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chere-indolente · 2 years ago

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Newlyn Fisher Clothing Set

I come to you today with this little historical seaside fashion interlude (before going back to work on more 1880′s sets). This set includes cable knit sweaters in high and low waisted, and variations on traditional fishermen smocks. More pics and download below

This set is partly inspired by the works of the school of Newlyn, a group of painters known to have depicted the surrounding of Newlyn, a Cornish coastal town, and its many fishermen in the 1880′s to 1900′s. And here is the painting that I referenced in the promo picture.

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This is the sweater from the Werewolf pack without the little laced up strings on the shoulders (why do you always add these unnecessary details EA ? 😅). I’ve made a short version (S) for my high waisted needs and a long (L) version, for both masc and fem frames, as well as both adult and children.

Cableknit sweaters originated from Ireland, in the Aran Islands, though other types of knitted jumpers called gansey already existed in the British, Irish and Channel isles. They were created between the 1890′s and 1900′s. They were initially knitted with unwashed and undied wool. Both the natural lanolin from the virgin wool and the knitted patterns made for water resistant sweaters and as such : good alternatives to the previously used ganseys made of oiled wool died with indigo.

These Aran sweaters slowly became some fashionable sportswear item during the 20′s and 30′s, and later reached its peak popularity in the 50s’ and 60′s worn by the likes of Grace Kelly and Steve McQueen.

40 solid swatches

for adults and children

2 lenghts : S & L

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Vareuses are a style of fishermen smocks with a V neck. This style was typical of Brittany fishermen though I have seen depiction of Norwegian fishermen for example sporting this style of smocks on 1880s paintings too. While I couldn’t find substancial informations on their origins and date of appereance, vareuses seem to have been used at least as far as mid 19th century and were still worn as work wear up til the mid 20th.

It is said that traditionally fishers wore different colors depending on their fishing style : yellow ones for those shellfish picking, rust colored ones for those using fish traps, red ones for oyster farmers and blue ones for those fishing in the open seas.

Fishermen smocks were oiled to be water repellant and worn on top of clothes and knitted garments to protect them from water and keep them relatively clean.

On this 1st version of the vareuse I’ve not put any clothing “underneath” to allow for warm weather and for combinations with accessory shirts or turtlenecks.

33 solid swatches

for adults and children

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This 2nd version of a vareuse include a cableknit jumper sticking out of the V neck collar. The set also includes an overlay to pick the color of said cableknit jumper.

33 solid swatches

39 solid swatches on the cableknit overlay (located in the right wrist section)

for all ages

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Similarly to the vareuse, the crewneck is a style of fishermen smocks. This style is traditionally associated with Cornwall, in the north west of England. Cornish crewneck smocks were used similarly to vareuses.

33 solid swatches

for all ages

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flygefisk · 14 days ago

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some recent comms for @seaside-werewolf @snekatiemainy & @terra-tortoise ! thanks for your support!

my commissions are still open til the end of the month!!

#flight rising #mlp #my little pony #furry

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ncitisims · 5 months ago

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🗯Builds in progress!!!

Nightclub: I've been working on this one since July. It's cyberpunk themed

Flower shop?? I threw this together in like 10 minutes to test out a download

Werewolf house: Started and stopped working on this a few hours ago cause I got bored 💀

Seaside supernatural home: I LOVE occult gameplay and I need somewhere to put my underwater sims. (This is my 1st time building a tropical home and uh... I'm just winging it tbh)

#ts2 #the sims 2 #ts2 build #the sims #ts2 screenshots

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ozzgin · 5 months ago

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ozz omg. ilysm. notifs from you light up my whole damn day all of the time every time (I have notifs turned on for your blog). your writing is so good and I love those little comics on ask posts

also. daos. just daos. like damn. he can get sum anytime.

also, may I be 🦈 anon?

I am very happy to be able to offer you some entertainment, anon. It is my pleasure. On that note, let us celebrate our newfound mutual affection through a vaguely romantic seaside photoshoot. Just two pals under the blue sky, eh?

Speaking of Daos, let me use this opportunity to reach out to the very enthusiastic anon(s) who sent me a rather large number of werewolf related asks: your questions have been seen and compiled in a Q&A draft. There is no need to re-send certain curiosities, they will be elaborated in a megapost today or tomorrow.

Wishing everyone a nice Sunday!

#personal #doodle #🦈 anon

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yandere-fics · 28 days ago

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♡ Someone Tries To Rescue You From Them ♡

(Lemme know if you have ideas for the kingdom and seaside versions of this.)

♡ You'd been with Miriel for awhile at that point and mostly it had been happy. She was a bit overwhelming at points with how she would cry if your attention wasn't on her for long enough but it could have been much worse for you so you never really felt like you needed to escape or get away from her. In fact life was better being with her than it was being without, while you did have to cater to her moods, she made a lot of money and you had a lot more privileges than you would have as just a normal mateless human in the city. That didn't stop others from seeing you as a poor soul that needed saving though. Most people didn't say it outright though, you'd only had a few people over the years who had told you they felt horrible for you. This one took it to a whole new extreme though. ♡

♡ You knew there were groups that tried to smuggle mates out of the city to little to no success, not that you would even want to leave the city, you were semi content living life with Miriel. Leaving just wasn't at all something you found yourself wanting or needing. The stranger had not been content with this answer though. You'd encountered them at the mall, Miri would have normally been with you but she had meetings all week and to make up for neglecting you she had allowed you to go out alone for once, probably the first time you had gone out alone since moving in with her and they were quick to come up to you. Perhaps they felt safe doing so because they'd seen your mate was an elf and knew she wouldn't smell them on you. Either way they came up and almost tried to drag you off, shushing you as you panicked and assuring you they were trying to be helpful. ♡

♡ It was very short lived though because as it turns out Miriel had borrowed the company security for the day and had sent them to tail you for your protection. Needless to say you wouldn't be going out without her ever again. ♡

♡ Your relationship with Eliza was new and so you hadn't even moved in with her yet much to her growing dismay so she was over at your place basically any time she wasn't at work trying to convince you that you needed to live with her which you politely turned down every single time that offer was made. Eliza was already overwhelming as it was and living with her was only going to strip you of the limited freedom you'd been left with since she had announced herself as your mate. You obviously couldn't put off this move forever, it would only be a matter of time before she would force you to live with her but for the time being you were content to put it off. That was how the group noticed you. it was rare for a human to deny their supernatural as much as you were so the obvious assumption was that you were someone who they should try to save even if your mate was a werewolf making it more dangerous if they were caught. ♡

♡ Despite not really wanting to move in with Elia though it didn't necessarily mean you wanted to escape her either though. Escaping was a dangerous decision that you couldn't make lightly, only a select few even managed to escape and those that failed were left with an angry aggressive mate determined to punish them to ensure they'd never try again. They were determined to get you to make that decision though leaving letter after letter in your mailbox, never at your doorstep, they couldn't risk the werewolf who visited daily finding out someone was leaving you letters or else she might try to find out what was actually written in the letters and then their entire operation would have been blown. You didn't really feel like you should tell Eliza about the letters though, even though it was annoying you, you didn't want them to get hurt when they were just doing what they felt was right. ♡

♡ Eliza wasn't stupid like they thought though. There was a large influx of letters that her puppy was receiving, she saw you grab your mail every day and it all came from the same source so eventually she opened the letters, exploding in rage when she did and demanding you move in with her. ♡

♡ The mate of the wolf goddess. A role everyone couldn't help but pity within the werewolf territories. You were practically a sacrificial lamb. No werewolf would dare take you from your mate even though they all felt bad for you. You being with her was a necessary evil due to the horrible reputation Selene had. So no, there was no one who was stupid enough to try and take you from the god who had single handedly wiped out the other werewolf gods during the great war. They would need a death wish if they wanted to even attempt such a thing. As it turned out though there was someone who had a death wish or perhaps they were just plain stupid and didn't realize the supernatural they saw with you was a literal god, either way one day someone did finally attempt. ♡

♡ Selene rarely left you alone, she was very clingy and demanded a lot of physical affection, the exception to this was when she went on her run. In human form she couldn't really smell when people were in her territory, only feeling the smallest bit of uncomfortability like something that wasn't supposed to be there was and in her wolf form the problem was honestly even worse. She had breathed in a lot of fumes from the war damaging her smell significantly so the person was actually able to sneak through the forest in order to get to you and try to convince you to go with them even as you struggled. Eventually they just decided the best course of action would be to toss you over their shoulder and try to bolt with you like that, assuming you were just too scared of the monster you were living with to think about this rationally. You on the other hand had been thinking about this rationally. You rightly knew this was entirely pointless because as soon as she finished her run she'd just hunt you in minutes. ♡

♡ Just as you had thought, as soon as Selene finished her run she was immediately distraught and angry not to find her mate waiting for her like you were supposed to before catching the faintest whiff of someone else being there though it was hard to pick up on, she immediately charged in your direction, catching you and mauling them in no time. ♡

♡ You behaved yourself very well for Kassien and you liked doing that, you didn't enjoy disobeying her. For one you got a lot of privileges for being her good girl and also she was sweet to you. You knew most wouldn't believe that considering demons were extremely aggressive but it was true. There was many perks that came with staying put and just listening to what your scary demon mate said. Running away was not an option you wanted or had even considered. You knew she'd just find you so even if you didn't like her it was pointless and best case scenario where you did somehow get away you would just be sad and miss her so no, there would be no attempts at getting away from you. ♡

♡ Others however seemed to see you as some sort of hostage which you couldn't entirely blame them for, most people mated to demons did not like it and usually tried for a very long time to escape their demon. Even those who said they were happy had been worn down into believing that after a long time so you couldn't get mad at them when they approached you one day on one of the outings you were given without Kassien that week. It had annoyed you somewhat though because you knew you were going to have to explain this to Kassien when you got back home because she would smell that they had grabbed your arm in order to get you to listen to them. You tried your best to shut the conversation down so that you wouldn't have to get them killed later but ultimately you were her good girl and so you weren't going to lie to Kassien about what they had told you. Part of you felt bad knowing they'd likely be torn to pieces but they were the ones who had harassed you about this when you clearly didn't want to so it was their fault. ♡

♡ Just like you had thought the moment you returned home Kassien was instantly asking you who it was who had touched your arm and like a good girl you told her in a heartbeat, smiling when she gave you a kiss on your cheek in appreciation for you telling her the truth before running out the door to catch the bastards, telling you to order whatever food you wanted while she was gone. ♡

♡ It wasn't truthfully too uncommon for some demon to sneak into angel territory and mess with the mates. Even for demon standards Angels were known for being quite strict with their mates so occasionally a mid ranked demon would sneak in and try to cajole the lower ranked angels into leaving their angel mates for the chance of possibly meeting a demon outside who would be a much less strict mate. You'd know several angels growing up who had left and had found out they had another mate only to be dragged forcefully back to angel territory by their original mate, devastated because they had grown to like the mate they met outside. You had never been dumb enough to even attempt it though, you knew these demons couldn't just be doing it out of the kindness of their heart, they had to be making money off of 'rescuing' potential mates from angel territory. ♡

♡ Nikki and you had known you were mates since you had been very little and seeing as she sprouted four wings marking her as a high ranked demon you were put towards the center of the collection of mates to ensure nothing bad happened especially not to the high ranked mates. It was rare they were able to make it over to you without alerting the people patrolling but it still happened, mostly the more daring people who assumed since your original mate was high ranked if you had another mate they would also likely be high ranking and so they could trade you for a large amount of money. They weren't gentle with you either, they couldn't risk you yelling and alerting people so often they would try to gag you or release gas to make you sleep or any number of things, your mate would feel the distress through your bond and come rushing and then the person would be drawn and quartered in front of everyone in the community as punishment. ♡

♡ That was why Nikki decided to move to the city with you, she was sick of demons always sneaking in to try to free you and you liked not being stressed about when the next attempt would be. ♡

♡ Everyone in the city pretty much knew who the serial killer was due to her not exactly being discreet though since she only targeted people who were rich and came from outside the city it was unlikely for anything to happen to her. Anyways the point was since they knew she was the serial killer, they also had a vague idea about her having a mate. There were rumors online about this mate, some even saying they had seen you when she had kidnapped you but nothing concrete. Just the knowledge that the mate existed and if you tried to find the killers apartment then there was a chance you could stumble into this mate and be murdered for glimpsing them. She'd moved apartments a couple of times due to people finding the apartment location before eventually finding a place that no one knew she was there with her mate. Until someone who felt horrified for her poor mate decided to trail her home to rescue you. ♡

♡ Runa rarely went out excluding like once a week for supplies and perhaps a kill if there happened to be a lot of rich people visiting in town so that didn't leave a lot of time for anyone to sneak in to set you free, they didn't know you really could have freed yourself already if you wanted to because when Runa slept she went into a comatose state. The moment she finally left the apartment they practically ran in desperate to find your apartment and let you go leading to you panicking when a strange person bust your apartment door down while you were just trying to clean up Runa's mess from spending the night prior gaming with you in her lap. Your shriek was immediately heard down the street by Runa who had only left a few minutes ago and instantly came darting back in order to protect her mate from whatever had happened, stabbing the person over and over when she saw them trying to grab you. ♡

♡ The both of you wound up having to move once again once she calmed down enough from seeing someone trying to take you. The two of you never did find out what they were even attempting to do. ♡

♡ Nora had grown extremely possessive and dominant over the course of your relationship because you never pushed back against her when she did stuff that crossed a line so it was clear to everyone around you that although your partner was not a supernatural, she still displayed the same tendencies that supernatural's did. However due to her being human it also meant she didn't truly have a legal claim to you or at least that's what the assumption was. Since there was no claim on you like supernatural's had though they automatically would assume it would be okay to intervene in the relationship and try to help you out despite you not really having a desire to be set free from her. If her behavior had bothered you in the slightest then you would have said something during the beginning stages of your relationship which you didn't. You were literally perfectly content. ♡

♡ It was small things at first, just commenting on your girlfriend's overprotectiveness whenever they saw you walking without her and telling you if you ever needed a couch to crash on they would be more than happy to lend that to you growing tense when it seemed like you didn't understand what they were implying. You'd respond to those comments saying your girlfriend would always take care of you so that wouldn't be necessary. Then it evolved into sitting you down privately and telling you that your girlfriend displayed alarming and controlling behaviors which you easily brushed off with a laugh, reassuring them that Nora wasn't dangerous. You'd then go home and tell Nora about the strange encounter you had today, her chuckling along with you while making mental plans to go scare that person into never speaking to you later. Some did try to tell you about Nora's threats only to be met with you telling them it's not funny. ♡

♡ Most who persisted wound up learning that while human, Nora did in fact have a legal right to you as hers. Of course they couldn't tell anyone this though because upon learning her true identity as an assassin, they died. ♡

♡ You wanted to leave Sawyer, you really truly did. In fact you thought about it quite a fair amount but you also knew this was just not ever going to happen. The moment you entertained the thought of escaping the city she would call you into her office and tell you she knew what you were thinking so you needed to cut it out or go into the isolation room. Eventually you just stopped giving escaping an serious thoughts. You however were a prime target for the niche groups that had been plaguing the city and trying to free people's mates, mostly for cash though some were bitter they had no mates and just wanted to take mates away from the people who had them. ♡

♡ Anyways it wasn't a threat Sawyer took seriously because any time a group would gain traction, Sawyer would send them into the forest for tampering with the mating bond and that would be the end of that. She still didn't like knowing people wanted to take you from her though and as soon as any group set their eyes on you she'd keep you inside for awhile until every last group member was found and put in their place, either through foresting or she'd send Nora to kill them. ♡

♡ Seriously though anyone who thinks about taking you from her must have a very bad death wish, you won't even die messing with her, you'll encounter a torture far far worse. ♡

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #my oc sawyer #my oc kassien #my oc miriel #my oc eliza #my oc selene #my oc nikki #my oc runa #my oc nora

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everydayyoulovemeless · 2 years ago

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Fo4 Masterlist

Oneshots / Drabbles

To Victory - Danse x Reader

Mystery Swim - Deacon x Reader

Kiddie Kingdom - Platonic!Gage x Teen!Reader

Was It Worth It? - Hancock x Reader

World On Fire - MacCready x Reader

Gorski Cabin - MacCready x Reader

Wounds - MacCready x Reader

Seaside Sunset - Platonic!Old Longfellow x Reader

Out Of Time - Yandere!Preston x Reader

Neighbor - Sturges x Reader

Headcanons / Reactions

Cait NSFW Alphabet

Curie SFW Alphabet

Desdemona SFW Alphabet

Desdemona NSFW Alphabet

DiMA NSFW Alphabet

Ellie Perkins NSFW Alphabet

Nick SFW Alphabet

Nick NSFW Alphabet

Piper NSFW Alphabet

[Valentine Idolizes You]

[Danse Idolizes You]

[Curie Idolizes You]

[Deacon Idolizes You]

[MacCready Idolizes You]

[Piper Idolizes You]

[Cait Idolizes You]

Nick Being Fatherly To Sole

DiMA As A Dad

Hancock As A Dad

Gage And The Nuka-World Leaders With A Shy!Overboss

Gage And The Nuka-World Leader With A Short!Overboss

Nuka-World Leaders With A Child!Overboss

Nuka-World Leaders With A Black Widow!Overboss

Companions (+Sturges, DiMA, and Travis) Reactions to being taken to Nuka-World

Companions (+Sturges, DiMA, and Travis) Living At Homeplate With Sole

Companions When You Come Out As Queer

Companions (+Sturges, DiMA, and Travis) As Coffee Shop Customes

Companions Favorite Settlements To Stay At

Hancock, Nick, and Danse as Yandere’s

Yandere Deacon, Nick, and Hancock HCs

DiMA HCs

How The Companions (+Maxson and Tinker Tom) Are With Synth!Shaun

Companions As Aesthetics

Companions with a child!Sole

What The Companions Love Language Is

HCs About Being Apart Of The Minutemen

Companions Going To See The Barbie Movie

FNV Companions Interacting With Fo4 Companions

Companions Living In Goodneighbor With Sole

Companions Reactions To Sole Being Emotionally Distraught After Being Separated

Companions MBTI Types

Random Headcanons For The Companions

Companions Reactions To Sole Getting "Suprise Adopted" By A Territorial Deathclaw

NSFW Hancock HCs

Brother!Arcade, Hancock, Fawkes, and Gob With a Teen!Reader

Companions Favorite Place to Kiss Their S/O

Companions With a Mute!Sole

Companions Reactions to a Werewolf!Sole

Factions React To Sole Being With The Enclave

Companions React to Sole Being With The Enclave

Modern Headcanons

Accidentally Giving Sole a Bad Haircut

Fo4 Robots Meeting The New Vegas Robots

Companions Reactions To Sole Introducing Gage As Their Boyfriend

Arcade, Curie, Lily, Fawkes, and Marcus's Reactions to a Scientist Researching FEV

Marrying the Companions at the Castle

Headcanons on Piper, Cait, and Curie Living Together in Sanctuary

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 9 months ago

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Nightlife: Werewolf!Elliott x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Pookie bear you read my mind >:)

Vampire this, merman that. Where are MY NEEDS met? I gotta do everything myself >:(

Contains: Brief werewolf transformation, werewolf sex, mating cycles, rutting, creampie, rough sex, oral sex, a little bit of blood, breeding

It was always a miracle to behold.

At first, when you found out nearly two years ago, it was something that would dawn mortifying horror onto anyone who witnessed it. Hell, you nearly fainted watching it all happen, backed against the rinky wall of the seaside cabin at what unfolded before your very eyes.

But now? It elicited excitement right down to your very core.

Even now, as it happened before you, you found yourself growing wetter by the second as you watched it happen before your very eyes.

You were both holed up in the cellar, housed in a special little room in the far back beyond the casks of aging wine you had built under the false pretenses of protection should a tornado rip through the valley. Robin was skeptical when you came to her about it, stating that tornados really don’t come around this side of the valley until a small twister took out a farm in Grampleton. It was safe to say you had a special “bunker” for said emergencies.

Your current definition of emergency was so much more different.

The room laid mostly bare save for a hanging lightbulb, a small dresser by the door and the bed you were currently laying on. There was nothing else here, there was nothing else to distract you from what was happening before your very eyes.

Your husband was turning.

It wasn’t spurred on by the moon being at her fullness, but the feral seasonal urges that turn him into a sex crazed animal nearly twice a year, spurred on by that primal need to fill you instead.

The wet and pained noises of his body breaking down and reforming, bones snapping and muscles tearing and the moans that came out of that man. You watched his body twitch and seize, limbs growing strong with bulky muscle as his sunkissed skin quickly became covered with thick fur. You didn’t dare miss a thing, gazing at him with the best bedroom eyes you could muster as the wolfman took form.

They were so much more different than those eyes you wore back then, all fearful and terrified like a deer’s. And when his gaze briefly turned to look up at you with those hauntingly beautiful eyes? You felt your core burning up like your body was starting to go into a complete meltdown.

Despite wearing nothing other than the thinnest of white sheets over your crying cunt, you were sweltering. You needed him so badly it was starting to hurt.

“Elliott,” you cooed, pawing at the sheet and twisting it until your knuckles paled.

He only responded with a snap of his morphing jaws, sharp teeth splitting his gums as he drooled. He clawed at the stone floor, adding in deeper grooves and gashes to the rest of the marks he’s left in here.

He finished up quickly, standing up tall on his hind legs as his claws flexed and ears swiveled, trying to adjust as best as he could to such a quick turn. His eyes blinked open, slit pupils dilating so small they got lost in the sea of green that filled the whites of his eyes. Something lingered in his gaze as he kept you pinned with his stare alone; Something dangerous- something hungry.

It’s odd. Two years ago you were absolutely frightened by him, but now? You were more than ready to be bred by him and carry his children.

And to think this all started when you tried to give him his birthday present early since you knew he would be out of the valley for it. You both were still newly dating, both of you were nothing more than blushing lovebirds blissfully enjoying your honeymoon phase when you walked in on him shackling himself to the wall behind his piano, nearly naked and horribly frightened when he saw you. You watched every bit of it despite him begging for you to leave and to not look at what he was becoming.

And dare you say, you were a bit turned on watching the entire thing.

Your eyes trailed over his body. Across those broad shoulders you could easily fit over, down his trim torso where his pectorals and abs rippled, right to his cut groin with his big cock standing at full attention.

Now it was your turn to drool.

He gave you no time to react, clawed hands swiping the sheet off of your naked person and snatching at your ankles and yanking you toward the edge of the bed. You gasped, nails digging into the mattress only to moan when he split your legs in half. The heat that radiated off of him beat down on your nude cunt as it cried for his attention.

Your husband leaned down, his dog-like nose huffing at your glistening womanhood like he were a bloodhound catching a scent. Snuffling, he inhaled your sweet scent that drove him even more mad, the head of his cock cried with precum.

You suddenly screamed when his slick tongue dove right between your velvety walls, drinking from you deeply as though you were the fountain of youth. You snatched at the cheap headboard, nails digging into the soft wood as it thumped against the brick wall. Elliott fucked you with his tongue, letting the strong and slick muscle dive deep inside of you, lapping at your walls as they tried to squeeze against him, poking at your cervix and making you cry out in pure bliss.

You tasted so good to him. Even when he appears human, he goes on and on about how amazing and how perfect you smell and taste: Like freshly made spice berry jam and savory starfruit wine. Just the thought of eating you out had the man reeling and dragging you to the bedroom.

Even now, Elliott oddly took his time lapping at your cunt, making sure to clean you of all of your dripping arousal. Not that you minded. Your toes curled and the back of your head dug into the soft mattress.

He must’ve decided that simply holding your ankles apart wasn’t a good enough angle for him, the beast dropping them around his shoulders where you lazily locked them behind his head as his hands snatched at your waist. He hoisted you up a bit, dragging you a little more off of the bed until your ass hung off, tilting your core closer to his mouth. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, mouth hanging open as you cried out Elliott’s name. Your mind went blank for a second as Elliott’s beastly tongue smacked right against that special little spot inside of you, your husband huffing against your cunt as though he were laughing at how easily he could please the love of his life.

You quickly came apart under him, cumming right in his face. The wolfman crooned and snarled, his fangs ghosting over your womanhood, pricking at the delicate skin between your legs as he drank up your sweet sweet cum. It was only when he deemed you clean enough did he drop your hips and allowed you to fall back to the bed. You caught his eyes as he watched on with a primal lust as your breasts bounced.

You knew what he was thinking; How he couldn’t wait for them to be swollen with milk and all. Elliott did have a pretty big breeding kink even before you found out about this side of him.

He gave you almost no time to adjust and catch your fleeting breath before he sank his claws into your hips and flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees, rutting the head of his cock against you. Just the feeling of his blunt tip dragging across your cunt, smearing the thick beads of salty-sweet precum around your aching womanhood sparked new life in your core, erupting something hot to bubble inside of you right behind your belly button.

You braced yourself, squeezing your eyes shut as you prepared yourself for him to enter you.

There was a hefty tap at your passageway he was just violating with his tongue before painful pleasure tore into you. Your head dipped below your shoulders as your arms wobbled and struggled to keep you upright. You gasped, eyes flying open as you openly moaned so loud you swore you would wake up your poor sleeping livestock.

Your cunt squeezed around him, walls forced to stretch around his girth as he sank so deep inside of you, and even then, he couldn’t fully sheath himself inside of you. He huffed and snapped his maw, his broad chest heaved as he tried to get used to how your cunt clamped around him. You were always so tight for him, such a good girl for him.

He started to fuck you slowly.

He worked up the pace eventually, almost like he was still human with how careful he was being. Your husband pistoned his furry hips, his girthy cock slotting so nicely inside of you that you almost didn’t want him to move.

But when he moved, you swore you saw fireworks light up behind your eyelids.

You buried your face in the mattress when he picked up the pace, the headboard smacking against the brick wall with every thrust. Your fists tightened around the sheets so hard they started to tear at the stitches. You whimpered into the bed when you felt his claws sink deeper into your hips, splitting your skin just enough for blood to pearl out and slowly dribble down your hips until the dropped to the ruined sheets.

You could feel your walls still fluttering to fit him, wincing when he would piston his hips in a certain direction that forced your cun to fit him even more. As he mounted you, fucking you from behind, you could feel his balls ghosting over the curve of your ass as your entire body glistened with delicious sweat.

You felt so full, a deep groan bubbled out from your lips as you felt your heart beat through your entire body, matching with the pace at which Elliott fucked you. You kept shuffling, wiggling your ass on purpose as you were forced to spread your legs wider just a bit for support.

You cried out his name, arching your spine just so and throwing your head back as you suddenly came again. Your entire vision went white for a second as he slammed against your cervix, arms collapsing under your dead weight as you gripped the sheets for dear life. Your husband pounded into you like a well-oiled machine, fucking you hard and fast. The goal in his mind never faded from sight: He was going to breed you.

He was going to fuck you all night long, spilling his seed into as many times as it took for your womb to become fertilized. He snapped his jaws and crooned loudly. He didn’t have much more to go and you could feel it. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, growing harder by the thrust.

“Elliott- AH! Are you-?” your words trembled on your lips. Elliott snarled something vicious, claws sinking in deeper. He moved your hips for you, dragging you nearly off of his cock before slamming you back down as far as you could take him, going the opposite of his thrusts on purpose as to mask his pace faltering. “El- Right there!” you whimpered pitifully. It did wonders for him when you would talk him through his climax, begging and pleading with him as he cums so deep inside of you seemingly sating the beast for the time being. “Fill me up! Please! Ah- Isn’t that what y-you want?” He crooned and huffed, his thrusts growing sloppier. “Cum in me, Elliott. Please. I need you.”

A sudden explosion of warmth hit your insides, your husband tilting his beastly head back as he bayed at the top of his lungs, his howl rattling the house. His hot seed poured into your waiting womb, burying his cock as far as he could into you as rope after rope of his thick seed filled you to the brim. He even hoisted your hips up a bit to make it harder for his semen to dribble out of you, but it always did. You shivered when you felt it start to run down your cunt and drip onto the rumpled and ruined sheet.

You both stayed like that for a good few minutes before Elliott let go of you. You once again bounced against the mattress, a choked gasp left you when your womanhood was suddenly left empty, allowing the rest of his seed to gush out of you and onto the bed. You shivered, whimpering when Elliott gave you an experimental lick up your spine to taste at your sweat before you felt him move you onto your back.

You weren’t surprised to see his cock was already stiffening with life once more. He gripped onto one of your ankles again, lifting it up and draping it over his shoulder as he leaned down to lick another stripe against you, savoring how you tasted on your belly this time. You didn’t know which you wanted more: To go through this again during his next mating cycle or to get pregnant from this one. As you weighed the options, you were shocked out of your thoughts when Elliott rutted his cock against your precious bundle of nerves.

“Wait-” you panted, swallowing the spit that pooled at the bottom of your mouth. “Wait, wait, wait! I need a minute, Elliott, wai-”

You suddenly screamed, back arching off of the bed as he reseated himself inside of you, stretching you out once again as he bayed.

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When Hermione had received her Order of Merlin First Class, it hadn’t been for her sacrifice like Harry’s had been, nor bravery, like Ron’s.

Hermione had gotten hers for being clever.

For keeping them alive, for all those years. For being able to see what was coming — but entering an unbreakable vow with Draco Malfoy?

She hadn’t seen that coming.

Two days before, Hermione had awoken in a St. Mungo’s hospital room, with a very concerned looking Harry Potter hovering above her face. “Hi.” He’d said, as if this was a normal way to wake someone up, “You’ve been in a coma.”

Hermione had yelped and punched Harry in the nose.

After explaining to several concerned healers that Harry’s bloody nose was a casualty of hovering an inch above someone's face, and not, in fact, a sign of another impending Wizarding War, Harry had flopped in the chair beside her bed.

A chair that he’d apparently been sleeping in. His Auror robes had been crumpled, like he’d been wearing the same pair for a few days — a stack of files balanced almost dangerously on the edge of the bedside table.

“I was worried about you.” Harry had said thickly, nose still bleeding, dripping down his face without anything to stop it. “It’s been a month.”

All Hermione had been able to think about was her twelve year old self, waking from another magical sleep, to find that Harry had taken to sitting by her bedside back then, too.

“What happened?” She’d asked softly.

Harry had sighed, finally leaning back to stop the flow of blood. It was always the muggle way with him, Star Wars themed band aids and sloppy stitches he did himself. “You were poisoned.” He'd said, “They didn't know when you’d wake up.”

Hermione had blinked at him. “It could've been years.” Years of sleeping in a chair, neglecting his life for her own, eating terrible hospital food and watching her chest steadily rise and fall.

Years of waiting for something that might never come.

“Ron’s been sleeping here, too.” Harry had continued. “The staff isn’t happy, but I just have to whip out the: i am harry potter, i battled death so that you could eat scones by the seaside and live a peaceful life’ it’s a whole spiel. I’ve actually gotten quite good at it.”

The feeling in Hermione’s chest had tightened. The thought of Ron and Harry, waiting for her to wake up, patient in a way she hadn’t expected. Always together. Inescapable, like the tangled roots of an overgrown tree.

“Thank you.” Hermione had said, “For waiting for me.”

She had given him a tentative smile, before it was very quickly replaced with a look of horror. “Harry.” She’d said, beginning to the harrowing task of untangling her legs from the blankets, “I’ve been out from work for a month.”

“Someone tried to kill you.” Harry had said in a lazy voice, still bleeding, “No.”

“Harry — ”

“You can’t possibly think I’d let you go straight back to work. Death is my specialty, you can’t have it.”

“Let me go?” Hermione had laughed sharply, “I don’t have to ask your permission for anything.”

She had finally freed her legs from the torture trap of hospital linnens, “I need to get back in front of the Wizengamot, ask for an extension of my Werewolf Act — ”

“I can’t protect you all the time.” Harry had said tightly. “Just — give me a few days to figure all this out. Please.”

And perhaps that’s what this was all about — he felt helpless and out of control; felt like everyone else had his entire life. This helplessness wasn’t foreign, not to her, but to Harry? It was new and overpowering.

“Harry,” Hermione had said gently, taking his hand in her own, “I’m alright.”

“I thought I was going to have to watch you die — ” fingers white from how hard he had squeezed them, “I felt so helpless, I couldn’t do anything.”

“And I’m alright.” Hermione repeated. “But you can’t stop me from going back to work. It’s my life.”

Harry had frowned. “If you’re going back to work, you need a bodyguard.”

“Fine.” Hermione had said after a minute of well deserved sulking, “You can do it.”

“I can’t.” He’d said, looking miserable and tired and covered in blood; looking like the version of Harry that Hermione was most familiar with, “I missed so much work being here that I promised Kingsley I’d do as many public appearances as he wanted for three months.”

He’d checked his watch and somehow had gained the ability to look even more miserable. “I need to get back. But don’t worry, I'll find someone. I’ll make them take a vow to protect you.”

Hermione had rolled her eyes. “Don’t be stupid.”

Harry, however, had planned on being very stupid.

The twist of fire around her skin brought Hermione back to the present, where she stood across from Draco Malfoy, their hands clasped together. The scrape of his calluses against the flesh of her palm was the only thing that grounded her. Caught like prey in his path.

“Do you swear to watch over her?” Harry asked, “Until this threat is eliminated?”

Malfoy held her gaze. “I do. I’ll eliminate the threat myself.”

Hermione, to her credit, only winced a little when the fire licked across their skin, engulfing their arms completely.

“Trust me?” Malfoy asked softly, voice barely heard over the roar of the flames that bound them together.

“Do I have a choice?”

Malfoy smiled, slow and syrupy, “No,” He said, “I don’t think you do.”

The flames flickered and went out. Malfoy didn't let go of her hand.

After Harry left to smile blandly at a ribbon cutting, the room was quiet. It felt smaller than before, Harry always seeming to take up more space than he ever intended.

“Did you pick me?” Malfoy asked. Hermione glanced up at him from her desk to find that he was not being casual, and was instead, standing directly in front of the door; like a suit of armor someone dragged into her office as a joke, guarding her, she realized.

Through a lifetime of painful situations, Hermione had learned that the best way out was through; face the dragon now, if only to be free from its fire later. “Yes,” she said with a sigh, “I picked you.”

Malfoy nodded. “I visited you.”

Hermione’s eye twitched. “Did you?” She asked, still focused firmly on sounding like a normal person, with a normal voice, “can’t imagine how you explained that to Harry and Ron.”

“It was always while your faithful pets were sleeping, curled up by your side.”

“Don’t call them that.”

“Isn’t that what they are?” His voice light, cautious to proceed, but like always, his willingness to tease won out, “You made the mistake of feeding them, they’ll always come back.”

“Harry saved the world, don’t compare him to a barn cat — ”

“You saved the world.” Malfoy scoffed. “Potter would’ve been dead at eleven, if you hadn’t decided your favorite hobby was keeping him alive.”

A sharp laugh left her chest, but at least this was familiar. In a world that had continued to turn while she slept, this was the first moment that felt real; the arguing, the sharpness, this was something they’d always have, regardless of time.

“I saved nothing.” Hermione said, “I’m just clever. Lots of people are clever.”

“Not as clever as you. They all talked about you.” Malfoy said softly, “Voldemort.” No flinch now, no fear in death, “Aunty Bella. Couldn’t understand how someone like me was second to you. She’s just better, I’d say, she just is. Like glass in my mouth to admit back then, but it was the truth.”

“Well, to be fair, I was top of the class.” Hermione said, “You weren’t lying about that. You just lied about everything else.”

At his raised brow, Hermione rolled her eyes. “I think it might be them, yeah, yeah, it could be.” She said in a low, mocking voice. “It was a good lie, very clever, but a lie just the same.”

“Hm.” He said, still guarding the door, Auror robes looking stupidly good on him — were they supposed to be that form fitting? “Upset that I saved you?”

“I would’ve gotten us out eventually.”

A trap she hadn’t seen coming until too late, tumbling head over feet into the darkness. “Yes,” Malfoy practically crooned, “you would have found a way out.”

“Piss off.”

“Have I struck a nerve? How strange, you’re usually so unruffable.”

“And you usually know when to stop talking.”

The silence that followed was blissful, almost like sinking into a hot bath. Hermione had just started a thorough redraft of her Werewolf rights bill, when Malfoy started talking again.

“I thought you’d be safe.” He said, “With me gone, I thought the threats would stop. I thought, if I watched you from afar, you’d be free.”

“And the second I take my eyes off you, someone tries to kill you.” He was mad, anger so apparent Hermione had no idea how he’d managed to hide it in the first place. So heavy and present, begging to be freed.

“We broke up.” Hermione snapped, “I wasn’t yours to protect, you have no need to feel guilty about any of this.”

“You will always be mine to protect.”

And there it was, out in the open, for both of them to see.

“What if I marry someone else?”

“They’ll grow used to me standing watch in the garden.”

“You’re impossible.” Her desk didn’t feel like a big enough barrier between them, she’d need to flee the country soon. “Absolutely insane.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “When it comes to you? I am.”

Despite all her cleverness, Hermione hadn’t been able to see Malfoy coming, and hadn't been able to prepare herself for the loss of control his presence provided. How much, despite her best efforts, she still loved him.

He was an unstoppable force, and now, thanks to Harry Potter and his fondness of unbreakable vows, they were stuck together.

“I almost went mad.” Malfoy breathed, “After — after you left, I survived knowing you were out there. That your light was a warmth I could bask in, even from afar. But watching you in that bed at night, it was as if you’d died.”

He shuddered. “Like the sun fell out of the sky.”

“I’ll be alright.” Malfoy said, “When you move on. But I meant what I said earlier. I’ll kill whoever did this to you, and then I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure nothing like this ever happens again.”

“From my garden.” Hermione said softly.

Malfoy grinned sadly. “Yeah,” he said.

Hermione had been asleep for an entire month, and all she could remember, was dreaming about Draco Malfoy.

She dreamt of the curve of his lips when he smiled, the weight of his fingers on his flesh — she dreamt of everything and nothing and all that was between.

She dreamt of subtle moments of peace over morning tea, the air between them soft and sweet — happiness real and all around her, something she could touch and see and taste.

She dreamt of their arguments, wild and all encompassing, bitter and bright; no one had ever challenged her the way he did, understood her need to fight for space in the world.

She dreamt of his humor, so far tucked beneath the surface it still surprised her; even now — she dreamt how dramatic he was, like a house of cards trembling in the wind.

She dreamt of how he fucked her, the weight of his body against her own, the scrape of his teeth against her flesh — how it felt to be stretched and filled, the warmth of his cum inside her, against her thighs. How her pleasure always seemed to be a tangible goal for him to reach.

She dreamt of the sound of his voice, the way he moaned against her throat, the names he called her, how he sighed her name on an exhale; the sound of his voice was burrowed so far into her being, she felt it, ingrained in her bones.

“I dreamed of you.” She finally said.

He looked at, eyes serious. “Don’t tease.”

“You’re being very dramatic for someone who broke up with me.”

“I thought I was protecting you.” Malfoy grumbled, “Obviously, that didn’t go as planned.”

Hermione, to her credit, only rolled her eyes a bit. “Well.” She said, “good thing I’m clever enough to fix this.”

By the time she’d left the sanctuary of her desk, Malfoy looked ready to crumble to the ground.

“My bright girl,” He said, “You can fix any problem. Fix me — ”

He finally stopped talking when she kissed him. The silence was grand, but his touch? That was a gift.

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The Name of Blasphemy

Vampire Hannibal X Monster Hunter Will Graham

Part 1: Authority to the Beast

No warnings, 1.8k words, Will goes to meet the Lord, Next Chapter

The night was thick with the scent of decay, the type of palpable rot that clung to the damp earth. The moon, veiled by clouds, cast a dim light over the dense forest. Will moved through the shadows like a predator, his senses heightened, every nerve on edge. He wasn’t nervous—his body had simply slipped into the familiar state of heightened alertness. His crossbow was strapped to his back, the silver-tipped bolts gleaming faintly in the darkness. In his hand, he held a knife—its edge honed to a razor-sharp finish, ready to cleave through flesh and bone. Will had been hunting monsters since he could hold a weapon, trained to see through their disguises, to kill without hesitation.

The day before, he had spent hours speaking with the wary townspeople of the dilapidated village he had been led to after years of relentless tracking. His father and grandfather had both been rangers, sworn to protect the world from the godforsaken horrors that lurked in the night. His earliest memories were of his father telling him that no one was to be trusted. Will’s childhood had been shaped by old folklore books and his father’s brutal training, which often bordered on beatings.

The stories the villagers had shared were familiar—tales of missing people, of strange figures seen at dusk, of something lurking in the woods that no one could explain. But these accounts were different too. There was a consistency to them, a deep-seated fear that felt more genuine, more immediate. This village had been touched by something ancient and malevolent.

His initial thought had been a werewolf, or maybe, in the best case scenario, an angry fae. But after stumbling upon a man drained of blood and crucified in the town square, Will knew he was dealing with vampires. The gruesome display was too deliberate, too cruel, to be the work of anything else. A couple of days later, he was certain it was the work of a single vampire—one with a particular taste for theatrics. Beyond that, though, he wasn’t sure of anything else. The uncertainty gnawed at him, a constant reminder that this hunt was far from straightforward.

The townspeople had directed Will to the lord’s house, insisting that the manor would hold records of past events and perhaps even details about notable figures in the town’s history. They spoke of Lord Lecter with a mixture of reverence and awe, describing him as a recluse but undeniably benevolent. He had been kind to the people, building churches, employing farmers on his land, and ensuring that no one went needy under his watch. Yet, as Will approached the manor, it became clear that this was no ordinary estate. The structure loomed on a rocky seaside cliff, its towering spires cutting into the sky cutting the moonlight and casting shadows on the land in front. The air was thick with the briny scent of salt, the ocean waves crashing violently against the rocks below, echoing through the cavernous halls that lay just beyond the fortress’s cold stone walls.

The closer Will drew, the more the manor revealed its true nature—a castle, ancient and foreboding.Something about this castle felt wrong. The stories of Lord Lecter’s benevolence didn’t match the oppressive weight of the place, and the scent of salt was mixed with something heavier in the air, a smell he couldn't explain. It was a place that had seen centuries pass, a place where secrets were buried deep within its walls, and where the very stones seemed to hum.

Will approached the massive iron-bound gate, pushing it open with a creak that echoed through . Beyond it lay a large courtyard, surprisingly well-kept despite the castle’s ominous presence. Through the windows, he could see figures moving—servants hurrying down corridors, shadows flitting by that he couldn’t quite decipher. The castle was alive with activity, yet it felt like a world unto itself, isolated and steeped in an ancient darkness.

He reached the entrance, a large wooden door adorned with a brass knocker shaped like a snarling beast. Grabbing the knocker, he rapped it against the door, the sound reverberating through the still air. After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing a young woman in a maid’s outfit. She was tan, with long dark hair pulled back, and her eyes flicked over him with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.

Before Will could speak, she began, her tone brisk and unimpressed. “Is the lord expecting you?”

Will pulled back his hood, revealing his face. “I need to speak with the lord of the house,” he said, his voice clipped and urgent.

She sighed, rolling her eyes as if she had dealt with far too many such requests. “If you have an issue, please wait until the next council meeting and present your complaints with the rest of the townspeople.”

She started to shut the door, but Will quickly stuck his foot in the gap, stopping it from closing. “It’s imperative,” he insisted, his voice low and steady. “People’s lives are at stake.”

The maid hesitated, her eyes narrowing as she appraised him more carefully. With a huff, she relented, opening the door wider to let him in. “The lord is currently entertaining guests,” she said, her tone slightly less dismissive, “but I’ll show you to a drawing room. You can wait there.”

The maid led Will through a labyrinth of winding servants' hallways, each turn revealing more of the castle’s opulent yet eerie interior. Finally, she ushered him into a well-decorated drawing room. The space was elegant, with dark green walls lined with bookshelves that held a collection of old, well-preserved books. Shelves scattered with expensive-looking knickknacks.

On one wall, a series of landscapes hung in ornate frames, each capturing serene sites of places he will probably never see. However, it was a single portrait that drew Will’s attention. It was unlike the others, standing out with a striking intensity.The subject had a chiseled face, high, defined cheekbones and a strong jawline. His eyes were deep-set and piercing, the irises a shade of blue so intense they seemed almost unnatural, as if they held secrets that could unravel one’s soul.

His hair, dark and slightly tousled, framed his face in a way that added to the portrait’s compelling allure.The man’s expression was a blend of calm confidence and something darker, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips, as if he were privy to some profound truth that others could not grasp.

Will found himself drawn to the portrait, unable to look away. There was something about the man’s gaze that seemed to follow him, a magnetic pull that made him feel as though he were being observed, scrutinized. It was as if the man in the portrait was very much alive, his presence filling the room with an almost tangible weight.

The doors of the drawing room swung open, and, as if the portrait had been an omen, the subject himself entered. Hannibal Lecter was even more striking in person than his painted likeness. His presence was almost magnetic, commanding attention with an effortless grace. His tailored suit and the way he moved—calm and assured—added to his aura of authority and intrigue.

As their eyes met, Will instinctively looked down and gave a short bow, the kind that highbrow types often favored. “I’m—uh, I’m Will Graham. A mercenary of sorts,” he introduced himself, careful to leave out his true identity as a ranger. Something about Hannibal’s presence tugged at him, an unnameable feeling that made him cautious.

Hannibal’s gaze was both probing and amused as he took Will in. “A pleasure, Mr. Graham. I am Hannibal Lecter, the lord of this land, though I assume you already knew that.” His voice was smooth and cultured, with an undertone of warmth that made it clear he was accustomed to wielding power.

As Hannibal moved further into the room, Will, almost driven by nervousness, spoke again. “There’s been a string of murders in the village, and I’ve been contracted to solve it. The people pointed me toward you.”

Will shuffled his cloak, a gesture of both discomfort and determination. “They say you keep records that could help me, my Lord—records of similar events and notable people.”

Hannibal hummed thoughtfully as he settled into one of the plush chairs, his posture elegant and relaxed. “I’m afraid they’ve sent you at an inopportune time. The records are kept in the manor’s vault along with other artifacts. I have a particular interest in a rare painting, and I’ve sent my in-house historian to verify its authenticity.”

Will, still standing, felt a twinge of frustration. He shifted uneasily, eyeing the armchair as though considering sitting, but deciding against it. “Can I not just enter the vault? I promise I won’t ruin or take anything.”

Hannibal’s expression softened slightly, though there was an air of finality in his words. “I’m afraid not. I have entrusted the only set of keys to the vault to my employee.”

Will’s shoulders slumped slightly, his hope of a quick resolution fading.

“When will he return, my lord?” Will asked, his tone tinged with frustration.

Hannibal’s response was measured and calm. “In about a week, give or take.”

Will’s face contorted with disappointment, and he began to shuffle around the room, his restlessness evident. Hannibal, observing his agitation, spoke up.

“You are welcome to stay and wait. I care deeply for my subjects and would not want to send you back empty-handed.” His tone was sincere.

Will let out a nervous cough before replying. “That’s a kind offer, but I’m fine staying at the inn.”

Hannibal stood and walked towards him with a graceful, deliberate pace. “I insist. Though the records are sealed, you are welcome to access the library. I’m sure you could find something of use there.”

Will considered the offer. He knew that old libraries often held rare editions of folklore and historical texts—books that weren’t available in bookshops or markets. It could be valuable in his hunt.

“I appreciate your offer,” Will said finally, “I’ll leave as soon as I find what I need.”

A genuine smile spread across Hannibal’s face. He clapped his hands together, the sound crisp in the quiet room. “Excellent. I’ll have a maid prepare a room for you near the library. You can begin your search at your convenience.”

Hannibal’s assurance had a reassuring quality, though Will remained wary. He nodded, accepting the arrangement.

A maid suddenly swung the door open, her entrance abrupt and her demeanor respectful. “My lord,” she said quietly, then turned to Will and gestured for him to follow her.

As Will moved to follow the maid, he heard Hannibal’s voice behind him, smooth and composed. “I’ll see you around, Mr. Graham.”

Will could feel Hannibal’s gaze lingering on him, even as he walked away. The weight of those eyes on his back was almost palpable, a reminder that he was under constant scrutiny in this castle. The feeling only heightened his unease as he followed the maid down the winding corridors.

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