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oh-no-a-whovian · 2 years

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Two more lonely people Part 5

NSFW 18+

Summary: “should we fight this?” “Si.” “I don’t know if I can” “neither do I”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) Hope yall are ready for those lemons. PinV. Wrap it up! Some self-hate. Any others let me know please.

Word count: 5030

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You feel refreshed and lively as you wake in the grass near casa Madrigal, not far from Bruno’s tent. You couldn’t exactly have exactly gone home still in wolf form. You couldn’t risk being spotted, not when the gift from casita excuse won’t hold while the others don’t have theirs.

You stretch your arms above your head, arching your back so only your head and butt are touching the ground, moaning in pleasure at the stretch. The early morning birds fly above as you stare at the blue sky as the sun starts to rise. Good thing no one from town has come up to casita for another day of building yet. God knows what they would have said if they caught you napping in the grass, especially if you were still in wolf form.

It felt amazing to run again after two weeks of barely leaving your bed. The feeling of wind in your fur and dirt under your paws again was amazing. And the fact that shifting seemed to fix what was broken is a bonus, you can actually help rebuild now. You had to fight yourself though, when the urge came to just howl into the jungle.

“Not sure lying in the grass is the best idea.” Bruno’s voice rings out, drawing your attention back to the ground, making you sit up to look at him, a big smile on your lips. “Fire ants aren’t pleasant.”

“I got a face full of them a couple years ago, so I’ll have to agree with you.” You laugh, taking his offered hand to stand.

“Oh heh… how’d you manage that?”

“let’s just say running recklessly through a jungle isn’t the smartest thing.” You tell him brushing a few leaves from your hair and skirts.

“are you… feeling better?” he asks, his little chuckle at your words making you smile.

“yeah. It almost feels like nothing was broken in the first place.” You explain. “should have shifted two weeks ago.” You yawn as you rub the sleep from your eyes.

“W-why are you here so early?” he asks, squinting as he realises no one else working yet. To be honest, you’re surprised he’s even awake, most won’t wake for another hour. The only reason you are is because your body had shifted back into human form. Dios you’re glad you keep your clothes unlike in some werewolf stories, otherwise this encounter would have been awkward.

“didn’t leave.” You shrug, wandering off toward the construction, spotting the rat that seems obsessed with you, cleaning itself on some rubble. It’s not the first time you’ve slept under the stars.

“Wait you slept here?”

“couldn’t risk being spotted by anyone in town. They think it’s a part of the gift after all.” You roll your eyes, lifting the rat to put on your shoulder and turning to the man. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t fond of the rat that keeps climbing onto your head. “It was either here, or somewhere among the trees.”

“oh” he replies as he fiddles with his fingers.

You stand together in silence for a moment. Would it be weird if you asked him if wants to get breakfast together? What way would he take it? what way would you mean it?

“I was gonna go and get something for breakfast…” you start “would you… maybe like to join me?”

“Uh mmm. I think it’d be better if I just get started for the day.” He tells you, pointing to the structure with his thumbs as he starts to back away. “Y-you know, there’s still a lot of work to be done and it isn’t going to do itself.” He laughs nervously.

“ok” you try to ignore the disappointment as he rambles on about why he can’t. “Maybe I’ll bring something back.” You nod, your smile disappearing once he turns the corner.

You’re really starting to hate this pull you have toward him, especially when you think he might feel it too just to literally run away.

You breathe out a sigh, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to push away the feeling welling inside. Your mind keeps telling you that you’re being too much. That he doesn’t actually want the attention you’ve been giving. You get it though, you’ve been told many times that you show affection like a dog, jumping on and cuddling your friends like you hadn’t seen them in years. Doll and Isa have been perfectly happy with adopting it, but others have simply told you to calm down.

The rat on your squeaks in your ear, watching you curiously as it sniffs at the air. “Looks like it’s just you and me huh?” you say to the rat as you start your trek home.

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Bruno POV

‘She was just being nice. She was just being nice’ Bruno mutters to himself for the thousandth time as he works on fixing some of the broken pictures, retrieving them from the rubble and making sure they’re preserved until the house is fixed. She was just being nice, but his lonely mind had once again tried to read something into it.

“Tio Bruno.” Mirabel calls out, making him jump. “[Y/N] brought some arepas, made them herself. Said she had something to do though so she asked me to bring you a couple.” He stares at the cloth covered arepas as his niece places them into his hand. “They might be a good as mama’s but don’t tell her I said that.” The girl jokes before wandering off.

She made these? He thought she was just planning to buy some things from the market, but she went home and made them… four little arepas, wrapped in a nice cloth and still warm to the touch.

He hums as he takes a bite of the first. Mirabel was right, even though Julieta’s would normally have come with healing, [Y/N]’s is just as good. She probably learnt how to make them from his sister after all.

As he lifts the second one to eat, he notices a note placed between the middle two and he pauses, glancing around to see if anyone is looking.

‘Sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable in some way, I promise it’s not my intent. I forget not everyone likes so much attention. I can’t really help it, but I’ll try to be a little less. Enjoy the arepas :)’

He feels bad as he reads her words. He didn’t realise how his avoiding would look to her. He’s been in the walls for ten years and he’s been realising slowly that it hasn’t done great things to his social skills. He just wanted to keep a distance so his mind would stop doing what it’s been doing.

She thinks it’s her fault. She thinks that the way she’s been acting around him has made him uncomfortable and he feels like shit for letting her think that. He can’t just tell her that’s not the case though… what would he say? ‘you’re not making me uncomfortable. The truth is that I fucking love your attention far more than I should and every little thing you do sets my body on fire and turns my mind into the sand that used to fill my room. the very thought of you being near me is driving me wild but you’re the best friend of my nieces, so I’m desperately trying not to think about it.’ that doesn’t exactly sound great. And there’s the fact he’s only been out of the walls for two weeks and is already feeling this way. That’s maybe a bit too fast to be developing these thoughts.

He wants to make it up to her, but he’s stuck. If he starts talking to her, acting like he would with anyone else and not running away, he’s sure he’ll be too far gone for her. But he doesn’t want to hurt her by letting her think she’s the problem.

He sighs as he eats the last arepa, tucking the cloth and note into his pocket. He’ll act like himself for her and pretend he doesn’t want her the way he does. He’s doomed.

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[Y/N]’s POV

“It’s a shame you don’t still have your gift, [Y/N]. The herd is starting to miss you.” Arturo, the farmer you work with the most says as he places another stack of the floor tiles by you.

“Mmmhmmm.” You hum, placing more tiles on the ground in the old pattern, not even looking up at him as he wanders off. You swear it’s the fifth time he’s said it and it’s starting to get on your last nerve. Especially since you still very much have your ‘gift’, and you couldn’t care less about his herd. You were doing what you were told by herding them and you’re glad to have a break.

“he-hey.” You hear to your right where Arturo was standing, glancing up to see Bruno has taken his place. “I was umm told you need more cement for the tiles.” He smiles, lifting the bucket of freshly made liquid cement to show you.

“Oh thanks” you smile gesturing to where he can put it and going back to placing the tiles. When he continues to stand there, shuffling nervously, you look back up at him. His hands are twisting together and he’s staring at the tiles, his mouth open like he wants to say something. “was there something else?”

“um ye- would… do you need any help?” he stutters as he rubs the back of his neck with one hand while gesturing to the tiles with the other.

“I don’t need help…” you start “but! I wouldn’t mind the company.” You smile, stopping him before he tries to race off with a bunch of apologies on his tongue. He smiles as he breathes out a sigh of relief, kneeling beside you and handing you a few of the tiles for you to place.

“thank you… for the arepas. They were really nice.” He says quietly as he starts to place other tiles on the fresh cement, making sure to keep with the pattern.

“I’m glad you liked them” you blush, knowing he read your note that you hid in the middle of them. It was the only thing you could think of doing, since he seemed to want to run away otherwise. You just wanted him to know that you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Even if he doesn’t want what your mind and body have been craving, you’re willing to be a friend. “they’re probably not as good as Julieta’s though.’

“without the expectation of healing, I think they might be better.” He whispers, “though heh might be a good idea not to let mi hermana know.”

“mmm best not” you laugh. “you ever get the urge to do something dumb?” you ask him.

“uh no, no, no… I tend to um avoid doing dumb things on purpose.”

“can’t relate” you giggle. “I keep getting this urge to just place a wrong tile. Like right here I’d place this colour instead of the one it’s supposed to be.” You explain, holding up on of the tiles. “I keep thinking how funny it would be to see how many people would get annoyed at the single out of place tile.” You laugh “but then I’d remember that I would also get annoyed at it”

“and there’s the fact that if the magic returns when casita is finished, it would probably fix it itself.” He huffs in amusement, a gentle smile on his lips.

“yeah, that too” clearly something about your note had calmed something in his mind, as he seems to relax beside you. Though as you look at him, you can still hear his heart race and see tension in the way he’s sitting. “you’re not just… forcing yourself to pretend I don’t make you uncomfortable because of the note, are you? If you are because you felt guilty or something… I’d prefer it if you didn’t. I’m a grown woman, Bruno, I can handle it…” you say quietly, watching his fidgeting hands. You don’t want others to hear.

“I-I’m not” he stutters, and you glance at him like you don’t believe him. “It’s just I’ve only been around people again for two weeks…”

“I get that, but you don’t have to force yourself…”

“I promise, [Y/N], I’m not” he smiles, the way he said your name sending a buzz throughout your body. As you nod, he breathes a sigh of relief and starts telling you about his telenovela ideas. You know it’s to distract from the awkwardness, but you let him do it, smiling and laughing. His eyes light up as you smile and listen to the stories he came up with. He’s amazing. His characters, his ideas, you listen to all of it.

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Bruno’s POV

She’s amazing. He’s been trying so hard to pretend that she’s just a friend, telling himself that it will never go further. But as the week went on, spending hours by her side, laughing with her, trying to be a friend, his heart and body demanded more. He hasn’t tried avoiding her again though, he couldn’t stand to see her sad again.

On Miércoles (Wednesday) she’d made a comment about how she was glad to see more colour in his skin and he melted, eating whatever piece of fruit she’d brought him at the time while he stared at her in awe.

He’d shown her his stories, and watched in nervous dread, scared that she’d laugh at him, but she’d smiled. She read through it all as they sat on the grass during a break, and he couldn’t help but stare. A gentle smile on her lips, a glow in her eyes and the wave of her loose hair in the wind, how could he not take a moment to just admire her?

The thing that has his mind racing though, making him walk along the path toward the river for fresh air, is that there were so many moments that he swore was unmistakeable flirting. He’s sure he just misunderstood, but no matter how many times he replayed each event, there was no other explanation. What else could the things she said and did possibly mean? And if there really is some innocent meaning to them that he’s completely missed then he must be depraved for getting so excited about them that he had to take care of himself just to keep some semblance of sanity.

It way have been a long time ago for him but he’s not a complete idiot when it comes to women… right?

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[Y/N] POV

Running water cools your bare skin, removing all aches from the work you’ve been doing. After the full moon had healed your broken bones fully, you had dived into helping rebuild casita. You helped the artisans, the builders and brick layers, pretty much anyone who’d take you. Though you spent the most time with Bruno, laughing at his little impressions, helping him move his spackle wherever it needed to go. It has been an amazing week.

You couldn’t help yourself as the week went on. He was so sweet, so kind, you just had to gauge his reaction. you’d spent hours a day by his side, how could there be nothing there?

You dive your head under the water, soaking your hair, gasping for breath as you rise back up. This is the best spot in the river, predators seem to just avoid it, the most dangerous thing near you would probably be the capybaras relaxing on the opposite bank, munching on river grass with complete indifference. A snapping sound fills the air making you spin to face the stone covered shore line, your heart racing and your body ready to shift to defend yourself.

“¡Lo siento mucho! No sabía que nadie estaría aquí.” Bruno screeches, covering his eyes and spinning away from you. (I am so sorry! I didn’t know anyone would be here!) you smile and relax at the sight of the man, knowing there’s no danger.

“Está bien… what are you doing by the river?” you ask him, admiring his curly hair at the back of his neck as you gently splash the water.

“I ummm wanted som-somewhere quiet to sit. Still getting used to being around people again, y’know?” He tells you. You can hear the pebbles beneath his feet as he shifts on the spot, and you can see the draped cloth of his ruana shift as you’re sure he’s fidgeting with his hands again.

“Hmmm, well I don’t mind the company, if you don’t…” you tell him, your heart racing. This is the first time you’ve really been alone with him and you’re not even wearing clothes. You’re not sure if you should chase or berate your body for the excitement stirring inside. He didn’t react badly to your flirting but what if he didn’t even realise? You just want to know…

“y-you… you’re not exactly wearing any… anything.” He struggles to say. You can hear his heart racing and his breathing becoming heavier, as he stands there, not leaving.

“I don’t mind that either…” you hum.

“I umm don’t think… I just… I’m not sure…” he stutters, trying to figure out the right words for his thoughts.

‘Fuck it’ you breathe deeply and rise from the river, ignoring any sharp stone as you approach him. He spins to look at you when he hears the sound of shifting stones under your feet, but he looks away again. Locking his eyes down to his left to stop himself from looking at your bare body. You pause before him, your whole body on display, begging for him to want you as much as want him.

“do you feel what I feel?” you whisper, barely able to raise your voice as your chest seems to tighten. “All you have to do is tell me you don’t feel this, and I will fight it. I’ll ignore it, distance myself until this feeling goes away.” You explain, your heart aching at the thought that he will tell you to stop, tell you he doesn’t want you like that. “You just have to tell me to stop.”

You wait for him to say something, anything but he doesn’t, just remains silent as he keeps his eyes locked on the ground. He’s not running away or screaming at you though… surely that means something?

“Bruno?” you ask as you lift his chin, the only thing you know works. Your hand is shaking and your head is tilted when he finally meets your eyes. You would stop if he asked you to but that doesn’t mean it’s not gonna hurt. “please say something…”

“you’re all I can think about.” He finally blurts out, his face turning red, making your heart stutter and a knot of excitement form in your stomach. You were so sure he’d say no, don’t keep trying I don’t want that. You knew that would hurt but you wanted to try.

You can’t help the joy that shows on your face at his words. Without another thought you press your lips to his, cupping his cheeks as you kiss him. He melts into your touch, sighing into your kiss as his eyes fall shut. He feels so warm as your press your body against his, wanting to feel every inch of him. You can feel his hands hovering over your hips, not sure where to place them. It feels like this was always meant to be, your racing heart against his, the soothing sound of the racing river. Has perfection ever felt so sweet?

You lift your left hand up into his hair, tugging at the curly locks, smiling into the kiss as he moans into your mouth. He finally finds the courage to place his hands on your hips, pulling you closer if that’s even possible, gripping your ass to press you flush against himself as his courage grows. You run your tongue along his lips, begging entry as you taste the sweet papaya he’d had earlier.

You can feel another thing growing, firm against your tummy, obvious even with his ruana and pants in the way, lust filling your body making you more wet than the water ever could.

His eyes are hooded and dark when you finally pull away for air, breathing heavily as you press your forehead against his. The wind cools your damp skin, mixing with the warmth of him, sending perfect shivers across your body and you gasp for air.

You wish you could stay in this moment forever. The feeling of his curly hair between your fingers, his breath mixing with yours as he refuses to let you go, your body bare against him. You hope so desperately that it’s not another dream, that the feeling of him pressed against you is one hundred percent real.

“I tried to fight it” you whisper as you slowly drift your right hand down his body, wanting to feel more. “But every time I saw you, I couldn’t stop my body from wanting more. I was so scared you’d hate me if I tried” you admit as you slip your fingers under his ruana and shirt, his warm stomach flexing at the touch of your cool hand.

“I couldn’t ignore it either, no matter how hard I-I tried.” His eyes drift closed as you touch his skin, teasing the edge of his waist band with your thumb, feeling the dip of his hip leading down to what you want.

You lift at his ruana and shirt, asking silent permission to pull them off of him. You can see the warfare behind his eyes as he looks back into yours. the desperation to chase what you now know he’s been craving and every little thing he believes should be stopping him, creating a battlefield in his mind.

“I want you” you breathe, your breasts pressing against his chest, the cloth of his clothes rubbing against your sensitive nibs. His grip on your ass loosens, his hands lifting to finally give you permission. You lift it over his head, throwing it onto the pile of your clothes, safe from the water. When you reach for his belt he stops you, breathing heavily.

“I-I just ne-ed a moment” he explains. You wish you knew what was going through his mind, what little thing is stopping him from claiming you. Stopping him from taking what he needs and letting you take in return. You want him desperately, but you can be patient, so you nod, stepping away from him.

“when you’re ready, come join me.” You tell him, gesturing your head to the river behind you, easing the panic that starting burning in his green eyes at you pulling away.

The water ripples as you step back into it, the river flowing around you to continue its path. You keep your back to him as you make your way into the water, giving him privacy as he fights with himself. Your mind keeps telling you he’s gonna run, grab his clothes and leave you here, deciding he doesn’t want you after all. You think you’d understand if he did run. Perhaps he was just lost in the moment, and he’ll remember that you spend half your time as a six-foot-tall wolf with massive teeth and he’ll run for it. maybe he thought it’s what he wanted but once you tried, he realised that wasn’t the case.

Your mind runs circles until you finally hear the gentle splash of him joining you, relief washing over you. You squeak in surprise as he turns you, his lips crashing into yours as he wraps his right arm around your back, making sure you’re pressed fully to his body, able to feel him completely. His hardened member presses against your hip bone, unable to shift with how close he is holding you. He feels perfect.

He seems surprised at himself when he pulls back to look at you. Though the face he’s making could just mean that you look like a flustered horny mess. Even in the water you feel warm, your face and between your legs feeling like furnaces surrounded by a snow filled landscape.

Your right-hand drifts down his body again, appraising the feeling of his skin against yours as you move to where you want to touch him. He reluctantly lets you separate your bodies as you pause your hand, so close but needing space between you to touch him. He seems frozen in place again, the courage that had pulled you into his arms vanishing as you reach the proof of his attraction.

His breath hitches as your fingers brush against his hard member, his mouth falling open, and his eyes fluttering shut. He’s so warm as you explore his size with the tips of your fingers, the skin soft as velvet even under water. You want to feel every inch of him, get to know everything that drives him wild. Taste him on your tongue and feel him fall apart in every way.

His cock twitches under your ministrations and he moans when you finally wrap your hand around him, moving up and down his length slowly to tease out every noise you can. His head falls onto your shoulder, panting into the curve of your neck as he thrusts into your hand, and you lock your left hand into his curls again. You’re barely doing anything and he’s falling apart before you.

“I need you.” You whisper into his ear and kiss down his neck. He pulls back to meet your eyes, his hands sliding down your body, dipping into each curve until he reaches the back of your thighs. His eyes are wide, betraying a nervousness as his helps lift you for you to wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel how badly he wants you now but he’s not taking charge, just making it easier for you.

The water surrounding you makes you feel light as you lift yourself over him, your eyes locked with his as you line him up with your entrance. His brows are drawn together as he concentrates on the feeling of you lowering onto him, trying not to lose himself too soon in the feeling of you enveloping him. Your slick allowing him easy entry between your folds. No amount of the clear river water would be capable of washing away your lust.

It feels so right as you lower your body, the stretch of him inside setting your body alight, creating a knot in your gut and butterflies in your chest. You moan together as you move, lifting yourself up just to sink back down, his cock filling you to the hilt over and over. So fucking perfect.

You dare not to look away from his beautiful green eyes. You can’t risk breaking whatever enchantment has befallen you as you build upon the extasy on him inside you, his arms around you.

“you feel so good, Bruno” you moan, your mouth falling open and your brows furrowing as you move faster, desperate for more. Wanting to feel only the drag of his cock against your walls and the squeeze of his hands on your thighs as he guides you.

“please, please.” He begs, his voice so quiet as his head falls onto your chest, pressing his lips to your breasts. “[Y/N].” he moans “Te necesito, tanto. tan apretado a mi alrededor. joder. Estoy tan cerca.”

“I’m so close.” Your stomach tightens as you draw closer and closer to release, the band so ready to snap and send ecstasy through your blood. You know it’s a bad idea to allow him to finish inside of you but the idea of him filling you with his seed, painting your walls in warm liquid, nearly sends you over the edge. “do you want me to pull off?” you ask breathlessly, never stopping your pace.

At your words he looks up at you, questioning for a moment, red filling his face when he realises what you’re asking. but His grip grows tighter, his fingers pressing deep into your thighs, bound to leave marks. Your surprise at his decision turns to fiery euphoria and your body launches over the edge, clenching tight around him. You can see the reflection of your glowing eyes in his, the cyan mixing with his green.

“fuck [Y/N].” He curses, his mouth falling open as your pussy squeezes his cock, pulling him over the edge with you. Hot cum spurts from him in ropes and you feel each one coating your walls, somehow keeping the fire alive inside you as you take every last drop.

“that was…” you breathe out after a few moments of being unable to move, your feet meeting the smooth stones at the bottom of the river when he finally lets you go, your hands pressed against his chest and a smile on your lips.

“A mistake” he says, your smile dropping as he looks away from you in shame but not pulling away, keeping his hands on your hips. “I shouldn’t have don-done that. An-any of it, I knew it was wrong.” He mumbles shaking his head, ashamed and disgusted with himself. “I want you so badly. I lost myself in knowing you want me too, but it isn’t right. You’re half my age, I shouldn’t…” He tries to pull away as he spirals into self-hatred.

“No” you growl, pulling him back to you and gripping his jaw to make him look into your glowing eyes, the scruff on his chin stabbing into your fingers. “you will not say things like that. I am a grown woman; I know what I want and that does not make it wrong. And you have a right to want things too. That is not wrong either.” You release your tight grip on his jaw and move your hand around to the back of his neck, pressing his forehead to yours once more. “I want you”

“you’ll regret it” he mumbles, and you swear his eyes are watering.

“never” you smile, kissing him once more.

A/N: looong spicy chapter! Hope you all loved it ;) remember like and reblog to share the love!!!

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luna-the-moth · 3 years

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Obey Me Brothers - Flower Bouquets (SFW)

SFW! With a GN! Reader In short, these will be bouquets that represent a relationship with the brothers, that will lean towards romance. While flowers have multitudes of symbolism, I chose the flowers in accordance to Victorian flower symbolism.

Requests are still closed. (I’m so sorry for those who do have them in, I swear I’ll finish them one day.)

If enough people would like, I may be able to do the undateables as well.

Reblogs, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated!

Lucifer:

Lily - majesty

Amaryllis - pride

Sweet-William - finesse

Tuberose - dangerous pleasures

Camellia, pink - longing for you

Love-in-a-mist - perplexity

A relationship with Lucifer entails one of passion and utmost care. No matter how he yearns to hold you in his embrace; he waits for you to return that longing with absolute certainty in your heart. Once you pledge your heart to him, you are his, and he is yours.

Webs of love and adoration, woven with a delicate intricacy; displaying his true feelings. One must earn the right to witness such glory. To earn his trust and vulnerability, is no easy task. But the reward is more valuable in any jewel in all three realms.

For what is risk, with no reward?

Mammon

Heather - protection

Jasmine - amiableness

Flax - ‘I feel your kindness’

Peruvian Heliotrope - devoted attachment

Hawthorn - hope

Hollyhock - ambition

Honeysuckle - devoted affection, generosity

A protector’s wings, shielding you from harm and evil. Mammon fell for you as soon as he saw your kindness, ever so bright in the Devildom’s dim atmosphere. Thinly-veiled emotions, sparsely covering a tender, vulnerable heart. Taking his heart and holding it dear to you, as it’s more fragile than meets the eye.

Boisterous laughter, a stroke of luck and flip of a card. Soft honeysuckle wrapping around your wrists, symbols of luck and fortune. Kindness and hope, the first blooms of a vulnerable heart, reaching towards the sun.

A wolf’s fierce loyalty, devoted to you.

Leviathan:

Redshanks - patience

Azalea - fragile and ephemeral passion

Bellflower - gratitude

Marvel-of-Peru - timidity

Yellow Acacia - true friendship, secret love

Heart’s Ease/Pansy - think of me

Coriander - hidden merit

Soft, yet firm love is the key to win Leviathan’s heart. For this love has a deeply rooted friendship at its base. To have patience, gently coaxing him to embrace his feelings wholeheartedly. Letting time unfold the story of your love, as the petals fall into place.

The scent of coriander fills the air as it roasts in a pan, the flavor taking on a smoky, earthy aroma. Enjoying each other’s company, letting quiet murmurs fill the air. Taking one’s hand in your own, a quiet profession of tender feelings.

To open a shell of nervousness and self doubt, revealing a vulnerable heart.

Asmodeus:

The common pink/garden pink - lively and pure affection

Mezereon/Daphne - Desire to PleaseYellow

Daffodil/Narcissus - intoxicating

Yellow Day Lily - coquetry

Hundred-leaved Rose - grace

Mignonette - ‘Your qualities surpass your charms’

Loving him with no ill intent or ulterior motive. Embracing each other with pure and innocent love in your heart. Gently removing the facade, to see the beauty within. A playful, fleeting kiss, only to evolve into something more, a dive into love, accepting all the thorns that come with it.

An attraction that permeates deeper, past the tactfully applied makeup and hairspray. Brushing a stray strand of hair behind an ear, a soft and reassuring smile paired along with it. Those three, precious words, that he’s heard over and over for millenia. For once, spoken with genuine care and affection, as a tear slips through the mask.

‘I love you.’

Satan:

Sage - Esteem

Lemon Balm - pleasantry

Eglantine/sweet-briar - Poetry

White Rose Bud - Heart unacquainted with love

Periwinkle - Sweet Remembrances

Vervain - enchantment

Snowdrop - Consolation, Hope

An adventurous, albeit awkward journey. Experiencing love together with inexperience; a new beginning. Fear of vulnerability, hesitance. A sly silver tongue, deflecting others from getting too close in fear of opening one's heart. Eloquent words, meticulously crafted and refined.

Fiery passion, each kiss searing, as if it were your very last; Dissolving into slow, tender affection, cherishing the other's presence. Finding yourselves leaning into the other, silent affirmations of love as your fingers intertwine. Discovering one's self, supporting each other with every revelation.

Being loved for who you are, flaws included.

Beelzebub:

Fern - sincerity

Borage - bluntness

Dog Rose/Wild Rose - simplicity

Fennel - strength

Sweet white Violet - Candor

Canterbury Bell, blue - constancy

Romance with Beelzebub is honest, soft, and comforting. To be able to emphasize and comfort each other in pain and despair. Light shining through the windows as you’re buried under the covers. Survivor’s guilt. Learning to heal with a loved one by your side.

A mutual understanding, acceptance of each other’s flaws and irregularities without judgement. Confronting issues together, facing the ghosts of your pasts. Devoting one’s heart to another; honest, sincere feelings.

Walking through life together, every step of the way.

Belphegor:

Poppy - consolation of sleep, remembrance

Agrimony - thankfulness

Larch - boldness

Rose-scented Geranium - preference

Indian Jasmine - I attach myself to you

Lily of the Valley - Return of Happiness

A love that blossoms from hesitancy and forgiveness. Roots centered in prejudice and smoke-tinted glasses. Stepping on eggshells in the beginning, only to be boldly embraced in his arms . Teasing snickering, followed by quiet laughter and a kiss on your forehead.

Acceptance. Being content in life, with nothing more blissful than a nap under the cool moonlight. Making an exception for a loved one, bringing one's self out of misery and despair, taking the hand of a selfless being and guidance towards happiness.

Finding happiness once more.

#my writing #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me aesthetics #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #sfw #gn!reader #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

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aminiatureworld · 3 years

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Shadowed Rationale

Characters: Albedo, Childe, Diluc, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,597

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: Some things aren’t terribly rational. And some responses are even less so. But what other option is there? Revealing yourself can be a terribly embarrassing thing, isn’t it better to hide it?

In which the reader is afraid of the dark.

Author’s Note: I’ve decided to write based off my own prompt every two weeks. Mostly because I realized I can no longer think of ideas, and also cause I’m a bit writer’s blocked and I’d feel bad writing requests right now. This premise is pretty cheesy, but sometimes simple starting points are the best to build upon! Besides it was a really a chance to work on my atmosphere, sometimes putting an image in your mind on paper is quite difficult, especially when it comes with an unsettling sort of mood.

All the characters I chose are characters I saw at least some point in the 1.4 teaser stream (Kaeya, Xiao, and Zhongli are tomorrow). I’m so excited! Although I have to apologize to Venti, sorry I have no idea how to write you so I chose not to.

I realize I idealize some of these characters (ie: Childe) quite a bit. I hope that they still keep their individuality, that they still stay in character. That being said I’m quite happy with how this turned out to be, so I hope you like it.

Albedo

It’s not that you didn’t trust Albedo. Indeed Albedo sometimes felt like the only person in the world you could trust.

It was simply that, though you two had been in a relationship for the past four months or so, you still wanted to impress him in some way. Or at least not seem like a total idiot. And to you the most idiotic thing you could think of was your fear of the dark.

It wasn’t that it was a totally irrational fear, of course humans were afraid of the dark, how else could they have survived this long? It was more that the fear felt irrational now. And besides, you had a vision. Your partner had a vision. You two were more than equipped for anything that might be lurking in the shadows. Besides it’s not as if your fear had a tangible image in your mind. It was more like a cloud, a miasma, which filled you with anxiety.

You knew you should tell him, knew he’d be nothing less than a perfect gentleman about the matter. But your pride was too great, or perhaps it was your embarrassment. Either you said nothing. And here you were now, in Wolvendom, in the middle of the night, desperately trying not to jump at every shadow you passed.

Albedo wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to your nervous disposition; once he’d found something to experiment with he developed the slightly unhelpful habit of blocking the rest of the world out completely. Not that that was terrible for you in current circumstances. Maybe you’d make it out of here with your dignity intact.

That optimism however was drowned out by the oppressive anxiety you felt. Though Albedo had assured you that his connections had managed to get Razor’s promise that no wolves would bother the two of you it was still difficult to contain the shiver up your spine every time you heard their distant howling. The landscape didn’t help, comprised of sharp drops and trees which seemed as if they’d never been alive in the first place. The long cavern in which you two walked seemed too vulnerable, too low to the ground with no way to protect yourself either from behind or above. The valleys were crawling with hilichurls, and you’d occasionally see the silhouette of a wolf or two. You could make out the old Monstadt as well, if you gazed westward, and the solitary, crumbling turret cut an eerie figure against the inky sky.

As Albedo studied the lamp grass that was the reason for your expedition – as he’d developed a curiosity in regards to their luminescence, how it was created and how it might be extracted and experimented upon – you looked around you. Though there was nothing in sight to be afraid of you still found yourself going to draw your weapon, though you were loath to actually do so, not wanting to look silly. After all, only a fool would attack the dark.

Luck, however, wasn’t on your side. You seemed to be spotting a figure, appearing at the other side of the valley in which you’d found yourselves in, walking straight towards you. You blinked rapidly, brain desperately trying to choose between whether or not it was a figment of your imagination. Surely it must be? What sort of cloaked figure would be wandering around in the dark? And yet the other half of your mind whispered that it must be something, something or someone, and that something or someone was fast approaching you. Was it? Or were you just imagining it? You truly couldn’t decide. Another howl echoed on the wind. Your senses were becoming too overwhelmed, too confused. Oh why were you there? Why oh why oh why?

You backed up slightly, brain now determined to see the shadow on the horizon as a human. Your hand clutched your weapon and you tried to remember if there was something, anything behind you. A ridge perhaps, so you might not have to worry about what was behind you, might be able in some ways to ground yourself.

Unfortunately luck wasn’t on your side, and instead of finding some point of security you found yourself tripping over your partner.

“Shit.” Albedo let out a curse as you fell backwards, hitting the ground with a loud thud. “My love are you alright?”

You said nothing, instead glancing back towards the other end of the valley. The figure seemed much skinnier from the ground, and for a moment you felt your brain cloud over in confusion. Then, as if all of a sudden your mind had put the pieces together, you felt a rush of relief, swiftly followed by embarrassment. A trunk. It was a tree trunk. Covering your face with your hands you groaned.

“Beloved?” Albedo asked once again. You looked up at him, a feeling of sheepishness and fondness washing over you as you saw the worried expression on his face.

“It’s nothing Albedo, I’m perfectly fine. It’s just… ah,” you let out a sigh, steeling yourself for the interaction you’d specifically hoped wouldn’t happen, “I’m, I’m afraid of the dark. My eyes were playing tricks on me just now, I thought I saw someone walking towards us. But it was just a tree.” You let out an embarrassed sort of sound, once more burying your face in your hands. Damn it. Now what were you going to do?

The feeling of fabric around your shoulders was a surprising one, and you quickly looked up. Albedo was crouching down beside you, having wrapped his coat around you. There was no sense of shame or embarrassment in his eyes, only love and a sense of caring.

“You should’ve told me.” He said, voice soft and warm. “I’m sorry I brought you along when it makes you so uncomfortable.”

“I’m sorry I’m being such a pain,” you replied, “it’s such a stupid fear of mine. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I felt like, like you’d think I was being irrational. Like I was being silly.”

“There’s nothing irrational about being afraid of the dark my love. It can be frightening after all, not being able to use all your senses to their full capacity. And even if it were an irrational fear, I wouldn’t look down on you for it. Alchemists, those who study the world, they cannot expect to always interact with what is perfect, what is always rational or what always makes sense. Neither are they infallible themselves. Besides,” he continued, brushing your hair out of your face, “I’d rather you be cautious over nothing than see you hurt.”

You found yourself unable to say anything, overcome by his words. It wasn’t that he’d said anything you hadn’t told yourself, you knew after all that being afraid of the dark wasn’t without a purpose, that it wasn’t utterly irrational in itself. But it felt different when Albedo said it. When you said it there was always your anxiety to counter it, when Albedo said it you accepted it as true. For it was Albedo who said it, and he’d never lie to you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, hugging the coat closer around you, happy to be enveloped in something so familiar and comforting.

“Of course,” Albedo smiled, kissing you on your forehead, “I love you. So very dearly.”

The rest of the night you kept his coat wrapped around you. Although Albedo had quickly reverted to his informative sort of state he hadn’t forgotten what had passed, and every once in a while he’d give you a quick hug, or squeeze your hand in reassurance.

Overall it wasn’t such a terrible night.

Childe

There was no hiding your fears from Childe.

The man was the nosiest – or perhaps most observant – person you’d ever met, and he’d quickly put two and two together as soon as you’d started living together.

Unfortunately for you Childe also had the kind of work schedule that would make a surgeon’s job feel envious. And a part of that schedule entailed you staying up at all hours of the night, trying desperately not to jump at every sound.

You knew that it was going to be one of those nights, and as of such you’d decided to take a nap in the afternoon, so the lack of sleep wouldn’t weigh on you too much. The afternoon sun had been strong, and though you’d decided not to close the curtains you also didn’t bother to keep any of the lights on. After all it wasn’t supposed to be more than an hour long nap or so, and keeping the lights on felt like a bit of waste.

Your regret came the moment you opened your eyes to the pitch black of your room.

How did something change so drastically from daytime to nighttime? All the familiar figures around you seemed to have disappeared, or perhaps it was more accurate to say they’d been transformed. Now even your closet door seemed to have taken on a life of its own, wriggling within its frame as if possessed. The unobstructed window cut harsh lines along your floor, but it was a cloudy sort of night, and every once in a while even the moon would be snuffed out, sending your heart rate skyrocketing once more.

You were utterly and totally paralyzed. At first you’d drawn the covers over your head, hoping to block it all out, but it was a warm evening and quickly you found yourself throwing your blankets off, needing some unobstructed air, met once more with the terror of the dark.

Childe, you wished Childe were here. He always knew how to chase away the dark, how to make the books and the lamps and the dressers go back to their usual selves. His teasing annoyed you sometimes, but now you longed for the distraction. If only he weren’t so late. If only you’d paid better attention to the time, if only.

Your eyes darted around your room, as if seeking out something you knew wasn’t there. You knew that whatever you saw was an illusion, the result of your brain trying to piece something together, something to keep it from getting bored. You knew perfectly well that it was an explainable phenomenon. And yet fear is so very difficult to fight, so though you continued scolding yourself for your nonsensical actions, you also continued to look around, sure that you’d find something if only you paid enough attention.

Time had frozen along with you, and you were so preoccupied with your fear that the door opening came as a terrible shock. You jumped, adrenaline racing through your veins, but the muffled “I’m home” was what you’d been waiting for. You just needed to go greet him. The moment you got out of your room and to the light of the kitchen it’d be alright. But you were still frozen, and though your mind screamed at your limbs to move you found there was no escaping the sort of spell that had been cast by your fear.

The sliver of light from the hallway finally began to eat away at your trance. The door opening to reveal Childe was what completely broke it.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Childe asked, a look of concerned plastered on his face. You let out a strangled sort of cry as an answer, fumbling off the bed before catapulting straight into his arms, burying your face in his chest. Childe immediately reciprocated the hug, stroking your hair in a soft, soothing motion. It hadn’t taken much to put the pieces together. What else after all could it be.

“It was the dark, wasn’t it?” He asked, whispering a faint “ah” in response to you nodding your head. “It’s okay my darling, I’m here. You don’t have to be afraid anymore, alright? It’s okay, it’s alright. It must’ve been very frightening to be alone.” His voice was almost melodic, the sotto tone slowly coaxing you back to yourself.

How confused would people be, you thought to yourself, how confused they’d be if they realized how kind Childe truly is. But you were grateful for that kindness. Right now it was what you needed. There’d be teasing tomorrow, teasing and bantering, and everything that was the usual Childe. But right now there was only comfort and softness, and you thanked Childe and the archons for it.

The rest of the night was a sedate one. You were both tired, Childe from his work, you from not only yours but the terrible fright you’d had. The two of you had eaten a late dinner, chairs pulled up next to each other, hands intertwining intermittently. There wasn’t much talking, instead you two enjoyed being in each other’s presence; the familiarity and comfort it brought.

Though the night was still warm you found yourself cuddling, arms wrapped around one another, legs tangled together. The beating of Childe’s heart steadied you, his breathing reminded you that he was there, that you were safe now. You didn’t have to fear the demons that your mind imagined. He’d scare them away for you.

It was difficult to keep secrets from Childe, and in the beginning the urge had been there. Who would want a significant other who jumped at shadows and was always spinning tales of the dark in their head? Especially someone like Childe who was so confident, so self-possessed. It was shameful, a part of you told yourself, how could he bear it?

But you were glad he’d figured it out, that you couldn’t keep secrets from him. Because at the end of the day Childe knew you best, knew how to keep the fear and the anxiety at bay, knew that being afraid of the dark, although worth a little teasing, didn’t make you any less of a mature and intelligent human being. And for that you loved him.

You loved him so much.

Diluc

“I know this might be sudden, but I want you to move into the Winery.”

That simple sentence had the adverse effect of completely messing up your life.

Your initial reaction had essentially been to buffer. Living together with Diluc, living with the person you loved above all others, it really seemed like a dream come true. Like something you’d wish to happen without any hope of said wish being realized. And yet it wasn’t a dream. He’d actually asked you. Diluc had actually asked you to live with him.

Once you’d gotten over your initial euphoria however a problem seemed instantly to present itself. That problem being that you were absolutely terrified of the Winery after dark.

I mean, who wouldn’t be? It was an old building, old enough for servants to whisper about lights that turned on without prompting, about footsteps coming down the empty halls, about people of old stepping out of their portraits and dancing the night away. It was absolutely terrifying to you, who already looked upon the dark with no little suspicion. And although the occasional night with Diluc was fine, you weren’t sure if you could deal with waiting in such a vast, creaking space alone.

But you didn’t want to tell Diluc that. Because though you were indeed a bit terrified, living with him did sound heavenly. It was something you dreamed of, and you didn’t want Diluc to come away with the wrong impression, the idea that you somehow thought he was being too familiar or going too fast. The thought of telling Diluc about your predicament never crossed your mind in the span of the conversation. After all it wasn’t as if he could do anything about it, he couldn’t very well redo the entire winery. Besides, it was such a silly fear, telling him about it would feel like you were making a mountain out of a molehill.

Eventually your mind settled on an answer: dragging the matter out. Professing your happiness at the idea you told him that it would require some mulling over, not to mention the paperwork in regards to the apartment you were currently living in. Diluc took it all with perfect understanding, assuring you that he could wait. “Besides,” he’d said, “what’s a little while when compared to the rest of our lives?” You’d blushed profusely at that, burying your face in Diluc’s neck. Yes, it would be alright in the end. And with that you pushed it out of your mind.

For the time being.

Although Diluc had many virtues patience was – perhaps surprisingly – not among them. Not more than three days had passed before he mentioned it again. Not that you were unhappy about it, no it wasn’t that. Nor did you feel pressured by him, you certainly didn’t. It was just the question of the Winery itself, and the fear that hung over your head like a sword. Just some time, a little more time.

The days turned into weeks, then almost a whole month, the whole time being wrapped up in your little song and dance. Diluc was evidently feeling dejected, but though you felt more than a little guilty about the whole matter, you still continued stalling.

Finally though things came to a head.

“My dear I understand if you don’t want to move in, but please just tell me!” Diluc burst out, voice dripping with frustration. “I understand if this is going too fast, I understand if you’re overwhelmed, I understand if you realize you’re not ready. But you must tell me, you must tell me what you’re thinking or else I’ll never be able to put this at rest.”

“It’s not that.” You assured him, shaking your head violently.

“Then what is it?” Your reply stuck in your mouth at his question. Why had it come to this? Conflicting emotions rose inside you, but all of them pointed towards one thing. You needed to tell him the truth. You needed to, or else this was going to turn into one of the stupidest rows you’d ever participated in.

“I… I’m afraid of the dark.” You replied softly, voice petering out to be no more than a whisper. Immediately the look of exasperation on Diluc’s face was replaced by one of concern.

“My dear?”

“I’m afraid of the dark,” you replied, this time with more force, “I’m afraid of the dark and I’m really afraid of the Winery after dark. So that’s why I’ve been putting it off. Not because I don’t want to move in, not because I think this is going too fast, but because the Winery makes me uncomfortable after dark. It’s so creaky and open and old and while that might be charming in the daytime, at night I feel like someone’s watching me.” You hugged yourself slightly, the image placed vividly in your mind. Yes, you did feel like you were being watched. Everywhere you turned you were surrounded by the eyes of those who were long gone, and it frightened you, how terribly it frightened you.

Diluc closed the distance between the two of you, wrapping you in his embrace. You reciprocated immediately, inhaling deeply, comforted by his presence.

“I’m sorry my dear, I didn’t know. If I had I’d have never proposed it.”

“You couldn’t’ve known,” your voice was slightly muffled by his jacket, “besides, I didn’t want to tell you. Because I knew you couldn’t do anything about it.” Lifting your head up you gazed at Diluc, who cupped your face with his hand.

“You don’t have to move in my dear.” Diluc’s voice was soft but firm, there was nothing but sympathy and encouragement in it. You smiled softly, leaning into the palm of his hand.

“But I want to. That’s the problem Diluc, I desperately want to move in. And yet I don’t know what to do. I can’t have you hanging around me each night. You’re the Darknight Hero. I cannot expect you to give that up for me. Even if you said you would I wouldn’t let you. I know how much it matters to you.”

There was a pause before Diluc spoke again. “Then let me suggest this. We see ways that we might accommodate. Perhaps a night lamp or some such thing. Or perhaps I need to pay more attention to the structure of the Winery. We’ll see what we can do together, and if nothing can be solved then we’ll find another way. Is that alright, my dear?”

“That sounds lovely.” You replied, finally smiling in earnest. What did you do to deserve such a human in your life? It felt like too much sometimes. You were experiencing such happiness as you seldom had before, not to such a degree. And you cherished it with all your heart.

It was the evening. You two were getting ready for the night, you preparing to go home, Diluc preparing for the task ahead of him.

“You spoil me terribly, you know.” You said, planting a quick kiss on Diluc’s cheek. Diluc smiled slightly mischievously, leaning down to give you a proper kiss.

“I don’t spoil you.” He finally replied, expression softening to one of fondness. “And if there was anyone in the world worth spoiling it’s you. I love you my dear, I’d do anything for you.”

“And I for you.” Your reply was soft, you yourself overcome by the love you felt.

It’d be alright in the end. If you knew anything, you knew that. It’d be alright. Because you’d have the one you loved most in the world with you every step.

#this title is so pompous...#the other option was 'irrational'#Blatant wish fulfillment when it comes to wearing albedo’s coat #Also is Diluc’s too rushed?#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #albedo #childe #diluc #albedo x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #scenarios #my writing

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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There seems to be a darker, more violent take on Clyde floating around right now and I LOVE it!! I’m working on one for him too!

Since you say open for darker requests, I’d love to hear your take on a more violent Clyde! He could be saving you from a stalker. Clyde can show him what a real bad ass can do and then show you how well he can treat you too lol! He could be protecting you from someone at the bar. He could be showing you his special forces skills after some gets aggressive. You name it lol!

Secrets of the Blood Moon {werewolf!Clyde x Reader darkfic}

author's notes: helloooo! my friend shannon, thank you for this request!! I am also a fan of the darker take on Clyde and I hope I did it some justice!! I worked really, really hard on this one, and I’m super pleased with how it turned out.

**PLEASE HEED THE DARKFIC WARNING!! THIS FIC INVOLVES SEVERAL VERY HEAVY AND VERY DARK THEMES, SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!**

warnings: angst. smut. hurt/comfort. a minor car crash. mentions of alcohol consumption. rut. knotting. breeding kink. werewolf stuff. attempted mating bite. murder coverup. clyde feels guilty.

tw's: noncon touching (not by clyde). involuntary attempted sexual assault (werewolf clyde pins her down & dry humps w/o consent, but human clyde doesn’t know he did it nor would ever intend to do it). blood & gore. graphic depictions of murder and violence. human-hunting. depictions of human body consumption (is it cannibalism if he’s technically a wolf when it happens?). werewolf sex.

**this is a work of FICTION. the author does not attempt to condone the actions/behaviors of the characters written.**

word count: 5.9k

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Last Night

Stepping out of your car, you’re instantly suffocated by the thick humidity of the West Virginia evening. The sun paints cotton candy across the sky as it sets behind the trees on the mountainous horizon, the almost full moon hot on its tail, slowly rising on the other side of the sky.

The blood moon comes tomorrow, and from the old folk tales your mom used to tell about the deep West Virginia countryside, some weird shit goes down under the crimson moon. You never really believed her. What all could happen in lil ol’ Boone County, anyway?

The moment you step into the refreshing, air-conditioned Duck Tape, you’re immediately greeted by a loud call of your name.

“Y/N!” You smile and wave at Jimmy.

Clyde looks up and smiles at you as you come and sit down at the bar next to Jimmy. He serves the customer before coming over to talk with you and the eldest Logan.

You lean over the bar to give him a kiss, earning a couple hoots and hollers from the bar crowd, which made you both laugh as you pull away.

“How was work, buttercup?” He asks, wiping off some glasses. “Weren’t ya doin’ that one presentation today? How’d that go?”

You’re always so flattered that Clyde actually pays attention when you talk about work stuff. Most guys just smile and nod, but Clyde actually listens and remembers. He even remembered your one year anniversary at the company you currently work for, sending you takeout from your favorite place along with some flowers.

“Yeah, it was alright. Boring as hell, but the partners seemed pleased, so that’s all I can really ask for at this point.”

Both he a Jimmy give a small chuckle, nodding before Clyde mixes your favorite drink, setting it down in front of you a few minutes later. You thank him, and the three-way conversation continues before the bar door swings open.

Something about the man’s entrance makes you look over, already smelling trouble as he steps over the threshold. His eyes are glued on you, a smug smirk etched on his expression.

A hush falls over the patrons for a few seconds, all eyes on the leather-clad man. Clyde’s hackles are immediately up, body tense as the mystery man saunters over, plopping himself down onto the vacant stool next to yours.

Things on the floor continue as normal, the chatter picking back up, and you subtly scoot a little closer to Jimmy.

“Bartender?” A thick New York accent calls.

Clyde walks over, plastering a fake smile on his face, seemingly the epitome of southern hospitality.

“What can I getcha, sir?”

The man gives Clyde a once-over and snickers. “No, seriously, where’s the bartender? I’d like a drink.”

Your grip clenches around your glass. You absolutely hated it when people were dicks about Clyde’s hand.

“Seriously, I am the bartender.” He states firmly. “So, what can I get ya?”

His tone sends a chill down your spine. Normally, Clyde just shuts down whenever someone starts poking fun at his missing hand, but tonight, there was a certain air of frustration, of dominance.

You just thought he’d finally cracked, after years of dealing with this bullshit. But as you would learn, there was an alternate explanation for his sudden outwardly alpha-like behavior.

The guy seems to back off a little bit, just asking for a cold Coors straight from the bottle. You startle a bit when Clyde slams the bottle down on the counter in front of him, and you could swear his eyes turn a light grey for a second before returning to the dark brown pools you’re familiar with.

Everything’s quiet for a little while, the man sipping his beer in silence, before he turns to you. He doesn’t say anything at first, simply allowing his eyes to drink in your seated figure.

“What’s your name, baby girl?” The beer smell of his breath is strong as he leans in. “You lookin’ for someone to keep you company tonight?”

You roll your eyes. Douchebag. “Nope. I’m perfectly content just sitting here, thanks.”

Clyde’s watching the interaction like a hawk as he makes someone’s drink. It’s a wonder he can concentrate on the drink when his thoughts and eyes are glued to you.

His slimy hand touches down on your bare thigh, just above your knee, and you jump in your seat. He grins, trailing it up as he leans in even closer.

“Are you sure? I could show you a real good time...”

Glass shatters from behind the bar and then, Clyde’s grabbing the man by his biker jacket, tossing him onto the floor with an almost superhuman strength. You stand up, appalled, as the man on the hardwood scrambles to get up.

An icy grey begins to frost over his sweet chocolate irises as Clyde clenches his fists by his side.

“Don’t ya dare touch ma girl, ye pervert.” He growls, voice lower than you’ve ever heard it. “Someone ought to show ya what respect looks like.”

The bar has fallen pin-drop silent, all sets of eyes focused in on the developing scene. He cocks his fist above his head, snarling as he readies to pounce on the helpless man.

It’s then that Jimmy hops up and puts himself between the two men, holding his hands up in front of Clyde. “Don’t do this t’ yerself. Ye know what’ll happen if ya do.”

This seems to bring him back, the warmness flooding back to his irises. His shoulders slump as he huffs softly, pushing past his older brother angrily, storming into his office and slamming the door behind him.

Shakily, the man stands and puts a twenty down on the table before running out of the bar, bell jingling against the wooden door as it eases shut after him.

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The rare blood moon hangs in its place against the pitch black sky as you pull up to the Logan’s trailer home. There aren’t any stars in the clear night’s sky, despite it being the dead of summer, but you don’t think much of it as you approach the shadowed porch.

Moths flutter around the dimly flickering porch light while you peek through the windows, which were as black as the night. Not a single light was on.

Odd. The Pontiac’s parked in its normal spot outside.

You flip the threadbare ‘welcome’ mat up, revealing the rusting gold key beneath. Sticking it in the lock, you turn until the door pops open, an eerie creak accompanying it.

"Clyde?” You say, looking around the trailer’s living room as you flip the living room lights on.

You call for him again. Maybe he’s just taking a nap. “Clyde?”

Still no response.

Now, you’re getting worried. There’s no note, nothing noticeably out of place; in fact, it’s almost all too still. It gives you the creeps, how still and quiet it is in here.

The scent of suspicion thickens the air around you, and you just get the most awful feeling in your gut that something bad is happening or is about to happen.

Adrenaline begins to pump through your veins as you quickly walk around, peeking in the kitchen, and in the spare room. The air seems to thicken again the closer to draw to Clyde’s room, and you push the door open with bated breath.

You’re absolutely mortified at the sight before you.

Shreds of carpet, fabric, and mattress stuffing is scattered the floor, and giant claw marks have torn straight through the drywall. The blankets and comforter, at least the remains of them, are disheveled where they lay across the clawed-up mattress.

His vanity mirror is almost fully shattered, and the products that once sat atop are now tossed across the floor. The chilly summer’s night air flutters the curtains on the opened window above the bed.

The first thought that comes to mind is a bear attack of some kind. Now fully freaking out, you’re wondering how in the world a bear got into the trailer, and why it only seemed to attack Clyde’s room. You scramble to grab your phone from your purse with shaky hands, dialing Jimmy’s number in haste.

Was this one of the blood moon enigmas mom warned about? No, no, bear attacks are pretty common around here.

It takes a few rings before he picks up.

“Y/N?” He sounds out of breath, exhausted.

“Jimmy, hey. Do you know where Clyde is? I’m at the trailer, and--”

Something that sounds like a growl rips through the speaker, followed by a woman’s voice.

“Is everything oka--”

“Mellie, I can’t help ya right now! I’ll be there in a second!” He yells in the background. “Sorry Y/N, you were sayin’ somethin’?”

“No, it’s alright. I’m just at the trailer, and I peeked into Clyde’s room...”

“Ya didn’t touch anything, did ya?” His voice is rushed.

You shake your head, eyebrows furrowed. “Uh, no, but--”

The growl comes again, louder this time, and it almost sounds like it’s...a voice. A very deep and very animalistic one, but a voice nonetheless. And it was saying something, although you couldn’t really hear clearly enough.

“Jimmy, do you know where Clyde is?” You’re getting a little impatient.

“Don’t worry ‘bout Clyde, he’s okay, he’s, uhh, here with us.”

“Oh, uh, o-okay.”

But tonight was supposed to be your special night together.

“Y/N? Listen real close, now. I need ya to get outta the trailer and go home, right now. Don’t linger, and refrain from touchin’ anything in the trailer. Lock all yer doors n’ close all the windows when ya get back home, okay? ‘N don’t go outside for the rest’a the night.”

Okay, now you’re starting to get fearful. “What--”

“Jimmy!” Mellie’s panicked voice comes through the phone speaker again, this time a bit clearer. He curses under his breath.

Her cries clearly rattled the eldest Logan, and he quickly tells you to just do what he said and then hangs up in a frantic state.

You’re frozen for a moment, but then you quickly scurry outside to your car, frantically looking around as you scramble to fit the key in the driver’s side door. By some miracle, you hold your hand steady enough to unlock it, quickly shutting the door and turning on the engine, peeling out of there like a madwoman.

Suddenly, as you go to pull out of the driveway, a strange apparition appears at the edge of the wood across the street. You squint, trying to figure out what the hell it is. Whatever it is, though, it’s panting heavily and looks...inhuman.

It’s standing on two legs, but its large, probably almost seven feet tall if you had to guess, and must’ve had some type of black fur or skin since it almost blends in with the darkened forest.

The reddish light of the moon is the only light that reflects upon this mystery creature, before it seems to notice your car idling in the driveway. The crisp light grey pupils seemingly glimpse into your soul as the creature looks upon you.

Clearly, now, you can decipher what exactly it is, although you’re in utter shock and skeptical to think it real: A werewolf.

You quickly put the car in reverse, slamming down on the gas, flying backwards for a few seconds before colliding with the trailer’s tin wall. Your head slams forward onto the steering wheel, trickles of blood dribble down your forehead and nose as your consciousness is lost.

When you come to, only a few minutes later, you groan as the welt forms on your forehead. You look around, groggily, seeing that your car is in drive but isn’t moving. Surely when you’d passed out, your foot would’ve come off the brake and you would’ve rolled away...

Stepping out carefully, you find that some bricks have been placed in front of all four tires, effectively keeping the car at a dead standstill.

Who in the world did this?

Then, you turn your head and walk slowly around to the front of your car, seeing the remnants of sharp teeth marks on your bumper. You’re frozen, a lump slowly crawling up your throat as the realization hits.

A low growl comes from behind you, and your worst fears have suddenly been realized. You slowly, carefully spin around on your heels, afraid that one wrong move may make you tonight’s surprise entree.

Your eyes meet the soul-piercing grey’s of the werewolf, the one you’d seen at the edge of the forest minutes earlier. The one that seemingly saved your life, but...how did a werewolf know what to do?

As you continue to gaze at the large being before you, you’re struck with a sense of familiarity, almost as if you’d met them before. Strange, because you can’t recall ever encountering a werewolf. Hell, you’ve never even seen a wolf before, other than in pictures. Surely you’d remember coming into contact with a seemingly impossible biological phenomenon such as this one.

His presence is scarily comforting, and you find yourself briefly wondering what it’d feel like to be enveloped in his woolen arms. Well, arm, technically speaking. This particular werewolf seems to be missing the lower half of his left paw.

Then, your mind connects the dots, and you’re shocked to your very core. It wasn’t a bear that attacked Clyde’s room, it was Clyde. This werewolf that’s standing before you is Clyde. That’s why Jimmy and Mellie sounded so frantic and breathless on the phone; they must’ve been trying to keep him contained.

But why? Werewolves usually recognize the important people in their human lives...right? That’s why he’d saved you from rolling off...

Your headlights’ reflection was speared by your figure, creating a shadow that covered most of Clyde’s form, except for the very tips of his paws, which had enormous claws emerging from beneath the thick layer of fur.

“Clyde?” You whisper, and he seems to soften for a moment, falling down on all threes.

Just as you swallow the lump in your throat and begin to cautiously approach the creature, hand outstretched to allow him to smell you, his eyes suddenly darken, the once snowy grey now more like the color of storm clouds.

He snarls, white teeth shining in the moon’s moody crimson-tinted reflection, and you immediately backtrack. Oh god, I’m fucked.

Your bottom collides with the front of your car, the engine thrumming lowly as it idles happily, grille warm from the machine inside. The headlights are now fully shining on the creature, fur shining under the bright lights as he approaches, lines of drool strung between his sharp fangs.

“C-Clyde, please,” You plead with the creature. “It’s m-me, Y/N, your g-girlfriend. You know m-me, you don’t w-wanna do t-this...”

It doesn’t seem to do much to dissuade him, the animal within now overshadowing the kind, gentle man you know and love. No, this creature is something else. This isn’t your Clyde.

The wolf stops short of the hood, where you’ve crawled up onto and are laying back, raising his nose up in the air, sniffing. You’re perplexed by this action, but it becomes evident when his ear prick and he says, in that same deep, animalistic voice that was in the background of your call with Jimmy,

“Mate.”

And then, he’s pouncing, trapping your hands above your head with his one arm while his legs scramble to find a good grip on the metallic surface of the car, hips rutting frantically.

His muzzle dips down, wet nose running along your jawline and neck, teeth scraping dangerously against your thin skin. He quickly settles on a spot behind your ear, growling as his pink tongue darts out to begin lapping at the spot.

You’re completely still, both physically restrained and unable to bring yourself to even try to move as the creature drags his fangs across the skin behind your ear. Your car is rocking back and forth with his hips’ violent movements, dragging his enormous cock against your lower stomach.

He pants into your ear, breath hot as he prepares to sink his sharp fangs into your tender skin, marking you as his forever...

“CLYDE!”

Jimmy’s voice pierces through the still of the night. Crickets stop chirping for a moment, and Clyde’s body stills. His head whips around, snarling at his brother.

Mellie’s right behind him, and she peers around him, trying to look at you. “Y/N, are ya alright?”

“YYYeah,” You manage, somehow. “I-I’m o-okay.”

Clyde hops down, all three feet planted on the ground, hackles up as Jimmy takes a step forward. “Mate.”

“She ain’t yer mate.” Jimmy says, calmly. He points to you. “Look at whatcha done to ‘er, Clyde. Would a mate look like that, huh? Look at ‘er, Clyde, she’s all beat up and scared outta her damn mind.”

The wolf visibly stands down, slowly turning his head to look back at you, seeing the scratches on your wrists and the marks on your neck. He sees the bit of wetness on your shirt and shorts, from his slick.

He hangs his head and begins to cry, whimpering and whining as he sprints off, surprisingly agile and quick for a wolf with three paws, across the road and back into the woods.

His blood’s boiling, he’s angry that he couldn’t defend you against Jimmy, mad that his alpha instincts had failed him. Even as a werewolf, one of the most powerful beings in the forest, he was still weaker than and overshadowed by his showboat older brother.

Loud barks of anger rip through him as he masterfully maneuvers through the forest, weaving through the trees, dodging thorns, leaping over the fallen tree trunks.

The sky suddenly begins to empty down onto Earth, the cool summer night’s rain a welcomed refreshment on Clyde’s fur. He looks up at the blood moon, huffing softly as he silently curses the orb for bringing this condition to him each full moon, as he did every single moon before this, and will continue to do with every one after.

He reaches his cave a few minutes later, stopping dead in his tracks when he smells smoke coming from inside. He’s on high alert, now, as he moves to peek into the cavern.

There, he finds a lone man sitting by a very small fire, rubbing his hands together over the heat. He’s clad in head-to-toe tree camo with a shotgun laying just out of arms reach.

This man’s scent feels awfully familiar, Clyde thinks, but it takes him a minute to figure out why. And, when he does remember, Clyde is suddenly not so sympathetic for the unwanted visitor in his cave.

The wolf’s mind falls to a certain memory from last night at Duck Tape. This is the jackass that thought he could get away with feelin’ you up. The one that poked plenty ‘a fun at his missing hand.

Clyde’s still-hard cock presses up against his furry stomach in excitement, tongue licking over his razor-sharp fangs. He couldn’t protect or avenge you last night, again due to Jimmy, but maybe he can now.

Jimmy ain’t gonna get in my way this time ‘round.

He can’t just come running into the entrance, no, that allows him too much time to grab the gun. He thinks, and thinks, until he remembers the connecting cave that he’d recently found on the last full moon. He bets he can get in there and creep up behind the man, do a sneak attack.

He’s salivating in anticipation as he bounds down to the opposite side of the cave, paws padding lightly against the soft gravelly dirt floor, trotting along carefully.

The man is none the wiser to the wolf’s presence, and the hum of the loud rain certainly wasn’t hurting. A loud crack of thunder suddenly rips through the forest, vibrating the ground. Clyde freezes briefly as the young man curls up further, chin resting in the gap between his knees.

Predatory instincts pumping through his veins at an all-time high, he crouches down as he stalks closer and closer to the unsuspecting body by the small fire. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, now right behind the man, moving in slow motion so as to not alert his victim.

When the time is right, just as the next clap of thunder rumbles the rocks, Clyde pounces. He grabs the man’s shirt, dragging him out of the cave with an unprecedented swiftness. The fire is extinguished with the tussle, leaving the cave shrouded in darkness, the shotgun laid abandoned on the ground where he’d put it.

He struggles against the wolf’s grip, fabric ripping violently the further his body’s dragged along. Clyde throws him out onto the forest floor, pawing at the ground like a wild stallion as the disheveled man scrambles to his feet.

His hands are shaky as he holds them up in front of him, as if trying to calm the creature like a domesticated dog. “E-Easy, easy.”

If he could, Clyde would’ve rolled his eyes at the man’s pathetic attempt to talk down at him. He snarls, watching in amusement at the way he startles and stumbles back.

Clyde’s got the man backed against the trunk of an old oak within seconds, and he stands up on two legs, glaring at the much smaller figure. He bares his teeth, a wolf’s version of a devilish grin.

“Run.”

It seems like the man is caught in between being shocked that this wolf just spoke English and being chilled to the core by his word. He sputters for a moment, brain smoking as it churns on overdrive, before his legs carry him as quickly as they can down the mountainside.

The wolf casually trots along after him, in very little rush to catch him. He’s throbbing hard now, the excitement translating into pure arousal. Clyde knows these woods like the back of his hand; there’s no where for this man to hide from his inevitable fate as the wolf-man’s next meal.

His head continuously whips around, meeting the grayish-white orbs tucked behind a thick coat of jet black fur. In a frenzy, he tucks himself behind a large tree, catching his breath.

Twigs snap in seemingly all directions, his breath heavy as his eyes flicker all around the dark, damp wood, the only light coming from the crimson-tinted orb above. He reaches back and wraps his arms around the tree’s trunk, panicked.

A low growl rattles his eardrums and he looks to the side, seeing the black creature right at his side. Clyde’s head snaps to the side, looking directly at his victim.

Crying out in fear, the man leaps forward to make a run for it, but is quickly taken to the dirt by the wolfish creature. The man squirms and screams out for mercy, for God, and Clyde knows what he has to do now.

He quickly sinks his teeth into the back of the mans neck repeatedly, effectively severing the spinal cord, leaving the man completely limp and defenseless. A quick and effective manner of disabling a victim, he’s learned through hunting animals, but keeps him just alive enough to see what’s being done to him.

Clyde flips the limp form over, now on his back, and his eyes are wide as he watches the wolf above him, black fur now stained red around the mouth, stare down at him with a hungry gaze.

His mouth opens, probably to beg for his life, but it’s too late. Fangs sink through his shirt and into the flesh of his chest, just above where his rapidly beating heart lay.

The thump-thump rhythm slows, then stops, the life leaving his body. Sweet copper tang coats the wolf’s tongue as the body is drained of its remaining energy.

There is little feeling better than watching the life slowly and steadily drain from the eyes of a victim, and suddenly, Clyde’s throbbing arousal has reached an almost unmanageable point.

But, he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to devour his freshly-caught prey, especially while it’s still warm. So he digs in immediately, carving further into the hole over the heart he’d already created, ripping out the vital organ.

He holds it triumphantly between his teeth for a moment before setting it aside. His craving is more for the meat, he’s never been much of a fan of organs, so he gets to work separating the good meat from the corpse.

Once he’s done, he lifts his nose in the air, howling loudly. He’s never been this hard before, he swears it, and there’s only one person that can satisfy this urge:

You.

For a wolf on three legs, he reaches your house in record time. He can already feel the wolf-ness fading steadily, the human beginning to peek through the cracks. But, his rut doesn’t give at all, and he bounds up the steps and scratches at your door.

You’re startled by the noise, already a gut feeling you know who it is. When you open the door, Clyde’s wolf figure is sitting politely on your doormat. Should you let him in?

He pushes past, whimpering as he does so, before you can make a decision. You shut the door slowly before turning around to face the creature. He seems a bit different than when you saw him earlier, seeming a bit more human.

You stand against the door, back pressed up against it, looking down at the wolf in your living room.

“Y/N.” He breathes, huskily, attempting to ignore the hardness pressing up against his wooly stomach. “N-Need you. Please.”

He’s ashamed as he stands up on his hind legs, wrapping a clawed hand around his oozing cock, jutting his hips out as if to show off for you. The alpha in him needs to show you how suitable of a mate he is, what strong pups he can give you.

“It hhhhurts, b-buttercup.”

The battle going on inside him, animal versus human, is painfully evident on his expression. Your hearts been ripped in half as you watch him struggle with himself, the human trying to overpower the animal, and the animal trying to fight off the human. He doesn’t even know what he did to you earlier.

“What do you need from me, Clyde? I’m here to help you, honey, I’ll do whatever you need.”

His eyes widen in surprise, but its quickly replaced by a look of what can only be described as pure, primal hunger.

“Floor. A-All fours.” The wolf-man manages, desperately humping his hand to offer some relief. “G-Get the lube, ffffuuuck, I mmuhhmight hurt ya without it.”

You rush to get the lube, placing the tube next to you as you pull your leggings down, exposing your bare cunt. Clyde watches with an eager anticipation as you spread yourself for him.

As soon as you’re into position, he practically falls over on top of you, hips rutting uncontrollably as he smoothes lube over his drooling cock and lines up with your entrance.

“B-Buttercup, I...I’m sssorry ‘bout what’s ggon’ happen. This ain’t me, ppuhpplease remember that, mmkay?”

You nod, tearing up at the pure agony in his voice. “I w-will, Clyde.”

His hips shove forward, a choked howl escaping his lips, balls tightening. You cry out, the burn of your walls stretching to accommodate his girthy length more prominent than usual.

Veins bulge out of his neck, jaw clenched as he begins moving, mercilessly plowing into you from behind. He plants his clawed hand next to yours, loud and desperate scratching noises accompanying the wet squelch of your joined torsos.

The carpet is shredded, hardwood floor scratched permanently by his feet as he humps you with a desperation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. This really wasn’t Clyde, but you soon realized that you exactly mind this side of Clyde, this primal instinct, this roughness. It was arousing, bittersweetly so.

When you look over your shoulder at the wooly mass moving behind you, your eyes widen. You didn’t notice the shiny substance from a distance, but now that he’s up close, you see that it coats his snout and has even dripped down onto his breast.

A gripping fear bubbles in your stomach. But then, you rationalize immediately, before you find yourself too deep down in this rabbit hole of worry. He probably just hunted a deer or a rabbit or something. He’s a fucking wolf, remember?

You almost sigh out loud in relief, but you keep it in, instead moaning along with each of his thrusts.

“D-Did ya like muhmmahhmm--ma w-wolf cock?” He asks.

You nod. “Y-Yeah, ohhh god, I liked it.”

“Gonna gguh-give ya real nice p-pups.” His muzzle rubs over the spot behind your ear, the same one that he’d been after earlier, smearing some of the crimson across your skin. He licks it with as much consistency as possible, considering the speed and intensity of his hips. “F-Fill ya u-up, knot ya gggood ‘n deep.”

You’re almost positive he’s talking pretty much nonsense at this point, his rut brain having completely taken over. You know you’re not gonna cum, but it doesn’t really matter; you’re doing this for him, after all.

“Oh g-god, I’m cummin’, I’m gonna--”

He pauses his hips, howling softly as he cums. But this time, something else begins to swell, and you cry out as it does so.

“M-Ma k-knot,” Clyde breathes in explanation. “Keeps it a-all inside y-ya.”

You nod, not really knowing what all he’s talking about but not really caring for an explanation right now.

“‘m gonna h-havta stay inside y-ya fer a lil while. S-Should be ‘b-bout 30 minutes or so.”

His tongue begins moving over your cheeks and neck, something that makes you smile, that helps you remember that your beloved boyfriend’s in there somewhere.

The half hour waiting period passes, and as much as you’ve loved snuggling with your boyfriend (who’s wolf counterpart is relatively cuddly, despite previous reservations), you’re happy to have him off you.

After wishing you a final goodbye, citing the need to ‘clean up his cave a bit’, he trotted back out the door and galloped like a madman (wolf?) back out into the shadowed wood, leaving you alone once more.

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It’s all over the news when you flip on the TV a couple days later. Hunter Found Slain in Boone County Woods, Bear Attack Suspected.

You have this awful, sick-to-your-stomach feeling that what happened the other night, when Clyde came to your house still in wolf form with a snout and chest covered in blood, had something to do with this.

When the picture of the victim came up on the screen, you audibly gasp, recognizing the face. It’s the guy that was feeling you up at a few nights ago at Duck Tape.

Oh god, no.

Suddenly, the door flies open, and Clyde’s panting as he rushes in and shuts it behind him. He looks pained, bottom lip trembling. “Have ya s-seen the ne--”

“...Police are still investigating the scene...foul play has not yet been ruled out...”

His entire demeanor falls, and the tears fill his eyes. He’s visibly shaking. You stand up and rush over to him just as he collapses on the floor.

You’re freaking out, trying to confirm what it is you’re pretty sure you already know.

“C-Clyde, did you...?”

He looks up at you from where his head now rests in your lap. “I c-can’t quite remember, b-but I think...I think I m-might’ve.”

Sobs wrack through his body as he cries hoarsely. You’re in shock, somehow hearing the words makes the reality suddenly hit like a damn semi-truck. You run your hands through Clyde’s slightly matted mane, soothing him as best you can.

“Clyde, it’s okay, baby. It’s alright, it’s not your fault.” You whisper.

“Y-Yeah it i-is, though. I k-killed ‘im.”

You try to stay strong, for Clyde’s sake, but the tears are swelling in your eyes at an uncontrollably fast rate. “But you d-didn’t do it o-on purpose, h-honey.”

His face seems to drop even more when he sees that you’re about to cry. He sits up shakily, pulling you into a big ol’ bear hug.

“Oh, buttercup, oh god, ‘m sorry. I didn’t m-mean to drag y-ya into all ‘a t-this.”

You sob into his shirt, wrapping your arms around him, holding him close. It’s hard to believe that this man, this kind, gentle man, could’ve done something like this on purpose. Clyde would never hurt a fly.

From what he’s told you, which granted is very little, the line between werewolf and human for him is quite a blurry one. He seems to only be able to remember parts of what happened, and his subconscious is only there for part of the time.

Which means that he’s technically innocent, since he can’t remember nor could he control his canine impulses or instinct. As far as you’re concerned, werewolf Clyde and human Clyde are two different beings.

“I-If anyone ever f-found out ‘bout ma c-condition...”

You pull away and look up at him, holding his face in your hands. “Clyde, I-I’m not gonna turn y-you in.”

“What?” He looks at you with a furrowed brow, like he’s surprised to hear your words. “Y-Yer not g-gon’...?”

Shaking your head, you swing your leg over his lap, hugging him once more while your face settles into the crook of his neck.

“No, of course not. I know you’re a good p-person, and like I said before, it’s n-not you. Your w-wolf side is not really you, Clyde, at least not entirely.”

Clyde looks down at you with an incredibly grateful expression, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He tilts your head up with one of his meaty fingers, immediately pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss is relatively short, just a showing of his gratitude, of his love for you. When he pulls away, you maintain eye contact.

“Okay, so most of the solid DNA evidence will have been washed away by the rain and tampered with by the elements over the past few days that the body’s been outside. Plus, they aren’t looking for wolf DNA, and even if they somehow knew, your wolf DNA wouldn’t lead to your human identity, at least I don’t think so...”

Hours and hours of watching countless true crime shows, movies, and documentaries are finally paying off.

“But, do you remember leaving anything, anything that could indicate foul play? Really search your memory.”

He puts his metaphorical thinking cap on, closing his eyes as he tries to recall anything of use from that night, but nothing comes to mind. His eyes swell with tears as they blink open and he shakes his head. “I can’t ‘member anythin’.”

“That’s okay, Clyde. They won’t find out, I promise, they won’t.” You kiss his neck. “For now, let’s just try to relax and we’ll keep an eye on the news. Will you come snuggle on the couch with me?”

Clyde smiles softly, nodding as you pull away and stand up, extending a hand to him. He takes it, standing up seconds later. As you walk into the living room, he says your name, causing you to turn around with a slightly perplexed expression.

“Thank ya.”

You smile brightly. “I love you, Clyde.”

“I love ya, too, darlin’.”

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You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 19

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

The boys just want to spend quality time with you. What better way to do that than to spend the day at the beach and then going for your first ever dinner date together?

After going to that house with the boys’ mother, you felt a lot better. You felt a lot more reassured and you had more will power to be stronger. The boys could see that too and they were glad that their families were able to make you feel better, even if they didn’t know what upset you in the first place.

“Where’s (y/n)?” Namjoon asked Yoongi. The older nodded over to your figure, who was smiling and listening to the gardener explain things about the flowers.

“She really loves the garden.” Yoongi chuckled.

“She’s there every free minute she has.” Taehyung smiled fondly as your smile got bigger when the gardener handed you a light purple rose. You held the flower and turned your head to see the boys all staring at you.

“Hello.” You gave a shy wave.

“She’s so cute.” Jimin chuckled as the 6 of them waved back at you. Wait, 6 of them? The boys looked forward to see a fairly large, dark grey wolf pad over to you. You felt something touch the back of your thigh and turned around. Smiling, you bent down and stroked Jungkook’s fur, showering him in light kisses as he basked in the affection.

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” The 6 older wolves scowled at their sly maknae.

“Isn’t this pretty, Koo?” You held the rose out to him. He sniffed it curiously, letting out a cute sneeze from the excessive pollen.

“Oops.” You chuckled, stroking his head. The gardener bowed and returned to work while you sat on the stone bench. Jungkook placed his head on your thigh, wanting all your attention.

“Why are you acting all puppy, Koo?” You smiled.

*bark*

Looking up, you jumped slightly to see 6 other wolves staring at you, their tails wagging in anticipation. You blinked in confusion as Taehyung suddenly pushed Jungkook’s head off, each paw resting on your thigh as he stood on his hind legs. He barked happily, his tongue hanging out.

“Yes, Tae?” You giggled as he licked your cheek. Jungkook huffed in annoyance at how his brother easily pushed him away and took all your attention.

“Shall we go for a walk at the beach?” You asked.

“Yeah! We can go for a swim!” Jimin jumped up and down. You giggled and they followed you but they stuck so close that you tripped and almost fell but ended up being draped over Namjoon’s body.

“You guys are tripping me!” You giggled as you pushed yourself up. Yoongi sat by your side, eyes following your hands, as you dug through your luggage.

“Umm...” You turned back to look at him and he blinked at you, tilting his head cutely.

“Can I help you with anything?” You asked. He shook his head.

“Alright then. Get changed.” You ruffled his hair and grabbed some clothes out, going into the bathroom to change. You closed the door before Yoongi could shift back into his human form since you knew he would be totally bare and you were not ready to see that yet. You changed into your swimsuit, pulling your dress over it.

“Yoongs? Are you changed? Can I open the door?” You knocked on the bathroom door.

“Yeah, yeah.” You heard his nonchalant voice and opened the door. He pulled his black shirt over his head, running a hand through his messy hair. You grabbed your things and went out with him.

“Let’s go!” You took the two vans that the boys drove here in. When the vans stopped, Namjoon opened the door for you to come out.

“The beach!” Hoseok screamed and all of them, except Yoongi, ran onto the white sand. Yoongi rolled his eyes at his brothers’ behaviours and held your hand, heading to find a nice spot with you. He laid out the mat and sat down, patting the space beside you.

“Not gonna swim?” You asked.

“Hate the water.” He grumbled, looking away. It was obvious, he wasn’t a fan of the beach.

“Aww, Yoongles. I’ll just keep you company then.” You squished both his cheeks in your hands, cooing at him. He scowled and slapped your hands away with the most annoyed look ever.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He scoffed.

“Okay... Yoongo Boongo.” You snickered. Suddenly, you were being hauled off the sand as Yoongi held you in a bridal position.

“W-Wait! Where are you going?! What are you doing?! Wait! Yoongi!” You screamed as you saw him head closer to the water. Instinctively, your arms wound themselves around his neck. If he was going to throw you into the water, you were taking him down with you. Your 6 other mates who were supposedly supposed to protect you just watched on.

“You guys are supposed to protect me!” You pointed at them as they all burst out laughing, falling onto the sand.

“Are you sorry?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow. You looked away, pursing your lips. Yoongi scared you by doing a fake drop, making you scream in fear once again like before.

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” You shouted, wailing.

“Give me a kiss.” He gave a smug smile. You rolled your eyes and gave him multiple pecks. Chuckling, Yoongi walked back and set you back down on the mat. You immediately rained slaps on him.

“So mean!” You grunted. Seeing the other boys all play in the water, you wanted to go swimming too.

“I’m gonna swim.” You removed your dress. Yoongi’s eyes widened as the sight of your black high waisted two piece.

“Where are you going?” He grabbed your wrist.

“Swimming? We’re at the beach, Yoongs!” You chuckled and his hand fell limp. He knew the others were going to have the same thoughts as him. It was confirmed when they stopped wrestling one another and stared at you with wide eyes and slightly opened mouths.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Taehyung was the first to freak out. Yoongi smirked at his brother’s reaction.

“Geez, you didn’t have to shout. I’m going swimming. That’s why we’re at the beach right?” You frowned slightly. Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched slightly. You shrugged and tied your hair up, waddling in the water.

“Jungkook.” Taehyung pointed.

“What- JUNGKOOK!” You squealed as Jungkook threw you over his shoulder and led you back to where Yoongi sat.

“Back so soon?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry, bub. You’re not going to be walking around dressed like that.” Jimin came and sat in front of you, ruffling your hair. Says him, who is dressed in a muscle tank that is now see through because of the water.

“I just want to swim.”

“Not in that though. We can’t have other males looking up our beautiful mate.” Namjoon grinned. Hoseok whistled and Taehyung trotted over in his wolf form. He stepped into the space between your crossed legs, pressing his entire wolf body against your front in an attempt to block other people from seeing your skin. You shook your head.

“Here, jagi. Cheer you up a little.” Jin held out an iced lolli to you. You grinned and received it, enjoying the cold sweet treat.

*Whine*

Taehyung pawed your thigh for some. You broke some off, letting it rest in your hand as he licked it gently. Namjoon stayed by your side, leaning back on his palms as he watched you interact with Taehyung.

“Enough sun for the day?” You asked.

“Yeah. I’d much rather spend time with my mate.” Namjoon smiled back and Taehyung barked in agreement. You chuckled and wiped your hands, subconsciously stroking Taehyung’s fur as you watched Jin, Hoseok, Jungkook and Jimin play frisbee on the beach.

“I may just take a nap.” You laid down, putting your head in Namjoon’s lap. Taehyung moved and placed his head on your stomach.

With dark clouds starting to roll in, you knew it was time to go home. You could continued your nap there instead. You and the boys packed up and headed home.

“Actually, (y/n). We would like to take you out tonight for dinner.” Hoseok said. You tilted your head in confusion as you walked up to the house with them.

“We want to take you out on a date.” Jimin explained further.

“Oh!” You finally understood.

“Yeah, we haven’t really gone out on a legit date as lovers, with everything that has been happening. So we all talked and think that you deserve a nice dinner date. I mean, you said we haven’t asked you out officially. (y/n), would you like to go on a date with us?” Namjoon asked on behalf of all the boys, who were now staring at you.

“You know I was just kidding but sure, I would love to have dinner with you all.” You giggled.

“But I have to ask my mates first.” You tapped your chin.

“Oh, I’m sure they will be fine with it. Even if they’re not, it’ll be our little secret then.” Jungkook kissed your cheek, nuzzling his cheek against yours lovingly. You laughed and pushed him away.

“I’m gonna shower then.” You went to take a nice bath to get rid of all the salt water and sand. Namjoon greeted you when you came out.

“Strawberries and peaches.” He smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his forehead against yours.

“What?”

“You smell like strawberries and peaches. Mates always smell different to one another. When we knew you were our mate, you smelled like strawberries and peaches, not like a normal human would smell. I don’t know if we smell different to you.” He explained. You shyly leaned in to sniff him.

“Pinewood? With some vanilla? I thought it was just the cologne you guys use that make you all smell like a nice candle.” You blinked innocently.

“Of course, only our mate would compare us to scented candles.” He ruffled your hair.

“Stop teasing me. Not all of us are as smart as you, Joon.”

“You’re just cute, babe. But I was sent to give you this.” He picked up a box and gave it to you. You released him and opened the box. Inside was another beautiful dress. But it was simpler, a dark blue body con, short tube dress.

“It’s pretty. I love this. Thank you.” You hugged him. This dress was very much more your style, simpler.

“I’ll let the princess get ready then. Yoongi was telling us how you don’t like heels so we got you these.” He gave you the box, which was a white Doc Marten Chelsea boot. Pecking your cheek again, he left the room. You got dressed, did your make up and wore your shoes. It was simple but you felt like a million bucks, thanks to your boys.

Grabbing what you needed, you left the room and headed down. The boys all melted when they saw you. No matter what you wore, you never failed to take their breath away.

“Our mate is truly stunning.” Jin held your hands in his. You smiled shyly. Yoongi tilted your chin up to give you a light peck.

“We should go before we’re late for our reservations.” Jimin checked his phone. Instead of driving, the boys called for two cars to come pick you up.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“You’ll see.” Hoseok lifted your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it.

“Princes, princess. Your table is this way.” The manager bowed. You felt weird, no one has called your princess yet. That title made you feel different. You kept a straight face as you walked through the dining hall, the other customers all turning their heads to stare at the princes and their mate.

“They’re staring.” You whispered to Taehyung.

“Because you’re so beautiful. But they can’t have you because you’re ours. You’re mine.” He leaned into your ear, his hand resting on your lower back.

“Please let us know when you’re ready to order.” The manager led you all to a private room. There were 4 seats on both sides of the cloth covered table. It was Jungkook, Namjoon, you and Yoongi on one side, the rest on the other.

“This place is expensive.” You thought out loud.

“Don’t worry, jagi. Just order what you’d like.” Yoongi put an arm over the back of your chair as he browsed through the menu. Honestly, you didn’t know what to order because there were so many foreign words that you didn’t understand. You have never been to such a high class, fancy restaurant before so this was all very new to you.

“Need help?” Namjoon leaned over.

“I don’t really know what all this is.” You told the boys, blushing.

“Alright, we’ll order for you then.” Jimin smiled. When the waiter came, the boys all ordered their own preferred kinds of steak. Namjoon ordered for you, you didn’t know what he ordered.

“How many glasses?” The waiter asked.

“8, please.” Jungkook said. The waiter bowed and soon returned with 8 wine glasses. You have never had wine before but this was a new experience so you were willing to try it. He poured some and let Yoongi taste some before Yoongi gave a thumbs up. The glasses of wine were passed out to everyone.

“To, our beautiful mate and our first date.” Hoseok chuckled.

“Thank you.” You blushed as they all clinked their glasses together before taking a sip. It was good, the sweetness of the wine along with the slight but nice burn down your throat.

“Like it?” Jin asked. You nodded your head. All of you chatted as the appetisers came. There was some variety in them.

“Marinated raw tuna. Try it.” Taehyung encouraged.

“It’s good.” You were pleasantly surprised by the taste. It was nice and unlike anything you have ever tried before. The boys all smiled when they saw how much you enjoyed it.

“Try this.” Namjoon held his fork out to you. You coughed a little before leaning in to eat the food off his fork. Following suit, the other members with different dishes began to hold ther forks out to you, hoping that you would take their offer. You blinked in surprise while Namjoon rolled his eyes with a shake of his head at his pack.

“Here are the mains.” Waiters came in with your mains. You watched, mesmerised as Yoongi handsomely tasted a new kind of wind and discussed with the manager how it needs to ‘breathe’ before it can be drunk.

“Are you checking me out?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“N-No!” You stuttered, looking away.

“The Miyazaki Wagyu?” The waiter asked. Jin gestured to you and the waiter placed the plate in front of you with a bow. Did they just order you the most expensive steak on the menu?

“Isn’t this the most expensive?” You hissed.

“Just enjoy it, babes.” Jungkook chuckled, sipping his wine. You cut into your steak and placed it into your mouth. It was so flavourful, soft and just melted in your mouth. You had to resist the urge to let out happy sounds of contentment at the taste. Yoongi chuckled.

“Good?”

“It’s the best steak I’ve ever had.” You nodded.

“That’s good to hear.” Yoongi patted your head. He sliced a piece of his steak, which was different from you, and placed it on your plate. It was really good too. You were really enjoying the time with them.

“Hehe.” You poked Jimin’s cheek.

“Who’s the genius who let her finish the wine?” Jin sighed. You hummed as you hugged Jimin, nuzzling your face into his neck. Jimin wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you steady. You had insisted to sit on his lap because you wanted to ‘squish his cheeks’ and the boys were apparently bullies for ‘trying to separate you from squishing’.

“I’m happy.” You sang.

“You are?” Jimin stroked your head. You nodded your head happily, staring into his eyes.

“Shh... I have to tell you a secret.” You messily placed your hands over his mouth. Jimin chuckled, gently grasping your wrists to pull your hands away from touching his face.

“What secret?”

“Shh! I’m trying to tell my secret.” You frowned. He held his hands up in defence. Taehyung, who was sitting next to Jimin, watched on in amusement.

“Okay, you... cannot tell anyone! Shh, I actually have 7 boyfriends! And! And! That’s not all... You cannot tell them, okay? Promise me. I really, really, like REALLY like them.” You giggled to yourself.

“We promise not to tell.” Taehyung smiled.

“Okie, I’m-I’m trusting you. You know, they’re so cool. You wouldn’t believe me but they’re werewolves! Werewolves are real, you know?!” You gasped.

“Really?!” The boys played along.

“Uh huh. My 7 boyfriends are werewolves. But... But you can’t tell anyone. I-I don’t want people to know... Because... I don’t want them to leave me. I-I’ve been alone for... uhh... years. And-And now, they’re all I have. I-If they leave me, I’ll be alone again. A-And, I’ll get sad. No one wants to be my friend... except them.” You said sadly.

“We’ll be your friends.” Jimin told you.

“Really?” You looked up at them with sparkly eyes. They nodded their heads, a part of them feeling sad by what you just spilt to them.

“Okay. But I have to ask m-my boyfriends first. I think! They don’t like me having other boys as friends. But they’re nice! So don’t worry. They will say okay.” You giggled.

“The other day... in the toilet... some girls were saying that I’m supposed to make my mates s-stronger. But... I’m human, so I made them weaker.”

“They said that?” Taehyung held your hand.

“Uh huh. I was really sad... after that. Because I-I don’t want to hurt my ma-mates. They’re EVERYTHING to me. I-I even dodges Kookie’s hug because I thought that m-maybe... it’s true that I am not right f-for them.” You unknowingly shed some tears, which Taehyung wiped.

“So that’s why she was sad.” Jimin said.

“Poor (y/n).” Taehyung whimpered.

“But I’m okay now! I love my boyfriends. They’re nice. They also feed me yummy foods!” You continued to laugh, making them smile softly. As the car stopped, Jungkook came to carry you.

“Wee!” You cheered as Jungkook carried you upstairs. The other boys looked on in amusement. They all adored the drunk version of you. Jungkook went upstairs and got a maid to come in to change you. He washed up as you got changed. You were dressed in Jungkook’s big hoodie and some shorts. Jungkook came out and joined you in bed.

“I love you.” Jungkook leaned in to give you a kiss but you covered your mouth with your hands.

“I can’t! I have boyfriends! 7 of them!” You shook your head.

“I’m sure they won’t mind.” Jungkook gave an amused laugh, trying to give you another kiss but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him.

“Nooo! I only love them! I’m sorry, mister. If they know, they’ll hurt you! Real bad.” You scolded. Jungkook huffed, clicking his tongue in disbelief. He laid down beside you, making you face him.

“Koo?” You called. He hummed in reply.

“I love you.” You giggled shyly. Jungkook lifted his head and you boldly pressed your lips against his. He squeezed your waist as you pulled away to breathe. He moved you close to him until his big body was almost draped over you. Softly, he began to hum to lull you to sleep.

“Jungkook, hyungs. We need to talk.” Jungkook heard Taehyung.

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Obsession Embry Call chapter 10

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off the next morning. I roll over and unplug it before I pick it up. “Hello?” I didn’t bother to see who was calling me so early. “Good morning sleeping beauty. Sorry for waking you up.” Embry didn’t sound so apologetic but hearing his voice perked me up anyway. “Its all good. How was your night?” I hope he had a good night, he deserves it. “I had a pretty good patrol with Quil. How was your night, beautiful?” I blush at his complement. “I had a good night, slept pretty good. You haven’t gotten any sleep have you?” I start to feel bad realizing he has been working all night. “I got off when the sun came up. I went to sleep for a few hours before I called you. It is nine so I will probably take a nap before I pick you up.” I feel better knowing he got to have some sleep. “So what time are you picking me up today then?” I couldn’t be more excited to see him again even though it has only been a few hours since I saw him. “ I was going to pick you up around one if that was okay with you. I figured we could go grab lunch and hang out a little before we went over to Sam’s house.” I smile at the thought of seeing him alone before we saw everyone else. “That sounds great to me. I am looking forward to seeing you. “ I want to say I miss him but I don’t want to sound too needy. “ I miss you. I am looking forward to seeing you too.” Apparently he was feeling what I am. “Well have a good nap and I will see you in a few hours Em.” I don’t want to hang up but I need to start getting ready and he needs to get some sleep. “Hmm, Em, I like it when you call me that. Have a good day, beautiful, I will see you in a few hours.” I smile and blush again at his compliment. “Goodbye Em.” “Goodbye beautiful”

I get out of bed and go down stairs to eat breakfast with my family. My dad had chocolate chip pancakes and bacon waiting for me at my spot. “Good morning. Breakfast looks great, thank you so much.” I sit down and start to dig in. “I know they are your favourite so I thought I would start your day on the right foot. My dad smiled at me and then leaned over to kiss my mom. They seemed to be getting along better these days. I know everything was tense after Cade passed away so it is nice to see things start to seem a little normal again. “So what time is Embry picking you up today?” My mom asked between bites of her own pancakes.”He is picking me up at one so we can go to lunch before we meet up with his friends.” Just thinking about spending the day with him brought a smile to my face again. “Well I hope you have a good time with him. I just really am happy to see you smile again.” My dad says while giving me a hug then going back to his pancakes. Once we finished I helped clean up and do the dishes. I finished around 10 so I headed up stairs to give myself a manicure and pedicure. I have yet to figure out what I am going to wear today but I figured it couldn’t hurt to have all my bases covered. But then I remembered where we live and that the chances of it being sunny outside again were slim thus rendering my pedicure unlikely to be seen but at least I feel good.

After getting my nails done I head over to my closet to try to decide what I want to wear today. After destroying my organizational system I decided on black ripped skinny jeans, a white floral print top and my black high top converse. I went down stairs to ask my mom if she would mind french braiding my hair for me. “Of course I will. It has been so long since you asked me to do that for you. Go grab your things and let's get started.” I rush back upstairs to grab my brush and hair tie. When I get back downstairs my mom is waiting for me on the couch and I sit next to her with my back facing her. I relax as she starts to brush my hair. It was such a simple act, for her to do my hair. But I could tell it meant a lot to her. I hadn’t realized how long it has been since she has done this for me. It was nice to just spend some time with her again. I will have to make sure it is a priority moving forward.

Once my hair was all done and I got dressed I decided to do my makeup. I did a little bit of concealer, blush, highlighter, eyeliner, and mascara. After about an hour of trying to do my wings on my eyeliner in a way that they look somewhat similar I got them to work well enough. I check the clock and it is almost time for him to come. I spray on a little bit of perfume and put on my necklace and grab my purse and double check that I have my keys and my phone. I pull out the first book I find on my bookshelf and start reading to pass the time a little. The next thing I know I hear someone knocking on the front door so I slam my book shut and toss it on my bed, shut off the lights and rush downstairs. “He isn’t going to leave without you, you don’t need to rush and break your neck” my dad shouts from the living room. My mom was at the door with Embry in the entryway with a big smile on his face with a bouquet of flowers.

“I will put them in a vase and put them by your bed. You two go enjoy your evening. It was so nice to see you Embry dear.” My mom said while pulling Embry into a hug. I smiled at him while he hugged her back. “Bye mom and dad I will see you later.” I call as I walk out the door. Embry stops and looks at me for a moment. “You really do look absolutely beautiful.” he says before he leans down and kisses me gently and I recall all the kisses from yesterday. He walks me to the car and opens my door for me and races over to the other side. He slides his hand into mine and we drive to the little diner everyone goes to. As usual he opens my door for me and his hand finds mine once again. We get seated at a booth and he sits right next to me. I can feel his thigh pressed against mine and all I can focus on is how incredibly warm he is. I can feel the warmth from him spreading throughout my body.

We order our meals which means a burger and fries for Embry and a club sandwich for myself. We decided to be cheesy and share a strawberry milkshake. I liked how easy it felt to be around him. He just makes me feel safe. We ate our lunch while talking about anything and everything. Once we finished our meal and paid we had a little bit more time to kill before we needed to meet up with the pack. We decided to go for a drive. He placed his hand on my leg and looked over at me and smiled. I lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes. He turns up the music a little bit and I just zone out and enjoy the peace.The next thing I know Embry is chuckling and shaking me awake. ”I am so sorry. I guess I got so comfortable I must have dozed off. I really am sorry.” He just smiles at me and shakes his head. “It's fine, I don’t mind. I am sure you needed the rest. Plus it was funny to hear you talk in your sleep.” He gets out of the car and opens my door for me. I realize we arrived at Sam and Emily’s house. I would have to ask him later what I said in my sleep. I hope I didn’t say anything too embarrassing. We arrive at the door and are greeted by everyone. Sam smiled warmly at me and Emily gave me a nice big hug. Quil, Jared, and Seth each gave me a nice big hug. Leah smiled at me and Paul nodded at me. Jake gave me the biggest hug out of them all which resulted in him picking me up leaving my legs dangling and my ribs probably a bit bruised. Everyone laughed when he put me down and I rubbed my sore ribs. Once steadily on my feet I found my natural place at Embry’s side.

He put his arm around me and pulled me in. He whispers in my ear. “ You really do look beautiful. I am glad you came with me tonight.” His breath tickles my ear and makes me shiver. The boys whistle and laugh “He is probably saying something about the hot making out they did last night. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about it while we were on patrol last night.” Jared said which humiliated me to no end. I bury my face in Embry’s shirt to hide my blushing. I forgot they told me about the wolf mind reading. I don’t like the thought of them seeing me do something so intimate with him. “It is about time he got some action. He has been thinking about her for a while. It was all he could think about and I am sure he will keep thinking about it more.” Quil decides to throw in his two cents on the subject. I grew even hotter than I thought was possible. “Hey knock it off! Stop embarrassing her. You can clearly see she is uncomfortable so lay off.” A deep stern voice rumbled out of Embry’s chest. I had never heard him sound so firm. I am glad he said something to stop them. It was getting to be too much. They take their turns giving their apologies. “It is okay I forgive you. Just please don’t do it again.” They each give me a hug. “ I will make sure they don’t give you a hard time again.” Jake says with a fake stern look at them then throws his arm around me. “Okay guys let's eat. Ladies first. Once the boys dig in there is no guarantee there will be food left.” Embry says as she leads the way to the kitchen.

I place a nice serving of lasagna and salad on my plate with a piece of garlic bread. It looked so amazing. And I eyed a beautiful looking chocolate cake that I am sure will be for dessert tonight. We all find a place to sit either on the floor or the couch or the dining room table. I am sitting on the floor in front of Embry while he is on the couch. I lean up against his legs just to be close to him. After dinner we decide to start by playing Uno. I am seated on Embry’s lap while we try to hide our cards from each other. And when he told me how competitive the boys are I didn’t expect what I saw today. Paul was laughing evilly at everyone else as he kept throwing down his plus twos and fours. Jake was pouting and Quil and Jared were bickering. Sam was focused on Emily with a big smile on his face. He kept placing kisses on her cheek while she kept dishing back what Paul was doing to everyone else. I was more focused on the feeling of Embry rubbing small circles on my thigh just above my knee. But in the end Emily won which left Paul sulking dramatically.

After Uno we decided to take a break and eat some of the cake. Well I guess we ended up eating all of the cake. I sat on Embry’s lap and we shared a piece of cake. We took turns feeding each other which earned us a lot of eye rolls and groans from the guys and Leah. “Don’t let them stop you or embarrass you. I think you guys are cute.” Emily said with a warm smile. She was snuggled up next to Sam and he looked so content as he always does around her. I smiled back at her and gave Embry a kiss. After we all finished the cake it was time to play Jenga. Which is a disaster waiting to happen considering how clumsy I am. Add being nervous to the mix and we are bound for failure. But once again the guys got very competitive to the point of them focusing so hard on messing each other up it left me to be able to focus on myself.

It was Seth's turn and Quil ended up yelling in his ear, leading Seth to fall on the blocks thus losing and probably injuring himself in the process. Everyone else laughs while Leah goes to check on him. Upon discovering that he is indeed okay she shoves Quil off the arm of the cough where he was perched laughing his ass off. He landed with a big thump on the floor. Once we restacked the blocks it was my turn to go and I very carefully removed a block successfully which earned me a kiss from Embry. I smiled at him as he went and grabbed a block with much more ease and less concentration than I did. I wish I could be that calm about anything but that just isn’t me. Of course he was successful at not knocking over the blocks.

It was Leah’s turn next and she had her brow furrowed in concentration as she carefully grabbed her chosen block. Then it was Sam's turn and Emily giggled as she playfully pushed him causing his very large hand to knock over the block tower. We all laughed as he sighed playfully and leaned over to kiss Emily and start tickling her. She laughed and flailed as he continued to tickle her. Finally things settle and we rebuild the tower once again. Jake goes first and very carefully pulls his block out. Jared then goes and is successful. It gets to Paul and he narrowly avoids knocking the tower over. Emily goes and takes her block so gracefully. I go to take my block but I am so shaky I knock it over. While everyone laughs Embry smiles and kisses me and whispers in my ear. “It's okay, nice try love.” He pulls back and places a kiss at my hairline. We decide to switch to playing LIfe which is a personal favourite of mine.

I have never played games with this number of people so I wasn’t used to it taking so long but time flew by. The next thing I know it is midnight and Seth is screaming because he won and Emily and Sam are curled up on the couch giving each other love eyes. I am sitting on the floor between Embry’s legs with my back leaning against his chest. I can feel his breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. Quil, Jared, Paul, and Jake are bickering because Seth won. It was then decided that we would get ready to leave. I help clean up so we don’t leave them with a mess. Embry takes my hand as we walk to the car. “How would you feel about a stop at the beach before I take you home? Just so we can spend a little time alone before I drop you off.” I smile and nod. I like the idea of ending my night with some alone time with Embry before I had to go home. He drove us to the beach with his hand on my thigh as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the music playing in the background. Once we arrive I take off my shoes and enjoy the feeling of sand between my toes and Embry’s hand on the small of my back.

We find a little spot and take a seat. “Did you have a good night?” He asks nervously. I smile at him. “Your friends really are amazing. I feel like I finally have a brother again. I like being around the craziness. It can be a tad bit overwhelming but my house is so quiet. It is nice to laugh and play around. It really does feel like a family.” He looked relieved at my answer. I lean in and kiss him. It feels like it has been forever since we kissed. He puts his hand in my hair and gently pulls at my roots. I try to get as close to him as possible. I end up sitting on his lap again and his other hand is in the back pocket of my skinny jeans. My hands trail down his chest. He unattached his lips from mine and started kissing down my neck. I gasp at the feeling and move to give him easier access. After a little bit I manage to pull myself off of him and sit back down in the sand next to him. The whole lets take things slow has gone so far out the window. I am trying to fight the internalized misogyny I am feeling about this. I feel like I shouldn’t be moving this fast with him because it makes me look bad. But I don’t want to judge others for how fast they move. Also we are designed to be together so I don’t think there is any concern of him leaving me. I guess I should just do what I want and not stress myself out so much on the timeline.

“I am sorry if I am sending mixed signals. I know I said I wanted to take it slow and I clearly haven't been taking it very slow.” He just smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead. “You don’t need to apologize. I am in no rush at all. But I very much enjoy what we have been doing. I am good with whatever you want to do or whatever pace you are comfortable moving at. Just do whatever you want and I will be here.” And with that we decided to head home because it is so late. Once we get to my house he opens my door for me and walks me to the front door. I give him a big hug and just let him hold me for a minute. I look up at him and kiss him gently. He pulls back after a minute and kisses my forehead. “ I will call you tomorrow, maybe we can hang out again if you would like that.” I nod aggressively. “Of course I want to hang out with you!” I kiss him again. “Have a good night beautiful.” “Goodnight Em.” and then I head to bed with my head full of all the kissing we did tonight and hoping for more tomorrow.

#embry call #embry call x oc #embry call x reader #twilight #twilight revival #twilight saga #twilight shitpost #the twilight series #writing #fandom #fanfic #embry call smut

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siriannatan · 3 years

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Beeduo Oneshots - Technoblade and Foolish interjection #1

Technoblade spends a lot of his time napping. Naps were nice. No voices, no governments, no people trying to use him. Steve and all the other bears and wolfs were enough to keep the place safe from monsters. Between his naps, he would catch up on rare news with Philza, gathered more firewood, chucked some snow at Ranboo, remove some snow from the roofs. The longest he was up was when Quackity recruited him to help with the Egg, and as much as he didn't like the guy he didn't like the Egg even more. He just regretted they couldn't save everyone the eggheads lured in with that party.

That day Techno said 'hi' to Phil who seemed a bit distracted, and in a hurry, he said something about having to check something in Manberg. He would have to ask about it later. The plan for that day was to gather some firewood, he bid Philza farewell and went out with his axe, not his combat axe he got from Ranboo... It was weird that he was suddenly moving in with Tubbo, not that it was Techno's business, he was still part of the Syndicate and the last president of Manburg seemed to be very much against governments and formal wear on anyone but Ranboo.

It wasn't all that cold that day, for a cold snowy tundra it is, anyone not used to cold would have a bad time but Techno was used to it.

Foolish wasn't having a good time. After the trip to Tubbo's mansion, he made the genius decision to visit 'Philza', he wasn't looking for Phil, he was looking for Technoblade. Everyone was afraid of him and if Foolish managed to befriend the anarchist maybe they wouldn't mess with him and his building projects... Why was everyone living in snowy tundra's can't they live in a nice warm jungle or even better, a dessert. It was far too cold.

As far as wood gathering trips go this one wasn't so bad. Just half an hour was enough to gather enough wood, no lost monsters under the trees, hiding from the sun. Some wild wolves run away as soon as they saw him approach. On the way back, in the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of the sun reflecting off of something. Turning around he saw a person? Should the sun be reflecting off of people's faces? Walking closer he poked the person with a long stick. No response. It was a person, with golden shining skin, both his piglin side and the voices were screaming in his head, conflicting, agreeing. Gold! GoLd! EEEE Help. help. Foolish... Shark-man, Blood for the blood god. EEEE GOLD help Technoblade just pushed it all to the back of his mind. With a heavy sigh, he dropped the bundle of firewood he carried, took off his cape, wrapped it around the person, threw them over his shoulder and after picking up his wood again began the march towards his a little more distant than he thought buildings, plumes of smoke from chimneys and fluffy warm Steve. He really should get over how tall Ranboo is and stop wearing high heeled shoes. At least the golden person wasn't heavy. Techno soft GOLD EMERALDS SOFT Technosoft Philza PHILZA EEEEEEE At least no one was home to mock him in person as he came back with ab unconscious person.

The last thing Foolish remembered from before he passed out was cold. What he felt now was warm, fluffy and was tickling his nose "Achoo".

"Let's hope the cause was Steve and not cold," he hears an unfamiliar voice. It wasn't hard to see who it was, the room was small and full of furniture, Chests, alchemical stands a table and two chairs. Very shabby craftsmanship, Foolish was close to screaming at how simplistic it was. By that table sat the Blade.

Long pink hair let loose reached way past his waist adorned with a golden crown decorated with gems. Narrow thin shoulders devoid of the red cape he heard about, high heeled knee-high boots. Every part of Foolish screamed that this man was dangerous. Especially the red eyes focused entirely on Foolish, he could feel them moving between his forehead and eyes. Foolish didn't want to look him in the eye, instead, he focused on the emerald earring hanging from his ear.

"Steve?" Foolish asked. He could barely feel his limbs.

"My emotional support bear," The Technoblade said, little pig ears in his hair twitched as his jaw pointer a little to Foolish's right. With barely a move of his head, Foolish noticed what was the fluffy thing keeping him warm. A fully grown polar bear, softly breathing as it slept, "he likes ear scratches, I blame Philza and Ranboo for that. I'm Technoblade, but you probably know that," the host introduced himself as Foolish slowly moved his arm to scratch the bear behind his tiny ears, discovering that Thechnoblade's famous cape was currently wrapped around him, helping him keep warm.

"Foolish G. The God of Immortality, Sky and Oceans," he introduced himself, "I've indeed heard about you, Technoblade."

"And what is a god doing in my little anarchist commune?" The blade asked suddenly getting up and moving out of Foolish's eyesight, the right of his vision was just Steve, who was indeed rather happy with behind ear scratches he was receiving.

"Looking for help?" Foolish had nothing but two of his lives to lose, he could as well say it.

"Is there an anti-god government here now?" Technoblade almost sounded amused.

"Not really, it's just... even though I'm a god I'm not good at fighting, I swore off my violent days and people are kind of taking advantage of that, messing with my hard work, with me..."

"And you thought you'd ask me to kill them for you?" that sounded rather threatening.

"Not kill, just hang out around from time to time to spook them? Like if they think we're friends they might leave me alone?" This conversation was going bad way "I can... build something for you? I'm good at building. You saw Tubbo and Ranboo's mansion? I build it. If you need like... a separate house for Steve? Orafakemarriagetoavoidtaxes?" the last part was said very quickly and not necessarily was meant to say.

"Haeh?" Technoblade looked shocked, for the first time since he woke up Foolish saw him lose confidence. For a split second, he wasn't that threatening.

Once the confusion passed Technoblade laughed, loudly, and for a while. Steve gave his master (?was he ever tamed or did he enjoy the warmth and free food?) a puzzled look.

"That beats everything anyone ever used to get me to help them, I haven't laughed that much in a while. A marriage for taxes? There are no taxes here and I pity anyone who would try to tax me o my friends." That was it Foolish was going to lose his second life while trying to protect himself. "Achoo," suddenly the Blade sneezed. "Sorry, so why now? You've been here for a while."

"Ponk moved into my dessert, build a big red eyesore and put a cursed pumpkin on my head. At first, I was planning to take Sam out for a date but apparently, he isn't safe, at least that's what Tubbo said when I went for advice to him."

Techno laughed a bit more. "Why Tubbo? I never heard of him having any dating experiences."

"He and Ranboo are married aren't they?" Foolish asked still petting Steve. Techno's confused face was enough to answer "You had no idea?! It makes sense why they would... with Tubbo being a former president... I messed up. Please don't tell them I told you, knowing Tubbo he'll want another mansion, I can't do it, I hate chandeliers because of the last one I build him!"

"I won't tell them." Techno seemed to be confused at this reaction "I had my suspicions anyway, they spend too much time together for me to not be suspicious. What is your stand on governments?" the pink-haired warrior asked standing up and again disappearing behind Steve.

"Don't like them," Foolish said with a sigh of relief. "I destroyed a few back in my God of Death days..." he smiled fondly at old memories. No one would dare to put a pumpkin on him back then.

"Why did you stop fighting?" Techno asked giving Foolish a mug of tea. "I'm out of sugar, sorry. I would ask Phil for some but he went out and Ranboo is with his husband. Don't feel like going through their stuff."

"There is a limit to how much bloodshed one can handle, how many friends you can die because of your action, how many towns you can raise to the ground," he muttered looking at the dark liquid, it was warm, warm was nice, "I wonder, what is the Blood God's limit?"

"What is any other man's limit?" Techno said, "I know people call me that, I don't mind, it keeps some away on its own, but in the end, I'm just a man, I may not age but I can still be killed."

To say Foolish was shocked would be an understatement. He took nearly on everyone Dream brought to his realm, almost alone not counting an army of Dogs and Philza. He fought them amongst a rain of TNT and Wither's. That was beyond anything any mortal was supposed to be able to do. "I think there is a God who very much enjoys your actions," he said sipping the tea, it was bitter but warm. Steve was snoring again.

"You were there at the Red Ball of whatever?" Technoblade asked ignoring what he had said.

"Yes, I...."

"I'm sorry we couldn't stop them earlier," that was surprising. hearing the most feared person apologise...

"It's okay. I'm not a fan of dying but it's okay, everyone else survived and that's all that matters, the Egg cult is scattered to the four winds, some have left it even. In the end, I'd call the day a win."

"I see..."

For a while, they sat in silence, crackling of fire and Steve's snoring being the only noises in the room until Technoblade sneezed again.

"Do you want your cape back?" Foolish asked, "Steve's plenty warm."

Techno just nodded as he was passed the garment. "I take it you don't like cold."

"Not really, I prefer my summer home, it's in the desert, it's warm there."

"I see... do people often miss with your building projects?"

"Not recently, I don't think many people know where I live and I like it that way. Nice builds don't last long in these lands. But I'm glad I'm here. I made some new friends meet some old friends. It's not all bad here."

Techno just nodded, He looked a bit more like a fearsome warrior now that he had his cape on. "So you need help keeping it that way?"

"And maybe keeping people from requesting outlandish stuff, if possible." Now that the main subject was back the atmosphere turned awkward again.

"So I'll just need to hang out around you sometimes, glare at people if they bother you and be an 'I'm sorry I have a plan with Techno' excuse?"

"Yes?" Foolish muttered into his mug.

"Any relations I need to be aware of? Friends, enemies, family members?" Techno asked.

"Puffy is kind of my father, Eret I used to know a long time ago, we once faked a marriage, destroyed some cults together, doesn't seem to remember me, Tubbo... we're kind of cousins and Ranboo is his husband... most other people I'm rather neutral towards, don't like eggheads... Sam creeps me out lately... Tubbo said he cut off Ponk's arm, don't know if it's true. Dream... Dream is in prison so I guess we won't have to worry about him. Dream XD tends to avoid me." Foolish never really thought about his connections to people on the server. "I'd rather we not cause much bodily harm unless necessary."

Technoblade just nodded, voices were rather quiet ever since Mr God of Immortality Sea and Sky woke up, it was like they were coming to him through a lot of water, and they were much less intensive. That was a nice change. "Okay, so I help you and you build my dogs and bears a nicer kennel? I don't mind what Phil build but the herd outgrew it rather quickly. I hope we don't have to be too showy about it." he finally said.

"I hope you're not agreeing because of what happened at the Ball," Foolish looked at him rather seriously, at least as much as someone buried in blankets, leaning on and petting a bear could be.

"I'm doing it so Quackity stops flirting with me, and to gave bragging rights over Dream," Techno said mate factly, "Look at me chat, I have a Husband and the Teletubby is in prison..." Techno forced a joke out "a warning, I owe Dream a favour. That and voices are quieter near you, is it some part of you being a God?"

Foolish blinked, he didn't know many people with voices like Technoblade's. "I don't think so, I can bring down lightning, enrage the sea, cause sandstorms, nothing to do with voices."

"Hmm, it's getting dark." Technoblade noticed, "want to stay here or should I walk you back to your dessert?"

"I can stay here with Steve and start on that new kennel tomorrow," Foolish shrugged, he wasn't ready for another trek through the snow, "We can go to Eret when coming back to do Ranboo and Tubbo and sign wedding papers."

"Okay, I'll try to figure out somewhere to sleep for you," Techno said with a bit of a laugh at the last part, "and you better tell me about those governments and cults and cities you wrecked."

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iam93percentstardust · 4 years

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This isn’t really a specific prompt but something with Steve and Tony being super intimate and soft with each other, where they go from Tony sitting on Steve’s lap to chat for hours to making out/sex to chatting again and just really enjoying each other’s company please 🤗

Okay, first of all, let me just tell you how much I love this prompt. I haven’t written my favorite soft boys in far too long and this was such a delight to work on. I’ve missed my darlings.

Secondly, I never really got to the chatting part but this is still so soft and sweet and I think you’ll really like it.

I’ve given up all hope for the read more so I’m tagging this as long post if you want to blacklist

Soft, My Love ~1.8k words Explicit sexual content On AO3 here

Never, in a million years, would Tony complain about waking up next to his husband but he will admit that it’s a surprise. Usually Tony wakes up while Steve is on his run. He would think that Steve had already finished his run and he just woke up late but when he checks the clock, he sees that it’s still early.

Steve is on his side, head propped up on his hand, smiling softly at him. The sun is coming through the windows behind him, lighting him up like an angel. Tony rolls his head so that his face is mostly buried in the pillow and only one eye is peeking out to look at his husband.

“Aren’t you usually up by now?” he mumbles, not yet fully awake himself.

Steve leans over and kisses his shoulder. “I thought we might stay in today, take it easy. What do you say, Shellhead?”

Tony stretches and hums. “No going anywhere?”

“Not at all.”

“No meetings?”

“Already cleared your schedule with JARVIS and Pepper.”

“Just a lazy day inside?”

“Yep.”

“…What’s the occasion?”

Steve laughs, full-bodied, clutching at his chest. “Only you, sweetheart. Only you would be suspicious of a staycation.”

Tony can’t help but smile as well. “You really mean it?” he asks. “Just the two of us locked away up here?”

“Is that a yes?”

He pushes himself up, Steve sitting up as he does, and swings a leg over Steve’s. He loosely locks his hands around his husband’s neck and leans in to kiss him, gently, chastely because while Steve might not care about morning breath, Tony does. Steve cups his cheek before his hand slides down to rest gently at the back of his head. They rest there for a minute—or maybe forever, who’s counting?—before Tony pulls back.

He moves his right hand to cup Steve’s cheek, who turns and kisses his palm. God, he loves this man. “Staying inside sounds amazing.”

“In that case, how does breakfast sound?” Steve offers and Tony nods. “Eggs and turkey bacon?”

They go through their morning routine automatically, brushing teeth and putting on lounge clothes, moving around each other with an ease born from many years of practice.

Steve scoops him up once they’re done, Tony’s head laying against his shoulder, and carries him from the bedroom into the kitchen and sets him down on one of the stools at the island. Tony, still a little asleep, slumps down onto the countertop, resting his head against the cool quartz. He watches Steve putter around the kitchen, drifting in and out of a light doze until a cup of steaming coffee is put in front of him.

“There you go,” Steve says gently. “Coffee with your milk.”

Tony smiles at him gratefully. He knows it drives Steve crazy that Tony likes to add so much stuff to his coffee that it barely tastes like coffee anymore but hey, he drinks it because he needs the wakeup, not because it tastes good.

He sips at the cup as Steve finishes making breakfast and sits down across from him with two plates in his hand, sliding one across the table to Tony as he makes grabby hands. Tony catches his hand before it can fully pull away and they eat like that in companionable silence, fingers loosely interlocked.

“What’re you in the mood for today?” Steve asks as Tony clears the plates, rinses them, and puts them in the dishwasher. “Back to bed, out to the living room, something else?”

Tony half-wants to suggest back to bed, not for sex, but just to sleep a little longer. The hour is still early, they wouldn’t be wasting time by getting another nap in. But he thinks about the book Steve has been reading to him over the last couple of weeks and he suggests instead, “Will you read to me?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Steve teases. They settle in the living room, Steve in one of the armchairs with his feet resting on the footstool, Tony sitting between his legs, back pressed to Steve’s chest. Steve grabs the book from the table beside them as Tony gets comfortable.

“’And now of course you want to know what had happened to Edmund,’” Steve begins. Tony leans his head back against his husband’s shoulder and closes his eyes, relaxing into the story. Steve pauses and kisses his forehead. “’He had eaten his share of the dinner, but he hadn’t really enjoyed it because he was thinking all the time about Turkish Delight—and there’s nothing that spoils the taste of good ordinary food half so much as the memory of bad magic food.’ Hmm, reminds me of you and cheeseburgers.”

“Reader’s personal opinions are not necessary for reading,” Tony says archly. Steve chuckles and kisses him again.

They get through four chapters, the words washing over Tony in a haze, before Steve finally says, “’Rise up, Sir Peter Wolf’s-Bane. And, whatever happens, never forget to wipe your sword,’” and closes the book.

Tony squirms, feeling a little numb in uncomfortable places now that he doesn’t have anything else to focus on. Steve coughs as something hard pokes Tony’s backside—and he bets he knows what it is. He squirms again, biting back a laugh as the something hard grows harder. He opens his eyes to see Steve’s own blue ones going dark and blown. Steve puts the book down and then puts his hands on Tony’s hips to still him.

“What?” Tony asks innocently. “I’m just trying to get comfortable.”

“Don’t mess with me like that. That hasn’t worked in years.”

“I could take care of it for you.” Steve looks torn and Tony continues, “You wouldn’t have to do any work. I’d ride you.”

Steve still doesn’t look wholly convinced so Tony turns and straddles him, rising up on his knees to shimmy his sweatpants down off his hips. Automatically, Steve looks down before jerking his gaze up and settling on a point somewhere beyond Tony’s shoulder.

He laughs. “Steve, baby, we’ve been married for a year. You’re allowed to look without asking.”

“Don’t want to presume,” Steve mumbles.

Aww, that’s sweet of him. Tony kisses him, slowly, lazily, pouring all his love and affection into the kiss. One of Steve’s hands presses against his back to keep him steady, holding him as they kiss. The other one palms Tony’s ass, fingers sliding between his cheeks to press at where he’s still open and a little wet from last night. Tony breaks their kiss and leans to the side, scrabbling for the lube he knows they keep in the drawer in the table.

“You or me?” he asks and then decides that he doesn’t really care what Steve’s answer is, he just wants something in him, so he pours the lube over his own fingers and reaches behind himself. One finger feels amazing but two is even better and when they’re joined by one of Steve’s fingers, Tony moans out loud at how good it feels. He pulls his fingers out, lets Steve take over entirely as Steve pushes back in with three fingers now. Tony rocks back on Steve’s fingers, forward to rub his cock against his stomach, whining when he can feel Steve’s cock through his pants but doesn’t have the capacity to even think let alone push Steve’s pants off.

He’s stretched and open and buzzing like a live wire when Steve finally pulls his fingers out. He pants for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts enough to take care of the pesky pants problem. Steve just smiles fondly, lifts him with one hand, and pushes his own waistband down just enough to free his dick. When he lowers Tony back down, it’s onto his cock, sliding into him, spreading him—oh—so open.

They rock together, lazy, languorous, with slow rolls of their hips, in no rush to finish. They don’t get to do this often, this molasses-slow sort of sex. The life of one superhero is busy enough but two superheroes is even worse and that doesn’t even take into account Tony’s social obligations. Times like this—unhurried, slow, sweet—are few and far between, which makes this moment all the more precious.

“Steve,” he whispers. “Kiss me.”

And Steve does, kisses him slow and sweet and lingering until Tony feels like he’s drowning in it, drowning in Steve. He’s never come like this before, just from being kissed and loved and held, but he does now, feels sensation washing over him like the tide. He sighs into Steve’s mouth as he spills between them and Steve groans as he finds his own release. Steve holds him even closer as Tony relaxes into him, come smearing onto his stomach. They sit there for a long minute, breathing the same air, calming each other with soft kisses and gentle touches.

“Come on,” Tony says eventually, when the come on his stomach is starting to cool and itch, even though he wants nothing more than to keep laying there. “We need a shower.”

“Don’t wanna,” Steve grumbles. Tony smiles fondly at the pout between Steve’s eyes. He reaches up to smooth away the little furrow.

“I know but we’re gonna regret it if we don’t.”

Steve sighs but he stands still with his hold on Tony, slipping out of his body. Tony wraps his legs around Steve’s hips, letting him carry him. JARVIS has already started the shower by the time they reach the bathroom. The steam fills the room, warm and relaxing, and Tony inhales deeply, feeling his muscles unclench from the last little bit of tension he hadn’t even realized he was holding onto.

They wash each other, motions languid and sleepy. “You thinking about a nap after this?” Steve asks as he finishes rubbing shampoo into Tony’s hair. “Eyes closed.”

Tony obediently closes his eyes, feels Steve’s hand above his eyes, shielding him from the water he’s tilted back into. “Nap sounds good,” he admits. “What about you?”

“Thought I might draw some.”

“Mkay,” Tony says sleepily.

Somehow, he knows that they make it back to their bedroom and into their bed but if someone had asked him, he couldn’t have told them how. Steve sits down, back against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. Tony, from his place next to him, glances between his pillow and Steve’s inviting lap. After a moment, he squirms over and tucks himself up against Steve’s side, resting his head on Steve’s lap.

“Am I in the way?” he asks, already half-asleep.

“Not at all, sweetheart,” Steve murmurs.

He drifts off to the sound of the pencil scratching against paper and the feeling of Steve’s soothing fingers carding through his hair.

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corruptedconfessions · 4 years

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Imagine a werewolf bnha, but of course, not everyone a full fledged were WOLF per say... after all, people have become much more civilized! Nowadays, most werewolves look like normal dog breeds! Which yanderes would use that to their advantage and trick their darling into letting them inside as a pet (which soon turns into supernatrual lover that's so clingy) or get extra pets?

Hmmm! I think, in no particular order the Yanderes that would really use this to their advantage:

Hawks is a very clingy yandere, especially with his instincts always making him desperate for your touch, for your attention. According to him you are already his mate, he just hasn’t marked you yet! And you just weren’t giving him enough attention! Sure you smiled and would chat with him when he approached but you always left to go do something or talk to someone else who had no right talking to you!!

The idea had come completely by accident, he had gotten too worked up with you being too busy at work and turning him down when he offered to take you to a hotpot for dinner and had turned into his animal form for a run on the outskirts of the city, and on his way back a little girl had squealed at him, tugging on her mothers hand as she squealed about the cute puppy while pointing directly at him.

Was he really that cute?...would you think so too?

It was just a little test to see if you would give him some sort of attention! Put then you let him into your home, a place he had only seen through windows and you had even pet him, scratched behind his ears and let him sleep there! He didn’t mean for it to go so far but how could he go back when you finally accepted your place next to him (Well...kinda) And were finally giving him the attention he deserved as your mate?!

Sure you might have a bit trouble adjusting once he turns to his human form again but you’ll get there! He’s a great mate and you just need a little help accepting that! But don’t worry he’ll be there by your side until you figure it out...

Despite what it seems Kirishima is very insecure when it comes to you, you could give him all the attention in the world and he would still be on edge, anxious about someone better coming along and taking you. He knew he was your mate, you had accepted him! Of course you had he was strong, manly, a great provider! But you hadn't officially mated yet, and you never let him scent mark you beyond you wearing his clothes or letting him snuggle up to you. So when he finds out that you find his wolf form adorable you bet he is going to use that to his advantage! Eagerly snuggling up to you in dog form so you’ll cuddle with him or run your fingers through his fur, giving you big puppy eyes so you’ll bend more to what he wants without big fights.

He would never trick you, he’s too kind for you not to bend to him eventually, and he believes lying is a very unmanly thing to do, especially towards your partner! That doesn’t stop him from using his dog form to steal attention from you all the time though...

Midoriya is just touch starved in general. He wants your eyes on him, your touch, your smile, you words! He wants them all!! and at any cost. He’ll actually be the only one who comes to this idea himself, remembering how his mother use to call him cute and fluffy when he transformed as a pup, he may be bigger now but the concept is still the same right? So he’ll show up at your doorstep in the pouring rain, whimpering and crying and looking as pathetic as he possibly can, anything to get into your house and be surrounded by you. He nearly leaps for joy when you let him in and start doting on him, giggling as he licks your face and even scent marks you just a little when you let him rub up against you. And once youre asleep he can rummage through your stuff to his hearts content

definitely goes through your underwear drawer

He probably won’t keep up the façade for long, though, he gets to excited and probably transforms back without thinking just to give you a hug or jump on you in the shower.

It’ s okay! It’s just him? Why are you screaming so much? Leave why would he leave? You let him in here silly! Why are you trying to leave? Oh no he can’t allow that! He has so much planned for the two of you now that his little secret is out of the bag!

Don’t worry! He’ll take very good care of you~

Denki has the least manipulative reason as to try and trick you, he enjoys just lounging around in his wolf/dog form for no particular reason other than he just enjoys it. Laying and napping in the sun just isn’t the same in his human skin, nothing can compare to laying in the warmth with the sun beating down on his fur. He likes sleeping, when he sleeps its like he is with you, living out his best life with you at his side.

Que his confusion when you run over to him and start petting and cooing at him, rubbing your hands through his fur giving him all that attention that you never give him even when he desperately tries to get it (and ultimately just ends up hurting himself)

From there it’s easy he pretends to be fooled as you coax him to come home with you, absorbs any and all attention you will spare towards him, even going as far as to knock over your food and jump on you to get it, something you laugh off as an overly excited dog

Big mistake

Now spurred on, believing that behavior to be the only way to finally get his attention he continues behaving that way, even when he gets excited and transforms back, embracing you eagerly, ignoring your frightened cries.

You’ve created a monster that no longer waits for you to give him your attention, instead he takes it, slapping things out of your hands when he wants it, crawls right onto your lap, picks you up and just carries you around because he feels like it

All because you had to approach that stray dog

#yandere #denki x reader #hawks x reader #kirishima x reader #midoriya x reader #reader insert #fantasyau #werewolf

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ghostgetter · 3 years

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That would be Gold Rush

When Keith thinks of Lance, he thinks: loud, eccentric, supercilious. Over the years, he’s had the luxury of learning more about him, like how he’s exceptionally considerate, especially when anyone around him is at their lowest point. Or how passionate he is about the things he loves. Or, even, regardless of his occasional arrogance, Lance was actually pretty good at the things he put his heart to.

Sharpshooter, indeed.

Now, after wars have ended and the peace has claimed everyone’s hearts, there is a certain epiphany Keith has had for his righthand man.

He may potentially, possibly, in some fashion, be in love with him.

It is utterly horrifying.

Keith has fought aliens twice his size, defeated empires, lead the most powerful robot and defended the universe, but this makes his skin crawl.

Whenever Hunk talked about legitimate romance and his love for Shay, Keith never thought twice about what it was like. Love and being with another person never came close to his ideals and imaginations while he was growing up. He needed to be with the stars, to find what was calling him. A lone-wolf that yearned for a family.

Now? Now he yearns for Lance.

Quick brushes of hands, stories of his family, his compassion and support when Keith would feel like collapsing in on himself after a rough assignment with the Blade. His overall being, which has now collected in his own imagination when he lies in bed, or in a tent in a galaxy far from Earth, where Lance is next to him, holding his hand and simply existing.

Keith doesn’t think he’s wanted something more in his life.

Like water rushing his veins, he comes back to Lance snapping his fingers in his face, his own way, way too close as he leans forward on the McClain’s sofa. It almost looks like his Altean marks are sparkling.

“Universe to Keith.”

Keith blinks several times, trying to right himself. He pushes his hand out of the way, “The snapping is unnecessary.”

“It is when you’re in LaLa Land,” Lance says, going back to swigging his beer back. “You weren’t even listening to me about Veronica!”

“Right, sorry,” he apologizes, “Long mission.”

“S’okay, I figured,” Lance is always understanding and empathetic when Keith visits the farm. He has his mother make the best soup Keith has ever had in his life, next to Hunk’s own, and gets a guestroom set for him and Kosmo, who is already napping upstairs. He puts a warm hand on Keith’s shoulder, and of course electricity rushes down his arm, sparking in his fingertips. “We can just watch NASA and make fun of them if you want.”

Keith smiles softly. Shiro’s always been the brother he’s needed growing up, the shoulder to lean on, the support he desperately craved. Lance is his own brand of supportive. Carefree and funny and kind. He’s like gold, rare and sought after by hundreds. “I’m okay. Tell me about Veronica.”

“Well, Veronica became an instructor at the Garrison. Took over for Iverson and stuff, so I think the mental health of the cadet’s is gonna be a bit better.”

“Oh, thank the universe,” Keith says, “I hated that man.”

“I figured, hotshot,” Lance jokes, “Wasn’t hard to miss when you tried punching him one time during class.”

Keith turns, only the slightest bit ashamed, “You were there for that?”

Lance flicks him on the head, Keith recoiling and glaring back, “I was in your class, stupid! Geez, I’m still so annoyed you don’t remember me.”

Keith rolls his eyes. “I’m not apologizing for not remembering some of the worst years of my life.”

“The Garrison wasn’t awful,” Lance sets his arms on the back of the couch, fingers brushing Keith’s shoulder. “I mean, Veronica actually wants me to come…join her?”

Keith lurches forward, gaping. “Really? Lance, that’s amazing!” Because from what Keith knows from visits and friends, Lance hasn’t stepped foot anywhere related to space in over a year. Hasn’t gone to the Garrison at all, according to Shiro. Hasn’t had any interest in going to space again, according to everyone else.

“Yeah, as an instructor,” Lance chuckles. “Can you imagine, me? Instructing?”

Yes, Keith thought, Absolutely. And he’d be amazing at it. Because, sure, Keith gave him a hard time back in the Voltron days on his piloting skills, and for some odd reason, Lance showcased some sort of desire to outshine Keith in flying, but he was good. Keith may have been the best pilot, and flew like he breathed, but Lance flew with passion, with pure heart.

Before Keith can voice Lance’s acclaim, his strengths, Lance sighs and shakes his head. He brings his hands to his knees and squeezes them under his jeans. It’s almost like a cloud washes over the living room, and it’s darker. Sadder.

“I dunno if I’m ready for anything…space-related,” Lance says. “With Allura…I dunno. I’m still…y’know?”

Yeah, Keith knows. It’s been a year and a half since the war ended, and Allura left them, left Lance, behind. He knows Lance still holds a torch for her, who doesn’t? He spends his time telling her stories to aliens and humans alike. He nods stiffly, looking down at his own beer before putting it on the coaster sitting on the long table in front of him.

“Yeah, I know.”

Lance takes a drink from his bottle, “Right.”

Right. Keith holds in a long exhale, swallowing instead and pushing himself off the sofa.

“I gotta go outside for a sec,” he says, his mind wandering and his chest constricting.

“What?” Lance sits up, sniffling. “What’s wrong? Um, do you need me to come with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Keith snaps, and he hates it. He hates that it burns off his tongue and how bitter the taste of it is. He walks towards the foyer and turns to look at Lance remorsefully. Lance looks downtrodden and confused, standing up after Keith, because he’s compassionate like that. Because he cares about him. Keith swallows and turns away, then softly says, “I just need to be alone.”

“Oh,” Lance frowns, “Okay.”

He closes the door behind him, and steps off the porch, crossing his arms and just breathes.

Deep, deep breaths, because he will not cry, he will not scream up to the clouds covering the stars he knows shine behind them. He will not break down in front of the hundreds of pink flowers covering the green in front of him, which still gleam in the dark of night.

He hates this so much.

To be with Lance is to imagine myths and legends. Like the juniberry flowers that cover his front lawn, to be in love with him is to wilt and decay eventually. Because, and Keith will attest to it, Allura will always be in his heart. Even if his feelings were to be reciprocated, if ever, he’d always be second best.

Keith never tolerated being second to anything.

He wipes his glove-covered hands down his face, trying to drag the stress with them. His chest constricts and it hurts. He never asked for this, and he remembers telling Shiro that once he figured out he’d fallen in love with Lance after too many recollections of their time together in Voltron, Lance’s support, the fucking abyss that showed the wisps of his past and future; of a scrawny boy with short brown hair standing up to Keith’s bullies, of a taller boy with looking out to the sea with a ring on his finger, slowly turning towards Keith before blinking out of existence, too scarce to tell who it was but Keith knows now it was Lance. It was always Lance.

“Ugh,” he finally voices, fingers grasping onto his leather jacket. “I’m such a dipshit.”

He knew how Lance felt about Allura. And frankly, Keith knows how Lance feels about him: a guy that runs away from his friends, his feelings. It sweats off his body, out of his pores; it’s not like he hides his traits well.

“Keith?”

Because of course he’d follow after him, even when he asked to be alone. That’s Lance, after all. He turns around as the wind whisps at his longer hair. Under the porch light, Lance’s skin twinkles like gold.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Keith chokes out. He curses at himself, emotion wrapping around his throat. He sniffs, rubbing at his nose. “Fantastic.”

Lance is silent for a moment, watching him, contemplating. He tilts his head and looks on sadly, before opening the door behind him. “Come back inside. I’ll grab your 80’s movie pack and make some hot chocolate.”

Keith crosses his arms, looking away, because he can’t look at Lance under a spotlight as if he’s some…some celestial being. His hair even falls into his eyes handsomely when he looks at him, waiting, and Keith doesn’t want to fall any farther than he already has. He needs to reverse these feelings, in anything. Slam on the control shift and buck his ship out of here.

But Lance is like the Sun, and Keith succumbs to him like gravity.

After a sigh, he walks back up to the porch, up to Lance, who closes the distance and brings Keith into a tight hug. He wraps his lengthy arms around him and pulls him in close. Keith’s eyes widen, shocked and overwhelmed with the feeling and the scent of Lance, until his nose tickles against Lance’s soft skin and suddenly he’s calm again. He breathes in deep and wraps his own arms around him, turning his face into a steady shoulder.

At least Keith has this.

#klance #fanfiction #voltron #xxmine #yo...i did it i'm that deep i finally.....did it #btw. post canon so like. lance has his marks if that bothers you!!!!! sorry #otp: we had a bonding moment

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darkherolovercroissant · 4 years

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Apricity

(n.) The warmth of the sun in winter.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Fluff and violence.

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The snow seemed brighter than usual, only due to the fact the sun had come out today. It was a great day in December, it truly was. Tony, Steve, Nat,Bruce and Pepper were all up ahead as they were picking out a tree for the compound. Peter, Shuri, Morgan and Wanda were walking around talking and Vision was talking with T’Challa and Clint.

That left the troublesome trio as Tony and Steve call it to be tied together. That trio was none other than Bucky, Sam and you. There wasn’t always problems, but when there was...it was always because of you three. However, you were more quiet than troublesome today which was throwing everyone off, including Wanda who was constantly trying to read into your mind. You just sat in the same spot feeling the sun warming you up.

You came close to having the dance with death two weeks ago and it left you visibly shaken. You would flinch at the slightest sounds and you were always second guessing things because you were just so scared that it’d be the thing that’d kill you.

Tony would never forget the day where he saw you curled up into a ball inside a room just shaking on the floor. Bucky felt horrible because he was unable to get to your location on time due to the explosion, but was constantly told it wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t even able to scoop his doll off the floor because she’d flinch as he’d bend down.

After that day, Bucky became distant and just more miserable than before. Sam changed drastically as well which was scary as hell for the team. The three main members that’d cause chaos were the quietest members. Sam stopped taunting Bucky the day he watched you go under in order to repair your nerves in your back. He just didn’t show signs of even living. He would be found just sitting in the chair by your room staring at the wall.

Sam felt like life itself wasn’t worth it when they said that you were more damaged than they thought. Watching poor Bucky cower in the chair and watching even Nat walk out with Wanda to calm down was enough for his playful side to die.

When you recovered, you’d flinch, you’d cry, you’d scream and it felt like you were going to die. Bucky wasn’t able to sleep due to the nightmares and the fact that you weren’t in bed with him. He’d watch as you were kept in a glass inspection room and watch as you’d make little snowflakes dance around the room with your powers. The day you were able to go outside, you took baby steps and remember seeing Bucky going for a walk around the compound himself. You remember your baby steps turning into faster steps and which turned to sprinting as you followed his footsteps and latched onto his back.

As Bucky saw you standing in the middle of the little tree farm, he smiled at how you stood still letting the light winds brush your hair around. You felt those gorgeous blue eyes on you and turned your head towards him. You gently stuck your hand out and smiled as he walked closer. He laced his fingers with yours and pulled you to him.

“You ok, doll face?” He whispered in your ear

“I am now. The sunlight feels so nice.” You smile

“Aww look, Frosty and Tin Man are together!” Tony said only to receive a snowball from Pepper.

“They’re a couple, Tony. What do you expect?” She scolded

The sunlight was shining over you two as Steve watched from the distance.

“You know...they make a great couple.” Nat said as she laced her fingers with Steve.

“Tell me about it. He’s finally got someone who treats him the way he wants.” Sam shrugs

“Come on, we’re heading home” Peter says as he carried a sleepy Morgan to the cars.

Bucky took a look behind him as Steve nodded towards the parking lot. Bucky picked you up and carried you towards the cars as your eyes started to close.

“Sleepy, doll?” He nuzzled his nose against yours.

“The sun made me sleepy.” You yawn as Bucky just stared at you like you were everything.

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The next day the younger avengers decided to go outside and have a snowball fight. You of course headed out too. Hours later the sun had come out once again and you all took a couple of minutes for a breather. You were completely lost in the feeling of happiness that swirls through you when the sunlight hit you, that you didn’t register that Bucky had come up behind you.

When he wrapped your arms around you, Your smile widened more and you felt like it was just you two trapped inside a snow globe as the snow flakes drifted from above. Bucky felt peaceful when he was with you while you felt safe and secure when you were with him. The two of you blended together perfectly and created an alternate universe when you were touching. From the other side of the yard, Peter and MJ were watching as Morgan rolled snowballs.

“You think they’ll ever stop zoning out?” MJ teased

“Let them zone out, they deserve this.” Shuri said

You two spun around in the sunlight for ten minutes before looking directly into those gorgeous eyes of his. Smiling up at him as he returned the same feelings. Immediately his hands were on your hips.

“Let’s go inside and take a nap.” He says as his metal hand rested on your stomach. His hand feeling the tiny kicks as the new little sunlight grew inside of your tummy. Taking your hand in his, Bucky led you towards the house as Peter, MJ and Shuri stood in shock after watching that little encounter.

“She’s pregnant?” Peter and MJ gasp

“Aww, So the white wolf doesn’t shoot blanks after all.” Shuri breaks out of her shock with a loud laugh.

The feeling of warmth from inside was nice, but not as nice as the warmth from the sun. After all, there’s just something so beautiful about sunlight shining through in the cold. As you fall asleep, the suns light sneaks through the blinds and outlines the two bodies happily snug together as the metal hand gently placed itself on top of the small baby bump.

Bucky had everything he could want now. Bucky had his own life back. He had Steve, he had great friends and had a wonderful girl in his arms almost every night and now had his own little sunlight that would shine on his darkest days.

#marvel #bucky barnes #mcu #fanfic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky fluff #bucky fic #bucky fanfic #warmth #sunlight #oneshots #imagines #fluff

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aroaceslytherin · 3 years

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You Can Run (Lyall Lupin) *Sep. 14, 2021*

Song inspiration from ‘You Can Run - Adam Jones’

From the time Lyall was born to the time he ran away, his parents never stopped talking about werewolves. They taught him how cruel and vicious they could be. Creatures with razor sharp teeth had no sense of morals or love. Lyall never loved the feelings he got when he was told to follow them to dens. He felt nauseous. He felt disgusted.

They were treading on private property, bugging living creatures that had other lives outside of werewolves. He knew they never asked for it. Some of them were born that way and that’s all they knew. Some of them didn’t even remember what it was like to be a kid before they became a wolf. It was heartbreaking.

But his family never cared. And soon they conditioned him to not care. To think horrible things about them. He started drinking and smoking to get away from it. No matter what he did he could not escape. They never listened to him. They only listened to his sister. She escaped early, he never got to.

When his parents went too far; that’s when he got his living parasite.

His name was Archer Rudolfo - twin brother of Aspen Rudolfo.

Who’s that knocking at your door?

You’ve got lots to answer for

Who’s that sleeping in your bed?

Lyall was only seventeen when the werewolf imprinted on him. Seventeen when his sister let her thoughts control her. Seventeen when his life ended.

He had never been the same since that night. Neither of them were. They were more wary of everything. Lyall began working at the Ministry with Georgia to bring in more income as they were losing money and becoming poor. They both knew they had to leave the mansion someday as they were not going to be able to keep it.

Though they inherited and became the sole bearers of their parents money, the house was much too big for the two of them. Plus they were losing money and becoming poor from all the doctor's visits and trials to keep Georgia out of Azkaban. Their childhood home also held darkness they had never seen… darkness they had never wanted. It was getting too heavy to live there any longer.

Cross your heart and hope to die

Swear that you won’t tell no lie

Cross your heart and hope to die

Lyall woke in fear every night from nightmares. Some nights, he didn’t sleep at all. He would wake up, go downstairs, and watch a movie with hot chocolate and his sister. She had not been able to sleep well since the night she murdered their parents either.

They might have been free, but it haunted her daily like the wolf at his window every Full Moon. She had a different set of razor sharp teeth sinking into her soul, dragging her down to a fiery inferno. They both began to drink and smoke heavier since that night.

Lyall wanted to quit, though he knew one day he would start again. He was conflicted. In one way it helped but in another he knew it might start hurting him. Just because they found ways to expel magic differently than those who paid for their lives during the Salem witch trials, they were still human.

Lyall never stopped, knowing his family did not have complications with drugs. He would stop when and if he had kids. Though the wolf had also ruined that dream for him.

Every time you fall asleep

Pray the Lord your soul to keep

You got problems now, my friend

Through the years they had spent in hotel rooms, Lyall was still uneasy. He checked the closets and under their beds, behind shower curtains, on balconies, and around every corner at night.

They stopped going out at night, especially on Full Moons. They gave themselves a curfew and when the sun started setting, they went back to whatever hotel was home that month. They stopped trusting people and questioned everything.

Lyall’s overthinking got worse. Georgia’s anxiety increased. Once they began to have more pills prescribed to them, they stopped going to the doctor’s. They both knew what was happening to them. They didn’t want to hear it.

They kept moving. A new town, new hotel, and new people every year.

You can run

I don’t mind

Yet Archer still found him. He would follow them around, hidden under hoods. He would wait under porches, windows, and trucks for he knew one day Lyall would have to leave at night. That one night, he would pounce. He would get him.

He smiled a crooked smile everytime Lyall looked behind him, fear in his eyes.

Lyall could not remember the last time he looked at himself in the mirror and saw true happiness. His eyes just kept getting darker. The light keeps dimming. Yet he kept holding on for something. He felt like someone was reaching out for him, waiting to be rescued.

Archer loved the thrill of the chase. Lyall was a coward. This man had no happiness in him, which is exactly why he couldn’t save his boyfriend.

He wasn’t able to conjure a patronus. He had none and he would never have one.

Lyall was too far gone. No one could save him now.

Archer would have him soon.

Truth gonna come out, someday

It’s gonna wipe that smile right off your face

But you can run

You can run

Archer laughed when he found out Lyall had found a pretty girl one day. “Yeah, I’m gonna ruin that, boy. You can’t run anymore. Everyday I get closer and closer. Now that young girl is in danger.”

He watched Lyall smile a genuine smile at the young brown haired girl. Archer growled. “You don’t deserve happiness. She will find out someday. The day I get your son.”

You saw things that shook your core

Things you’ve never seen before

Could’ve walked away instead

Archer continued to stalk Lyall. Lyall was so distracted by this girl named Hope that he stopped watching his back, stopped protecting himself, stopped putting up wards. At some point, Archer realized Lyall had not carried a wand on him some nights.

“Foolish man.” Archer licked his lips. “She’s going to get you killed.”

Lyall walked with his hands in his pockets, laughing with Hope. She began to talk to him about the stories she had from the orphanage. Underneath the butterflies he still felt for her after two years, he could feel his stomach twisting in knots. He knew he should be more cautious than he had been, but Hope was distracting. He knew he needed to work on protecting them, but the Ministry also had him busy.

“Lyall?” Hope asked softly.

Lyall shook his head, coming back to reality. “Yeah?”

“You are spacing out.”

“Oh, sorry.” Lyall rubbed his neck, glancing around the park. He squinted at a tree, thinking he had seen something.

“Lyall?” Hope asked again, resting a hand on his cheek. “You alright? You are getting clammy. We should get inside.” She grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the motel parking lot where he was staying. “Come on. What’s wrong?”

“Something is out here.”

“What?”

“I don’t know.”

Archer stood behind the tree, watching them enter the motel room. “Quit lying, boy.” He stalked toward the room they entered and squeezed himself behind the ice box to watch the door. Eventually he would give up and leave to go find some food.

Now you got no one you can trust

Thinking you sold your soul unjust

Point your finger and deny

Hope awoke one night, startled. Lyall was up already, reading a book on the couch by lamplight. She rolled onto her side, pulling the chain to the lamp near her.

“Lyall, are you not telling me something?”

“Like what?”

She turned her head, looking at the carpet as her curls fell into her face, acting as a curtain. “The wolves are chasing you in the pale moonlight. We hadn’t talked about having kids, but our son, our first-born, our only, is going to be in danger. I grabbed him and ran.”

Lyall set the book on the coffee table and stood, heading over to Hope where he sat on the end of the bed and rested a hand on her ankles. Hope looked at him, pushing her hair behind her back. “I’m sorry, Hope.”

“I love you, annwyl. We can do this, just stop forgetting your wand.” Hope pulled her legs from Lyall before shifting positions and crawling toward him. She kissed him softly. “Please protect us as much as you can.”

“I promise.” He kissed her back. “I love you.”

You can run

I don’t mind

Truth gonna come out, someday

It’s gonna wipe that smile right off your face

But you can run

You can run

Lyall and Georgia laughed loudly as the three of them played a board game with Hope. It had been a year and they had not felt uneasy for a while. Lyall felt like they needed to take precautions still, so they did.

Hope got up as their son began to cry. Lyall grabbed his wand and followed her. They had a routine now; Lyall would follow and protect, checking under their baby’s crib, in their closet, in the bathroom, the laundry room, and their bed. They left shower curtains and doors open when not in use, made sure every window was locked, warded, and closed.

Lyall swept the house every night, every morning, and after every nap their baby took. He followed Hope when he could and Georgia took over when he wasn’t home. Georgia stopped working at the Ministry to help watch over the small family. She reported any fur, paw tracks, or unusual men hiding in hoods and then they would move.

She watched the time and owled if they were out too late. She guarded her brother’s room when they were asleep until she went to bed for the night.

Lyall and Hope shared a room with their baby until he was old enough to sleep alone just so they could watch him and listen for any unusual sounds.

Hope and Georgia both knew how Lyall felt about this, he had hoped the wolf would be gone by now so they would be a normal family. He felt guilty, trapped, and a prisoner of life. But he had found happiness and he was not going to end it.

He would guard them and protect them with his life.

You can run

I don’t mind

Truth gonna come out, someday

It’s gonna wipe that smile right off your face

But you can run

You can run

#lyall lupin #alternate universe #hogwarts #hope howell #original character #fanfic #Spotify

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karmincrstalia · 3 years

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A loud knocking sound echoed through the house and up to the second floor where a woman was reading a book upon hearing the sound she closed her book, slid off the bed, walked out of her room, walked down the spiral stairs, and down into the living room, to the foyer, where she opened the door to be met with the sight of a tall two colored enderman and a goat holding a piglin child

"Hello you two!" The woman mood brightened instantly "Tubbo!" She cheered patting the males fluffy hair "Ranboo" She incased the enderman in a hug so tight his back popped letting him go she stood back hands on her hips "What brings you to my humble home? Can it be to do with this absolute cutie" She bent down and squeezed the Piglin childs cheeks making them laugh

"It does actually, you see Technos Coming to Snowchester Today and we need you to babysit me and Tubbo adopted son-" "Michael! He uses he/him pronouns, he loves cookies, he can’t speak English, and we barley let him leave the house!" Tubbo handed Micheal to Ralts, her taking Micheal with gentle hands "all his toys and Nessescities are in this bag! Oh and he has to be in bed by ten Pm"Tubbo handed a brown satchel to the woman "I’m really sorry for rushing Ralts but we need to hurry, Ranboo!" "Yes honeybee...?" "It’s seven am Techno arrives at eight am" "Oh shoot! Sorry Ralts we gotta go!" They gave Micheal a kiss on the forehead each and gave Ralts a hug before running off, Ranboo yelling back a "Thank you!!"

Ralts looked at the piglin child with a soft smile on her face "It’s been a while since I’ve taken care of a child like this" Michael reached up and put his hands where her eyes where supposed to be if her hair wasn’t blocking it, his fingers went down to her cheeks where he squished them like she did to him earlier, she brought her hand up and felt his tiny fingers

'Anyone that hurts you will suffer the consequence of my wrath'

She walked inside and closed the door behind her, making her way to the living room where she took a seat on the leather couch "Wadda ya wanna do kid?" She asked him but only received a grunt "...Forgot you can’t speak English..how about we get you another outfit seeing as how that ones just rags" She sat Micheal down on the couch "Stay right there, infact..." She dug through the brown satchel pulling out a moobloom plush and a glow squid plush "Play with those, I’ll be right back" She handed the plushies to Micheal who found himself playing with them almost immediately, Running back up stairs she pulled down the attic ladder where she found a old chest full of children’s clothing

She hauled the chest back down the attic steps, closing the attic up behind her then headed down to the living room "Got it~" She sat on the floor and began to pull out some of the clothes "mmh this should do"A couple minutes later Micheal was fully dressed in a pink and white striped shirt, a pair of overalls, white socks, and pink sneakers that reached his knees he seemed very happy with the outfit he was givin "Lookin good kid but let’s add one finishing touch" she reached down into the chest and pulled out a small box inside was golden amulet with a shiny pink quartz that was shaped like a heart, Ralts slid the necklace around his head and laughed as Micheal went crazy over the gold

"Well now that that’s done, how we make some cookies?" The piglin made happy noises as Ralts picked him up "To the kitchen!" She cheered running into the kitchen

Michael and Ralts had finished the cookies and now sat under the big oak tree outside on a classic red and white picnic blanket muching down on the soft cookies Micheal with a small glass of milk dipped his in the milk before eating it while Ralts just ate the cookies by themselves, Ralts had also brought out a jukebox and played 11 the tune making the peaceful evening all the better, Ralts checked the time. "Oh it’s Eight pm, two hours till bed Micheal" The piglin let out a sad grunt as he crossed his arms and shook his head, Ralts laughing at his antics "Well how about after we’re done eating cookies we’ll go for a swim in a river near here for 30 minutes, then we can head back home and start getting ready for bed?" Ralts took a bite of another cookie as Micheal made happy noises clapping his hands together "Alright let’s finish up then" Micheal went back to eating his cookies and so did Ralts

"Here we are Micheal!" The two arrived at a small shallow river the water was almost crystal clear, Ralts instead of her usual outfit wore a dark blue high neck halter top with a matching color boy short bottom, Micheal wore a pastel yellow open jacket with a pair of pastel pink swim trunks "Hold up a second Micheal!" She yelled to Michael who was running to the water jogging over Ralts pulled out a potion and began to rub it into Michaels more flesh like parts "I know the sun won’t do anything, but the water will dry out your skin since your from the nether" She rubbed the potion on his face "This potion was made to Mimic the properties of swim in the nether" Ralts closed the bottle up as Michael climbed into the water, Ralts climbed into the water her feet touching the bottom of the slightly deeper end "C’mon Micheal, how about some swimming lessons?!" The piglin clapped his hands together "Alright your gonna wanna kick your legs, Alright! Now moves your arms like this" She demonstrated for Micheal the piglin copying her actions as he swam towards her once he reached the woman she picked him "Nice job Mikey!" She held her hand up and gave Michael a high five as he cheered by making very happy piglin noises

Later on Ralts wrapped Michael in a towel before drying herself off draping her own towel across her shoulders, picked up the now tired Michael and put him on her hip and then carried the bag in her other hand, lastly she slipped on her sandals, then made her way back down the trail as Michael leg out a yawn

She gave Michael a bath and made sure to moisturize his skin, She changed his outfit to a pair of pastel yellow pajamas and gave him his plushies, picking him up she brought him upstairs where she opened up a guest room that seemed oddly like a children’s bedroom, she tucked him into the red sheeted bed, when he made a motion towards a bookshelf

"A story? Well then.." She stood up from her crouching position and began to scan the book shelf "How about, The moon Princess?" Michael clapped his hand together "I’ll take that as a yes" Ralts walked back and took a seat on the side of the bed

"There was once a Princess her skin pale as the moon, her eyes a pale silver, her sister was quite the opposite form her sisters skin was tan, and her sisters eyes were a bright gold." Michael Seemed happy about gold being mentioned

"People alway preferred her sister over the moon Princess, so she hatched a plan, she would make a potion that would trap her sister in a deep slumber for the rest of enternity" Michael gasped as Ralts chuckled

"But one day as she working on her evil plan a young maiden from the village had stumbled into the moon Princesses hideout" Michael rubbed his eyes trying to stay awake for the story

"The moon Princess tried to chase the young Maiden away but it did not work, instead the young maiden stayed by her side and would visit the Princess every day" Ralts looked over to find Michael getting sleepier by the second "But one day a drop of the Moon Princesses potion was spilt causing her to slip into a deep slumber, only to be awoken by true loves kiss." Michael rubbed his eyes again as he let out a tired grunt

"Later when the young maiden arrived she found the princess unconscious, and without thinking twice planted a soft kiss on her hand Suddenly the Princesses eyes opened as she awoke from her slumber" Michael let out a soft cheer as Ralts adjusted the blankets on the bed

"The Princess then decided she did not need other’s attention, only the love of her lover so she married the maiden and lived a happy life never once jealous of her sister again. The end" She closed the book gently and walked over to the bookshelf with soft footsteps where she put the book in its place looking back she found Michael fast asleep She walked back to the door and closed it whispering "Goodnight Michael" Before she headed to her room where she changed into a pair of pastel blue pajamas and slipped into bed

(Head Cannons)

Michael likes helping Ralts bake

Ralts is Michaels godmother

If anyone touches Micheal it’s gonna be a massacre

Bad once tried to hurt Michael under the eggs control, he got his ass handed to him by Ralts

Ralts likes to make plushies, blankets, clothes and scarfs for Micheal she especially likes to give him small little trinkets

Michael thinks Tommy’s hair is gold and will braid it when Tommy come over when Ralts gets asked to babysit

This will not be the last time Ralts gets asked to babysit

Techno might catch Ralts' hands

Michael likes to sit under the big oak tree in Ralts' yard and listen to music or have Ralts read him a story

Ralts always thought it was funny they couldn’t understand piglins but piglins can understand them

Michael likes to play with Ceberus and will occasionally take naps on the large wolf

Does Ralts have like Seven pictures of Michael on the wall in her foyer? Yes, is she taking them down under any circumstances? No.

#mcyters #mcytumblr #tommy mcyt #techno mcyt #mcyt michael #mcyt tubbo #mcyt fandom #mcyt oc #mcyt #Michaels new god mother #Whoever touches this child will die

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doodle-zombie · 3 years

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Lamia Bonding #14: Beach Day

Warning: If you're at all squicked by self-hate due to body perception, please keep that in mind before you read this.

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Packing the boys up and taking them to the beach was... an idea that Valerie sort of regretted. The weather had gotten a lot nicer in the last few days and she loved swimming and the beach was one of those things that everyone could enjoy. She refused to take any of her boys to a crowded pool, not willing to see what chlorine would do to Sangria's beautiful scales. If it was anything close to what happened to her skin... yeah, she wasn't risking it.

It was fortunate that she had taken possible beach days into account when getting clothes for her boys and she had several sleeveless tops that would keep them decent enough not to attract weirdos. The unfortunate part was...

Swimsuits.

Valerie hadn't worn a legitimate swimsuit since the one time she'd wore a bikini, back when she was 12, and the experience had been so unpleasant it still made her feel sick. Since then she had strictly worn shorts and a tank top whenever she was swimming around other people and she tended to have massive freakouts the day before. When it came to what she looked like with less covering her Valerie was often shoved into a deep pit of sadness. None of her boys had seen her with less than a long sleeve shirt and pants on, feet completely covered as well.

Sadly, she couldn't hide behind so much coverage when it got hot enough to make her sweat. And with the boys being in her life she couldn't just hide when she wore fewer clothes.

All of the boys had slept with her, even Sangria had somehow got tired enough to actually sleep, and she woke up so hot that she'd wanted to melt. And of course, she had worn her usual fuzzy pajama pants and long sleeve shirt to sleep so she was an absolute furnace that the boys loved cuddling with. A miserable furnace. She was sure that a tail had even slipped into the leg of her pants sometime in the night.

The increase in temperature was not a very welcome change for Valerie but she peeled herself out of bed and went to check the weather report. It would be warm enough that people would be congregating at the beach, since the weather had been fluctuating so much lately, and she could admit to being somewhat excited to get to the water herself. Sure, she generally had to shave before she went or she would never be able to convince herself to leave the house but it would be worth it. Her boys would love to sunbathe in hot sand, she was sure of it!

Unfortunately, Valerie was ruthlessly reminded that none of them had seen her uncovered before. As soon as she took off her shirt and laid eyes on the old scars... she felt immediately disgusted. It was just a flash and then it was shoved aside for indifference instead but she still stared at the scars on her left arm for much too long. They didn't stop there, either. Littering any easily covered area from her chest down to her upper thighs. She had allowed herself to forget they were even there.

Out of sight, out of mind.

She wasn't ashamed of the scars, per se, but they generally got her a lot of negative attention. Add on to that, Valerie was incredibly pale and the number of comments that got her was something else entirely. When she had hair to cover the scars she could forget they were there but she feared the fight it would cause if she didn't go smooth more than people seeing her scars. Better for people to assume she'd survived an attack of some sort than to think she was a radical feminist hell-bent on taking down the patriarchy.

Marmalade was drawn in by her negativity just as she was finally putting clothes on, shorts, and a tank top as she usually wore when the weather was warm. Not only would it be the first time he saw her scars but it would be his first glimpse of the tattoos as well. The green eyes of the wolf on her left side were what greeted him while she carefully put her hair up into a ponytail. Valerie tried to summon a believable smile for her Chain but she could tell if fell flat by his open skepticism. Of all her boys, he knew her the best.

"We're going to the beach," she announced, hands on her hips to avoid rubbing at her arms. "Can you make sure everyone gets ready while I prepare the snacks?"

"'k."

Well, that was the least amount of fuss she had ever gotten about anything. Marmalade wasn't big on fussing with her but he was usually capable of a bit of funny, fake tantrum-throwing to make her smile. She was still anticipating a tantrum but likely from Currant because the chances of someone making a comment on her boys were high. People wouldn't understand how she kept a Coral and a Mamba together, or why she had them in such large sizes when the bitty versions were "sooo much better don't you know?"

Ugh, she was already disgusted.

Nothing that she came up with prepared her for what actually happened.

Arriving at the beach was the easy part, her van fit all the boys with moderate comfort and they could assist her when it came down to moving things around. Lapis was already napping, sprawled across her shoulders and snoring away. Currant wouldn't help, still incredibly wary and insistent on clinging to her side. Marmalade and Sangria were already off, the Mamba declaring he would find the perfect spot for them to bask and his clutch brother rolling the small lights in his sockets. Other people gave Sangria a wide berth, unwilling to be on the receiving end of his venomous ire by accidentally touching him when they weren't allowed to.

Valerie followed with a little laugh, holding Currant's hand so she could still walk but they wouldn't get separated. His reaction to the sand was a little shiver of bliss, the grains perfectly warm against the dense magical scales of his tail. She was surprised to find that, though her boys weren't the only lamia around, she had the only full-size lamia on the whole beach. There were a few people who had the distinct forms of Chain lamia, one or two had Corny lamia bitties, but nobody had a Mamba or Coral. In fact, the most common type she saw was the Papython and she even saw more Kings!

The only lamia types she didn't see at all were Mamba, Coral, Pygmy, and Honey Bo. And that made her really sad, a Pygmy would love to be taken to the beach! She had almost assumed there were no Kraits but a squint towards the water revealed their characteristic pattern bobbing amongst the waves. Valerie even saw some bitty types she'd never seen before, including a few skeletons with wings flittering about and though they were adorable she worried they'd be picked off by predatory birds and the seagulls!

She spent so long admiring the other bitty around her that Valerie had effectively been ignoring the comments being passed around about her. It wasn't anything new and having her focus on it once again meant that Val just clenched her teeth behind her smile and kept walking.

"...legs are so pale!"

"...see all those scars? What a freak."

"Does she think she's cute?"

Her hand tightened around Currant's phalanges, drawing his crimson eye lights up to her face. Val was trying her hardest not to think about how much she once firmly believed what these people were saying about her. She wasn't some skinny girl who could pull off a swimsuit and feel confident that everyone thought she was cute. Ah, she remembered why she never got a roommate and why she preferred to live so far from other people.

Why her only friends were monsters she adopted to care for.

"HOW DARE YOU SSSSSAY SSSSUCH LIESSSS ABOUT MY HUMAN!"

The booming, enraged voice of Sangria sharply cut through her mental anguish. While she was stuck in her own head they had managed to reach Sangria and Marmalade, both of which were incredibly irritated by the comments they'd heard directed at her. Sangria was puffed up angrily, so far off the ground and emitting a deep hiss that he looked much larger than she knew he was. Marmalade's tail was buzzing, something Valerie had never seen him do before, and the menacing glare on his face showed he would tolerate no disrespect towards his bonded. People that had been close seemed much more interested in putting distance between themselves and her boys.

Currant quickly joined in on their posturing, less withdrawn once he was around the others, and added in a lot of very.... colorful insults. Even Lapis, her lazy boy, was tensed around her neck and glaring darkly from beneath one of her plugs.

"Well," she drawled, amused at how quickly their section of the beach had been vacated. "That's one way to guarantee we have enough space to bask."

"not funny," Currant and Marmalade hissed together, twin stares daring her to pretend she was OK.

Ever the large personality, Sangria wasted no time in taking her mind off the insults to her person.

"Put your human sun lotion on," he commanded, hands upon his hips. She had to squint to look at his tail, which was just beautiful under the sun. "The last thing we need is you getting burned."

"I love you guys," she breathed, absolutely delighted by the colorful range of blushing skulls.

#zombie writes #sangria #marmalade #lapis #currant #self insert #tw: body negativity

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morganaseren · 4 years

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Human/Goddess AU

I swear, I’ll think of a better title later, but guess who thought of a new AU about Leliana and her female Cousland?! I ended up writing like 24 pages this time around because I have absolutely no self-control over my creativity anymore. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Things to know:

The premise was originally based off this short comic.

No Darkspawn or Blight threat.

Maker and Chantry don’t exist due to polytheistic God/Goddess system (with some inspiration taken from both Greek and Irish mythology). It’s broken down further into a multi-tiered structure of major and minor deities—a ranking determined by power essentially—but all the human and elf deities tend to get along fairly well with one another. Dwarves don’t have deities as they still worship The Stone, which they don’t consider a god, and Qunari don’t have them either since the Qun is more of a philosophy than a religion that follows any god.

The Evanuris don’t exist as we know of them canonically in-game, so Egghead never tore the Veil apart, and none of the Exalted Marches ever happened. Elves are still long-lived and have complete access to the Dales, which is essentially their kingdom of sorts.

No huge racial divides exist, but the dwarves (outside of surface dwarves) and qunari (outside of Tal-Vashoth and Vashoth) still tend to be rather reclusive.

Class stratification, however, still exists between the rich and the poor of Thedas.

Gods play a fairly active role on Thedas for those pious enough to worship them, but their work—stemming anywhere from simply helping crops to grow or even helping to turn the tides of a war—is often unseen. Very few among the faithful rarely ever get to see a deity in person.

Relationships with mortals and gods do occur—and children are born through such unions—but it isn’t considered official unless a courtship ritual is completed, where the mortal partner would be granted the same divine protection of the god and allowed access into the immortal world. That becomes relevant much later in the story.

In this AU, Leliana’s human (she’s 15 when she first meets Niamh, but nothing intimate between them happens until she’s well above age) while Niamh’s a goddess.

Like all my other AUs, this isn’t finished yet. There is a small intimate scene way down beneath the cut, but it’s nothing explicit. Still, if you’re interested so far, check out the additional content below!

Leliana had always been blessed, others had said, but it was not by simple chance.

She was born to a widowed mother—Oisine—who worked to provide for her child’s happiness so that she might one day have a better life than her. For such love and care, however, Leliana wanted to be able to return it one day. Perhaps beyond their quaint cottage by the sea, she could someday buy her mother the riches and luxury she so clearly deserved.

It was also—were she to admit it to herself—a wish of her own desires, for she had always yearned for more than just a simple life.

One day, Leliana wandered into the nearby forest out of simple boredom. She had played amongst its trees for as long as she could remember, and she knew the winding paths of it like the back of her hand. By chance, however, she came across a pair of black-furred wolves who stood upon a trail she had never seen before. The animals didn’t seem at all skittish, and as they turned to travel further into the woods, they looked over as if to beckon her into following. Leliana did, and she eventually found herself before an old, cliffside altar overlooking the sea.

It was remarkably humble in its appearance, Leliana admitted. Strangely enough, she felt more of a… presence to it than any of the ostentatious buildings of worship she had seen in the nearby city. The altar before her barely stood at chest-level, and beneath the light of the full moon, she realized the stone of its structure had been worn smooth by time and the elements.

She frowned when she saw the multitude of dead leaves and dirt gathered around the altar, however, and she wondered when the caretaker of such a monument had last seen to it. Leliana looked over at her two wayward companions, but one was already lazing about on its back in a nap while the other simply sat on its rump, revealing a maw full of pearl-white fangs as it yawned at her in boredom.

“Well, you two will clearly be of no help,” she murmured to herself before proceeding to clean up the various bits of debris around the altar. She began scrubbing at the top slab with a cloth to clean the dirt stain upon it, but she heard something akin to the sound of wind shifting followed by a person’s shadow falling across the stone surface.

Leliana looked up abruptly to see a dark-haired woman standing opposite of her and stumbled back in shock, especially given the path beyond the altar led to nothing but a sheer drop into the sea. There was no possible way someone else could have walked past her without her notice, so how had she gotten there?

Nothing in the woman’s posture indicated she meant her any harm. If anything, she seemed largely curious as she gazed upon the now clean altar while slowly walking around it to meet her.

Leliana saw that she wore an impressive silvery-white pelt over the shoulders of her cloak—a shade so dark that she couldn’t see any of the individual folds in the fabric. It seemed to simply absorb any light that dared shed itself upon it. To her continued amazement, the woman’s eyes were also gently aglow, and for a moment, she wondered if she had trespassed upon a ghostly specter with that pale grey gaze quietly regarding her.

For even with all the tales she’s heard and even told herself, the utter truth of the matter seemed far too outlandish even to her.

“It’s been quite some time since someone last visited my altar.”

The accent was one that Leliana couldn’t readily place. It certainly wasn’t Orlesian, Neverran, or Antivan. The woman’s tongue didn’t linger on the vowels and consonants in quite the same way, but the intonation wasn’t quite Free Marcher in origin either. Still, there was a calm, soft-spoken nature to it—calling forth the mental image of a downy feather drifting along the sea breeze—that she found soothing.

“This altar…” Leliana swallowed hard to gather the courage to speak her thoughts. “It is yours then? I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude—”

But the woman gently waved off her apology.

“Had my familiars found you unworthy, you would not have been able to find the path here at all.”

At the title, both wolves behind Leliana immediately jumped up at the woman—no, the goddess—and proceeded to nuzzle at her face. They whined insistently for her attention, which only caused her to laugh. On their hind legs, the beasts simply towered over her apparently immortal guest, but she held their combined weight easily against her as she ran her hands through thick fur.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what to call you. I didn’t see a name upon the altar when I was cleaning it,” Leliana admitted.

“Hm?” Luminous silver eyes returned to her before glancing briefly at the stone monument. “Ah. Time tends to pass rather differently in your world. As such, I shouldn’t be surprised to see the text long eroded. If it pleases you to call me something, however, then you may call me Niamh.”

Leliana’s brows furrowed as she tried to place the name from the multitude of deities she had learned about over the years. “You’re the goddess of storms and the night sky, yes?”

Niamh seemed pleased at her knowledge, emphasized by the smile she gifted her. “Indeed I am. In any case, as you were kind enough to clean my altar, you are welcome to ask a favor of me.”

“Can it be anything?”

The goddess’ smile turned a tad more enigmatic then. “So long as the request is of equal value, then yes.”

‘Equal value?’ Ah.

Her mother had once told her to be wary of asking gods for favors, as they would always ask for something in return. It was their Law of Equivalent Exchange. If one didn’t word their wish carefully, a person could end up losing more than they gained, especially if the deity in question felt a mortal’s request wasn’t worth what was offered.

Leliana bit her lip. It would have been far too easy to ask for the riches to bestow upon her mother, but she couldn’t deny that she was curious about the woman before her. She’d likely never get a chance like this again, so she asked for something more manageable. Something that wouldn’t leave her with regret.

“Then, can I ask about you? About where you come from, and what all your powers are?” she asked, excitement soon superseding any apprehension she might have felt. “Are you the only goddess in the area right now, o-or are there more like you?” When those glowing, wintry-grey eyes simply blinked at her, she couldn’t help but blush, wondering if perhaps her usual curiosity and enthusiasm was too much for such an ageless being.

A dark head canted itself. “Just so I’m not mistaken, you desire nothing material for the task of cleaning my altar? You merely wish for my company so that you might ask your questions?” When Leliana nodded earnestly in response, Niamh released a small huff of laughter. “Well, this is certainly a first for me. As you wish then.” She briefly looked over her own shoulder, focusing on a point beyond the horizon, where it seemed impossible to determine where the night sky ended and the starlit sea began. “You have until the sun rises to sate your curiosity. Mind you, I might not be able to answer every question you have.”

Leliana nodded, understanding there might be secrets that needed to be kept.

Niamh then gently pushed one of her familiars away from her. The wolf—a male from what she could readily determine—had been resting his front paws on her shoulder to better lave his tongue over the woman’s cheek in continual affection. At being deterred, however, he uttered a low huff of disapproval before grumpily brushing his side against Niamh’s leg. He circled once around her form after she gave him a few solid pats before he slowly trotted back to Leliana’s side.

At such a close distance, she was better able to tell the difference between him and his female counterpart. While they both predominantly had black fur all over their bodies, the underside of his chin held silver coloring that trailed down to his chest whereas the other wolf’s grey patterning extended from chest to belly. Both seemed remarkably intelligent as they regarded her with aurulent eyes.

Niamh motioned for her to sit, and she did so without question. Leliana gasped softly when the wolf near her immediately laid himself down so that he could curl himself around her body, likely as a way to keep her warm from the cold sea breeze. His counterpart did the same for Niamh, who then began answering a few of the questions she asked earlier.

Apparently, some of the tales Leliana had been told as a child were true.

Niamh was one of three children sired by a mortal warrior that her mother Eleanor—one of the most renowned sea goddesses—had fallen in love with. Her brother Fergus was the eldest and was a god of protection, and her older sister Saoirse was a goddess of victory. Niamh then went on to explain it was entirely possible for there to be multiple deities with the same responsibilities in a given area.

“Even for us, it is impossible to be in two places at once,” she further explained with laughter in her voice—the sound of it as ethereal as moonlight shimmering across the sea. “If one mortal has need of us somewhere, then it’s simply more efficient for there to have other colleagues of similar gifts nearby on the off chance a similar request is made.”

“And there’s never been an issue with sharing an area like that?”

“It happens on occasion. A stronger god might be able to force others out to establish a claim over territory, but it’s generally considered… uncouth to do so, especially if it was done without provocation.”

Leliana frowned. “Then why risk doing so?”

“To gain more worshippers essentially. I’m sure you’ve realized that it’s rare for any one of us to be seen these days, yes? Our ability to linger within this world stagnates the longer we go without worship. If there is no one to remember or believe in us, then we lack… presence here for lack of a better word. Eventually, it means the end of our time here on your world. Some of us might choose to stay here for whatever time we are allotted and simply fade into the ether, or we return home from whence we came.”

“Does this have to do with your Law of Equivalent Exchange?”

Niamh tipped her head, impressed. “You’re well-learned. Yes. As powerful as we are, for us to be here, we need you just as much as the opposite might be true.”

Leliana hummed thoughtfully. “There are still people who pray to gods of the sea and sky for a safe voyage through turbulent seas. I can’t imagine you’d be in danger of being forgotten anytime soon.”

“For the time being. That might fade eventually. While the requests I receive aren’t fleeting, they are made with hollowed hearts. The sailors I help guide may yet one day feel they have no need of me—that my name is merely superstition.”

“Surely not!” She felt indignation rise within her on the woman’s behalf, but Niamh merely chuckled.

“Your world changes at so rapid a pace that it even takes us by surprise.”

“Does it? Is it so different on yours?”

“It… is something I cannot reveal to you unfortunately.”

Leliana had expected as much, but she found another subject to latch on to easily enough. “Well, you also mentioned there were stronger gods before, yes? Is that a common matter?”

“Not entirely. We have a tiered system to judge our respective power, and it’s largely determined by how much we can affect the world around us. Imagine Thedas as a leaf resting atop a pond, and then consider the water’s surface area to be the power of a Sixth Tier god. By that same principle, a Fifth Tier god would be synonymous to a lake while a Fourth Tier would be more akin to a sea, and a Third Tier would be an entire ocean.”

“Then the first two tiers…?”

Niamh briefly pressed a tongue against her cheek in thought. “Hm. It gets a tad more complicated after that. Essentially, a Second Tier would be any combination of seas and oceans, but a First Tier would encompass every body of water mentioned. Again, this is all an extremely simplified explanation of our system.”

“And which tier are you then?”

Surprisingly, the goddess seemed reluctant to state her rank. “Let’s just say I… can’t readily determine the difference in power between a Fourth, Fifth, or Sixth Tier deity.”

Leliana’s eyes widened. “Truly?”

Niamh shrugged with a sheepish smile. “Yes. The power discrepancy between them all is too subtle for me to notice.”

Leliana was stunned at such a revelation, for save for the glowing eyes and a presence that exuded gentle, soothing power, Niamh seemed like any other woman. She was calm, self-assured, and—she waited until Niamh turned her attention down to her wolf companion and began petting it before finishing her thought—wonderfully attractive.

But Leliana chided herself for admitting the latter fact.

What goddess would be interested in a mere slip of a girl after all? Leliana had only lived a fraction of Niamh’s entire life. Surely someone of Niamh’s status would have her pick of any suitor—mortal or otherwise—over such a long lifespan. She was thankful Niamh was kind enough to indulge her with her questions, and she did have many of them.

As expected of her title, Leliana got to experience how the goddess could manage to change the weather around them to her whims. With a simple wave of a hand, Niamh effortlessly wreathed them all in warmth when a stronger gust of wind blew in from the sea, never once pausing in her explanation regarding her other abilities. She could switch between them with nary a thought, allowing ice to gather at her fingertips like icy talons before a simple flex caused them to shatter, allowing lightning to dance between them instead—a living cat’s cradle.

“They also call you the goddess of the night sky, don’t they? Are you only capable of appearing during the evening then?”

“It’s more personal preference. I like the quiet the night affords me; there is a different beauty to be found under the cover of it. When mortals originally saw me in the past, it was always in the evenings, so I suppose the assumption remained, but nothing prevents me from appearing during the day should I wish it. Ah.” Niamh turned to look back out to the sea. “And it appears our exchange has run its course.”

Leliana turned her attention to the horizon as well, and was surprised to see daybreak just barely beginning to crest it. She had been enjoying Niamh’s attention so much that she hadn’t realized so much time had passed.

“I’ll have Eimear—” The female wolf rose to her feet just as Niamh did. “—and Cillian escort you home, young one.” (Note: Eimear is pronounced “ee-mur” and Cillian is pronounced “kill-ee-an”)

“Leliana.”

“Hm?”

“My name.” She smiled as she pulled her shawl closer around her shoulders. “It’s Leliana.”

“Ah.” Niamh nodded in acknowledgement. “Take care then, Leliana. I don’t think I’ve ever had a conversation this long with a mortal. It was a new but enjoyable experience.” From her smile, Leliana could see that she was sincere in her words, and she felt wonderfully dazed at the fact.

“Likewise, my lady.” She had the sense to curtsy gracefully before the goddess. “Will… Will I be able to find you here again?”

Niamh blinked. “Perhaps,” she replied, raising a brow at her curiously. “You would have to give something in return again however.”

“Would you be opposed to exchanging stories then?”

“Stories?”

“Yes, you mentioned how much Thedas changes each time you return. I could tell you stories of things that might have occurred while you’ve been away, and perhaps you might tell me stories of your own—the ones that might have been lost through the ages.”

Her request seemed to interest Niamh, for her lips turned up into a smile. “A sensible exchange. Very well. Should you wish to see me again, travel upon the path to this altar and press your hand atop its stone. I will know to meet you here.”

And once a week, Leliana returns to the cliff and that altar—always escorted by the guardian wolf pair—to meet the goddess who has very much become her friend.

As promised, they exchange stories and even songs—much to Leliana’s endless delight—but sometimes their evenings together are simply spent having meals together.

Niamh had confessed that foods of the mortal world provided no real sustenance for her, but she could still taste them all the same. As such, Leliana makes it a point to find new things for her to try, and she discovers the woman liked sweets the best. She can always tell by the way those luminous eyes widen by the barest fraction each time she samples something of interest.

The exchanges rarely last as long as that first night they met, but Leliana doesn’t mind. She enjoys Niamh’s company, and—from those little smiles that always send her heart aflutter—she thinks the reverse might also be true.

A year later, Leliana turned 16, and she went to Niamh one night in excitement. Her mother’s employer was taking them to Val Royeaux for a soiree!

“Can you believe it? Oh, it will be my first one ever!” Utterly filled with glee, she did a little twirl in place, and Niamh was the epitome of patience as Leliana explained how fortuitous an opportunity this was. “Val Royeaux is the crown jewel of Orlais, and there will no doubt be so many people there! Mother says there are always patrons milling about, looking for new talent. Perhaps I might be lucky enough to meet one, and I’d be able to sing for them and tell them tales, but…Oh. ” Her excitement then dimmed somewhat as her voice trailed off, something that Niamh noticed immediately.

“But what?” she asked, beckoning her to continue.

“But there must already be some aspiring minstrels there, those who have lived there their whole lives! How could I ever possibly hope to make myself noticed among them?” she asked plaintively, and she momentarily began pouting when Niamh laughed in gentle amusement.

“Leliana, your songs and your stories are wonderful. I have no doubt a true patron of the arts would appreciate your talents,” she reassured, but when Leliana tried to protest, the woman merely arched a brow. “A false sincerity—no matter how honeyed—is still a lie, and I would never be so crass as to do such a thing to you. However, if you feel that you truly need to give others further incentive to listen to you…”

Niamh paused as she reached into her cloak, and Leliana could faintly hear the jingling of metal before the woman pulled out a brooch so beautiful that it took her very breath way.

Multiple pearls of varying size were inlaid into a sharply-curved bed of obsidian, which emphasized the opalescence of the gems arranged artistically into the shape of a crescent moon. Tiny diamonds decorated the scalloped edge as they hugged each pearl, and bisecting the widest part of the brooch’s arch was a simple silver pin. When the goddess proceeded to hold the piece of jewelry out for her to take, Leliana was taken aback.

“But I can’t possibly take this!”

Niamh merely smiled. “I can always make another like it. When you wear this, simply run a finger across each of the pearls, and its magic will take effect. As you perform, those within hearing distance of you will have no choice but to have their eyes drawn upon you. I have blessed this brooch sparingly, however, so while it may help to draw an audience, it is up to your own skill to further keep them there, Little Bird. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but I didn’t even offer anything in exchange,” she said worriedly.

“When you return from this soiree of yours, tell me of it, and I will consider that payment enough.” The cold winds shifted then, and Leliana found that Niamh’s brows had knitted together in consternation. When she turned to her again, those glowing grey eyes were apologetic. “I am beckoned elsewhere, but I have faith that you’ll be able to be able to succeed in your endeavors. Farewell for now, Leliana.”

When Leliana returned to Niamh’s altar several weeks later, she was fresh-faced and beaming with delight, dancing in a gown of absolute finery. It was a gift from her patron Marjolaine—a wealthy, widowed woman, who had taken quite a fancy to her talents.

“Isn’t it beautiful? Oh, Lady Marjolaine is so generous! She’s been all over Thedas, and she knows so many things! She’s even teaching me how to use a bow!”

“‘A bow,’ you say?” Niamh frowned. “Any particular reason why?”

“For bard training.” When that only drew a further look of confusion, she hastened to explain. “It’s like… being both a minstrel and a bodyguard to your patron. Still, the world can be a dangerous place at times, no? Marjolaine wanted me to also learn how to defend myself.”

“I see.” If Niamh had any concerns, she didn’t voice them. “I imagine such training would take place away from here.”

“Yes,” she admitted, and an ache filled her then, causing her to slowly wring her hands together. “It is a wonderful opportunity. It is probably more than I could have ever hoped for, but it will also mean that I may not return here again for quite some time.”

“As expected.”

“You’re not... upset?”

“You are a young woman of incredible talent and determination, Leliana. I doubt there is much that even I could say that might deter you even had I wished to. Perhaps it was well past time you spread your wings from here and find what awaits you beyond the horizon. I will not keep you from it. Still…” She turned her gaze upon her altar. “I feel I must at least offer you a parting gift.”

The goddess flexed a hand, and Leliana was shocked to see that a broken corner of the altar’s foundation flew directly into Niamh’s palm. As pale fingers closed around it, energies of black and silver—the night and the stars made tangible—twined around the woman’s fist before disappearing moments later into the ether as she revealed her handiwork.

The stone had been reduced to the size of a coin, and upon its face was the image of a wolf’s head—noble and proud—set against the background of a raging storm. It was an icon often associated with Niamh, who wore two silver medallions of the same imagery on her cloak, which were connected by layered chains, fastening the fabric around her securely.

“Keep this upon your person, and should you find yourself in immediate danger, simply think of me, and you shall be protected,” Niamh said, presenting the gift to her.

“And…” She looked to her curiously. “What would you want for this in return?”

The corners of her lips turned up. “Clever girl… I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone ask me that outright before. Well. Would you be opposed to offering me a memory of yours?”

“‘A memory?’”

“Yes. I suspect you’ll make many more away from here, so I merely ask for one of your most cherished moments thus far. Would you find that acceptable?”

“Yes. What would I have to do?”

“Nothing on your end. Simply hold still…” Niamh reached out to press two fingertips gently against Leliana’s forehead, and she felt the warmth of a summer’s kiss gathered there for a brief moment before the woman then pulled away, blinking consecutively several times.

“Did you get it?” she asked.

“Yes,” Niamh said, looking at her with seeming consideration.

“Oh.” She didn’t feel like anything was amiss. “Which memory was it?”

Those lips parted briefly in an attempt to form an answer, but she soon shook her head, an enigmatic smile burnishing her features—one warm enough to ward Leliana against the cold of the winter sea. “It is irrelevant. Here.” She pressed the stone coin into her palm. “I thank you for the memory, and I wish you well on your journey.”

“I…” Leliana wet her lips as she clasped a hand against her chest. “I will miss you.”

“Likewise. Safe travels to you always, Little Bird.”

The woman turned on her heel and walked toward the edge of the cliff, and as she made to step off of it, her form simply dispersed like stardust scattering across the night breeze before simply fading before Leliana’s eyes.

Leliana learned and experienced much under her patron’s tutelage over the years, traveling from one corner of Thedas to the other, ever a faithful shadow. Beneath Marjolaine’s eye, her skills as a bard grew, honed well upon the battlefield and also in the depths of more private chambers.

Although she travels far at times, Leliana cannot keep her mind from the woman who is the night sky and storms made flesh. She dreams of eyes like moonlight—calm and ancient—watching her with warmth and then a smoldering fire of passion she wishes were true.

It’s a yearning that lingers in the back of her mind, and she finds that even with her growing infamy and riches, they bring her little joy. She begins to re-evaluate her life and proceeds to slowly distance herself from the Game—a fact that Marjolaine is too keenly aware of.

And from there, she learns of her lover’s final lesson: betrayal.

She returned to the stone altar by the sea a decade after she saw it last. Niamh appeared as promptly as always whenever she pressed a hand upon its stone, and Leliana saw those dark brows raised minutely in surprise upon seeing her, and she can’t help but smile.

Leliana was indeed much older than when they last saw one another although she feared she hadn’t grown quite as wise as she had hoped. Had that been the case, surely she would have learned of Marjolaine’s treachery much sooner. She explained as much to Niamh, who listened with quiet concern, as she detailed how everything went so terribly wrong.

“It was your coin that saved me,” Leliana revealed gratefully. “Without it, I would have been imprisoned and framed for treason by Marjolaine. If she is capable of committing such misdeeds against me—someone who she once saw as an ally—then she is capable to doing so to others. I cannot allow it to happen again. She will be brought to justice for her crimes.”

Niamh nodded in understanding. “And you came to me for help. Very well. Hold out your hands.”

Leliana did as instructed, and she saw Niamh’s dual-toned energy of black and silver forming before her, weighing down her palms. She kept them steady, and when the magic finally vanished, she found she was holding a new quiver full of arrows and a bow.

The latter was a thing of beauty, carved from ironbark so that it was lightweight but strong as steel. The grip of it appeared to have been made of white halla leather to contrast against the dark color of the weapon’s frame, and upon the widest part of the bow’s upper limb was Niamh’s personal icon engraved in silverite.

“Whisper my name upon the wind, and there shall be no manner of armor that your arrows cannot penetrate.”

“And in exchange?”

“A song sung under the night sky—one for every time you use the bow’s secondary ability.”

Leliana blinked. “Just songs then?”

“Yes.” Niamh smiled then. “I’ve found that I have missed them in all the time you’ve been away. Good hunting to you, Leliana.”

Leliana returns to Denerim to confront Marjolaine once more, and—with the blessings of a goddess on her side—she emerges victorious.

She takes a ship back to Orlais that very evening. While Marjolaine stews in fury below decks, Leliana is alone at the prow, quietly singing over a dozen songs up to the night sky. As the wind stirs to tousle her hair, she smiles, feeling like Niamh is there with her, listening in approval for the promise kept.

When she drags Marjolaine to the Orlesian embassy, Leliana informs them all of her former lover’s treason with evidence to back her claims. Marjolaine is consequently imprisoned—all titles and lands stripped from her name—and Leliana is hailed as a heroine. Empress Celene raises her name to nobility and grants her the title of Nightingale of the Imperial Court as her lead reconnaissance expert.

With the act, it becomes abundantly clear to the nobles of Orlais that while Marjolaine had once proven herself a consummate player of the Great Game, Leliana had bested her utterly. Some fear her skill while others hope to ride on the coat tails of her success, but whatever the case, Leliana is simply happy that everything is right with the world for once.

With her new title and riches, Leliana buys a new villa by the Waking Sea—closer to Niamh’s altar—and ensures her mother never has to work another day in her life ever again. Although her new profession involves a bit of underhandedness here and there, she does what she can to help and donate to various charities.

Even with such a busy schedule, she always finds time to visit Niamh, and they reconnect, establishing an old friendship between stories, songs, and meals.

Five years after revealing Marjolaine’s treachery, Leliana’s mother falls terribly ill. A combination of wasting sickness and cholera, the healers say. While Leliana assures them that money is no issue for any treatment they suggest, they regretfully inform her that with Oisine’s advancing age, there is little they can do other than to try and keep her comfortable over the next few weeks.

Distraught, Leliana turns to the one person she knows can help.

“And you understand the type of exchange this requires?” Niamh asked once more.

“Yes.”

Leliana had just neglected to inform the goddess she didn’t see herself finding another mortal to complete such a task. While she regretted her soon-to-be proposition hadn’t been made under better circumstances, she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about something similar over the years. Even after a decade and a half after they first met, Leliana still found Niamh to be as enchanting as ever. She was intelligent, gifted in more than magical ability, and was remarkably sweet and kind.

Surely, with such coveted traits, she wouldn’t object to siring the firstborn the Law of Equivalent Exchange required?

“Very well,” Niamh said, unaware of Leliana’s thoughts. “When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health once more. It will be like she never fell ill at all, and even the memory of her suffering will fade along with the memories of those who had interacted with her since then.”

Leliana sighed in relief. “Thank you so much. She means everything to me.”

“I’m aware.” The woman’s glowing eyes turned apologetic then. “I only hope you won’t find the price of this all too steep, but I suppose only time will tell. Again, you needn’t begin this process right away. As the matter regarding your mother was quite serious, you’re welcome to see for yourself over the next few days that I spoke true in keeping my end of the bargain.”

“I know you wouldn’t betray me,” Leliana reassured, smiling, before mischief filled her. “So when do we begin?”

Luminous grey eyes blinked. “Pardon?”

“You said you wanted my firstborn, no?”

“Yes, and you agreed, did you not?”

“I did,” she reiterated, her smile still present. “As I’ve said, when do we begin?”

Leliana watched—amusement suffusing her—as realization then dawned over the goddess, causing those pale eyes to widen comically.

“Oh,” she uttered, baffled. “I—This was not…I don’t think…!”

Leliana had to bite her lip to keep her laughter from spilling out. In all the years they had known one another, this was perhaps the first time she had seen the otherwise unflappable goddess at such a loss for words. “Is there a problem?”

“Not necessarily…” Niamh grimaced, trying to regain her composure. “This is admittedly quite the first for me. As such, I need some time to prepare. I’ve every intention of keeping my word, but I want to be absolutely certain I won’t somehow hurt you in the process. Would you be willing to meet me in the forest tomorrow evening?”

“Of course.” This was an odd situation for them both after all. If Niamh needed time to assuage her own concerns, who was she to stop her?

“Thank you. Eimear and Cillian will escort you to my desired location for this once you enter the forest. I will see you then.”

Niamh’s siblings found out about her latest plight the moment she returned home.

“Can you believe it, Fergus? Why, I never thought I’d see the day!” Saoirse crowed smugly while her little sister glared balefully between her and their brother.

“Indeed!” Fergus reached out to tousle Niamh’s hair playfully. “A human woman managed to outsmart our usually quick-witted sister! And here I thought the mortals figuring out how to cultivate seedless grapes would be the last thing to surprise me.”

Niamh rolled her eyes when both her siblings guffawed heavily at that, and she ducked between them both to speak with Morrigan—the only person she had actually given permission to be in her quarters with her regarding this.

“You’re certain this is safe then? I won’t somehow manage to hurt her with my powers?”

“Yes, yes. ‘Tis a simple enough matter,” she drawled for the third time. “I fail to see your concern regarding this. You have exceptional control over your abilities after all.”

“I’ve never laid with a mortal before, Morrigan,” she deadpanned. “Pardon my concern over potentially breaching the terms of an exchange by accidentally killing the other party involved.”

“So long as you remember mortals do not have the same amount of endurance as we do, and you allow her to catch a breath every few interludes during the act, I cannot foresee any issue that might occur.” She sniffed dismissively, continuing to sift through the many tomes Niamh kept in her private collection. “Truly, given how fondly you speak of this Leliana, I doubt you would be able to do wrong by her.”

Niamh immediately winced at Morrigan’s statement, knowing the reaction it would have drawn from her siblings, and she was rarely ever proven wrong when it came to them.

“Wait, wait! It’s that human then? The very one she’s been talking about for the past five years?” Saoirse grinned, turning to her older brother. “Fergus, did you hear that?!”

Niamh sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose with irritation as another round of teasing ensued. It was during such moments that she wondered—as she often did—why their mother couldn’t have just made her an only child.

The following night, Leliana’s wolf companions led her to a clearing deep within the woods, where Niamh was already waiting for her. Eimear and Cillian made themselves scarce once she had been delivered safely, but Leliana barely paid them any mind.

It seemed that Niamh had her comfort in mind, for in the middle of the clearing was a simple bedding of luxurious furs to lay upon, surrounded by gentle firelight. Bowls of fruits and other simple snacks laid off to the side along with bottles of various drinks to be sampled before or after the act. As she eyed the goddess standing in the midst of it all, Leliana was determined it would indeed be after as she took the hand offered to her.

Beneath the moonlight, they patiently explored one another upon disrobing together before proceeding to lay upon the furs and establish the beginning of their exchange.

Leliana was no the longer the bumbling, inexperienced child when they had first met. She had laid with others before in the type of hedonism that could only be experienced in a place like Val Royeaux, but as Niamh hovered over her, gently rolling her hips into hers, eyes aglow with such reverence like the full moon overhead, it was like she was experiencing such intimacy for the first time again. This time, however, it was with the woman—the goddess—she had always desired, who willingly worshipped her with caresses and kisses to flushed skin so sweet that it made her heart ache.

Her back arched as Niamh slipped inside her in gentle exploration. Like a musician, she expertly tuned herself to Leliana, testing rhythms and speeds to determine her preference, and when she discovered the perfect tempo, it was almost too much pleasure to bear.

She came undone beneath her, and Niamh swallowed her cries beneath tender kisses. As she was coaxed back down from her climax, all Leliana could wonder was, “How in the world am I ever supposed to let you go once the exchange is completed?”

Niamh proved quite the attentive lover.

Every few rounds, the goddess made certain Leliana kept herself hydrated and had a few bites to eat before continuing on. It was a long night of pleasure, however, and Leliana soon couldn’t discern whether the sweetness on her tongue was from food, drink, or more intimate flesh. For all of Leliana’s experience in intimacy, however, she couldn’t hope to match the immortal stamina of a goddess, but Niamh didn’t fault her need to rest. She merely encouraged her to curl against her side, which she did without complaint, resting her head on a slim shoulder. As she played with the pale collarbone beneath her fingertips, she sighed contentedly as lips pressed themselves against the crown of her head before one of the furs of their bedding was drawn up around them to ward off against the cold.

It had been a memorable night, and she had been sated, so she allowed Niamh’s warmth and the gentle crackling of the fire around them to lull her to sleep.

The light of morning washed over her, and as a warm beam of it crossed her face, her nose wrinkled with displeasure. She reached out beside her, but it isn’t fur, grass, or even another warm body that she felt.

No, it was cold sheets.

Leliana’s eyes snapped open, and she sat up abruptly to find that she was at home and in bed.

Alone.

Something within her proceeded to slowly break in painful increments, confused and bereft by such knowledge. Had last night been nothing more than an elaborate dream? She hissed gently as she shifted atop the sheets, attempting to rise from bed, and the sweet aching of her loins told her the prior evening had been no mere fantasy.

But then why had she been left?

For as much as she had heard about Niamh’s parents over the years, her mother Eleanor had elected to stay on Thedas for a time to raise her children with the man she loved. Was that not the standard among the gods at all then? Or did the exchange require a different perspective of what was to be expected of her?

“Lady Leliana?” a voice called from behind the door. One of her servants. “Will you not be joining Lady Oisine for breakfast this morning?”

She swallowed the lump down in her throat and wet her lips before attempting to speak, carefully making certain her voice didn’t shake. “No, I’m fine, Lydia. I’ve reports to finish. Please give my mother my apologies and have a plate brought to me later this afternoon.”

“Yes, m’lady.”

Leliana heard the footsteps retreating, and she immediately wanted to bury herself in the sheets, but before she could begin to wallow in despair, she heard a caw at the window. She almost dismissed the sound. Ravens weren’t uncommon around the villa after all, but when she turned to shoo it away after another pointed cry, she paused immediately upon seeing the silver eyes on the bird.

It crooked its head, looking at her curiously. Whatever the raven was searching for, she didn’t know. It simply blinked once at her before turning toward the door, and—seemingly satisfied they wouldn’t be disturbed—it flapped its wings and proceeded to fly slowly toward her. As it did, Leliana watched in amazement as the bird shifted—the image of multiple animals flashing across her vision—before coalescing into the form of the goddess she knew.

Intimately now in fact.

Who was looking down at her in concern.

“Are you alright?” Niamh asked.

“You’re…” Leliana’s lips parted. “You’re still here.”

“Of course.” Dark brows furrowed, but she hardly seemed offended. Merely confused. “I wouldn’t have left you alone to carry our child for the next nine months without aid.”

“When I woke up, and you weren’t here with in bed with me after last night, I assumed…” she trailed off, remembering the dread she felt in her heart mere moments ago, wondering if she had perhaps been abandoned to carry the burden alone.

“Ah.” Niamh rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. “I returned you to your villa just before the sun rose, and then I simply sat at your desk afterward, waiting for you to wake.”

“My desk?” she asked, voice raising incredulously.

“Yes.” Niamh seemed uncertain as she continued speaking. “When we made the deal for the exchange, it was agreed we would lay together to consummate the agreement. Nothing within our verbal contract stated that I would be allowed to lay in your bed, and I didn’t wish to seem rude by presuming otherwise, so I elected to just sit and read until you awoke. When I heard one of the other mortals come up the stairs toward your door, however, I made myself scarce so as to not be found.”

Leliana said nothing at first, her mind still trying to wipe the cobwebs of sleep from it amidst the rush of earlier fear, but Niamh seemed to take her silence as disapproval.

“I’m sorry,” Niamh said. “After so many Ages, it’s simply an ingrained instinct at this point. I normally don’t interact with mortals this close to their homestead, so I immediately just thought to hide myself.”

With belated shock, Leliana realized the other woman’s eyes weren’t glowing anymore in the daylight, but they were still such an amazingly pale shade of grey, which were filled with utmost sincerity. Leliana didn’t move when the woman reached out to cup her face, and when a thumb went to sweep itself across her cheek, she was surprised to see it come away wet.

She hadn’t even realized she’d been crying mere moments ago.

“I am new to relationships such as this,” Niamh continued, “but my need to prevent unwanted questions shouldn’t have superseded your comfort. I apologize. I won’t hurt you like this again. I cannot promise I’ll be perfect in every aspect of this, but I will do my utmost to do right by you.”

So—as expected—Leliana became pregnant after their night together, and Niamh inevitably gets pulled into Orlesian society while trying to keep the mother of her child safe. Every day seems to offer its own lesson as the goddess seeks to adapt to society without giving away what she is.

Thankfully, everyone tends to assume she is a woman of foreign nobility given how she dresses and carries herself, and Leliana doesn’t do much to dissuade such rumors. That those very rumors also pair the other woman with her in more romantic a fashion is much its own bittersweet pain, but if Niamh had ever been aware of them, she doesn’t voice them to her.

For beyond that first night, they hadn’t been to bed together. Niamh would hold her when she slept after discussing their respective days together, yes, and she’d still be there the morning after, but nothing intimate ever occurred between those moments. It’s... a comfortable enough routine, but Leliana always longs for more.

Before her pregnancy begins to show, she requests some needed vacation time from Empress Celene, who approves it without question, citing that while she appreciated her dedication to the empire, she worked far too much at times.

Leliana returns back to her villa by the Waking Sea before long, intending that to be where she eventually gives birth. Niamh, of course, is ever present at her side. Unfortunately, while the Imperial Court remained oblivious to the woman’s actual identity, her mother is not so keen to let the matter go…

“That woman…” Oisine began, looking at her daughter over the rim of her tea cup, “She isn’t what she appears to be, is she?”

Leliana’s first instinct was to lie, but her mother was always clever. Leliana had inherited the same brilliance after all. Still, she sighed.

“Her name is Niamh; that much is true. She is technically nobility—just not in the same way you and I would think of it.”

“What are you saying?”

“She’s the goddess of storms and the night sky, Mother, and she’s quite powerful even among her kind. She’s here to look over me since I made a deal with her.”

Oisine’s features immediately paled. “What? Leliana, I told you the dangers of entering into such things with them!”

“I didn’t have the choice!”

“Did she force you into this?”

“Mother, no!” Niamh was far too considerate a person—too tender a lover—to ever consider something so underhanded, but she could see that her mother couldn’t be readily convinced without more of an explanation. “I did it because you were dying, and there was no other option to save your life!”

“What?”

When she saw that she was only succeeding in confusing her mother, Leliana sighed, and did her best to explain the circumstances surrounding the relationship between her and Niamh, such as how long they actually knew one another, how the goddess had helped her over the years, and why she helped her again when she found her mother likely wouldn’t recover from her illness.

All factors that led to the culmination of her bearing the child of a deity.

“You’re with child,” Oisine breathed in shock.

“Yes.”

“And Lady Niamh…?”

“Is the other parent, yes.”

“Oh, Leliana…” Guilt filled the other woman’s eyes, but Leliana didn’t want it. She would have gladly made the offer again in a heartbeat to save her. “You could have lain with anyone else to have a child, and the exchange would have still been fulfilled. Why do it in such a way?”

“Because it has always been her, Mother. I wanted to know her in such a way even if it was only once, but I’m still mortal. No matter what else I am, no matter my accomplishments, she wouldn’t be able to stay with me forever. I’m under no illusions that when the baby is born, she may very well just leave with them once the promise has been seen through.”

Disapproval was evident on Oisine’s features. “Surely you don’t believe that. Mind you, I may have been curious as to her actual identity, but have you not seen how that woman dotes upon you? How her eyes search for you as soon as you enter a room? She would give you anything you desire if you’d but ask her to stay.”

Leliana turned her head away. “Mother, please!”

She couldn’t afford to hope for this.

It would hurt too much if it didn’t come true.

Of course, as Leliana and Niamh adapt to the idea of being parents together, they realize their feelings for one another may not be as one-sided as they both initially believed.

They catch feelings is what I’m saying here, y’all.

Their relationship, however, isn’t considered official until a proper courtship ritual is done. Niamh’s not allowed to say what that all entails due to some old laws on her world, but Leliana figures it out anyway due to some old story she dug up thanks to her spy network and because she’s simply brilliant.

There’s also some political intrigue back in the world of the gods who want to close off their world from Thedas entirely, which makes Niamh super unhappy. She’ll have to do something regarding that obviously. Who are they to keep her from her beloved Leliana after all?

Then, some other issues might also occur when some individuals in the Imperial Court learn that Leliana’s pregnant. Players in the Great Game can be merciless.

So there’s action, but there’s also plenty of romantic fluff to round it out. The important thing is that Niamh and Leliana work through it together, and they have a healthy baby, and they all get to live happily ever after for a very long time!

So that’s basically it.

Again, like my other AUs, this isn’t as polished as I would like it to be, but your thoughts regarding it are always appreciated! Like it? Hate it? Think I can improve upon it? Is this something you’d like to see me write along with all my other AUs eventually? Let me know!

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