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targaryen-dynasty · 7 months

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KINKTOBER SLEEPOVER.

No. 4 -> GIF.

Prince Regent!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Baratheon!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; p in v, oral (f receiving), loss of virginity, praise kink, corrupting, forbidden love, slight size kink, READER HAS BLUE EYES AND BLACK HAIR (typical Baratheon traits)

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NOTES: Another glorious request! Thank you tons @cryingforlife! 🫂

When House Baratheon came to the capital to celebrate the impending wedding of your older sister to the current prince regent, you had not expected to be called to the small council chamber around the hour of the wolf on the first night.

There not even had been time for you to change into one of your gowns, the black-golden robe you had fetched on your way out clearly serving to keep your appearance modest and partly appropriate.

Your black curls had flown with each hurried step you took, and the servant had done nothing to inform you on why your presence was requested so urgently… and by whom.

With the door closing behind you, there had been little to no light coming through to lighten the room, almost shrouding it in complete darkness safe for the several candles that illuminated the shapes of the table, the chairs and the silhouette of someone sitting in the king’s place at the head of the table.

Despite your pleas of ‘we can not do this’, ‘we should not do this’ and ‘what if anyone sees us?’ Aemond was very adamant to have you sitting on the council table, the skirt of your white nightgown barely rucked up high enough for him to stand between your parted legs.

“Let them see,” he growled in return, his lips pressing against your throat, slightly muffling his words. He pulled back enough to meet your blue eyes, and only then you noticed that he was not wearing his eye patch, the sapphire catching some of the light the candles granted. “Mayhaps then your father will realize that he should have given me your hand in marriage… not that of your dim-witted sister.”

The gasp you released was loud, and you weren’t sure if it was because you felt offended by his words – were you really? – or because he had slid a hand between your legs and dragged his fingers over your clothed cunt.

You were quick to seize his wrist, your eyes wide with shock. “I–I have never…” you stuttered, more afraid of the pain the act would bring than having your virtue taken by him. Aemond cocked his eyebrow at that, clearly amused by the meek attempt to stop him. “You really wish to deny your king what he desires?”

Did you?

No.

You vividly remember the anger you felt when you had heard your father denying his request to take your hand in marriage. It had happened not long before Lucerys Velaryon had sought out the Round Hall, the refusal most definitely adding to Aemond’s anger that had cost the life of his nephew.

There was little you knew about the prince back then, yet you had felt drawn to him from the very beginning, and turned ireful at the disrespect of Maris asking if Lucerys had removed his stones as well as his eye.

You docilely shook your head, which caused him to hum, pleased by your obedience.

While Aemond leaned in to claim your lips in a heated kiss, his fingers pinched the linen of your smallclothes to tear them down your legs, and, with the air being sucked from your lungs by him, you barely even noticed – until the cold air hit your soaked core.

You watched with wide eyes as Aemond sank to his knees, all shame and the fear of being caught vanishing straight away. There was nothing else than desire and lust filling your veins, especially with such an influential man kneeling between your legs.

Bowing his head forward, he pressed a kiss to your cunt that had you drawing in a sharp breath, the heat flushing your skin. Out of instinct, you entangled one hand into his silver hair, whereas the other gripped the edge of the table, keeping you grounded.

He used his tongue, dragging it through your folds, flicking it over your little bud and pushing it inside of your cunt. It didn’t take long for you to turn into a squirming mess, more so when his tongue was replaced by one finger, the whines you released melting into moans.

But you quickly noticed that there was a certain urgency in him, seeming as if he needed something in particular – feeling his cock being embraced by your tight walls.

When Aemond surfaced, his strong jaw and lips glistening with your arousal, you moaned yet again, eyes flickering between his and his lips with your mouth agape, not knowing where to settle.

Now it was you initiating the kiss, your hands coming up to cup his jaw and the back of his neck, pulling him in with such force it had him grunting. As you got to taste yourself on his lips and tongue, you whimpered, merely pulling back when you felt him fiddling with something between your bodies. He was undoing the laces of his breeches to free his hard cock.

At the sight of it, you swallowed thickly, mumbling an ‘tis not going to fit’ which had Aemond scoffing. “I shall make it fit,” he said, flashing you a smirk that was nothing short of smug.

His hard cock stood tall when he pushed his breeches and braies down, and the prince regent wasted no time in gripping your thighs to draw you even closer, your arse balancing on the table’s edge.

You felt his hand grip your hip, followed by the pressure of the tip of his cock prodding your entrance. Even though you felt your cunt clench around nothing from the mere anticipation of finally getting to sheath him, you shut your eyes and took in a deep breath. It was tight at first, not to speak about the burning that came with it, but since you were wet enough, he slid right in.

Your cunt choked his cock so tightly, he needed a few seconds to adjust, making him terribly aware that he was not going to last for too long. His cock twitched and throbbed with need, and he released a shuddered breath while you sighed in relief.

“The pain will ease,” he rasped, trying to relax you, and it worked, urging you to open your eyes and melt into his touch.

Aemond was generous enough to start with a slow, deep grinding that soon enough turned the stinging pain into pleasure, intensifying the pressure you felt in your stomach from the moment he had eased inside.

“Gods be good,” you panted, bringing your hands up to grip his shoulders.

Placing one hand on your chest, Aemond gently pushed you down on the table. It then traveled up to your throat, clasping around it. He didn’t mean to cut off your air, it solely rested there to pin you down as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His other hand grabbed yours, intertwining your fingers and planting it firmly on the wooden surface.

You just stared at him in awe, lips still parted and eyes wide, while your body moved over the table with the force of his thrusts. “That’s it,” Aemond praised, an unusual softness to his voice. Your face turned red at that, only noticing how much you actually enjoyed it as a fresh wave of your arousal dripped out of your core and coated his length and the sac of his stones.

And then it dawned him.

Aemond angled his hips and found the spot that caught the breath in your throat, your whines and whimpers turning into wanton moans. “Such a good girl,” he rasped. “You are taking me so well.”

The moan you released was the epitome of lewd, and it was a sight to behold as you arched your back with the sound leaving your lips.

“Fuck,” Aemond breathed, your cunt tightening around him in a way that was sure to milk him for his spend. “You were made for me,” he rambled, “you were made to fit my cock in this sweet cunt of yours.”

Your throat was released with him bracing his hand on the table right next to your head, supporting his weight as his thrusts grew harsher and determined, repeatedly brushing the spot that had you seeing stars. Your lids were heavy, and the coil inside of your belly tightened at a rapid pace. The sensation was rare for you, not even your fingers bringing you close enough to peak.

Your face contorted in pleasure, and your breathing turned more erratic, telltale signs that let him know you were close to bliss. “So, so good,” he groaned, his eye flickering to where your fingers were squeezing him with a vice-like grip – matching the clenching of your walls around him.

If it wasn't for him making you feel so good, the pace and force of his thrusts probably would have hurt, but you were far too lost in him taking his pleasure, conquering and claiming you as if he had done so plenty of times before.

“I–I…,” you trailed off, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Look at me,” he hissed, the command crystal clear, “I want to watch when you peak.”

The profanity of his words pushed you straight over the edge, moans and whimpers leaving your throat. You tried so hard to keep your eyes open, to fix them with his good one, yet, when the pleasure got too much, you closed them. Your back arched off the table, and the sight beneath him with your spasming cunt choking his cock brought Aemond to completion.

It was reckless, and, as prince regent and your sister’s betrothed, he should know better, but he pushed in to the hilt for one last time and spent himself deep inside of your twitching walls.

Stilling his hips, he closed his eyes in what seemed to be a rare moment of exhaustion, giving himself and you a few seconds to steady your breathing. Pulling out even before his cock had softened completely, he tugged it back into his breeches and helped with your attire.

There was a thick tension clouding the shared silence between you, and when his eye met yours once again, the young dragon wondered briefly what your life could have been if your father had granted him your hand in marriage.

If that could have been his one true chance of finding love and validation in something other than duty.

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orcusnoir · 7 months

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The Chain are in the mess that is Wild's Hyrule, specifically in the ruins of the once great Castle Town. The whole place is just...Depressing. At least there's signs of rebuilding, new foundations going in, and scaffolding surrounding the castle.

Hyrule is rebuilding, moving past the Calamity.

It's during this walk that Twilight notices Wild leaving a flower, one of those Silent Princesses, at a small plaque in the ground...In the ruins of what was once a house.

The Rancher was going to ask what the monument was for, but upon seeing Wild's melancholy face, he decided not to.

Though he was going to see what the marker was for. Maybe it was a memorial that Flora had put up for those lost to the Calam-

It wasn't.

Twilight had to read the plaque several times, not because he couldn't read Wild's Hylian, but because what was carved into the stone stole the breath in his lungs.

"Rest in Hylia's warm embrace, Captain Colin Vilkas."

No. That can't be right. Vilkas...that means wolf, and Colin's name... This was just a huge coincidence, right?

Any doubt that remained in the Wolf vanished upon reading the smaller text towards the bottom of the plaque.

"The father I can't remember."

This...This is how Time felt. The ground beneath one's feet giving way, that rising anxiety in the heart, the weight of the sky falling down on the shoulders. Realizing things one shouldn't be able to realize. How his heart broke for Wild all over again.

No wonder we call him cub. Twilight thought while resisting the urge to tackle the Champion into a tearful bear hug.

He'll definitely ask the Old Man to kept watch with him tonight. He has to let Time know, though he wonders how much his ancestor is gonna understand between Twi's sobs.

#lu wild #lu twilight #lu time #linked universe headcanons #linked universe #lu writing #lu headcanons

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jupitersdescendant · 2 years

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hey everyone, i’m back with another reading!

today’s topic: what is other people’s first impression of you?

there’s three piles you can choose from, going from left to right. here’s how it works: close you eyes and meditate on the question for a while. if you feel ready, open your eyes and choose the pile you feel the most drawn to. it’s possible that you’ll feel drawn to more than one pile. please remember that this is a general reading so only take what resonates. this is for entertainment purposes only. lastly, tarot is only guide, nothing is set in stone and at the end it’s you who has the power over your life.

none of the pictures belong to me, the artist is ans debije.

hello, pile 1!

from the looks of it you come across as very detached and hard to grasp. you give a strong first impression and others often can’t help but notice you. they feel like you’re out of reach and don’t just share your energy with anybody, many find it hard to approach you. you could be very opinionated and aren’t afraid to share these opinions. most of the time people don’t know what to make of you and find it difficult to get to know you. you like to keep your distance even though i’m not necessarily getting introverted vibes. you’re confidant and competent and that shows, especially in the way you present yourself. this also shows in the way you walk which might be kind of impressive. you’re energetic, you do what you want and don’t care what others think. you carry a fire inside you. others could get the impression that you’re kind of superficial or give a lot of worth and importance to material stuff. you seem well traveled or just love traveling a lot! people view you as very abundant like you’ve got it all and i feel like you attract jealousy easily. you come across as very prideful and others often get the feeling that you view yourself above others. this could sometimes very well be true, since i’m definitely picking up on some ego issues here, but you never mean any harm and could actually struggle a lot with yourself in the sense that you think you’re the sh*t one second while you’re obsessing over every little imperfection in the next. your relationship with yourself fluctuates a lot. still, others can’t help to notice that you’re someone generous and compassionate with a big heart which is for sure one of the reasons why they find it so hard to place you in the beginning. it looks like you easily move through hardships and always get what you want in the end. people see that you’ve been through sh*it as well and you give strong don’t-mess-with-me-vibes. you could also be viewed as a little magical and like something out of a fairytale. you strike others as powerful and majestic which leaves them wondering where you left your throne lol. you carry a strong feminine energy, no matter you gender and even though we all know that beauty is a hundred percent subjective and i maybe shouldn’t push your ego to much, many still view you as very beautiful. but please don’t give your looks to much importance and instead of obsessing over everything you view as flaws, know that true beauty comes from within you. you might adore animals and nature and feel a strong connection to them. it’s very interesting because you come across as down to earth and free spirited and fiery at the same time. you’re also hardworking and like to do everything with precision. people see that you’re not afraid to walk your own path and admire you strength and talents.

let me know if resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

Pile 2

cards: knight of pentacles, the lovers (rx), judgement (rx), four of pentacles, empress. back of the deck: justice.

hii, pile 2!

for startes i just want to note that there were a couple cards that were similar to pile one so that could fit for a couple of you as well. anyways, people definitely get a little lone wolf energy from you, like you like to keep to yourself and don’t really care about forming connections with other human beings. others could even be afraid to approach you since they’re somehow bracing themselves for conflict. honestly i have no idea why that is but that’s just how they view you, maybe they just don’t know what to expect and that scares them. it’s probably not that easy for you to form new connections with others since you’re not the type to approach people, you’re kinda introverted. you still have a very grounding energy to you. especially romantic interests are kind of intimidated by you since it seems like you’re already so secure and don’t need anyone. many are afraid to be rejected by you because it looks like you could have anything you want and have opportunities waiting for you at every corner. people see you as intellectual. you have a strong voice or could even often use cutting words. you’re a mystery to others which makes you all the more intriguing. many get the impression that you probably carry some trauma with you but you basically rose from the dead. you also come across as very creative, hardworking and patient. you’re a perfectionist and immerse yourself wholeheartedly in your work which often leads you to neglect yourself and your needs. self care is important, dear! you strike others as very stable and responsible and like you carry a lot of strength within you. people could also think that you’re more interested in your work and accomplishments as well as getting financial and material security. you probably take on more than you can handle and carry a lot of baggage with you. like in pile 1 there’s a little more feminine energy coming through but it’s a bit more subtle. others see you as ample and also wise. you’re also very empathetic and actually carry a childlike energy with you but you barely show that side of yourself. some people pick up on it nonetheless though it’s probably one of the last things that come to mind since you’re somehow scared to show that side of you. others think you’re someone who fights for what is right and that fairness is very important to you. people also get the impression that you’re lucky and always get what you want since fate and the universe seem to have your back at all times. you probably keep your emotions and feelings on a tight lock which leads others to think that you’re kind of unemotional. i don’t wont to you to force yourself or anything but just try to open up a bit more. you also come across as if you strive for balance and harmony and try to be neutral in all situations to see everything clearer and from every perspective. though this doesn’t mean you don’t have an opinion or anything. others view you as someone who knows who they are and what they want and that you’re not afraid to face your fears and challenges head on.

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

Pile 3

cards: ace of pentacles, knight of pentacles (rx), four of pentacles, three of cups (rx), queen of pentacles. back of the deck: death (rx).

hey, pile 3!

i’m sorry but before we begin i just need to say that i can’t believe that the four of pentacles can’t stop showing her face in this reading since she came out for the other piles as well. looks like it’s possible that all piles are connected in a way and/or that you might’ve been drawn to another one as well. anyhow, you definitely give a memorable first impression and it’s pretty much impossible not to notice you. i heard that you might be an entrepreneur and that shows for sure. you take all that this world has to offer and want to live life in the fullest and best way possible. you love to try new and exciting things, you’re very dynamic. others see you as someone highly favoured in whatever you do and wherever you go and that the universe is always guiding and protecting you. i don’t feel like many people truly deeply know you and you tend to keep up a facade a lot, hiding your deep emotional side. it’s interesting because a lot of pentacles came out for you but i don’t think that actually fits your vibe. i mean i clarified everything and there were some different elements showing themselves as well but still you come across as much more carefree and lively. what the pentacles definitely show though is that you’re viewed as abundant in many things like wealth, looks, your personality somehow and stuff like that. you might be envied for all of that quite often. people probably underestimate you a lot but thats how you want it. you love control and so you love to control what people see of you and what stays hidden. you could have a lot of money or others could simply think that because of the way you present yourself but i feel like you’re definitely blessed when it comes to the material world. it still looks you had some unhealthy attachments to money and sh*t like that for a long time but there was a transformation for you for that matter. you come across as someone who always comes out on top in all that you do. the hardships that you face are merely temporary blockages for you and every time something challenges you, you come out stronger and better than before. you’re very transformative as much as you’re adventurous. many people want to be your friend and desire to build a connection with you. that’s probably not that easy though since you’re very secretive and only trust a selected few but that doesn’t mean that you aren’t always open and welcoming to new people because you definitely are! it’s just that you’re private by nature and probably also went through some kind of betrayal from people who you thought were your friends. this left you in despair and sadness but you still have people around you that love and celebrate you for who you are. i heard that you like to party and meet most people through that. others feel very comfortable in your presence since you have a welcoming and warm energy which makes you all the more desiring and intriguing to others. you also come across as very confidant. you’re a lot more in tune with your feminine side now than ever before and feel way more at home with yourself and your body. also, you finally started self care and nurturing yourself more which you definitely neglected for way to long honey but i’m proud that that’s not the case anymore. you are able to fit in with many different groups of people and that makes most of them want to get to know you better after meeting you for the first time. and just an extra note, change is definitely coming to you and fast at that. an old cycle is closing soon so keep your adventurous spirit and be excited for what the universe will soon give you. it’s important for you and this new chapter in your life that you leave all that no longer serves you behind.

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

🔮 thanks a lot for reading 🔮

#tarot reading #pac reading #pick a pile #pick a pile reading #pick a card #pick a card reading #pac tarot #spirituality #divination #witchcraft

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 25 days

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Police Dog: Bigby Wolf x Fem!Cop!Reader - Chapter 1

Welcome to the rewrite :)

I made a reference to another game series, lmk if you guys spot it ;))

You stared at your monitor, the dim screen barely reflecting back into your near-lifeless eyes as you mindlessly scrolled and robotically clicked through the usual files only to have to actually go into another file to really make any work at your mind-numbing task. Why were you even given this bullshit to begin with? You leaned back in your horribly worn chair, the spine and back cushion creaking eerily as the wheels squeeked against the “polished” stone floor. You picked up the paper cup filled with coffee to take a sip, only to sneer and place the flimsy cup back down. Your coffee had grown to be ice cold, there was a strange grittiness to the brew and it tasted like someone had replaced the coffee with ink.

You heard the constant rushing of other officers in the background, whatever your cubicle really allowed you to hear past the tall wood and styrofoam walls really. Mindless chatter, the bubbling of the water cooler, some cop banging the shit out a vending machine, that horrible fucking fax machine you wished the captain would put out of its misery. You were going to hear those grating sounds in your nightmares for the rest of your mundane life.

At least it wasn’t too bad, today. Normally, the oh so “charming” lifestyle New York City made things pretty ridiculous sometimes. The main office was pretty quiet today, so much so you could hear the very faint classical music playing overhead you normally couldn’t hear over the rambunctiousness of your fellow officers.

That was, until the bullpen was let out.

Just hearing that door slam open and the cops inside spilling out almost made you knock over your nasty ass coffee onto your keyboard. You slouched in your chair, leaning back as you finished your work finally after doing this boring nonsense all week. You took out the usb drive with a content sigh, toying with it in your hands as you listened in on what the others were saying. Something about a shoot out somewhere in the South Bronx caught your ear when you saw a reflection move past on your monitor screen when it stopped behind you. Turning, you quickly saw the tall and brawny figure of one of the sergeants who was casually leaning at the entrance to your cubicle.

“The captain’ll have your knees for leaning,” you turned back to your monitor. You were about to mindlessly pretend to look through stuff just to get him to go away, but he didn’t seem to get the hint. Turning back around after a few minutes, you noticed the stupid smirk on his face that you wanted to smack off so badly. “What?”

“He’s been havin’ ya on paperwork for the past two weeks. Don’tcha think somethin’s up?” his thick accent teased.

“Considering I’m the only one who knows how to do things the way he likes them, not really.”

The sergeant gave you a pointed look before shrugging.

“Whatever you say, rookie.”

“I’m not a rookie, I’ve been in this department for almost a year now.”

He ignored you and sauntered off, definitely eyeing one of the female cops that would bat their lashes at him to get out of work for the day. Just as you started fiddling with the usb drive, your stationary phone started to ring. You picked up the phone, noting how you needed to fix the coiled cord as it somehow became tangled yet again.

“(L/n),” you greeted with your last name.

“Officer (Y/n),” the captain’s smooth voice greeted you from the other end of the line.

“I finished all the paperwork, sir, I have the usb dr-”

“I know you have, you always get the job done. Please bring the drive to my office, and hurry. I have another assignment for you.”

The phone cut off with a monotone buzz. Placing the cradle back into the receiver, you stood from your squeaky chair and started for the captain’s private office which was past the bullpen that still had some cops. The few that remained inside eyed you as you neared the captain’s door, their voices hushed as they started bickering about what it was you could’ve done.

You didn’t need to worry.

You knew that if you had fucked up, the captain wouldn’t have hesitated to call your ass out from over the intercom and demand to come to his office louder than any military drill sergeant.

His door was closed and the blinds were drawn shut which was a bit odd unless he was speaking to someone important. You stopped before the door and knocked promptly, eyeing his placard with his name written in dark ink across the golden plate.

“Come in, Officer (L/n),” the captain called out.

“Are you sure that-” As you opened the door, the conversation that was just going on had cut off.

Aside from your captain who was in his seat behind his grand desk, there stood another man. Tall and broad but fairly thin, he was imposing for sure. Dark, slicked back hair. A tan tailcoat hiding the strength you knew this man had. And when he turned to you, you couldn’t help but feel a little threatened under his intense gaze. His eyes looked as though he’s seen some fucked up shit, he looked fucking tired too, like he hadn’t slept in days. His grown out stubble also showed that as well. He eyed you up and down, not saying anything, his face was hard to read.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but here’s the flash drive,” you spoke up, offering out the usb drive to your captain.

You captain stood from his desk and beckoned you to sit in one of the chairs provided, but not before accepting the drive from you. Your captain sat back down at the same time as you, but the other man in the room just stood. He moved away from the desk a little bit, his chest to you but he was now looking back at your captain.

“Excellent work, like always.” Your captain turned towards the stranger, giving him a look you really couldn’t read either. “I promise you, Sheriff, she is the right officer for the job.” Sheriff? He didn’t look like the sheriff from the boroughs, and especially not any deputy. Was he maybe from upstate?

“I’m still not sure about this.”

His voice was deep and gravelly, like something out of an edgy comic book turned into media.

“Nonsense, Sheriff Wolf.” There it was again. Your captain turned towards you once again. “Officer (L/n), I’ve asked you here to see if you were willing and able to help Sheriff Wolf here with… a delicate situation.” You eyed the two back and forth slowly, confusion painted obviously all over your face. “You can back out at any moment if you wish to do so, but I must iterate the importance of keeping something this delicate between you and yourself alone. Nobody else must know.”

You eyed the “sheriff” warily once again. There’s no way your captain would do something stupid like leading you off with this guy. There has to be a reason.

“Okay?” You cocked your head in question. “What delicate thing are we talking about?”

You saw the stranger pull something from his pocket but you couldn’t tell what it was as it rested in his hand.

“Are you aware of what societies live along with us?”

“You mean cults?” you cocked a brow.

Your captain laughed, the stranger stayed quiet and unmoving.

“No, but that was a good one.” He regained his composure. “Let me rephrase this: Do you believe in the supernatural? The unknown?” You eyed your captain as though he were just some crazy loon. “There lives another society among us, a good portion of said society live right here in New York City across the five boroughs. Sheriff Wolf here is the- uh, peacekeeper for said group. You were the first officer to come to mind for this position.”

“What kind of secret society are we talking about?”

“Fairy tale creatures.”

A part of you never stopped believing in that kind of stuff, especially with some of the weird things that have popped up on the news recently. Photos of creatures that can’t be explained, videos that weren’t ever proven to be edited, miracles that just seemed to pop out of nowhere.

You eyed the stranger again before nodding to your captain.

“Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll help.”

Your captain’s shoulders slouched a bit in relief before he smiled at you.

“Thank you, Officer (L/n).” He motioned to the Sheriff as he stood. “You’ll be reporting to Sheriff Wolf here until this situation is done. He will give you all of the details.”

Sheriff Wolf pocketed the item - which, now that you got a good look at it - looked to be a perfume bottle? He walked towards the door and opened it, waiting for you to get up and pass through before he followed soon after. You uttered a soft ‘thank you’ before you both walked together towards the elevator.

You both stood in silence as the metal shaft rolled down. You stared at the numbers ticking down, wondering to yourself about what you possibly could have just gotten yourself into. You worried at the inside of your cheek and figeted with your hands until the doors swing open at the chime. You both started off for the front door of the station.

“So-”

“Not here,” he cut you off. He flinched at his own words. He stuck his hand out to hail a taxi. “Not here, there’s too many people. I’ll explain it all when we get there.”

A taxi driver finally caught sight of the sheriff and quickly pulled up to the curb. You were about to start for the other side when he opened the door for you once again. You couldn’t help the little flutter in your stomach at just a normal gesture as you quickly climbed in.

The Woodlands. You glanced at the seemingly solid gold plate slapped onto the stone pillar as you wait for Sheriff Wolf to pay for the taxi. You peered through the wrought iron fencing at the towering building. It looked as though they were luxury apartments and nothing more. It could use a good powerwashing, though. Other than that, from what he barely told you in the taxi, this would be where you were going to stay for a little while if you wanted. You honestly wouldn’t mind it; No crazy traffic, not getting wet when it pours, you get to stay in bed longer.

“So you’re all, um, fairy tale creatures?” you tried to strike up a conversation.

“Yeah.” Something told you he wasn’t exactly the type for small talk, but the silence between you both was suffocating. The sheriff opened the gate for you as you both walked towards the front doors to the apartment. “Gonna stop by the Business Office. Snow will wanna meet you if she’s still there.”

You beat him to the entrance this time, holding the door open for him to which he gave you a semi-amused look. As you stepped inside, it really was a shock at how dated the lobby was. Hell, it even had a security guard asleep at the front desk, slumped over the desktop, hat covering his bald spot as he drooled on his tie. The carpet was so discolored from packed on dirt, the wallpaper was stained from years of neglect, the chandelier in the center had a few bulbs that were that spiders had claimed to be their new homes.

Maybe you wouldn’t stay here…

“Snow? As in Snow White?” you asked as he called in an elevator.

How bad would that be if the lobby looked like this? Did you just sign your death certificate?

The sheriff hummed in agreement as he pulled out a carton of cigarettes, a brand you’ve never seen before: Huff n’ Puffs. He tapped the bottom so only one cigarette popped out the top and he took it with his teeth. He fished out his lighter but stopped before he could light the flame, eyeing you.

“You good if I smoke?” he asked you rather politely.

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

He lit the cigarette and pocketed his metal-plated lighter, making sure to blow the cigarette smoke away from you. You could smell that the cigarette was stale and a little old, but the way he scrunched his nose a bit drove it home.

‘What fairy tale creature was he?’ you couldn’t help but think.

He didn’t look like any you’d recognize.

“Are you also a- uh- fairy tale person or…?”

He eyed you, throwing his brows up before puffing out another plume of smoke.

“Yeah.”

The elevator finally opened up, allowing you both to enter. You watched as he hit a button and the doors closed with an eerie creak before it jutted back to life. You were lying to yourself if you said you weren’t afraid of the thing collapsing underneath you and plummet into the basement.

“We never properly introduced ourselves.” You wanted to smack yourself across the face. Really? You bring that up now? He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, puffing out another plume away from you. “I’m (Y/n).” You stuck your hand out for him to shake. “You don’t have to say the whole Officer (L/n) schpiel, just (Y/n) is fine.”

He eyed your hand before he took it, and holy shit, his hand was big.

It was big and warm and calloused, and very strong. You could tell he was being gentle when he shook your hand.

“Bigby Wolf.”

Bigby? You never heard of a fairy tale character named Bigby Wo-

“Oh! You’re the big bad wolf?” you blurted out as your hands parted.

You felt like an idiot for not getting it earlier. Wow, just looking at him now, it kind of makes sense. But how was he… human?

“You got it right,” he gave an airy chuckle. “It took your captain a minute to get it.”

The elevator came to a direct stop, nearly toppling you over as the doors swung open. You quickly exited the damn thing, telling yourself you’ll take the stairs from now on as you followed Bigby down the halls.

“So - if you don’t mind me asking - how are you… human? Is that correct?”

“Normally, Fables that aren’t human need something called a glamour to make ‘em look human - to fit into the Mundy world.” He stopped and looked at you. “Mundies are people like you; Human.” He continued down the hall. “I didn’t need one after what Snow did to me before we all came here.” You briefly wondered what she did, but he filled in the blank for you. “She stabbed me with a special blade covered in werewolf blood.”

So he’s a werewolf? Like, a big, tall, hairy wolf man werewolf? Does he go crazy on full moons? Is that something you have to worry about now?

“Oh,” was all you could say. Your eyes briefly went to down to his coat pocket to see the faint outline of the perfume bottle. “Do you mind if I ask you another question?” He looked at you, stopping before a door and putting his hand on the door knob. “You had like a perfume bottle in your hand back in the captain’s office. What was that for?”

“It’s some magic shit the witches on the thirteenth floor concoted. It’s supposed to knock whoever out for a few minutes and make them forget about Fables. I would’ve used it on you if you said no.” He turned towards the door, looking at you barely over one of his broad shoulders. “Brace yourself, this isn’t shit you see everyday.”

What could he mean by that?

He opened the door and your jaw dropped. The place was fucking massive. Not only was it large enough to fit an entire circus in, it was also towering! You swore your entire station could fit in here with room to spare. You walked in, passing Bigby who was looking at you amused with his arms crossed. Your eyes scanned the towering bookshelves of books magically moving around and sorting themselves, spying the magical trinkets and statues that lined the carve outs of the wall. And the fucking ship. You watched as a fucking pirate ship lazily floated on by, the wood softly creaking as it turned in the air like it had down for so long.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. “This is your office?” you gawked as you looked back at Bigby.

The sheriff laughed. He actually laughed, the cigarette nearly falling from his mouth.

“Fuck no. My office is basically a glorified broom closet,” he walked past you. He eyed the three empty desks in the middle of the floor with a short frown. He sighed through his nose and took out the now near-burnt out cigarette before he snuffed it out on the heel of his dress shoe. “Stay here,” he looked at you, “I’m gonna go see if Snow’s still here.” You nodded silently, quickly wondering why he looked up at the ceiling as he walked away. “And don’t be scared if a green monkey with wings falls from the rafters, he’s just drunk.”

Your eyes widened as you watched him disappear behind a bookcase. You turned around, looking at all of the magical items that littered the room in awe.

You understood why something like this had to be kept a secret, but holy shit, this was wonderful.

You spied something out of the corner of your eye and slowly walked towards it. Stashed in between two rows of bookshelves laid a large mirror with a very intricately wound golden frame. It looked to be freshly dusted unlike most of the other items in the room. As you approached it, you quickly found yourself slightly dizzy as the mirror swirled to life with hazy green swirls. A theater mask appeared before you, no face or body attached. It blinked at you and smiled softly as the mirror hummed with life.

“Welcome home, such as it is. This squalid office, these corrupted streets, they are yours now, and are bound to them.”

It was hypnotizing, your body relaxing in the green glow as you stared at the mask before it quickly faded away. You blinked, seeing that the mirror had returned to just that, and Bigby was now standing next to you.

“I never understand the damn thing,” he grunted and looked at you. “Snow isn’t here, probably went out for the rest of the day doing Deputy Mayor shit. I need to do some paperwork on you before we can actually start, come on.”

You were hesitant to leave the office so soon but you figured it wouldn’t be wise to make a bad impression on your first day. You followed him out and back down the office before stopping before another door similar to the Business Office. The same standard door with the same color of frosted glass for the exception of the writing of just his name.

He stilled his hand on the doorknob before looking at you sheepishly.

“I wanna start off by saying that I’m sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting to actually get the help I need.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You should see what some of the cubicles look like at my current station.”

“Oh, I know,” he wore a look of disgust, “I smelled the shit the second I stepped into the building.”

“My old station had worse.”

Bigby shuddered, his thoughts now running rampant at just the smells he could conjure up. That was horrifying.

He turned the knob and opened the door, still holding a little bit of embarrassment on his face as you fully saw his office.

It wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t great either. The walls which probably were painted white originally were now stained yellow probably from his smoking. You spied an extra large ash tray that looked to be from the 70’s when smoking wasn’t yet linked to so many horrors filled to the brim with a tower of snuffed out cigarette butts. There were files everywhere, some opened, most were closed. The file cabinets all sat overstuffed, his desk was covered with mugs of half-drunk coffee, his metal-mesh trash can was filled with dead pens and crumbled up paper balls. His poor office didn’t even have a window to even air out the smell, just a rinky dink fan in the corner.

There was something nailed to the flimsy drywall on the back wall, a plaque in the shape of the typical shield used for law enforcement and military. A gold panel had his name scripted, and underneath commended him for-

Three centuries of service?!

How old was this guy?

#the wolf among us #twau #bigby wolf #bigby wolf x reader #bigby x reader

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linkbetweenlinks · 10 months

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I had a few thoughts over your break. So I figured I'd just compile them instead of spamming you with posts for each individual thought. 1. We REALLY overthought the whole situation with the mech and Wild's sage powers. Because if he does become a sage, then presumably he'd be able to make an Avatar like the other still-living sages, and thus have that power and control Mineru's mech in his stead. 2. If Wild has blue blood, then does that mean that effect his appearance at all? If Zelda kisses him on the cheek is his face just going to light up because of his blush? 3. I've noticed in a lot of Linked Universe AUs, Four and Twilight tend to hide the full extent of their powers. Mainly Four being, well, four people. And Twilight hiding his Wolf form. But would Wild's sage powers let him figure this out? Recognizing that Four has 4 souls, or that "Wolfie" has Twilight's soul?

its good to be back and ooh wow lots of thoughts! lets unpack them together~

1. Holy shit you're right, we really needed to step back and look at the bigger picture for that one. Wild being able to summon his own avatar though could cause some hilarious pranks tho-

2. Blue blood would slightly alter his appearance, but not entirely. Things like the inside of his mouth and just other normally pink orifices would tint more blue than pink. Skin wouldn't flush red but wouldn't glow blue either, the skin would simply darken appreciably. Arguably, Wild blushing in any sort of way would turn him less blue and more thay deathly grey type skin. But that's just scientifically speaking.

3. Well, Wild already knows about Wolfie. But remember in my headcanon he already had an affinity with spirits (cos canonically the stones only amplify powers, don't give powers), so I'd argue even before totk he would be able to tell that Wolfie was Twi. As for Four, I think he felt something 'off' in a sense pre-totk, but after he returns with the stone yeah he definitely knows now. But he's great at keeping secrets so it's fine. You know what else it means? All those masks Time has stashed away? Yeah, Wild can definitely sense them and their power now.

#linked universe #lu #lu wild #tears of the kingdom #botw #breath of the wild #lu headcanons #totk #totk spoilers

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 1 year

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Dark! Aemondx reader

Five elements part 2♡

Warnings: Not so feministic Aemond, abuse on the half blinded (Aemond) smut and kinks definitely some praise kink mc, they all need therapy, spankings and implied martial abuse. Non con kissing and willingly for other things. Incest as Aemond is sorttaa related to baratheon (is he? *music stops*) and incest and also dirty daydreaming and fantasying .

Taglist: @iiamthehybrid @winxschester

Concept: Aemond comes wife hopping at Storm's end and you and your sisters are first getting tasted before he makes his choice. Very sub mc and dom aemond but also aemond with her sister's and mc watching.

Robert: I hate all Targaryens

Aemond:

Robert; he's cool tho

There is a brief moment before panic erupts under all of you. Your mother comes over as well, horror written across her face. 'Prince Aemond, I must insist that you behave yourself under our roof. These are my daughters, and your future wife is among them. You will not taste them, and you will most certainly not question their innocence.' Your mother wants to do even more like smack his head against a wall and yell at the prince, but your father calls her back, horrified and embarrassed.

You realize your mother is about to be punished. He has not done that in years. The last time was during a supper. He grabbed and dragged her away to their bedchamber. You heard about what husbands do with their wives when they are disobedient. 'Elenda, get here.' He does not even yell. Your mother freezes up at his strict voice.

Aemond's lips smack, in amusement and cruel sadism. He is like a little boy who gets told by his father that he is right to bully his siblings. 'Seems like you got yourself into some trouble, my lady.' He mocks her openly. 'Do not worry about your girls. They are in good hands. ' He says with a cold smirk. Your father drags your mother away.

The prince walks over to the throne not long before sitting down on it. One of the guards, you know him as Edan Stone, is brave enough to confront him. ‘My prince, that seat is not yours.’

The only sound the Targaryen prince makes is a soft chuckle. ‘You must not be aware of how politics work. Well, what do I expect from a mere soldier? You never had a proper education. You would not dare even question my motives if you did.’’ His voice is much sharper and becomes louder with every passing word. Ellyn reaches for your hand, squeezing it tightly when softly muttering that she would like to go to her rooms again. You agree. Everything is better than enduring this. 'now leave us all.' The guards leave the room.

The prince cocks his head at her, noticing her tears and her trembling hands. He has the smile of a wolf who sees a deliciously easy lamb to rip apart. ‘You, get here.’ He is not just calling her over, he is commanding her. Maris shakes her head at Ellyn but Ellyn does not have her courage. She slowly makes her way to Aemond.

You can see the jealousy in Floris’s eyes grow, just as her smirk as she thinks of a clever little plot. You and Maris share a glance and seem to think the same. ‘Princess Rhaenyra was allowed to sit in that chair, when she had her suitors come over. I am sure that father would not mind sharing his seat with his future son in law.’ Floris speaks, quickly interrupting Aemond and trying to steal away the attention from her sister. Aemond sinks back in the chair, resting his arms on the armrests. He forces his head against the back of the chair and gestures for Ellyn to come closer.

She hesitates. He chuckles before getting up. ‘I do not think I have ever been denied before by any woman.’ He ignores Floris and by his smirk you can tell its on purpose. He grabs Ellyn by her waist, ignoring her protests and whimpers when he is a bit too rough. He forces her head closer to his own and kisses her on her lips. She tries to break free desperately as if she is a bird in the mouth of a cat. You watch, frozen when your sisters are fed up with Aemond. Ellyn catches her breath and he uses that opportunity to force his tongue in her mouth. He grabs her chin and holds her during the kiss, so she has no chance of escaping.

Once he is finished, he drops her as if she is nothing, moving on to his next target. It is quite amusing watching him count you and your sister and realizing that one is missing. It is even more amusing when he realizes someone has snuck behind him, and you are laughing when Maris smacks him across his arrogant face, leaving a good red mark.

Ellyn uses this to escape and rushes to your side across the room, before crying out in your arms. She probably imagined her first kiss differently.

Cass takes the pitcher from the servant and fills her cup before raising it to Maris. Floris looks horrified and tries to earn his love by rushing to his side and offering her help and support. You are the only one staying far away. ‘Get off of me, wench.’ He groans at Floris as she touches his face. She obeys him, shocked that she is for once not the thing everyone wants.

‘You,’ he sounds even more hateful than before. Maris makes a curtsy and lowers her eyes but they are twinkling with mischief. You release a laugh. The prince’s head briefly snaps towards you before glaring at you. You stop laughing. Cass stops drinking and watches the exchange between the two of them, worried.

Maris and your sisters enjoy this victory and his shame and humiliation of being beaten by a girl for a brief moment. Then, you all regret it. He grabs Maris by her throat, squeezing it so harshly you can see his fingerprints on it. He grins, laughing as if he has gone insane. ‘Apparently you are a bit jealous. Do not worry, you are next.’ He groans in her face, dragging her to the throne.

‘You are an insolent stupid, ignorant, dumb little-’ He scolds when sitting down and taking her on his lap. You never saw anything like that before and have trouble looking away. You watch as his hands go over her neck, to her back, and to her behind...

Ellyn clutches to Cass’s side. ‘What will he do with her? We need to get father. He will stop this madness.’ You doubt it.

You hear Maris cry out and realise that Aemond has hit her. 'You can't hit a lady!' Your sister Cass roars angry. 'You are a despicable little beast.'

The prince scoffs unbothered and even smiles when Maris whimpers terrified of him. 'But I can spank her. This is nothing unusual for a wife and her husband.' You know what that word means from a few books Cassandra reads sometimes and watch as your sister lies over his legs getting punished by the prince. She keeps quiet mostly and he hates it. He does everything in his power to make her scream, cry or to even beg him.

The way he hits her looks so painful. You can almost feel his hands on your flesh hitting you. You see her ashamed cheeks turn red and watch as she tries to fight but eventually accepts her punishment. Aemond has not stripped her, as he is not her lord husband yet. He has no right, yet.

When Maris is properly tamed and done for She is lifted. He grabs her by her throat as a warning and feels her breasts with his hands. You watch fascinated and worried as he smashes his lips on her own kissing her. Maris moans and feels his knees where she was laying moments earlier. You feel a strange thirst. You feel yourself become breathless.

The prince sends her away.

'Anyone else who needs to be taught a lesson?' He eyes you and your sisters, eager to punish whoever might defy.

You bite your lip and raise your chin; making direct eye contact with the prince. He grins and raises a brow at you before patting his knee, inviting you over. You quickly blush and back away, hiding from him. He chuckles.

You quickly glance back at your feet. That was poor timing on your behalf. You scold yourself in your head. Your other sister, meanwhile, sits the throne. Floris slowly takes off her dress, revealing her breasts. Aemond seems interested and comes over. He grabs her and forces her to stand. She kisses him desperate like lovers do.

Floris subtly drops her gown a bit, showing more of her breasts. Aemond grins before touching her nippels and biting her neck as if he is an animal. You watch as the two of them kiss each other passionately. Aemond slams her against the throne and spreads her legs...

Your mouth turns dry as his hands vanish under her skirts touching her. She lets out cries of pleasure. You wonder how he is touching her. How is making her feel that good. If he can make you, feel that good.

Someone squeezes you, and you are startled. Cass glares at you. 'Bentha,' She whispers furiously. 'You are watching.'

Your voice cracks and you are in need of a drink.

'I never saw any man-' you try to defend yourself.

Cass sighs. 'I will get you a man, but not him. He will destroy you.' You hear a voice whisper that no man will do that with you what he does.

Floris cries out, and you watch her closely studying her. 'What is happening to her?' Ellyn asks, worried for Floris's safety.

'She has just finished.' Maris responds drly. Ellyn blinks.

Ellyn blushes, hoping she midunderstands it all. 'With what exactly?' You all groan.

The prince sighs and grins as Floris puts her dress back on. He walks back to you all. You watch as he dryly wipes off his fingers on a towel. 'You girls are tameable, it seems.' He makes you all sound like disobedient women.

He counts you all again shoving some of you aside. 'I already kissed you, you and now you...'

You and Cass remain.

'Leaving you two.' He says joyfully. Cassandra sighs before accepting that she is next. She grabs his face gently and kisses his lips before he can even understand what is happening. She also uses her tongue like he did on Ellyn. She grins when he is absolutely shocked and wordless by her bold display.

'That was everyone.' She joyfully says. 'You did it.' She is saving you from him.

Aemond seems that confused that he does not realise that mistake.

'No; Bentha remains.' Floris suddenly rings out joining you.

You feel yourself shake. You gulp.

The prince grabs you by your hips dragging you closer to him. You feel his hot breath on your lips and feel yourself fall. 'You're mine, little stag.'

You gulp. 'Let her be, Aemond. She is the youngest. She has no interest in you.' Maris tries to intervene. It's useless.

Floris growls. 'It's a kiss.' Aemond brings you back to the throne.

You are pushed on his lap, forced to sit. You feel his warmth and sweat unintended. You never were so close to any man.

'I am not sure that is entirely true.' He says once you are sitting. You feel him touch your legs gently. You think of him parting them and feeling you like he did with Floris. What is wrong with you? He hurt your servants.

'Shall we kiss?'

'I want to have a chat with you first.' He saw you. He saw you watch. You blush. 'Yes, I saw you peek when I finished your little sister off. When she came on my lap. I also saw you gawk when I spanked your sister and forced my tongue in your other sister's throat.' He describes it.

'I was worried for their safety-' he laughs.

'I gave all your siblings a little lesson. Ellyn learned how to kiss, Maris learned the value of spankings, Floris learned how to come, and Cassandra learned how to seduce. What do you hope I teach you, little stag?' You are surprised that he even knows your names and who is who. Some servants take years.

He kisses your neck, and you gasp.

'They didn't like their lessons.' You say nervously.

'You are different. I bet you'd be the most wonderful student. So obedient to please your teacher.' Your body reacts so unpleasantly. You are wet.

'I need-' you need to get away from him. Now.

He grins. 'No, little stag. I am not quite finished.'

'Please-' you beg getting up.

'No, I said.' He says strictly and gives you a light smack on your behind. It is not enough force but it turns you on so quickly. You moan even. You blush mortified and ashamed. You definitely liked that. Wether you knew it prior or not. You whimper. You hear him chuckle. 'I will teach you.'

'I will teach you what it means to be a woman.' You watch in horror as he shoves a small silver ring around your finger before grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder. 'Tell Lord Borros I claimed his youngest.' He tells the other girls before carrying you off. 'O, and don't come knocking any time soon.'

/a/n

IF THE DRAGON IS ROCKING DONT COME KNOCKING.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #dark aemond targaryen #house of the dragon fanfiction #dark aemond targaryen x oc #dark aemond targaryen x reader #dark!#head the warnings #dubcon #possible triggering content #She/her reader #AFAB Reader #DarkFantasy #Possible noncon #Possible gore #Old work

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i wrote a Ridiculous thing (the narration style is definitely Out There) to poke at red and hel a bit so have… whatever the fuck this is.

gently tagging @void-botanist

If you were to go into any tavern in any village in (country), and asked someone how the Wolf Queen came to be, if you weren’t arrested first, their hushed whispers would vary. Some think she is a trickster sent far from the west, sent by the goodness of light to punish the old king’s wicked ways. “He gambled and lost,” a farmer would tell you. “And couldn’t live with tha shame n’ died. She sits on tha throne now but that throne’s well n’ cursed, and it’d do ya good not to ask more questions than you need to.”

Others would point out that it wasn’t a divine plot; that the king simply wed her, and in doing so he lost. “That’s why you don’t believe things that are too good to be true.” A barmaid would tell you, as she divvied out stew. “Like that rumored half off special. Pay up for your brew.”

Travel further to the east where the cities are grown; tall buildings of stone that kiss against the sky, and they’ll tell you she killed him, it’s as simple as that.

“Drew her talons cross his neck, and can’t be deader than that.”

Still others might blend a variety of the story, until it’s hard to discern, what parts are true and what’s legend; embellishment or propaganda.

The one person you should listen to, if you ask your peruse, is the one who quirks his brow, with a smirk beguiling and slow, simply looks you in the eyes and asks

“What will you pay to know?”

For that, dear reader, is how our story begins. For one Rosmarin Red, bloody scythe in her hand.

The blood dripped onto the tavern floor; plip plip; and yet the tavern raged on around them, as though neither of them spoke at all. From a contract she came, to put food in her stomach and a warm pillow under her head. The killing kind; of course, any one you who earned your ire. Petty mistresses in their beds, or off with landlord’s heads. As such and still, her dead eyes bore holes into this smart mouthed stranger, daring him to oppose.

The man didn’t seem phased; in fact, it’s as though he was expecting her. He leaned on his arms forward, with his boot, kicked out a chair towards her.

“Sit with me awhile.” He said, taking a drought from his cup. “And regale me. The Red Death, I presume?” The petite girl nodded, then dropped her scythe towards the floor, taking hold of the proffered chair in a dealthy tight hold. She eased herself into it, and if you noticed well; there was no clatter from the instrument’s careless discard.

The man knew it as well, still smiling, still sharp minded. He called a waiter up and ordered the young assassin a cup.

“On me.” He said gently, but the sparkle in his eye was knowing. “Who was it who taught you that rhyme?”

“I don’t know.” Red said back. “Not by name.”

“I imagine you kill many who you don’t remember at all?” He asked with a smile hidden into his mug. “No.” She did not smile, nor sip. She continued to bore holes in him; anyone else would squirm stiff. But the man knew his worth, and knew he was valuable at least not to kill, so he relaxed even further, swirling the drink in his hand and contemplating his fill.

“News of you has reached my ears.” He tried for another approach. “Heard you would come looking for me, one day or another.”

“Then you know why I’m here.” The assassin said tersely. “So what do I owe you.” The man clicked his tongue, for the game had just begun.

“Impatience, my dear, is a virtue on occasion. But not now, at least. I’ll offer you a deal—you offer me your finest possession and I’ll give you the answer you seek.”

Red considered this. Considered it well. So hard in fact that it was near dawn when she answered.

“I have no money to offer you, nor children to sell. I have no clothes other than the blood covered ones that hang to my back. No riches, nor connections can this deal between us bring. But I do have myself, and any services you ask of me.”

After saying it soft like a midnight chime, Red pressed her face to the table, hiding her eyes.

“… Please.” She whispered finally, though elaborate she did not. At the heartfelt display, the man would admit he was touched.

“Raise your head, sweet Red, no need to grovel just yet. The night is older than we shall be. Come, I will give you lodgings for the night, and then in the marrow, our exchange we shall write.”

#writing is an art form and i’m getting experimental #ren writing #s: red and hel #it’s supposed to have a sing song kinda cadence but #that’s hard to do outside of my head LMAO #also there are so many typos in this it’s insane LMAO #s: rdof

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ladyviolethummingbird · 1 year

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The Gloaming

An Outlander/Jane Eyre crossover

Read chapter 1 here

Read chapter 2 here

Chapter 3: Wolverton Hall

An imposing grey stone building, Wolverton Hall looked like the kind of place that would be draughty even in the summer. A thick wood bordered it on two sides and in the pale morning sun it almost melted into the landscape. Boots crunching on the gravelled forecourt, Jamie headed towards the front door. Made of oak, it held a sizeable wrought iron dragon’s head as a knocker. Rapping with the metal ring, he took a fortifying breath and waited.

The minutes ticked by and Jamie wondered if the servants had been given the day off. At length, the door opened and he was greeted by a man in his mid-thirties wearing a fine blue coat. Jamie stuck out a hand by way of introduction.

“James Fraser, pleased to make your acquaintance, Sir”

The man in the blue coat’s eyes widened as he took Jamie in.

“Good heavens man, what happened?! Are you all right?”

No overcoat, arm in a sling, suit torn and muddied: Jamie looked quite the sight. As first impressions go, it was a terrible one. His face fell, convinced he’d be turned away from the house before even starting his new job.

“I ah...got into a spot of bother on the way here from Lerwick. But if ye have a laundry I can use...”

“Oh don’t worry about any of that, I’ll have one of the maids sort some clean clothes for you. Do you need a doctor?”

“No, I’m fine; really, Mr...?”

“Abernathy, Joseph Abernathy. I’m the butler here at the hall.”

To Jamie’s great relief Mr Abernathy had a kind face and, smiling, ushered him into the house.

“Now, if you’re sure you’re all right Mr Fraser, at least let me take your bag for you.”

“Thank ye, Mr Abernathy”

Jamie followed his host through to a wood-panelled parlour. Hunting trophies adorned the walls and suspended from the ceiling was a candelabra at least triple the size of a carriage wheel. Mr Abernathy poured Jamie a glass of whisky and bid him to wait while he went to speak to the cook about lunch.

Settling into a plush leather armchair, Jamie sipped his drink - enjoying the heat it brought to his belly. His chair was positioned beside a sizeable fireplace, the fire within crackling and popping as it warmed the room considerably, allowing his bones to begin to thaw from the chilled morning’s walk. Despite this, Jamie noticed a definite coldness to the house. It felt like he’d walked into a museum rather than a family home.

After being provided with fresh clothes and a bowl of warm water to clean himself up, lunch was served in the butler’s sitting room. Jamie was presented with a steaming bowl of stew and a large chunk of crusty bread, his empty stomach grumbling from the mere site of it. The meat it contained was was juicy and tender, leaving Jamie struggling to remember when he’d eaten a cut that wasn’t sinewy and requiring several minutes of chewing in order to swallow it. Those times, he dared to hope, were in the past and he wolfed the meal down, eagerly accepting seconds.

While they ate Mr Abernathy told him about Wolverton Hall. Built by Lord Jonathan Randall in the 1720s, it had remained in the family ever since. The present occupants were the English widow of the late Lord Franklin; Lady Claire and their son Fergus. Eight years old and with a mop of wild brown curls, he was a cheeky lad with a good heart. The information put Jamie at ease considerably.

“Is the family home at present?”

“No, her ladyship and Master Fergus are away on business. We’re not expecting them back until early next week”

Jamie breathed a sigh of relief. His shoulder would be healed by then; the last thing he wanted was his new employer to think he was unfit to perform his duties.

After lunch, Mr Abernathy showed Jamie to his new room. At the workhouse, bed was a canvas cot in a room with twenty seven others. At the blacksmith’s it was a mattress on the floor separated from the workshop by a thin sheet. Walking into his quarters at Wolverton Hall, he was dumbstruck. A canopy bed, writing desk, window overlooking the kitchen garden and a fireplace all to himself. As far as rooms in large houses went, it was perfectly standard, but to Jamie it was a palace.

The rest of the afternoon was spent touring the house and grounds. Marvelling at the fine stable of horses kept at the Estate, Jamie was in awe that all this finery was for the use of just two people. Assuring Mr Abernathy that he was well enough to ride, he saddled a grey speckled mare that afternoon and trotted through the wooded paths surrounding the house. There was so many new areas to discover and despite the chill in the air, Jamie was excited to begin work. It gave him a little thrill to know that he’s be back in the saddle again, especially riding horses as fine as those kept at Wolverton Hall.

As he lay down to sleep that night (on what he was quite certain was the softest bed he’d ever rested upon), Jamie reflected on the day. Despite their short acquaintance, he’d decided Mr Abernathy would be a source of congenial company; something that had been sorely lacking in his life for many years. The Butler was clearly a man of intelligence and Jamie had enjoyed discussing a number of subjects with him over supper. Originally from America, Abernathy had met the Randalls whilst they were travelling through Europe, and having no fixed plans himself had accepted an offer of employment. That had been eight years ago and in spite of the remoteness of the location, he found the situation suited him perfectly.

“Plenty of time for reading, Fraser. My mind can travel, even if my body does not. Do you read?”

Jamie had nodded in the affirmative and they’d spoken of their favourite tomes; Mr Abernathy offering to show him the library the following day.

“It’s an extensive collection, plenty of things to keep one’s wits sharp. Lady Randall is an erudite woman and would be pleased to have another reader in the household I’m sure”

“What else can you tell me of Lady Randall? I’m afraid I know very little of my new mistress”

Abernathy smiled at mention of the lady of the house, telling Jamie that when he’d first met Lady Randall she was one of the funniest and liveliest people he’d come across. Hailing from Oxford, which is where she’d met Lord Randall, they’d married when she was just 17. Doing the quick calculation, Jamie was surprised that a woman of the mistress’ age would be shut away in one of the remotest corners of the country. Intrigued, he wondered if perhaps she’d not recovered from the death of her husband to such a degree that she chose to shut herself away from the world? Keen to understand what he’d be dealing with, he pressed the butler further.

“I hope it isn’t out of place for me to ask, but did the passing of Lord Randall affect her deeply? Does she mourn him still?”

Mr Abernathy’s fork hit his plate with a clang. Collecting himself he quickly stood and began clearing the table.

“Yes very much. A wonderful man was Lord Randall. A great loss to us all”

It had been clear to Jamie that Abernathy was lying, but the butler’s diverted gaze told him that the subject was closed. Lying in bed hours later, Jamie pondered the reason for Abernathy’s reaction. Had Lady Randall been driven mad by grief? Was he worried that Jamie would leave if he knew the true state of his mistress?

Jamie did not have too much time to ponder this, as with a full stomach and a comfortable place to sleep for the first time since he’d been forced from his beloved Lallybroch, he was soon drifting into a blissful slumber. When dreams came however, they were not of Wolverton Hall but the golden eyes and gentle touch of the mystery woman in the forrest. Jamie smiled in his sleep.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #thanks for reading #the gloaming #fanfic #jane eyre

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Kent the Siren - Fluff Alphabet Part 2

Fandom: Wednesday

I'm really really sleepy and I hope my characterization is good but I'm having such fun.

Activities – What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?: He's pretty active and likes spending time with his sister and friends, loves swimming and being a Dumb Teenage Boy, and just wants to be around you a lot.

If you're reading or working on something he will get bored pretty quick and try to occupy himself, you'll hear him shuffle around then start humming to himself. Next thing you know he lets out a yelp and you find he's spent the last 8 minutes shooting rubber bands at his phone and one backfired and got him in the eye.

He really likes going to the movies with you, isn't picky about the genre. Never fails to try the old yawn-and-arm-around-the-shoulder trick.

Boo! – How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?: He likes coming up behind you and going "Boo!" thinks it's quite a laugh until he really startled you once and got punched in the face by accident. Learned his lesson but you felt really bad for hurting him to he just kind of leaned on you with a little frown for a bit.

If you're okay with him continuing to do that though, he'll sneak up and wrap you in a hug (arms safely pinned to prevent being punched) and rest his head on your shoulder. Stands there swaying you both back and forth a little.

Now if you do that to him, it's not so fun (to him.). Divina used to get him all the time yelling "Boo!" and when you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine while he was talking to Xavier, you got him good. Jumped straight up and let out a little scream, very embarrassed, Divina knew exactly how he'd react and recorded the whole thing.

Comfort – How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or try to handle it themselves?: Kent isn't the best with words for comforting you, both him and his sister tend to just rant to the other then stew in their own problems, but if you're different he tries to help. If you need a shoulder to cry on he's there, rubbing your arm and trying to help you calm down. He's not great at problem solving but he does his best to distract you and get your mind off what happened

He definitely comes to you when he needs comfort. You always make him feel better anyway and he's not a 'lone wolf' kind of guy, he and his sister were always attached at the hip but now he goes straight to you, will be sulking as he looks for you, really just wants you to hold him.

Gifts – What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?: Like a true Siren, one of his go-to gifts for you is little trinkets and pretty stones he finds while diving anywhere he goes. It may be a bit old fashioned for his kind, and sometimes he'll get a bit bashful when he realizes he just spent two hours collecting a pouch of things to give you while you've been sitting with your feet in the water waiting for him to return.

Hold – How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…: Cute lovey boyfriend who will stand behind you and wrap his arms over your chest and put his chin on your head/shoulder (I adore this).

When he starts getting tired he likes to just lay on you, between your legs with his head on your chest and will mumble while he talks to you/anyone and really likes if you play with his hair

He usually sleeps on his side and likes facing you and having one arm around you holding you close, he sleep talks pretty often too. Just quiet mumbles with his lips against your hair and if you listen closely you can understand a little of it.

Doesn't really think to hold your hand but he's happy if you take his, will look down at your hands together and grin at you. If he notices you didn't grab his hand after a while though gets a little put out and takes your hand, taking a show doing so.

#Kent the Siren x reader #Kent the Siren imagine #Kent x reader #Kent imagine #Wednesday x reader #Wednesday imagine #my stuff #Kent the Siren

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mxthxbot · 5 months

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The Rest’s Return

Paris… Did you miss me? No, only Chat Noir huh? Right.. of course

Aaah so glad to be back home~ that designing intern felt like forever but I learned so much! Ah so much to do to catch up, where do I go? Who do I see? What should I do?

Y’know.. going on tour with your rockstar dad sounds amazing in theory. But not when your dad is Jagger Stone… he’s my idol and everything but hell, he makes the strangest requests every day. I think imma pass on the next time he offers…

Did I get caught on camera again by the sky demons…? Yes. Did I also destroy their base? Also yes.

From one base to another… I’ve always hated traveling…

Oh come on… you can’t be serious? Wonhyuk snuck out again?! But he was on duty!

Nothing’s more free than swimming with your soul brother. No rules, no lessons.

Has it been months? Really? Or a year?

Okay you immortal, stop being so insensitive to time. It’s been a long time for the others. Smile, be nice, interact with others. I’ve been wanting to interact with the children that come into the cafe again, they’re the only one who gives me pets anymore.

Right, as much as I enjoy coming back to Earth after all these political journeys, I don’t enjoy the constant threat that Arcadia seems to always be in. I’ll take care of it, just give me five minutes and it’ll be over.

Pose bitches, it’s a new day after… whatever time doesn’t matter

This is definitely a perfect breakfast.

Wait, you’re telling me that people really believe this place is haunted? Oh they’re dumb dumb.

Lunch date with me myself and I

Don’t tell Mateo, but you’re definitely a better cuddler

He won’t notice… right? Oh who am I kidding? Of course he’s gonna notice! The wolf ears and tail are gone!

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#felix🐾#jimin🐞#cya ✨#wonho➖#shownu🌫️#beomgyu🫐#wonhyuk🟢#junji ⚝#solar 🔹#marc🎤#jax🐾#alec⛈️#mateo🐺#mason♾️#Aj🚩

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houseofperfecttaste · 1 year

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Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun(2)

Outer Banks x Teen Wolf PT.2

WARNINGS: Fighting scars, , R@pe talk.

*This isn't going to follow the Teen Wolf movie plot exactly because I wanna get right to the point in some areas. For the sake of the story pretend Dereks loft was in the middle of the woods :)*

It's been about five years since you left Beacon Hills and you and Rafe have been together for those five years. Your life has been quiet thank god, not having to deal with the supernatural for years. You've of course talked to Scott, your mom, and some of the others on occasion. No one in Outer Banks knows your secret but they're definitely starting to be suspicious of some of the scars on your body, wounds that your super healing couldn't fully heal. The group including Rafe also noticed your eyes glowing when you got insanely pissed at a guy one night. Rafe was always the one to comment on the scars that ran across your back.

It was after a 10-hour shift at The Wreck and you had been sleeping over Rafes for the past couple of days so you headed over after work hopping in his shower. You knew he would be home soon after a long day at the course. You were letting the water cascade down your body and you heard the door open knowing it was Rafe. "Hey ba-" His sentence was cut short when seeing the laceration scars across your back. "What are these?" Rafe whispered running his finger across them.

"I don't want to talk about it. Bad memories." You whispered back leaning back into him his arms wrapping around your waist kissing your shoulder. "Okay, baby. I'm all ears if you ever wanna talk." He reassured smiling against my neck and running his hands over my stomach. "You wouldn't understand Rafe. Very few can understand." He didn't know what to say knowing that if you said he wouldn't understand you meant it and he didn't want to push it. He didn't let him stop from wondering what happened to you. He wasn't stupid he knew they were whip lacerations and the thought of that happening to you made him sick. He would probably have a heart attack if he found out everything.

You were at Rafes end of summer party and everyone was wasted out of their minds. You were drunk as hell due to the wolfs-bane in your drink. During the summer you made friends with a girl at your job and you became very good friends and you guys knew each other's secrets (most of them.) One thing you knew is that she had a restraining order against her r@pist. You were standing in the kitchen sipping on your mixed drink looking around the party. Your eyes landed on the drunken girl and the same guy she told you about. You slammed your drink down marching over and pushing him away from her.

"Get the fuck away from her." Your voice was stern and hard glaring at him. "It's fine, she's my girlfriend." He tried making your face turn in disgust and your glare turning even harsher. "I'll call the cops right fucking now." He put his hands up in defense a smile on his ugly ass face knowing I knew. "I'm innocent, the bitch is just fucking crazy." You cocked your head to the side your tongue poking your cheek. "What the fuck did you just say? I'm gonna give you a chance to walk away." He crossed his arms thinking he would win just because he was bigger than me. I could fucking kill him in a second if I wanted to.

When he realized I wasn't to back down he scoffed turning to walk away. "It's not r@pe if she liked it." He said under his breath and you grabbed his shoulder turning him around and punching him right in the middle of his face. A whole circle formed around you guys including Kie, Rafe, JJ, Pope, and so on and so forth. You threw multiple punches at him your face stone cold as the pogues and Rafe were watching in shock and terror. They've never seen you angry and this went from 0 to 100 real quick. Since they were all relatively in front of you they all could've sworn they saw your eyes glow red. They never said anything they just blamed it on the strobe lights.

You were sleeping in Rafes' bed on your side of the bed the same dream occurring the past few months. It was Allison well a form of Allison and she was in distress screaming for help and it's all that would happen before the dream ended. This time she seemed so real, the screams sounded real and you were there with her trying to save her but she kept getting farther away. "Allison! Allison! Allison!" You chanted in your dream. Rafe woke up to you screaming a name in fear and hyperventilating in your sleep. "Baby! Y/N! Y/N!" He shook you until you woke up and your eyes shot open tears rolling down your face as you were sweating and your chest heaving.

"You're safe baby. You're okay I'm here." He moved the blankets off of you to cool you down and turned his fan on sitting in front of you on the bed. "Are you okay love?" He rubbed his hands up and down your arms as you nodded even though you weren't. "Can I ask something?" He knew not to ask about your past but it was worth a shot. "Of course." You whispered grabbing the water from the nightstand. "Who's Allison?" You took a gulp of your water slowly putting the cap back on deciding on whether to say anything or not.

"Uh, she was my best friend. My brother's first love. She died for me. She pushed me out of the way. We couldn't save her." You whispered closing your eyes as you relived one of the worst nights of your life. "I'm so sorry baby. But that's not your fault, she loved you and you can't blame yourself for not being able to save her." He tried to reassure. The thing was you would've been able to save her but she wasn't in pain, you can't take away pain if there's none. "Goodnight baby." You kissed him laying back down with Rafe wrapping his arms around you from behind. When you woke up you informed Rafe that you were going to go back home(new home) for a few days to clear your mind.

You were chilling in your room watching tv when all of a sudden you got a text from Liam only saying 'We got a problem.' You sat up in bed abruptly. You called Liam chewing your lip. "What kind of fucking problem?" You immediately asked when he picked up the phone. "I'm good Y/N, how are you." You laughed at his sassiness pinching the bridge of your nose. "Yeah, I'm great Dunbar. What is the problem?" "Uh, the Nogistune escaped. Onis are back. You know same old same old." You knew he was nervous and you gulped hard. "How'd he escape?" "A hooded figure freed him. I don't know who it is." "Okay, I'll be back in Beacon Hills as soon as possible." You hung up calling Scott immediately after.

"Liam text you?" He immediately asked. "Yeah with no explanation at all." You laughed as did he agreeing Liam did the same thing to him. "Dunbar hasn't changed. So are you going back to Beacon Hills?" "I don't think I have a choice, Scott. I'm packing now and I'll be back home the first chance I get. It's going to come back after us and we'll get killed if we don't fight." The conversation continued as you grabbed your bag and keys leaving the house and heading to the airport texting your aunt and uncle saying you were going back home for a few. Kie hid behind the bathroom door so she wouldn't be caught eavesdropping on your conversation. Kiara heard you leave the house but you were already long gone. Kie rushed out of the house heading to the Chateau texting Sarah to have Rafe head there too.

"Guys! Guys!" She yelled sprinting up to the porch and flinging the door open. "You good Kie?" JJ asked standing up and heading over to her and she shook her head. "It's Y/N, she's going back home and she was on the phone with her brother talking about how something is after them and they might get killed." She rushed out in one breath and everyone was confused telling her to slow down. "What the fuck do you mean she'll get killed?" Rafe asked standing up and running his hands over his buzzcut. "I don't know Rafe! All I heard was that if they don't fight they get killed! It's all I heard!" The whole group started stressing and worrying sitting down and putting their heads in their hands.

"Okay well, the only option is to go to Beacon Hills after her," Cleo said with a shrug acting like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Alright, let's go." JJ piped up not about to sit around while his friend is in danger. "How the hell are we going to get there?" Pope asked the reasonable question. Rafe and Sarah looked at each other smirking. "Ward's private jet." They all went their separate ways packing and Sarah was of course able to get Ward to give her the plane. They all met up at the plane and loaded their things before starting their journey to California.

You had arrived at Beacon Hills four hours later texting Scott saying he was back at home and that Mom was at work. You entered the house, and Scott instantly wrapped you in his arms. "I've missed you." You whispered into his shoulder hugging him tightly. "I've missed you too." You felt him smile against your head. You guys pulled away and you saw Argent, Lydia, and Derek standing in the kitchen. You hugged all of them then all sat around discovering that you, Scott, Lydia, and Argent have been having the same nightmare/vision about Allison.

"We gotta save Allison," Scott said and you all agreed and found the ritual that you all had to do to help her. You, Scott, Lydia, and Malia made your way into the forest during the night heading to the Nemeton to perform the ritual to break her free. You guys started walking away when nothing started to happen but as you started walking you heard the tree start crackling and when you turned around the stump was glowing and soon enough a naked Allison was laying on the tree stump unconscious. You rushed her to the hospital, your mom getting her into a room.

When Allison woke up she snuck out of her room and you all split up to try and find her but she kicked your asses each time someone got a hold of her. She left the hospital while you and Scott ran into Argent and Deacon. You all looked at each other and ran after Allison but she was already gone. "She didn't recognize me," Argent said and Scott agreed. "She was expecting me to say my last name was.." "Hale." Scott and Argent said at the same time. "We need to find Derek." You said looking at Scott and both of you got in his truck using your senses to find him.

"We need to find Derek. Now." You and Scott were able to track him to the high school to see Liam and Hikari standing over Derek ready to fight Allison who was holding her crossbow but ran.

"Go after her, I got Derek." You said heading over to him ripping off a part of your shirt to place on his neck trying to slow and stop the blood. "Eli- find Eli." Derek choked out and you looked up at Liam. "Find him." You told Liam and him and his girlfriend ran off leaving you with Derek. "Stop talking. I got you." You were able to drag him to the car but as soon as you got him in arrows were shot into the tires. You turned around to see Allison walking towards you her crossbow raised at you.

You put your hands up in defense not wanting to have to fight Allison. The Pogues and Rafe tracked your location to the high school and hid in the bushes when seeing you exit the building but to their surprise, you weren't alone. "What the fuck?" Kie gasped when seeing you were carrying someone who was missing a piece of their throat. They watched as you loaded the mystery man into a truck and as a brunette shot the tires and was stalking toward you. "I just want Derek Hale," Allison stated holding her crossbow at your head and you shook your head. "You're not getting him." "Looks like I'll just have to kill you for him."

You knew if Derek didn't get help soon his chance of surviving was low. Allison shot an arrow at you and you caught it throwing it on the ground. She throws her crossbow on the ground grabs her knives and runs toward you swinging at you but you duck and dodge every swing she took at you trying not to fight her. Sheriff Stilinski pulled up and you yelled at him to get Derek in the back of the cop car and take him to the old loft. "Why does that look exactly like Allison?" Sheriff yelled as he and Mason dragged Derek out of the truck and you kept Allison away. "Because it is Allison!" Sheriff's mouth dropped but he knew he didn't have time to talk to you about it at the moment.

Rafe's mouth dropped when hearing you say that because just two days ago you told him that Allison was dead. That she died for you and here he was witnessing you fighting her. Allison cut your knee making you fall and she was about to stab you until Scott ran over and tackled her. "Go with Derek. I got this." You nodded climbing into the car and speeding off. The Pogues left when you left and found a little motel to stay at for the time being. "Okay, so there's a lot to unpack from what we just saw." John B said and everyone nodded never being so confused in their lives.

"T-That girl is supposed to be dead," Rafe said sitting on the bed and running his hands over his buzzcut. "How do you know?" JJ looked at him suspiciously. "The other night Y/N had a nightmare and was screaming 'Allison' in her sleep. When I woke her up she said Allison was her best friend and that she died for Y/N. She pushed Y/N out of the way of something and she got killed." "Well, she looked pretty alive to me," Cleo said making Rafe roll his eyes, he didn't know how that girl was alive but he knew she was supposed to be dead.

Tags: @wh0reforbucknasty @nemtodd-barnes1923 @buckysjuicyplums @queenvane64

#teen wolf #mccall pack #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron imagine #rafe x reader #teen wolf cast #scott mcall #derek hale #allison

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justm3di0cr3 · 4 months

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𝓜𝓮𝓼𝓼𝔂 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸

Note: ok so this is basically a continuation of that drabble I wrote. For now this is an AU but may make it Canon to the story also again this is short @midnightmah07 @viilpstick

"Delih...somethings wrong... "

"so you noticed too?"

Both Isabelle and Adeline were sitting in Isabelle's room. They decided to have a joint study session to complete their homework as dorm duties had monopolized alot of their time for the day and this would be quicker.

"Yea, Poppy seems so... Exhausted... She is so much more-for the lack of a better word 'jumpy' and it's so unlike her. "

"Not to mention her mage stone- these days it's almost always tainted with blot. "

Isabelle finally turned in her chair to face Adeline properly, a look of sympathy on her face.

"I'm honestly worried Delih. Poppy is so bright and cheerful all the time. Now I barely see her leave her room with the exception of classes. Not to mention, she is skipping our tutoring lessons."

"I'm aware. That caught my eye too and somethings definitely up. I don't know about you, but I'm confronting her tomorrow. Whatever it is, it's clearly not good. "

With a nod, Isabelle turned to her homework again, resuming her work as Adeline did the same.

Meanwhile, Poppy layed in bed. Looking around everything in her room was disorganized. For her, It was odd since she was normally so tidy.

She sighed nit wanting to think about it and simply shifted as she now stared at the ceiling.

She was so tired... But why was it that everytime she managed to fall asleep, that same day replayed? It was agonizing, frankly. It was the same each time too. The wolf would eat her mom and then she would find herself scurrying away from the hungry beast as right before she would wake up, the wolf would sink its teeth into her. She would always wake up clutching her neck, afraid that it actually got her.

With no intention of giving into her exhaustion and letting sleep consume her, she sat up and began using magic to make her room presentable to the very least, a distraction of sorts. Normally she wouldn't rely so heavily on magic but these days she couldn't even find the strength to get out of bed.

Once she was done, she stared down at her mage stone. She wasn't dumb as most people assumed. She had clearly noticed the black splotches on the gem.

But with no energy of her own, magic was her last option.

Her pills ran out and she hadn't found the opportunity to purchase them once more and the poppies in her room which would normally be her second option had began wilting.

She really needed to run to the store. She wasn't sure how much more she could go on.

As these thoughts continued, she felt her eyelids grow heavy as she slapped her cheeks lightly.

For a fifteen year old, this was nothing short of torture and as Poppy continued to find ways to keep herself awake she could only wonder... What did she do to deserve all this in the first place?

#Addie's OCs ︵⋆⭒˚.⋆#Adeline ₊˚⊹ ᰔ #Poppy ₊˚⊹ ᰔ #Isabelle ₊˚⊹ ᰔ #Twst #Twisted wonderland #Oc #Twst oc

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xoknowssmut · 1 year

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Wednesday Gets A Taste

Wednesday pulled her braids behind her head, tucking them in the back of her shirt. Then lowered her head into Enid's lap. A timid tongue took a little lap at the clear liquid at the tip of the she-wolf's cock. Wednesday didn't find the taste unpleasant, a bit salty, but as she brought her tongue back into her mouth, a string of Enid's pre-cum stretched from the tip of her lupine arousal to Wednesday's lips.

She felt emboldened, lowering her head again, this time letting her tongue trace lazy circles against the crown of Enid's new toy. Tasting the saltiness of her skin, the muskiness of her pheromones. Enid smelt both feral and fitting, the perfect match for Wednesday's mouth. Winna lowered her mouth, taking all of her glans within it, and Enid's head tossed back in a low howl, her fangs pressing into her skin as she bit her lower lip in pleasure.

The natural act involved pumping in and out, and Wednesday started to do this with her roommate. Taking in an inch at a time, she lowered herself on Enid's feminine manhood. As the wolf-girl relished these feelings, altogether alien and familiar, her hands started to thread through Wednesday's hair. At first delicate and supporting, Enid's nails lightly traced against Enid's raven hair and pale scalp. Wednesday continued to bob up and down, so slowly.

Eventually, though, the nature of the beast is to rut. And Enid wanted more of this sensation. More of this pleasure. And, in her eyes, Wednesday was offering herself plainly to her. Her hands gripped more forcefully, more a simultaneous pulling of the hair and pushing the head down, and Wednesday definitely noticed. A half-cough of surprise came out her nose, as her mouth was quite occupied. Enid pushed down, and Wednesday felt her against the back of her throat.

In her mind, Wednesday analyzed the situation. She knew what Enid would do, having seen acts like this, and (ugh) having heard her parents in their house. So she went back to her sword swallowing tricks, loosening her jaw and relaxing her throat muscles to allow Enid's rapier down her throat. But as she did, she felt the knot growing against the outside of her lips. She knew she'd have to keep that out of her mouth, or Enid would be stuck inside her for who knows how long.

Wednesday took Enid's cock in her throat, pumping softly with her mouth, and taking gulps to stroke the sensitive glans. She knew she had about 45 seconds to make her orgasm before she'd start to panic from lack of oxygen. Rarely a crier, Wednesday's eyes were tearing up as a natural reaction to Enid being so close to her mucosal membranes. She continued to gulp rhythmically and felt her roommate come to the precipice of passion.

Enid held Wednesday's skull against her pelvis as she shot pulse after pulse of her potent seed directly down Wednesday's throat. Wednesday adjusted herself to make sure the sperm went down her esophagus and not her windpipe, but continued to swallow, to coax her roommates need out of her. And, when Enid had finished, Wednesday pulled Excalibur from the stone of her throat. A trail of her lust and Wednesday's saliva landed on Enid's lap.

Both out of breath, Wednesday lay on Enid on the bed. They panted, both lying spent physically.

"When did you learn to do that?" Enid asked her roommate? "I've never felt that before."

"It was just instinct," Wednesday forced the words out between breaths. "Was I OK?"

"OK?" Enid hugged Wednesday despite her discomfort. "You were amazing roomie!"

#wenclair #wenclairnsfw #nsfwwenclair #enid x wednesday #wednesday x enid

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Thicker than Water

i wrote this a few weeks ago but refused to post until I could actually outline the story in it's near-entirety... so here the beginning of it is!

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If anyone ever asked, Lance didn’t like or want children. He was a scary bad boy loner type that kept a wolf for a friend. He gave off an air of villainy and he knew it. And for the most part, no one questioned it. A few people knew it was likely all surface level: Hawke, Fenn, Violet, Jasper. The drinking buddies. They’d never tell a soul or they knew he’d never come back to the tavern to cover their rounds. Obviously Christoph knew, but no one knew Christoph so he had no one to tell. Christoph was a secret and the obvious smoking gun that he was not only very fond of children, but good with them.

If anyone ever asked, Lance had plenty of reasons for not wanting children. He was bad with them (a lie), he didn’t like them (a lie), and he never wanted to subject a child to the life of Irian prince or princess- that he didn’t know how to protect them and keep them free. That latter part was not a lie. Truthfully, the mere thought of his hypothetical child encountering his father made his stomach turn. The concept of Christoph meeting Addis had been the frequent topic of his nightmares, so the idea of a little tyke, half-him and half-her, with her round pretty eyes and broad dimpled grin, being pulled into the nightmare that was an Irian childhood? Lance swore off parenthood even before he’d met her that one strange night in the forest and now that he knew her and could see the future in her eyes? Never. Never in a million blasted years. The Irian royal bloodline could die with him.

For this reason, Lance had always been extremely careful. Before her, he hadn’t been above the occasional one-night stand or short fling, though it was rare- and he left no stone unturned. Potions, spells, whatever was at his disposal, he was using it every single time regardless of complaints or confusion. And thus, there were no purple-haired little Lances running around on the Isle of Colde or anywhere else. He carried these habits into his relationship with her and she’d been glad for his diligence in prevention. She, understandably, had her own reasons to be apprehensive about becoming a parent.

Which was why all of this felt like a nightmare.

“Lance? …Lance? You’re freaking me out, say something!”

He snapped to and blinked up at her, pulling his face out from where it’d been hidden in his palms. When she’d arrived in his quarters that morning, he’d been a bit taken aback by the timing of it: she wasn’t one to rise early on a weekend. He knew, he’d seen how long it took her to wake up when not under the pressure of making it to a class. So when she’d woken him with a series of harsh, rapid-fire knocks to his door and cries of his name, Lance sat up in disoriented shock and let her in immediately. Her eyes were red and puffy, with tears running down her face in rivulets. Her hair was mussed up as though she’d run at a full sprint all the way from dorm Tradis and her hands were shaking around the object she held in her hands. She’d then pushed him back into his room and closed the door firmly behind her, trying to pull her breaths in with shaking gasps. He, panicked, had put his hands on her shoulders and asked her what was wrong, what had happened- and then she’d said it. And he’d noticed it: the glowing little orb contraption she was holding in her hand and the tiny pinprick of blood on her thumb. As though punched, Lance had stumbled back onto the bed, crumpling in horror.

Numbly, he looked her up and down.

“Please, please tell me you’re joking,” he whispered. He knew she wasn’t.

She shook her head and shoved the test out at him. It was clear as day. There was no mistaking the intensity of that color for anything but the strongest of confirmations that she was absolutely, without a doubt, definitely pregnant. Slowly he took the test from her and continued to stare at it as she sniffled above him.

“I, I just thought that I wasn’t feeling good b-because I had a stomach b-bug but Sherry convinced m-me to t-take one this morning just to ch-check…” she sobbed. “I didn’t th-think it’d be positive! I don’t understand how…” At this, she hid her own face in her hands, quivering.

The sight of her sobbing broke him out of his reverie and Lance stood weakly from the side of the bed to pull her into his arms. She buried her face in his chest and he held her in close while he stared off into the middle distance, trying to process it.

He’d done everything right. So had she. And for as much as he didn’t want it to be true, he knew this was his progeny making its way into the world- she was loyal to a fault and would never even imagine straying. So somehow, somewhere, finally, the stars had stupidly aligned in just the wrong way. Potions and spells be damned. She was pregnant.

Lance sat back down and pulled her onto his lap, moving his hand along her hair in rhythmic strokes. Gods, how’d he done this to her? Disbelief was giving way to panic and guilt and he took a deep breath, trying to stem the tide of it. It was enough for her to deal with being tossed into a brand new world, let alone with powers she didn’t understand. But now he’d knocked her up and tied her inexplicably to the kingdom of Ira, a fate almost worse than death.

“…how far along is it?”

She sat back to look at him. Her eyes were glazed and even puffier than before somehow and she wiped at her tears with the heel of her palm. “Uh-uhm… probably about, like… month? I don’t know exactly…”

“Then there’s time yet.”

“T-time?”

Lance nodded. His mind had begun racing. Yes, that was it. She was so early. She didn’t have to stay pregnant just because she was right now. Plenty of people backtracked when it was still early, when they could catch it. It wasn’t too late. He hadn’t doomed her or ruined her life, not yet. Lance stood, holding her close still. “Right, time. You needn’t go through with it. Even on Colde they have healers who know the methods for termination.”

She blinked up at him, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open. “They…? You want me to…?” she whispered. Her voice was small, almost inaudibly light and weak. “…I… I don’t…”

Realizing his haste, Lance pulled her hands into his and kissed the backs of them softly. “It’s an option. I…” he trailed off and stared off into the corner, away from the look of distress on her face. “…a good option, really. One I’ll handle.” He looked back at her imploringly. “Say the word and I will get it sorted for you. You needn’t do a thing.”

She’d gone still and stiff beside him. Numbly she nodded and let her hands go slack and weak in his grip. “O-okay…” she murmured. “I… I’ll think about it.”

He squeezed her hands in his. “Please.”

She managed to squeeze back and turned, walking over to the settee and sitting down. Slumping, she sighed and buried her face into her own hands and massaged her temples. “…I’ll think about it, but… I don’t know. I just don’t know…”

The unsettled rumble of nerves in Lance’s stomach began again. Disoriented by the rising anxiety, Lance tugged his fingers through his hair and began to pace back and forth. His heartbeat felt like it had risen into his ears. She couldn’t stay pregnant. She couldn’t. Swallowing the knot in his throat, Lance dropped to his knees in front of her. “You aren’t considering keeping it, are you?” he whispered.

She gaped at him, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing as though unsure of the words to form. Frowning, she looked away and took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I don’t know, Lance. I just… I don’t know… I only just found out now so I haven’t been able to think about it properly…” she trailed off and placed one hand on her lower stomach as though trying to perform some kind of divination for an answer.

Lance sat back and stared up at the ceiling. “...You know what it would mean, don’t you?”

“Lance…”

He stared at her. “And you know the life they’d have. That you’d have. You know that. I’ve told you about it. You’ve been to Ira. You…” Lance winced, his voice breaking with the weight of it. He rubbed at his chest as though it could rid him of the feeling. “...You know that I can’t… can’t p-protect…shit!” Lance whipped away from her outstretched hand and stood, crossing the room and facing the wall with his hands clenched in his hair, eyes clenched shut. The room felt like it was shaking and he leaned forward, gasping for breath through the panic.

She padded across the room and laid one hand on his shoulder, gently turning him and beckoning him close until the two slid to the floor intertwined and sat there, still for moments that turned into minutes and then into what at least felt like hours.

Lance wasn’t prone to fits of emotion so emerging from the cloud of it felt like he’d been punched a couple times in the head or had come in exceptionally late from a night of drinks. He blinked back any leftover tears and took her in where she sat beside him. She was small, frail looking. Her face was stiff as though every thought was focused on holding herself together. Gently, Lance cupped her cheek in his hand and tilted her close.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “...I don’t want to pressure you, but…”

She laid her own hand over his. “...I know.” Looking away for a moment to collect herself, she then turned. “I just need some time to figure out how I feel. It doesn’t feel real to me yet.”

“...Right.”

She moved closer and tucked her face into the crook of his neck, resting her head against his chest. Lance wrapped his arm around her and rubbed along her arm in slow movements. The idea of this moment being one of a final few before everything went to shit terrified him- the concept that after today, everything would change in a way he couldn’t change back was overwhelming. But there was nothing he could do, so he sat there, powerless, and held her.

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In the following week and a half, she said little to nothing of the situation, though it hung in the air between them anytime they were together. She did not drink and went to bed early, citing fatigue. She spoke of homework, things that Rio had said to her in class, what new meals they were serving in the infirmary, and what her little cat had been up to with Gruscha off in the forest. Overall, she acted entirely normal.

Meanwhile Lance was slowly losing his mind.

Lance swished around the remaining bit of whiskey in his glass and then clumsily shot it back before dropping the glass unceremoniously. He slumped over the bar counter face-down, face buried in his crossed arms, and didn’t respond when Hawke landed a hard slap on his back.

“Oy lad, you’ve been acting a bit off. You gonna say anything about it one of these days?” he asked, sliding into the seat beside him. “You know, it’s not good to drown away all your sorrows.”

“Like you’re one to talk,” Lance muttered, pulling his face up to shoot a glare at the older man.

Hawke held up his hands in mock defensiveness. “All I’m saying is you’re acting a bit more gloomy than usual.”

“I concur, there is something strange going on.”

Lance inwardly groaned as a familiar flirty arm snuck its way around his shoulder and the scent of a particular cologne wafted toward him as Fenn leaned in close. “Get off,” he groaned, weakly swatting him away.

“Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one who sees it then,” Hawke said solemnly.

Fenn peered at Lance in a way that made him squirm. Fenn didn’t take many things seriously but he was weirdly perceptive and could guess a weakness or worry in another person with disturbing precision. More than once during a bar outing the other prince had disarmed an unruly patron by saying just the right thing that would make them squirm and retreat. Having that gaze turned on him made Lance’s skin crawl so he turned away and gestured to the bartender for another drink.

“I think not, lad,” Hawke said, smacking his hand down. “You’re had more than enough for the night. I don’t want to return you to MC completely sloshed.”

At her name, Lance tensed and Fenn gave him a knowing pat. “Ah, I see! Something to do with Treasure, then,” Fenn said with a grin, leaning in close. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Hush,” Lance grumbled, shoving him back. “And stop calling her that.”

“Well, is there?” Hawke asked, folding his arms. “Is that what’s been bringing you here so much lately?”

Lance didn’t respond and turned away, gritting his teeth.

Fenn sat beside him, bending to catch his eye. “You know, I have quite a bit of experience with women. Perhaps I could lend you my advice.”

“I do not need advice from you, of all people,” Lance hissed. His head was beginning to pound.

Fenn pretended at offense with a dramatic hand to his chest. “Well, you don’t know until you try. It won’t hurt any more than what you’re doing to yourself already, from the looks of it.”

“I agree with that. Why not just get it off your chest?” Hawke chimed in. His face was uncharacteristically stern and serious. “Listen, I’ve watched you come in here every night for the last week and you’ve said hardly more than a sentence each time. You know I’m not one to pry.”

Lance grumbled and resisted the urge to push back from the bar and storm off into the night. Irritated at the intrusion, he mumbled to himself and sat up, eyebrows knit in displeasure. “...Yes, fine. Issues with the two of us. For us. We aren’t fighting, it’s… something else. There, you happy now?”

Fenn and Hawke shared a glance, mystified.

“So no lover’s quarrel then?” Fenn probed.

“No.”

“You didn’t fight? You didn’t do something to her?” Hawke leaned in closer.

Lance sighed. Do something to her? In a manner of speaking, he did- so he prickled and slid off from his seat at the counter and dug in his pockets for coins. “We didn’t fight,” he replied, tossing the payment onto the bar. At that, he slung his jacket back over his shoulders and waved at the two still seated and staring at him in confusion.

“So you did do something… oh! Lance?!”

The door swung shut behind him and Lance stumbled off from the bar in the direction of the Academy thoroughly hammered. His heart thumped through his chest and his limbs felt as though they’d been turned to stone. As the Academy gates came more into view, his stomach slightly turned and he found himself instead heading toward the forest. He needed to try to think somewhere peaceful; somewhere that didn’t feel like a prison at the best of times.

The usual spot was, as usual, empty. Gruscha or any woodland creatures were all abed by now so the clearing was still and the water in the pond was motionless, reflecting in a perfect still image the moon that hung above. Lance slid down and rolled onto his back with a thud, starfished across the cool grass. He blinked wearily up at the moon, which shone a cold and pure white.

If anyone ever asked, Lance was not the religious type. Not even when he had a good reason to be. Some people prayed to gods, apparitions, idols. Some prayed to loved ones they’d lost, which he understood a bit better. After the loss of his mother, he’d tried it himself and found that the words hung hollow and meaningless without her there in the flesh to hear them. If only it’d felt like she could hear him or else he knew he’d be asking her about what to do now. Who else understood the gravity of this moment? She had to have felt similar things- she’d raised him alone in the desert instead of in the palace for a reason after all.

At some point in the past week, he’d begun to think of the pregnancy not of some indiscernible threat, but the real, flesh-and-blood thing that it was. There was still time, of course, to undo what had been done, but her silence on the matter had made him suspect that she’d decided against ending it. Which had driven him utterly insane: he had never loved anyone with the intensity he loved her. Creator, she was everything and more to him. After Lutz had died, Lance had been convinced that whatever part of him existed for other people had been thoroughly ripped up and stomped on, but there she’d come ten years later, bringing him to life. Making him feel again. It was terrifying.

The idea of losing her to the machine that was Ira, just because she unintentionally carried an heir, was terrifying. And Lance knew that whatever baby they’d have in some hypothetical future, he’d love it with everything in him. There was no future where he didn’t. He remembered the intensity of his mother’s love, the way it seemed to tear at her as she died and how she grieved herself for him. He knew in his gut he’d feel the same kind of love for his own child.

He closed his eyes. How would he manage if she said she was keeping it? What would he do? Addis had met her before, albeit briefly, so he already knew of her existence. Inevitably he had spies at least occasionally check in on his son and if they were seeing him, they would see her. If she was visibly pregnant, they’d know and so would the king. There would be no avoiding the disaster coming full speed their way. There was no future in which Addis would not intervene to bring that child into his clutches. The allure of their ancient magic and the power it held would be too much to resist.

The matter of ancient magic was another thing. Her latent ancient magic had the ability to bend space and time, including the ability to replenish the magical stores of others. It was an incredible thing to witness and she’d saved his ass on more than one occasion by using it. But it was also unmistakably a weapon that could be used for evil, just as Lance’s own magic could. Even if their child was born without an ounce of magical prowess, it wouldn’t matter. Addis would have her.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow he’d ask her what she was going to do. After that he had no idea.

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@febuwhump day 5: rope burns

@badthingshappenbingo: tourniquet

Rating: Teen And Up

Words: 1,280

Fandom: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Rope burns, Tourniquets

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title is from Dear Fellow Traveler by Sea Wolf, Bryselle is pronounced as bry-sell

Varian knew that this was a bad idea as soon as Hugo had mentioned it.

He said that he had gotten a tip from a “reliable” source of his, saying that the the seventh, and final key to Demanitus’s enchiridion was in some underground cavern in Bryselle, hidden away to keep it secret. It was stupid—it must’ve been Varian’s giddy excitement that caused him neglect to do his usual investigation of the claim. He was so ready—too ready—to finally achieve his goal, to unlock Demanitus’s final discoveries and help Nuru, to help his mother. And that excitement had almost cost him everything.

Filled with anticipation and determination, Varian led Hugo and the others into the winding, seemingly endless cave system that supposedly led to the final key. Not long after that, the first disaster struck.

Varian and Hugo decided to take the lead together, with Yong and Nuru trailing behind them, so it was already too late when they heard an earthy cracking noise from behind them. They both turned to see a wall of cloudy yellow-green crystal jutting up out of a small, now cracked pot, which Yong has just taken his foot off of. Yong jumped forward, towards Varian and Hugo as the crystalline magic spiraled further up, cutting Nuru off from the rest of the group. They made eye contact with each other, each sharing similar expressions of fear. Then the crystal pierced the ceiling, ripping the group apart. They tried, desperately to yell through the stone to Nuru, to make sure she was okay, but they couldn’t hear any response. They tried to break the wall down with everything they had, to no avail. Eventually, they gave up and continued, the voices in their heads pushing them further, regardless of the worry eating at their hearts.

It hadn’t even been five minutes before Varian noticed emerald green sparks falling from the ceiling. The trio looked up to see lines of emerald magic spiderwebbing out from another small pot embedded in the ceiling, spanning the top of the cave and burning cracks into the stone. They looked back down as chunks of rock started to fall, crashing into the ground between them. Yong jumped back as the rocks stacked up to the ceiling, separating a member from the rest of the group once more. Again, Varian and Hugo tried their hardest to communicate with Yong, but ultimately failed. There was something unnatural about how the sparks seemed to completely block any sound from passing through, but their minds hardly lingered on the subject, consumed more with panic instead. And so, the pair continued further into the darkness, almost disproportionally determined.

Like clockwork, just a few minutes later, Varian saw green sparks out of the corner of his eye. This time, though, he was ready. He managed to tackle Hugo out of the way, just as a rippling spear of green light shot up from the ground, exploding into waves of fire as it hit the ceiling. He and Hugo fell to the ground, but neither of them were dead. At least not yet.

“Are you okay?” Varian asked.

Hugo paused. “I don’t think so.”

“What?”

Hugo’s face was racked with pain as he lifted his arm up. A huge gash cut across his flesh, so deep that Varian could see the bright glint of bone, surrounded by dancing green sparks.

Varian’s face fell. “No …”

“Hey, it’s fine, right?” He gave a faint chuckle, then winced.

“It’s not.” Varian surveyed the wound, his face covered in concern. “Hugo, if we don’t do anything, you’re going to bleed out.”

“Ah.”

“Could you at least try to sound a bit more worried for yourself?”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Hugo looked at his arm, watching his blood pour out onto the ground below, forming a rapidly growing puddle. “It’ll … definitely be fine.”

“No, it will not, Hugo.” Varian protested. “We need to do something about this.”

“Well, what do you suggest?”

Varian gave a small frown, then ripped off a chunk of his pants leg and folded it. “This is going to hurt.”

He pressed the piece of the cloth to Hugo’s wound, hard. Hugo’s resulting scream seemed to echo in Varian’s mind, unable to let it go. Still, Varian watched as the cloth in his hands became completely soaked in Hugo’s blood, staining it and his hands a deep red. Hugo’s breathing grew more and more ragged as time passed, more and more of his blood leaving his body.

“This isn’t working,” Varian muttered.

“Try something else.” Hugo spoke quietly, more whispering than not.

Varian hesitated. “A tourniquet? But I don’t really have anything to make one with. Unless-“ He started to unwrap the piece of rope around the bottom part of his staff, armed with a new sense of determination.

“Varian, wait, what-“

“Hugo, shush.”

Hugo would’ve looked almost offended if he hadn’t been in so much pain.

Varian finished unwrapping the piece of rope, then grabbed Hugo’s arm and set it on his leg, frowning at Hugo’s small yelp of pain. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” He breathed, trying to conceal the pain in his voice.

Varian started to wrap the rope around Hugo’s arm, positioned. few inches above his elbow, where the gash started. He tied a knot, pulling it tight and making Hugo flinch.

“Sorry,” he muttered again.

This time, Hugo could only nod in response.

Varian paused and looked around for a second, trying to find something to tighten the tourniquet with, and his eyes landed on the small, sheathed pocket knife on Hugo’s belt. He unclipped the whole sheath, deciding that it was best to not have the possibility of Hugo being cut again. He placed the knife on top of the knot he had tied, then tied another knot, keeping the knife in place. Finally, he took a deep breath and started to twist the knife, forcefully pulling the loop of rope tighter and tighter. Hugo gasped at the pressure, but Varian continued.

Then, just as Varian was about to tie the knife in place, the tourniquet slipped down Hugo’s arm, tearing bright red, screaming burn marks in the trail that it made. Hugo screamed and ripped his arm away from Varian, sticky, deep red liquid once again pouring out of his wound.

“I’m sorry!” Varian apologized.

Hugo cradled his arm, blood covering his clothes, and stared straight down at the ground, his breathing startlingly shallow. He didn’t respond.

“Hugo, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ Varian repeated, frightened, eyes wide. “Please, let me help, I can fix it. Please,” He held out his hands.

After a few seconds of silence, Hugo let Varian take his arm.

“Thank you,” Varian whispered, and once again got no response.

He started to work again, this time trying to be as delicate as he could as he loosened the tourniquet and pulled it back up. (Hugo shuddered as the rope passed over the angry red burn marks that it had left earlier.) Varian tightened the tourniquet again, slower this time, then secured it in place. Then he sat back, watching pain flicker over Hugo’s face until he finally seemed calm.

“You can’t come with me.” Varian said.

“Yes, I can, and I will.”

“Hugo, don’t be ridiculous, half of your blood is on the floor, you’re in no shape to-“

“Yeah, that’s not going to stop me.” There were still traces of agony in his voice, but, using his unharmed arm, Hugo pulled himself off the ground, out of the puddle of blood. “I’m not letting you go on alone.”

Varian frowned at Hugo’s arm, coated in red, but he nodded.

And so, delusionally, they continued.

#writing #creative writing #bad things happen bingo #fandom: varian and the seven kingdoms #prompt: tourniquet #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 5 #varian vat7k #vat7k #hugo vat7k

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