#sorry anon you came here for wolf man

[wyrdle]

Any ideas you got Zenkichi for the au

For the one where Shuji's a cranky old man without joining Kirijo group and ends up hiring Takuto as an assistant? Not really, no.

spoilers abound

Though, for that AU, I reckon things turn out the same for Takuto and his palace. There wouldn't be as much of a personal connection between him and the PTs, but I reckon Ren and gang would still beat him up and steal his heart about similarly as per canon, so any Zenkichi meetups would come after that.

Off-topic but, I wonder if Shuji's delusions would've resulted in a Palace, or at least have influenced/meshed with Takuto's. (Unlikely that he has a palace, mostly because he doesn't really influence others? If he did he'd have a palace alike Tartarus I think.) Maybe, because of his involvement, areas of Takuto's palace that are dishevelled and imperfect (Eg. the backrooms/tv rooms/will seed rooms) could be reminiscent of Tartarus or the insides of a church, more pronounced "ugliness" of what Maruki's doing (AKA meta "killing and rebirth" of people via warping of their cognitions, just as people like Shuji and Sumire want. A kinder death.)

Regardless, Shuji would be there defending Takuto as hard as Sumire did initially, conscious about the brainwashing, and desiring it anyway. Though I don't think he'd have a persona.... Not sure tbh. Shuji seems to "rebel" against the concept of life/living, so maybe whatever persona relating to death/peaceful non-existence would be his weapon to defend Maruki. Fun times! (You can probably tell that much of this au was more for drawing parallels between Shuji and Takuto, than any semblance of a proper AU story lol)

Post Maruki's defeat, I reckon both men would need time apart. Primarily Takuto away from Shuji, since Shuji was and still is enabling him and his delusions of an ideal reality. Takuto probably gets help and support from other friends and professionals, Shuji though..... I have no idea. This guy is written to be a tragic mess of a human being, with nihilism and associated ills at his core. Realistically, no one is incapable of healing/growth, but Shuji seems written to be otherwise (I enjoy thinking of him and his delusions creating an empty palace, void of heart. Don't spoil me, but I think this is supposedly how Kuon Ichinose's written lmao 😂 I look forward to meeting her properly.) Shuji is happiest when he's dead, basically. If being with Takuto did change anything for the better in terms of him trying to continue living, then maybe he'd be around long enough to meet Zenkichi alongside Takuto lol.

LOL I know this ask was about zenkichi but I admittedly haven't finished strikers (spoiled myself quite completely on Zenkichi though), and am admittedly uh. Big Shuji Fan. I like thinking how disastrously tragic he is, so apologies for the extreme bias 😂

Edit: I realise how this answer literally doesn't even address zenkichi 😂 Maybe I threw him in the polycule because werewolf d-

Ahem.

cat boy shuji attack

[iloveboysinred]

just read ur keith nsfw hc😩😩I ILOVED THEM SO MUCH N UR WRITING IS AMAZINNNGGG,, i was wondering if u could write some more keith nsfw, whatever comes to your mind💗💗

First of all sorry anon bub i had to touch grass and breathe outside air before i wrote this bc i havent written for Keith in a miiinute (sorry voltron feens, i been starving yall right along with the Zuko Stans 💔) but lets get right into it cause i woke up wanting to get active!

Afab! Reader here.

- so since you read my other hcs you already know i think Keith is a FREAK. And let me elaborate!

- dont let his emo lone wolf persona throw you off, cause once he gets through that beginning shy faze hes on your boddyyyyy

- backshot warrior. He likes to be at your ear at all times with his nasty, dirty mouth.

- so while he’s giving you backshots he’ll lean down, whispering nasty praise into your ear, or if its angry sex he’s teasing you about your moans and laying claim to you by leaving marks on you where he can reach you.

- “you’re gasping, your hands gripping the pillows to try and stabilize yourself from the rough back and fourth of Keith’s thrusts and his hands on your hips pulling you back onto his dick. You feel him lean down on you, his chest pressing up against your back. “So tight” he whispers, rotating his hips in tight, agonizingly deep circles. “This pussy’s so good. You’re so good f’me baby” he grunts, bringing himself down to nip and lick at your earlobe, his tongue hot against your skin.”

- he really likes to fuck in front of a mirror, especially if he’s feeling some type of way and wants you to watch as he fucks you open or he wants you to see your face when you cum all over his dick. Bonus points if he’s angry or jealous.

- “eyes on the mirror.” You could tell Keith’s patience was wearing thin, his voice curt as he grabs your chin, turning you back to look at the full body mirror in his room. He started up his pace again with mean thrusts rocking the headboard and filling the room with loud squelches as your poor pussy quivered and drooled around his girth. He had a tight grip on your hair, holding your head up and in place to watch as he fucked you within an inch of your life. “I’m the only one that can fuck you like this.” And he sounds so self assured, your tight walls clenching around him at his words and proving his words true. “Fuckin pussy was made just for me.”

- and dont get me wrong! Keith is a sap too. I genuinely feel like most of the time he’s the sentimental sex type. Like i’ll speak on Keith being a freak ass all day but i genuinely believe most of the time you both have soft, loving sex until yall get booted to space and all the crazy shit starts happening and he just has to take that stress out in other ways besides training.

-Like when you came to him about how you miss home and how you miss just being with him before this whole galaxy space war crazyness began, he comforted you, reassuring you that the two of you being together was as close to home as ya’ll could get. That night, he held your hands in his, fingers interlaced as he made love to you. He held your gaze in his, whispering sweet words and little nothings to you while he rocked his hips into you, slow and deep.

- quickie obsessed. Like i said in the hcs when he wants you he’ll have you. He’s lucky you’re just as down as him because the way this man will just drag you into whatever mildly secluded area and just either swallow your tongue and feel you up or straight up just try and bend you over is crazy. It only takes a misplaced touch or a sultry look and he smirking at you, nothing but ill intent in his eyes as he drags you away. And its even crazier that he has the audacity to act embarrassed if you ever get caught

- I feel like he genuinely likes when you’re a little rough back. Grab his hair, choke him, bruise him up a little and he’s loving it. Has literal hearts in his eyes when you take control and treat him so meanly. When you did it he was shocked the first time, but he definitely finds himself liking it, taking your dominance as a challenge to see who can crumble first.

-loves loves lovessss when you moan his name when he’s fucking you stupid. Its cute how you cant get a coherent word out, everything you say fading into mumbles and gasps.

- pussy EATER. He’s not a pro by any means but once you show him how you like it he does it just to see you squirm and rock into his face. He gets pussy drunk easily, and his eyes bore into yours every time as if he’s holding you down with his gaze.

Thats all i got anon bub. Thank you for your ask💟 AND THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING MY WORK I LOVE YOU

[summer-nights19]

Hello^^! I was wondering how would GoM (seperately) react to y/n being stalked online/offline by a friend she made and thought was good but she was mistaken....?

Sure Anon :) enjoyy

GoM react to a creepy online friend

cw: mentions of catcalling/sexual harassment/nice-guyness

You'd first met him online, through a mutual acquaintance. He'd started talking to you and pretty soon, you guys became good friends. You had a lot in common both on and off the internet, and talking to him felt very easy. Before you knew it, you'd opened up to him about your personal life and your struggles - he was always there to comfort you, to listen. It never even crossed your mind that he could have ulterior intentions, despite your boyfriend constantly being very wary of the whole situation. One day, you'd decided to meet up at a local cafe to hang out in person. However, it didn't go quite like you'd expected...

Akashi

Akashi had been skeptical of your "friend" from the very beginning. Why would you need guy friends ? And online ones at that ? He'd always had a feeling that this guy was a creep, but you'd played it off as him being jealous. This was the same guy who would act weird any time you so much as mentioned another man

You didn't tell him about the meeting because you already knew how he'd react, so you just came up with an excuse about meeting a friend at a cafe to study

When you got there, you'd felt a little nervous, and that feeling only got worse when you heard someone wolf whistling behind you. You turned around, ready to give them a piece of your mind, before realising that you recognised that face. It was the one in the profile picture of the friend you'd been texting for months. Your heart quickly sank as you realised you'd made a mistake

He was still ogling you and getting all up in your personal space while making lude comments when the door to the cafe slammed open. A moment later, your "friend" was on his knees and you were looking into your boyfriend's crimson eyes

"Let's get out of here, Y/N. Living trash like this doesn't deserve to even breathe the same air as you,".

Still shaking, you followed him out of the little cafe and into the city streets. You'd walked in silence for a few minutes before you allowed the tears to spill.

"Akashi, I'm so sorry. I lied to you and put myself in danger all because I was too stupid to-"

Akashi wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you fiercely before you could finish your sentence. Although you were still shaking slightly, you felt yourself growing hot.

"That guy being a degenerate is in no way your fault. I'll always protect you, Y/N. I look after what's mine," he wiped your tears away with a smooth finger and you allowed yourself to smile despite everything. As Akashi interlinked your arm with his own and led you through the street back home, you realised that even though you still felt shaken, you would be ok with him by your side.

Aomine

He was skeptical at first (partially due to possessiveness - why did you need to be texting some guy online when you had him ?) but, when you told him about the meetup, he didn't want to be too controlling and say no. It was your life after all, and he wanted you to have good friends

So he agreed, but only on the condition that he could come and make sure you were safe. Although you were reluctant at first, claiming he was being overprotective, you caved in eventually, and the two of you set off together to meet your friend

When you finally got to the park you'd agreed to meet at, you recognised him immediately from his profile picture and waved at him. Your stomach started to churn a bit when he walked up to you with a suggestive smirk, eyeing you up like a starved man would a three course meal

He reached out his arms for a hug, but before he could even touch you, Aomine ran up to him and punched him square in the jaw

"She's mine, so keep your hands to yourself," He said, while grabbing the guy's shirt and shoving him to the ground. "Don't come near her unless you want a broken bone,"

And with that, Aomine wrapped his arm around your waist and led you away, leaving the guy knocked out cold on the floor

Kise

He was pretty chill about the idea of you having an online friend at first, but he got a little jealous when you started mentioning meeting up - was he not enough for you?

All the same, he didn't want to come across as insecure, so he said yes anyway when you told him about the meetup

However, he told you you could call him if your friend turned out to be weird

As you arrived at the mall you two had decided to meet at, you were convinced that Kise was just being paranoid, so you took your seat on a bench in the food court to wait. A couple of minutes later, your "friend" showed up with a small box in his hand and wearing a massive smirk on his face.

"Y/N ? You're even prettier in real life ! Here, I got you something to celebrate our first date !" He thrust the box at you, his smirk growing even wider.

Your stomach dropped and it took all your energy not to visibly cringe. It appeared that he'd fundamentally misunderstood the situation - you already had a boyfriend ! And, even if Kise hadn't been in your life, you couldn't have said yes to a guy you felt no romantic attraction towards.

"Sorry, I think you misunderstood the situation," you said as evenly as you could. "I don't like you like that,". As you were speaking, you gently returned the small velvet box, placing it in his hands.

"What do you mean ? So you led me on only to reject me ? Why do women always think they can do this ?! Especially to nice guys like-,"

His little monologue was cut off by your phone ringing loudly. You gave him an apologetic smile and picked up, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw Kise's name flash on your screen.

"Hey, what's up ?" you asked, trying to keep your voice as calm possible.

"I had a feeling that the meeting might not be going well, so I decided to check up on you, Y/N-cchi". Hearing his concerned voice brought you close to crying tears of gratitude

"Yes, I didn't realise you'd need my help with that. I'll get there immediately," you replied, hoping he'd get the hint. The guy next to you was frowning more and more with each sentence.

"See you at mine in 20," Kise said before you hung up and looked at your "friend" apologetically.

"Sorry, my friend's in a difficult situation and I need to go help them as quickly as possible," you stumbled over your words, muttering another apology before running in the direction of the exit, leaving your pursuer frozen in astonishment behind you.

Murasakibara

When you first mentioned your friend, he was not thrilled - not just because he was jealous of all your guy friends (something he routinely denied) but because he thought that this guy probably had dubious intentions

This was why you decided not to tell him about it when you went to meet up with your friend at a cafe after school one day - you'd made up some excuse about needing to go home early to study and rushed off as soon as the bell had gone

By the time you'd reached the cafe, he was already there waiting for you on a loveseat next to the window

As soon as you sat down next to him, he put his arm around your shoulder and let his leg graze your own. You started to panic, trying to move away from him, but he only tightened his grip and smiled at you. Suddenly, the door to the cafe slammed open and Murasakibara and Himuro came in heading straight for the counter.

"Atsushi !" You called out to him before you'd even realised what you were doing. He often came here just before practice to buy snacks, and you were insanely grateful you'd forgotten that detail

He turned around, his expression quickly changing from surprised to furious as he saw how close your "friend" was to you, despite the fact that you were clearly trying to get away. Fuming left his spot in the queue and strode to your table, before grabbing the guy's shirt and slamming him on the floor. Although you normally weren't one to endorse violence of any kind, you were very glad to be free of him.

"Let's get out of here," he said, taking your hand in his considerably larger one.

"B-but don't you have practice ?" you stuttered, still shaken by the ordeal.

"Fuck that. I'm all yours tonight,"

Midorima

Midorima was jealous as soon as you mentioned your new friend even though he tried his best to hide it. It was very unbecoming after all, and he'd hate for you to think he was insecure

However, as soon as you mentioned meeting up with this guy, he said that he'd be coming along just to make sure you were safe

Although you thought it was unnecessary, you agreed in an attempt to pacify him, so you two set off together for the library you were supposed to be meeting him at.

He recognised you as soon as you entered. However, his expression quickly morphed into a scowl when he saw another guy standing next to you and staring him down.

"Who's that next to you, Y/N ? Why have you brought another man ?" He asked, gritting his teeth. You could tell that this had probably been a bad idea.

"Oh ! This is my boyfriend, Shintaro. I thought it would be fun to hang out all together," you said, pasting a smile on your face and trying to inject enthusiasm on your voice. However, Midorima was having none of it.

"I had long suspected your intentions to be disingenuous, and now I can say with certainty that they are. Now leave. I'm trying to take my girlfriend on a date,".

You looked at Midorima. If looks could kill, your "friend" would have been out cold on the floor.

"Alright man. It's not worth it just for some hoe anyway," he'd said the last part under his breath, but he hadn't been quiet enough. Midorima tripped him up as he was heading for the exit, before looking down at him with a disgusted frown.

"I suggest that, unless you want more serious "accidents" to happen, you stay away from Y/N and keep your mouth closed,"

Before your "friend" even had time to reply, Midorima put his hand on the small of your back and led you away, looking back over his shoulder to make sure that the idiot had actually left

Masterlist

[meaningofaeons]

Hi!! I just started reading your stuff and I really like it!! I was wondering if I could request some headcanons with the HSR boys (your choice but I would appreciate one with Jing Yuan) with a reader who is part of the Stelleron hunters and their role is to clear up any clues they may have left behind not on purpose, the boys caught them in the act and they made a break for it, but after the event the reader finds themself to be looking after the boys more (you can decide whether they know or if they find out due to a coincidence) and they confront the reader about it.

- 🌙 Anon

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ stellaron spy

⊹ character(s) - dan heng, jing yuan ⊹ word count - 1.7k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, stellaron hunter!reader, a bit of angst, fluff, mystery, intrigue, oh my!

hi 🌙 anon!!!! omy my first named anon (₌♥ᆽ♥₌) I'm so glad to hear you enjoy my writing!!! I was very tempted to add sampo to the mix here but as the stellaron hunters were not involved much with anyone in belobog I decided against it. but who knows?! maybe a p2 for this will come out! anyways, thank you for the request my lovely!!! I had fun with it! (๑✪ᆺ✪๑)

post editing katze here - I'm so sorry these read more like scenarios than hcs but all my hcs kinda do </3 I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

⊹ Dan Heng

Your assignment was simple: Clean up the Stellaron Hunters' presence in the Herta Space Station, and leave no trace of your own visit.

As a member of the highly skilled group, you were more than prepared and qualified.

And of course, Kafka and Silver Wolf saw fit to leave a mess behind for you as always.

They never did anything beyond Elio's allowance in order to guide the universe to the correct future, and it's not as if they had anything against you, but you still somehow ended up with a large workload each time.

A stray piece of Silver Wolf's code here, a bullet with Kafka's insignia on it there.

Nothing out of the ordinary, and all seemingly meaningless in the pursuit of the ideal future. Things that would be cast aside by the average person, if not missed entirely.

And yet, that's why you were here—those very "meaningless" pieces of evidence were specific items ordered by Elio that could cause the single tip of a domino should they be found and investigated. The most insignificant things could completely restructure the path you were on, and by extension, Elio's plans.

Of course, Destiny's Slave didn't tell you everything.

Specifically, he neglected to mention you literally bumping into a member of the Astral Express Crew.

On the way into a restricted section full of monsters.

Just perfect.

"Ah, I'm terribly sorry!" You were flustered, yes, but it served as a good cover considering your disguise as a researcher.

The man before you looked indifferent by nature, but something about you caught his eye, and he put his arms out to steady you.

"It's fine. Why are you heading into a restricted zone?"

"Ahh, I'm okay! Just grabbing some of my research materials! If you'll excuse me..."

He didn't seem content to leave you to do as you wished considering your disguise, but then he caught sight of the bullet you held. Kafka's bullet, signature carved into the side and all.

He put two and two together, his blue eyes widening.

"You—"

Before he could say anything further, you had vanished, hearing his footsteps chasing after you after ducking into an alcove. He came and went, and you found yourself alone again.

Well, there goes a smooth mission... He's surely off to alert security.

As the days passed, you continued your task. Of course, Kafka had given you a predictable answer when you confronted her about the run-in with the black-haired man.

"That would be Dan Heng of the Astral Express Crew. Don't worry. You were fated to meet. As I'm sure you know, your foresight on meeting him would have ruined the future."

Of course.

However, the young man intrigued you, and you eventually found yourself watching over him more and more.

He went to get lunch? You would subtly switch your disguise and be in line right behind him.

He took a walk around the station? You weren't far behind.

He entered a restricted zone to assist? You cleared out a couple of monsters ahead of him to make his job easier.

It's all for the mission, you'd justify. Just monitoring him to ensure he doesn't throw a wrench into Elio's plans.

Eventually, your little side-mission caught up to you.

"I really should just turn you in."

A pale hand had reached over your head, grabbing the information tablet above you, and you paused.

Compared to your previous meeting, you were a lot more calm. After all, as Kafka had said, you only needed trust in Elio and his future.

"Then why haven't you?"

The dark-haired man couldn't provide an answer.

"Are you here to stir up trouble again... Stellaron Hunter?"

"Just the opposite, really."

Dan Heng was perplexed, yet intrigued—two feelings he didn't experience often.

"I really should...—ugh. Never mind. For now, I won't do a thing. But I'll be keeping an eye on you."

"I will do the same for you."

"I've noticed."

"Then I'm sure you've noticed the gift I left in your pocket."

As soon as he looked down, you were gone. Still, you weren't lying—there in his pocket lay a piece of paper with your contact information... along with an alias.

Dan Heng didn't know what to feel, but a strange warmth filled his cheeks, and he ran a hand over his face.

What... just happened?

You, meanwhile, having completed your mission, met back up with Kafka in only a few hours' time.

"Your number, hm? Smooth, Y/N. I didn't think you had it in you. Should I consider this a betrayal?"

"Hush up, Kafka. You know this was bound to happen."

"Astute as always."

You had to hold back your groan along with your own reddened cheeks.

⊹ Jing Yuan

Being a Stellaron Hunter meant trusting Elio no matter what, even if it seemed to be at your own peril.

Even with his indifference towards his own and your lives in the face of the necessary future, Destiny's Slave had assured you and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters that you were not to be expended for the cause.

At least, not for a very, very long time.

So why is the General of the Xianzhou Luofu in front of you right now?

This wasn't in the plan! Only Kafka and Blade were meant to be arrested!

Your momentary panic caused you to forget the obvious—

You're not on any wanted lists, you have not been seen associating with either detained Stellaron Hunter on the Luofu, and you're posed as a completely ordinary Xianzhou Outworlder.

On top of that... Kafka had secured you a (fake) position somewhat close to the General for intel-gathering. For all intents and purposes, you were meant to be here.

But that handsome face honestly made your brain run on empty at the most crucial moment. And besides, your false position wasn't that high up!

Unless it was, and the information was withheld in case you got captured...

You wondered if Elio could laugh, and if he could, whether he was amused by your current blunder. Surely, all according to the plan of destiny.

"Goodness. I knew I had some level of charm somehow, but to think I'd evoke such a reaction."

You froze up upon General Jing Yuan moving his face even closer to yours, inspecting you carefully.

"Or perhaps you're just intimidated by me?"

Focus, Y/N, focus!

"Not at all, General," you were quick to respond, impressing even yourself at the steadiness in your voice. "I was simply stunned that the General would greet me, a mere advisor, personally."

"Well, mere advisor, I find you enthralling. Please report to work tomorrow directly to my desk. I'll have you assist me with my paperwork."

...Huh?

That's how you found yourself roped into being Jing Yuan's personal assistant.

The incident with Kafka and Blade progressed naturally, but you found yourself with more and more work.

All to keep up the cover of a simple employee trying to earn your daily wages, you supposed. Not to mention, the closeness of it all allowed you intel on Jing Yuan that you never would have acquired otherwise.

It made sense that this was Elio's plan all along, but you were still a bit bittersweet about your circumstances.

The sweet part being... Well, the General was nice to look at, and he wasn't a bad conversationalist, either.

And of course, the intel. The intel was good. You were certainly still focused on it.

When he ate, when he took walks (casual ones, he assured you when you were forced to join him, but you knew it was a guise for patrolling the Luofu), and when he trained with Yanqing, the Cloud Knight Lieutenant.

Everything went straight to Elio's ear.

The bitter part... Everything else.

Every day, you wondered if the General knew your identity and purpose. Yet he never spoke a word of it.

And his requests were getting more ridiculous by the day!

"Y/N, would you be so kind as to keep me company while I finish my paperwork?"

"That would be highly unprofessional... I must clock out for the night."

Another night, it was something else.

"Y/N, how about a game of chess?"

"We're working, General."

"Call me Jing Yuan, would you? 'General' is far too uptight."

"That would also be unprofessional!"

"Isn't it more unprofessional to deny your superior's request?"

Now you were sure of it. Elio, along with Kafka, Blade, and Silver Wolf, and every single one of the other Stellaron Hunters...

They were watching this all like a horrendous, slow-burn, romantic sitcom, and they were laughing their heads off at you running yourself ragged. That had to be it.

However, all good? things come to an end. It was only a few months in that you were called to clean up yet another Stellaron Hunter operation.

And with that, your resignation was plopped on Jing Yuan's desk in the dead of night, with you and him being the only two souls in the entirety of the Seat of Divine Foresight.

"...So, that's it?"

"I'm afraid so."

That smile of his made you want to stay, though you'd never say it aloud.

"Well, I suppose Stellarons are present in many different worlds."

Your jaw could've dropped. It was a miracle your face remained stoic.

"Do come back and visit me, though? Or better yet, desert them entirely and stay by my side?"

The tone was teasing, but the longing was still buried beneath it all.

When your face hardened, his smile softened.

"Of course not. I understand the feeling of being unable to abandon your comrades, your cause. Still, I do hope we meet again."

With a laugh at your silence, he unclasped one of the blue tassels from his uniform and put it right into your expectant hand—instinct on your part at his gesture.

"Return that to me soon. Don't make me wait too long. After all, without it, my coat is asymmetrical. Not a great look for the General of the Luofu, is it, my dear?"

"...No. I suppose it isn't."

It took you less than the space of a breath to vanish from his office, and you knew you likely wouldn't be back—not for a long time, that is—but Jing Yuan's tassel remained in your belongings nonetheless.

[jenosbliss]

Hey for your requests opening Can you do enemies to lovers female reader x Vampire Yuta, + 11,13,17,19 with ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ angst then fluff & smut =)

pairing. siren!reader x vampire!yuta | genre. angst, fluff (a dash of it) | wc. 1.8k | warnings. mentions of blood, tying up with ropes, that's all i guess

summary. there was an ongoing battle for dominance over the forests of Eldoria between the vampires and werewolves, which resulted in you being kidnapped. Yuta came to save but what truth is he hiding from you?

a/n. hii anon! i'm really sorry i couldn't add smut to it :((

“You cannot manipulate me like this,” declared the man as he bound your legs with ropes, a glint of pride in his eyes. The rope cut into your skin, drawing blood, causing you to groan in pain, though the sound was muffled by the cloth in your mouth.

The power of a siren's voice was their strongest weapon, and your current inability to speak left you feeling utterly helpless. The man, unmistakably a werewolf with his thick hair and bright amber eyes, had captured you and gagged you securely to prevent any manipulation.

The ancient struggle for dominance over the forests of Eldoria between werewolves and vampires had raged for centuries, with sirens playing a crucial role in aiding the rulers. The werewolves, eager for power, were willing to go to any lengths, even resorting to kidnapping a siren.

“Touch her, and you're dead.” a voice filled with disdain warned. Yuta, the future leader of the vampires, emerged from the shadows of the forest, his pale skin and emotionless eyes a chilling sight.

“What? You think you can stop me? A mere vampire like you?” the werewolf taunted with a devilish grin. “Don't pretend, Yuta, you desire the same thing. Your leader craves it too!” he growled, baring his sharp fangs.

Terror gripped you at his words. Yuta had never been your protector; in the past, he had often been the cause of life-threatening scenarios you found yourself in. Your attempts to influence him through your voice had always been futile, adding to your frustration.

Your grandmother had once been an ally of the vampires, supporting them, until Yuta's father ascended to the leadership and ordered the eradication of sirens, deeming them a deadly threat to Eldoria's throne.

The sight of Yuta filled you with even greater dread for your safety.

“You are mistaken, my dear lupine companion. We have no intention of harming an innocent siren,” Yuta stated casually, approaching where you were bound. “Coming from a vampire, that doesn't sound convincing,” the werewolf sneered. “Especially considering your history of siren slayings,” he added, advancing towards Yuta. “since their charms don't work on you.”

““None of the matter right now. Our reputations and resistance to their charms,” Yuta smirked, gesturing towards the sky. “What matters is that your pack probably needs you now. It seems there may be trouble, there might be a  little fire in their den.”

Sudden howls reverberated through the forest, causing the werewolf to snarl at Yuta. Through clenched teeth, he vowed, “You will pay for this.” Then, turning to you, he remarked, “He won't come to your rescue,sweetheart... but we shall cross paths again.” With that, he transformed into a wolf and vanished into the trees on all fours.

As he departed, Yuta swiftly made his way towards you, urgently releasing you from your restraints. "Are you alright?" He inquired, taking the cloth ball from your mouth. "Stay away from me!" You cried out, causing the trees nearby to sway vigorously as if caught in a storm, yet Yuta appeared unaffected by it.

"I can save you." He exhaled a small sigh as he moved closer to you. "Do not believe his words. I am here to protect you, Y/N."

You scoffed at his promise to protect you. "How could I trust you? When your father sought only to harm my people? Do you think I'm a fool?"

"No, I understand his actions were wrong and I can never erase the pain he caused you, but please, Y/N, I swear things have changed."

"Then how are things now? Huh? Are you pretending to be my savior, manipulating me into believing your facade?" You stepped back, widening the gap between you. "We need you... I- I need you," he admitted with a touch of resignation in his voice.

"What?" You halted, gazing at him with wounded eyes. "I love you. I know it may be hard to believe, but I do. You may see me as a threat, but trust me, I have always tried to save you in some way."

His words prompted you to recall those moments when you found yourself on the brink of death. Amidst the recent feud between the two factions, you always assumed he was out to end your life, but perhaps it was quite the opposite.

"I have endeavored to save you because I love you. I know I should not harbor these feelings for you, but I cannot resist! Please let me save you," he implored, drawing nearer and tenderly cupping your face in his hand.

"Do you trust me?" He murmured softly, peering into your eyes. For the first time, you detected a glimmer of something in his lifeless eyes... a glimmer of love and resolve. You desired to flee and shun him, to despise him, yet a voice within you responded, "Yes, I trust you, Yuta."

He grinned, pulling you in a warm embrace as he whispered, "I will fight anything and anyone for you... for us." He pulled back slightly and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Always believe in me, never let go of that trust.”

Hesitantly, you nodded, feeling a deep sense of truth and passion in his gaze. Leaning towards you, he pressed his lips to yours softly, his gentle touch caressing your cheek as he drew you closer with his other hand.

Bathed in the gentle moonlight, both of you shared a tender kiss beneath the towering trees. Embracing Yuta meant challenging the age-old regulations set by your forefathers - a siren was never to love a vampire. Their relationship was meant to be purely political, but his proximity and protective nature made you yearn to defy your own kind.

Yet, to Yuta, it was all a charade, a mask he wore to trap you in his desires to  fulfill his father's mission - the eradication of sirens. He had no intention of harming you, only of weakening your community by turning you into a traitor, ultimately leading to their downfall.

He was not a savior, but a harbinger of destruction.

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[vivalarevolution]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷

Robb Stark x Targaryen Reader

Request: „Hi! Hope you're having a great day, if you don't mind, please could you write a robb stark x reader?‟

„can you do just a fluffy oneshot with robb where reader thought he was dead (they were betrothed and in love so reader was like still in mourning even tho it's been months since he died) and turns out he survived the Red Wedding along with Grey Wind and they just have this super fluffy and teary reunion and later that day reader just wanted to cuddle robb and never let go hope that makes sense!‟

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing for Robb Stark. I put two requests together in this story from anons I hope you as well as them gonna like it. 

English is not my native language so I am sorry for any mistakes.

*Thoughts, memories, and other languages are written in bold italics.

He was standing in front of her. Safe and sound, and above all... alive.

She looked at him with a shadow of tears in her violet eyes. Her hands, cold and trembling, held his neck like a lifeline, helping her not to drown in the ocean of bitterness and despair. The man held her near him, wanting to have her as close as possible, never wanting to let go, his hands gripping the material of the white-haired woman coat. In a silent act, conveying the care he wanted to soothe the heart of the dragon princess.

But nothing was able to help her.

-I beg you- she whispered on the verge of hysteria -I beg you, Robb, don't agree to Lord Frey's proposal. I can not loose you.

-You will not loose me. I am yours and you are mine, now, until the end of our days -he replied kissing her forehead lovingly.

-I don't want the end of your days to end tomorrow night, I won't let it happen - the woman said firmly- The people of Westeros are manipulative, wherever they go, they look for a chance. To use, to take and...

-I am the king of the north, but I am also a man of honor - Stark tried to explain to her, running his large hands over her soft skin.

-My father was a king - the young Targaryen drawled through her teeth - He saw people as traitors, unconsciously creating them himself. He paid for it with life, not only his but also his children. Don't make the same mistake.

-I will attend this wedding - said the brunette, sticking to his sentence - You should go there with me, as the future queen of the north - he added, more quietly, even though the two lovers were alone anyway.

-In the morning, me and Jaelarys return to Essos - she announced to Robb's surprise. -Dany want to discuss further expanding our alliances in here. I can't keep her waiting.

-So you're leaving me?- the northman asked, trying to hide the pain in his voice.

-I haven't seen my sister in over six months -Y/n said, offended -I want to see if she's safe, I have to. She may need me.

-I need you - replied her lover.

-Now you're the king of the north - the violet-eyed whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth -Maybe when I come back, you'll be the king of all seven kingdoms -she added, connecting their foreheads.

She said this words trying to hide her anger, preferring to leave rather than listen, not knowing at the time that that conversation was their last.

Or so she thought.

-Gaomagon ao gīmigon bisa vala,mandia? (Do you know this man, sister?) Daenerys asked, waking the princess from her thoughts.

-Kessa (Yes) - she managed to say - Īles se Dārys hen Jelmor (He was the king of the north) - she added more quietly.

-Oh- only came out of Taragryen's mouth- I thought Robb Stark...died -she admitted surprised, trying to choose her words carefully in front of her already emotionally sensitive sister.

Y/n thought so too. Her grief and sadness knew no bounds since they had been awakened by the news of the death of Young Wolf, her beloved Robb.

-I'd like to talk to the king in private - the silver-haired woman confessed after a while, feeling her last particles of stability starts slipping between her fingers.

-Of course- queen of Dragonstone replied, sounding soothing and warm, wanting to reassure her sister from a distance.

The violet-eyed princess left the throne room without hesitation and, to the surprise of the oldest of the Starks, did not even looked at him. Her footsteps were quick and hard, each one bouncing off the stone walls of the castle.

She didn't have to turn around. She knew the man was following her, even if he didn't know where she was leading him.

When she was sure that no one would interrupt their conversation, only then did her footsteps stop.

As she turned around, Robb was able to take a close look at the changes that had taken place during their separation. Once full of joy and feisty face changed to a colder, almost indifferent expression. The eyes were more faded, deep down drowning in the sadness that Y/n had experienced.

Looking at her ,broke his heart and filled him with anger at the same time. It was because of him that the young woman found herself in this position, because he didn't listen, because he didn't came earlier but four years later, when instead of the stubborn girl for whom he was so crazy, he found her shadow.

Stark's first instinct was to embrace her fragile form, so he did exactly that. Taking her body to himself, he covered it with thick, black fur and wrapped his arms around it.

Y/n felt as if for the first time in a very long time she could breathe fully, as if her lungs were finally filled with the air necessary to survive. Her hands disappeared into the brunette's coat, holding on tightly, not wanting to let go.

-I should have listened - the northman said after a while -I should have been wiser...

-Robb, don't - the young Targaryen interrupted him, placing one of her hands on his chest, then lifting her head and staring into his blue irises -We can't change the past. What happened… I really thought I lost you - she confessed, the first tears in her eyes.

-They killed everyone...my mother begged them to spare me but in response they slit her throat and stuck a dagger in me- he replied bitterly, clenching his hands on Daenerys sister's waist -I thought it was my end. But Greywind found my body, dragged me to some hut. The old lady must have been terrified when she saw me, but she helped me anyway.

-It wouldn't be wise to ignore the king of the north and his direwolf -Y/n stated, and Stark smiled at the hint of sarcasm in her mouth that he loved so much -She saved you and I'm glad she did, especially when...- halfway through, she frowned ,putting on a serious face, it was obvious that she wanted to confess something.

-Princess - one of the maidservants suddenly interjected -Rhaella woke up from her nap, she's fussy. I believe she's calling for her mother.

Y/n left her former lover's arms at the words about her child. Smiling gently at the Dothraki woman, she nodded her head in understanding.

Watching as she leaves in the only direction she knew, the violet-eyed woman looked at the man out of the corner of her eye.

-Robb, I know a lot has been dumped on your shoulders, but I think you should meet someone - she announced quietly -It's important.

Northman at first thought he had misheard. 

That it wasn't about Y/n. Then the thought of a new dragon crept into his mind, but when he stood in the doorway of the chambers, he knew exactly who Rhaella was.

The young Targaryen with natural delicacy lifted the toddler up, cradling her in her arms, thus soothing her. The girl was a copy of her mother, inheriting every trait of the dragon bloodline.

Walking slowly towards the brunet, she involuntarily clenched her hands on the child harder, not knowing how he would react.

-Is she mine?- whispered the blue-eyed man, gliding his hand over the girl's ruddy cheek.

-Yes - the princess replied simply.

Y/n woke up in the middle of the night. Half of her bed was empty, causing her to awakening instantly. Where was Robb? Was it another nightmare, or was she slowly starting to lose her mind?

Her eyes quickly scanned the room. They finally found a man who held her heart in an iron grip.

Targaryen rose carefully from the bed, approaching him quietly. The king from the north greeted her, wrapping his arm around her body so she could shamelessly take his warmth for herself.

-Why aren't you sleeping?- she asked softly, kissing his jaw.

-I couldn't sleep - he replied, staring at the sea outside the window.

-Are you sure it's just sleep problems?- the princess asked, seeing the change in Stark after seeing his daughter.

-I...- he began, but couldn't finish, grabbing the stone balustrade, squeezing his hand around it -I can't stop thinking what would have happened if you hadn't flown away that morning and stayed with me. If you had participated in this carnage - he whispered, looking at Rhaella sleeping, unaware of anything.

-You didn't know, nobody knew that I was with child - the young woman admitted - The news of your death resulted in too much stress, my body couldn't stand it. Then I found out I was pregnant. You couldn't have known Robb - she assured, stroking his back.

-How can you be so calm, so forgiving? - he asked confused, looking at her like a lost child rather than a king.

-Because I can't stay stuck in the past any longer. I can't think what if. This world won't let me, I have to push forward not only for myself, but for people who need me Robb, you should do the same - Y/n stated, after a moment she kissed his lips lovingly.

-I love you my queen - he murmured, cupping her face in his hands.

-And I love you my king - replied Daenerys' sister, closing her eyes -Now and forever.

-Now and forever - Stark repeated, connecting their foreheads.

The impending war was at their feet, but tonight, at this moment, only their feelings and sensations mattered. Their touches of hands and brushes of lips. Their song of ice and fire. The Wolf and the Dragon.

[imaginefan]

True Mate

Scott McCall X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 866

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you scott mcall x dahmpir reader where the reader moves to beacon hills so and scott find outs she is his mate scott mcall x dahmpir reader AND Do you do a scott mcall  x  reader  where they find out the reader is a dahmpir and scott real mate and she find outs she pregnant

The first time that Scott smelt it, he stopped Stiles, noticed the change in his friend and turned to look at him “what’s wrong?” Stiles asked.

“There’s something here, it smells different.” He answered as he looked around, he couldn’t say that the smell was unpleasant, he didn’t understand it though. “What do you mean… Like another werewolf?” Stiles asked. “It’s not a wolf.” He answered. “It almost smells human… Almost.” Scott answered as he looked in the direction of the smell, he started walking towards it. “Hey Scott, where are you going? Scott?” Stiles asked, he got no reply as he followed his best friend through the crowd until they stopped at a locker, the door was open and whoever it belonged to was sorting through all of their things, Scott was about to say something when the door closed and a girl turned towards them. “Is there something I can help you with?” You asked. “I’ve never seen you before, are you new?” Scott asked. “Yeah… I just moved here, what’s it matter to you?” You asked. “I just wondered.” Scott answered. “Well if you're done questioning me then I’ll be on my way.” You said as you walked around them.

It was a few months later that they found out what you were, someone came looking for you, they had started at the school but given the fact that you were very rarely alone at the school, he couldn’t grab you there. His presence had drawn the attention of the misfit pack as they followed you to make sure that you were okay. The vampire that was following you grabbed you around the neck, easily snapping your neck “well I don’t know why that was hard.” He mumbled. “You can come out children, I’m not here to hurt you.” “You killed her.” Lydia said as she looked at your lifeless body “I didn’t even know it was going to happen.” “She already had one foot in the grave.” He waved them off. “Does that mean that you are sitting in yours?” Your voice asked, they all looked at where your body should have been but it wasn’t there anymore. A second later a wooden stake stabbed straight through the man's chest as he tried to reach around and grab the offending person. “You should have tried harder, you might have actually killed me.” “He’ll find you.” The vampire said through gritted teeth before falling to his knees and revealing you behind him flicking the blood off your hand. “Let’s not play the pronoun game, my father doesn’t scare me.” You mumbled. “Sorry you all got dragged into this. Werewolves don’t usually get involved in vampire business.” “Vampire?” Stiles asked “really so on top of all our other problems we have to worry about vampires.” “No you don’t have to worry about vampires, they don’t move into places where werewolves already live.” You shrugged. “Then what are you doing here?” Lydia asked. “Well I’m a Dhampir for one.” You answered. “I’m half vampire.” “What’s your other half?” Stiles asked. “Human.” You answered. “You should know for the future any werewolf bite is poisonous to vampires.” You turned to walk away only stopping when Scott called out to you. “Mm.” You hummed looking back at him. “What’s your name?” He asked. “(Y/N).” You smiled a warm feeling blooming in your stomach as you walked away from them. As Scott watched you walk away he felt it in his chest.

Over the next couple of months you all got closer and you worked with them more and before you knew it you and Scott were together. You paced the living room as you looked at the test again, it was definitely positive, the front door opened behind you and you looked over to see Scott who could definitely smell your panic so you didn’t bother hiding it. “What happened?” He asked. “Surprise.” You said softly as stepped to the side so that he could see the test on the table. “Is that real?” He asked his hand resting over your stomach as he waited for you to answer, you nodded not trusting your voice. “I didn’t think you could have a baby.” “Neither did I.” You said softly as you looked at the test. “It might have something to do with the true mate thing.” “True mate? Is there something that you haven’t told me?” He asked as he sat down pulling you to straddle his lap as you spoke. “Well, I didn’t want to scare you but if you happy about the baby-” “Very.” Scott confirmed. “Then you here for the long haul, so we Dhampirs have the chance to find what you call a true mate, the one person that they are supposed to be with and continue their line with. Did you ever get this warm feeling in your chest when you finally found out my name?” You asked. “Yeah.” He nodded. “That was the bond.” You explained, he smiled as he looked up at you. “We’re gonna be together forever?” He asked and you rolled your eyes before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and smiling. “Yeah forever,” You answered.

*Part 2*

Requests and general question!

[m-jelly]

Hey! Guess who? It's me Moth Anon and I'm here to request Bunny!Levi x Wolf!Reader! Basically How to Tame a Wolf but the roles are reversed!

-Moth Anon

I had to bring this back <3 Thank you @ladycheesington for designing this for me. Also, thank you to @ladycheesington and @skittlelover69 for talking ideas with me for this prompt! You're both a blessing <3

Wolf taming

Pairing: Bunny!Levi x Wolf!Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Future AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, small town romance, cute, reader is a love sick puppy, farmer Levi, tattooed Levi.

Concept: You move out of the busy city to a sweet little town. You set up a nice small cafe and do some deliveries. You deliver some food to a well-known farmer and you're instantly smitten. You talk with Levi and discover he is your fated mate. Levi also feels the pull and you both keep finding excuses to meet each other and be together. You both become inceperable.

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You hummed a little song to yourself as you packed up some cakes, tea and a sandwich for an order. You tied it all up with a bow and smiled at your hard work. Your fluffy tail wagged as you admired your hard work.

You picked up the box and changed your sign around to out on delivery. You smiled at your sign saying tasty paws. You smiled brightly and knew this small town was your future. You were already successful and people were so nice to you.

You hurried through the streets and waved at everyone you went past. You were the only wolf in the town that was filled mostly with rabbits and foxes. You thought people would be scared of you, but people were fascinated and excited that you'd moved in.

You moved a little faster through the town and enjoyed the breeze running through your hair and fluffy wolf ears. You felt so free in this town compared to the cramped city. You were living the dream every single day and it was all thanks to the sweet bunny mayor, Erwin.

You slowed down when you came to a farmer on the edge of town, right next to the lake with the mountains as the view. You gasped in delight and knew that the Levi Ackerman who ordered from your place must wake up in the morning to the most perfect views in the morning.

You stopped by the fence and looked out at the field to see a muscular man. Your eyes widened at the shirtless man glistening in the sunlight due to the sweat on his body. You shivered at the tattoos and slight scars on him. You watched him lift up a huge barrel of hay causing his muscles to flex. You growled a little as your inner wolf screamed mate to you. You admired his black bunny ears tied back to stop the floppy things from falling into his eyes.

You couldn't control yourself. You let out a howl of delight causing Levi to look over. You slapped your hands over your mouth and dropped down to crouch so you were out of view. You whined and whimpered a little as you felt so embarrassed by your actions.

You hit your head with your fist. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. You're just a wild savage idiot."

"Well, I wouldn't say that."

You looked up to see Levi leaning on the top of the fence looking down at you. You squeaked and fell back on your bum. "Ah!"

Levi tilted his head. "A wolf being afraid of a rabbit, now that's a surprise."

You shot up to your feet taking Levi by surprise. "I'm not afraid."

Levi blushed hard as he took you in. He felt his heart throb and a pull towards you. He wiggled his nose just a little and took your scent in. He felt a click inside him and realised he was looking at his mate. He gulped hard.

You leaned closer and sniffed him. "Mate." You gasped and blushed hard. "Sorry."

Levi moved closer to you. "Mate."

You whined a little before holding up your bag. "I b-brought y-you your o-order!"

He reached over and took the bag. "Thank you. Would you like to come in for a drink?"

"Yes!" You blushed at answering quickly. "I-If you d-don't mind."

Levi gave you a tiny smile. "Come."

You jumped over the fence and hurried after him. Your tail wagged hard as you were welcomed into the home of your mate. You slipped your shoes off before looking around his sweet wooden home. You enjoyed the creaking of the floorboards beneath your feet and the welcoming smell of tea was drifting through the air.

You shivered and whined as Levi's natural scent invaded your senses. You panted a little and moaned in delight. You were overcome with visions and desires to bite Levi and give him a mating bond. You slapped your hand over your nose and mouth and tried to stop yourself from jumping on Levi.

Levi stopped in his kitchen and gazed at you. He blushed a little and knew very well what your reaction was. "Would me opening a window help?"

You blushed. "I uh...I don't know."

Levi unpacked his lunch and made a cup of tea for you and him. He cut up the food and made it ready for sharing. He led you to the dining room and sat with you. He watched you eat with him and smiled a little. His heart fluttered in his chest as he kept watching you.

Levi reached out and pet your ears and head without even thinking. He locked eyes with you and blushed hard. "Oh, sorry."

You blushed a little. "Don't be, I like it."

Levi smiled and fussed you more. He chuckled when you leaned on the table and rested your chin on your arms. He smiled when you closed your eyes and your ears went back. "Wolves are so easy to tame."

"We're big softies." You looked up at his ears. "Your ears look cute. Are they floppy?"

Levi took the hair band out of his ears to show his ears were floppy, but he could raise them a bit. "They are."

You reached over and touched them. "So soft." You leaned and looked at his fluffy black tail. "You're so handsome."

Levi locked eyes with you. "Thank you."

You smiled at him. "I like the earrings in your ears."

"Thank you."

You leaned your chin in your hands and gazed at Levi as your tail wagged. "Can I visit you a lot?"

Levi blushed hard. "I would like that. I know we're mates, so I would like to get to know you more."

You grinned at him. "I can't wait."

You frowned as you focused hard on decorating a cake. You pulled back and smiled brightly at the carrot cake you'd made. You jumped up and down in delight. You placed it in your display case and grinned at your hard work.

You looked up and felt your heart skip a beat when you saw Levi's pickup truck pull up. Your tail wagged hard as he climbed out of his truck and waved at you. You waved excitedly at him.

Levi picked up two crates out the back and walked into your small cafe. "Afternoon."

"Bunny!"

Levi walked behind the counter. "Wolfie."

You blushed. "What have you got for me?"

He put the crates down. "Some fresh fruit from my farm."

You gasped in delight. "You picked fruit for me?"

He blushed a little and opened the crates. "Anything for my mate." He sighed. "Make sure you clean this. I've already cleaned it, but just do it as well."

You nodded. "Yes." You ran over to the display case. "Levi, look! Carrot cake!"

Levi stared at the cake. "Carrot cake."

Your smile faded. "I've insulted you...I'm so sorry! I just..." You welled up. "I'm sorry."

Levi cupped your face. "Don't cry." He wiped your tears away. "I love carrot cake. I was surprised you made it and it wasn't sold out already."

You smiled softly at him. "I'm glad you're not mad at me."

"I would never be mad at you."

You giggled. "Cause I'm a cute wolf right?"

He kissed you taking you by surprise. You both knew you were mates, but all you did was just hang around each other and meet up often. You went on some dates, but no one would say it was a date. There was always tension between the two of you, but no one made a move. You both kept holding back so you could get to know each other.

You'd been dating in a sense for a month. You'd helped each other out with your jobs. You'd spent hours talking away to each other and not realising what the time was. You'd talk into the night before falling asleep next to each other. You were connecting on such a deep level, but you wouldn't take the plunge. Levi was now taking it.

Levi released you a little before gripping your hips and yanking you against his body. He wrapped his arms around you and gripped your back tightly. He felt a tingle within his body and his mind at ease. He smiled against your lips. He felt like he had found his soulmate.

Your tail wagged hard as you clung to Levi. Your heart fluttered in delight as you finally kissed your mate. Your life seemed complete and everything was falling into place. You wanted to be with him for life. You wanted to mark him and keep him as your own.

Levi pulled back from your lips and panted. "Wolfie."

You smiled. "Bunny."

"Tch, damn wolf brat."

You giggled. "What? You're a cute bunny." You leaned up and bit his ear and growled. "Mine."

Levi bushed bright red. "Y-Yours?"

You released his ear. "I uh...I want to make you my mate for life. I-I uh...I would need to mark and it'll be a temporary mark and then on a full moon, I will mark you again to make you mine for life." You blushed bright red. "O-Only if you want to. I-It's a big commitment and umm...I mean...I don't blame you for not wanting me for life. L-Look at me."

Levi held your chin and lifted your head. He smiled a little at you. "I am looking at you and I see the most beautiful and cute little wolf I've ever seen. She's kind, caring, loving, smart, funny and talented." He nuzzled his nose against yours. "How could I not want you?" He kissed you and hummed in happiness. "You're perfect."

You jumped into Levi's arms and attacked him with kisses. You growled at him. "Mine."

Levi gasped and blushed. "Th-that sounds nice."

You growled against his ear. "Mine."

Levi moaned. "Yours."

You kissed the side of his neck and made your way down to the crook of his neck. "I will mark you when you're ready."

Levi held your hands. "Would...would you like to live with me? You'll get to wake up to those lovely views I have."

You kissed him. "You're the only view I want to wake up to."

Levi blushed. "Tch, damn cute wolfie." He hummed and hugged you tightly. "Mine."

You squealed in delight. "Yours!"

[golbrocklovely]

I need to know what you thought of Colby and Malia's costumes (once all of them are out, ofc lol)

this is an old ask

of course, anon. i gotchu lol

everything will be in the keep reading since i included pics

tin man and dorothy

this one was really cute imo. i know there were some ppl up in arms about malia wearing a sexy version of this costume bc "dorothy is a child in the movie" and to that i say.... she's not real. she's a fictional character. sexualizing a person that isn't real shouldn't upset you. if you genuinely are upset about something like this, you must have a very easy life or a lot of time on your hands. but that's just me

his costume is surprisingly really good. i would have never thought he would wear face makeup and the whole nine for the costume. the only downside is the shoes.

also if we were gonna go off the lore of the movie, really he should have been the scarecrow but i digress lol

overall rating: 3.9/5

there's a couple little things here and there that i would have changed, but overall a great start.

possessed priest and nun

imma be so forreal i never in a million years would have thought a, that he would dress like this or b, that ppl would be so upset about it lol

i literally got my degree from a catholic university, so i've known quite a few catholics in my time. the actual and current pope came to my university, and blessed a statue on campus. once everyone was allowed back on campus, students touched, groped, and made out with the statue bc the pope touched it.

safe to say in my own personal opinion, catholics do more harm to their own religion than those "mocking" it lmao

if you are catholic and upset by this, whatever. feel how you want. if you don't believe in catholicism, your opinion is invalid. sorry. don't care.

that being said, i genuinely like this costume. it's a little basic, sure. but i think it's fun. also the fact that everyone got upset at it makes me kinda like it more, just out of spite lol and as someone who has always loved gothic shit, this is right up my alley.

overall rating: 5/5 iconic bc of how many ppl were pissed about this lmao

big bad wolf and little red riding hood

again, as i've established, being offended over the "sexualizing" of a fictious character is weird. not only that, but i genuinely don't think i've ever seen a little red riding hood costume for adult women that wasn't sexy in some capacity. if your gripe is that, that's a whole different argument to be had. but yelling at malia for wanting to dress in clothes like this isn't really what we're talking about then.

all that being said, this costume sucks lol

his looks so weirdly bad. when he talked about dressing up as this, i was excited to see it, but it looks like an off broadway version of cats in the worst way. maybe more like a community theater production of it. and hers is... fine? that's barely a cape and would have been better if it was an actual full length one.

overall rating: 2/5 just bleh

sexy nerds/professor and student???

look, this one i can understand ppl actually being upset about lol personally i don't like teacher student costumes. it's weird.

HOWEVER, the one leeway i will only slightly give is that without the briefcase (which we didn't even see until well after they wore this costume) i would have thought they were just dressed as nerds. which is basic and boring enough. but with the briefcase, he looks like a teacher. which then i can understand the frustration from.

but he didn't wear the briefcase out, so imma just say they were nerds.

and that doesn't change how i feel about this costume which is that it's BORING. if you take off one piece from your costume, and you basically look like you're wearing regular clothes, you're not wearing a costume. like if they took off their glasses, i would just think they are dressed differently than they usually would. i wouldn't think they were in a costume. so....

overall rating: 1.9/5 try harder next time

hefner and a playmate

this was fine. i didn't hate it or love it. idk how the hell malia can wear so many lingerie sets as costumes and not feel even the slightest bit cold or exposed. but hey, if i had a body like hers, i too would be showing it off lmao

overall rating: 3/5

nathan drake and lara croft

i love this one. and the reason i do is bc colby has wanted to dress up as this with a partner for YEARS. literally talked about it in 2019 so you know he's been dying to do this.

and they both look so good. personally, i would have liked if he had pushed his hair back or maybe a little less guyliner lol but this is definitely my favorite costume

overall rating: 5/5

[azsazz]

CC3 Anon

spoilers under cut

Hiii it’s CC anon. THANK GOD YOU RESPONDED NO ONE ELSE I KNOW IS READING THIS BOOK 😭

I finished CC3 last night and yeah. I enjoyed the pacing at the beginning of this book more than the first two books because we’re already in the thick of the climax and don’t have to build up suspense again but omg it dragged in the middle.

I did not care for Ithan at all I’m sorry. And yes he hasn’t been a pro sun all player in YEARS idk why she keeps bringing it up. I think someone stumbled and he caught her and Sarah went “his sunball reflexes” HES A WOLF HE WAS ALWAYS GOING TO HAVE QUICK REFLEXES. Had him running up and down to resurrect Sigrid and in the end it DIDNT EVEN MATTER.

Lmaoooo Ithan mostly acted ago appropriate if I think about it. He's like 20 I'm assuming since he's around college age. He's def not my favorite character either tbh. Love how everything fell into his lap tho. Literally anytime he was mentioned so was snuball it was so fucking dumb.

I know you like Tharion but can he do anything right omg. Ithan carried him with the Viper Queen. Sathia carried him in front of the Ocean Queen 😭 I WAS SO PISSED ABOUT THE ANTIDOTES OMG and then Ithan went and did the same. I see why they are best friends like wow stupid really follows stupid.

LMAO I love Tharion, yes he'd definitely dumb and needs to make better decisions but I liked how witty he was in the first book. He really needs to stop with the whole woe is me act tho. omg the antidotes shit don't even get me started. half of the stuff that she wrote for the book didn't even matter in the end. like, we could've cut this damn book down 300 pages tbh, nothing would've been missed because nothing made sense even.

I don’t hate Bryce. She did annoy me though. I hated when Aelin wouldn’t tell people about her plans and could not stand it from Bryce here. Her yelling at Hunt about having to face the consequences of their actions. I’m like dude you went to another world and came back powered up. Hunt stayed and was tortured brutally like what? I know why she doesn’t want him to have guilt about it but it’s his 3rd time going through this and failing. And now he has more to lose. Of course he would be feeling a type of way.

I do not like her at all lol. The whole not telling people plans things pissed me off because her loud mouth is not like that. AND THEN SHE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TELL HUNT "OH YOU DONT EVEN WANT TO BE HERE" girl maybe if you told someone the fuckin plan they would feel a bit more confident about going through with it for fucks sake. she's a mean girl and i can't stand her and i don't think she's funny at all she is so cringe to me haha. HUNT HAS ALREADY TRIED GOING AGAINST THE ASTERI AND HE WAS TORTURED FOR 200 YEARS?! Then he gets freed and has to do it all over again?! Like, why are we yelling at this man? of course he's weary.

I’m not the biggest fan of her swagger at times. Like sometimes we don’t need the quippy (read: unfunny) one liners :/

LITERALLY

The STAKES???? Bryce should’ve stayed dead! It would have been a lot more impactful. Even the torturing scenes kind of didn’t hit as much after the fact cause everyone can just regrow their limbs and be fine. No one had a single nightmare about what happened to them? I thought we would see something like that beyond “a glimmer of darkness in his eyes” idk :/

The entire "someone dying only to be brought to life on the next page" has definitely fucking worn off now but sjm apparently can't see that. she created a world with 50+ characters only to not use half of them when it matters. so stupid. Also, i don't remember them being able to regrow limbs tbh.

Maybe the book would’ve been too long but I was genuinely shocked we didn’t get more scenes of anyone on the actual battlefield. We were mostly in the palace after Bryce and Hunt teleported, and then the moment with Lidia and the sprites. But maybe the book would’ve been too toooo long idk.

Yeah there really was only like 60 pages of the end scene. but as soon as i saw the word space i actually almost DNFd it because what the actual fuck was that.

I will say I really like how the male friendships are genuine. I honestly can’t tell you that Bryce, Fury, and June are friends LMAO. (I’m exaggerating but I do kinda agree with this) .

Yeah, i love Ruhn, dec, and flynn's relationship. i think sjm tries to be like "oh yeah girl power, strong fmc's" but there's no women in the books? and they all don't like each other? like danika, bryce, fury, and juniper seemed like mean girls? girls that didn't give a fuck about anyone else? idk. the way that the men to women ratio in her books is very interesting to me. and the fack that EVERY man that comes across bryce thinks she's the most gorgeous girl to have ever lived...fuck off with that logic.

My girl Jesiba :////// She was my favorite for sure. I'm indifferent about her lol. Her entire storyline i feel was just made up like two months ago so she could connect to the other series lol

I do agree with what you said about Bryce (I legit almost wrote Aelin LMFAO) . I was not expecting her to just say no rulers for the Fae at all. But I guess a Senate would be more democratic.

SO STUPID. The Senate (starwars)

Im sure there will be a fourth book but I am so uninterested in Tharion and Ariadne like who caresssssssss. If Im interested in Ithan, it’s because I want to see more Perry. I wonder how connected this world and ACOTAR will remain.

I honestly hope it ends at 4 books. I think that would be a perfect ending because there's four houses. no need for more im already sick of it. yeah i liked perry too. i hope they're no longer connected lol.

Ruhn and Lidia :) but HE LEGIT SHOT HER?? I know she was acting irrationally because of her sons and he wanted to make sure she didn’t get herself killed but then he shot her. Like okay 😭. I think my favorite couples are Bryce’s parents and Lidia and Ruhn. Ruhn just seems so hot 😭.

Ruhn is a winner for sure for sure.

I’m writing too much and I’m scared this app will just shut down so I’ll quit here. I still think the first book is the worst one in this series. But I had fun with this one (despite my hang ups) and I’m glad it’s over (for now :/).

THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT!!!

THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT TOO!

CC anon!! I went to goodreads to read reviews of the book and I genuinely cannot believe how many 5 star ratings this book got. I mean, I can and can’t believe it. Atp anything Sarah puts out will average at least a 4 star rating on there and sell a crap ton.

I think people just give her that rating because she's popular, not because they read lol. oh yeah, why do you think she released 5 different bonus chapters. talk about a greedy cash grab. that mentality kinda makes me sick im not even going to lie.

I was reading through the 2-star reviews and someone mentioned their shock at how quickly Ruhn and Lidia resolved their issues which I totally agree with. She said she hated him and would never forgive him for what he did, and she was right! I know why Ruhn did it, but I genuinely still cannot believe he actually shot her, even if she was gonna be okay. That’s a terrible time to be worrying about a wound like that when you want to be at full strength to fight for your children.

Yeah half of the plot lines felt stupid? like what? he couldn't have stopped her any other way...really? i feel like she did not think this book through as well as she thought she did tbh. seems to be her thing these days.

(Even when Hunt said he hated Bryce for stopping him from killing Celestina, I was like Oh!)

OMG THAT WAS ACTUALLY WILD. YEAH OKAY. I TOTALLY BELIEVE THEY'RE MATES.

The reviewer said Sarah should have left their relationship on the rocks so we could get Ruhn groveling in the fourth book, and I can’t get that idea out of my head. ESPECIALLY with their bonus scene. Idk if you’ve read it but I was like ??? I like them as a couple and I like their story, but it did seem like it was all patched up insanely quickly. Like if you shot me then the very LEAST you could do is get my kids to safety. That alone would not necessarily make me forgive you.

I didn't read their bonus chapter but i can't believe they moved in with each other literally after like two days of knowing each other in real life. bro, you just found out she has two kids? you don't know the woman at all lol. no, everyone has to have a happy ending by the last page of the book or else. lol. no suspense.

[vampsquerade]

Can you do doc comforting a male reader who is crying

of course i can! sorry i took so long to get to your request, thank you so much anon! also very sorry but i think i went kinda overboard with this one…

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Doc x Male!Reader: Savior’s Embrace

Trigger Warnings: angst with a happy ending, eventual fluff, graphic depictions of violence (military-esque violence, dead bodies), slight survivor’s guilt, hurt/comfort, crying, mentions of injuries, mentions of past abuse (White Mask inflicted), kidnapping (by White Mask)

Blindfolded and left in the corner of a room as if to hide you, you breathed in and out of your nose quietly. Earlier in the month, you and several other people were captured by White Masks with the intent of using you as bait to carry out another attack. Several of you were battered and beaten senselessly due to any objections, with you being the one who suffered most of it after trying to comfort others. All you ever wanted to do was help people, and you taking the brunt of the beatings did that enough. Though, it did fill you with an irrational fear of someone coming and rescuing you and how you have to resist them again.

Your hearing slightly begins to fade as a loud ring from how afraid of the situation you were in now fills your ears. Muffled gunshots and what you assumed were stun and flash grenades go off in rooms on the floors beneath the room you were left in. You shut your eyes tightly, your breathing becoming heavy once you hear footsteps running up to your room. “We need to get the door open!” a voice yells despite the sound of the ringing in your ears. “Everybody stand back!” another voice faintly yells, and you watch as something becomes attached to the giant door of the room you were in. “Got a really big fucking hole, coming right up!” another voice yelled.

From the light coming in at the bottom of the door, you watch every foot that was there rush away from the presumed blast zone. Sparks begin to ignite and begin to cut the metal of the reinforced door, and this is when you decide to get up and take cover from any shrapnel that could come at you. The door soon comes undone, and you were lucky to have taken cover considering a bunch of shrapnel embedded into the corner you had previously hid in. Once the smoke cleared, several flashlights lit up the room as they looked around for you. “There! Pick him up!” A voice yelled.

Becoming startled, you try to back away into your hiding spot a little more to avoid them. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re here to rescue you—can I check you for any wounds?” the one that approached you asked. The man was of average height with black hair that had a few gray streaks in it and he had what you assumed was a French accent. He wearing a white and blue uniform with the symbol of a wolf on it. You had recognized it one day when you came across White Mask documents, and knew they were a faction of Team Rainbow. You nod, mouth and wrists still tied together. The man then kneels in front of you and carefully reaches behind your head to remove the cloth hand before then cutting off the zip tie that was wrapped around your wrists.

He then begins to carefully check you all over for any injury, “You’re covered in bruises and scars of all kinds…may we take you back to our base of operations for further examination?” he asks. You hesitate for a moment, fearful of any punishment that may come if you go along before eventually deciding on a yes. Happy to see you agree to come along, you’re then safely lifted into another person’s arms and are carried away. You look around and see the battered base you were in, countless bodies all around the floor. Several of them thankfully were those of White Mask and to your knowledge, you were certain none of them were of the people that were kidnapped alongside you. “What happened to all the others like me..?” you ask. “Do not worry малыш, they are safe and sound..” the man carrying you said. “I see…” you say softly.

Once you’re at the first floor, you see how bad it actually was. Even more bodies were spread all around and it made you feel a bit bad. What if some of the White Mask were also people that were kidnapped as well; way before you and forced to fight? A painful twist wrenched at your heart and before you knew it, tears were rolling down your cheeks. You’re then placed into a van, accompanied by the Frenchman from earlier. “You’re crying…is anything hurting right now?” he asks. You stay silent, continuing to cry as a sort of guilt begins to wash over you. The Frenchman then gets into the van and sits next to you, holding you close in his arms. “Go ahead and let it out…you’ll be okay, you’re safe…” he says softly. You shakily wrap your arms around him, feeling safe in his embrace.

An even more painful twist wrenches your heartstrings and you begin to flat out sob into his shoulder. Your grip on him becomes tight, to the point where you’re clutching onto his jacket. “They did terrible things to us…I-I thought I wasn’t going to make it out…” you sob into his shoulder. “But look at you now. You made it out, alongside several others, and are now free to live your life once again.” the Frenchman comforts. Nodding against his chest, you continue to sob for what feels like hours against his shoulder. The Frenchman appears to be completely unbothered, as you assume he’s experienced this more than once. You pull away from him carefully and begin to wipe your tears.

“Feeling a little relieved?” the Frenchman asks. “Yes…um…by any chance, may I ask for your name..?” you say a bit hoarsely before clearing your throat. “Oui, but let us keep it our little secret, okay?” he says. You nod and he gives you a warm smile, “My name is Gustave. And you are?” Gustave asks. “Ah…my name is Y/N. Thank you so much for rescuing us…” you say. “I’m just doing what I can to protect and save lives just like yours. We’ll be heading to base soon to check on you and everyone else, okay?” Gustave says. You nod and watch as he stands up to walk back outside the van. Despite feeling relieved, your entire body is shaking as you anxiously wait to be taken to get treatment.

A few moments later, Gustave and a few of the other operators enter the van and take their seats before closing the door. “Looks like you’ll be riding with us, Y/N. Everyone has been safely evacuated.” he says. “Thank goodness…” you say softly. “You were really worried, weren’t you?” another Frenchman piped up. Nodding, you finally relax your body and lean your head against Gustave’s shoulder. “Yeah…I tried my best to protect everyone. That's why I’m covered in scars and bruises.” you say. “How exactly did you protect everyone, if you don’t mind me asking?” a woman with what seemed to be a traditional tattoo on her chin asks. “If we tried to disobey or do something wrong in any way, they would beat us. I would take the blame for everyone so they wouldn’t be harmed. Though…sometimes it didn’t work, and people did get hurt.” you explain.

“I see…you really had it rough then.” she says. You could see sadness in her eyes and you just shrugged. “If I could protect others by directing their pain towards me, I’ll do it.” you say. “You’ve got heart, I respect that.” another man says. You give him a nod and a smile before resting your head back on Gustave’s shoulder. Drowsiness begins to creep up on you, your eyelids occasionally closing before opening back up. “Go ahead and rest, you deserve it. By the time you wake up we’ll be back on base.” Gustave says. Nodding against his shoulder, you close your eyes and let yourself fall asleep.

[hassedah]

Heya! How're you? I really love your writing! Could I request a child reader(around 3 or 4 years old) who gets left in front of the manor and basically has no choice but to stay in front of the manor because what child goes into a dark forest at evening/night? The parents are no where to be found, so the boys have to choice but to keep them. For obvious reasons this is platonic, so basically a parent! Boys with a child! Reader. Take your time <3

There is a lost child in front of the manor :

Hi Anon! ^^

Sorry it took me so long to write it. I'm glad you like my headcanons! ^^

I am fine, thank you! I hope you are well too!

It took me a while to write this request mainly because I didn't know how to make Ethan react.

I hesitated for a while about this headcanons, especially because Ethan has already lost a child under its responsibility and he doesn't seem to have recovered. The difference I see with, for example, MC's request to want the child with them and this one. In the first one, Ethan has time to discuss with MC before the arrival of the child and to want it and to prepare himself psychologically. In the second, Ethan does not have time, but refusing the presence of the child is not a solution, because the child would be in danger alone. I think that in this situation it would take some time for Ethan to open up to the child and take care of him. That's why, in the beginning, he could be very distant with the child.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this headcanon.

Take care of yourself and have a nice day!

Mention of the death of a child in Ethan's headcanons.

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A child lost in the forest is unusual enough, a child lost in the manor even more so. Yet, that's where Beliath found him. The child was playing jumping from black tiling to black tiling in the hallway. He didn't even look scared when he saw the incubus and only told him that he had fallen into the lava because Beliath was walking on white tiling. 

The child's voice quickly drew Raphael and Vladimir in and soon everyone was in the hall, while the adults were talking or rather arguing, the child had time to walk around the mansion and even fell asleep on the couch in the living room before the adults realised he was no longer in the hall with them.

It was an extreme crisis situation according to Vladimir, the parents must have been worried and looking for their cherub and the manor was clearly not suitable for a child. After waking the boy up, the vampires tried to hypnotise him, but to no avail, anyway the child seemed far more interested in Raphael's sword than in anything the adults could tell him.

Finally Aaron asked him to be a little more attentive and to stop bothering Raphael, his big voice and his ill-tempered bear-like appearance frightened the little one who hurriedly hid behind Vladimir's legs and called the wolf a "bad man". 

Of course, Raphael and Vladimir came to the child's defence. Aaron should not scare him! Afterwards, Aaron went into the forest to try to find the child's parents, without result. With no other choice, Beliath left with the child a little before daybreak to take him to a police station.

But the child was back in the manor the next evening. They tried several times, but each time it was the same thing, he returned as if by magic. After a week, they realised that even if they took him to the police station in the next town, he would come back here, alone, so they had no choice but to keep him.

Vladimir :

Vladimir didn't know how to react at first. At his age, he was constantly clinging to his mother's dress for fear of getting lost, could the new generation not be so adventurous? The child should have been panicking and crying and looking for his parents everywhere. In any case, that's what Vladimir would have done at that age.

When Beliath returned from the police station the first time, Vladimir thought the problem was solved. Then he found the child in his garden the next day watching a spider. The next night he found him in the kitchen, and the night after that in front of the fire trying to put a log back in (he nearly had a heart attack, by the way, why didn't anyone teach this little that children shouldn't touch fire?)

He was the first to give up the idea of getting rid of the child. After all, he was only coming back here, his parents were nowhere to be found and they couldn't spend their time going back and forth between the police station and the manor anyway. And then… he doesn't really mind having a child at the manor, he brings a bit of life into the house, even if his toys are constantly lying around the living room.

Vladimir is undoubtedly the one who cares most about the child. He doesn't dare say it so clearly to the others, but this child is a gift from heaven for him who has always dreamed of becoming a father. He cried the first time he realised it. He had given up the idea of having a child for so long.

He always melts when the child reaches for a hug. He also almost cried the first time the child did it. He feels incredibly happy that the child trusts him enough to see him as a reassuring figure.

He already thinks that the little one is growing too fast that his baby will soon not be a baby anymore. That's the only reason he agreed that Beliath should buy a camera and now he takes a lot of pictures, so many that he has already completed a whole album. He often annoys others with his pictures.

He likes to tell her stories in the evening by the fireplace. His parents used to do this very often with him, it was his favourite time of the day. He is very careful about the books he chooses, he doesn't want to scare his little treasure.

He marvels at every thing he does, every drawing, every gift he gives her from the tree leaf, to the daisy, to the pebble and the drawing.

In the end, it was mainly because of Vladimir that the others did not dare to object to the child's presence in the first place. After all, the aristocrat never looked so happy.

He often checks during the day that the child is still safe in his room.

Sometimes he lets him garden with him in the garden, the child doesn't do anything complicated or dangerous and most of the time Vladimir lets him dig holes and plant small flowers.

It was a new moon night and Vladimir had taken the opportunity to go out gardening. He was planning to reorganise this whole part of the garden this year to include a rose garden. He had been dreaming of having one for a long time and had finally decided on the layout.

"What are you doing, Vava? Do you want to come and play with me?"

Vladimir looked up at the child as he pushed a lock of hair away from his face. The boy was standing on the other side of the flowerbed, or at least the future flowerbed for the moment it was just a pile of earth turned over.

"I can't play with you, my treasure, I'm sorry, I have a lot of work to do in the garden tonight.

The child let out a small annoyed sigh but soon forgot his problems when he saw Vladimir digging in the ground, In a few short jumps he found himself right next to the vampire, bouncing happily beside him as when Raphael offers him a sweet to let him read in peace.

"I want to make holes too!" the child exclaimed.

Vladimir smiled expectantly at her joy.

"Didn't you want to play a moment ago?"

"This is much more fun," replied the child.

Vladimir could not find the courage to refuse and made room for the child to grab the shovel in his small hands. In the end, the child was more of a nuisance to him than anything else as he clearly did not have the strength to push the shovel into the ground.

But the child's happiness was worth it, once the hole for the rose bush was dug he turned back to Vladimir proud as a peacock.

"You see how strong we are!"

"Yes, I saw that, the rosebush will be very happy with the new home we made for it."

The little one's smile widened again. They continued to make a few more holes before the child started to get tired. Here, Vladimir put his own gloves on the child. They were far too big for him, but Vladimir preferred to prevent him from injuring himself with the rose bushes.

Gradually fatigue began to get the better of the child and rather than continue to help Vladimir with the gardening, he sat down in the grass and rubbed his eyes.

Vladimir hurriedly finished setting up his rosebushes, promising to continue first thing in the before crouching down in front of the child, who was looking at him with tired little eyes.

"You look very tired, my treasure," smiled the vampire. You've worked hard today, do you want to go to bed?"

The little nodded and reached out for Vladimir to carry him. Once in the vampire's arms, the child closed his eyes and fell asleep before he could reach his room.

Béliath :

He has a bit of trouble understanding why this child is alone in the forest and why he doesn't seem to be really scared. Not to sound ridiculous, but he only got lost once as a child and he thought he would die and never see his sister again. He's never cared for a human child but… shouldn't they react the same way normally?

Béliath thought the problem would be solved after taking him to the police station, but the child came back every night for a week and he completely gave up on the idea of dropping the child off at another police station when the child had travelled more than 40km back to the manor. The child didn't seem totally human after that and in the end it was better for him to stay safely with them than to fall prey to a hunter.

Apart from this detail, the child seems quite normal. He cries when he falls, has nightmares, demands bedtime stories and covers everyone with a shower of drawings that he carefully scribbles in front of the fireplace. The small living room is much more like a playroom than a living room now. The child's toys are strewn all over the room, as are his cuddly toys, and the only thing he seems to "tidy up" are the books that Vladimir and Raphael give him, which are always neatly placed on the coffee table.

The atmosphere in the manor has changed a lot since the little one lives with them. Beliath goes a little less often to the Moondance to be able to take care of him. Aaron is a bit more on guard about the visitors who might come. Vladimir is less depressed and Ivan comes out of his room more often to look after the child.

However, Beliath does not feel like a parent, at least not as much as Vladimir or Aaron. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't take care of the child. It is mainly him who cooks for the child. He felt sorry for the little the first time he saw Vladimir trying to cook pasta for him (overcooked pasta, inedible for the child, it stank of burning). Beliath tries to vary the food, as often as possible, he knows well enough the foods the child hates not to cook for him and he lets him choose the menu every Wednesday evening and so for the moment he only eats pizza on Wednesdays, but Beliath hopes that the child will eventually get bored and want to eat something else.

He is always the one the child comes to wake up when he has a nightmare. At first, Beliath thought that the child would prefer to wake up Aaron, but it is Aaron's snoring that scares him, so he does not dare to approach his room. However, Beliath has no trouble putting the child back to sleep, except when the child is convinced that there is a bear in his wardrobe or under his bed. Once, he had to empty the entire wardrobe to convince him that there was no one hiding inside.

He didn't resist for long before he started buying him dozens and dozens of clothes. The little one soon has a wardrobe as full as that of the incubus. Finally, the others are reassured by the fact that he does not yet have Beliath's taste in clothes, because for the moment the little one seems to love clothes with dinosaur motifs.

It might have been daytime, but Beliath had gone out with the child to shop. The child was growing fast and he had to buy new clothes before they became too small. Of course, he didn't mind and it even gave him a good excuse to go shopping.

He was getting used to it by now, and while the child played between the racks the vampire looked for clothes that might suit the little. Sometimes he would call him to ask his opinion on a jumper or pair of trousers and this would often result in a grimace from the child. Nevertheless, Beliath added it to the pile of clothes to try on. On other occasions, the child would come running to hand him a piece of clothing that he had found and wanted badly. This time it was Beliath who grinned, but he also added the garment to the pile to please the child.

At the end of the shopping trip and as usual, Beliath had bought enough clothes to clothe a whole class. Not all the clothes were to the child's liking, of course, as he was not allowed to play in the dirt in white clothes. But there were some clothes that the child liked, such as a bambi jumper or light-up trainers. Especially the light-up trainers, the child held the box tightly against him with all his little strength, no doubt that nobody could have stolen it without having to take the child with it.

"Well, I think we can go… Vladimir is going to kill me for spending money, but I think I'll get over it…

"No, he can't do that, it's not nice to do that. I don't agree!" the child protested immediately.

Beliath smiled at the reaction of the little, who had even dropped his shoebox with one hand to cling to the incubus' sleeve.

"Don't worry, my bunny, I'm exaggerating."

"Really?"

"Yes, anyway, if he's not happy, he does have to come shopping with us."

"Yes! If he's not happy, he should have come with us," the child repeated with conviction, then after a moment of silence he changed his mind. "No, if he comes we won't go and eat a pancake…"

"Because you want a pancake now," laughs Beliath.

"Bah... I've been trying on clothes for hours. I'm entitled to a pancake now."

"Okay, okay," smiled Beliath. "I'll pay and then we'll go buy a pancake."

The child nodded happily, already dreaming of the huge pancake he was going to make Beliath buy.

Ivan :

At first he was really scared of hurting him so he didn't really dare get too close. He didn't even come out of his room for the first week for fear of hurting him and when he had to pass each other in the manor he always made sure that someone else was with him.

Then he noticed that he had no desire to attack the child. The child could fall in the garden without him being bothered by the smell of its blood. This was miraculous for him, so he started to look after it a bit more.

Not being the youngest in the manor is a real relief, especially now that there is someone who considers him if not a parental figure at least a big brother and he feels extremely happy when the little one looks at him with eyes of wonder only because he has cut his meat or fixed the wheel on his little car. He has also bought several CDs of nursery rhymes that the child loves to dance to. He always regrets not having a camera to film the child when he does it, these are far too fun memories and he would like to keep them to show him later.

He helped Aaron build the child's cabin-bed. Ivan found it very fun to build, it was the kind of bed he would have dreamed of as a child. Then he decorated the interior himself with little strings of lights.

He helps the child to paint the little wooden dinosaurs that Aaron creates for him. Some of them end up with strange colours, like a pink tyrannosaurus, or a fluorescent yellow triceratops.

He sometimes takes the child to the town's playground. He's sure he's scared humans before, because the story of a strangely dressed adult and a small child playing in the park at midnight sounds like a good start to a creepypasta, but it doesn't disturb the child, and as far as Ivan is concerned, as long as the child doesn't talk to any imaginary friends in the park, he feels pretty serene. Moreover, it happens from time to time that other children of supernatural creatures meet in the park to play. This allows the child to play with other children of his age.

Ivan told him about Indiana Jones once, but Vladimir thinks it's far too violent for him to watch. But ever since Ivan told him about it, the child has wanted to become an archaeologist. Because of this, Vladimir has been forced to give him a corner of the garden where the child can dig as much as he wants.

It is also Ivan who buys him the noisiest toys, because of course the child absolutely needs that xylophone or that little car that honks the horn constantly or that little robot that sings and dances. This is largely to annoy Vladimir, who in any case does not dare to hide the child's noisy toys for fear of making him sad.

Ivan plays a lot of games with the child, whether it's 1, 2, 3, sunshine or Simon Says, but the ones he plays mainly because it's the child's favourite game is hide and seek. He finds it quite amusing, because at the moment the child is content to hide behind curtains or under blankets so he is never very difficult to find, especially when he hears him laughing from his hiding place.

The last night the child had come to wake him up by jumping on his bed with all the energy that a well-fed, well-rested child has. He had some trouble calming him down, even more so when the child started asking him to play with him. Ivan sighed, mumbled, but finally gave in.

"You're the one who's hiding!" exclaimed the child, "and I'm the one who finds you, okay?

"Okay, but you think you can find me easily?"

The child frowned, seeming to think for a moment, and then he dared his shoulders. "Yes, I think it will be easy."

While the boy was counting, Ivan hid in the cellar behind the old chest of drawers, at the child's age, he would never have dared to enter this frightening and badly lit room. It was the most unkempt room in the manor, and Vladimir had a tendency to get upset as soon as someone set foot in it.

He held his breath as he saw the door open, a thin stream of light shone on his face for a moment and he hid a little more in the darkness. The child stuck his head in the doorway. Ivan moved back a little more, in this position he could no longer see him. He waited, then the door creaked shut. The young vampire smiled and was about to get up to surprise the child in the kitchen when a small hand rested on his shoulder. Ivan jumped violently, which made the child burst out laughing.

"Caught!" exclaimed the child.

He was a little offended, not enough to be angry with the child, but enough to feel ridiculous. The worst thing was that it wasn't the first time the child had startled him like that.

"Vladimir said that no one was allowed to enter the cellar," Ivan retorted.

"Then why are you hiding inside?" the child replied, crossing his little arms like Vladimir does when he is angry. "You're the one who made a mistake, not me."

The argument between them could have gone on for a long time if Ivan had not heard a slight noise coming from the kitchen.

"Shh!"

"You shush!" replied the child.

"There's someone in the kitchen," Ivan whispered, crouching down behind the chest of drawers again. The child immediately followed his movement and a few seconds later the door opened to let Vladimir in.

"Ivan?"

The child put his hand over his elder's mouth, making big eyes at him to shut him up, luckily Ivan had no desire to be yelled at by Vladimir and hid behind the chest of drawers a little more.

Vladimir remained silent for a moment, his eyes darting around the dimly lit room, then finally he sighed and left. Ivan stepped aside and motioned to the child to remain silent before slowly walking to the door to try and see under the gap if Vladimir had really left.

He was so focused on his task that he did not hear the child walking towards him and so was startled a second time when he heard the boy whisper in his ear.

"I think Vava's gone."

"I… Stop doing that, please!"

The boy smiled at him with his most innocent expression, no doubt one stolen from Raphael. Ivan sighed.

"I hope he's gone."

The young man got to his feet and gently turned the knob before sticking his head through the doorway, the child imitated him, then seeing no sign of Vladimir, they hurried out.

Aaron :

He was the most suspicious about the child at first. A child, alone, always reappearing in front of the manor. It made him think of a demon almost immediately. But he seemed to be the only one, because although Beliath also found the child's reappearances strange he didn't seem to be really worried.

In the end, he doesn't really know what this child is, but apart from the way he always appears silently in a room, he seems to be a normal little child. And above all, Vladimir seems to have become very attached to him and he doesn't really have the courage to take the child away from him now that the aristocrat is organising his nights around the child.

To be honest, he has a bit of trouble with children so young. He doesn't really know how to deal with them and he feels a bit awkward. He is afraid to hurt them, afraid to scare them. Moreover, the child was afraid of him at first. It must be said that with his big voice and his bear-like build, he scares most children who are not werewolves. It took a while for the child to stop looking at him as if he was going to eat him alive.

He and Ivan redecorated the entire room to match the child's wishes. He built the bed-cabin as well as the wardrobe and the desk. The child "helped" her a little by putting one or two screws in the bed before considering that it was far too tiring to continue. After that, the child would watch them work or go and play in the living room.

He tried to explain several times to the child that there was no bear in his room and that it was only him snoring in his sleep, but the child refused to believe him and was certain that Aaron was hiding a bear in his room.

He carved wooden toys for the child, at first he made him little horses, but it soon became clear that the child didn't care about horses and only wanted dinosaurs. He must have spent a lot of time looking at dinosaur drawings to be able to carve some that the child will like. In the end, the result was conclusive because the child plays a lot with his figurines. He even takes them to eat at the table with him.

He also built him a small sailboat which the child loves to sail on the lake near the manor. Aaron has found himself having to go swimming in the lake several times to retrieve the boat that has wandered away. At times he suspects that the child is doing it on purpose, but he doesn't dare accuse him because he doesn't want to argue with Vladimir about the child.

He built a small wooden sword for the child, but for the moment the child is content with wanting to hunt dragons to recover treasures that are nothing more than the sweets that Raphael gives him.

He sometimes takes him for walks in the forest, but they never go very far because the child gets tired quite quickly and especially because Vladimir is worried when the child is not in the house with them. The child spends a lot of time collecting pebbles to paint them or to sail his wooden boat on the lake.

The child had asked Aaron to go and play in the forest with him. The wolf had quickly given in, happy to have a good excuse to be able to walk in the forest again without Vladimir blaming him for never being with them at the manor. The moon lit the path well and it was a beautiful night. The child collected pebbles and put them in his bucket so that he could paint them and give them away when he returned to the manor.

Unfortunately, things don't always go as smoothly as usual and the child, absorbed in his harvest, ended up tripping over a root. Aaron stood still waiting for the child's reaction to know how to react. He couldn't have hurt himself much anyway when he fell, but you never knew when a child would cry after a fall or start running again as if nothing had happened.

Tonight, however, this seemed to be the first reaction. After a moment of silence, a small, plaintive whimper was heard, followed by a cry. Aaron quickly stepped over the distance to get the child to his feet, and as he had guessed, the child had nothing but a bit of dirt and a few scratches on his hands.

"It's nothing, my bunny, Don't worry."

The child gave him a tearful look before holding out his little arms to the adult. The wolf sighed, but did not resist the child and took the little one in his arms.

"It hurts," the boy cried, looking at his hands.

"You want us to go the home and disinfect?"

The child did not answer immediately and glanced unhappily at his bucket full of stones. Aaron sighed.

"Of course, we're taking the rocks home with us too."

"Then I want to go home!"

On the way back the child began to calm down, the little wiped his eyes with his sleeves, it was probably more fear and fatigue that made him cry than the pain of the fall. And once back home the fall was already totally forgotten.

Aaron took advantage of the child's calm to teach him how to disinfect wounds, the little was curious enough to listen attentively and to want to try his turn. The gestures were not yet very precise and the child winced more than once after pressing too hard, but after a few minutes, the scratches had been completely disinfected.

After that, l'enfant didn't forget to ask Aaron for some sweets and got his pebbles to go and paint them in the small living room.

Raphaël :

Like everyone else at the manor, Raphael wondered what a child was doing alone in the forest and especially at night. However, the child's lack of fear did not surprise her. If he had the opportunity to escape from his parents' surveillance to go and play in the forest at night, he did so without hesitation and he even did it several times, much to his parents' dismay at the time.

He didn't wonder either when he saw the child coming back to the manor every night. And he was quite happy to see that the child seemed to bring a smile to Vladimir's face. Even though the manor was a bit noisier now, he saw no reason why he should not keep the child.

He's not the best at care with a young child and Raphael would probably get on better with the kid if he were a bit older. This is mainly because he doesn't really know how children that young work. He is too trusting and often forgets that at that age they don't have the same notion of danger as adults.

He sometimes forgets to watch him, to make sure he doesn't get hurt. After all, he used to walk around his hometown as a child without supervision, why shouldn't this child? It has even become a point of contention with Vladimir, lhe last time Aaron found the boy near the marsh, but Raphael doesn't really see the problem. Vladimir does, and now he doesn't want to leave the child in Raphael's care.

Of course, Raphael is a bit offended because he doesn't really consider himself to be irresponsible and he just thinks that others worry too much. Finally, he was almost never under the supervision of his parents and he did not die! That's proof that the boy is safe, isn't it? Beliath replied that "Just because you miraculously came out of it alive doesn't mean that it's the case for all children."

However, Raphael enjoys looking after the child. He often tells him stories and even agrees to play with the child and his dinosaurs, although he does not always understand why the child is so keen to invite his dinosaurs for tea.

Also, one thing the child loves about Raphael is that the vampire always listens to what he says. Even when the other adults seem genuinely bored, Raphael keeps asking him about his day and his games.

Raphael gave the child the vast majority of the stuffed animals. He also gives him sweets very often. He tries to be discreet enough so that the others don't see him, because after spending the night stuffing himself with sweets, the child is no longer hungry at mealtime and Raphaël is shouted at by Vladimir or Beliath for having given the child too many sweets.

He also enjoys cooking with the child, even though the kitchen is always dirty afterwards. The child has already spilled two packets of flour and still has a lot of trouble breaking eggs accurately.

The child had come to look for Raphael in the library to ask him to cook with him. At first, Raphael tried to get out of it by promising him sweets and to cook together tomorrow if he would let him finish his book quietly. But a child who has been educated largely by Vladimir and Beliath knows how to get what he wants.

The little one insisted, jumping up and down beside him, insisting again and again, while promising never to bother him again if he agreed. Finally Raphael sighed and in desperation followed the child into the kitchen.

Raphael has decided to make an apple pie, it's easy to do, quick and no one in the manor will blame him for stuffing the child with sweets, after all, fruit is good for the health.

Raphael let the child peel apples because he insisted on doing so. This did not last long, however, as Vladimir entered the kitchen and ended up yelling at Raphael for having the audacity to leave a peeler in his little treasure's hands.

Vladimir left a few minutes later and Raphael didn't need to see the child to know that he had stuck his tongue out at Vladimir as soon as the vampire left the kitchen before picking up the peeler from the counter.

"Vladimir said no," said Raphael, smiling.

"What?" asked the child in an innocent voice. "I didn't hear."

Raphael laughed before hurriedly peeling the remaining apples and cutting them up. Then he let the child choose the arrangement of the apples in the pie tin.

While arranging the apples, the child told him about his last outing to the park with Ivan. The little had met a little werewolf with whom the child had played hide-and-seek all night. The child hoped to see her again this week to play with her again.

Raphael listened attentively and continued to talk to the child even after he had put the apple pie in the oven. After talking about his outing to the park, the little told him about the new book Vladimir had bought him, then about the pizza Beliath had made especially for him, before telling him about the new repairs Aaron had made to his wooden boat.

Once the child started talking, there was no stopping him and he was so happy that Raphael listened patiently and asked him questions about his day that the child couldn't help but bounce around the kitchen telling him everything he had done.

While Raphael took the apple pie out of the oven, the child went to his room to get his dinosaurs and some of his favourite stuffed animals to have a snack. Of course, Raphael had to make small talk with the stuffed animals, which the child really enjoyed.

Ethan :

He didn't say anything when they discovered the child in the manor. Of course, Beliath immediately found his behaviour strange, Ethan not making any unpleasant comments, it's like Raphael started insulting her, it makes no sense. Ethan was very relieved when Beliath took the child to a police station, even though he had nightmares all day because of it.

However, the child returned the next day and the night after. When Vladimir demanded that the child stay and the others agreed, Ethan thought he would have a heart attack. No one wants to see this child go more than he does. It's not that he hates him or doesn't love him. It's just that he's so afraid that something will happen to him because of him. He doesn't sleep during the day and that's all he thinks about, and if…

What if he couldn't protect him, what if he got hurt, what if he got sick, what if, what if... He knows that he is cold and unsympathetic, but he is terrified that the kid will come near him, terrified that he will lose another child. Besides, apart from Beliath, everyone blamed him at the beginning.

The last thing Ethan wants is for it to happen again. And now that everyone has grown attached to the little, they'd be devastated if it happened, he couldn't stand it either. His friends would really hate him and he doesn't want to be guilty of a child's death again.

He was forced to explain to the others why he wanted nothing to do with the child. He didn't really go into details and even though he was a bit afraid that the others wouldn't listen to him and would insist that he take care of the child, it was just the opposite. The boys are very careful not to leave him alone with the child and even when he has no choice, they are careful not to leave him too long under his supervision.

It was daylight, the sun had been up for a few hours now, but Ethan couldn't sleep, so he paced the mansion like a grieving soul still distressed by the presence of the kid in his home. After pacing the mansion in search of sleep, Ethan finally sat down in the small living room. He didn't hear the child's small steps coming down the stairs. So the vampire jumped when his tired little voice rang out in the living room.

"I had a nightmare… "

Ethan stood still for a few seconds, as frightened as if he had just run into a ghost. The child had just come into the living room, a stuffed triceratops in one hand and Bambi in the other. The little one seemed a bit lost with his tired eyes. "You have to… you have to go back to bed."

"Yes… but I'm scared all by myself… There's a bear growling near my room…" The child's little voice is as plaintive as it is tired, the little one rubs his eyes before walking over to Ethan on the couch. "I don't want to be alone."

His throat is so tight that Ethan can hardly speak.

"It's only Aaron."

"But Aaron is a wolf, not a bear," the child protested.

Ethan says nothing, the child is already reaching out to him to be carried. He knows that the child is safe in the manor, that neither he nor the child will be hurt, but he is still afraid.

He hesitates for a moment, it is as if his blood has frozen in his body, as if his limbs are paralysed. He finds it hard to breathe, because the child is so small and fragile and he knows that he will never be able to protect him, he has already failed once… but the little continues to reach out to him and her gaze pierces him painfully. The child can't understand why Ethan doesn't seem to like him, when everyone else does. Ethan sees this and despite his fear, he slowly moves towards the child.

It's usually Beliath who takes care of this, but Beliath is sleeping at the Moondance today. Ethan gets up to pick up the kid, he feels like he weighs a ton and that he'll never make it up to the kid's room without having an anxiety attack, yet he manages to move forward while the kid rests his head on his shoulder chewing on Bambi's paw.

Arriving in the child's room, Ethan gently laid him on the bed. The child clung to his hand. In the next room you could hear Aaron snoring.

"Stay until I sleep… please…" asks the child.

"Can't you sleep alone?"

"Beliath always stays there with me," the little protested.

"I know… but Beliath isn't here…, Ethan tries to justify leaving.

"Why won't you stay with me? I am good."

Yes, of course, but…

Ethan was silent for a moment, still anxious. But he didn't feel able to walk away and risk making the child cry. So he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Okay, I'll stay, but not for long."

The little one quickly fell asleep with a firm grip on his hand. Even completely asleep, he doesn't seem to want to let go. And Ethan doesn't dare move for fear of waking him up.

The little one quickly fell asleep with a firm grip on his hand. Even completely asleep, he doesn't seem to want to let go. And Ethan didn't dare move for fear of waking him up. Ethan had to wait another hour before the little one let go of his hand to grab his triceratops plush. The vampire took the opportunity to leave the room quickly. He was both reassured and happy to have succeeded in putting the child back to sleep without having to wake anyone else.

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Your fics are absolutely lovely. I wonder what gives you the inspiration to write such interesting pieces. And yeah, could you please do a Top!Rhaegar x Bottom!Ned (NOT ABO) story where for some reason Ned gives birth to twins (essentially Robb and Jon but they're Targaryen)? Like the pregnancy could be attributed to the hidden Velaryon bloodline they have when Cregan hid TemporaryAmnesiacLucerys or Rhaegar just literally bred Ned thoroughly stuff.

Hello honey! First of all, thank you so much, it's really touching to hear. Here it is, sorry it took so long, hope you like it. ♡

And to answer you... this is a such a good question. I don't really have an answer tbh, it's all... vibes? I feel like writing? I write. At the end of this shitty day, I put all my issues to the side and I read or write. I think that many of us consume content for this reason. As I mostly do requests, if my work can make someone happy a few minutes in their life, even if they are bound to forget it the next day, it makes it all worth it. I'm glad I can leave a part of me out there.

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⸻Tell Me That You Mean It

Rhaegar Targaryen x Ned Stark (Mostly Fluff / Smut)

⸻Summary: A dragon and a wolf love story knows no end.

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst, (a bit?), Mostly Fluff, Unspecified Timeline/Settings, Young Adults Characters, Maybe OOC, (I don’t know the characters very well), Kisses, Hugs, Mpreg, Anal Sex, Aftercare, No beta once I sneezed 8 times in a row

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Notes: I got inspired to do something smutty and fluffy for the young Rhaegar/Ned relationship. Lots of fluff and fluff with some more fluff, little bit of angst too (?), mpreg not explained it exists because I said so. Requested by anon I hope you like it. ♡

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The wind brushed the leaves, air embracing the trees like tender arms around a body. A frail figure sat there, resting under the dance of the branches. Eyes closed, Ned focused on the sounds around him, breath steady.

“You left training without waiting for me.”

The voice came from behind him, accompanied by rapid and confident footsteps. Leaves cracked under the boots. Ned turned his head, cold face meeting with the young white haired man approaching him.

“You could just tell me if you didn’t want to see me…”. Rhaegar smirked, smug face as he kneeled next to his Stark friend.

Ned eyebrows’ frowned, eyes staring deep into the lilac orbs as if it was trying to decipher them.

“Oh relax”, Rhaegar laughed, hand reaching to pinch Ned’s cheek, “That wasn’t a reproach, merely a remark.”

Ned squirmed away from the touch, not without a shy smile on his lips.

“I was just tired.”, he sighed, “I wanted some calm, I found it here.”

“Uh, I see.” Rhaegar looked up to the trees, the beautiful features on his face emphasized by the daylight. Ned stared at them with great fascination. Often he wondered if the gods had created something more beautiful than his long-time companion.

“Starring again?”

Rhaegar smiled as he met Ned’s doe eyes. The Stark’s fingernails scratched the fabric covering his legs, drawing Rhaegar’s attention.

“Rumor has it, I do make you nervous.”

“I-I’m sorry?”

Avoiding the man’s burning gaze, Ned lowered his eyes to his feet,cheeks flushed.

“You are not usually like this when we are only together“, whispered Rhaegar, his voice both pained but comforting, “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.” Ned breathed heavily, feet kicking the leaves, digging in the dirt.

“There are so many things in your eyes I can’t stop staring at them.”

Ned exhaled, lips curling into a soft smile. He nodded, not quite sure how to say it.

“So what is it?”, insisted Rhaegar, leaned in so his head aligned with Ned’s.

“Not much”, he breathed, the wind blew around them, pushing them against another, “It’s the people… looking at us.” He fled the lilac’s eyes, the words sounded so stupid spoken outside of his mind.

“Does that make you nervous?”. Rhaegar always looked so relaxed about everything. Like he walked a path of confidence and nothing or no one could unsettled him. His pale hand reached for Ned’s paler one, digits gently brushing the skin.

“Your hands are so warm for a winter boy.”

“It doesn’t make me nervous.” mumbled Ned, this time meeting Rhaegar’s touch with delight, “It was stupid but I still think about it.”

“It’s not stupid if it hurts you”, added Rhaegar, smug still on his face as his eyes were ablaze. Mischief crossed his face as his hand left Ned’s to meet his waist, fingers digging in the leather.

“What are you-”

“I prefer when you laugh, Ned”, he smirked, arms crossing around his chest, moving behind him.

“You are insufferable”, sighed Ned, his cheek meeting with Rhaegar’s nose.

“You like it.”

“Never said I didn- Gods stop!”, Ned bit his lips as he felt Rhaegar hands move around his waist and chest, “Tickling?! How old are you-”

“You are so sensitive… here”, Rhaegar’s fingers dug into the other man’s ribs, Ned emitted a short and surprised gasp as he turned his flushed face to the Targaryen, “Oh I love that face”, he whispered against Ned’s neck, air burning against the warm flesh. A wide smile was painted on Ned’s face as he wriggled around to escape Rhaegar’s playful assault. “Here too!”, the Targaryen shouted, digit pushing against Ned’s lower back.

“F-fuck off!”, laughed Ned, elbow gently hitting Rhaegar in the stomach.

“Oh.”

The two men stopped, Ned throwing a glance behind him, afraid he hurt his friend. Rhaegar just looked stupidly shocked.

“Who taught you that word…”, murmured Rhaegar leaning in so his breath imprinted on Ned’s skin, shivering under it.

“I wonder.”, he hissed, pushing his face away, standing up.

The Targaryen was a bit too swift on his foot as he followed the Stark’s motions, legs tangled together as they hit the floor. Rhaegar bursted out laughing.

“What the hell.”

“Gods! Another one?”, smirked Rhaegar, crawling his thin figure above Ned, “Got more words like that for me?”

Ned crossed his arms, falsely vexed. The Targaryen held himself on his hands, locking Ned’s body under his.

“What now?”

Rhaegar’s purple eyes wandered from the bottom to the top, slowly.

“Can I sit?”

Ned scoffed at the question. He was often overpowered by Rhaegar, there was little he could do to stop him.

“It’s not like I could stop you.”

“I wouldn’t force you.”, spoke Rhaegar, eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer. Ned nodded, a little sigh leaving his mouth as the Targaryen happily leaned in.

Smiling, Rhaegar rested on his elbows, hands maintaining his face above Ned.

“You look great like that.”

There was a long silence, a time of reunion and gazing as they stared both at each other face, their minds imprinting each detail like they would never see one another again. Words weren’t spoken, yet mouths were put to use. Rhaegar lowered his head to brush Ned’s lips, the man softly breathed, pausing a second, waiting for any kind of invitation. He was soon met with Ned's warmth as the young man closed the distance between them. Their lips collapsed as the wind blew in their ears, the coldness of it a perfect contrast of the hotness on their respective skins. Rhaegar took control, as he always did, pushing Ned’s head back onto the floor, his mouth capturing the bottom lip, tongue tracing the line of it until he was invited in. The men drown into each other embrace, the wetness and warmth of Ned's mouth tasted like honey on Rhaegar’s tongue. None of them could say how much time passed, they lost the ability to breathe the moment their bodies met, nothing else was important anymore.

Noises were heard around them, voices and footsteps. Rhaegar broke the kiss to look around, much less worried than Ned. The Stark grabbed his companion's leather clothes, pulling him closer, his fingernails scratching the fabric in newfound need.

“We should go.”, whispered Rhaegar, a large smile on his lips, focusing his attention back on Ned, “Or maybe you’re fine with being found under me in the woods but-”

“You don’t have to leave so soon.”, breathed Ned, face still standing close to Rhaegar, his lips wanting to capture the Targaryen’s again.

“I should. But join me tonight”, Rhaegar smirked, “Maybe I’ll show you something.”

The man got up, turning his heels away from Ned as he left, the Stark still sitting on the floor, watching his lover disappear behind the trees.

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“I missed you so much.”

Ned turned to meet the voice he knew so well. The balcony was bathed in darkness, it was deep into the night already when Rhaegar arrived. Finally.

“It’s only been a few hours.”, commented Ned.

“And?”, laughed Rhaegar, “I still did.” He crawled to sit next to him, this time their shoulders met as he rested his chin on it, looking deep into the eyes staring back at him. “I did miss you. I always do.”

Ned was surprised, but he met the embrace with enthusiasm. Leaning closer he met Rhaegar’s lips again. It was more needy than the first one. Like they both starved for something buried deep within another, something that hadn’t been spoken yet.

“What did you want to show me.”, whispered Ned against Rhaegar’s face, their noses brushing.

Leaving his lover’s lips only a second, catching their breaths, Rhaegar moved in front of him, knees between the Stark’s thighs as he parted them gently. A soft gasp escaped Ned but he didn’t move, letting himself be manhandled to Rhaegar’s will.

“Will you let me show you?”

A confused smile appeared on Ned's lips, but he nodded, allowing Rhaegar’s touches to go further. His hands went to cup his face tenderly, thumbs grazing the skin, his eyes were cold but his skin was burning under Rhaegar’s palms.

“What is the status of us?”

The question cut the Targaryen short, standing still, trying to decipher the words.

“What do you mean?”, scoffed Rhaegar. He was too lost in the touches already to think.

“You know what I mean.”

Rhaegar shrugged his shoulders, fingers tracing Ned’s shirt, stopping on his waist.

“I fail to understand where this is going.”

“W-we-”, Ned mumbled, the words escaped him with difficulty, shyness missed with a certain feeling of shame, despite laying only in frail clothes in front of Rhaegar’s burning gaze, “We hang o-out. We ki-. I mean we-”

“Kissed, yes”, continued Rhaegar, hands on Ned thighs as his thumbs drew circles on the fabric.

“Then what are we?”, murmured Ned.

Rhaegar hesitated for a second. It has been so much time now. It felt so natural for him yet… yet Ned wasn’t wrong. What were they?

“We are…”, he paused, the words would never feel wrong, but he only realized now that he never spoke them, “We were friends, then very close friends, training partners, even closer friends”, in his mind he remembered all the moments, all the tenderness, all the first times, “We are two young men in love.”

“That’s what we are?”

“You are not?”, worries filled Rhaegar’s voice. What were they?, “In love?”

“You never said it.”

Rhaegar paused, eyes wandering on the younger man’s body he wished to show all his love to.

“Neither did you.”

Ned shook his head, lowering it as his fingernails pressed into the back of his hands. He was desperate to meet Rhaegar’s embrace again, maybe he should have never spoken.

“I know you are very keen on honor and this stuff-”

“It’s not that!”

The Targaryen stopped his motions, it felt like time did with him as he observed Ned's pained face.

“I j-just-”, he mumbled, trying to regain a sort of composure, his shoulders straight, rigid, face turned toward Rhaegar, “I just didn’t think you did.”

“You didn’t think I was serious all this time?”

“We hid, we ran away, we acted like… it wasn’t happening”, Ned raised his hands, shoulders shrugging in a slow movement, “It didn’t feel serious. It never felt real.”

“It always was to me…” Rhaegar leaned closer, lips kissing the Stark’s temple as his palm rested on his thighs. Ned immediately responded to his touch, arms crossing around the man’s chest, head resting on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry then.”

Rhaegar laughed, hands gently patting Ned’s back. The man moved backward, cheeks flushed and eyes tearing up, confusion filling them.

“What are you sorry for?”, mewled Rhaegar, lips brushing against Ned as he felt his smile, “For being in love with me? Uh, you’re not so wrong.”

“N-no!”, muttered Ned, head moving back, hands resting on the man’s waist, fingers shaking as they played with the fabric resting there, “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t, if that makes you feel better.”, Rhaegar’s digits played with the soft fabric on his collar, his eyes fixated on the little patches of pearl white skin he could see.

Ned nodded, the small smile on his face growing larger, observing Rhaegar’s gaze devouring him.

“So”, he paused, unsure, “About what you wanted to show me.”

“Hm”, hummed Rhaegar, the air tense around them, “I thought we could finally try… cuddling.”

“That’s how you call it?”, sighed Ned, lips painted back in a shy smile.

“You struggled to say that we kissed”, smirked Rhaegar, “I’m just trying to use your words.”

Ned laughed, raising a hand to muffle the sound.

“I mean you said ‘fuck off’ earlier”, commented Rhaegar, digits teasingly brushing Ned’s collarbone, “Maybe I’m being a little bit too naive about your supposed innocence.”

“I know a lot of these words.”, breathed Ned, “I just don’t use them like you do.”

An eyebrow raised, Rhaegar smirked gently. His kindness, his shyness, his patience, his tenderness, he wanted to possess it all. Hold him into his hands forever.

“If you let me, I’ll show you, love.” The words filled Ned’s ears, mind and heart like no other words ever did. He couldn’t say anything, he simply smiled and nodded as Rhaegar’s hands guided him to lay on the floor under him. The Targaryen moved above gently, steady on his knee, as a hand moved to cup Ned’s face.

“Am I being your first time?”, he whispered into Ned’s ear, learning over him, legs parted away above Ned’s waist.

The question was so genuine, Ned scoffed at first. Rhaegar’s usual teasing was replaced with loving features and gentle detail dancing on his face.

“Y-you are.”

Rhaegar stood up abruptly, hands raised in this air in a ridiculously exaggerated motion.

“Oh that’s making me nervous now!”

Ned scoffed, amused by the man’s humor.

“Come on now.”, he purred, “I don’t think you want to keep me waiting.”

“Wow My Lord…”, laughed Rhaegar, “I didn’t expect that from you.”

“Everything for you, Your Grace.”

Rhaegar scoffed at the name, lowering his body against Ned’s. They lips met once again, for what felt like the first time again. It was indecisive but loving, hesitant but soft. Both their shaking hands reached for the other’s shirt, collapsing, tangled as they discarded their clothes. The motions were clumsy, hips grinding against one another, wet lips battling noisily, moans exchanged as naked bodies rutted. Rhaegar lowered his head, dizzy with the warmth surrounding them, his mouth tracing the curves of the other man’s body, his lips wandering everywhere they could. Ned's figure shivered, jolting to meet with every of the soft touches. It felt just right, just where they both should be.

The air hit their burning skin, Ned gasped at the sensation, but soon he was taken in hand, handled lovingly. The strokes were slow but precise, the digits tracing the curves, lips meeting with the tender skin, teeth nibbling at the sensitive buds. Forehead pressed together, mouths collapsed, moans and grunts escaping the barriers of flesh. Hard members rubbing, fingers playing at one entrance. Everytime it pushed, Ned squirmed under the weight of the body above him, inviting him further in, reaching for the perfect spots inside. Rhaegar breathed softly, eyes hungry, gaze meeting with his lover. He wanted for any words, anything, a signal into the night that would seal this love forever. Hands on the back on his neck pulled him closer, lips collapsing in a hot and lustful embrace. His hands moved lower and lower, digits coated in wetness, rim inviting under the touch of his warm head. Lips brushed one another as he pushed in, feeding off Ned’s soft gasp. Rhaegar’s thumbs drew circles on his cheeks, encouraging words leaving his mouth as he possessed him whole, once, and for all.

“I love you.”

The days and the weeks went by. The leaves on the trees danced and changed colors. Ned and Rhaegar met again. In the woods. On training grounds, under the rain and on the sea. Everywhere they went love followed. Ned had invited Rhaegar in the coldness of the North, where his house stood. He had joined in great delight, wanting to discover the wonders of the region at his lover’s side. Maybe the cold could be a good excuse to keep each other warm every night.

“Can we stay like this forever?”, Ned whispered, sheets covering the naked pair. Fingers intertwined, palms meeting, they looked into each other's eyes. Something that was once buried deep down was now full grown, blossoming like spring leaves they once used to stare at for hours.

*

As desired as it was, the pregnancy still surprised them both. Ned the most, since he was the one bearing. The changes to his body were the hardest to deal with, the second were his dragon's constant worry at his side. Dare he left the bed, Rhaegar would rush to him, questions escaping his mouths and it felt like he could only but produce worry with his tongue. It had Ned smiling often, desperate to soothe his anxiety. They would walk together outside, Rhaegar would talk about the hundred things they could do with the little one, everything he would show him and teach him.

“I’ll be fine.”, Ned whispered softly, cupping his lover’s face. Rhaegar would walk ten thousand steps into the room everytime Ned breathed. His tenderness accompanied his companion in every motion as the months passed by.

“You can sleep, I’ll keep you both safe.”, Rhaegar murmured at night, waiting for his young lover to fall into sleep’s embrace. Watching his soft face rest at his side, cherishing every moment they had together until they were rocked by, to their grand surprise, two little high pitched voices calling for their attention.

The day of the delivery, Rhaegar refused to leave Ned’s side. Palms pressed together as the labor started. They encountered several complications but yet here they were. They. Twins there were, to the men’s surprise. Two little blonde figures, dragon's blood pulsing through their veins, much like their father. The room was calm as the little ones were cradled in their fathers’ loving arms.

“What should we name them?”

Rhaegar smiled, contemplating the two little swollen, sleeping faces. They had discussed that a lot, unable to choose between two names they loved much. Maybe fate did things well.

“Since we couldn’t decide… Why not use both?”

Ned observed the soft faces laying in their arms, unsure.

“That would fit for little Targaryen?”, he questioned, eyes raised toward Rhaegar who looked confident, like he always did.

“I’m sure it will.”

A smile appeared on the Stark’s lips as his face met the little foreheads.

“Jon and Robb, it shall be then.”

[crowcat-writes]

HYPHEN ANON HERE SKZ (the group that made youtiful) IS MY ULT GROUP TIME TO RANT!! I LOVE YOU FOR LETTING ME DO THIS :3 :3 :3 I swear if this ask doesn't send..

okay so this group, stray kids, was fully debuted 03/15/2018! it was formed by the survival show called, well, stray kids! there are eight members (and three subunits they're in. 3racha is the producer subunit, formed predebut)

bangchan (3racha) - the leader, he's a workaholic and very silly. wait all the members are actually. aussie boy who hates pineapple burgers "there is a piece of pineapple. in my burgah'". his skzoo is a wolf!

lee know/lee minho (danceracha) - the most cat person to ever cat person. absolute dance machine. he almost got kicked out from stray kids but got put back before debut. his skzoo is a bunny!

changbin (3racha) - oh the things I could say about this man... (he's my bias <3) main rapper, and he's like, crazy fuckin good. like faster than eminem good. his girl group dance covers EATTT. his skzoo is a dwaekki! (part bunny part pig thing)

hyunjin (danceracha) - changbins wife (wait nvm I think its the other way around? I don't remember) also a really good dancer, with some fire raps too. his skzoo is a ferret!

han (3racha) - the babygirl ever, but he's also a crazy good rapper. accidentally started an "aye domino❗❗" cult, you could check duolingo or even the domino pizza social media accounts to see for yourself. writes songs like he's going through his 4th divorce. his skzoo is a quokka!

felix (danceracha) - he looks so cute, right? wait until you hear his voice bro, he goes DEEP. also aussie, and like minho, almost got kicked out of the group. his skzoo is a chick!

seungmin (vocalracha) - "seungmin in the building!!" jyps (their boss) biggest opp. funniest member, when he says something the entire group dies. his skzoo is a puppy!

i.n./jeongin (vocalracha) - cutie patootie. maknae on top (he has a song dedicated to how much of the best maknae, or youngest, he is) im so in love with his vocals, just like how all the members are in love with him. his skzoo is a fennec fox!

youtiful is in the 5 star album, their 3rd most recent album! (2nd most recent is rockstar, most recent is the ate album that came out July 19th) they're super talented and they're on tour right now!! you should check out the solo stages they did cause GOD DAMN!!

They sound cool, might check’em out if I ever wanna sample K-pop!

i am SO sorry but my first thought about the Skzoo thing is “so that’s their fursona?” (I am a furry this is not in any sense derogatory)

<3

[anadorablack]

Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice) 🎥🎬📺

[Let's go crazy over this 😘]

Jesus, @redfurrycat, do you want to murder me??? Choosing only TEN characters is like choosing between my children!!! :O (And significant others, but you get my meaning)

Alright, let's try... Sorry in advance to all those I forget... :/

Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

I think I can say with utter honesty that Loki was the first (of many) antihero(es) I fell in love with. The complexity of this man (God, sorry darling), his backstory, the tragedy of it, while remaining true to himself and to those he deems worthy of his trust and love... It's all...*chef's kiss*. And YES, I'm talking about MCU Loki because I love him most, but I also adore Comic!Loki and NorseMythology!Loki. ;)

2. Nymphadora Tonks (Wizarding World)

I could have chosen her husband (MY husband) Remus because I LOOOOOOOVE him with all my heart, but I chose Tonks instead. You've got to understand. When the fifth book came out, I was a teenager, I was awkward, different. I dyed my hair, I was clumsy, too clever for my own good, and I was a bit of a loner. All that made me feel miserable, because why couldn't I just be like everyone else? Then, in came Tonks. Who was clumsy, different, with bubblegum-coloured hair, loyal to a fault. And who was an AUROR. A BADASS WITCH. And suddenly, it became okay to be all those things. And fuck being like everyone else. <3

3. Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)

I never watched the show. Ever. But reading extensively about Derek's character and backstory made it impossible not to love him whole-heartedly. That Sourwolf deserves the WORLD. <3

4. Eowyn of Rohan (Lord of the Rings)

I fell head over heels for her in the movies first, then when I read her for the first time, it was game over. Tolkien may have been parcimonious with his women characters, but Eowyn entirely surpasses any other male character in my opinion (sorry Aragorn, Faramir and Pippin, you know I love you too). She's far from the damsel in distress people would make her to be, and she's badass without being less feminine for it. <3

5. Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw (Top Gun)

Do I have to explain myself, when I've got a goose tattoed on my arm in his honour? My Polaroid-taking piano-playing moustache-wearing love. <3

6. Katsumoto Moritso (The Last Samurai)

Have I mentioned how much I love that movie, yet? :P Alright, it's my favourite movie ever: whenever I need a good cry, I just watch Katsu do his thing and I'm done for the count. Ken Watanabe giving him life after battling leukemia is even more touching, don't mind me, I'm tearing up over here.

7. Daniel Jackson (Stargate SG-1)

The first Nerd of my life. <3

8. Wednesday Addams (The Addams Family)

Before the show took everything by storm, my Wednesday spent her days looking like a psychopath and trying to kill her brother while finding out if her uncle was her uncle or not. And when I was a little girl, all I wanted, was to be like Wednesday. XD

9. The Doctor (Doctor Who)

I may be repeating myself, but I properly learnt English while watching DW. I stumbled upon Blink one night (Weeping Angels, still the creepiest villains EVER) and got hooked, even though at the time I didn't understand half of what was being said. Christopher Eccleston and David Tennant taught me English, Matt Smith made me fall more and more in love with the show, and Peter Capaldi became MY Doctor (I love grumpy assholes, as seen above). Then, Jodie became the first female Doctor, and she wasn't weaker, she wasn't more mellow, she was the same ruthless, awkward, loving but questionable alien I'd gotten to love. AND THANK CHIBNALL FOR THAT!

10. Benji Dunn (Mission: Impossible)

I couldn't not talk about MY spy movies. The ones that are so much better than any James Bond ever made, the ones that keep me on the edge of my seat and make me fall harder and harder for its characters every instalment. And Benji is by far my favourite (Simon Pegg isn't stranger to this), and if ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HIM IN MI7 TOM CRUISE GETS IT!!!

I might not tag many people, but if you want to do it, do it. ;)

[solomons-finest-rum]

Can you please write a request of Alfie cheering up a very sad reader

:(

“Hello, luv” — (Alfie Solomons x Gender Neutral!Reader)

Masterlist

SUMMARY — You've had what could best be described as a very long day. Week. Possibly a month. Alfie Solomons, as strange as he was as a boss, turned out to be a very good shoulder to cry on.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Hi Anon!!! I vibed with this request particularly hard today, not gonna lie... But because you didn't request a specific reader I wanted to keep it neutral, I hope it's okay? And of course I hope it makes you feel better!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

WORD COUNT — 889

“Hello, luv. Somethin’ interesting for me today?” Alfie greeted you as soon as you came to his office to bring him his morning mail.

It’s been that way for some time. He’d greet you and you would get all his “luv’s”, “pet’s”, “darlin’s”, and others. Ollie, you noticed, sometimes got a “hello”, other times a grunt or a nod. Everybody else got to see the big, bad wolf.

“Good morning, Mr. Solomons,” you said, quieter than usual, as you proceeded to stack various papers and documents on Alfie’s desk. “There is that order input you wanted, your mail, I got that… the novel you wanted and—”

“You all right, darlin’?”

You dared to look up. Alfie was looking straight at you or perhaps straight through you. The man honestly missed nothing.

“Yes! Yes, of course I am, sir.” You smiled, ever the skilled performer, and took the empty teacup from his desk. “Will there be anything else?”

Alfie, king among liars and bullshiters, squinted at you, but otherwise didn’t argue. He nodded and grunted something you couldn’t understand and so you took your leave.

It was at lunchtime when the question about your behaviour resurfaced. This time, Alfie approached you directly.

“Luv, there a reason why the new shipment order got ‘milk and eggs’ written where my signature should be?”

You froze in place, fingers hovering over the typewriter, but not daring to touch it again as Alfie leaned against your desk. A looming presence he had, if he really wanted to show it.

“I—”

“Right, an’ the bunch of ‘m’s’ here,” Alfie showed you a letter you had so diligently typed for him last night.

Proficiency in shorthand was actually the reason he hired you and it soon made you Alfie’s favourite employee. He talked often—and a lot—and as his assistant you had to be ready to take notes of pretty much everything Alfie deemed important.

It often was just the two of you, sitting in his office, with Alfie walking around the room and monologuing, and you writing down his thoughts, orders or enemy threats of outlandish nature.

When you saw the copy of the letter Alfie was holding, however, your blood curdled. It was the rough draft you had intended to throw away and it was indeed riddled with random chains of the letter ‘m’ — the origin of which had been you hitting the malfunctioning key in frustration, hoping you’d fix it by sheer force.

Safe to say, that was not the copy you wanted Alfie to see.

“Don’t think we can send that, pet, all right,” he frowned, still looking at the letter, “not unless we want my business partner thinkin’ I’m comin’ onto him like that… Or hummin’, yeah, don’t especially want people to think I’m a man who hums—”

The monologue, spoken more to the papers in his hands than to you, halted abruptly when he looked at you again.

“Y/N?”

You were never one for extreme emotions, especially not in the workplace, but the sadness and the anxiety bubbling up inside you for the past few weeks finally overwhelmed you. The added fear of losing this job turned out to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“I’m so sorry,” you said quietly, doing your very best not to burst into tears right then and there. “I’ll fix that for you right away…”

You took the papers from him, hands shaking, and you looked down to hide your face when you felt the first few tears run down your cheeks.

Alfie stopped talking and as sure as you were that was it and you were going to get sacked, you never expected the man to sit you back down and hand you a handkerchief.

“Ah, fuck, listen… Take that, it’s clean.” He paused, looking and probably feeling terribly out of his depth. “Don’t cry, I was just teasin’ ya, right…”

You shook your head and dried your eyes, still unwilling to speak in fear that you might cry even more if you did.

“It’s nothing you said,” you admitted. “Excuse me…”

“Then what is it?” he grunted, his confusion palpable.

“It’s… My cat is sick.”

“You don’t have a cat.”

You looked him in the eye and lied, that was a fact, just as much as it was a fact that Alfie Solomons, the Liar Emperor himself, did not tolerate lies in his place of business.

“Listen, yeah?” Alfie paused and sighed. “There ain’t no real reason why I can’t legally change my name to ‘milk’n’eggs’, right…”

You laughed at that and finally dared to blow your nose in front of him. He seemed amused.

“I’m so sorry…” you said. “I don’t know how to explain—”

“Who did this to ya?” Alfie asked you instead.

You sighed and shook your head, but then completely out of nowhere he put his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look at him. He was serious for once, frowning and letting you know with his entire being that he was listening intently.

“Whatever it is, yeah… you can tell me. Now, I can promise ya, I’ve heard it all before.”

“Really?” You managed a small smile. “I doubt that, Mr. Solomons…”

“Try me.”

“All right.” You closed your eyes and Alfie squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. “Fuck. Where do I even begin…”