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sunkendreams · 9 months

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Dwayne or David facesitting. Period. Like, vampires don't need to breathe! Hell, let em stay down there for hours. Also, am I too gross or crazy to think about having fun during that time of the month? 🩸

blood moon.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. | dwayne (the lost boys) x fem!reader

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓. | drabble — requested.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. | 3.7K.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. | SMUT (mdni), dubious consent (mild coercion) cunnilingus, oral sex (f!receiving), reader is on their period, bloodplay (lots of it, he’s a vampire), facesitting, biting, hair-pulling, pet names (mama, girl, sweet girl), dwayne is hungry and he’s nasty, kissing, vampire antics, possessive dwayne, Dwayne is a little selfish in this

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. | wow ,,, a fic three days in a row ??? you can tell I’m hyperfixated because I’ll produce a ton of content very rapidly. Also, I love dwayne so much, he’s my daddy. ALSO — please keep sending me horny requests for the lost boys, I’m being fed !!! also, hello to all of my new followers & tlb fellows :)) love y’all and hope you enjoy!

A blood moon — it was a humorous term that your mother used to use for your menstrual cycle, something that you’d grown to despise with every fiber of your being. It was another unfortunate shackle of humanity, a reminder that you were still flesh and blood. Whenever your time of the month came about, you were always tempted to beg David for a sip of that forbidden wine.

The oppressive heat of the cavernous labyrinth that the boys dwelled within had felt somewhat comforting to you as you curled up on Dwayne’s makeshift bed, form contorted into the fetal position. A slow, agonizing pain spread throughout your lower abdomen, making your muscles feel weak and useless.

Sunset was just upon the horizon as you struggled to endure the suffering that you were forced into with each passing month. The mattress felt cool and smooth underneath your cheek, having abandoned the scattered pillows in favor of awaiting your demise. You wanted to sob, biting at the inside of your cheek, teeth scraping against flesh as your fists balled into the blanket.

Everything hurt — what began as a dull ache soon manifested into a pain that gripped your entire body. Your back was sore, head throbbing, and your insides felt as if they were being stirred around by the hand of another. You clenched your teeth, not wanting to move from your spot, anchored to your slice of space.

Once dusk fell, the vampires you’d been living with came to life, no longer hanging from the rafters of some dark, damp alcove. You could heat Marko and Paul’s guffaws and laughter, accompanied by David’s stern, tempered remarks. It all served as idle background noise, prompting you to close your eyes.

The noise dissipated — it was too quick for your liking. Silence settled in, save for the faint rustling of ambience within the cave, combined with something rattling around out in the remnants of the old lobby.

As much as you didn’t want to move, you sluggishly rolled out of bed, discomforted by the sensation of sloshing liquid rushing between your legs. It was the worst part of your cycle — the unpleasant sensations, the feeling of being wholly unclean. You draped a blanket around you, hobbling from Dwayne’s roost.

Strong, veined hands were buried within the grease-laden guts of a motorcycle, dismantling a variety of components. The vehicle was partially dismantled, stripped down to the metal underbelly. Dwayne’s dark tresses were disheveled from slumber, parts of scrap scattered around him. An elongated, metal screw was lodged between his teeth as he concentrated on his work.

He could smell you long before you’d crept into the lobby, but he hadn’t expected to see you in such a downtrodden state. Dwayne was often respectful of your space, especially during your cycle. It wasn’t something he would ever endure, but watching you writhe and suffer wasn’t entirely enjoyable, either.

“Dwayne?” You croaked, awkwardly shuffling across outcroppings of debris and dirt, draped in your shoddy sheet as you spotted your boyfriend. There was something beautiful about him, particularly when he practiced his hobby of playing mechanic. Specks of black oil lined his forearms and fingertips.

Without missing a beat, Dwayne turned to look at you, hazel hues drinking you in with reverence and concern. Dark brows furrowed together as he abandoned his current project, grabbing at the tattered, red cloth that rode around within his back pocket. “Hey,” That familiar baritone held a subtle warmth to it. “What’s wrong, Mama?”

You knew that he knew, but he still asked you nonetheless. As he swiped away at the oil and pungent grease, Dwayne stepped closer toward you, stooping down to press a kiss against the top of your head. You smelled wonderful, natural sweetness intermingled with that of your menses.

“Everything,” You exhaled, shuddering when his large palm splayed out across your back, rubbing soothing circles into your sore flesh. “Where are the others?” Admittedly, it was a bit unusual to see Dwayne alone without the company of the pack.

“Hunting,” Dwayne confirmed, and without hesitation, he hooked a strong, taut arm underneath your legs, hoisting you up as he carried you like a blushing bride. Cradling you against his chiseled chest, he made sure you were back in bed, where you belonged. “I was worried about you.” He confessed, laying you back against the mattress.

His throat was burning — a fire so intense that he wanted to scream, but Dwayne was rather talented at smothering his hunger for the good of another. His thirst would be extinguished soon enough, whenever he could leave the cave to find unsuspecting tourists. He sat down along the edge of the bed, hand massaging into your thigh.

Guilt rippled through you, knowing that Dwayne had abandoned the hunt to tend to you, this fragile human. His brows furrowed together — he must’ve been reading your thoughts. “I’m sorry. You should go feed.” You encouraged him, despite keening into the comforting chill of his hand.

Dwayne’s mind had gone elsewhere — there was a way that he could feed without having to abandon you. Of course, it was purely self-gratifying and your best interests were secondary to his starvation, which crawled across his stomach, burning a hole through him. He kept quiet, gingerly massaging your leg with his hand, which drifted towards the swell of your hips.

He didn’t like seeing you this way, agonized and letting yourself sit in the suffering. “If there was something that I could do to help, would you let me?” Dwayne asked, gazing down at you with an incendiary look. It was distinct, reminding you of the plethora of times he’d seduced you. Your stomach lurched, insides feeling as if they were withering away.

Your expression was somewhat quizzical, lips parting slightly as you reached for his arm. He was so much bigger than you — the strongest of the pack, urging you closer until his fingers could sweep away the hair framing your visage. That thick, coppery swarm of blood invaded his nostrils, singing his throat yet again.

“What do you have in-mind?” You asked, somewhat hesitant as he caged you in between his arms, bending down to press a hungry kiss to your lips. Sex was the furthest thing on your mind, but you relented, moaning into his mouth as you reached for his dark tresses.

Dwayne was a phenomenal kisser — passionate and slow, as if he were savoring every second of it. Though, he had a tendency to let it whirlwind into something ravenous and primal, fitting for the quiet, stoic vampire. He exhaled, kissing you with a thinly-veiled desire, hand moving to cup your jaw.

“Could take the pain away.” He uttered, withdrawing from your lips with an indiscernible expression. Dwayne was always difficult to read — endlessly complex, an enigma that you wanted to unravel. His mystique was always present, but you knew him better than most.

To you, it was an act of generosity — you were gullible, naive to Dwayne’s true intentions of feeding from you whilst making the ache fade away. Your heart fluttered within your chest, causing you to wet your lower lip. Dwayne’s thumb rubbed along your jawline.

“How?” With a soft gulp, you swallowed the growing lump within your throat, feeling his lips graze your jugular. His natural musk was enticing, often intermingled with the twang of stale copper and machinery oil. Dwayne shrugged his jacket off, bulky musculature engulfing you.

His shadow eclipsed any sliver of torchlight as he bathed you in darkness, gaze dusky as he gave you another deliberate kiss. Dwayne was silent, adjusting himself until he knelt at the foot of the bed, partially on top of you. His hand pushed against the inside of your knee, and that’s when you stopped him.

“N—No,” Your protest was weak, embarrassment rippling through your voice. There was something that felt inherently dirty to you, if Dwayne intended to follow through on whatever it was he planned on doing. “Dwayne, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” A shrewdness crept into your tone.

He read your mind — you thought he wanted sex. If you weren’t in so much pain, he would’ve been fucking you within an inch of your life by now. Dwayne’s chest rumbled with a brief chuckle, lips curling into a faint smile, pearlescent teeth glimmering against his caramel skin and stubble-coated visage. “Not like that,” He exhaled. “Something else. Help us both.” He murmured, stroking along your leg.

So that’s what he wanted.

Admittedly, you were a little nervous about the idea. He’d never insisted on feeding from you before, and certainly not in this manner. It sounded so crude and messy in your head. He’d bitten you, but never enough to cause any lasting harm. “I don’t know.” You mumbled, feeling another sharp, dagger-like jolt course through the pit of your stomach.

“It’ll make the pain go away,” Dwayne was gorgeous — like a chiseled god, crouched between your legs as he sought your consent. Of course, it was somewhat swayed through consistent persuasion, but there was something mutually beneficial to be found in this. “Let me.” His voice dropped to a husked octave, dripping with something amorous.

You were still hesitant, heart beating like a fluttering of a hummingbird, swift and constant, pounding just above your breast. Goosebumps coalesced along the length of your spine, crawling across your flesh like a tidal wave as he pressed a series of kisses against the inside of your thigh, face dangerously close to swarming forward.

“Okay, just — Just go slow.” Molten heat sloshed within your belly as Dwayne stalked forward, musculature parting your legs. He was so broad and strong, smooth underneath your fingertips as they brushed against his taut, veined forearms. He bracketed you in, arms like a cage as he kept you close.

Dwayne felt that blistering itch within his throat, the urge to feed, to savor the sanguine heat between your legs. He had no intention of being slow. Once the feeding commenced, it was difficult to stop. “‘Course, girl.” He nodded, dark eyes glued to your features as he flattened down against the mattress.

Sinewy hands curled into the waistband of your panties, slipping beneath the shirt you wore, one that didn’t happen to be covered in age-old blood. You were flustered, beginning to squirm as Dwayne peeled it all aside, menstrual pad included.

He rucked your shirt up, propped up on his elbows as his palms gripped at your hips so hard that it was sure to leave bruises. That smell of blood hit him immediately, scorching his throat and insides until it was all ash and dust. Dwayne was silent, broad tongue parting past until it drew along the length of your cunt.

Blood wept from your core, which felt uncomfortable for you, initially. You huffed, nearly sinking down into the mattress in a heap as Dwayne began to openly lap at your slit, drinking you in as if you were the most delicious thing he’d tasted. Your cunt clenched, nerves set ablaze as his nose bumped against your clit.

You tasted saccharine — coppery and vitriolic, but it was his sort of feast. Dwayne let out a grunt, lapping at the blood that oozed from your cunt, letting it linger upon his lips, invading his senses. Once he heard your sweet moans from above, he tugged you forward, a growl ripping through his chest.

Those aches and pains were sluggishly beginning to ebb away, soothed by the vampire who drank from between your thighs. It wasn’t as much as he wanted, but it was enough, tongue raking hot embers across your cunt as the pleasure unfurled within your stomach.

“Dwayne,” A blissful sigh escaped you, back beginning to arch off of the bed and toward his mouth. Your fingers clamored to hold on, finding their purchase amongst his tousled mane of jet-black hair. He’d eaten you out before, but not like this. There was the added element of blood involved. “D—Dwayne, don’t stop.” You whimpered.

Within the dim light of the alcove, those orange flickers of light from the small array of candles made his skin look like velvet. Those dark eyes never left you, pinning you in-place as he drank freely from your cunt. Your menses stained his mouth with red, tongue occasionally drifting from your entrance to your clit.

A burnished, golden sheen glistened within his eyes, hunger somewhat dissipating. He wasn’t satisfied nor satiated, intending to drink his fill — as for you, he suspected you’d have to endure his constant lapping and sucking until you were nothing more than a sobbing mess.

Your poor legs were quivering, wobbling on either side of his face as he steadied you, hands clamping down to keep you still. He idly massaged into the pliant flesh of your thighs, tongue assaulting your cunt with a viciousness to it. Crimson dribbled down his chin, but your flow was beginning to taper off from your prone state.

A myriad of throaty, wanton mewls escaped you, toes curling in delight as he gingerly suckled at your clit. The sensation was temporary, fleeting as his attention drifted elsewhere, tongue lapping at another slow-trickling rivulet of blood. Dwayne hummed, deep and gravelly, stubble tickling the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.

It was only when he withdrew that you were babbling and stammering, wanting to know why he’d suddenly stopped. “W—Wait,” You whimpered, pitiful as ever, cunt aching something awful as he licked at his lips. Seeing Dwayne’s mouth and chin drenched in a darker shade of scarlet made you feel hot, heat creeping through your belly. “Please.”

His hearty chuckle made you irritated, but it was short-lived. You watched as Dwayne settled himself onto the mattress beside you, hues a vibrant gold, his countenance stained in your menstrual gore. “I’m not finished, pretty girl. Still hungry.” He reassured you, and plucked you up with two strong hands.

You were eternally grateful for Dwayne in that moment, who placed you on his chest. Without missing a beat, he bumped you forward, and you were gazing down at Santa Carla’s most stoic, vicious predator. An endless hunger danced within his eyes, soon to be quelled by the delicious blood that pooled between your legs.

Dwayne could tell that you weren’t expecting this, and it certainly made it all the more enticing for him. You were so smitten, his sweet little human. He’d fantasized about having you sit on his face until you were nearly unconscious, but this was all the more sweeter. Embarrassment flooded through you, but Dwayne seemed entirely unphased.

Initially, you were scared of hurting him, a notion that Dwayne found to be a little too innocuous. He could hear your heartbeat pounding away beneath your collarbone, thrumming like the beat of a drum as he lowered you back onto his mouth.

Your knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his head, dark tresses splayed out like a halo. With this newfound angle, you were staring at Dwayne — or more like, he was gazing at you. His tongue quickly invaded your throbbing cunt, blood catching on his lips. It was messier this time, making you tremble beneath his hold.

A liquid heat coursed throughout your body, pooling heavy within your stomach. Cruor oozed from your throbbing cunt, and now that you weren’t lying on your back, Dwayne was getting another taste. He continued to dutifully lap at your slit, ensuring that he didn’t miss a single drop of blood.

It sat thick and heavy upon his tongue, beginning to bring some semblance of relief to that raging fire that scorched within his throat. His pain was relinquished, and so was yours — a mutual exchange. Even then, he wanted more, digits digging into your haunches as he flicked his tongue over your clit again and again.

There was something disgustingly entrancing about the way he greedily lapped at your core, face buried deep within your cunt, hungry for your menses. If he wasn’t a creature of the night, you might’ve been somewhat indifferent to all of this, but he was bringing you such a wave of relief.

You wiggled your hips, accidentally grinding yourself onto his face, and Dwayne indulged you. As he lapped at another stream of crimson ichor, you moaned, chest heaving with heavy pants and wanton mewls, hands perched along the rickety, half-torn headboard.

“S—Shit,” You exhaled, tears stinging your eyes as you began to make that steady climb toward your climax. Dwayne didn’t stop, never relenting or slowing any movement as he lapped at your cunt, broad tongue swiping over every inch of your slit. The pleasure began to outweigh any pain you felt, muscles spasming. “Dwayne!” A whine left you, head rolling forward.

A deep, guttural growl emanated from Dwayne as it rumbled throughout his wide chest. It was mesmerizing to watch him from above, your hands splaying themselves along his bronze shoulders. His mouth drifted toward your inner thigh, and he looked to you, seeking approval before he bit you.

With a messy, lazy nod, your cunt throbbed and pulsated with molten heat, causing your nails to dig into Dwayne’s skin, hard enough to leave behind crescent-shaped imprints. Golden, crimson-ringed irises flashed in your direction as his countenance contorted into something inhuman, monstrously beautiful in your eyes.

Pearlescent fangs and pretty teeth sought out the pliant, soft flesh of your inner thigh, and he bit down — hard. It left behind the angry-red marks of unusual teeth as ringlets of a sanguine color trickled down your leg. Dwayne licked his lips, appraising you with an incendiary stare as he hastily collected every scrap of your lifeblood.

“M’close,” You whimpered, shuddering when he pressed a kiss atop the freshly-formed bite. His face promptly nestled back to the cleft between your legs, drawing another stream of your menses into his mouth before seeking your clit. “Close.” You said again, breathless and drunk with desire.

Dwayne felt his cock twitch within his jeans, able to smell your arousal through the haze of blood. The siren’s song of cruor was far more powerful, but even then, he could savor both with a feeling of sheer delight. His hunger steadily dwindled, fed by your saccharine cycle — if only you were like this all the time.

His lips formed a tight seal as he began to suck, causing you to nearly double over. “Don’t stop, Dwayne,” Perspiration began to break out along your body, coalescing along the length of your spine, dewy beneath the shirt you wore. “Please, please.” You were desperate, wanting to feel that white-hot explosion of a release.

Exhaustion settled in, your energy having been expended by keeping yourself aloft atop his face. Your cunt tasted sweeter than anything he’d had before in his centuries of existence. Dwayne considered you to be his fountain — a very captivating fountain. His touch screamed with amorousness as he rocked you into his tongue.

At last, your body began to quiver, muscles twitching and spasmodic as you climbed toward your orgasm. Dwayne could feel your weight fall a little heavier atop him, and he happily supported you, so long as you were bleeding. He added that edge of teeth, letting them graze over your clit with a feather-light pressure.

It sent you careening over the edge, cumming onto his mouth with enough mewls and moans to last him for days. It echoed throughout the alcove, and you were on the verge of sobbing, having gained some sliver of relief in the end.

Dwayne lapped at your cunt through it all, consumed by the shadow of greed and possessiveness. He could hear the rest of the boys clamoring throughout the cavern, which soured his mood just a little. They had a poor habit of acting up whenever you were enduring your menstrual cycle — understandable, of course, but an annoyance for Dwayne.

With a grunt, he gently nudged you back onto the taut, musculed expanse of his chest. His mesomorphic stature felt so solid underneath your pliant body, and your hands brazenly felt along his sternum. There was no heartbeat, forever frozen by immortality. His countenance was one of sheer satisfaction, lips and chin smattered in your blood as he licked at his mouth.

“Feel better, don’t you?” Dwayne mused, unable to withhold that little twinge of amusement in his voice. His large hand rubbed and massaged along your thigh, drifting up towards your hips, and then back down again on a continuous loop.

You nodded, feeling all warm when his body shook with a brief tremor of laughter. Dwayne sat up just a little bit, palm grasping at the back of your neck as he brought you forward for a very intimate kiss. A startled gasp tore through your throat, but he held you there, letting you taste yourself — ichor and all.

“Thank you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as your entire physique hummed and buzzed with satisfaction. Of course, the ache of your cycle never fully dissipated, but Dwayne had certainly done his part in quelling the pain, for now.

Dwayne gingerly patted the swell of your ass, copping a feel in the process before pressing another string of kisses against your neck. He grabbed at the hem of your shirt, rucking it up a-ways. He was quiet, and you were fine with that, eyes widening as he wiped his mouth off with the remnants of your nightshirt.

Jesus — you knew better than to tempt fate, arousal stinging at your core again. You huffed, taking a moment to compose yourself as you attempted to reach for your panties. He intercepted you, snatching your wrist before your fingertips could even reach the lace trim.

“Not tonight, girl,” Dwayne uttered, placing you right beside him, bulky arm curling around your frame. He made you feel so safe — a glaring juxtaposition to his ravenous hunger and vampiric state.

You felt a pair of fangs tauntingly scrape over your jugular, able to feel the chill of his bare chest nudging into your back. “Might get hungry later.” He rumbled, pressing a chaste kiss against the back of your shoulder.

#slasher x reader #slasher x you #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x you #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #dwayne tlb x reader #tlb dwayne x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher fanfic #slasher x y/n #the lost boys fanfiction #slasher fandom #sunkendreams masterlist

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xensilverquill · 1 year

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Amigurumi/Crochet Toy 101 + Resources

Noticed a couple folks in my tags mentioning that they wanted to learn or wished they knew how to crochet amigurumi. So here's a quick and dirty little how-to guide with resources I threw together? Hope it helps!

Tools + Materials

Crochet is one of those hobbies that is actually relatively cheap to get into. Here is a basic list of what you'll need to get started. You can find most of these at any craft store or even Walmart.

(1) Yarn (Required)

Yarns come in a variety of weights (sizes) and fibers. I recommend a soft, worsted weight acrylic yarn (indicated by a number "4" and "medium" on the yarn label) for your first few projects.

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(2) Crochet Hook (Required)

These come in a lot of sizes and styles, and what size you'll use will depend on your yarn weight and how tight you want your stitches to be. I'd recommend buying just one hook to start with rather than a larger set. Metal hooks with ergonomic rubber handles are easiest for beginners (and on your wrists longterm, lol). A 5.0 MM/Size H or a 4.50 MM/Size G works best for making amigurumi with worsted weight yarn.

(3) Polyfil/Stuffing (Required)

For stuffing your project.

(4) Yarn Needle (Required)

Most crochet projects require sewing to one degree or another. Yarn needles are distinguished from regular sewing needles by their larger size, larger eye, and blunter tip. Yarn needles may be straight, or they may be angled at the tip (i.e. a darning yarn needle).

(5) Scissors (Required)

Any sharp, medium-sized pair of scissors will do for cutting your yarn.

(6) Sewing Pins (Recommended)

For holding parts in place as you sew them on.

(7) Stitch Marker (Recommended)

Many amigurumi projects are worked in rows of continuous rounds, and stitch markers can be used to mark the beginning or end of these rounds. They can also be used to mark areas of interest in your project or to secure your project to keep it from becoming accidentally unraveled. I strongly reccomend getting split ring ones. Scrap pieces of yarn also work in a pinch as stitch markers.

(8) Counter (Recommended)

For keeping track of your rows as you work a pattern.

(9) Safety Eyes (Recommended)

Most amigurumi will require eyes of some sort. Safety eyes (you can find these in various sizes in the doll section of any craft store) will give your project a polished look, but you can also use buttons, felt, or even embroider the eye details on your amigurumi.

(10) Stuffing Stick (Recommended)

For getting your stuffing into hard-to-reach spots. A chopstick or wooden skewer works very well for this.

Basic Crochet Stitches + Amigurumi Techniques

Most crochet patterns are built from a few basic stitches. Before attempting any larger project, I recommend getting comfortable with these stitches by making a few small, flat pot holders out of each basic stitch. A lot of crochet is pure muscle memory and practice, and this is a great way to start.

There are also a few techniques specific to making amirugumi that will be helpful for you to know. You can find any number of free videos/tutorials online. Below are links to a few videos that I found helpful when I was learning to crochet.

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How to Make a Slip Knot

Single Crochet (+ Starting Chain and How to Count Stitches)

Half Double Crochet

Double Crochet

Triple Crochet

How to Keep Starting Chain from Twisting

Magic Ring

Ultimate Finish

Invisible Finish

Invisible Decrease

Beginner Amigurumi Patterns

These were the first three patterns I learned in the process of teaching myself how to make amigurumi. I recommend working them in the order they are listed. The first two links have step-by-step instructional videos and will help ease you into learning to read amigurumi patterns. All of these patterns are free, and there are many more free patterns out there as well. Have fun!

Amigurumi Ball

Amigurumi Whale

Amigurumi Stegosaurus

#crochet #crochetblr #amigurumi #tutorial #reference

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thus-spoke-lo · 1 year

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cw: post-sex conversations--the nerdy law agenda is real

“Oh, hey—I keep forgetting,” Law murmurs as he quickly kisses your forehead, “I have something for you.”

He wrests himself from your languid embrace, your bodies still trembling and sweat-slicked as you slowly descend from breathless highs. He dangles his torso off the bed, rooting around underneath it, the sounds of boxes shifting and unidentified objects clacking together echoing in your small room. You prop yourself up on your elbow and take the opportunity to let your eyes drift over the half of his body that remained on the bed, over the muscled planes of his lower back, the lean lines of his hips, and the slight curve of his ass. You stifle a laugh as his legs suddenly tense and kick, trying to keep himself from sliding off the side of the bed.

He grunts and crawls back up on the mattress, holding a small, black, velvet box in his hand, and your heart flutters a little—you know it isn’t that—is it? Would he…? And right now, after you’d just absolutely ruined each other—what kind of timing is this, anyway?

He slowly opens the box, and inside is a glimmering copper coin, the front adorned with a bird motif. He grins at you expectantly, his eyebrows raised slightly as he holds the box out towards you, inching it closer and closer the longer it takes you to respond.

“Oh!” you exclaim as you tilt your head, glancing at the box, then at his beaming face, then back at the little box. “It’s a…coin?”

His smile quickly disappears, as he swallows and his lips part as though to speak, but he pauses, a deep flush blooming on his cheeks. “I’m sorry, this is stupid.”

“No!” Your hands quickly fly across to grip his forearms, and you plant a small kiss on his cheek. “It’s not stupid, you got me a gift—it’s pretty! What’s um, what’s so special about it?”

Law’s eyes light up, glimmering with excitement, as you give him permission to explain. “Okay, well—I got it for you because, well, I remember that story you told me about the time those birds kept dive-bombing you when you were eating that sandwich at the beach, and well, wouldn’t you know this is the same species of bird? Now here”—he took the coin out carefully, dropping it into his palm—“is why this one is special. You see this demarcation right here? So that’s from a minting process they stopped using about fifteen years ago—which, don’t get me started on why that was a mistake—and anyway—”

You wrap your plush bedspread around your shoulders and rest your chin in your palm as you watch your love, still sitting naked in the center of your bed, eagerly gesturing at the shining coin in his hand and growing more and more animated with every sentence. You nodd affirmatively at all the right times, his tone growing more and more excited the longer he explained every process and its purpose, every variety of metal you’d never heard of, every complicated part of the minting process. This man—this sweet, passionate, nerdy man—had never seemed more perfect for you as he did in this moment.

He suddenly comes to a halt as his eyes refocus and settle on your face, picking up on some minor tic or twitch in your expression that seemed to indicate disinterest. “I’m—I’m sorry, I’m rambling.” He drops the coin back in the box and shuts it. “This isn’t very sexy, is it?”

You lean forward, running a hand through his tousled hair, before placing a hand on either side of his anxious face, pressing your palms into the hollows of his cheeks. You hold his head steady, forcing him to meet your gaze, as you touch the tip of your nose to his and smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever found you sexier, my love.”

#this is y'all's fault--i knew he was a nerd but now it's an obsession #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #lo writes

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prophecyofwinter · 3 months

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Se Riña Qilōni Iprattan Se Jēdar | V

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary | Saera Targaryen daughter of Jaehaerys I ran away from Westeros to escape her fate. 45 years later her daughter Y/N Targaryen, with invitation from King Viserys wishes to go back.

Tags | Angst, Slowburn (Hot&Cold), TargCest, Smut, Standard ASOIAF content, Aemond and Reader are First Cousins Once Removed, Reader is Self-serving, tags to be added

Word Count: 3k

Prologue | Chapter IV | Chapter VI | Masterlist

Chapter V | He Won’t Forget

“It is the hour of the nightingale my lady, you must wake up.” A hushed voice stirs you from your sleep and shakes you awake. A groan escaped your throat and you opened your eyes to meet the voice that woke you. A girl no older than yourself stood above you, with pitch black hair and wearing what you would assume to be a maids attire. It was still very early in the morning, the sun hadn't even broken the horizon.

You could tell there was one other maid by the torch light, she was lighting candles that were scattered in different places throughout the room.

“She is not a lady quite yet, miss will do until then.” By the other maids' voice you could tell she was older and more seasoned. You sat up against the headboard to wake yourself up some more. Naturally, the furs that covered your body in the night slipped down exposing your upper torso.

“Miss makes me sound like a spinster.” You groaned while stretching your arms. You step out full from under the sheets, standing on the cold stone floor. The younger maid has a robe open for you to slip into and you follow.

“The Queen has ordered that you see her and the Hand of the King before midday. In that time we must get you bathed, fed, and clothed.” The older maid said while reaching for a jug to spill into a metal bathtub that you hadn’t even noticed.

“Very well. Since you’ve already seen my breasts, I assume it’s appropriate for me to ask your names?” You laugh to yourself as you wrap the front of the robe criss cross. The younger one finds it funny and lets out a soft laugh while the older one simply clears her throat.

“My name is Mela, and this young one is Ellyn. While I am experienced, you are the first person Ellyn has served so please forgive her childishness“ Mela sends a warning glare at Ellyn for her giggles. Ellyn pouts for a moment before joining Mela in emptying the water jugs. You look at the features of the two women for the first time, Mela has blonde hair and Ellyn a medium brown.

It seems counterproductive to put a robe on just to take it off moments later to bathe. As soon as they are finished filling the tub, the water has cooled enough to not be boiling hot. You grab onto both sides of the tub and sink in slowly. A moan escapes your lips as you feel your muscles truly relax. Being on a ship for almost a month didn’t give you many hot warm baths, just room temperature ones. Mela pushes you forward so she could access your back to begin washing. While Ellyn poured scented oils into the water filling your nose with a smell you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

You could fall asleep right there, especially when your hair was being washed. Her nails massaging your scalp with even better smelling things. You’ve had your hair washed by another person a few times, but then it was by one of your mothers prostitutes in the workers' baths with her breasts pressed against your back. Up in the air which one you preferred.

For the first time a while you felt fully and utterly clean. You wanted to whine when the water cooled down to the point where it was no longer comforting to sit in. Ellyn holds up the same robe as before waiting for you to slip in. Being careful to not slip as you leave the tub, you put on the robe.

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As your hair dries, your breakfast is set in front of you. Bread, butter, assorted fruits, salted fish and sweet wine. Mela tells you this is what is normally served in Westeros, a larger variety is served if you decide to eat meals with the Targaryens. You pick and choose from what you are given and take your fill.

A knock clearly made by metal against wood rings through the quiet room. You let out a sigh having an inkling that it may be a certain white haired brother of yours. You speak out a ‘come in’, and maybe you should pick up gambling. Vaegon walked in with clinking armor and his hand on the pommel of his sword.

“Forgive me sister, I didn’t mean to interpret your very important work. But, while I don’t need permission to protect my sister, I have been allowed to be your personal guard until you're fully settled.” Vaegon held himself proudly, he’s clearly getting a kick from being allowed to stalk and follow you around in the name of protecting you. His weird little dream is being fueled.

This news makes a shiver roll down your spine. If you weren’t already full you would’ve lost your appetite. “That's… Great brother. That means you’ll be leaving after me and Aemond marry then?”

He clearly stiffens up at the implication, gripping his sword harder. “Most likely yes, unless you still need me here. I recommend you keep me here by your side.”

“No, I’m sure Volantis needs you more than I do. The temple needs you and silver wouldn’t suit you.” You say passive aggressively hoping he will get the hint. After many years he still hasn’t understood so you knew your hopes would be set to the side.

Vaegon opens his mouth again to voice his opinion but you cut him off swiftly.

“I am quite full, I should be getting dressed brother. Make your leave. Now.”

He staggers for a minute before leaving with his tail between his legs. Nothing would dissuade Vaegon from his passions, if he died his ghost would haunt you surely. When the door shut an awkward silence filled the room, neither of the maids sure what to do next. You realize how this must look, harassing your brother. But you know him, they don’t.

The chair squeaks on the floor when you stand up to face your maids and give them a smile. “It's about time I get dressed, no? I would hate to be late.”

A ‘yes of course’ was said in usion and you were guided to a full mirror. You stripped from your robe, seeing yourself fully for the first time in a while. A month at sea and you still looked as beautiful as always.

From what you have seen, Aemond is a proud and cold man. Most likely due to your bastard status. But, men are men at the end of the day, their desires will get the best of them even if it’s against their morals.

You slip into your small clothes, in the mirror you see Mela holding a red dress that you don’t recognize from the ones you brought. You turn to take a proper look at it, it looks like a fairly simple dress. Long sleeves with slits from the forearms down, straight neckline, long skirt, faint decorations throughout, and there's a chain resting on the dress that will dangle across your waist.

“Whose dress is this? Surely you can’t just have ones this nice lying around?”

“Well, it did belong to someone but it was left behind over 6 years ago and hadn't been worn even longer ago than that. Queen Alicent said to go through old wardrobes and find you something for the time being.”

You hoped it was at least washed before giving it to you. It was very pretty, very pretty, but second hand all the same. It was bunched up for you to step in and put on. You felt the strings on the back be picked up and before you could react they were harshly yanked back and all the air was forced from your lungs. A whine escaped from your throat and hands gripped the sides of the mirror. A string of panicked apologies follow as you recollect yourself.

“No no, it’s quite alright. I just wasn’t ready. Whoever owned this had real taste, they have my thanks.” You posed in the mirror, finding a position that wasn't crushing your ribs. The chain was clasped round your waist and groups of your hair are braided back.

A smile creeps onto your face. This small taste of importance is greater than any wine in Essos. Baths to yourself, food served directly in your chambers, lovely kind maids who dress you themselves, soon to be called a Princess with a Prince by your side… It is almost enough.

—————

Vaegon stood two paces behind you. You originally told him to stand 10 paces behind but he insisted. You can’t win every battle. A guard walked you both deeper into the keep. He didn’t tell you where you were going, just that it was by the Queen's orders. You pray it isn’t to get probed again.

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching rapidly towards you. You turn around and see a clearly Targaryen man, white wavy hair and a slightly shorter stature than Aemond. He looks excited, really excited.

“Just the girl I was looking for. I needed to see you for myself.” He caught up quickly and walked right next to you. The guard uttered a ‘my Prince’ and continued his walk. He could either be Aegon or Daeron.

“You’re Aegon, yes?”

“Did my good looks and charm give it away?” Aegon laughs and you laugh with him. Aegon looks around with his hands out feigning shock. “Where’s my brother?”

“I don’t think Aemond likes me that much.” You let out huff mixed with a laugh while gazing at Aegon from the side.

“He’s always had a stick up his ass, don’t take it too personally. He’ll come around eventually, I certainly would.” Aegon whispers the last part into your ear with a hand on your back, you can smell the wine on his breath. You are surprised by his boldness, but far from the worst things you’ve heard. You give him a straight lipped smile and lean back into him.

“Where am I going?” You whispered slowly with passive aggression.

“Oh? You haven’t heard? I’m surprised you haven’t been told. In the throne room they are reading your letter of legitimization.” He wears a smile so wide you would know he’s drunk immediately. Your eyes go wide. Is it happening this fast? You just got here, you’d thought it would at least take some time.

“Normally it’s a simple letter, but since you are already here…” Aegon makes a weird gesture with his hands.

That makes sense, all you need is a letter from the king, and the King has already asked you to come. You imagine the rest of them would just want to get it out of the way. At least Aegon doesn’t seem to care, maybe too drunk to care.

Not too long until you arrive at the doors to the iron throne. Doors as tall as the ceiling and two men stand at the front, noticing Aegon and you they grip onto the rings of the door and pull them open.

The first thing that graces your eyes is the Iron Throne. It was grand, on top of all those steps with swords casted together. It entranced you. Your mother told you about the Iron Throne, only once. She said her father sat on it like a god and he called her a whore. She’d hoped that it would stab him through the chest just as it did to Maegor.

Snapping you out of your short lived daydream, Aegon grabbed your wrist and led you in a direction. All of the lords and ladies were staring at you both, you hope it wouldn’t linger for long. Near the front of the room you could see that it was Aemond, Alicent, and another silver haired girl. Helena, you believe you were told?

“Look who I found! Ran into her on the way here.” Aegon walked you over to Aemond directly and grabbed his arm and forcibly linked your and Aemonds arms together.

“I believe you lost this brother.” Aegon patted his brother on the back and caressed your shoulder. Between the two of you he caught a glimpse of a servant boy carrying wine and simply moved on to drink his fill. Aegon's mind is an enigma…

Aemond lets out a huff but doesn’t let go. He leans into you with darkened eyes. “What do you think you are doing?”

“I was talking to my future brother-in-law. He is quite funny.” You laugh in an attempt to lighten his mood. Of course, this doesn’t work and Aemond tightens his grip on your arm. Eyes were still on you both so he tried to make it look like a simple conversation.

“Don’t.”

Before you could scoff in Aemonds face, the doors are pulled open once again. You turn your head to see an older man with brown hair and a thick beard. This clearly is not King Viserys by the state of him.

“King Viserys is still too unwell to sit at court. As Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, I will assume his courtly duties.” The room is silent and there’s no sound but the clicks of his heels on the floor going across the floor, up the steps and sitting on the throne.

“First things first, a formal declaration of legitimization from King Viserys himself.” Otto held out a rolled up letter with a red seal holding it together. “Come. Present yourself to the court.” He motioned for you to step closer to the open center, Aemond released his hold and nudged you to go.

You detached from Aemond and walked to the center of the room in front of the Iron Throne. You swallowed hard with your hands folded in front of you, head held high. You wish you’d at least been told this was happening. If it wasn’t for Aegon you wouldn't have had the slightest idea.

The seal was popped open and the scroll unraveled by Otto and cleared his voice before he spoke.

‘As Viserys Targaryen, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

It is with much honor to the Targaryen name,

My Cousin, Y/N of Volantis, daughter of Princess Saera Targaryen, is declared Princess Y/N Targaryen of House Targaryen.

From this day until your last.’

An applause echoed throughout the room, no doubt one done out of obligation. A smile decorated on your face hiding your anxieties and swirling thoughts.

“King Viserys and House Targaryen have my love and appreciation for allowing me into their walls. My mother is extremely pleased with this outcome.” You make a curtsey before the throne. Otto nods and gestures for you to return to where you stood previously next to Aemond.

You thought such a thing would be longer but it makes sense. Bastard legitimization isn’t something that is celebrated as a great thing like Weddings or Name Days. You stand next to Aemond for the next few proceedings until Alicent has Aemond to lean over to her and whisper something in his ear.

—————

You’re linked by the arm with Aemond as he walks you through the palace gardens. You assume this is what Alicent whispered to Aemond about. As your protector, Vaegon is nearby but you try to ignore him.

There is still a tension between you and Aemond that has persisted for the past 24 hours. You are unsure if it is just his nature or if it’s due to other obvious factors. Legitimization doesn’t change the social problems with being a bastard in Westeros. You didn’t expect it to, but you’re nothing if not ambitious.

“Do you take many walks through the gardens or am I special?” You laugh to break the silence.

“I prefer to walk in the gardens at night. For Privacy and it’s better at night.” Aemond doesn’t attempt to make eye contact, preferring to look forward.

“I would take similar walks myself in the courtyards in the Black Walls.” Aemond looks to the side ever so slightly with confusion. “Oh, Right. The Black Walls is this gigantic oval of walls that contains all kinds of things. Palaces, Courtyards, Temples and more. I think I’ll start missing it sometime soon.” Rambling and reminiscing makes you feel better.

Aemond seems to actually take interest, making full eye contact. “I believe I read about the Black Wall before. Only people who can trace their ancestry to Valyria are allowed in, correct?” He talks in a tone you haven’t heard yet, he’s being genuine.

A smile paints your face “You are well read. My father has property in those walls and my mother needs help in her older age so I would split my time between the two.” Hopefully you can visit soon, but realistically it wouldn’t happen for another year or more.

“Your father? No one seems to know anything about your father except that he has quite a bit of money.”

“Maybe I’ll tell you someday if I really like you. I might even want to take you to Volantis someday.” You tease him, holding onto him a little more snugly.

Aemond likes this banter showing you a small smile for the first time. Though, this doesn’t last long when you see a flicker behind his eyes and he pulls back emotionally and physically.

“Forgive me for cutting our walk short. I have lost track of time and I must head to the dragon pit.” He says with the same tone as he had with anything before this conversation. You swallow hard and attempt to say anything.

Aemond puts his gloved hand on your cheek and kisses the other. “I hope to see you at dinner.”

“I hope the same.”

Aemond takes his leave and all you do is watch him walk away. You bring your fingertips to your cheek and trace the area he kissed you on, your face drops with a sad expression.

“He remembered what you are, Sister. He won’t forget.” With Aemond gone, Vaegon is more comfortable getting closer to you. You hate that he is right. You can’t let him of all people be right.

It’s only been a day and you're chipping at Aemond faster than you thought. It feels like he’s chipping at you at the same time.

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader

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bananahkim · 1 year

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❤️ 💛 💚

❤️Red Son

He always reminds me of one of my classmates from elementary school(due to his thick eyebrows, glasses, and short temper), so I guess his design was partially inspired by that classmate.

For some reason I’ve always headcanoned his skin color as tan, but he blushes a lot so he has that red tint on his face.

I thought it would be nice to give some patterns to her coat, as she comes from a very powerful family.

I tried to emphasize the blueish colors(violet, purple, and indigo) just a little bit. When people draw fire, they tend to focus on just a few colors like orange, red, or yellow when when in fact flames have a wide variety of colors, including blue. The cooler colors of Red Son’s design represents the more ‘unexpected’ side of them.

💛MK

MK has ‘rounder’ shapes than Red Son, reflecting his easygoing nature that contrasts Red Son’s impatient and short tempered personality.

His sneakers are important to him since he works as a delivery boy and has to run around a lot of places, even when he has his tuk-tuk.

I added some light blue to his original design because… well, because it looked pretty. It doesn’t clash with the yellow and red and makes his design more appealing in my opinion.

💚Mei

Mei is very affectionate and outgoing, that’s why she doesn’t have any sharp edges to her face and body.

But she’s very energetic and athletic as well, so I tried to draw her shoulders and legs like it had visible muscles. Her shoulders, the area that receives more focus than her legs, are covered with a soft jacket so the muscles aren’t that visible, but since she’s wearing tight white pants they can show the exact silhouette of her legs. That’s why her body looks so soft AND firm at the same time.

Despite being short and stocky I think she’d have a very light and graceful walk and a good sense of balance so I gave her some dainty sneakers with metal soles so she can literally kick ass.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #art #my art #artists on tumblr #lmk red son #lmk mk #lmk mei #red son lmk #mk lmk #Mei lmk #nahnahbananakim #red son #I hc that mei is short and buff #especially her shoulders…#also she has moles all over her body

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silentglassbreak · 2 months

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They say vampires and werewolves are enemies.. and all over the world they are usually at each others throats.. but Noah isn't at yours.. he's had a taste for you from the moment he met you.. He just can't get enough of you.. he keeps it secret from his family (coven/pack) until they find out... Your choice which side is which... I would prefer a happy ending but drama and and a sneaky smutty relationship would be awesome, hidden away trying to hide from their respective sides! How Noah's boys take it before they are EVENTUALLY accepting? Or.. does he leave because he prefers to go with his love?!? But yes, forbidden supernatural romance if you could? You are absolutely amazing!

Well, I already wrote Noah as a vampire so for the sake of variety…

After Writing Notes: So, I know this ask implied the reader, but my female character needed an identity. My apologies. Also...I'm sorry. Hope you enjoy!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, blood, violence, character death...It's a vampire/werewolf fic...and it's angsty. Fair warning.

Jaded

Her lips, painted cherry red, were parted so beautifully, her eyes fallen closed. My tongue licked a long stripe up her core, making her body shiver in excitement. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, fingers tangled in my hair as she pressed her hips against my face.

"Mm, that's it baby boy." Her back arched off of the armchair. "Just like that."

Following her instruction, I focused my attention on her clit, sucking down hard, humming into her. Her moans fell out of her mouth so softly, making her sound even more exquisite than she usually did.

"Ugh, if you keep up, I'm going to come."

I breathed out a laugh at that, pulling her thighs in closer, attaching myself to her.

"Baby, please. I need to feel you. I need you to fuck me."

It was tempting to ignore her, continuing my assault on her pussy, but her begging always did something to me. It was too good to resist.

I stood up, unbuckling my belt and opening the front of my slacks. Her hand reached up to palm at my erection over the fabric of my boxers. I placed a hand over hers, pressing it harder where I needed it, my eyes rolling back in my skull.

Her fingers found the opening, letting my cock free, and licked her lips. I had to lean down, placing a knee on the side of the chair, so I could line myself up to her, pressing in slowly. The feeling drew the most beautiful groan from her throat.

She was struggling to breathe through my thrusts, eyes wild and teeth bared.

I had almost forgot, but the desperation in her eyes reminded me.

Without interrupting my rhythm, I reached over to the table next to the chair, gripping the steel blade tight. Quickly, I swiped it over my pectoral muscle, opening a long, deep wound. Blood began pouring out, falling onto her face.

She hissed, mouth falling open, the first few drops landing directly on her tongue.

Her hands gripped my neck, pulling me down so she could bury her face in the blood streaming from my chest. Her lips wrapped tightly around the wound, her voice humming in pleasure and appreciation.

My hips snapped forward, the burning feeling on my skin just adding to the frenzy that I had began, my breathing becoming hoarse.

"I'm going to..." I ground my teeth together, trying to focus. "I'm going to fucking come."

She pulled back, lips covered in the viscous red fluid. "Come for me, baby. Come for me."

"Fuck." I pulled back, gripping my cock in my fist, pumping it over a few times before my release hit me, landing on her chest and stomach.

She smiled, my blood staining her bright white teeth. The look on her face was wild, and something about it pulled somewhere deep inside of me.

I collapsed on the chair next to her, pulling her up onto my lap. Her lips met mine, and I tasted the salty, metallic flavor on her tongue. I had grown accustomed to it, so it never bothered me.

We stayed there, breathing heavily and coming down from the high that we had been riding for the last hour.

She looked up at me, eyes tired and smirking. "Do you regret it?"

She asked me the same question every time. What had once been a serious ask had now become a joke between us.

Running a hand up her leg, I pressed my forehead against hers.

"Never."

“And what happens if they catch us?” Her finger was tracing down my jawline, goosebumps rising on the skin underneath.

I considered this, as I did every time her and I found each other again. What would happen?

I would be exiled at the very least. Banished to roam the hills alone for the rest of my pitiful existence…

But her? There was no chance that she would survive that. Jesse wouldn’t stop until her neck was on a stake, face mocking every last one of her Coven anytime they decided to come knocking…

The thought made me shudder, and I knew that she felt it.

“It’ll never happen, so there’s no sense in us stressing it.” She stood off of me, fleeting over to where her dress had been discarded a while before.

The house around us creaked, deep within the hollow, the only place we could truly be alone. Our safe haven was also so dark and damp, not an ideal setting for the blooming feeling we were spreading here every third night.

“But what if it does?” I leaned forward, balancing my elbows on my knees, and gazed up at her.

She smoothed her raven black hair down, placing it back into the clip effortlessly. Her teeth were back to their regular state, having been satiated plenty for the evening.

“Now, why would you go saying something silly like that?” She stood over me, leaning down, her chest nearly falling from over her corseted gown. Instinctively, I licked my lips, meeting her deep emerald irises.

“I have to.” Standing as well, now towering over her, and running a hand down her cheek. “One of us should.”

She waved a hand dismissively. “I disagree.” Her hands searched idly on the dark floor for her heels. “Now come, mi amor.” Slipping each shoe on, she held a hand out for me to follow her. “The festival will be starting soon, and we have to show face.”

I had already redressed, pulling my belt taut and my jacket on.

The Occult Festival was a tradition in our secluded town, attempting to desensitize the local people to what was happening all around them - right under their ignorant noses.

Like myself, her family had a large hand in the festivities put on throughout the weekend. Despite being long-standing rivals, we got to play nice for these next forty-eight hours. For optics, of course.

“Luna?” I stopped her after we stepped out of the crumbling building, now out in the open where safety was always an issue.

Her fingers squeezed mine as she looked at me. “Yes?”

Calming my racing heart, I sighed, doing my best to communicate my emotions into my grip on her.

“I love you.”

She let her lips pull up gently, a breath releasing.

“Te quiero más, amante.”

“Noah!” I turned my head, seeing Nick jogging up to me. I was loading the last of the festival supplies into the back of Jolly’s truck, ready to be taken back to storage.

“What’s up, man?”

The look on his face concerned me, so I stood at my full attention. “Jesse wants to see you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “For…?”

“I don’t know, dude. Just mentioned to ask you to come to the house after we finished here.”

I groaned, leaning on the tailgate. “He’s going to bug me about the ‘mate’ thing again.” I rubbed my eyes with my hands.

Nick mirrored my stance, bumping shoulders with me.

“Is it so bad? He just wants you to find someone.”

I eyed him knowingly. “He wants me to find a mate to procreate with…” This made Nick chuckle. “It’s archaic, dude. This is the twenty-first century. We don’t need to arrange relationships to insure the pack doesn’t die out.”

Nick nodded. “I agree, brother, but he’s not going to let it go. You’re the only one of the Epsilon who haven’t mated yet.”

“And I shouldn’t have to! I’m a warrior, not a fucking breeder.”

He winced at that. “C’mon, Noah. You know we don’t call them that anymore.”

I shrugged, turning to lock the tailgate. “Might as fucking well. That’s what it is.”

Stalking through the front door, I let it slam heavily behind me. I walked through the large estate, feet pounding on the hardwood floors. I could already smell the food, so I made my way to the kitchen, hoping to find Jesse there.

As my instincts would have it, he stood at the stove, towel hung over his shoulder, stirring something in a pot. I cleared my throat, making my presence known, hands folded in front of me.

“Noah, you don’t have to be so stoic.” Jesse chuckled, not even turning to look at me. “Relax a little, huh?”

I stepped further into the room, sighing, and leaning a hip against the island.

“You wanted to see me?”

He turned, tasting something on the end of his spoon. “I did.” He nodded in satisfaction, wiping his hand on the towel before looking directly at me.

“How was the festival?”

I nodded smugly. “Boring. Flawless. Same as every year.”

He smiled warmly. It was a joke of an expression.

“That’s good, I’m glad to hear it.” He moved around the island, moving to walk past me. “Follow me?”

I did as I was told, and as we passed the dining room, he waved to his wife, who was setting the table.

“Dinner in ten, Amelia!” She smiled brightly at him.

We walked into his office, him locking the door behind us.

“Noah, I need to show you something.”

He stepped behind the large oak desk, unlocked a drawer with a key kept on the ring in his pocket. He slipped out an envelope, and handed it to me.

I inspected it, getting a whiff of the sour, rusted smell of blood.

We only got correspondence in blood from one place…

“Open it.”

Robotically and carefully, I pulled the page from it's place in the envelope, noting the thinly written scripture.

‘I only have so much patience, dog. I will not tolerate any reckless endangerment to my Coven. Keep your boys in line, or I’ll make sure to send them back to you in pieces.

Condolencias,

Señora

“And what happens if they catch us?” Her finger was tracing down my jawline, goosebumps rising on the skin underneath.

I considered this, as I did every time her and I found each other again. What would happen?

I would be exiled at the very least. Banished to roam the hills alone for the rest of my pitiful existence…

But her? There was no chance that she would survive that. Jesse wouldn’t stop until her neck was on a stake, face mocking every last one of her coven anytime they decided to come knocking…

The thought made me shudder, and I knew that she felt it.

“It’ll never happen, so there’s no sense in us stressing it.” She stood off of me, flowing over to where her dress had been discarded hours before.

“But what if it does?” I leaned forward, balancing my elbows on my knees, and gazed up at her.

She smoothed her raven black hair down, placing it back into the clip effortlessly. Her teeth were back to their regular state, having been satiated plenty for the evening.

“I have to.” Standing as well, now towering over her, and running a hand down her cheek. “One of us should.”

I had already redressed, pulling my belt taut and my jacket on.

The Occult Festival was a tradition in our secluded town, attempting to desensitize the local people to what was happening all around them - right under their ignorant noses.

Like myself, her family had a large hand in the festivities out on throughout the weekend. Despite being long-standing rivals, we got to play nice for these next forty-eight hours. For optics, of course.

“Luna?” I stopped her after we stepped out of the crumbling building, now out in the open where safety was always an issue.

Her fingers squeezed mine as she looked at me. “Yes?”

Calming my racing heart, I sighed, doing my best to communicate my emotions into my grip on her.

“I love you.”

She let her lips pull up gently, a breath releasing.

“Te quiero más, amante.”

“Noah!” I turned my head, seeing Nick jogging up to me. I was loading the last of the festival supplies into the back of Jolly’s truck, ready to be taken back to storage.

“What’s up, man?”

The look on his face concerned me, so I stood at my full attention. “Jesse wants to see you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “For…?”

“I don’t know, dude. Just mentioned to ask you to come to the house after we finished here.”

I groaned, leaning on the tailgate. “He’s going to bug me about the ‘mate’ thing again.” I rubbed my eyes with my hands.

Nick mirrored my stance, bumping shoulders with me.

“Is it so bad? He just wants you to find someone.”

Nick nodded. “I agree, brother, but he’s not going to let it go. You’re the only one of the Epsilon who haven’t mated yet.”

“And I shouldn’t have to! I’m a warrior, not a fucking breeder.”

He winced at that. “C’mon, Noah. You know we don’t call them that anymore.”

I shrugged, turning to lock the tailgate. “Might as fucking well. That’s what it is.”

As my instincts would have it, he stood at the stove, towel hung over his shoulder, stirring something in a pot. I cleared my throat, making my presence known, hands folded in front of me.

“Noah, you don’t have to be so stoic.” Jesse chuckled, not even turning to look at me. “Relax a little, huh?”

I stepped further into the room, sighing, and leaning a hip against the island.

“You wanted to see me?”

He turned, tasting something on the end of his spoon. “I did.” He nodded in satisfaction, wiping his hand on the towel before looking directly at me.

“How was the festival?”

I nodded smugly. “Boring. Flawless. Same as every year.”

He smiled warmly. It was a joke of an expression.

“That’s good, I’m glad to hear it.” He moved around the island, moving to walk past me. “Follow me?”

I did as I was told, and as we passed the dining room, he waved to his wife, who was setting the table.

“Dinner in ten Amelia!” She smiled brightly at him.

We walked into his office, him locking the door behind us.

“Noah, I need to show you something.”

He stepped behind the large oak desk, unlocked a drawer with a key kept on the ring in his pocket. He slipped out an envelope, and handed it to me.

I inspected it, getting a whiff of the sour, rusted smell of blood.

We only got correspondence in blood from one place…

“Open it.”

Robotically and carefully, I pulled the page from it's place in the envelope, noting the thinly written scripture.

‘I only have so much patience, dog. I will not tolerate any reckless endangerment to my Coven. Keep your boys in line, or I’ll make sure to send them back to you in pieces.

Condolencias,

Señora Ladrón’

My hands wanted to tremble, but my self control held them in place, maintaining my composure. I looked up at Jesse.

“When did you receive this?”

“Yesterday at midnight.” He chewed his lip. “Any ideas?”

Shaking my head, I slipped the message back into the envelope. “Someone has been fucking with the Coven?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Fucking with, or…”

I nodded, understanding what he was insinuating.

“I have no idea which of our brothers could be that stupid. I’ve gone over it so many times. I can’t imagine the Ladrón family take lightly to intermingling species.” He rolled his eyes. “I would bet it’s Luna. She’s always been a bit of a whore.”

My spine twitched, but I held steady.

“We need to get ahead of this, Noah. We don’t need this kind of heat.”

“I understand.” I dropped the parcel down onto his desk, straightening my back and maintaining eye contact with my Alpha.

He shrugged, coming to stand in front of me. “I would feel a lot better if you would choose a mate already.”

I couldn’t hide the eye roll. “Why is that?”

He lowered his gaze, making my head bow instinctively. “You know why.” He stepped closer. “The vampires have us outnumbered. If they decide our existence is no longer necessary, then they have a hell of an advantage over us.”

I didn’t speak.

“And you running rogue, refusing to fall in line doesn’t exactly look good for us, does it?” His voice was so deadly, it made my skin crawl.

“No, sir.” I answered obediently.

His hand clapped my shoulder, indicating I was free of my submission.

“Do some research on this. Report back to me by Friday with what you’ve found.” I nodded, turning toward the door for my exit.

“Noah?” I turned my head, hand placed on the doorknob. “Don’t fuck this up.”

Her phone was going straight to voicemail for the eighth time, and I snarled, throwing my phone across the room. It landed hard on the floor after bouncing off of the wall. I fell down onto my bed, hands tightening in my hair and pulling.

How could this have happened? We had been so careful. Our meetup spot was far enough out of town that neither her family nor mine would ever stray far enough to pick up on our scent. It didn't make any sense.

She knew better than to tell anyone about our secret meetings, let alone anyone in her family. I never left my scent on her, ensuring to keep my hormones in check while I was with her. I knew her mother could smell a wolf from miles away, but I'd never take that kind of a risk.

I would wait a full forty-eight hours to phase prior to seeing her, that way the lingering smell of my blood would wash away after she fed. We had the perfect system, taking the time to plan it over and over before actually meeting for the first time.

It had been a year that Luna and I had been seeing each other. I knew it wasn't right, going against every force of nature that existed. I couldn't help it. She was different. She wasn't like any other vampire I had ever met.

I let her drink from me only days after we slept together the first time, knowing full well that we would be connected deeply once she had. She was mine, and I would never be able to let her go. She understood me. She didn't see me as the Epsilon leader, or a member of the pack. She saw me for who I was...a man.

Frustrated and wired, I opened my bedroom door, barreling through the house. "Whoa, where's the fire?"

Nick's voice made me stop, my shoulders tensing. I turned to see him at the end of the hallway, staring at me inquisitively. I glared at him, and he narrowed his eyes.

"What's going on?"

Continuing my path toward the door, I heard him following me. I didn't answer his question, choosing to brush past it.

"Noah!" His hand caught my shoulder, and I slapped it away, turning around, getting inches from his face.

"Back off, Nick!" My voice was booming, my chest puffing. Nick didn't back down, one of the few pack members who wasn't afraid of me.

"Fuck that, Noah! Something's going on. You've been in your room pacing for fucking hours!"

I took a step back. "I've got to be somewhere."

He followed after me. "Where could you possibly need to be at midnight? We don't have patrol tonight."

"I need to fucking think, okay?"

I opened the door, but stopped when I heard his voice behind me.

"Are you going to see Luna?"

My blood ran cold, and my pupils blew wide. Without thought, I rushed him, pressing him against the wall with a forearm to his throat.

"What did you say?" Is this how I was found out? Did my brother actually rat on me? To the vampires, no less?

"I know about you two. I have for a while." His hands were clawing at my arm as he struggled under my hold. "I didn't tell Jesse, man. I didn't tell anyone."

Searching his face, I saw his eyes shining. He was being honest.

I dropped him from the wall, and he took a moment to choke out a breath. "How do you know?"

He stared at me, disbelief in his eyes. "Jesse ordered me to follow you. Three weeks ago."

My eyes widened.

"He wanted to know where you would disappear to for days at a time."

I raised my eyebrows. "And?"

He looked at me incredulously, as if I had the nerve. "And..." He scoffed. "I found you and her going into the hollow, at the old Berringer place." My chest heaved, heart threatening to burst out of my chest. "I didn't tell anyone."

"Why?"

He rubbed his neck, moving to sit down on the couch in the living room. "Because you're my brother?"

Taking a breath, exhaling through my nose, I forced myself to calm down.

"Noah, I'd never tell anyone about you two, but you have to know that what you're doing is dangerous." He shook his head. "If the Coven finds out about you two?"

I hissed, turning my head. "I know, Nick."

He sat back, arm falling over the back of the couch. "That's not even mentioning what Jesse would do."

Letting my head fall back, I chuckled. "I don't care about Jesse. So what if he exiles me?"

Nick's face fell, a shocked expression on his face. "Is that what you think?"

I scrubbed a hand over my face. "That's what he did to Folio when he fell in love with that one girl. The one from California?"

Nick stood then, hands balled into fists. "That was a human he mated with, Noah." His hands came up to grab my arms, working to get my full attention. "Luna isn't human, dude. She's a fucking vampire."

He dropped his arms then. "And not just any vampire. She's the Countess' daughter!"

Hearing the words out loud put a new perspective on this.

"You think Jesse would have me killed?" My tone was even.

Nick shrugged. "I don't know, man. But if it meant keeping the peace with the Ladróns? I don't think there's a lot he wouldn't do."

I growled, squeezing my eyes closed. "I need to talk to her. Maybe she'll want to leave with me."

Nick took a few careful steps away from me, bewildered. "What?"

"I've thought it out, and that's the only way. We'd have to go far, as far as we can. Maybe South America, or Asia?"

"Noah," He ran a worried hand through his hair. "you're not actually considering leaving your entire pack for a vampire, are you?"

I grit my teeth, a warning. "She's not just a vampire, Nick." Exhaling a breath, I tried to keep my voice calm. "I love her."

"You can't just leave, Noah! The pack needs you!"

"For what?! To ward off rival packs? To keep the fucking vampires at bay?! Jesse's got you and the rest of his good ol' boys to do that."

I could see the offense on Nick's face, but he ignored it.

"Have you let her drink from you?"

I wasn't expecting that. To be fair, it was a pretty vital question.

"She hasn't bit me."

"So she hasn't tasted your blood?"

I was silent, not able to maintain eye contact with him. I could tell he was pissed off now.

"God damn it, dude! You know what that means!" He shoved a hand into my chest, knocking me a few steps back.

"I do."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Wouldn't have let her if I wasn't."

Sucking his teeth, he moved away from the doorway he had been blocking, waving his arm toward the exit.

"Well, fine then." He turned the knob, opening the door for me to leave. "Go for it, Noah. Abandon everyone who loves and cares about you for a bloodsucking tramp who will probably double-cross you anyway."

Ticking my jaw, I shot daggers at him. "That's enough, Nick."

"No! No it's not! I'm your brother, Noah! I have been since we were five years old! And you're just going to run away with her? You decided to mate with her? You didn't even tell me!"

"I couldn't tell you!"

"Why?! Afraid I'd tell Jesse? Well, I fucking didn't! So what the fuck?!"

He was right. Nick was the closest thing I had ever had to actual blood. I was always alone, from the time I was a child. His family raised me, took care of me since my parents died. I owed him more than this.

"Nick..." I stared up at him. "I love her. I don't know what else to do."

It took a moment, but I saw the rage calming in his eyes. He moved, standing a foot away from the open entryway, and motioned again.

"Then go. But if you do? You can't come back. I hope you know what you're doing, Noah."

I ran, full speed, as fast as I could, through the moss and the trees, the only light catching around me was the harsh white moonlight. The ground was wet and soft under my feet, making the worst squelching sound when I finally halted. The scent came strong in my nostrils. I was exactly two miles from the Ladrón estate, the gates less than two hundred feet away.

I padded silently up to the fence, my pitch black fur blending into the forest around me. I could smell her from where I stood, but she wasn't inside. Her scent wasn't close enough, and I didn't know where she was, but I could feel her.

Once mated, Luna and I had formed the kind of bond that didn't require words or regular communication. We could feel each other's souls from sometimes miles away. I needed to find her.

I continued to trek through the woods, heading closer to the town, but keeping far enough from the highway so as not to be spotted. Her scent picked up closer to the hollow, so I followed our usual trail. She took a hard left off of the path, and I tracked her all the way to the lake.

Mostly overgrown and abandoned, I stopped and watched as I saw her sitting on the pier, cross-legged and hunched over staring into the water.

Taking a moment to form back into myself, I slipped the clothes I carried with me on, and walked toward her.

She knew I was there, she had to. Even from several yards away, I could hear her soft cries.

"Luna?"

Her head snapped up, and she looked at me. I caught the sight of her blood covering her right cheek, and broke out in a run, falling to my knees in front of her.

"What happened?" I inspected the large laceration, wincing at the depth of it. Someone had done a number on her.

"My mother-" Her voice cracked, her hands reaching up to hold my arms. "She knew I was hiding something." Her entire body was shaking, and I pulled her close to me.

After a moment, she finally continued. "She had her men..." Her entire body trembled. "Noah, they did such awful things."

I squeezed her tight, my rage hardening inside of me. "They found out I was mated."

"Okay, it's okay."

She pulled back, tears falling, mixing with the blood on her face. "No it's not! She said she wanted a name, or she'd have the entire pack slaughtered!"

"Did you tell her it was me?"

Her eyes pleaded with me. "I had to. I didn't know what to do." She pressed her face into my chest. "Noah, please, I'm so sorry. Please."

Petting her hair, soothing her, I hummed in her ear. "It's okay, baby. I've got you. No one's going to find us."

Her eyes looked up at me, green shining as bright as stone, like the night sky over the water. "They won't?"

Sitting completely, I pulled her into my lap, rocking us gently back and forth. "We'll leave, tonight. We'll get out of here, and they'll never see us again, okay? They won't find us, Luna. I promise."

Her arms pulled around me tight, nearly crushing my rib cage.

"Noah," I looked down at her. "They drained so much from me. I can't run. Not right now. I barely made it here."

I pursed my lips. "What if you fed?"

She shook her head. "It's not enough. I have to rest, or I'll never get anywhere. I'll just slow us down."

Nodding, I held her close.

"Were you followed?"

"I don't think so. I doubt they even realized I'm gone yet."

I moved to stand, pulling her with me. "Alright, we'll wait it out until morning. Then, we're gone."

Luna stared directly up at me, trusting me with every fiber of her being. I guided us up the pier, back into the darkened woods toward our safe haven in the hollow.

The sound woke me before her hands on my shoulders did.

"Noah! Someone's here!"

My eyes snapped open, and I sat upright, pulling her protectively toward me. We had fallen asleep only a few hours before, tucked in the bedroom of the condemned house we had learned to call home more than our own. I could feel her shaking in my grasp, my hands doing my best to steady her.

My senses were disillusioned. Someone had blocked the scent outside, which was never a good thing.

"Come on out you two. We don't want to come in after you." A voice called from outside. I recognized it anywhere.

Jesse.

I was frozen, unable to comprehend it. How had he found us? Nick hadn't told them. He wouldn't. Were we followed?

"Noah..." His voice was stern now, stricken with authority. "Now."

My breath shook, and I looked at her. "Noah." Her lip was trembling. "We have to go out there."

Closing my eyes, I gripped her wrists, looking at her dead on. "Stay here."

"What?"

"Luna, stay here. No matter what happens. Just stay inside."

Her tears were forming again. "Noah, you can't. If they hurt you-"

"They will." I swallowed hard. "You have to stay here."

She shook her head, now fully sobbing. "Please, Noah. Don't. Let's just run! I might be strong enough now."

"No. We'll never make it." My eyes scanned the house. "They'll get us before we even make it out of the house."

Biting my lip, I gripped her face, pressing my forehead to hers.

"I love you, Luna."

She grabbed my hands, breathing heavily. "I love you, Noah."

I stood, then, taking a deep breath and straightening my shoulders. My feet felt loud walking to the door, and I mentally willed myself to open it, peering out into the pitch black woods.

Just below the front porch, Jesse, surrounded by the remainder of the Epsilon stood, a small fire built in front of them. I sighed, dropping down the steps.

"What do you want, Jesse?"

My eyes scanned across the entire pack, noticing Nick standing just to Jesse's left flank. His hands were tucked neatly behind his back, as studious as ever.

"Huh," Jesse looked at me through curious eyes. "is that any way to address your Alpha, Noah?"

Tightening my jaw, I took a step toward him. "You've obviously found me out."

He nodded, moving toward me, hands in his pants pockets. "That, I have."

"How?"

Smirking, he let out a small snicker. "Well, your little girlfriend wasn't hard to follow."

I narrowed my eyes. "You're not supposed to hunt the Coven. It's against the laws."

He rubbed a hand over his mouth, scratching at his beard. "You're right, I'm not. However," His eyes bounced around behind me, looking at something over my shoulder. "I wasn't the one who followed her."

Hearing it before I could turn around, the sound of feet racing into the door caught my attention. My body whipped back toward the house, but before I could run, heavy hands had my arms and shoulders, holding me firmly in place.

I turned to see Jolly and Matt on either side of me, faces unwavering.

"No!" I barked at them. "Don't! Let me go!"

"Noah, you really should just let this happen. You brought it on yourself."

The shrill sound of Luna's screams ripped through the darkness, and I watched as two large, bulky men dragged her forward from the doorway, hands on her arms. She thrashed in their grip.

"Let me go, cabrón!" Her hair whipped around violently as she fought against them. "Te mataré! Mataré a tu familia!" She cursed them, but they were unwavering, pulling her.

"Mija." The ice cold voice made us both stop, and I craned my neck to look behind me.

The tall, slender figure stood, only a foot to the right of Jesse, eyes dark as night, piercing into mine.

"Mama..." Luna's voice faltered, the men throwing her to the ground onto her knees.

"How could you disappoint me this way?" Her mother, the leader of the Coven, shook her head in disapproval. "I knew you were stupid, but I didn't realize you were quite this idiotic."

Her voice held no empathy. No emotion.

"Mama, you have to understand-" She pleaded with her mother, but was silenced when she lifted a hand between them.

"Enough." Her eyes turned to Jesse, then. "Tell me, wolf," She then glared at me, piercing daggers. "give me one good reason why I shouldn't wipe out your entire pack right now?"

He sucked his teeth, sighing heavily. "I won't lie, Señora, this is a shock to us all." He stared back at me. "Noah is one of our best, so it's a shame."

"You know what I demand to make this right."

His eyes fell, his shoulders rounding. "Is there nothing else I can do to atone?"

Answering with her gaze, he nodded. She wanted me dead, I could feel it.

"Mama, no! Don't!" I felt the arms holding me pressing me forward, closer to the fire, and pushing me down onto my knees. "He didn't do anything! He's innocent!"

"Silencio! I will deal with you back at home!"

I was silent, having long accepted this was my fate. As long as Luna survived, that was all I cared about.

"Please!" Her voice was screaming, breaking with each word. "You're wrong! You can't do this!"

Señora Ladrón approached me, skin white as the moon overhead. It wasn't until she was less than a foot away that I saw the shining blade in her hand. Silver.

Closing my eyes, I relaxed, taking a deep breath.

This was okay. I never belonged here, on this Earth. I was put here in a pack that never understood me. Never believed in me. I was an outcast amongst misfits; if only I hadn't been so lucky.

And to make matters worse, the only woman I could connect with, feeling any depth for, was a fucking vampire. A cosmic joke, my life truly was.

Thank goodness it was ending, that way I didn't have to fuck it up anymore.

"Alpha, stop."

The words rang through the impending silence, and my eyes cracked open.

I saw the hand on Jesse's shoulder, and my stomach sank.

"Nick? What is it?"

No. No. No.

"I have to confess." The woods were deadly quiet, all noise ceasing in that second.

"Yes?"

All eyes fell on my brother, and I felt my body beginning to shake.

"Noah is innocent." My jaw fell open, arms pulling against the hands on me. "He was hiding Luna for me."

My eyes flashed to Luna, who looked as stunned as I did, still sat on her knees in the dirt.

"Don't, Nick!" I called, but I was silenced by a harsh slap to the back of my skull, credit of Jolly.

"We're in love. We have been for months."

"Stop!" A fist landed on my jaw, trying to silence me. It wouldn't work. "He's lying!"

"Noah, I won't let you die for me!" He called to me, and I begged him with my eyes. "I asked Noah to get Luna to safety, and I would meet them in the morning. We were going to run away."

The tall, treacherous Countess stared down at me, and then at Luna. "Mija? Is this true?"

I could see the shock in her eyes, incapable of speaking. The tears flowed down her face.

"Luna!" I screeched at her. "Tell them he's lying!"

After a split second, her eyes flashed to me, and I swore I saw an apology.

"No!" I fought against the hands holding me. "No! Nick, no!"

Jesse's head fell, sighing heavily. His hands grabbed Nick's shoulders, gripping them firmly. "You're sure?"

He knew. He had to have. Nick would never...

But he was met with a curt nod, his deep brown eyes landing on the approaching vampires, now circling him.

Jesse just stepped back, shrugging his shoulders, and closed his eyes.

"No!" I pulled and fought, but I was caught in a death grip. "Nick! Please! No!"

I turned to face the Alpha, pleading. "Jesse! You know he didn't do it! Please! Don't let them-"

But before I could finish, I saw the shine of the blade, a stun on Nick's face, and after that all I saw was deep, flowing blood...

The woods were so still, the only movement was his body falling to the ground.

"NO!" My voice crested, chest roaring to life. "Nick!" I finally managed to break loose from the hands that held me, but it was too late.

My hands grabbed his head, cradling him in my lap, his life pouring out over me. His eyes were still open, a cold, dead stare looking back at me.

That's what he was...

My brother was dead.

Hunching over him, my body shook, hard cries ripping through me. My hands stroked his hair, staring into him.

"Please." I pulled at the hair on his scalp. "Please, wake up. Please don't do this to me."

It was useless. He was gone.

"Come. We have other matters to deal with."

My eyes shot up, watching as the men from before grabbed Luna, dragging her into the forest. She screamed and fought, but I wasn't prepared to save her.

Not now...

"Noah?" The voice that called me was foreign to me now, no Alpha of mine.

I only looked at him, not allowing him to meet me face-to-face. I refused to leave my brother on the ground.

"Your involvement in all of this," He gestured to the body in my arms. "for the death of your brother," I snarled, warning. "it's grounds for exile."

Not feeling a response was warranted, I only elected to gather enough blood from my busted lip on my tongue, spitting at his feet.

He cackled, crouching down next to me. "I don't want to see you around here again, got it? If I do, I'll make sure you don't worm your way out of it again."

And before I could spit directly into his face, he was gone. They all were. Just ghosts in the night.

I was left, alone, with what was left of my brother, and the glow of the fire bouncing off of the trees.

The only sound that filled the night then were my harsh, broken screams.

#bad omens #noah sebastian #fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #bad omens cult

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Kinktober Day 21 - Somnophilia

Another hyper fixation I had a fling with has to do with um..a Latino Spider-man. >///> Don't look at me, he's got nice...features....*cough* Enjoy!~

Warning! This work does contain pre-agreed to (although never directly stated) consensual non-consent! If that is not something you're okay with, please do not read! Thank you!

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Never in your life had you seen someone work as hard as Miguel did. You knew, of course, why he did what he did. The multiverse was a serious thing, and despite not being part of the Spider Society, you knew why it needed the protection it had.

Not that it wasn’t important, you do wish Miguel would give himself a break once in a while. It hurt you to see the man you loved so dear make it back to your shared home looking like he was about to drop to the ground. Yet no matter how much you argued with him about it, he never relented.

You even consulted Lyla about it one night when Miguel wasn’t in earshot. “You can’t just…lace the Rapture or something?” you asked, voice hushed. “Slip some melatonin in there or something to get him to just…relax for a second?”

“Sorry hun,” Lyla told you, the AI sighing heavily in her own electronic way. “I wish I could.” You flopped back against your shared bed at that answer.

Upon wandering through the halls of the society that day, you hadn’t expected anything different. You waved and said hello to a variety of different Peter Parkers and Spider-Mans alike. They knew you pretty well by now, seeing how often you brought food by Miguel’s office to be sure he was actually eating. Sometimes they’d keep you company while you waited for him to return.

The door opened slowly, and you expected the pedestal to lower with your super-powered lover atop it. “Miguel, I brought your favorite by,” you called. Yet as the chair he sat at turned around, you caught a sight that was beyond rare.

Head held up by his fist, Spiderman-2099 was out like an absolute light. You sighed quietly as you set the food down and approached him, doing your best to mute your footsteps. Once you were on the pedestal, you felt it begin to raise and panicked slightly.

Lyla appeared out of thin air, hushing you. You smiled in relief, settling yourself on the metal flooring between Miguel’s legs. “Yeah, you might not want to sit there sweetheart,” the AI told you quietly. When you gave her a questioning look, she points to the area of your lover’s crotch.

Even his spider suit did nothing to conceal the bulge growing beneath the synthetic cloth. You blushed a little, peeking your head around the chair to see if anyone else had entered with you. Upon realizing you were alone, you put your hand gently on the man’s inner thigh.

“You’re so worked up love,” you whispered, caressing the skin their. You watched with a knowing look as pixels slowly dissipated to reveal his prominent erection. You weren’t going to question though, taking your lover’s member in your hand and pumping slowly. “You need to relax more.”

Miguel made a soft noise in his slumbering state, but otherwise showed no signs of waking. Perfect. You did your best to be slow and quiet, licking a line up the shaft before swirling your tongue around the head. With enough saliva built up, you slid your way down, bobbing your head at a snail’s pace. You wanted this to be pleasurable for him, not a rude awakening.

And so far, it was. On the occasion, your love would buck his hips up, especially when your tongue swiped over a few specific veins. You did your best not to gag too harshly, tucking your thumb into your fist and holding it tightly.

Every once in a while you would hear him mumble something in Spanish or even your name, which you took as a good sign. One hand you kept on his thigh, massaging the muscles there. The other took to stroking his shaft where you couldn’t quite reach. You had your lover as covered as the multiverse ever would be.

You knew he was close when the little noises got to be more and more frequent. You focused your attention on the head of his cock, laving your tongue over the slit. “Mi amor,” you heard as cum began to hit your tongue and cheek. Miguel groaned softly as he came, hips rising off his chair.

The sound of the door opening caught your attention, causing you to panic. You’re not too sure what made the pedestal remain so still, but your blood was running cold regardless. “I’ll be with you in a minute,” came Miguel’s voice, sounding as cool and calm as ever.

You looked up only to be met with those tired ruby eyes you adored so much. Once the door shut, your hero bent forward a bit as he thumbed the cum from your cheek. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before sitting up straight again.

“Thank you for the respite cariño. Now let me get back to work.”

#bat writes #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut

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Superbat Week 2024 - Day 3

Xenobio Extravaganza

A/B/O | Alien Biology | Kryptonian Diet

(I am a massive xenobiology nerd, you have no idea the monster you've unleashed)

So I’m perpetually annoyed by the fact that Kryptonians look exactly like humans, have the same blood colour as humans, are reproductively compatible with humans, etc. despite being from completely unrelated planets

So I thought, what if Kryptonians developed a very mild form of shapeshifting as some kind of survival mechanism

So Kryptonian children slowly but surely grow to almost exactly mimic the dominant species of whatever place they grew up, or, like, the species they were raised by

So a Kryptonian raised by Skrull or Vulcans or wtvr would grow up to look like those species instead

It’s not a perfect explanation but it’s the first one that’s made any sense to me

Anyway, the illustration is just more of my headcanons on what remaining Kryptonian traits Supes might have, written in the style of Anatomy of a Metahuman, ie I tried to write it like these were Bruce's notes

Text from the image under the cut

Kryptonians produce far more varied pigments than Humans, and as such have a wider variety of hair, eye, and even skin colours: Kal has blue-pigmented eyes and hair a similar iridescent black as ravens and crows

Vestigial pointed ears, though what the ancestral purpose was, I can only guess

Kryptonians seem to have some similar membrane to the Tapetum Lucidum, giving Kal far superior night vision, though it must make it difficult for Clark to have his picture taken with flash

Very prominent canine teeth, Kryptonian ancestors were definitely meat-eaters, and his teeth seem to be actual bone, unlike humans

As muscle mass can only increase through repeated micro-tearing and healing during regular and strenuous exercise, Kal doesn't actually have that much bulk since he'd have to bench press an aircraft carrier every other day to "get big"

Lack of nipples would indicate non-mammalian ancestry, but the presence of a belly-button suggests Kryptonians were a placental species. The only alternative would be that Kryptonians lay eggs, which is...

...I have seen this man knowingly and willingly consume metal multiple times. I have no idea what is going on in here, but I fear asking him if I could get in his guts could be misconstrued. (Here's what inspired this point!)

From my translations of some Kryptonian texts, their society had wildly different concepts of gender than Humans, as well as indications that there was a wide array of how their biological sex presented. Perhaps my theory about egg-laying isn't so far-fetched...

#superbatweek2024 #Superbat #Superman #Clark Kent #Batman #Bruce Wayne #DC #My Art

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cumaeansibyl · 21 days

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okay this is my biggest conspiracy theory except it's not really a Conspiracy Theory because I am not actually positing a shadowy prime mover who planned the whole thing from the start. that always ends up in wildly antisemitic places where I do not go, and also I don't think anyone in history has had their shit together enough to mastermind Schemes of this type. my theories are always more like "this happened serendipitously and at some point maybe someone noticed and took advantage but there's certainly no central figure in charge."

so we start with the normalization of overwork in our society, since roughly forever. in modern times this led to abuse of medical and recreational stimulants -- everyone was on speed in the 50s and coke in the 80s -- but we all kind of figured out that was a bad idea, for the most part. what we still had after the white powder settled, though, was caffeine. totally legal, totally normalized.

but people were still overworked, and they also still wanted to have energy after work, to do fun things with the little free time left to them.

enter energy drinks.

unlike coffee, which still has the feeling of a daytime beverage and also to some extent a workplace beverage, energy drinks are an anytime food! you can even get them in mixed drinks for a night out. they're for work AND play. they come in a wide range of dose strengths, including a shooter for when you're in really dire straits. after all, taking caffeine pills feels like "pill-popping," but having a little beverage is fine, right?

at the same time, there is increasing interest in remedies for a variety of unspecific ailments caused by "toxins," the new buzzword in a very old industry of patent nostrums and dubious cure-alls. the theory is that some sort of unspecified substance has entered your body, and in order to feel well again you need to detox and cleanse -- which in practice involves a lot of induced defecation. And this is supposed to be good for feelings of fatigue, muscle soreness, anxiety, stomach upset, and difficulty sleeping.

See where I'm going with this?

The "toxins" that make you feel terrible all the time are caffeine. Not heavy metals, or refined sugar, or vaccines, or yeast. It's just fucking caffeine.

Well, caffeine and chronic overwork/sleep deprivation, which is not entirely a direct result of the caffeine but is certainly enabled/exacerbated by it. Everyone is working too much and taking stimulants to get through the day and in fact experiencing mild overdose symptoms on a fairly regular basis (irritable? jittery? that's caffeine toxicity) and it's no wonder we all feel like shit.

And then! When you come home from your day of pushing your mind and body too hard! It is ALSO normalized to take downers to level out! Alcohol is also a toxin, and it takes a lot less of it to start doing systemic damage than most people realize. When you wake up in the morning feeling foggy and achy, it may not be enough to register as a proper hangover, but it's almost certainly the combined effect of alcohol and caffeine withdrawal. Both mild! Both nearly harmless and easily recovered from! If you're not doing it on a regular basis and if you're getting enough rest, which you're not, as we previously established.

It's the chronicity that's the issue, the neverending grind of it all. You can't recover from chronic sleep deprivation or overwork with an extra few hours of rest on the weekends. You can't recover from long-term chemical dependence with a 24-hour tolerance break. If you're a wage earner in late-stage capitalism your options for reversing the damage are pretty limited and they all look like deprivation: prioritizing an unbroken 8-9 hours of sleep per night may well mean giving up most if not all of your social life and leisure activities. Fuck that.

And to be clear, I don't consider choosing to stay out late with a vodka Red Bull to be a personal failure of any kind, just like I don't think poor people should never buy themselves anything nice. If work keeps trying to take more and more of your time, you gotta carve out time for yourself somewhere. But... y'all know me. I want people to know the risks.

I think a lot of people don't realize that their bodies are under this much strain. They don't know that we are better suited for a 4-6 hour work day, that 6-7 hours of sleep is genuinely not enough for most people, that as little as 2 cups of coffee might be enough to put them over the recommended maximum caffeine intake. They don't know that they're drinking enough alcohol to cause health problems.

If you know and you decide to do it anyway that's fine, it's your right. I do inadvisable shit all the time. But people don't know, they're not being told, because they can't be allowed to question the material conditions they're being forced to endure -- and then they're being sold a bunch of useless or even harmful bullshit to "cure" the inevitable consequences of those conditions.

#drugs #alcohol #don't get me STARTED on people dependent on legal drugs sneering at people dependent on illegal drugs #girl (gn) have you seen yourself in caffeine withdrawal don't talk to me

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niki-phoria · 2 years

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⋆｡°✩ chishiya, arisu, and kuina reaction - first i love you

warnings: kinda ooc chishiya, blood in arisu's, transphobia/unaccepting parents in kuina's, reader smokes in kuina's

a/n: requests are open !! please read my rules first they're in my pinned post i feel like i've been writing a lot of aib lately but i love chishiya sm don't expect me to stop any time soon my motivation works in weird ways

gn! reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ chishiya

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chishiya glances over his shoulder at you as you reach over to touch his hair. you pull his bangs back behind his ears, pulling his hair into a low ponytail.

“what are you doing?” he asks.

“your hair is tangled.” chishiya hums, turning to refocus on the bomb he’s creating. your hands are gentle as you slowly pull at the tangles, separating the strands so they’re no longer knotted.

once his hair isn’t tangled anymore, you move your hands to rest on his shoulders. chishiya sighs when you gently squeeze the tense muscles. he shifts, leaning further forwards to give you a better position. you increase the pressure a little, smiling when chishiya hums.

he reaches up to grab your hand, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. “thank you.”

“come on,” you coax him to stand up, leading him to lay down on your bed. “you’ve been up all night working. let me take care of you.”

chishiya lays on his stomach as you lean over his back, gently running your hands against his bare skin. he feels warm despite the cold night air drifting through from your cracked window. he hides his face in a pillow, letting out a stifled groan when you press down on a specific part of his upper back. your nails gently scratch against his skin.

you massage chishiya’s back until he no longer feels tense underneath your hands. his body is completely relaxed when you move off of him and curl into his side. chishiya moves to face you, pulling you into his chest. “i love you,” he whispers. you pause as he reaches over to grab your hand, stroking his thumb against your knuckles. you wrap your arms further around him, wrapping your arms around him. you pull him into a kiss, leaning your forehead against his.

“i love you too.” chishiya smiles a little, pulling you into another quick kiss.

⋆｡°✩ arisu

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arisu’s hands shake as he presses them against the still-bleeding wound just under his ribs. he stumbles into the makeshift hospital room you created, leaning against the wall. you gasp, quick to rush over to him. your hands replace his, leading him over to lay on the bed. “what happened?” you ask, pressing gauze against his side.

“shrapnel,” arisu rasps out.

“hold this,” you mutter, moving to prepare a needle for stitches. arisu closes his eyes, attempting to mentally prepare himself for the incoming pain. “i’m sorry, this is gonna hurt.” arisu nods, holding his breath as you begin. you wince at his scream of pain, continuing to murmur apologies until he finally passes out.

when arisu wakes up, you’re no longer in the room. he’s shirtless, but a blanket has been laid out on his chest. his side stings in pain as moves to sit up, leaning against the wall. he glances around the room. it’s dark and cold, possibly a basement. there are a variety of medical supplies laid out on various tables. the metal table he’s laying on feels cold underneath him despite the towel he’s laying on.

the door swings open, startling him. you lean against the door, holding it open with your back, arms filled with a variety of bandages and gauze. you gasp, immediately rushing into the room. you haphazardly leave the bandages on a random table, rushing over to his side. “are you okay? how are you feeling? do you need anything? is-”

“y/n,” arisu chuckles, reaching out to grab your hand. “i’m alright. thank you for helping me.” you look from his eyes down to his bandaged side before arisu reaches out, lifting your chin to look up at him. “i’m fine. i promise.”

you sigh, nodding. “don’t ever do that to me again,” you whine, wrapping your arms around him.

“i won’t,” he whispers. “i promise.” arisu pulls back a little before pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. you press your forehead against his when he pulls away. “i love you.”

you freeze, staring up at him. arisu can feel his face flushing, nervously looking down. you chuckle at the bright red spreading across his cheeks, stroking your thumb against his skin. you tilt his face up so he’s looking into your eyes before pulling him into another kiss. “i love you too.”

⋆｡°✩ kuina

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kuina sighs, leaning against the wall next to you. she plays with the wooden cigarette she always carries around, rolling it between her fingers. you put your own cigarette out on the ground, setting it aside.

“how long have you been smoking?” she asks.

“couple years,” you shrug. “gave me an excuse to leave work for a few minutes.” she hums. “when did you quit?”

“a few years ago.” she moves to put the wood between her lips, holding it between her teeth as she continues. “i didn’t want to rely on drugs anymore.”

you fall into a comfortable silence for a few minutes before she speaks again. “you know how to fight?” you glance over at her before nodding.

“i got into street fights as a kid. had to learn quick. when did you?”

kuina chuckles a little, moving to pull her knees up to her chest. “my dad runs a taekwondo studio. he made me learn.”

“are you guys close?”

she pauses, taking the cigarette back into her hand. she plays with it, avoiding eye contact. “no.”

“sorry,” you whisper.

she shakes her head, looking back up. “it’s alright.” the silence feels a little uncomfortable for a few seconds. the words you want to say feel like they’re suffocating you, cutting off your airflow from where they’re stuck in your throat.

you’re about to apologize again when kuina whispers. “he said no one would love me,” she pauses, letting out a shaky breath. “because i’m trans.”

you glance over at her. she’s staring at the ground again, playing with her fingers. you hesitantly reach over to grab her hand, taking it into yours. she stares at your intertwined fingers but doesn’t look at you directly. “i would,” you whisper. “i do.”

her eyes are teary when she looks up at you. you nervously look down, a little embarrassed. kuina jumps to wrap her arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. you tentatively wrap your arms around her waist, holding her in your lap. “i love you too.” she whispers. you smile, tightening her grip.

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qhoaaaa · 8 months

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Milo with piercings and other features I imagine he has (and some hcs with Sweetheart hebehebeeheb)

Piercings!!/jewelry

He has them Dahlia piercings (lol) look them up they’re so cool

Has piercings on his ears, a few studs as well as a nose ring

Definitely buys different kinds of earrings and stuff to decorate his ears depending on the event

Brow piercing, especially on the right brow UGHH

They’re all gold colored, he also has some regular silver and black, has a few green colored studs as well

He’s gotta own a few gold chains (as a gold chain haver myself lmao), he keeps them in good condition

Sweetheart got him one as a gift and he teared up, kept asking them how much it was and they only said for him to not worry about it(it was expensive) - he wears it everyday and night and even in the shower

His neck sometimes gets nipped by the metal and when Sweetheart sees him bring a hand to rub at it, they ask, "Why don't you take it off?" And he says, "Eh, I don't wanna... it's from you, sure as hell I'm not gonna take it off."

Features:

Symmetrical beauty marks under his eyes (Sweetheart absolutely LOVESSS them, kisses his eyes a lot because of them), and on his cheeks too (genetics are INSANEEE)

Sharp canines,,, yesssss

Few patterned beauty marks on his shoulders

Most of his skin is just bare and smooth but Sweetheart loves when they see his beauty marks on his shoulders or his face when he’s taking a shirt off or resting

His back has a few long scars from sparring with the other wolves when he was younger, he didn’t want them healed fully, let them scar as a learning experience, Milo lets Sweetheart massage them or put a balm on them so the tissue doesn’t get weird, he feels all mushy (in a good way) when Sweetheart unexpectedly kisses down his scars (he makes sure to tell him it feels good too AWGWGW)

Really REALLY soft hands

Light chest hair (HSBSHS WORK WITH ME OKAY LET ME COOK)

Chest tattoo, it’s a singular design he made up himself (drew it and everything), it’s probably a symbol that’s important to him/his mother and his way to honor her, he has accompanying designs on his fingers

Tattoo of Sweetheart’s name on his nape (tell me that this wouldn’t look nice,, I’ll wait)

(Off topic but I saw a post where Marie and Colm have tattoos of Milo’s first paw prints of when he shifted for the first time and he would def do the same if he and Sweetheart have kids)

He and Sweetheart get ring tattoos on their ring fingers when discussing getting rings (I love that audio), they wear the actual rings on their thumbs

My personal opinion but he would not have grills ❌❌ (never liked those but to each their own !)

He has golden eyes (all wolves do and it’s just a variety of shades but his are golden golden and they’re so pretty, he wears brown contacts/Unempowereds see brown to cover the color)

Sweetheart has smile lines, they popped up after meeting and getting with Milo, Milo ADORES them

They used to hide their smile before meeting Milo, needless to say, they smile widely now, teeth and all and its the cutest to him, seeing that smile is how Milo knows that they're comfortable and relaxed and having fun

Theyre at least 6'3 , buff and curves THEY GOT IT ALL

Sweetheart works out at the gym semi regularly and Milo practically drools when he sees them and their muscles , they have long legs(LEG MUSCLES TOO) and he's all over them

Sweetheart loves his arms, no reason, they just do

They like to feel up and down his upper arms and his shoulders, he likes the touch

He has super curly black hair, got it from his mom (we love you Mama Greer) while most of his sisters have straight/wavy hair like their dad, no facial hair

He’s just reaaaaaalllllyyyty hot in general ouughhhhh 🫣🫣🫣

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted wolf boys #qhoa has words #OUGAHHAHH #he is def afrolatino #Mexican and Kenyan argrhfhf #and multilingual

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autumnslance · 9 months

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Do you have the werlyt screenshots? 👀

This is only because I love you, Nonny.

I also took time to transcribe these under the "Keep Reading" cut, cuz this is a lot of text and cannot always be read clearly. These images were taken with my tablet. Errors in said transcript are probably just mine. These are pages 120-121 and 169-170 of Encyclopedia Eorzea volume III. The timeline's a little weird (especially the Gaius to Valens handover), but Werlyt was an Imperial province for over 50 years.

There's also pages specifically about the Weapon project and how the Garleans tried to have a system similar to soul crystals in legatus armor, but they were behind the curve on such magic-technology and so the data's incomplete (as we saw in those fights). If there's interest, I may do a follow up with those pages, but this is long enough and I have FC things to do tonight.

Werlyt

Following in the footsteps of its neighbor across the Ghimlyt Dark, Ala Mhigo, this small nation in the far western reaches of Ilsabard recently liberated itself from the Garlean Empire.

Flag: The flag originally bore the crest of the royal family. However, as their bloodline has long since run dry, and the nation now aspires to become a republic, the interim government has organized a committee to decide on a new design.

Motto: --

Government: Werlyt is presently led by an interim government. After careful deliberation, it has decided the nation will be rebuilt as a republic.

Leader: Talbot Hunte

Ruling Body: The interim government is formed of representatives from several rebel factions that fought against the Garlean Empire.

Racial Distribution:

Ilsabardian Hyur: 80%

Near Eastern Au Ra: 15%

Other: 5%

Religion: Though religion was largely discouraged under Garlean rule, the people of Werlyt were polytheistic, believing in thirteen gods. Their religious practices are said to be largely influenced by the traditions of their western neighbors in Eorzea and its teachings of the Twelve, as well as Corvosi mythology from the east.

Industry:

Livestock: The tending of cattle is a longstanding profession of Werlyt, made possible by its lush, far-reaching pastures. A knack for livestock breeding is evidenced by the myriad varieties of both beef and dairy cattle they raise, the latter including an especially rare breed said to number only one hundred.

Dairy: In tandem with their livestock industry, the people of Werlyt excel in the production of dairy products, including butter, yogurt, and milk-based beverages. They are well known for their high-quality cheeses, which became a mainstay export to Garlemald.

Fishing: The southern edge of Werlyt touches the sea, allowing for a bustling fishing trade in coastal towns. Its many steep cliffs, however, ensure their efforts are focused on but a few major ports.

Mining: In the northern mountain range of Werlyt, one can find four mines wherein copper, zinc, tungsten, and several other rare metals are extracted. The process was refined under Garlean rule with the introduction of magitek, and while the equipment remains, the country wants for the ceruleum to operate it. To that end, Werlyt has begin negotiations with Ul'dah to barter for fuel so they may resume their mining operations.

Beliefs: While the Au Ra who migrated from the Corvos region have ostensibly been welcomed in Werlyt, there yet remains a strong sense of social incohesion in this predominantly Hyuran nation. It remains to be seen if these disparate peoples can overcome their differences to flourish in this burgeoning republic.

Diet: Werlyt is perhaps best known for its stewed dishes made using local beef, dairy, and seafood. The intermingling of native wheat-based cuisines and rice dishes brought by the Au Ra also help distinguish Werlyt cooking. Dairy enthusiasts insist that milk produced in Werlyt is indispensable to strengthening one's muscles when training the body, and it is thought to be high in protein and effective in reducing muscle inflammation.

History

A Contentious Foundation

In ages past, the western reaches of Ilsabard, known today as Werlyt, were home to myriad Hyuran tribes. There was no harmony to be found between them, however--the ceaseless cycle of war and peace was no different than the changing of the seasons. Some brave few tribes thought to flee from this war-torn land, crossing the Ghimlyt Dark to pillage and plunder on Eorzean soil. They would inevitably return home, richer for their efforts, but these ventures westward would come to a halt when the leadership of Anshelm Cotter united Gyr Abania, Ala Mhigo becoming a shield from further incursion.

With dreams of pushing farther west dashed, and the Hyuran tribes growing weary of conflict, Au Ra outlanders hailing from Corvos saw this pall of languor as an opportunity. They formed an alliance with a handful of local tribes, and together they quickly subjugated the territories that would come to be Werlyt. Despite their pivotal role in its formation, however, the Au Ra would not seek the throne of this fledgling kingdom, knowing their alchemical knowledge and mastery of the mystic arts would prove no match for the sheer numbers of their Hyuran allies. Thus did they concede kingship to the Hyuran elders. With this, some Hyurs came to see the Au Ra as powerful allies, but others would continue to cruse them as ruthless invaders.

The Garlean Occupation

Unfortunately, the newly founded nation of Werlyt would not last. The advent of magitek and transformed Garlemald into a heretofore unseen military power, allowing them to take Corvos with ease and subsequently draw Werlyt under the Garlean yoke.

The province was charged with supplying foodstuffs and mineral resources to fuel the burgeoning empire, and in some ways the dissemination of magitek would prove a boon. The mechanization of mining, for example, was momentous, but any such innovations as the Garleans would bring ever remained beyond the reach of the subjugated. For thirty years the people of Werlyt toiled thus, but they would eventually be offered a glimmer of hope. The Empire had begin the second phase of its incursion into the Far Eastern territories, a campaign requiring a considerable portion of their military force. Even the occupying force in Werlyt had been greatly diminished, affording rebel factions the leverage needed to reclaim their home.

Their dreams of freedom were fleeting, however, as a young Gaius van Baelsar led imperial forces back to assault the capital of Werlyt and restore Garlean order. As the previous viceroy had been killed by the rebels, Gaius would assume command of the newly reclaimed province.

Two Sides of Governance

Reflecting on the plight of the Werlytian peoples that drove them to rebellion, Gaius, the newly appointed viceroy, well knew that drastic measures were needed to prevent a second uprising. He began by recruiting individuals he deemed competent and capable, paying no heed to their station, race, or place of origin. Indeed, no few Werlytians were sought out for their extensive knowledge of the land, serving in various bureaucratic positions. Over the next twenty years, Gaius would also oversee a more even distribution of the province's wealth; new infrastructure in the form of roads, ports, and harbors; an a compulsory education system that would substantially increase literacy rates throughout Werlyt. But the peace and order he established there was short-lived.

The invasion of Eorzea and its consequences, naturally, left van Baelsar unable to fulfill his duties in Werlyt. The man who would take his place was Valens van Varro, an otherwise unremarkable civilian who had somehow risen through the military ranks. After losing his position amidst political turmoil in the Empire, he was given command of a newly reformed VIIth Imperial Legion. The grim shadow he cast over Werlyt would undo all the good Gaius had achieved and so much worse. Forced labor, imprisonment, and executions quickly became normalcies of day-to-day living. So much so, that it was said one could only find rest under the mortician's roof.

The Treasonous Five

Rather than subjugate the enemy, Valens was satisfied with bleeding both their resources and people dry--a tyrannical approach to governance often said to be heinous even by his fellow countrymen. It was a path that would lead to ruin for the province of Werlyt. Yet despite appearances, he was an exceedingly brilliant engineer, and there was a method to his madness.

Emperor Varis had been assassinated, and as various parties vied for the throne, Garlmald's aristocracy was in the throes of chaos. That is why Valens labored to complete his Weapons project, that he might make a triumphant return to Garlemald, wielding the ultimate tool of war. He well understood the need for urgency, and was more than willing to bring ruin upon Werlyt if it meant assuring his place as emperor.

For all his genius, however, Valens remained ignorant of his coming downfall until it was too late. The orphans he intended to use as test pilots for his project were plotting to use his Weapons against him, and the fruition of their plan would bring the VIIth Legion to its knees. One must not overlook, of course, the significance of Gaius's contributions to their efforts, as well as the rebel factions that also conspired to overthrow the Garleans. Even so, it was ultimately the bravery and sacrifice of five orphans that would spell the end of Valens, and earn Welryt her freedom.

Faces of Werlyt

GAIUS BAELSAR

"I see now that true strength is not granted by others, but resides within us. Strength of character, of spirit, of resolve."

With his defeat at the hands of the Warrior of Light in Castrum Meridianum, this former legatus of the XIVth Legion realized that he had long been a mere pawn in the Ascians' plans. He swore revenge against them for his fallen comrades, taking up the mantle of Shadowhunter, and though his quest for vengeance would claim the masks of Altima and Deudalaphon, the hunt for Ascians was quickly set aside when he learned of the Empire's plans to produce the noxious weapon Black Rose.

En route to Garlemald, Gaius crossed paths with Alphinaud, forming an alliance to halt production of the deadly gas--and this was not his only unexpected encounter with the Scions. As he infiltrated the capital, Gaius chanced to meet Estinien, and together they breached the imperial palace. There, they witnessed the assassination of Emperor Varis at the hands of Zenos. The rogue prince swiftly departed, and not moments later, imperial guards found Gaius standing over the late emperor's corpse.

His relationship with his home nation soured further when he discovered the previously abandoned Weapon project had been revived by the reformed VIIth Legion, who planned to deploy their prototypes in an assault on Eorzea. Gaius set off for Ghimlyt, hoping to warn the Eorzean Alliance before it was too late. There he found the Warrior of Light at the ready--this time, to stand with him against their common for. In a tragic twist, the orphans Gaius once fostered would also be caught up in the conflict.

Now, at the age of fifty-six and with Werlyt freed from the imperial yoke, Gaius has joined hands with its interim government in efforts to restore the region.

VALENS VAN VARRO

"As they say, 'to err is human, to forgive, divine.' And you know how forgiving I can be. When it suits me..."

Legatus of the reformed VIIth Legion, Valens joined the army following the completion of his studies at the Magitek Academy. Known for his ruthless and innovative magitek-based battle tactics, it seemed nothing could stop his ascension through the ranks. Those who served under him, however, knew well his unethical practices and penchant for sacrificing allies to serve his ambitions. Moreover, despite his achievements, he never escaped the shadow of Gaius, who was ultimately chosen to command the XIVth Legion. Believing the position stolen from him, Valens developed a deep hatred for the legatus even as he toiled to recreate Ultima Weapon under Nero's direction. This selfsame spite is what inspired him to later resume work on the Weapon project, believing that, by succeeding where Gaius had previously failed, he might at last prove himself the superior military officer.

Valens has ever been a staunch believer in Garlean supremacy. This was made all too apparent by his heinous decision to use villagers from the provinces as test subjects, believing them to be expendable. In the wake of the Emperor's death, he had hoped to take advantage of the chaos in Garlemald to assume the throne, but his dreams of grandeur would remain unfulfilled. The Weapon pilots, whom he had treated with such disdain, rebelled and eventually proved his undoing. After losing in a duel against Gaius, the fifty-six-year-old Valens met his demise at the hands of the Diamond Weapon.

SEVERA SOUTHER

"All that hatred, festering away...Nothing good could ever come of it."

Daughter to a citizen of Werlyt and a Garlean soldier, Severa joined the army in the hopes of deterring those who would cast scorn on her family. Even as she served, however, the Garleans denied Severa's mother the medicine she needed to maintain her faltering health. Though Severa deserted in the wake of the XIIth Legion's defeat in Ala Mhigo, she returned to Werlyt too late to save her mother and could do little but flee once more, eventually finding herself in the company of Gaius. Now twenty-three, she can often be found offering counsel to young Allie.

VALDEAULIN GANATHAIN

"It's taken me a long time--too long--but I've finally found a reason to live for the present. For the future."

Until Ala Mhigo fell to the Empire, Valdeaulin had made his home in the Black Shroud. As the Garleans continued their expansion, he lost not only his village, but his wife and daughter as well--his family abducted as test subjects for the fatal gas known as Black Rose. He later joined the Order of the Twin Adder, intent on exacting vengeance agains the invaders. The forty-eight-year-old Duskwight would have his chance amidst the ruin of the Praetorium, where he found a wounded Gaius on the verge of death, but ultimately chose to spare the Black Wolf and aid him in his hunt for Ascians.

ALFONSE AAN BAELSAR

"If it is the duty of the strong to lead the weak, we will become strong and protect those who cannot protect themselves."

An epidemic claimed the life of Alfonse's parents when he was still a child, leaving him and his sister Allie living on the streets of Werlyt. The two were adopted by Gaius, and Alfonse soon became an elder brother to all of the children in the Black Wolf's care. Wishing to be of greater help to their adoptive father, the Auri siblings joined the military, serving in the XIVth Legion/ During Operation Archon, they remained in Werlyt on a supply mission, but were soon transferred to the VIIth Legion, where they were coerced into becoming pilots for the Weapon project. Faced with a dire situation, they plotted to take advantage of their position and use the Weapons against the Garleans to liberate Werlyt. Although inextricably fused with the core of the Diamond Weapon, Alfonse managed to kill Valens and secure a future for his home and sister both. He was twenty-one summers old at the time of his death.

ALLIE AAN BAELSAR

"The days we spent together were the happiest of my life, and no matter what happens, nothing can take that away from me."

Allie and her brother were adopted by Gaius and given the surname Baelsar. When they were reassigned to the Legion, the name caught Valens's eye, and he wasted no time in selecting them as candidates for the Weapon project.

The youngest of her foster siblings, Allie was dearly loved by them all. She wanted nothing more than to have their portrait painted together as a family, but it was not meant to be, as she alone would survive the Weapon project. Despite having experienced so much loss by the age of sixteen summers, Allie works dauntlessly at Gaius's side to realize her siblings' dream of a free and flourishing Werlyt.

REX AAN BAELSAR

"This is our way of upholding the ideals Father instilled in us. Our lives are a small price to pay for Werlyt's freedom."

Though he too was tragically orphaned, Rex's cheery disposition always brightened the spirits of his foster siblings. He cared deeply for his adoptive family, and would do anything to shield them from harm, even should it mean defying his superiors. He placed complete faith in his brother Alfonse, whom he held in particularly high regard, seeing the elder brother's dreams as his own. Tragically, the eighteen-year-old's life was cut short when he took the helm of the Emerald Weapon, his essence overwritten with combat data modeling his beloved father Gaius as he merged with the machine's core.

RICON AAN BAELSAR

"You all made me happier than I had any right to be. And now...I've finally found my purpose. I have no regrets."

Though timid by nature, Ricon would not hesitate to lay down his life to save his adopted siblings. Upon joining the XIVth Legion, his skilled hands earned him a place working under Nero to hone his skills as an engineer, and the wealth of knowledge he gained from his training was readily applied to the Weapon project once he was permitted to assist with maintenance. Although determined to help correct the mistakes of past prototypes, he well knew they lacked time to fully prepare the Sapphire Weapon. This did Ricon elect to pilot the Weapon in place of his brother Rex, and the life of another brave youth was snuffed out by the Oversoul system. He was seventeen years of age.

MILISANDIA AAN BAELSAR

"Father still needs you. Please take care of him...in our place."

One of several orphans taken in by Gaius, Milisandia had hair of crimson, though it was not always so kissed by fire. When they still lived in an orphanage, the young lady believed that Alfonse was enamored with one of the institution's matrons and, perhaps hoping to win his attention, dyed her hair the same color as the woman who captivated him. This youthful infatuation would remain unspoken unto her dying day, when she passed away aboard the Ruby Weapon at the age of only twenty summers.

AVILINA AAN HORNE

"There's a way I can make a difference. I know there is."

Ten years ago, Ternclif-born Avilina was conscripted to serve as a magitek engineer in the XIVth Legion. These she met Milisandia, and the two became close friends. After the XIVth's defeat at Castrum Meridianum, she fled back to Werlyt, but with her experience working on the Ultima Weapon, it was inevitable that she would be assigned to the Weapon project with the VIIth Legion. Though the liberation of Werlyt granted her her freedom, she still carries the guilt of having assisted with the Weapon project, knowing that it claimed the life of her one true friend.

#final fantasy xiv #shadowbringers #Sorrow of Werlyt #encyclopaedia eorzea #lore #Weapon Project #Gaius Baelsar #Valens van Varro #Severa Souther #Valdeaulin Ganathain #Alfonse Baelsar #Allie Baelsar #Rex Baelsar #Ricon Baelsar #Milisandia Baelsar #Avilina Horne #this post brought to you by a slow day at work #that Valens saw the kids names was Baelsar and so grabbed them for the project is another level of awful on his part #Gaius really does just want to be a dad & a decent government leader he's just bad at the former & worked for an evil empire for the latter #I started to like the old wolf cuz of abuse of players who don't grasp character roles and also #abuse from his own writers in what coulda shoulda been a better handled arc and story #I'm still kinda mad about it cuz I enjoyed hating Gaius as an antagonist but he is also made of Tropes I Like #thanks formative years reading Roger Zelazny and other old school new wave scfi authors

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