with a body and charm like that, who can blame him. I'm trying to hide the smile creeping across my face and hope he doesn't notice me blushing. I like this one. I don't know why. I don't know him well, he's fairly reserved, but he makes me feel things. And in a situation as desperate as this, a little lust never hurt anyone.

As we're about to head to camp, we hear screaming from the windmill. The goblins are teaching a gnome to fly. As hysterical as it is, it's cruel, plus killing goblins is always fun. Pesky little buggers.

No one is chatty tonight. I think the novelty of new friends is wearing off. Just as well, I'm tired. Not that I can sleep... And thank the gods I can't. Astarion is a fucking vampire. A VAMPIRE. Explains his awkwardness about the boar earlier.

I mean, there's worse things right?

I let him feed on me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. Whatever it takes for him to be close to me. I'm willing to do anything for him and he's still a stranger. And watching him walk away, that confidence, that swagger. I feel things I didn't know I could feel. I'm not mad. Dream fodder for tonight...

[bubble-summerdream]

I want a Daddy who loves me so much that home is safe for my brain to go off. I come home, we take turns cooking and often just cook together. Touching and playing the whole time. We finish dinner and spend time with the family curled up close. His hands never left my body.

We finish bedtime, and he slowly leads me to our room, locking and securing the door, making me stand bside you. Your hands slide along my body, kissing my neck, "Hello, Bunny." And just like that, I moan into your touch as my body relaxes under your touch! You strip me slowly and keep your mouth and hands on me as much as possible during the process. I go to strip you and you stop me, "Bunny can't reach," and you continue to touch and kiss me as I thing grab your wast bang, moaning when you spring to life I go to drop to my knees. "Bunny," you moan as you use a handful of hair to bring me to your mouth, kissing me deeply as you ram your finger into my wet and greedy hole, causing me to moan in your mouth.

Before another thought can form you, have me up, with my legs wrapped around your waste. As yiu bring is onto the bed you lower me and plunge your yummy cock deep inside me!!!! You lay us down and relax the full weight of yourself inside me. You softly kiss me and whisper into my ear, "There's my good Bunny," causing me to moan as my eye glass over.

Some night, we cockwarm and sleep only changing position once a limb falls asleep. Other nights, it's like a warning for the beast that needs to be released. My body joins yours, and slowly, I relax under your weight, slowly beginning to drift off.

Just as I fall asleep, you sink your teeth into my breast as your hand covers my mouth and the other grips my hips rapidly fuckinf me into the mattress. "I'm sorry, Bunny, I just need you so bad!" I moan into your thrusts, not realizing how much I needed you too. The first cummies was so fast neither of us realized it was happening til I gush around your cock thankful your hand silence the moan screaming from my soul as I twitch under you.

You just laugh at me, "No warning, Bunny??" You know what that means, correct?" You increase your speed and before I can form a sentence I cum all over your yummy perfect cock again!!!!!!! "Mmmmm, fuck Bunny, I'm sorry I haven't been using you enough. You've lost all your training, we will have to fix that!!!!"

You greedily bend me over and fuck me from all your favorite angels as I'm a whimpering mess in a puddle of my own juices!!!!!!!! You slap my ass as you pound me into my place praising me for taking your perfect cock so well!!!!! Until finally you bury yourself balls deep and drain your entire load deep inside me!!!!!!!!

My body gives and out and yours lovingly follows keeping your yummy cum plugged inside. We lay there catching our breath as you slide your hand along my body. Unfortunately, i need to potty eventually. I whimper and complain, and you raise up, keeping me pinned to the bed as you raise my ass with you still inside me, causing our sensitive bodies to moan. Quickly, you pull out, but before i can whine, you plant sweet kisses on my red ass where your hands slapped greedily. I softly relax before you move and help me up and to the bathroom.

When I come out, you've already changed our sheets and two bottles of water for each of us waited on the night stands. As I walk to the bed, you come up behind me, pressing your body into my back as you kiss my check and neck.

"Big or little?" He hums in my ear.

You take a deep breath, pretending to think hard on if before he nips your ear giggling, "Oh.... I wannna beeee...... Big Spoon!!!" And with that, you hurry into the bed and get comfy as he cleans himself up. He puts on a movie as he crawls up the bed, so much calmer than before. He kisses up my belly and kisses his love bites before laying his head on my chest and getting cozy!!!

[txxfiles]

Mood: Extremely Stubborn and Suspicious

Hello, you missed me last month. I’m an ancient beast from the dawn of time and have no idea how to post properly so my Jan entry has vanished - thank you, thank you. It truly is remarkable to be as inefficient as me. So I’ll introduce myself THIS month. I am Maple. Hear me roar.

This week, my job is that special brand of demanding that comes boxed-up-special-offer with a stonking share-size bag of sleep deficit. The monkey on my back grows blubbery and large with my delicious, wasted, waking time. I’m tired. And It feels like there’s always too much to do and not enough time to do it in. But that’s what February always feels like, right? Or is it March now? There it all goes again. I’ve had absolutely one of the worst days of my career and not-surprisingly but unbearably unfairly - it is not my fault. I think part of growing up, getting older, climbing that rickety capitalist ladder of human-worth, is coming to terms with the fact that 90% of your adult life is just absolutely taking the fucking ‘L’. The ‘L’s come in all different fonts, shapes, sizes and colours - and you’ve just gotta take ‘em. Just take them. Take them and place them down gently in the garden of beautifully blossoming ‘L’s you’ve been maintaining since leaving highschool and crack on with your day. I’ve got a botanical 'L' equivalent of a supermall carpark and I’m still so bad at it. Every ‘L’ just thwacks me in the face. And the issue with that is that it makes me want to fight someone. The other part of growing up is learning that you can’t fight everyone. Very rarely can you fight anyone at all. Even when it unsurprisingly and unbearably unfairly - isn’t your fault. So here I am. Not fighting a single soul, feeling shit and blogging about it.

This blog was, I guess, my idea. I wanted some kind of record of how we were all feeling across the year. I seem to find myself rounding off each circuit of the sun remembering the bad instead of the good. Isn’t that the saddest but most relatable human thing you’ve ever heard? How did we get here? Like, as a species. What siren of broken dreams and disappointment brought us here to crash on these jagged rocks of pessimism? Or am I being dramatic again? I also sometimes think that life is better and more exciting when you make bad decisions and I wonder where that comes from. What part of my soul needs things to be more difficult or more bad or more uncomfortable to be more fun? What chamber of my heart wants to fight everyone? We’re weird, creepy little scrungles, aren’t we? How our little brains work. 

I don’t have much else to report. Since I lost January in a freak technology based incident of likely my own making I’ll ease you into this lukewarm misery bath rather than tossing you right in. But I’ll leave you with my wishes for next month, what I hope to be feeling next time I post. 

I want to be happier, calmer and excited about what’s coming next

I want to have had a good day

I want to talk about my writing and the plans for my novel

I want to scream about Dune 2. 

Love you heaps, whoever’s reading this. Love you so so much. Love you right into all the little gaps that aren’t already filled with love in your chest and mind and heart. I love you and I hope you’ve had a good month. 

Love, 

Maple x

[xoxo-teddybear]

The Bakugou Kids - Bakugou Katsuki

(Dad)Bakugou x (Mom)f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Cursing

Summary: Bakugou and Y/N love their son with their entire beings, but sometimes, parents need a break. Especially when those parents are responsible for creating a literal demon spawn. He is kind, well behaved, and cute of course! But he does have Bakugou blood in him. With Y/N already away on a girls trip, Bakugou has to find out how he’s going to deal with his (now) many, many kids.

A/N: You passed down your duplication quirk down to Katsuo.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” You asked your husband as you stood at the doorway. “Katsumi may be a calm baby but she’s still a baby. And Katsuo’s quirk just kicked in and it is mine. I would know how difficult it can be to manage.”

“Stop worrying, Babe. It’s just a duplication quirk. And he’s only 5, how powerful can it really be?”Katsuki said, wrapping his arms around you. “Just go on your little girl’s trip with Ponytail and Racoon Eyes. I can handle the brat.”

You looked at your husband with a raised brow and smile before rolling your eyes and giving him a kiss. “Alright then. I’ll see you in a few days!”

With that, you walked out of the house and into the cab to meet your friends at the resort. Katsuki chuckled before walking back into the house to find his son napping on the couch. His spiky, blonde locks were all messed up with bed head while his E/C eyes he inherited from you remained shut. Katsuki walked over to his newborn daughter and picked her up while he took a seat next to Katsuo’s sleeping form, rubbing at his soft hair until he woke up.

“Can’t be all that bad, right Katsumi?”

The baby girl merely cooed with sparkling ruby eyes that mimicked her father’s.

—

Wow. Wrong. He was so wrong! It had only been 2 days since your departure but things had already gone so wrong! When you said your quirk was difficult to manage, Katsuki thought it would be difficult for Katsuo to manage. Not him!

Katsuki should’ve known his son would’ve taken the opportunity to act out while his mother was away. He had always been your little angel while Katsuki saw him as his little gremlin. With Y/N gone, Katsuo has been pushing all kinds of limits. Limits that had Katsuki beat.

Katsuo had been fortunate enough to inherit a quirk. And not just any quirk, but your quirk. Duplication. Basically, he can create copies of himself. When you were his age, you could only create 4, max. Katsuo was different though. He had Bakugou blood flowing through him. He was advanced the second he was born. So now, Katsuki was stuck looking after Katsumi, Katsuo, and Katsuo’s 16 other copies.

“Aye! Number 15, you’re gonna break that lamp! 11 and 8! Don’t wrestle in the mud! Go take a bath! NUMBER 3 GET OFF THE KITCHEN ISLAND! KATSUMI!” The adult blond screamed, looking for his infant daughter, eventually finding her sleeping in her little rocker on the living room floor. “Oh right, you don’t talk yet.”

Katsuki sighed as he slumped down next to his daughter, and leaned his back against the couch. He looked around the room and saw the 17 Katsuo’s making a ruckus around the house. All he could do was question how the hell is 3 month old daughter could possibly sleep through all this.

Katsuki almost lost all hope for humanity until a knock was heard on his front door. Knowing exactly who was there, he quickly got up from his place on the floor and ran to the entrance. “You idiots are finally here!”

Katsuki pulled in his 3 friends, the boys of the Bakusquad, and slammed the door shut. The 3 friends all stood in shock at the sight of the house. Not that it was overly messy or anything. It’s just that there were about 16 more figures in the house that aren’t usually there.

“You gotta help me!” Katsuki said, running infront of them, shaking his best friend’s shoulders. “I love my kids! I do! I love Katsuo, I swear! BUT I DIDNT SIGN UP TO BE A FATHER OF 18 FREAKING DEVILS!”

“Okay! Okay, relax man. We’re here.” Kirishima said, patting his friend’s shoulder as he wept. “How the hell are we gonna take care of 17 little Bakugous?”

“Right? We thought 1 Kacchan was a lot. Then you brought another one into the world, who apparently brought some unannounced friends.” Kaminari joked.

“They’re demons!” Katsuki exclaimed. “This has to be some fucking Karma for the shit I did. I knew I should’ve listened to my old hag better. Now shits came back to bite me in the- HEY! PUT YOUR SISTER DOWN! SHE’S NOT A FOOTBALL!”

Katsuos number 7 and 5 placed a sleeping Katsumi back in her rocker with an annoyed pout before running off to play something else.

“Welllll, there’s nothing that 3 cool uncles can’t fix!” Sero enthusiastically said. “Hey kiddos! Who’s ready to have some fun?”

All the mini blondes stopped their movements, some freezing mid-air, and looked to the slim man. They all shouted in joy at the sight of their uncles and ran to pounce on the 3 men, including their father. From the point of view of the boys in the Bakusquad, it looked like a Bakugou stampede.

“Run, run, RUN, RUN, RUUUNN!!!!” Kaminari screamed as the boys all ran for their lives to escape the herd of Katsuos. This was going to be an interesting day.

—

Safe to say after the day had passed, the boys of the Bakusquad were completely exhausted. Sero had half his clothes torn, Kirishima’s hair fell from it’s great spikes and even lost some red hues, Katsuki’s eye bags had never been heavier, and Kaminari was just straight knocked the fuck out. They were all thrown across the couch as Katsumi rested in Katsuki’s arms.

“What do we do?” Kirishima exclaimed.

“I don’t know.” Katsuki said, looking at his scrambling son(s). “There’s just too many.”

“And we’ve already lost a soldier.” Sero said pointing to Kaminari’s sleeping form. Katsuki and Kirishima followed his gaze and bowed their heads in respect towards the defeated Kaminari.

“Well now what? Is Bakugou just supposed to live like this for the next 3 days?” Kirishima asked.

“Hell no. If I do, there’s not gonna be anymore Katsuki. I’ll just be some body without a soul because my damn gremlins sucked it outta’ me.” Katsuki said with his head dropped down.

“Well how do we get them to calm down?” Sero questioned.

“I don’t know. They’re all mini me’s. Nobody could get me to relax.” Katsuki said in defeat, but that’s when Kirishima had a lightbulb go off for him.

“Except for Y/N!” The red head said, popping up from his seat on the couch.

“Uh, if you haven’t noticed Shitty Hair, this all started because she’s away on her trip.” Katsuki said with sarcasm as he looked at his friend as if he was an idiot.

“I know that! But Y/N wasn’t the only one to tame you, Bakugou!” Kirishima said in excitement.

“So then who else?” Katsuki asked.

“You know,” Kirishima smirked. “Denki’s favorite person. Y/N and.........”

It took Katsuki a second before his eyes popped when he finally got it. “No!”

“Yes!” Kirishima said.

“No way! We’re not going to her!” Katsuki complained.

“Who?” Sero asked.

“Nobody!” Katsuki screamed.

“Oh it’s somebody alright! Somebody who was able to tame the beast in Bakugou the second he was born!” Kirishima said.

“Who?” Sero asked. Katsuki finally sighed before he gave in, realizing this was his only hope for sanity. He grabbed his phone and made a quick call before explaining to his dark-haired friend.

“The demon of all demons...”

—

The door opened to reveal a tall standing brunette and an elder feminine blonde.

“...My mother.”

—

The boys of the Bakusquad all sat lined up on the couch as Mitsuki stood at Katsuki’s end and smacked her son’s head.

“You idiots! Y/N leaves for 2 days and all hell breaks lose?!” Mitsuki screamed at the 3 young men.

“You old hag! Quit hitting me! Ima’ grown man for crying out loud!” Katsuki screamed as he rubbed his head. Masaru simply bounced the sleeping Katsumi in his arms as he watched the scene play out.

“Well if you’re such a grown man then why can’t you manage your own kids without your wife’s help?!” Mitsuki argued, leaving Katsuki silent as he grumbled. The eldest blonde sighed before continuing. “Alright listen, I’ll watch these little devils for the next few days until Y/N comes back. I’d love to spend some time with my grandbrats. Why don’t the 3 of you go take a break and-“

“THANKS! Let’s go losers!” Katsuki said dragging his friends to the exit. Mitsuki and Masaru only laughed at their son’s behavior as they began tending to the kids.

The boys of the Bakusquad all quickly walked out of the house and headed for their cars as they all walked together.

“So, where to?” Sero asked.

“We could go head up that new resort in Tokyo!” Kaminari suggested.

“Naahhh. That’s where Y/N’s having her girl’s trip. Wifey would kill me if she saw me there instead of at home with the kids.” Katsuki said with his hands in his pockets. Kirishima raised his brow at this.

“Oh? So then, maybe we should go back and-“

“You know, on second thought,” Katsuki said with wide eyes once Kirishima made the suggestion. He took his hands out of his pockets and placed them behind his friend’s backs to keep them moving. “Maybe she won’t kill me..if I’m lucky..and wish..upon a shooting star....a million times over. Hah.....yeah. TO THE RESORT!”

As they walked, Kaminari attempted to look at the house once more, prompting Katsuki to turn his friend’s head back around. “No, no, no, don’t look back, they can smell fear.”

[deny-the-issue]

The Kraken of Bilgewater Bay

Part Three: Calm Before the Storm

Summary: Through your grief, you make a plan and prepare to leave the island.

Thank you to the wonderful @juniper-sunny for beta reading <3

Part One, Part Two, Part Four

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[Silco x Fem!reader] [Kraken!Silco] [Tentacles] [plot] [emotional hurt] [Fluff]

“What would mmmmake you fffeeeel better?” Silco asked, keeping his voice low.

That’s a good question. What would make you feel better? A cruel smile curled your lips before speaking, fists shaking with rage, pouring your tortured soul into his mismatched gaze.

“I want to kill every last asshole in the Temple of Mother Serpent. I want to obliterate all who thought it was a good idea to sacrifice me. I want vengeance for the life they stole from me !” you shout, releasing your anger.

And, to your surprise, the beast smiles wide, admiring your blood-hungry soul. 

“Annnything for the fire-heart.”

Chest heaving, your mind goes to work.

“I’ll need a boat; can you get me one?” you ask, anger shielding you from grief.

Silco hums his agreement, but before he can leave, you grasp his arm, pulling him closer. Tucking an errant lock of his hair behind his ear, you plant a swift kiss on his marred cheek.

“Thank you, Silco.”

His gaze lingers, eyes shining with something mysterious you cannot hope to comprehend. 

“I’ll return sssssoooooonnn,” Silco promised, slithering over the pool edge. 

He needn’t show off as much of his form this time as the tide rolls in, and you quickly rise to your feet before the rapidly rising water ruins your dress, holding the tattered panties in one hand. What should you do with them? Surely, they do not have a surplus. Could you mend them somehow? 

Why are you worried about panties? Silco obviously doesn’t care for them. Why should you? You toss them into the ocean and begin to strut back to camp. You’ll need the weapons in the cave, but what else? Would you need food and water? Extra clothing? Bedding? The voyage isn’t very far and is most likely a one-way ticket anyway. 

A voice hummed a lovely melody, snapping you out of your thoughts. What of the others? They may want to join you. Something else nags at you, though. Why didn’t they tell you about Evie? They’re hiding something.

You stomp toward the voice, finding Jo storing some of the hanging, dried meat. She turns, your eyes lock, and she backs away in fear. 

“You knew Evie built a raft, and you knew she left! Why didn’t you tell me? What are you hiding!” you shout, stopping your advance a foot in front of her, angrily breathing down on her. 

“I’m sorry! Y-you sounded like you knew her, and we didn’t want to speak badly of her!”

“What do you mean?” you growl, adrenaline making your hands shake.

“S-she went nuts, ok?! She lost her mind! We kicked her out of our camp after she attacked Anna,” Jo sobs, “I-I went over there once, to where she made camp and saw the raft. I tried to talk her out of it - I tried to convince her to speak to the beast, but she wouldn’t listen! She kept screaming about going back to her sister!”

Crazy? Your sister? She was the most level-headed person you knew. How can this be? Hyperventilating, you take a few staggering steps away. 

“Who was she to you?” Jo asked softly, touching your shoulder cautiously.

“My s-sister,” you stutter, tears falling down your reddened cheeks. 

In a flash, Jo’s arms envelop you in a tight embrace, and you sink into her, accepting the comfort. She holds you until your eyes dry, soothingly rubbing your back as the embarrassment of your outburst settles in. You could stay there forever, and you might have if not for the sound of footsteps approaching. Lazily lifting your head, you see Anna walk into camp. 

“My sister attacked you? Why?” you ask, voice haggard. 

Recognition flashes behind her eyes, and her face sours as she speaks, “Yeah, in my fucking sleep! Just for disagreeing with her about going home.”

“I had to knock her out,” Emily added, stepping out of the cave entrance. 

They had no reason to lie. What happened to Evie? Why did she lose her mind?  You thought about your mental state after you lost her, and it dawned on you. Grief was almost your undoing, and it must have been hers. 

“I’m sorry. I believe you,” you sit on a crate near the fire, emotionally exhausted. “I’m leaving the Island.”

“Oh, here we go again!” Anna hisses.

“I’m not crazy,” you bite, “Silco - the beast, I mean, is going to get me a boat.” 

“He talked to you?!” Jo gasps, plopping down on the seat next to you. 

“How do you know his name?” Emily joins in.

“Helena carved their names into a tree that I found, and yes, he talked with me,” you answer, amused by their curiosity. 

“Where are you going?” Anna asks, voice cold.

“I want to end the madness in Bilgewater, even if it means bloodshed.”

Anna sits opposite you, fire reflecting in her eyes as she speaks, “Now that’s something I can get behind.”

Emily and Jo were harder to convince but agreed to come. They still had family on the island and worried for their safety, something you heartily understood. You compromised by strategizing a battle plan to keep the fighting away from the city as much as possible. Of course, this would only work if Silco agreed to take down Bilgewater’s navy, and it was up to you to convince him. 

You walk out to the beach several times a day to check if your beast has returned, taking breaks from packing the supplies in hand-weaved containers. It was hard work, but sustainability was everything; if you were to survive living on the water for approximately a week, you needed to keep your supplies dry and your water stored. Time went by fast, bonding with the others through hard work and determination. You even began feeling especially fond of Anna and her enthusiasm for revenge. 

The preparations make the days fly by, busying your mind and hands. Before you know it, a week has passed before your sea monster returns. A beautiful, small sailboat one person could easily handle sits in the small island bay, just waiting for you. It was perfect for such a small voyage and could easily hide among the serpent isles. 

Every kid of the Bilgewater knows the tales of the isles, and now you get to find out which are true. It’s said to be crawling with monsters and ghouls, but what harm can they do with Silco beside you? Even if the dangers persist, he will protect you; or at least you think he will - feel he will?  Gods, you don’t know anymore. Is it possible for you to catch feelings this fast? And for a… whatever Silco is? God? Monster? Fuck-topus? 

Shaking the thought from your head, you try to focus on the task at hand. You can’t see Silco as you scan the water with a hand shading your eyes, so you run back to camp to tell the others. 

“It’s here! The boat is here!!!” you shout excitedly, coming to a skidding halt outside the cave entrance. 

Anna is the first one out, hair still wild from sleep. She blows past you, opting to see for herself rather than talk about it. You grab the floatable sled you built and start piling supplies evenly across the surface. Emily and Jo are ready to start their day just before you’re prepared to leave. 

“You want some help with that?” Jo smiles, grasping the reins before you can answer.

Sharing a matching grin, you grab the other side and share the weight. The excitement coursing through your veins makes the trip fast and easy, barely exuding any effort as you stop just out of the water’s reach. For the next part, you already have a plan; one person stays on the boat, pulling supplies from the sled/raft combo, while the other three bring the supplies out. 

Jo enters the cold water first, whining as she slowly dunks her body in, prolonging her suffering. Rolling your eyes, a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you back away from the water’s edge. You run full force, jumping into the shallow water with a gigantic splash. Jo shrieks and, as you come up for air, pushes you back down again to save herself the view of your shit-eating grin. 

“Asshole!” Jo calls back, swimming for the boat without you.

 

Breathing out the last of your laughter, you wipe the hair out of your face and start to swim. You climb onto the ship after handing the last of the supplies to Jo, not waiting your turn to explore the boat. It was in fantastic condition, save for a bloodstain on one of the sides. There will be more where that came from after all this is over. Ducking your head into the small cabin, you doubt all four of you could sleep comfortably in the space after the supplies. 

“Let’s hope for fair weather!” Jo quips from behind you, happily gazing into the cabin. 

“Yeah, or we’ll have to get real close to each other!” you retort, feigning disgust.

 

Jo laughs and starts to load the dry goods into the cabin. Taking the cue to leave, you take a moment to stretch before diving off into the water. The other features of the boat do not interest you anyway. Having no experience sailing, you were thankful that Emily and Anna come from fishing families. And even better, you didn’t have to beg them to come! 

If you had to, you would have ridden driftwood back to bilgewater, but you were grateful for the help. With your new companions by your side, you feel like you stand a chance at changing things on that god-forsaken island. 

You completed two more solo trips to and from the camp before Jo switched with you. Organizing the supplies immediately, you peer out to the beach, not seeing anyone. What now? 

Sighing, you sink to the deck, mast at your back, and rest. It’s not long before the bright sun sets your skin afire. Walking down into the cabin, you find the temperature even worse. Well, you never were one to sit idly by. 

You engineer a small tent with some rope and cloth with the end of the fabric tucked under the pulpit. Before you get a chance to cool under it, Anna is calling to you from the water. 

“Oh hey! Sorry about that; you’ll thank me later,” you explain while you pull the first supplies onto the boat. 

It was back-breaking work but with plenty of rest in between. In the slow moments, you stare into the ocean periodically, wondering where Silco is like a love-sick maiden. Thoughts swarm your head, clouding your mind in your time off. You think about the dangers of battle and the likelihood that you’ll die, but you also question whether a creature such as Silco could love. By the time you’re relieved, you’re tense from frayed nerves and eagerly swim back to shore.

The others most likely felt the same after their time aboard, you gather, from their equally silent and diminished composure while they traded shifts. The shifts rotated, and as the last on the ship, you tell Emily you’ll be right behind her. 

You look over everything one last time by the light of the moon, leaning against the railing with a long sigh when you finish. Seeing something glowing red bobbing in the water, you squint at it, trying to decipher its origin. You take a few steps to the right and gasp as it follows you.

“...Silco?” you ask timidly, clutching the railing with white knuckles. 

He lifts himself further out of the water, bathing his face in the moonlight. 

“You scared me, Silco. See, humans have this custom where we announce ourselves to unsuspecting people as a courtesy,” you rattle on, muscles relaxing as you try to distract yourself from the day ahead. 

Silco floats closer, and when you lean over, you see the tips of his tentacles attached to the side of the boat. 

“Is tomorrow a good time to leave?”

“Yesssss,” his ethereal voice dulls every other sound until it’s the only thing you hear.

His presence made the heat swell in your core, but you also felt relief. You didn’t like seeing him go, though you would never admit it. Too afraid it’ll be the last time, you decide right then and there not to hold anything back. Tentacles creep closer, and you reach out, gently touching him. Silco looks surprised at the contact, and you begin to pull away, thinking you offended him. 

He grabs you softly by the wrist, his wet appendage wrapping delicately around it. Smiling as warmth floods your chest, your hand returns to him, rubbing gentle circles into his flesh. 

“I have a favor to ask - another one, I mean,” you begin, losing confidence by the second. “We’re going to try to overthrow the Temple of Mother Serpent with as few casualties as possible. I know what I said before about killing everyone - I’m not typically that murderous.”

Silco listens silently, eyes never leaving your face while you stammer.

“So - what I’m trying to get to and failing is: can you take out one of their warships so we can send a message back with a handful of survivors? It’s what started the sacrifices, and we think it may be the key to ending the barbaric practice. We’re going to demand they stop and, if they do not comply, hold Bilgewater’s economy hostage. Please help us; I don’t know how we can do it without you.” you plea, taking a deep breath as you anxiously wait for his answer.

“You haaave to promisssse,” he replies, to your confusion.

“P-promise what?” you ask, brows furrowed.

“You must sssstay alive.”

Did you hear him right? A smile slowly spreads across your face at the implicated emotions. He tugs on your arm insistently, letting out a low growl, and you giggle at his impatience. 

“Fine, fine! I promise not to die. I’m not sure I can keep it, but I will try my best,” you cave easily, hesitating before you add, “For you .”

The boat tilts just a little as Silco pulls himself further out of the water. It knocks you off your balance, and you fall forward. Before you can steady yourself, his lips are on yours, tentacles steadying you in their gentle embrace around your waist. The kiss is rough and unpracticed but passionate, leaving your head reeling as he breaks it off to gaze longingly into your eyes. You cradle his face with one hand, resting your other on his bare chest, and lean in for another. This time soft, running the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip and tasting him. 

A salty sweetness lingers in your mouth as you lean your forehead against his, nose pressing into his cheek as you take in his scent in long, deep breaths. You shouldn’t feel so safe surrounded by a beast that could easily kill you, but here you are, completely intoxicated by his presence. 

A shout from the shore interrupts the moment, pulling your attention away. Before you can protest, Silco retreats into the water with a splash, and you let out a frustrated whine. Wishing you could go back and live in that moment forever, you think about calling his name, but you doubt he would return. 

You reluctantly dive into the water, taking your time to swim back to shore on the off-chance your monster surprises you. He didn’t, and whoever called to you was also nowhere to be found. A tension twists inside of you, equal parts anxiety and lust. No, not lust; want. You will do everything in your power to stay alive, if only for him to hold you again. 

Does that make you desperate or lonely? You can’t help feeling Silco is a kindred soul. A tether exists between you, pulling you ever closer, making you wonder if he is your fate.  

One could hope. 

The others babbled excitedly over the fire, and you played along, eating your dinner. Only Jo seemed to notice the weight of your emotions, giving your arm an affirming squeeze when you head off to bed before everyone else. 

Your internal compass is all over the place, mourning for Evie but still warm from blossoming love. You have something to fight for once again! Originally planning to die in the assault, you find the familiar fear settle in your soul. It makes you feel weak, and if there’s anything you hate more than the Temple of Mother Serpent, it’s this feeling. And just like that, you find your fire again. You deserve to be happy - to love and be loved. 

You’re going to survive this. You have to. 

Heart steeled for the adventure ahead, your body relaxes, wrapped in soft blankets. Sweet dreams of gentle caresses and honeyed words soothe your internal strife, blessing you with a restful night’s sleep.

[lady-charinette]

Following this amazing post:

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@ghostlyhamburger My friend you're awesome, beautiful, talented, smart- thanks for the tag!! Also: I'm so In LOVE with this AU!!

Chloe as Gaston absolutely fucks, who else would sing an entire song about themselves and how great they are (No one _ like Chloe fits to a "T")

Instead of Theo being Gaston, he's one of the trio of men who fawn over and worship Chloe (like those three women in the primary colors fawning over Gaston)

Lefou is definitely Sabrina, what I also think fits this really well is the small, few moments where Lefou feels remorse for Gaston's actions that hurt Belle but he still remains loyal to Gaston

Marinette will wreck half the castle bc who the fuck has ugly antique furniture who can talk as roommates. Chip (maybe the blue haired boy from Sandboy) slowly befriends her after he sees Marinette show remorse for accidentally killing his mom "She was a beautiful teapot." "Yes she was."

Lumiere being Alya slaps, Cogsworth is either Nino or Alix/ Bunnyx (get it? Time, clock?)

If Nino isn't Cogsworth then he is definitely the Featherduster who dramatically and gracefully dances with Alya, she accidentally burns off some of his feathers and he wears his signature cap from the show to hide how bald he became. At least he still has feathers to dust furniture with.

The wardrobe is either Juleka or Rose OR BOTH: listen, they dress Marinette in the most beautiful dresses and gowns, in colors of pink, purple and black bc it fits with her colors

Just bc Marinette is a XXL sized bug doesn't mean she doesn't rock skirts and ballroom gowns Marinette designed and had sewn some of her clothes herself, turns out her little stick arms are perfect for precision work

The first time Adrien sees Marinette she has her back to him and he think she's some lost princess or kidnapped by the beast of the castle, she wears a cowl so he can't see her features. When Marinette dramatically turns around and all he sees is a 6ft bug with twitching antennas and huge blue eyes Adrien screams the damsel in distress scream and faints

Marinette may not have the ferocious roar of the Beast, but her twitching antennas and wiggling ladybug wings definitely look menacing to Adrien behind bars when she throws him in the cell

Marinette would've been more than happy to burn Gabriel alive but Adrien has too good a heart and offers himself in his father's stead. It doesn't surprise Marinette when no answer came from Gabriel, no gold to be paid for Adrien's freedom or a mob sent to kill her. Marinette lies when Adrien asks if she heard news of his father, she willingly paints herself the villain. It's easier to see the contempt for her in his green eyes than the devastating sadness if he heard his father didn't care at all.

Marinette will absolutely eat Gabriel alive, she may not be a man eating bug but damn it if she won't force her diet to change if it means getting the man away from Adrien

In a surprising twist of events, wolves are absolutely terrified of a 6ft tall ladybug with bustling wings who bears her twitchy antennas ferociously at them

The first time Adrien and Marinette grow closer was when he complimented her wings and how beautiful they looked and how soulful her big eyes were (Marinette wasn't used to hearing this, after all who would call a bug beautiful by any means? She wasn't beautiful like the butterflies visiting her blooming garden)

Marinette is pleasantly surprised to learn Adrien can cook, how can a human be so handsome and pretty and cook so well? The residents of the castle didn't starve for the first time since 100 years

Chloe's first offense against Marinette was her calling Adrien's new attire hideous (Marinette designed that herself), her second one was calling Marinette's roommates lifeless, ugly furniture, nobody called her roommates ugly except Marinette!

Marinette @ Chloe:"They have more life in them than you ever will, despite sucking the souls out of whoever you kiss." Chloe:" :0" (insert shocked pikachu face)

After turning human Marinette still has the antennas on top of her head and Adrien finds them adorable. Marinette is glad she still has them bc she would feel incomplete without that part of her (the Bug Life is the Thug Life)

[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Foxtail & Wolfsbane 31

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, and Thomas Picquery are OC characters.

[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Possessiveness.] [Warning: Degradation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Nonconsent.]

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“To think that Cas lost Sirius Black is honestly difficult to believe.”

How could Sirius Black have escaped? How could he have…?

You held your breath and reached out. Your hand touched the cold knob. You began to turn it – wham! A flurry of dark fur came barreling into you. You screamed as you fell back onto the floor.

“I’m what you would call a hellhound beast. A Grim. I transform every month. I can’t help it. When I do transform, I have… violent tendencies. Remus has been doing me a favor. He’s been staying in that tiny closet with me each time I transform and – Fuck!”

“You’re using Remus, your supposed best friend, as your chew toy?”

“It’s not like that!”

“What do you mean ‘it’s not like that’? Look at what you’ve done to Remus!”

“Stop!” 

“Remus! Remus, please, you can’t let Sirius do this to you anymore.”

“Just go. Please.”

You suddenly sat up, sweating and shaking all over.

Rowan sat up, too. Neither of you ever truly slept in the mythical realm – you didn’t need to, but you also couldn’t. The mystical realm was stronger than ever in its spiritual energy, now that the succubus draining the ice phoenix’s energy was gone and now that there were all of these new, incredibly magical creatures bounding around, both taking and giving energy from this mythical environment - and consequently, to sleep was to die. Still, the two of you sometimes managed a light doze, although you remained conscious of everything going on around you.

Groggily, Rowan mumbled out, “What’s going on?”

Your mind was in a frenzy, having come upon such an intense realization through your half-dreams.

I only now thought of it – the Grim might be Sirius’ version of the Nine-Tailed Fox, where it bursts out of him when he’s in trouble, just like the Nine-Tailed Fox bursts out of my soul and takes over my physical self when I’m threatened. That would explain how he escaped from Cas and the dementors. But the thing is, just as I need to satiate the Fox after a transformation, Sirius needs to satiate the Grim after his transformation. He told me so himself that he needs to rely on someone else to make it through the night and to overcome his violent tendencies. Which means he’s likely gone back to –  

You drew in a sharp breath as you realized: To Remus.

You leapt up to your feet. Remus might be in trouble!

Rowan tiredly got up off of the ground. “What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly so antsy?”

You nearly tripped over your own words as you were brimming over with impatience. “I just realized – I’d blocked that memory out but – Sirius, he can transform, he has another form. He likely used it to escape.” You had already pulled on your cloak and checked for your wand, making sure you were ready to go. “We have to go.”

You started to hurry away, when Rowan grabbed your shoulder. “Now, wait a minute,” he said sternly. “I don’t know what you’re going on about with Sirius right now, but if you leave, aren’t you at risk yourself? I’m not entirely sure what the risk is, but isn’t the whole reason we came to this strange place to somehow help you from becoming completely possessed by the Fox?”

Ah, that’s right. If I step foot outside of this realm, the clock will start ticking on the Fox’s age again. She’s almost nine hundred years old. When she gets her ninth tail…

I’ll devour your soul, the Fox whispered somberly. And there will be nothing left of you. I will overtake your body.

Seeing your reaction, Rowan pressed, “I’m right, aren’t I? You’ve got to think of yourself before you go racing off like this. You have to learn to take better care of yourself!”

You heard what Rowan was saying, but there was an equally strong voice in your mind, telling you: Remus is in danger.

“It doesn’t change the fact that I have to leave.” You looked Rowan directly in his eyes. “Right now.”

Knowing that you couldn’t leave without Rowan, you grabbed his hand in yours and you tugged him away. “Come on. Please, Rowan.”

“Wait! What about my creatures?”

Oh, the Fox thought sadly, realizing that Rowan intended to take them all away from here.    

“Don’t you think they would be happier here?” you asked.

“Can I come see them again?”

You hesitated. “Well, I don’t know. You know a lot about this world now.”

“And?”

“I told you. If you know too much, you can’t leave.” You gestured between the two of you. “The only reason I can leave is because I’m with you.”

Rowan closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his eyelids. “We absolutely have to go now?”

“Yes.” Seeing Rowan’s expression, however, you paused. Taking a moment to think it through, you suggested, “How’s this? You leave with me, but you come right back. That way, you can stay here as long as you like, and be with your creatures.”

Rowan shook his head at once. Opening his eyes, he looked up wearily at you. “No, I can’t let you go off by yourself.”

“Of course you can,” you replied, frustrated. “Rowan, I can take care of myself - ”

“I don’t doubt you,” Rowan retorted. “But when you’re up against myths and legends, you can’t trust yourself. No one can. Think about that succubus!”

You shivered. The mention of a succubus brought back the terrible memory of seeing her gaping mouth, fangs dripping with blood, as she leaned over her, and the feeling of her cold, sharp nails staring to pierce your chest.

Rowan stepped closer to you. “Sorry,” he said, speaking more gently. “I don’t mean to bring up bad memories. But I need you to understand the risk you’re in – at least, the risks I know about. I know for a fact that there are other risks you’re up against that you’re not telling me about. Like why you can’t get rid of the hollow in your soul.”

A terrible pang went off in your heart. I am keeping Rowan in the dark, aren’t I? I didn’t think of it that way, but it’s like I’m using him…

You sighed. With your other hand, you reached out and grasped the back Rowan’s hand, with which he was gripping onto your wrist.

“All right,” you said softly. “I’m sorry I’m rushing. But don’t you see how important this is? If Sirius Black has another form, Dumbledore needs to know about it.”

Rowan stared at you for a beat longer. “And you? What will happen to you if we leave this realm?”

“I will be at risk,” you admitted. “But I think, with the succubus gone and with you by my side – assuming you want to stay by my side, of course – I’ll be fine.”

Rowan felt uneasy. He felt he couldn’t trust you. He distinctly felt that he was missing some important piece of information. This was exactly how he had felt when you had told him to go back without you. But, just like back then, he didn’t know how to ask about the things he was uncertain of, and he knew that time was pressing and that he was getting in your way. Finally, he muttered, “Fine, then. Let’s go.”

“Your creatures?” you asked him.

Rowan looked for Frank, Nula, and Sil. Finding them all in the homes they had made in this world, he sighed. Gloomily, he said, “They look happy here. They should stay.”

The Nine-Tailed Fox’s heart lifted, but she looked with sympathetic eyes at Rowan. You’re putting him through the ringer, little one, the Fox told you.

I know, you agreed, feeling quite guilty. I’ll have to make it up to him somehow. But right now –

You pulled on Rowan’s hand. “Come on.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“Hey. I said you’re going to be all right. So why so grim?” Tonks waved the dripping wet towel over Remus’ face, accidentally spattering him with water.

“Oops! Sorry!” Tonks quickly pulled the towel away and wiped Remus’ face with her sleeve.

“I’m fine,” Remus said, gently pushing her hand away. He reached up and wiped his face himself. “Anyways, shouldn’t you go home? It’s past midnight. You must be dead tired, doing Order shifts and Auror training every day.”

“Mm, yeah, it is a bit tiring,” Tonks agreed. “I can’t get my hair bubblegum pink anymore, I’m so tired. But it’s all right. I think the faded pink suits me better, anyways.”

Humming, Tonks reached over and made to apply ointment to Remus’ shoulder, where a good piece of his flesh had been clawed out by the other werewolves.

“Ouch, Remus, this looks bad,” Tonks muttered, in-between beats of her song.

Remus sat up. “I’ll take care of it.”

Tonks looked up at Remus, wide-eyed. “But why? I’m here to help you.”

“Yes. You’ve been very helpful,” Remus agreed. “But I - ”

“If I’m doing something wrong, tell me. I’ll change it!” Tonks was so enthusiastic that she waved her hand while talking and she accidentally hit the ointment tin with her hand. It went flying across the room and shattered against the wall.

“Aw, man!” she complained.

Before Remus could say anything, though, Tonks had already swished her wand, and the tin had repaired itself.

“Well,” she said brightly, “good thing I put it on you before I went and did that. Merlin, I’m so clumsy…”

“Nymphadora,” Remus begged, “please - ”

“It’s Tonks, Remus. Tonks.”

“Tonks, please go home.”

Tonks paused. Without looking at Remus, she suddenly said, as cheerfully as she could, “All righty, then. Guess you don’t need me anymore. I’m off!”

Seeing Tonks obviously putting on an act for him, Remus suddenly felt horrible. “Wait. That’s not what – I wasn’t trying to say that you weren’t helpful.”

Tonks glanced over her shoulder at him. Her pink hair turned slightly brighter. But then, it dimmed again, as she asked, “Then why do you hate me being here?”

“I don’t hate you being here. I never said that. It’s just…” Remus looked down at his scarred hands, his scarred arms, his scarred chest. “… You know that I’m a – a – a werewolf.” His voice dropped into a shameful whisper as he forced himself to use that word. In a pained voice, he asked, “Doesn’t that disgust you?”

“Mm… Nope!” Tonks replied as cheerfully as if Remus had asked her for her favorite ice cream flavor. Popping the “pe” at the end of “nope,” she shook her head back and forth.

Tonks came back to Remus’ bed and sat on the edge. Looking straight at Remus, she wheeled off, “If you really wanna know what I think about you, Remus, I think you’re quite attractive. You’re handsome, you’re kind, you’re brave, and you’ve got a wicked sense of humor, even if you like to hide it away and pretend it doesn’t exist.”

Remus’ mouth fell open.

Tonks smiled warmly at him. “So, I’d like to continue stopping by to see you, if that’s all right with you.”

Remus blinked at Tonks. Does she not understand what it means for somebody to be a werewolf? And even amongst werewolves, I’m the lowest of the low. How can I make her see that?

“You know who Fenrir Greyback is, don’t you?” Remus asked seriously.

“Yeah, I researched him a lot before I went after you.” Tonks shook her head ruefully. “Maybe too much. I should have gotten to you quicker. Damn it.”

In fact, Remus had been overwhelmingly impressed when he learned how much and cleverness it had required for Tonks to outsmart an entire werewolf organization at their own home base to successfully rescue him. But this was not the time for that.

Instead, Remus said hoarsely, “Well, then, you know all of the terrible things he did.”

Tonks’ brow furrowed. She didn’t see where he was going with this.

Remus began to speak slowly. “I used to think that the werewolf who created me did so accidentally and that he or she spent the rest of their life regretting what they did. My parents never told me otherwise, so I kept believing that. And I imagined that one day, if we were to meet, that they would apologize and I would forgive that person, and between us, some sort of humanity might be felt even when our only connection was a cursed one.”

Remus’ face began to crumple and his voice fell to a whisper, as he murmured, “What a pathetic fantasy.”

“When I was – When all this time I had been - ” Remus suddenly struggled to speak.

“Remus?” Tonks said, worried.

A dry gasp left Remus, before he confessed, in a deeply pained voice, “Fenrir Greyback was the one who created me. I was created by the will of a savage monster.”

Tonks’ heart dropped. Oh Merlin. This is what’s been bothering him. This is what’s been ripping him from the inside out.

Tonks slipped onto the bed, sitting right next to Remus. Remus had bowed his head and was crying silently.

Tonks put her hand on his shoulder. He didn’t look up, but he flinched.

Tonks spoke, with such warmth in her lovely voice, “But you’re not a monster, Remus. You’re not. And that’s what matters.”

“But how do you know that?” Remus croaked out in a hoarse voice.

“You don’t know, Remus. You choose.”

Hearing her words, Remus slowly lifted his head and looked up at Tonks.

She smiled at him. “Like my mother. She may have been out of her mind when she named me Nymphadora. But she was a pureblood, a Black, and she still chose to deny centuries of her family legacy to be her own person. She can’t change her past. She can’t change what she inherited from other people. But she choose what mattered to her – my father… and me.”

Tonks’ bright smile faded and her eyes turned watery. But, suddenly, she laughed at herself. “Look at me, taking any opportunity to talk about myself. Don’t listen to me, Remus.”

Remus stared at her, captivated by her strength. “Thanks, Nymphadora.”

This time, Tonks didn’t correct him. Instead, she nodded at him, accepting that he could call her that now – him and only him. But she warned him quickly, “You can’t call me ‘Nymphadora’ in front of other people, mind you. I don’t want folks getting the wrong idea. You can only call me that when it’s just the two of us, alone. Got it? Or else…” Tonks waved her wand in the air threateningly.

Remus smiled wanly at her. “Got it.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The plan had been for you to go straight back to Hogwarts and to find Remus and report to Dumbledore, but that plan was immediately changed. As soon as you and Rowan exited the forest, a kelpie Patronus rose from the river at the foot of the mountains.

“Rowan. Whenever you see this, come home at once, please.”

The Patronus disappeared.

You looked over at Rowan. “What was that?”

“My father’s Patronus,” Rowan replied. “I wonder how long it’s been waiting for me…” He turned to you. “Mind making a quick stop in New York first?”

You hesitated.

“It’ll be very quick, I promise,” Rowan told you. “Besides, it might help us figure out what we’ve missed while we were in that mythical realm.”

“All right. Let’s go.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When you and Rowan arrived in New York City, you both got a huge shock when you realized that the newspapers now bore the year of 1995.

Rowan’s eyes went wide. “It’s been two years? There’s no way. It can’t have been that long. It felt like weeks, at the most.”

You let out a long breath. You weren’t quite as surprised, for the same time had happened to you the last time you had come back from the winterland. Nonetheless, it was a difficult thing to wrap one’s head around. Above all, you felt guilty about Rowan.

“Sorry,” you murmured apologetically. “You got dragged into this because of me. I made you lose two whole years.”

“Well, I didn’t lose them, exactly,” Rowan corrected you. “I was living them… with you.” He looked over at you. “We can’t say we got back together quickly anymore. Apparently, it took us two damn years.”

That got a chuckle out of you.

Rowan nudged your shoulder with his. “C’mon. If it’s really been that long, there’s no telling how long my father’s Patronus has been waiting for me.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

As you followed Rowan up the steps of his home, you stared up at the charming house with wondering eyes. I’ve never seen Rowan’s home before. It was a lovely place. It was a small, charming cottage house, half-covered in ivy and moonflowers.

When you came to the door, your gaze fell onto Rowan. As soon as his feet had touched the soil of the real world again, Rowan had started sliding back into his previous self. He became grimmer and warier. When the two of you came to New York, he seemed to fold up inside himself. It felt like the softness that had slowly arisen when he was in the spiritual realm had withdrawn entirely and instead, he was back to focusing on his external energy. It made him charismatic, but it also made him unreachable again.

Of course, you only noticed these things because you knew Rowan’s tells. To anyone else, Rowan still appeared as easy-going, yet lordly as ever.

Rowan took a deep breath. Without looking at you, he said quietly, “Just as a warning: my family can be a lot.”

You smiled a bit nervously. You tried to keep your voice light, as you replied, “Well, I reckon they won’t notice me, anyways. I’m sure they’ll just be relieved to see you home again.”

You thought about your own family. As much as you grumbled about your mother and as much as you felt guilty about your little brother, you honestly chose not to go back home because you didn’t want to be uncomfortable, but it wasn’t like this, where Rowan seemed to be silently gearing himself up to play the part of “son” in some strange, abstract way.

Finally, Rowan knocked on the front door.

The door opened.

“Son?” Newt’s hand flew to the back of his neck and his eyes went wide, as he found his son standing on his doorstep after two years. “Is that really y – oof!”

Newt went flying as Tina blasted past him at the door. She alternated between touching Rowan’s face to check that it was really her son, hugging Rowan as hard as she could because she had missed him so much, and punching him in the shoulder for all the grief he had caused her. “Rowan Jacob Scamander! Merlin, where have you been? How could you do this to your father and me? No owls, no Patronuses…! Are you hurt anywhere? Oh, dinner! You must be hungry. Queenie’s here. She can make something for you if you just give me a minute - ”

“Mum. Mum!” Rowan finally grabbed his mother gently by the shoulders. “I’m fine.”

Just then, a voice from inside called out loudly, “Oi, Newt! Escaped Niffler, coming your way!

Sure enough, Newt glimpsed an old, tired Niffler crawling out onto the front porch. “Teddy?”

Newt walked over and picked up his old friend. “Teddy, what is it?”

Teddy left out a gruff snort.

Immediately, an explosive squeal burst out of from the inside of Rowan’s cloak, and the pouch came flying out.

Newt, with incredible dexterity, snatched the pouch out of mid-air. He reached over and loosened the strings. Pumpernickel came flying out and – splat – landed tummy-first on Newt’s face.

Teddy suddenly leapt up on his back feet and stretched out his front paws – and Nick slid off of Newt’s face and into Teddy’s arms.

Newt looked down at the Nifflers. “Ah… They must’ve missed each other quite a bit.”

But even as Newt spoke, it became clear that as they hugged, Teddy was trying to steal Nick’s Sickle and Nick was trying to steal a ring from Teddy. The hug became more and more of a wrestling match, until little Niffler growls filled the air.

“You’d think Teddy would be old enough to behave himself,” Tina said, but her eyes were filled with fondness as she looked down at the Nifflers.

“They can’t help themselves,” Newt said knowingly. He reached down and grabbed the Nifflers each by the scruff of their necks. “Hey, now. Play nice.” Holding the Nifflers, who had suddenly gone glum and limp, in the air, so that they swayed back and forth from Newt’s hands, Newt went back into the house.

Rowan, taking the opportunity to escape his mother’s love (and wrath), came over to you. You had been taking everything in with an air of polite bemusement.

“Sorry about all that,” Rowan said to you.

Tina, suddenly noticing you, gasped. “It’s you! The Fox girl!”

“Ah, yes, that would be me. Hello again.” You raised your hand awkwardly.

“So you’re…” Tina hesitated. She looked over at her son, then back at you. “Well, you’re very welcome here.” She motioned towards the open front door. “Come inside. It’ll be best to hurry in before any more creatures get loose.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You followed Tina and Rowan into the kitchen, where a blonde-haired witch, in a pink robe, was waving her wand expertly to cook a delicious-looking meal. Sitting at the table, a cheerful and smart-looking man sat, wearing Muggle clothing. The cuffs of his shirt had been rolled up, yet they were still powdered all over with what appeared to be flour.  

As soon as you walked in, the blonde-haired witch turned around. With wide eyes, she said, “It’s you, isn’t it?”

You paused. “Huh?”

Rowan shook his head at the witch.

The witch’s face relaxed and she giggled at your befuddled expression. “Never mind. Are you hungry? Have a seat.”

You looked over at Rowan.

“My aunt, Queenie,” Rowan said, by way of both introduction and explanation. He nodded over at the man and said, “And that’s my uncle, Jacob.”

Jacob waved cheerfully at you. “How’re you doing over there? Come sit. Come!”

What an interesting group of people, the Nine-Tailed Fox remarked from your soul. The Fox, of course, picked up on people’s energies far more quickly than you did.

Yes, you agreed. So, this is Rowan’s family.

At that moment, Queenie came up to you. She leaned down and peered rather abruptly into your face.

Startled, you leaned back and the front feet of the chair rose into the air.

Jacob hurriedly reached over and grabbed the back of your chair before you tipped over. “Uh, Queenie, honey, what’re you doing to the poor girl?”

Queenie ignored Jacob and instead asked you, “How come you’ve got so many thoughts?”

You blinked. “What…?”

Queenie cocked her head at you. She stared into your eyes, as if trying to read you.

You looked away, turning your head slightly and dropping your eyes to the floor. Trying not to appear too defensive, you joked weakly, “Actually, I’ve always been told I have too few thoughts. It’s how I get in trouble. Or so my mum says.”

Jacob laughed lightly. The soft sound broke the tension.

Queenie stepped back. She smiled at you. “Sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just curious.” With that, she flitted back to the stove to finish cooking.

“Rowan, can you please go get your father?” Tina asked, nodding at her son. “Tell him dinner’s almost ready.”

“Sure.” Rowan got up from the desk. He looked over at you. In a soft voice meant only for you, he murmured, “I’ll be right back.” Then, he got up and left the room.

You saw him take a flight of stairs that went down somewhere.

“I’m glad Rowan found you,” Queenie remarked. Her back was turned to you as she finished up the cooking. “He never said anything about you, ‘cept once, way back when he was still at Hogwarts, but he never did stop wondering about you.”

“Queenie…” Tina’s voice was gentle, but it nonetheless highlighted a need for caution.

“What? I’m just saying… They’re good friends, that’s all. It’s nice to see friends together.” Queenie waved her wand, and plates came swishing out of the cabinets. She walked over to the table, and the plates and food came with her.

Once at the table, everything came down gently into its proper place. Queenie looked over at you. “You know, back when he was at Hogwarts, Rowan wrote to Tina and me, asking for a favor. It was a rare thing. See, he never really asks for anything. But this one time, he took the trouble of writing to Tina and me.” Queenie blinked, and you suddenly realized how beautiful her eyes were. Then, she continued, “He’d written us to ask us to find a faux fox tail keychain. It had to be a fox tail. It just had to be. That’s what he said.”

Your mouth fell open slightly. That’s right. Before he left for Ilvermony, he gave me that fox keychain. That fox keychain that broke when Sirius and I fought over it and it flew out of our hands, only for the Whomping Willow to smash it into pieces…

“We wanted to know more about you, of course, but Rowan refused to tell us anything else,” Queenie informed you. “All we knew was that you were special to him and you liked foxes.” She laughed a little. “It was charming, to try to imagine you up…”

You didn’t meant to say it, but the words came spilling out of your mouth anyways. Rather bluntly, you blurted out, “I’m not what you expected, am I?”

Queenie gave you a smile that was almost sad. “No,” she lisped quietly. “You’re not. But maybe that’s for the best…”

“Queenie.” Tina shot her sister a sharp glance.

Queenie shook her head. Then, she sat down at the table. She started to cut the portion of food in front of Jacob. “There you go, honey,” she murmured sweetly. Leaning in, she gave Jacob a kiss on his cheek.

Jacob smiled warmly at her. “Thanks, sweetheart. It looks amazing, as usual.”

Meanwhile, Newt and Rowan appeared at the doorway. Newt was saying, rather distraughtly, “Well, son, it’s not that I don’t trust your judgment, but…”

Tina, sensing the tension at once, said, “What? What is it?”

Newt looked over at Rowan.

Rowan sighed. “It’s just that… Well, Nula, Sil, and Frank aren’t in my pouch at the moment. They’re… somewhere else.”

Tina’s brow furrowed. “Where?”

Rowan opened his mouth, but no words came out. You felt the the Nine-Tailed Fox’s tails swish warningly in your soul. You knew what Rowan was experiencing. You weren’t allowed to speak about the Nine-Tailed Fox’s realm.

You looked anxiously between Newt, Tina, and Rowan. You felt like you should say something.

“They’re safe. I promise you,” Rowan finally said. “Of course I didn’t leave them anywhere that would risk their safety.” He looked over at his father. “Please. Trust my judgment.”

Newt was fidgeting quite a bit. “Well,” he mumbled, “but Frank’s quite sensitive. You know he likes to have his talons trimmed a particular way. And Nuala – she gets lonely. I used to - ”

“Dad, I know,” Rowan said quietly. “They’re okay. I promise.”

A tense silence rang out between Rowan and his parents.

You awkwardly stood up from the table. “Um, it’s not Rowan’s fault.”

“Well,” Newt said worriedly, “regardless of fault, those are XXXXX-level creatures. They have to be kept safe somewhere. Or else they’ll be at risk, and humans will be at risk. ”

“They are somewhere safe,” you replied. You felt that silver hum began to ring through your mind and close up your throat, preventing you from describing the mythical realm any further. But you felt that you had to try to explain what the spiritual realm was, because Rowan had already sacrificed so much to be with you and keep you safe. You knew that Rowan struggled with his family already and the last thing you wanted was to be the cause of an argument between Rowan and his family. So, you pushed against the silver cloud gathering in your throat and whispered hoarsely, “See, there’s this other realm e-entirely, um, where the s-spiritual - ”

Stop, little one! The Nine-Tailed Fox called out loudly, bristling all over. Stop – what are you doing? Why are you saying these things?

Icicles were appearing at the back of your throat. It was becoming hard to breathe, let alone speak.

Stop!

“ – e-energy is v-very… strong…”

“Oh my goodness!” Tina cried aloud as you suddenly gasped and fell over.

“Watch it!” Rowan yelled, leaping forward. He managed to catch you in his arms. At once, he felt how freezing cold you were and he noticed a pair of soft shapes on top of your head.

Little one, why…? the Fox whispered, horrified.You shouldn’t push yourself this way. You already know your time is running out. Why are you making things harder for yourself?

Your mind was spinning. It was hard to think, and hard to breathe. Still, you thought, slowly, word by word: I don’t… want Rowan… to suffer… because of me.

Oh, little one, the Fox sighed, you’re not in a position to be helping anybody.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When you blinked awake, you found yourself nestled in Rowan’s warm arms. You paused, confused, and looked around.

You and Rowan were lying together in a bed in a cozy, small bedroom. Rowan was sleeping, but he had propped both you and him up against a bunch of stacked pillows, so that he could hold you against his chest and keep you warm.

Unbeknownst to you, your constant head movement meant that you were actually tickling Rowan underneath his chin with your fox ears.

Rowan mumbled, and then he slowly came to.

“Ah, sorry, did I wake you?”

Rowan looked down at you. “Yeah, you did. But never mind that. How are you feeling?”

“I’m all right.”

“You’ve got fox ears, you know.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Rowan reached up and gently grasped one in his hand.

“Ah! Okay, I feel them!”

Rowan let go. He chuckled tiredly. “Y’know, you scared everybody, when you fainted.”

“Oh, Merlin. I’ll have to apologize to everybody. I didn’t even get to eat the dinner they made for me,” you realized.

“It’s fine. As long as you’re all right.”

“I am. I’m a little cold, but you’re doing a fine job of keeping me warm,” you said honestly. “I’m not complaining.”

“Mm… Good.” Rowan clutched you tighter in his arms and nuzzled his face against your head, flattening your ears on your head enough that you squirmed in his hug. He smiled. “Pipe down.”

“I can’t. They’re – They’re sensitive.”

Rowan dropped his arms around you. But the next second, you felt his hands slip under your shirt and up your body. “Shall we get rid of them, then?”

“We can’t. We’re at your parent’s house, you numpty.”

Rowan chuckled. “We are. But no one’s home.”

“Why not?”

“I asked for some privacy. Everyone’s at Aunt Queenie and Uncle Jacob’s. They’re just next-door, as it were.”

“Oh.” You paused. “But the house is empty?”

“Yeah.”

Reluctant to leave Rowan’s arms, you nudged yourself around without breaking Rowan’s hug.

Rowan smiled when he saw you turning around in his embrace. Finally, you managed to get your hands on his chest and to look up at him.

“Hello there,” he said softly.

“Hi.”

“You look very cute like that.”

You leaned forward and kissed Rowan. “Mm…”

After a sweet moment of simply trading soft kisses, you drew back to say, “Rowan. I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I didn’t realize how many problems I was creating for you. You spending two years in another realm, having to leave your animals behind, and not being able to tell your father where they are now…”

Rowan gave you a hard gaze. “What are you doing?”

You hesitated. “What…?”

“It’s years too late to apologize to me. And me to you,” Rowan said bluntly. “We don’t need apologies or grand declarations of love. We’re past all that. We’ve always been. So, just, be comfortable with me… and don’t get hurt. Please.”

A sadness panged in your heart. Rowan, you shouldn’t be holding onto me like this. The way you love someone is full of sadness…

You leaned forward and kissed Rowan again. This time, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hugged him back.

At the same time, you slowly folded your legs on either side of you, so that you could sit up a little on your knees. You sat on Rowan’s lap, and with your arms still wrapped tightly around him, you started to gently rock against him.

Rowan reached down and grasped your chin in his hand. “What’re you doing there, little one, hm? Are you trying to seduce me?”

You nodded, always the straightforward personality.

He chuckled. “Well, you look silly, moving about like that, with your fox ears flopping everywhere.”

You whispered back to him, “You say that, but I can feel you, Rowan.”

Rowan smirked. He suddenly anchored you against him and he roughly rubbed his face against the top of your head.

“Ack, Rowan – what’re you doing?”

Rowan paused and then –

“Ah!” you gasped out, as you felt Rowan biting lightly all up and down your ears.

Rowan felt your hands scrambling all over his chest and stomach. He laughed softly. “Fuck, I wish you could keep these ears somehow. They’re a perfect weak spot for someone as hot-tempered as you.”

“Hot-tempered? Me?” You finally poked your head between Rowan’s arms. “You’re projecting, Rowan Scamander.”

Rowan grasped your hips and sat you down properly on his lap.

You felt your breath leave you when you were pushed against Rowan’s hips and pelvis.

“Oh…”

Rowan smiled at you. “It takes so little to distract you, except from your Fox, of course.”

“I’m not distracted,” you retorted. “I just…” Your thighs twitched. “I just want you.”

Inside of your chest, the Fox purred happily and licked her paws. If it was up to her, she would gladly busy herself by feasting on Rowan’s soul every day.

“Show me,” Rowan murmured. Though his voice was gentle and his tone warm, the texture of his voice suddenly became much more gruff. “Show me how much you want me.”

In truth, Rowan was relieving the stress of being back in the real world and his family again by teasing you. However, seeing you safe and sound in his arms brought Rowan genuine happiness, and that was where the warmth was coming from.

Rowan was also trying to be careful with you. Normally, he’d grab you and flip you on the bed and have you panting desperately for him in mere minutes. But, while you seemed fine, gazing up at him with cute, glimmering eyes that were curious and alight, your body was still somewhat cold. Rowan didn’t want to push you accidentally.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Feeling lazy today?’

Rowan raised an eyebrow right back at you. “You sure you want to push that button? Even knowing what happens when I take charge?”

“Er – right, no,” you amended quickly. “Okay. You just sit tight, Rowan Scamander.”

Rowan made a face. “How come you use my full name so often?”

“I’m holding back from saying ‘Rowan Jacob Scamander,’ actually.”

“Why?”

“Ah, I don’t know. It just makes you seem cuter when I use your full name.”

Rowan’s grip on your hips tightened slightly. “Seem cuter?”

You laughed. “That’s right,” you said, not relenting. ��You’re not cute at all, Rowan. You’re a big hulk of a man. But when I use your full name, it makes you a little more – um – pocket-size, see?”

Rowan stared at you. “When you get your fox ears, do you replace them with your capacity to reason?”

You rolled your eyes. “This is what I’m talking about. Not cute at all. Now shush. I want you inside me, and it’s not going to happen if you keep teasing me like this.”

Rowan sighed. But he kept quiet and let you go on.

A moment later, Rowan felt you clasp your hands on his shoulders. Then, he felt your knees starting to move and your thighs brush up against his hips and then – he felt you pushing yourself gently against him.

Soon, you reached down to struggle out of your pants. You slipped them down just enough that Rowan could make love to you. You undid Rowan’s pants and, with some effort, managed to get them down Rowan’s hips and thighs as well.

Rowan bit back a chuckle when he saw how hard you had to work to get the fabric down.

“You’re already all worn out,” he teased you, when you finally sat back on his thighs to catch your breath.

“I don’t get it,” you said, frowning. “We didn’t eat much at all in the spiritual realm. Why are our pants so tight?”

Rowan smiled. “We can think on that later, love. But for now…”

Rowan let his hands slip down, tracing your curves before he slid his hands under your plush little ass and held you up, just above his lap.

You reached down and guided Rowan to you. You shut your eyes tightly, as you always did, because Rowan had such a thick cock, that getting him inside you always made you feel very, very tight, and no matter how many times the two of you made love, it was always a little overwhelming.

“Relax,” Rowan reminded you, leaning forward to gently nuzzle your jaw with his nose. “You’ve got to relax.”

You nodded. But, in contrast to your agreement, you clutched onto Rowan’s shoulders harder as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock.

The tip of his cock pushed against your pussyhole until… It pushed through.

“Ah,” you breathed out.

Rowan’s hands pressed harder against your ass. He also pushed his face harder against your neck. “Fuck,” he moaned out, in a slightly muffled voice. “Aren’t you all tight and warm tonight, hm?”

“Y-Yeah,” you breathed out, hardly aware of what you were saying. “Ah… Y-You’re so big… So thick…”

“And you’re so tight,” Rowan returned, nuzzling your neck with his nose. “Fuck, you feel so good… Wrapped around my cock like that… Mm… Sink down a little lower, baby.”

“I’m trying,” you breathed out. “Oh, God…”

You paused. Were you just imagining it, or was Rowan actually shifting a little to push himself up into you?

“Rowan,” you squeaked out in a soft voice. “Um, I think y-you’re - ”

“Shit! Sorry.” Rowan realized that he had lifted his hips slightly. He quickly sat himself back down on the bed. You felt his hands soften, too, though he continued holding you up.

“Sorry,” he apologized again. “Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head at him. “I’m okay.”

“Good. I just – You were so tight that I felt like you were going to push me out. I didn’t realize I was pushing in so much. Sorry, love.” Rowan kissed your neck as he whispered, almost to himself, “I know I’ve got to be careful with you tonight.”

“Mm, yeah, you can’t be such a bully to me tonight,” you agreed. You smiled teasingly up at him, and as you spoke, your fox ears twitched.

Rowan rolled his eyes at you. “Then, get to it. C’mon. Show me what a little slut you are for me.”

You rolled your eyes right back at him. But you couldn’t deny it – the way he spoke, coupled with the easy way in which he handled you, and the way his eyes glinted charmingly and also rather meanly, made you feel very fond of him.

Wrapping your hands once more around the back of his neck, you started to gently lower yourself back onto him. But you stuttered to a pause all too soon, when you felt his cock start to spread open your tight walls deep inside of your pussy.

“Rock your hips,” Rowan suggested. “Get yourself all wet for me first.”

You nodded. Putting your hands on top of his shoulders and pushing yourself up just a little, you started to bounce on the tip of Rowan’s cock.

Rowan moaned appreciatively. “Good girl,” he praised you.

“Mm, yeah,” you breathed out happily.

“There you go,” Rowan said. He grabbed your hips and helped you go up and down on his cock.

“Ah…” you breathed out happily, and you felt the Fox purring with pleasure inside of your chest, too. “Feels so good…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you spread me out so well,” you told Rowan. “Feels amazing, Rowan…”

Your head nodded along with your hips as you bounced along on his cock. Your hips squirmed with pleasure as you felt his cock delve in and out of your pussy, filling you up so nicely now that the initial tightness of taking him in was over.

“Look at you,” Rowan whispered adoringly, “taking cock so well. Mm, you’re so pretty, baby.”

To his own surprise, Rowan enjoyed being lazy with you. He ran his hands slowly up and down your sides, almost tickling you, and he smiled when he saw you squirm a little on your way up and down.

You weren’t taking very much of him, but that was all right, Rowan thought, because you were working yourself so prettily on his cock. You were using your thighs and your hips so that even though you were just taking in the tip of his cock, you were milking the tip of his cock so well, making sure Rowan could feel how warm and soft and tight your pussy was.

Rowan watched the way your breasts bounced lightly as you fucked yourself on his cock, and he saw the way your strong thighs and tight little cunt were working desperately to ride his cock.

“Look at you,” Rowan whispered adoringly. He let his hand drift forward and gently graze over your tummy. “Taking me in so well. Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Rowan liked, too, the feeling of you holding onto him like this – with your hands on his neck. He liked knowing that he could support you, and he felt close to you when you were clutching onto him like this.  

Rowan reached over and suddenly grasped the back of your neck and he brought you forward. You blinked, finding yourself abruptly tucked away against Rowan’s neck and shoulder. Your hips paused, too, as for a moment, you scrambled to hug Rowan, as your hands had fallen away from his neck when he brought you closer.

“Keep going,” Rowan murmured lovingly into your ear. He reached up and tucked your hair back for you, trapping it against the back of your neck, so he could hear you pant for him. With his other hand, he reached back down and pressed his fingers against your clit, where he rubbed tight, fast circles against you.

You moaned out softly. “Rowan…” Your tummy buckled inwards a moment later, as the sensation of his fingers massaging your clit while you bounced on his cock started to push you towards that higher sense of pleasure and tension.

“Don’t stop,” Rowan whispered back. He took a deep breath and then breathed out lovingly, “I want to feel my cock inside your tummy.” His hand drifted up a little, to touch your lower tummy. “Right…” He pressed down softly. “Here.”

You moaned again – this time low and wantingly. You pushed yourself down a little harder this time, making yourself take more of Rowan’s cock.

“Ah – yes!” You gasped when you felt him fill you up even more.

“There you go,” Rowan whispered, praising you not only with his words, but also by the way he looked at you – with such warm eyes. “Aren’t you just the sweetest little thing?”

“H-Hm?” you stuttered out.

Rowan brought his hand up and gently touched your lips with his fingers. “Pant for me,” he murmured – and you did.

For a long time, you made love to Rowan in this way – holding onto him while softly bouncing on top of him, panting in soft, hurried breaths as you took him inside you over and over again, and ultimately letting yourself feel every sensation of this soft, slow, and pleasant sex with him.

Rowan kept lavishing your neck and chest with kisses, and though he kept one hand on your ass, to help hold you up, he let his other hand wander all up and down your body, leaving a trail of adoring warmth wrapped all around your silhouette.

You were a bit taken aback, but also quite happy, with how laid-back Rowan was today. He really does know how to be gentle with me, you thought.

You realized that you had deeply underestimated Rowan. Yes, he had such strong guards up that it was hard to reach him and he talked in such a harsh way that it sometimes put you off. But, at the end of the day, when you thought about what he’d done for you… coming with you to a land you purposefully told him nothing about, yet somehow knowing to come back and save your life; leaving his treasured and beloved creatures behind to stay by your side; and now, letting down his guards to let you have him any way you liked, to make sure you were safe with him…

His words can be cruel, and there’s a harshness to him, certainly… And I’m still not entirely sure where that comes from, but to me, he’s only ever been loyal and protective and true…

You heard yourself whisper, “More…”

“Hm?” Rowan reached up and gently caught your lower lip under his thumb. “What did you say?”

“Wan… more…” you managed to mumble out. Honestly, though, you weren’t sure what this ‘more’ was that you were speaking of. Was it about sex or was it about something else…? Maybe more time with Rowan, or more of this gentle love with Rowan, or more… more…

I don’t know what it is, or how to say it, you thought. But there’s something to Rowan that needs to be unlocked and brought back. I feel like I’m getting closer to seeing what that is.

But Rowan, of course, thought you were talking about making love. He murmured softly, “Of course you do. ‘Cause you’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”

Oh… I didn’t really explain myself, did I? you suddenly realized, feeling quite stupid.

You nodded, almost sheepishly.

“I’m glad you’re not pretending otherwise anymore,” Rowan told you. “I prefer you when you’re honest with me.”

As he spoke, Rowan let his hands drift to your middle, where he grasped your waist rather tightly in his hands.

“Ah,” you breathed out, feeling him squeeze your waist.

“You’re doing so well for me, love,” Rowan murmured. “And if you want more, then I think it’ll be even better if you just… if you just sit - ”

“Uh!” You gasped loudly as Rowan pushed down on you a little – and you felt his cock push through your walls.

It felt so good, but being filled up by such a thick cock made your pussy clench suddenly all around his cock. Instinctively, your thighs tightened, too, abruptly closing in around Rowan’s hips and throwing off your sense of balance.  

You fell forward, trapping Rowan in a tight hug, as you all but blubbered into his shoulder. “R-Rowan, I’m s-still – nngh – so t-tight… Ah…!”

Rowan shut his eyes. “Fuck,” he cursed through gritted teeth. “You are tight.”

“A-Ah,” you choked out. You could feel your pussy getting all feverish and throbbing away hotly on Rowan’s cock. Without realizing it, you were now hugging Rowan was all of your might.

Rowan moaned. “Fuck,” he spit out again. His grip around your waist tightened even more.

“Hah – Ah - Rowan,” you breathed out. Your voice was thin; your breath was even thinner.

“Sweetheart,” Rowan murmured, almost cutting you off. “I – I gotta have you now. Can you take me?”

“I don’t – Gimme a m-moment,” you mumbled.

“Okay. Okay,” Rowan huffed out. He was trying to calm himself, trying to ignore the fact that yours was the tightest, warmest pussy he’d ever been in, and you were gripping him like crazy right now.

Rowan glanced down at you, though his own face was scrunched up with the effort of waiting for you. He saw the way you’d buried your face against his neck and he saw the way your fox ears were going haywire – twitching furiously.

Rowan managed to slip his arm around your waist to hold you to him. Now that his other hand was freed up, he soothingly ran his hand down your back.

“You’re all right, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You’re with me.”

You lifted your face and looked up at him.

Rowan blinked when he saw your flushed face. She looks so… She looks like she’s in love. He paused. I must be going out of my mind.

“I know,” you whispered. You also kept one arm around his shoulders, to hold yourself up, but you brought your other hand and pushed Rowan’s hair out of his eyes before pressing your palm warmly against Rowan’s cheek.

“I know,” you repeated, and the sincerity in your voice made it sound like a promise.

Rowan’s mouth fell open slightly. Then, he leaned down, and with you still sitting in his lap and his arm still around you, anchoring you to him, he kissed you.

You breathed out and returned his kiss.

The kiss, though slow and tender, became more and more passionate, until Rowan finally sat up and then gently toppled you over.

You held onto Rowan, hugging him around his neck, but when you felt his hand slip down, you let him gather your legs together and turn you gently to the side.

Turning, you reached over and grasped the sheets with both of your hands.

Rowan took his position, hovering above you, with one hand holding onto the bed frame, and his other hand placed on your ass, to make sure your little pussy was all opened up for him to push his thick, stiff cock back into.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Rowan told you. “I’ll go slow.”

You nodded.

Rowan leaned forward and began to gently push his cock back into you.

Your hands immediately tightened on the sheets.

Rowan slowly rocked his hips back and forth, working his cock deep inside of you.

“Ah, ah, ah…” Soft gasps left your lips as you felt him rocking into you like that. You were still being stretched out, but in such a pleasant way.

Rowan watched as your hips rocked with his, and how your breasts bounced lightly in time to his pushing into you. Besides that, your fox ears were curled slightly at the tips, as were your toes.

So lovely… he thought. She’s matured so much since we were in school together, and yet, she’s cuter than she was. I’m not sure how that happened, but she’s so very lovely… My fox girl… Who never noticed my feelings for her… Who was always too busy thinking of spirits and foxes to notice the people right beside her… But she has noticed me, now.

Rowan began to push into you harder.

She’s with me now. She’s let me stay with her.

Rowan’s grip on the bed frame tightened and he thrust his hips forward now.

“Uhn!” you cried out.

Rowan groaned. Yeah, she’s in my bed, taking my cock, and looking all cute for me. And she’s so good for me… So good, so good, so good…!

“U-Uh - ! Uh! Uhn!” You were trembling on the bed. Your thighs, gathered tightly together by Rowan, were now shivering badly enough that you instinctively wanted to split them apart. Rowan kept them tightly together, however, as his hand pressed harder and harder against your ass, pressing you down into the bed.

Finally, you cried out, “Ah! Rowan!” You let go of the sheets and reached down to grab Rowan’s hand. You slid his hand onto your tummy instead and then spread your shaking legs apart – and as soon as you finally managed to pull them apart, you came. You came heavily, right on Rowan’s cock, which was still fully buried inside of you.

“Oh, God,” Rowan moaned, when he felt your pussy grip on his cock and throb hotly.

Rowan’s hands slipped off of both the bed frame and off of your tummy at the same time. He fell over, nearly right on top of you, but he managed to catch himself at the last moment. His hands slammed down on the mattress on either side of you and he held himself up, hovering above you.

“Ah…!” you gasped out. Your head fell back and your back arched. Rowan felt your tummy press flush to his suddenly.

Rowan moaned and he reached down with one hand and fervently grasped your waist. Holding you in place like that, he slammed into you repeatedly with heavy, rough thrusts.

“Ah! A-Ah! Ahhh…!” You half-gasped and half-cried out in overwhelming ecstasy as Rowan rammed his cock into your pulsing, still cumming pussy.

Somehow, your head was now up against the top bed frame – you couldn’t remember how or when that happened – and Rowan was thrusting into you brutally, and you loved it, you loved it, you loved it –

“Uhnn!” With a loud, deep growl, Rowan thrust into you one last time – and he came.

Your mouth fell open when you felt his cock throb heavily in your tight, stretched-out pussy, and then you felt the heat of his cum fill up your pussy.

“Hah… Ah… Ah…!”

“Hah – Nngh – Ah… Hah…”

Your and Rowan’s breaths mingled as both of you panted for all you were worth.

You were both sweating so much.

“Oh, God,” you heard yourself whimper.

“Fuck,” Rowan panted out. “Fuck, that felt – you’re so – uhn…”

You raised a shaking hand and touched Rowan’s chest. He jolted, almost as if you had electrocuted him.

“R-Rowan…” you breathed out. “Look… at… me.”

Rowan opened his eyes.

You tried to smile at him, but it felt too serious of a moment to make light of, and you let your smile fade away quickly. Instead, you gave into the intense romantic sense of it all.

“Rowan…” you whispered. You opened your hand and pressed your palm and all five fingers against his warm chest. You could feel his heart beating furiously in his chest.

But then, your hand slipped off as Rowan rolled off of you, falling to your side and onto the bed.

Rowan stared up at the ceiling, dizzy with heat and with the intense feeling of cumming in you, the woman he felt so much for… It wasn’t just possessiveness anymore, was it? No, it couldn’t be, not when he was the one following you around like this. Rowan threw his arm over his face. He couldn’t explain to himself anymore… how much he felt for you.

Too tired to lift your head, you shifted onto your side to look at Rowan.

Rowan felt you gazing up at him. He didn’t look at you and he kept his arm over his face, but with his other hand, he reached over and gently patted your head.

“They’re gone,” he murmured. “Your fox ears…”

“I didn’t even notice,” you told him honestly. You repeated his words back to him, “We didn’t make love tonight just to get rid of the fox ears, did we?”

Rowan swallowed. “No.”

You scooted closer to him, sliding over bit by bit, until you were lightly pressed up against his side.

Rowan lifted his arm so you could press yourself against him.

You snuggled in beside him, and slid your head onto his shoulder. You reached up and gently pushed off his arm (the one he was using to cover his face) and stared up at his handsome face.

“What’re you gazing at me for?” Rowan asked you, still not looking at you. “You know what I look like.”

You didn’t reply, but you kept gazing up at him.

Something feels different about him tonight, you mused. Very different.

“Were you satisfied?” you wondered aloud. “When I made love to you, sitting in your lap and all, I wasn’t going too slow for you, was I?”

“No,” Rowan replied. “You were perfect.”

Perfect?

Rowan cleared his throat and said quickly, “Now, sleep, love. I know how tired you get after your transformations.”

“Ah, right – about that,” you said, “the Fox says, ‘thank you.’”

“Good,” Rowan murmured. “Now, sleep. And we’ll have to make sure you eat when you wake up. All right?”

You nodded. Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by the warmth and scent of Rowan, of being as safe as you could ever be…

Just before you fell asleep, you mumbled aloud, “Y’know, Rowan, it’s a real shame… that you don’t believe… in love.”

Rowan didn’t react to you in that moment.

It was only after you’d fallen asleep that Rowan quietly turned his head to look at you. When he saw you sleeping besides him, looking so peaceful, he closed his own eyes. Just before he fell asleep, Rowan felt a wash of wistfulness come over him and tint his dreams with a sense of forgotten feelings.  

Inside of your soul, the Nine-Tailed Fox nodded approvingly, as she felt the subtle shift in Rowan’s energy. You’re coming home to yourself, Rowan Scamander. Slowly but surely, you’re remembering how to be yourself again. It will be painful, but don’t be afraid. You were not born to deny your own soul, sunchild.

As Rowan fell asleep, his arm curled around you and slipped down from your shoulders to your waist. Meanwhile, you shifted slightly and your hand slid up, until it was resting gently atop his chest.

The two of you slept like that all night, as comfortable as could be in each other’s embraces, and protective of one another even in your shared slumber.

Tagged Users: @areomalfoy @saltstacks

[xtinyaurora]

Hi can you do a rough sex with Ateez please and thank.

Ateez Reaction: Rough Sex {Rated}

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut

➼ pairing: Ateez x gender neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 1,4k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, spanking, use of pet names, praise, degradation, dirty talk, choking, slapping / violence (?), mention of pussy / dick, no protection (always use protection kiddos)

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby, so read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: Honestly, I don’t like how this came out, but here you go.

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Park Seonghwa

„You like that, baby?” asked the male while roughly thrusting into. You let out a little whimper, then a loud moan because he was starting to hit your g-spot. He sped up, chasing his own high. He slapped your ass cheek, ass facing up and face down. Seonghwa grunted in your ear, after pulling your body up to his bare chest. He placed his hand on your neck, squeezing it. „I'm close.“ he whispered „You feel so good, I could fuck this tiny hole all day long.” His thrusts were getting slower but harder. You then reached your high, squeezing your hole, making your boyfriend moan loudly. „FUCK, YES!” He filled you up with his cum, riding out your highs. After a few seconds, Seonghwa started to move again. Smirking at your surprised face, he placed your legs on his shoulder. You wanted to ask for a few more seconds to clam down but the boy stopped you by kissing and thrusting into you like a wild animal, leaving you no chance.

Kim Hongjoong

„Ouch!” You screamed after earning yourself a hard slap on pussy /dick. „What, can’t take it?” Smirked your boyfriend. He lowered his head, starting to lick your private part. His hands then wandered up to your nipples, squeezing them. „Does this feel good, slut?“ did he ask, taking his hands off of your nipples and placing them on your hole instead. You answered his question by moaning loudly. „Nuhu, baby, use your words.” he looked at you challenging. „You make me feel so good, Joong. Please, make me cum.” you begged. He let own a low chuckle „You want me to make you cum? How much do you want it? I don’t think you deserve it.” „Come on, please! I was so good for you. I deserve to get fucked.” you whined. „Oh? Confident now, are we? So, you want me to fuck you nice and hard?” You nodded your head, pulling him on top of you. With a smirk he rammed his dick into you, leaving you no time to adjust. „Okay, then let me fuck you nice and hard, just like you deserve.”

Jeong Yunho

Loud groans were filling the room, the sound of skin slapping in the background. Yunho was always someone who was making sure not to cross the line, trying to hold back so he doesn’t hurt you, but today he unleashed the beast. You tried everything to make him mad. You provoked him by acting like a brat, made him jealous, ignored him when he was trying to talk to you and everything else you could think of. You wanted to see, how far you could go until he snaps. He lasted for about 2 hours, then he grabbed your wrists pulling you on his body, asking you what your problem was. You only smirked at him, then grabbed his dick and squeezed it hardly. That’s what put you in your current state, lost in pain and pleasure. Every time you tried to move or touch him, he slapped your hands away and pinned them back on it’s place, above your head. Sweat forming on his forehead, his speed way too fast, thrust too hard. „You like this, brat? You like how I fuck your tiny body, stretching out your hole with my giant dick? Of course you do. Slut.”

Kang Yeosang

„Louder” commended your boyfriend, you doing as you were told and counting the next numbers a bit louder, earning another slap on your ass. „Twenty two” Now he started to give you harder spanks. „Twenty six” this went on until you reached number 80. After that, Yeosang flipped you around and placed you on your back. Then he hovered over you, staring into your soul. „You remember your safe word?” You nodded, answering his question. „Good, because I am not planning on holding back.” Finishing his sentence, the boy placed his hard cock on your entrance, spitting on it before and pushing in afterwards, morning at the feeling. Of course he didn’t let you adjust. He slammed himself in and out, incredible speed. Your moans were getting louder, it felt too good. You placed your hands on his back and started scratching it, making him moan out loudly. „Fuck! You make me go crazy. Keep going, come on.”

Choi San

Hands and legs tied to the bed, toy in you. „San...” you called out softly, tears gathering themself in your eyes, being overstimulated. „Please, take it out”. This brat has putted a long and thick vibrator in, full speed on. „Oh no, baby, you gotta take it.” said San. He then grabbed the toy and started to ram it into you as hard as he could. At this point, it started to hurt but you kinda liked it, even San could tell. He stated smirking, an idea coming up into his head. He positioned himself between your legs, his hard cock touching your entrance. He let out a soft moan, the vibrations sending him a rush of pleasure. With a tiny bit of force, he squeezed his slim dick into you, fucking you slowly. You screamed when both, toy and your boyfriend, stretched you out. It felt good, you liked the pain. A tear slipping out of your eye, slowly sliding down on your cheek. Your boyfriend kissed it away and stared to thrust harder into you. „This feels so fucking good.”

Song Mingi

„More! Please, Mingi, give me more!” you screamed, tears of pleasure building up in your eyes. „More? Are you sure, precious?” „Hell, yea!” That was enough for your boyfriend to hear, for him to speed up his thrust. Both of you moaned out loudly. It felt so damn good, both of you not wanting this night to end. It all stated out with soft pecks, watching a movie on your shared bed. Slowly, the soft and innocent pecks turned into kisses and ended in a make out session. You really wanted him to go hard on you this night and because of the reason that Mingi is a perfect boyfriend, he had no problem with doing so. So here you two are, fucking on the bed, causing a lot of noise, making the bed bump against the wall. „Aghhhh” you boyfriend was close, just like you. He grabbed your hips, holding into them tightly, you reaching your high. He too released into you, breathing heavily. „God, this was amazing. Let’s do another round?” to answer his question, you pushed your lower body against him, making him smile lightly.

Jung Wooyoung

„Tell me, how does it taste, baby?” growled your boyfriend, sitting on the kitchen chair, smirking down at you. You pulled your head up and answered his question. „So. Fucking. Good.” You then took his thick cock into your moth again, bopping your head up and down. His moans turned you on so much, you had to moan yourself. He then roughly grabbed your hair and pushed your head down. His entire dick disappeared in your mouth, making you choke. „Agh, I'm close.” He then pulled himself up a bit and started moving, now face fucking you. You grabbed his thighs, digging your nails into them. You needed some air but Wooyoung didn’t seem to stop since he was about to reach his high. He looked down at you, loving the sight. Soon after his release you felt his palm against your cheek. „Swallow.” did he demanded. You did as he said, showing him by opening your mouth and pulling out your tongue. Again, a smirk was plastered on his face. „Good girl / boy.”

Choi Jongho

You were in the middle of getting destroyed by your STRONG boyfriend. At this point, you didn’t even know on which round you were, but this boy didn’t seem to stop anytime soon. You knew Jongho liked roug sex but you didn’t know that it would be like THIS. No, of course you liked it, but you simply weren’t expecting it. You felt like passing out, not able to take the pain and pleasure anymore. When Jongho realized this he started to go even harder on you, making you whine out lightly. „Oh no, you’re not going to pass out Y/N, keep those pretty eyes open for me.” He then leaned in to you, staring to kiss you. You tried your best but soon you reached your next high and last high for the night, seeing stars. Jongho pulled out, jerking himself, coming on your stomach. Right before passing out, your boyfriend half smirked / half smiled at you, placing a last kiss on your forehead. „Good Night, Baby.”

[l-r-christian]

Title: Tied: The Huntress and The Original

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!F!Reader

Summary: A Prophecy spoke of a powerful child would be born from a Noble blood and a warrior that had been to both Heaven and Hell. As an old magic had tied Elijah Mikaelson to another, Y/N Winchester is dealing with both Heaven and Hell coming after her.

Warnings: Fluff, some angst, Elijah already being a simp for his lady, Y/N stabbing things

Tags: @jjrp-obsessed67 - @elijahmikaelson33 - @just-another-writer-17 - @rere-the-writer

Part two

A/N: sorry this took so long ☺ I was trying to think on where I wanted to take this.

Elijah was missing for three days which made his siblings angry and Hayley worried as their only lead was Celeste who was missing also leaving them to tear up the city looking for the oldest Mikaelson.

Elijah felt a annoying tug in his chest again but it was stronger than before and as much as he wanted to go find where the tug would lead. But Elijah had been taken no thanks to Celeste who tricked the Original with a kiss and when he woke. The vampire found hisself chained up and from what he could learn during captivity was that Celeste had handed him over to demons something the Original hadn't ran into in centuries.

"Stupid, son of a bitch!" Elijah perk his head up hearing a voice shout then a scream as dead body came crashing though the door then saw the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Elijah watched her fall down with the body as the urge to be near her climbed. The tugging in his chest stopped as a growl rip though his chest seeing her get attacked by two demons but was in awe when she killed them with ease.

"Well shit....they have a vampire." She said as Elijah looked her over seeing her hair up in a messy bun dressed in just a white tank top and lacy boy shorts and couldn't help rake his eyes over her smooth legs hungrily. Elijah licked his bottom lip as he never had been so attracted to one woman before.

"I'm Elijah, may I have the pleasure of knowing my beautiful savior's name?" Elijah asked smirking hearing her heart skip a beat as her cheeks flushed.

"Smooth there buddy. Y/N Winchester, I'm surprised that demons managed to get an Original." Y/N said freeing one of his arms squealing gripping onto his bloody shirt when Elijah warped an arm around her. Elijah pulled her up against his body as he brushed his nose along her neck the urge to drink from her was strong. The beast behind his red door growled at him to claim Y/N Winchester as a mate.

"Woah there.....big guy...." Y/N trailed off looking as Elijah getting lost in his mocha eyes as Elijah got lost in her dark green eyes. Y/N noticed how close she gotten to the Original as Elijah leaned in. Y/N pushed him away even though she wanted to kiss him didn't know him well but she didn't have to think about it. Elijah took matters into his own hands by kissing her.

A sigh came from Y/n as he freed his other arm and Y/N pressed to against Elijah as suddenly Y/N found herself up against a wall as Elijah deepen the kiss. Y/N panted as Elijah kissed along her neck wapping her legs around his waist.

"Wait....wait." Y/N breathed out pulling Elijah away from her neck as his heated stare threaten to swallow her whole. She managed to get away putting some space between them.

"Look big guy. You are hot like really hot but I know you are hungry. We are not about fuck in some catacombs." Y/N said as Elijah smirked hearing her heart race as he stepped to her.

"Here if you really need the blood." Y/N said holding up her wrist to Elijah only for the vampire to pull her close. Elijah ran his nose along her neck before sinking his fangs into her neck pulling a softly moan from her when he pressed his thigh between her legs.

"Here, let me heal you." Elijah whispered after pulling away biting his wrist holding it up to her mouth. Elijah frowned seeing the bite scared over not healing then missed her body heat when she walked over to a dead demon pulling out the blade twirling it.

"Now I get why the idiots took me but why you?" Y/N asked peeking out of the room then walking out as Elijah followed after her. Elijah couldn't help but looked at her ass and quickly stopped when she did hearing two demons.

"You know they call him the noble one for a reason, right? He isn't just going to sleep with the huntress."

"Which is why when the witch gets here, we'll have her put another spell on the vampire and unleash on the Winchester. Then the child is ours." The other demon says with a smirk. Y/N frowned thinking over what the demon said while Elijah pressed closer to Y/N growling.

"What the Archangel?"

"As long the sigils st...." the demon was cut off by Y/N stabbing him thought the back then with elegance and with ease took down the other demon when he tried attacking the huntress. Elijah was impressed as he stepped into the room watching her.

"Tell me what you know or you're going back to Hell." Y/N growled pressing the blade under the demon's chin as she sat on him.

"We cracked the prophecy. Used a witch to find the vampire, exploit the bond between you two, have you bare the child and use it for the war after killing you."

"I see." Y/N mutter twirling the blade stabbing the demon killing him as he screamed and she stood up taking his pants and slipping them on. Elijah walked over trailing his fingers down her bare arm finding it hard to be away from her.

"Hear anyone else?" Y/N asked Elijah as he leaned down nuzzling her neck wanting to bite her again as his way of claiming that the huntress was his.

"No just the two of us."

"Okay stop that." Y/N said pushing Elijah's face away as he chuckled following her to the table the demons were at before they came in.

"Who is Celeste?" Y/N asked out loud not expecting Elijah to appear by her side pressing closer to her.

"An ex lover of mine that is their witch. It seems Celeste had trapped us here until morning." Elijah answered resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I have a question, little huntress. What is this prophecy?" Elijah asked his hand resting on her hip as Y/N sighed recalling the prophecy.

"It is said a child conceived between old noble blood and a warrior that had been between Heaven and Hell shall be all powerful." Y/N answered Elijah reaching for a paper that caught her eye.

Elijah thought over the prophecy and looked at the paper that caught her attention watching her read it over.

"A old Lycan mating ritual? I think I know the bond that ties us together is....but this only works is both souls match."

"Lycan mating ritual?"

"Found out about it on a hunt. An Alpha Lycan tried to mate me but like I said only works if the souls match." Y/N said looking at Elijah who surprised her by picking her up sitting her on the table.

"Mine." Elijah growled burying his face in Y/N's neck pulling her close as she sighed knowing it be a long night.

[write-ur-wrongs]

Nature’s Nurturing Ways

Hi y’all! This pandemic has really taken the wind out of my sails these past few weeks (maybe months? Time is completely untraceable right now). This piece is born out of a lovely anon’s request, bolded below. As always, I haven’t proofread this mess, so please forgive the typos! I’ll do my best to correct them post-publishing. I seriously can’t thank you enough for taking the time to send me your ideas, and I promise I’ll get better at writing actual drabbles LOL. I hope you enjoy :) 

Hii can you write something abt Geralt being w a plant-based reader where she loves animals and nature? Tysm

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Geralt and Jaskier had been travelling for hours when the beating sun finally wore them down. There hadn’t been a breeze in days and the hot, stale air was starting to suffocate the uncharacteristically quiet bard, who wouldn’t dare compete with the surrounding cicada’s symphony.

“Geralt,” he rasped, “do you hear any running water? Drips or gurgles? I’ll take anything.”

“Jask, it hasn’t rained in days and it’s hotter than the depths of hell,” the Witcher sighed before continuing, “I said no yesterday, the answer is the same today.”

“Euughh!” Jaskier threw his head back in despair before hanging his head in exhaustion. “Geralt, I don’t want to be dramatic -,”

“Ha!” Geralt twisted in his saddle to look back at his friend with a quirked brow.

“- but I will fall off this horse and die of exposure if we don’t find water soon.”

Shaking his head, Geralt knew that despite the bard’s tendency to embellish, the situation was getting dire. They’d traveled this way dozens of times before and had always relied on the steady creek that ran alongside the trail for water. The region wasn’t known for dry spells and while Geralt was sure he could manage either way, his companion on the trail was not so durable.

They wouldn’t arrive at their destination for another three or four hours, at his level of dehydration and with probable heat exhaustion, Jaskier might not have that much time.

With another gruff sigh, Geralt pulled back on Roach’s reins and redirected her off the road and into the forest, turning back to ensure Jaskier’s horse would follow.

Geralt knew that there was a small clearing off the road where the thick leaves from the old trees made a lush, and shaded, canopy. He’d been there before a handful of times. It’s where he shared a tender first kiss, where he’d laid his head on Y/N’s chest before falling asleep feeling the cool, lush, grass cradling his large frame. It’s where he first said I love you.

Shaking his head slightly to pull himself from his memories, he dismounted and grabbed both sets of reins, leading the horses into farther the clearing. Once they’d reached the middle of the small field, Geralt released Roach’s lead and gave her a neck a scratch before leaving her to graze.

“Come on Jaskier,” he said, reaching into the gelding’s saddle bag for some food, “get off your horse and lay down in the grass.”

The bard fell out of his saddle with a thud while Geralt continue to root around the bag, huffing as he kept coming up empty.

“Did you eat the last of the cheese?”

“Mmpft,” Jaskier replied incoherently, face down in the grass.

“Hey –”

“Oi! You kicked me!”

“Where is the food? We had bread, cheese, and meat left over last night. Did you fucking eat it all?”

“No, you oaf,” he said, rolling over onto his back, “we ate the rest of it this morning.”

“Fuck!” Geralt cursed under his breath, pulling his hair up off his neck to cool off. He could barely remember what they’d done earlier that day. The heat had been unbearable all evening, and the rising sun only made it worse.  

“Don’t worry about it Geralt! No need to apologize for accusing me so harshly.” Jaskier said, words dripping in sarcasm.

Geralt merely looked down at the bard with disdain and rolled his eyes, refusing to admit the sun might be affecting him too.

“Shut up and take off your shirt –”

“Oh-ho!” he laughed weakly, wiggling his eye brows at the witcher. No matter how beaten and battered the bard may be, he’d never miss an opportunity to tease Geralt.

“No, Gods! Fuck,” Geralt went on, flustered, “the grass will cool you down a hell of a lot faster if you’re in direct contact. And besides, Y/N will kill me if I let you die of exposure.”

“Always so serious, eh Geralt?” Jaskier chided playfully, pulling off his tunic before laying back down onto the grass, “Oh-ho-ho-ohhhh yes… Sweet merciful goddess of all that is good, this feels amazing! Yes, yes, yes!”

While he was sure the bard was still mumbling gratefully, and disgustingly, at the feeling of the cool grass against his skin, Geralt’s mind was elsewhere. Somewhere in this clearing, wild heliotropes had bloomed and the sweet, almondine scent was pulling him into a memory.

“Geralt! Witchers use herbs, mushrooms, and flowers in all kinds of magic,” you said, your hands resting high on your hips, “I find it incredibly hard to believe that in all your years and extensive travels, you’d never learned to forage?”

“All my years, eh?” he’d replied, cat-like eyes gleaming back at you.

“Well of course,” you teased, “I mean, unless you mean to tell me that silver head of hair is a choice born out of vanity?”

“I’m going to make you pay for that later, Y/N.” He laughed, taken aback and a little impressed that you felt so comfortable with his mutations as to mock him playfully.

“Ha! Me and what coin?” you reply with a light laugh, bending over to collect the generous mushrooms growing through the bed of leaves and needles.

Geralt turned his head towards you to hit you with a winning comeback, but found himself lost for words when his eyes failed to meet yours.

You get up slowly, peering over your shoulder to find your witcher’s eyes on your backside. Smirking to yourself and quirking a brow flirtatiously, you toss a handful of dirt and wet leaves his way, hitting the poor soul right in the chest.

“Distracted, Geralt?” you said, tossing your hair over your shoulder as you straightened up.

Geralt swallowed thickly, desperately trying to string together at least a couple words – witty at best, coherent at least – when he heard a twig snap in the surrounding forest.

Quick as a flash, he drew his sword and his attention towards the source of the disturbance, a large boar. Chest already swelling with pride at the thought of providing you with a hearty meal, Geralt prepared his attack on the creature before him.

Seeing that the “threat” in question was nothing but a passing porcine, you dove before him with a shout, dropping the mushrooms on the way. Your scream coupled with your sudden movement startled the beast, and it dove deeper into the brush to escape.

“Geralt, no!”

“Damn it, Y/N,” he swore, “I could’ve had it! We could have had a decent meal! We – we would have been set for days!”

“No, Geralt! We have food, right here in this clearing. We needn’t take lives from the forest to eat.”

“Gods, Y/N,” he sighed, dropping his sword to the ground in frustration, “do I need to remind you of the cycle of life? Creatures live, they die, and they get eaten so others can live –”

“Yes, and by leaving that gentle giant to its ruminations, we’ve allowed it to go on, to feed its young, or hell! By leaving that boar to live, we might have secured a lifeline for a fellow wolf or fox. Geralt look around you; mushrooms, flowers, these thick leaves, those berries? You see that tree there? At its roots there are nuts, and over there? Those flowers? Means there is garlic. The forest will feed us with ease if we simply care to drop our weapons, and look.”

Geralt looked at you and with soft eyes, he took in the way your eyes burned with passion, the way your chest rose and fell with every energized breath. He looked around you and really looked at the plants around him, beyond scanning for any toxic or dangerous herbs, he did his best to see the forest through your bright eyes.

Looking at you he felt his chest swell once more, but this time the feeling was warm, grounding.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said quietly, pulling you into his arms, “so, so much.”

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. You knew he loved you. You had known for months, but you’d made peace with the fact that he loved you however he could, and that that would have to be enough, even if it meant you wouldn’t hear him say it.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet dove,” you murmured, reaching up to lay a soft kiss on his forehead, “I love you too.”

Geralt was wrenched from his thoughts by a swift kick to his shin, courtesy of the bard.

“Shhht!! Geralt!” Jaskier shout-whispered, still kicking at the witcher’s shins. “A deer! A d- dinner! Food! Geralt!”

Side-stepping out of the bard’s frantic little kicks, Geralt looked around him in a quick movement, spotting the deer with his hand primed above his sword’s hilt.

The world seemed to go quiet and still when his eyes met the doe’s. Despite himself, he could hear your voice in his head telling him that she’s a young, vibrant member of this forest’s population. That at her age, she’s likely a first-time mom or about to be. That she has more life to live and more to give to the land than be a poor man’s meal.

Jaskier watched in hungry-horror as Geralt waved his large hand at the creature, turning his back to it before looking down to meet his shell-shocked gaze.

“What the fuck, Geralt!” he spat, “what happened to “Y/N would kill me if I let Jaskier die”? What the fuck! That was food! Survival!”

“You’ll be fine Jask, shut up and lay in your grass.”

“As long as you don’t make me eat it.” He grumbled, not quietly enough.

A laugh rumbled through him as he walked towards to forest line, spotting thick dandelion leaves, mushrooms, and bushes ripe with nuts. He might not necessarily need to feed Jaskier the grass beneath his feet, but he was going to make him eat his words.

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“There you are my intrepid explorers!” You damn near squealed at the sight of them, dropping your basket of recently-purchased produce as you ran towards them.

At the sight of you, Geralt dismounts and runs to meet you in a tight embrace. You hold each other tightly, breathing in each other’s scent; his cedar, damp earth, and cut grass, and yours sweet almond.

You pull back just enough to look him over quickly and, spotting no fresh injury or new scars, pull your brows together curiously.

“Did you get lost?”

“Not at all,” replied Jaskier, clapping Geralt on the shoulder, “You’d be impressed, madam Y/N! Our dear witcher made quite the feast. Pulled me right out of the greedy jaws of death, he did!”

“Oh?” You said, brows furrowed in a silent question. Knowing what you meant, Geralt shook his head and kissed your temple to reassure you.

“Picture me this, Y/N,” Jaskier mused as he untacked his gelding, “I’m wilting away, inches from Death’s grip, and Geralt sweeps me under a lush canopy of trees and lays me in the grass…”

“Lays him in the grass? Should I be jealous?” you whispered.

“Never my love,” he replied softly, his forehead against yours.

“… then our honorable friend bid the deer a fond farewell, letting him get away! Yes, Y/N, there I lay, starving, thinking the sun must have cooked the sense right out of him when he marches out of sight only to emerge moments later with a bounty!”

“A bounty?” you mock-gasp, egging the bard on to Geralt’s great displeasure.

“Yes! We ate like kings in that forest, Y/N. All we did was eat but I felt hydrated and renewed! Truly a culinary delight.”

“A delight, Geralt!” you giggled, giving his waist a squeeze.

“Gods, won’t he ever shut up?” he grumbled, ghost of a blush creeping up his collar.

“Oh hush, my love,” you cooed, “without Jask’s bragging, I’d have never known what a big softy you’ve become.”

Wordlessly, Geralt looked down at you in mock-contempt, unsure that this wasn’t a veiled insult. He was instantly reassured though, when his eyes met yours.

“You left the deer.”

“I did.”

“And you foraged, found just what you needed.” You spoke softly, admiration and love rounding your features out beautifully.

“That’s right.”

“Now where did you pick up skills like that, my dove?” You chanced another tease, twirling a lock of his white, dust-packed hair around a finger before giving it a light tug, your head cocked to the side.

“Oh, I had an exceptional teacher…” he said, wrapping an arm tightly around your waist and bringing his other hand up to cup your face, pulling into a deep kiss.

[writing-dead-clovers]

The Good Monster (Monster AU!Philza x child!GN!Reader)

Mentions of cannibalism, cults, and kidnapping. Mentions of blood and cutting (breifly). If this triggers or bothers you, please feel free to ignore this story.

Phil sighed as he watched his three sons arguing. "Would you three stop arguing for five minutes?" He barked at them. The trio immediately shut up, due to Phil never really snapping at them. "Go do your jobs for fuck's sake." The boys looked at each other before leaving quickly, Techno being the last to leave, practically shoving his brothers out. He couldn't really blame his oldest for the behavior, as he knew when his father had enough of the childishness. Phil glanced at the file that was labeled important. The blonde contemplated on just handing the file over to Puffy instead of keeping it. One of the Baby class monsters had made a report on what they thought was an endangered child. He really should be handing Puffy the file at that moment, the sheep monster had already put in for any endangered kids to rescue them. Most monsters didn't know the truth about the Fear Factory, though it gave jobs to thousands of monsters and fueled the Monster Realm, was actually built to rescue lost souls. It gave chances to monsters to have a normal life and to bring those they connect to, to where they belonged. Almost every monster here had a human rescue license, save for the teens and apprentices, who were far too young to have them.

Phil sighed before opening the file, his curiosity getting the best of him. Big innocent e/c eyes stared up at him and he knew immediately that he fucked up. Sighing, the male got up and made his way to the fear floor.

Puffy was quick to get to him, her eyes big and hopeful. Her boys had grown up and she wanted desperately to be a mother again. Phil sighed before shaking his head at her. Puffy gave him a knowing smile and put her hand on his shoulder. "Bring them home Phil. And I better be this one's godmother." The blonde chuckled at her. "I will Puffy. Thank you." Phil said softly. "Where are they at?" Puffy asked as she walked with him. "The same center I found Wilbur at, the one you ended up getting Foolish from." Puffy winced. "How old are they?" "Five." Puffy immediately started cooing. "Can I see the file?" Phil hesitated, but handed her the file as they stopped at his station. "Y/n, no known last name, age 5. Found abandoned on the steps of Silent Angels shelter at the age of 2 years old. What hell is wrong with these damn humans?" Puffy huffed. "And look at them, they're so freaking cute! I'm jealous, Phil." The blonde chuckled, his wings readjusting as he got ready. "So, do the boys know about this?" "Nope." Phil stated, setting his hat down. "You really should let them know before you just bring a new child into their lives." "The only one who still lives with me is Tommy. Wilbur has his own kid, and Techno, I have no idea what the fuck he's doing." Phil stated. Puffy smacked him with the folder. "Don't cuss! You don't want this baby repeating that. You have no idea how long it took me to teach Foolish that all the words Dream taught him were bad." "I remember that, you were so mad at him because he was saying fuck before he said mom." "It took almost three years to teach him that it was bad." The sheep sighed, earning a laugh from the winged male. "Good luck though, Phil." "Thank you Puffy." The woman nodded before turning to go to her station. Phil worked quick, putting the necessary information in. The second he was done, he made sure he had everything needed before entering the human realm.

He peeked in as he stepped through a door, a single room with a small bed in the corner. He rolled his eyes at the Christian cross on the wall, knowing damn well that this 'Christian orphanage' was actually a cannibalistic cult. Phil made quick, silent steps to the bed where the child rested. The winged male gently took the child's hand and carefully cut it to make a blood pact. He cut his own hand and finished the pact, taking the time to study his new child. H/c locks against s/c flesh, and wide, innocent e/c eyes.

Wait a minute.

Phil looked back at them and carefully bandaged their hand. "Hello little one." They waved at him. He smiled, bandaging his own hand. His head turned to the door, hearing footsteps down the hall. Phil was quick to take the child in his arms and rush to the closet. "Stop." The blonde flinched, stopping in his tracks. He turned and came face to face with one of the cult members. She gasped in horror at him. "You stay back." He warned her, pressing the child's face into his shoulder. "Leave the child, you foul beast." The woman hissed at him. He gave her a challenging look. "Are you going to take them from me? Because I would love to see you try." Phil challenged, glaring at her. "God will save this child from you, you foul monster." "Oh sweet, merciful Satan." The male sighed, rubbing his temple. "Your God was a crazed lunatic, who your cult claims that he ordered them to devour children. Almost all the children that were 'left here' were kidnapped from their families." Phil snapped at the woman. "I will not hesitate to show you to God." His wings spread out as he glared at her. "Leave." The woman was quick to leave the room, screaming about a 'false angel of sin' stealing a child. Phil closed his wings back up before opening the closet door. "Are you gonna hurt me?" The child asked meekly. "I would never, my dear little dove. I'm taking you to be apart of my family. You'll love your big brothers, just as much as they'll love you." Phil said, shifting the child so that they were on his hip. "Let's go home, dove." The male opened the door and went back to the monster realm.

He glances up, seeing Puffy with his three sons. "Boys, meet your new sibling Y/n." Techno rolled his eyes, acting like he didn't care. Phil knew better, he knew the glint in his son's eyes, Techno had already decided that this one was definitely going to be his favorite sibling. Wilbur was floating around, making faces at his new sibling to make the five year old laugh. Tommy glared at the youngest child, clearly already jealous. "Tommy, come hold Y/n." "No way!" Phil raised a brow before whispering into the child's ear. "Call him Tomtom, and reach for him." The child nodded and reached for the young blonde. "Tomtom." The teen almost immediately melted before taking the child. They grinned up at him and hugged him. "You're alright, I guess."

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Succession Chapter 2

Here is Chapter 2!  I hope y'all like it!

Title: Succession Chapter 2

Characters: female reader, Karl Heisenberg, Salvatore Moreau, lycans, mentions of OC

Rating: PG-13 for images of gore, scenes of terror, possible kidnapping trigger warnings

Summary: You discover a long lost relative from Moldova has died and you are his sole beneficiary.  You are on board a plane to collect your inheritance when your plane crashes in a village in Romania.

Author’s Notes: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

It’s unusual how your senses come back to you when you regain consciousness after a trauma.  You couldn’t see at first or maybe it was that your hearing arrived before you opened your eyes.  It felt as if a pair of sound cancelling headphones were slowly pulled from your ears.  Then followed your sense of touch.  Blistering cold hit your skin and seemed to seep in and nestle into your bones.  It felt sharp and painful against your cheek as if someone were drawing a scalpel across your flesh.  Pain surged to the forefront and with that, you finally opened your eyes.

It was dark inside the cabin of the plane, the only light being the natural light shining through the damage to the hull.  The window next to you was shattered and you felt cuts along your arm.  The seatbelt had you secured to your seat and it was cutting into your stomach, adding to the all-over pain in your body.  The air mask was still secure over your mouth.  Lifting your hand shakily to remove the mask, you took in your surroundings.

The wind whipping outside the plane was the only thing you could hear.  You listened for the voices of any passengers, whether they be whispers, cries, or shouts for help.  It was as quiet as a tomb.

“Br-Bruce?” you whispered, looking towards his seat.  The darkened plane made you strain your eyes in order to see him.  His body was slumped away from you, his bottom half held still by his seat belt.  You slowly reached for him and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards you.  His body slid against his seat before slumping towards you.  His eyes were open.  The air mask was over his mouth.  You pulled the mask from his head to see if he was breathing.  His mouth hung open.  He was dead.

“Oh god…” you whimpered, your body beginning to shake.  He was the only person you knew on this flight.  You didn’t know what to do or who to call out for.  “Hello?” you croaked as you lifted your head to look over the seat before you.  Your throat was scratchy and sore from the cold air.  “Can anyone hear me?  Help!!”  You were met with silence.  

Surely someone had to be alive.  You couldn’t be the sole survivor in this crash.  Reaching down for the clasp of the seatbelt, you pressed the button and released yourself.  You took one last look at Bruce’s lifeless body as you crawled over him and into the aisle.  “I’m sorry,” you whispered to him, running your hand over the top of his head.

The plane was a mangled mess, suitcases and bags strewn everywhere from the impact.  Bodies were in the aisle and tossed across seats and hanging over the armrests.  “Is anyone alive?” you asked in a raised voice.

You stepped over bodies and suitcases, holding on to the seats on either side of you.  The wind from outside blew into the cabin, blowing your hair around your face.  You were freezing and quaking from the cold.  The clothing you were wearing was not enough to keep you warm.  Thankfully, you remembered the flight attendants taking coats at the beginning of the flight and placing them in a small closet towards the front of the plane.  Finding the closet, you pried it open, finding the heaviest coat inside, and put it on.

Making your way towards an area that had been split open from the crash, you continued looking around for survivors.  You listened closely for any voices, hoping and praying that someone else had survived.

Panic began to set in once you exited the plane.  Snow coated the ground.  Trees stood gangly and devoid of leaves.  The clouds above were thick and vast, hiding any trace of sunlight.  You looked around for houses or buildings...for any signs of life.

You trudged around the debris, searching for a path or road that could lead to civilization.  The village that you had seen from the plane couldn’t be far from where the plane had crashed.  Maybe you could knock on doors and use someone’s phone to call for help.  Or the black box...every plane had a black box.  Surely someone had been notified that the plane went down or where it disappeared from radar.

You continued walking around the plane, looking high and low for anything.  The snow crushed under your shoes.  You slipped and fell a few times from icy patches under the snow.  Pulling the coat tighter around you, you shoved your hands into the pockets, rubbing your body to keep them warm.

As you were coming back around to where you had exited the plane, a noise came from inside.  Suitcases rustled and fell over and you heard an audible grunt. Oh thank god, you thought, someone is alive!  Perhaps someone finally regained consciousness and is trying to get out and get help.  You ran around the plane and peered inside.

A man was hunched over a body, his clothing tattered and torn.  He was pressing on the person’s chest, shaking the body, perhaps trying to perform CPR.

“Hey!” you called out to the man, your voice filled with hope and relief that you were not the only person that survived.  The man stopped and slowly turned towards you.  

What looked back at you was not the face of a survivor...or that of a human being.  Tousled hair laid in a tangled heap on its head.  The lips pulled back showing a row of jagged teeth.  The eyes were devoid of anything that could be described as a soul.  You listened as a low growl slipped from its mouth.  Its mouth and hands were covered in blood and only then did it dawn on you that it was not performing CPR...it was feasting on the body.

“What the fuck?!?” you yelped, falling backwards in the snow.  You scrambled away as the thing crawled from inside of the plane, advancing towards you.  It let out a loud bark and a snarl, its eyes absolutely feral.

You jumped to your feet, turning to retreat and let out a loud scream.  Two other things just like the one behind you blocked your escape.  They were equally as terrifying...eyes, claws, fangs, and tattered clothing.  What the hell were they??

You broke off to your right and ran towards the trees, hoping to lose them in the forest.  A loud howl sounded from one of them and the other two snarled deep in their throats.  Your heart was hammering in your chest as you ran as fast as your legs could take you.  Adrenaline pumped throughout your body.  You did not risk looking behind you for fear that it would hinder your escape.  

The sound of their feet running in the sloshy snow began to increase and you knew they were getting closer.  Oh god, oh god, they’re gonna kill me!

You saw a flash of something from the corner of your eye before feeling a large form shove into you and send you flying into a hill of snow.  Rolling onto your back, you looked as a fourth monster stood before you, drool dripping from its teeth.  It wrapped its hand around the tree next to it and stared you down.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!!” you yelled.  The other three that had been chasing you joined up with the fourth and you knew that you were no match for all of them.  Your heart beat wildly and you were frozen with fear, not knowing when they were going to pounce.  One of them lunged forward, its hand gripping your ankle.  As it leered over you, it let out a howl...and you screamed.

“Stop!” a voice sounded from behind the beasts.  All four creatures stopped and turned towards the voice, standing straight and obedient.  They parted and allowed the person to approach.

Person...the thing that approached you was not a person, but also was not like the feral animals that had been chasing you.  Your eyes went wide and your mouth dropped open as a hunchbacked figure started hobbling towards you and the creatures.  A large black cloak covered its body.  As it came closer, you noticed long, thin arms...a humped back with a rippled form...and thin legs that ambled slowly towards you.  The creatures watched the thing walk past them and closer to you.  The face was grotesque, jagged teeth sticking out from under gray lips.  The skin was pale and appeared sickly.  An intense odor of fish and sweat formed around it.  You had to breathe through your mouth to keep from gagging.

“Are y-you okay?” the thing asked, hobbling closer to you.  Panic and adrenaline still surged in your body and you crawled backwards to keep distance between the two of you.  He noticed and stopped, slowly lifting his hands in front of him.  “Don’t be sc-scared,” the thing stammered, “I won’t hu-hurt you.  And the lycans...won’t hurt...you ei-either.”

You looked back at the four monsters that stood behind the hunchback.  They stood still, snarling and breathing heavily.  The wind rustled the hair on their heads.  The thing before you took another step forward and held out his hand.  “My name...is...Salvatore Moreau,” he said, beckoning you to take his hand.  

You stood on your own, falling backwards a few steps in order to keep your distance.  Moreau whimpered and bent forward, taking a step back in order to respect your boundaries.  “I won’t touch...you...I don’t...w-want you to be...afraid of m-me…”  

His words made you lessen your defenses a bit.  He looked like a monster just like the wolf-like creatures behind him, but none of them advanced on you or tried to harm you.  You finally found your voice.

“I was in a plane crash,” you murmured, unsure of what to do next, “I don’t think anyone else is alive…”

Moreau looked back towards the wreckage and then over at the things behind him.  Upon seeing one of them covered in fresh blood, he turned back towards you.  “My lycans...sm-smelled fresh blood...they always run...towards...fre-fresh blood…”

You winced at the man’s deformed figure and his stuttered ramblings.  Who were these things?  Where the fuck were you?

“Can you help me?” you asked warily, taking a step towards him, “is there a phone? Can we call for help?”

Moreau bent forward in a coughing fit and retched.  Green vomit gushed from his mouth and into the white snow.  Steam rose from the vomit and you couldn’t stop yourself from gagging and putting your hand over your mouth.  He heaved a few more times before looking back at you.  “I’m sorry,” he apologized, “the fish...and my body...they don’t get a-along…”

What the fuck is going on, you thought.  Was this an area that had fallen victim to radiation or poisoning in the water system?  You tried to calculate in your mind how far away you were from Chernobyl...maybe what was going on here was similar to what went on there all those years ago.

“The only...ph-phone is at Alcina’s castle…” Moreau continued.  

The castle?!  The castle that you saw from overhead?!  This was perfect! Maybe you could call for help and find your way to the embassy in this country and let them know that you were on a plane to Moldova.  Surely the airline will wonder why their plane did not touch down at its destination and come looking for survivors.

“Can you take me to the castle, Mr. Moreau?” you asked, the first ounce of hope shining through.

“What the fuck is going on over here?!?!?!”

A gruff voice sounded from behind the lycans and all of you turned towards the sound.  You watched as a man trudged through the snow, making his way over to the motley crew.  He wore a black wide brimmed hat and a long brown trench coat with a tan shirt and brown pants underneath.  A massive hammer sat across his shoulder with one hand gripping the long handle.  The man’s gaze went from each lycan to Moreau...and finally resting on you.

“Well...who do we have here?” the man asked, pushing his way past Moreau.  Upon closer inspection you saw that the man wore a pair of rounded lens sunglasses.  You heard the clang of metal hanging around his neck as he moved closer.  An amused smile spread across his mouth.  You cleared your throat audibly.

“My name is Y/N and I was on the plane that crashed a few yards that way,” you murmured, pointing back towards the wreckage.  Despite not being able to see his eyes from behind his sunglasses, you could feel his gaze.  It was piercing, searching...as if he could see deep inside of you.  It was equal parts unnerving and exhilarating, although you couldn’t pinpoint exactly why.

“Is that so?” the man asked, swinging his hammer around and setting it down in the snow.  He stepped in front of you, holding out his hand.  You kept your gaze on his face as you placed your hand in his.  “My name is Karl Heisenberg,” he greeted, lifting your hand and pressing a kiss on the back of it.  You shivered at his kiss,  not knowing what came over you.  It felt as if electrical charges flowed from his lips and down your skin, making your flesh erupt in goose bumps.

“Poor little pussycat,” Heisenberg remarked, looking you up and down, “the wreckage looks unbelievable.  You must be positively traumatized…”

You nodded your head and lowered your hand back to your side.  A gust of wind shook you to your core and you tightened the coat around yourself.  “Umm...yes...Mr. Moreau here was telling me that there was a phone nearby...we could call for help…”

Heisenberg slowly turned his gaze back towards Moreau.  You looked past him and saw that the deformed man cowered under Heisenberg’s gaze, taking a step backwards as if contemplating fleeing.  Heisenberg turned back to you and flashed you a reassuring smile.

“Of course, my dear,” Heisenberg said, reaching to pick up his hammer, “come with me and we will surely find aid and assistance in the village…”

“We could ask Mother…” Moreau began, taking a step towards you and Heisenberg.

“Shut up, you freak!” Heisenberg snapped at Moreau.  Your jaw dropped as you looked between the two men.  Moreau bowed his head and retreated a few steps.  You felt sorry for the poor man as you looked up at Karl Heisenberg and started to feel disdain for the man.  Moreau was about to offer advice and was met with hostility.  The poor man was not pleasant to look at, sure, but from what you could tell, he was harmless and seemed sincere and ready to help.  You would sooner ask for Moreau’s help than Heisenberg’s help at that point.

“Thank you, Mr. Heisenberg,” you began, “but Moreau was telling me of a phone in a castle not far from here that I could use…”  But as you were about to continue, Heisenberg held his hand up to silence you.

“Forgive me for my brash tone,” Heisenberg interrupted, “but my brother here does not know what he is talking about.  Please, if you would accompany me to my factory, I have a working telephone there that you can use…”

You felt a growing sliver of fear in the pit of your stomach.  The man before you was charismatic and confident, but there was something off about him.

“I think I’ll follow Moreau…” you murmured, moving around Heisenberg to go to Moreau.  A sudden movement and Heisenberg’s gloved hand wrapped around your arm, stopping your retreat.

“Oh, no, ma’am...I insist you come with me…” Heisenberg growled.

You tried to pull your arm from his grasp, but his fingers only tightened.  His grip began to hurt.  “Let go of me,” you said, trying to pull away.  He jerked your body closer to him as he looked down into your frightened face.

“There is no use arguing or putting up a fight, pussycat,” Heisenberg leered, “you’re coming with me…”  And with that, he released your arm and swiftly wrapped his arm around your waist, hauling you against him, and walked back from where he came.

“MOREAU!” you screamed as Heisenberg marched away with you in tow.  Heisenberg turned towards the man and shot him a murderous glare.  “You keep your mouth shut about this…” he spat at Moreau, “...not a fucking word or I’ll kill you…”  The hunchback only nodded and bowed his head.

“STOP!  LET GO!!  MOREAU!” you shouted, wriggling against Heisenberg’s grip on your waist.  The feeble man only stood there helpless, looking down at the snow.  His lycans began their retreat, disappearing into the forest.

“I’m sorry,” you heard Moreau whimper as Heisenberg dragged you off.