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Hello... again! Are you hyperfixated on RedactedAudio?

Do you want (need) to know who to follow to cultivate your dashboard and feed your gremlin brain good, good boyfriend roleplay content and my first recommendation post of magnificent fan-artists and fan-writers wasn't enough dopamine for you?

Cool, I’ve got you, and I’ve got even more hyperlinks. Buckle up.

(Note: This is by no means a comprehensive, objective, or complete list, as I have biases and favorites and limited time. If you feel I've missed someone, please feel free to reblog with your additions! I just would have loved a guide like this when I got into the fandom back in August 2022 and wanted to spread some positivity~!)

Fanfiction:

@agentplutonium: they/them

Pluto is just one of the many gorgeous people who've migrated to Tumblr now that Twitter is, ya know, on fire. I've been following them on Tiktok for ages, and I'm so pleased they joined us on tumblr now! Highlights: "Constant" and "Inconvenience" mean the world to me, because there are just not enough aspec headcanons in the fandom, we could always have more.

@angelicaether: they/them

Aether is a fucking gem unto this fandom- not only do they run Sky Side, a friendly, closeknit (hehe) server for 21+ Redacted fans but they also were who we have to thank for Redacted Kinktober 2023, bless them~ Highlights: New Job Posting is magnificent if you’re in the mood for some David/Angel smut today and this cute couple crossover fic if you’re feeling more SFW!

@caelumsnuff: they/them

Phoenix is magnificent, creative, and endlessly sweet. I also respect the hell out of anyone that can take the anon hate that they get with as much grace and attitude as they do /gen /pos Highlights: I love this gift for the Quinn-fuckers they wrote, I do, but I have to admit I'm partial to the Imperium!Vincent/Imperium!Asher piece they did, because their tension and hatred was just too palpable to deny, I needed it.

@empydoc: any pronouns

Empy's Soul Eater AU has not only taken over my life but has also got me deeply wanted a Soul Eater rewatch. God forbid xe succeed because this post has already been delayed enough /j Highlights: I love the Marcus/Asset post, because that's my favorite pairing but also because Asset as both an android and a weapon is so, so interesting. Blake/Bestie's is also a particular gem, because being a meister just gives him a new dimension to his manipulation and I love it.

@floofdeloop: she/her

Not only is Floof a beloved fic writer but she's also one of the adored DJs of the fandom. Are you really a fan if you haven't looked up Redacted on Spotify and saved all her playlists? /j Highlights: Her whole playlist page is literally so good, but I love the cute, domestic vibes of this Geordi one or the tragic, angsty, Britrock vibes of this Porter playlist~!

@joshusten: they/them

Sten is one of if not the writer that comes to mind when you're looking for amazing Guy/Honey content! Highlights: Bitter Melon is my personal favorite of their work; what can I say? I'm a sucker for a little jealousy in my fics. You also can't miss Honeysuckle, their most recent piece which gets into Guy's canonically less-than-pure mind~

@pinksparkl: she/her

Gosh, where would we be without her? Pink never has a bad word or thought for anyone and just persists in being a delightful, sweet presence in the fandom. Highlight: I can't decide what I'm more obsessed with- their Adam-centric fic exploring the Progeny/Maker bond or their nsfw Gavin-centric with his tail exploring Freelancer nudge nudge wink wink

@redlikeredacted: they/them

Just as their blog says, they are the CEO of Dasher. In my head, they are the president of both the David/Asher and the Autistic!David fan clubs, and I'd vote for them a second and third term okay I love Red Highlights: Their "David bottoming for the first time" fic is everything to me okay I am here for nothing but this except maybe this Milo fic where he gets Aggro~

@teafairywithabook: she/they

A lovely writer, voice actor, and person, Cheri does it all! With a whole 34 Redacted works on AO3, they are a must-follow. Highlights: I'll provide the masterlist of previously mentioned works, but I must recommend her nsfw Avior/Starlight fic keeping us sated until we finally get an Avior BA and their fic of Alexis's POV of Sam's turning I couldn't not okay I'm just a person I have biases

@tepid-judas: he/they/it

My favorite Adam stan, my friend, and the person who converted me into an Adam/Brighteyes shipper, I thank Judas every day for that. Highlights: I love their series of epistolary fics, because who doesn’t love a good letter, but I would be remiss if I didn’t rec his DAMN polycule plus Xavier fic cause fuck canon let's add frosty the snowman to the orgy /lh

@themonotonysyndrome: she/her

Lady, my dearest friend and greatest foe~ How else do I describe the gorgeous, sociable, friendly person who bought Alexis/Christian into the world and ruined my life? (affectionate) Highlights: Let these two assholes in love take you on a ride, fall in love with them too. If that's not your vibe, I cannot recommend enough her insane, gen z Bright Eyes being an absolute fucking terror /pos

Fanart:

@androgynouspenguinexpert

Can YOU believe Penguin's only been posting art since, like, December? I certainly can't, because it's like they've drawn every boy at this point and each is as smoochable and adorable as the last. Highlights: Their Porter is one of my favorites; what can I say? Who can resist this high ponytail and cape combo? I also love their Hush, cause look at him~! He's adorable! Penguin gives all these boys such luscious, floofable hair; I love them!

@cute-brainz: she/they/it

Kindly, lovingly, respectfully, Cute's listeners designs reduce me to a sniveling, simpering puddle of a simp. I become nothing but a humble, simple straight man, and none of you came blame me good god their listeners are hotter than all the redacted men- Highlights: Like, look at their Lovely: the hair, the singlet, the VIBES? Fuckin irresistible; like Vincent, I'd give them anything their heart desires. And their ANGEL? The MINUTE David Shaw fumbles that bag, I'm on my knees with a ring hello earth angel will you be mine

@darling-solaire

Darl has been posting art for only a month and a half at the writing of the post, and yet I feel like I've loved their Solaires for forever. They, as a unit, are hot and tragic as fuck, and I love them. Highlights: I am obsessed, particularly, with the Solaire family portraits, but maybe that's because my girl Alexis is up there, and I love her. There's also this bust compilation of more Redacted boys in case you didn't find your favorite in the Solaires~!

@free-boundsoul: she/her

Okay so, like, vibe with me did you ever love Lisa Frank products with the bright, saturated colors and sparkling eyes but wish instead of cuddly animals that there were really hot men? Then Savvie is the artist for you~ Highlights: One, it's fun to see a Regulus that's not blue, okay? It's thinkin outside the box. Two, the CRACKS? WITH THE GOLD PEEKING THROUGH? I'm inconsolable my god. Speaking of daemons, Fool!Gavin is sort of everything to me. He's just really rocking that sweater vest!

@hotmcrodz: he/they

I know for a fact that I'm not the only one obsessed with the way Jai draws human anatomy. I have unironically seen a Jai piece in the tag and gone "WOWZA" like I'm Jim Carrey in The Mask; that's what they do to me. Highlights: This Milo was one of the pieces that made my eyes pop out my head like a cartoon wolf; I think it's the shirtlessness plus the muscle pose. I just couldn't handle it. I also reacted like that to their Babe because I am an equal opportunity pervert /hj

@izzuku: he/they

Izzuku designs characters with the most realistic and gorgeous body types; like, I love the soft jawlines and how warm and touchable they draw skin. Every Izzuku design is kissable as hell. Highlights: I have to recommend his Regulus and Hush designs, obviously, they're my favorite men. However, I can't let the world go by another rotation without recommending this special Halloween version of Vincent~!

@kilarthmac: she/they

In case we needed another reason to love and appreciate the iconic timestamping account we all recognize from the Redacted comments, we cannot neglect their fanart! Highlights: Like, look at this brought-back-wrong Vega! This Hush with his cute face and off-putting air! He's so cute and so weird! I also love this piece they've done for one of my favorite rarepairs, Imperium!Lasko/Adam~

@latenightsleeper: he/they/it/she

My kinfolk and my beloved, one of the few people who understand me and the vision that is beautiful, blonde, dumb and lovable Christian. They will give you so many feelings about Darlin and Christian, and they will cause you agony /pos Highlights: Obviously, I'm obsessed with the Tank/Christian art like this one (Christian is just so cuuute), but we're all obsessed with this Sam/Darlin animatic set to Eat Your Young.

@maxpaulll

An amazing artist that I'm so glad we managed to get to migrate to Tumblr from Twitter so I could put them on this list~ Highlights: I am obsessed always with their Indigenous character designs, especially David. Like, look at him, he's indescribably beautiful, outshone by no one except maybe Max's Imp!Vega, because oh my god look at him~

@nortyourself: she/her

I don't think there's anyone who's not obsessed with at least one of Rachel's pieces; like, I believe she'll get to every Redacted man with the speed and beauty she works. Even Reticuli has gotten the Rachel treatment and been made hot af. Highlights: Technically, this Imperium!Damien just takes me breath away; like, it would be blown up and framed in his palace (for all of his short and tempestuous reign). Personally, her Hush has a dear and special place in my heart. He's just my favorite~!

@penncilkid: any pronouns

One of the most gorgeous and darling and non-stop creators in the space! They're a true triple threat, kicking our hearts in the butt with their art, their writing, and their audio roleplay series~ Highlights: With so many mediums under their belt, it's so hard to choose. If you're looking for purely Redacted content, their art is prolific and so creative, I've got to share the whole gallery. If you're in the market for a new VA to fall in love with, you've got to check out their youtube channel~!

@pycth: any pronouns

I dont have anything creative or profound to say here- all of pycth's designs are smoking hot and would render me selectively mute with a glance, 'nuff said. Highlights: How can I PICK? Ugh, hottest of the hot that comes to mind has got to be their President Moore art; like, this pose isn't FAIR. On the other end of the spectrum, if you want your heart kicked in the butt, I don't think any of us are over this Sam piece or ever will be.

@rainingcatsandjune: any pronouns

Another new artist who's only been here since April, and yet- I would die for his and his fine-ass, touchable Sam. Like, hell, render any man pretty like that, and I'll die for him. That's how pretty this art is. Highlights: Like, look at him. How does one do anything but look at him, especially in this pose? Again, look at him! Look at the hands. The soft, touchable glow and how it lights and shades his and Darlin's skin. The broad shoulders good god~

@sainthowlzon: they/he

You can't turn a corner on tumblr without seeing some of Howl's adorable Scribble Dolls or Icons! (Or any other social media actually. I feel like I've deffo seem some of Howl's icons on Tiktok too.) They're cute, they're iconic, and there's one for almost everyone! Highlights: Here's that full set of icons for your perusal; my personal favorite is Asset's. And here's the full set of Redacted Scribble Dolls; my favorite is Regulus, I think, because of his freaky vibes, but it's so hard to pick!

@sincerelywhistler: any pronouns

Like everyone with a working set of eyes and a beating heart, I am obsessed with all of Wes's designs; like, who wouldn't fall in love at first sight with all those beautiful and often shirtless people? Highlights: There's honestly too many to pick from, but I'll TRY. Their Gavin is an absolute must, I share it with the Discord on sight, he's that it girl if you will. Oh, and one cannot neglect Avior's HBS piece; I'm not even an Avior girlie, and I was like daaaaaamnnnnnnn~

@slushiepizza: they/them

Where would all the guy-lovers be without Slushie and their absolute cornucopia of Guy and Honey delights? Like, where else would we get our homemade, MacGyver'd serotonin? Highlights: The "Everyday" series is everything to me, and I mean everything; Guy has become too relatable and has struck me right in the heart. If you're not in a Guy mood, I'm also in love with their older, cozy Anton~!

@s0lairee: she/they

Jo's style is just so clean, so cute, and I really love it when they play with lighting in their pieces. Like, we are almost, almost there to making me stan Vincent if you're gonna drape him in moonlight like that... Highlights: ...thought, if I had to pick, I'd probably lean more towards Vincent's partner. They're rocking the red eyes, I love them! I'm also obsessed with their freckle-y, sweet Lasko, because who isn't?

@strawberrybouvine: he/they

The artistic equivalent of gourmet candy, I am absolutely obsessed with the gorgeous colors of Jasper's art and cannot get enough of the sweetness! Is this sugar running through my veins or unparalleled cuteness? Highlights: I'm not even a David stan but, like, jesus christ, the long hair and hairy chest makes me want to go feral. Don't even get me started on the cuteness of his chibi art, I really will start foaming at the mouth.

@theflowersaremine

I don't know exactly what medium Haylin uses or what colors or effects they use, but goddamn it makes those men so dreamy. I'm not even a Sam stan, but that's a smoochable man right out of Gilmore Girls /pos Highlights: Like, are you seeing the Gilmore Girls vision? That's a handsome man from a wholesome show geared for women- almost as handsome as this art of David. I see this smile in my dreams; it's so beautiful.

@venuslove-28: any pronouns

Venus's art is strawberry and vanilla soft serve injected straight into my heart; it's so familiar and cute, so charming, and I want to stim and bounce in excitement when I see it. Does that make sense? It'll make sense when you see it. Highlights: Personally, I have never and I will never stop thinking about this Huxley, I am simply not capable. Their Avior is also cuter than all get-out, I must admit.

@wingless-cupid

I don't think anyone does cute and colorful and pastel and kawaii quite like Cupid. You can't help but look and admire all the eye-catching colors and then want to hug their cheery, dynamic characters! Highlights: I'm highkey obsessed with their Freelancer and DAMNily and all their d(a)emons in general. Like, look at this! Minh is such a cutie and a simp, I love them! I'm also constantly thinking about this art in particular, because look at all these PRICELESS EXPRESSIONS!

@yoteako: he/it

Would you like stunning, high quality art and tragic, old man yaoi on your dash? That's a silly question; of course you do which is why we're going to follow and love on Yote. Highlights: See how beautiful, doomed, and intimate this multi-page comic is about two characters who've never canonically spoken? That's devotion. On the less forsaken side of the narrative, their Gavin/Lasko ship art is embedded into my heart.

If you’re reading all the way here, I hope you found the post helpful and smiled while making your way through it! Or both! The RedactedAudio fandom is truly one of my favorite spaces on the internet; it’s so intimate and creative, and I’ve found some amazing, perfect friends here, so I hope you will too 💖

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marvelmusing · 4 months

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Dark Depths

Part Two

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader (mermaid au)

Summary: After growing somewhat accustomed to your new life under the sea with Aleksander, the time to hunt the stag for your coat arrives, meaning you must make your return to land.

Warnings [18+]: smut, oral (fem receiving), mermaid to human transformation, mentions of injury and blood, Aleksander keeps the reader in the dark about a lot of things, unestablished dom/sub dynamic, some angsty vibes

My Masterlist • Part One

It doesn’t take long for Aleksander to find you, sitting in your usual spot on a rocky crag not far from the shore. The tail Aleksander had given you is a dull gold colour, the kind that changes depending on the lighting. Under the sea it shimmers like a treasure chest stuffed to the brim, but as you sit perched above the waterline your scales look muddy in the cold daylight.

Ever since you were a small child you’ve longed for the sea, and now your heart belongs to Aleksander, to the open ocean and all its wondrous creatures. But being born on land means that a fracture of your soul lingers there, a dull ache in your chest that refuses to be rid of so easily by Aleksander’s magic.

He settles beside you smoothly, wrapping his arms around your waist to console you. He kisses the salt streams on your cheeks, brushing his nose against your face affectionately.

“I know it hurts,” he murmurs.

A sob catches in your chest and you shake your head. There is no way he can know how deep your pain runs. Desperate for something to alleviate the discomfort, you begin to itch over your collarbones.

Aleksander curls his fingers around your wrist, halting your self-destructive actions. Unused to having such sharp nails, you hadn’t realised the scratches you had been leaving over your skin. He places his hand over your chest, smoothing soothingly over the irritated skin there.

“When I was born, Grisha lived on land,” he admits quietly.

Tears glistening in your eyes, you turn to face him.

“Like me?”

He nods slowly.

“My mother was an incredibly powerful witch with impossibly high standards for her children. In the time I spent with her, she abandoned five children.” He pauses, staring out towards the shore with a sombre expression. “I remember each of them.”

There’s a despondent glimmer in his dark eyes and you reach for his hand. He glances back at you, offering a brief smile that fades all too quickly.

“When I didn’t live up to her expectations, she cast me aside as well.”

“How old were you?”

He swallows hard.

“Thirteen.”

“Aleksander,” you whisper softly, squeezing his hand.

“I went searching for my sister after that.”

“Your sister?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of the sea witch that lives further north.” You nod. “Ulla took me in for a little while. She helped me with my tail.”

Considering this new information, you begin to fidget with the crystal on your necklace.

“The other Grisha call you a witch.”

He laughs softly.

“They do.”

“Why?”

“Grisha use their power through song. Their voices manipulate their specific sphere of power - whether that be fire or metal or blood. Those who don’t rely wholly on their song are considered witches.”

Aleksander has used his magic around you on several occasions. A simple flick of his fingers can summon tendrils of shadows - something he seems to do unknowingly when he’s lost in thought. Alina had sung to you when the two of you were children, making the sunlight dance with her enchanting melody.

“I’ve never heard you sing.”

Aleksander is quiet for a moment, his gaze lowered to the rock beneath you.

“Most Grisha sing in pairs with someone whose power complements their own. Harmony is important to us.”

“Complements?”

He nods slowly, leaving you guessing at what he means. Light would complement darkness; but you’ve only ever known one sun summoner - Alina. But surely he could have taken her for himself when she had made a deal with him for human legs. Instead, he had used her power to give you a tail with seemingly no benefits for himself.

The expression on your face must appear pained due to your confusion, as Aleksander kisses your forehead, tucking your head against his chest.

“It will get easier, once you have your coat. I promise.”

At the mention of your coat, you perk up a little.

“When will we start looking for the stag?”

“Soon.”

“But when is soon?”

He breathes out a small laugh at your enthusiasm.

“When the first flakes of snow fall over the land.” You nod. Aleksander’s touch is delicate as he strokes your cheek, keeping your attention on him instead of the shoreline. “How are you feeling today?” he asks softly.

A small crease appears between your brows.

“Better. My tail doesn’t hurt anymore. But…” Heat blossoms over your cheeks as you trace your fingers over your abdomen. “There’s a strange ache here.”

He hums absently.

“Swimming in your ocean form will require your muscles to stretch in an unfamiliar manner. You will grow accustomed to it.”

Unconvinced by his explanation, you bite down on your lower lip, dragging it between your teeth. There are plenty of other places on your body that feel sensitive as of late.

“Are there muscles here as well?” you ask shyly, gesturing to your chest.

Aleksander’s gaze sharpens, examining you intently.

“May I take a look?”

Nervously, you glance around at the open sea and the nearby shoreline, searching for anyone who could see you in such an exposing position.

“Here?”

“No one can see us.”

Hesitantly, you reach for the coarse piece of string holding the fabric together over your chest. Aleksander had fashioned it for you, though he had also explained that most merfolk only wear jewellery and their coats. Aleksander himself always wears a belt, with his pouch and knife attached to his hip and a small scrap of cloth covering a portion of his pelvis.

The fabric covering your top half is still damp from your time in the sea and it clings to your body. Aleksander removes it slowly, revealing your bare body to him. Instantly, your nipples harden from the cold, salty air. As always, his hands are warm and you shudder when he cups your tender breasts.

He gives you a gentle squeeze, drawing a weak sound from the back of your throat. He then begins to roll your nipples between the pads of his fingertips, alleviating some of the pressure beneath your skin. A soft moan escapes your lips and your eyes flutter closed momentarily.

Aleksander glances down, a smirk tugging at his lips. When you follow his gaze, you find your lap glossy with a thick wetness, though you struggle to find where it has come from.

“There is nothing you need to worry about,” he assures you. “Merfolk reach maturity at around your current human age; your body is simply preparing for your mate.”

There’s a haze clouding over your mind, his words wading through fog and your thoughts scramble for comprehension. Slowly, you blink at him, staring at the lean muscle of his stomach and tail, the thick hair over his jawline, his pink nipples, and strong hands. He’s so beautiful, it makes you ache.

“How do merfolk mate?” you manage to ask him.

He smiles widely, cradling your face between his hands and for a moment you think he’s going to drag you back down to his cave and show you. Instead, he kisses your forehead gently.

“Not yet, darling. I’ll show you, in time.”

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When the snow begins to fall on land, Aleksander instructs you to wait in the shallows for him. Nervously, you bob your head above the waterline, eyes scouring over the shore for any sight of him. Being parted from him makes you uneasy. It isn’t long before you see a strong black horse galloping over the sand with Aleksander sat astride.

He looks like a king. The thick black fur of his coat is piled up over his shoulders, the adjoined cloak billowing behind him in the wind. He’s attained human clothes: polished black riding boots, dark trousers, and a fine woollen jacket. The image of him makes your stomach flip and you swim closer to the shore, eager to join him.

Aleksander dismounts smoothly, striding towards the water as you flail with your tail, struggling to change into your human form as quickly as you’ve seen him do it. He wades into the shallows, scattering sea spray as he scoops you up easily and carries you out onto the sand. He kisses your temple as he lowers you to the ground.

“I’m going to take your necklace,” he tells you.

Instantly, your hand closes protectively around the gem hanging between your breasts, clutching it tightly.

“Why?”

“The power in the crystal is what gave you your tail. While wearing it, you won’t be able to change back into your human form.”

Aleksander had given you this necklace when you were still human. The power inside had belonged to your childhood friend Alina, traded to Aleksander so that she could become human. It feels wrong to give it up, even temporarily. He notices your hesitation, curling his fingers gently around your wrist.

“I’ll take good care of it. I promise.”

When you nod, he unclasps the back of the chain, removing it from around your neck. He places it on himself, the shimmering yellow gem nestling perfectly at the hollow of his throat. Aleksander watches you intently and you frown, eyes wide with confusion as you search his expression for any clue on what is supposed to happen.

Then it happens.

It feels as if someone has sliced through your tail, carving a sharp blade deep into the muscle and bone that are now shifting back into legs that you can’t bear to look at. The sight of them, thighs and calves and toes, so sickeningly human, makes you cry against Aleksander. You don’t want them. You want your tail back. Hot tears spill down your cheeks, the salty droplets a poor imitation of the sea that is now your home. It hurts.

Aleksander’s voice is a near whisper, but it somehow manages to cut through your anguish.

“Let’s clean you up a little.”

The wounds have closed, but the blood remains sticky on your legs. As Aleksander moves you over to the water, the sand grates against your sensitive skin. Everything is too much all at once. The muscles in your legs twitch painfully, protesting against their existence. A weak sob shakes your body as Aleksander scoops up a handful of water, pouring it carefully over your legs to clear away the blood.

“Just focus on one thing at a time,” he suggests in a low murmur. “The water’s cold, isn’t it?” A small hum of agreement catches in the back of your throat, as you bury your face further into his chest. “How does the sand feel?”

“Itchy,” you mumble petulantly.

He breathes out a soft laugh.

“And how do I feel?”

“Warm. Safe.”

He kisses the crown of your head.

“I’ll always keep you safe, my little starfish.”

That draws a weak laugh from you.

“Starfish?”

He hums in agreement, offering you a small smile.

“A delicate little thing, but very hard to break.”

Emotion sticks in your throat at the sincerity of his words.

Walking is awful. Each step feels like a knife is piercing through the sole of your foot. Every breath is accompanied by a sob. Aleksander keeps his arm around your waist, holding you tightly beside him as your teeth chatter. When your tears turn pitiful, he hooks his arm beneath your knees, opting to carry you to his horse.

“It will get better,” he assures you, pressing a faint kiss to your hairline before he lifts you up into the saddle.

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Aleksander wakes before you, slipping out of the small bedroom he had rented at a local tavern. He returns with a tray full of breakfast, rousing you from your slumber as he removes his boots.

He slips his arm around your waist, draping his body over yours as he pulls your back against his chest. His palms are warm and firm as they run over your bare body. He leaves a trail of slow, lingering kisses along the length of your neck before murmuring against your ear,

“The men downstairs are whispering. They think the mysterious traveller has caught himself a mermaid.”

“They aren’t wrong,” you mumble into your pillow.

Aleksander smiles against your skin.

“But you weren’t a mermaid when I caught you, were you?”

Unable to fight your smile, you squeeze your pillow, nestling yourself further under the sheets.

“No.”

His smile widens. There’s a pause as the two of you soak up this moment, soft sunlight filtering its way through the thin curtains as you stretch lightly, reaching for your pillow and tucking it against your chest. Aleksander presses a tender kiss to the space between your shoulder blades.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

His question brings your attention back to your body, the aches and pains and the terrible sense of loss that hums inside you.

“Like someone’s hollowed out my heart.”

He kisses your temple softly, sliding his hand beneath you to place his hand over your chest.

“Your heart is right here. Even I can’t take that from you.”

Aleksander gives your body one final affectionate squeeze, before he sits up.

“I think you could,” you whisper.

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he reaches for the tray of food, breaking up a crust of bread to feed to you in small portions. The action makes your stomach flip, reminding you of your first few days under the sea, when Aleksander had fed you by hand because you were too weak to do it yourself.

Settling yourself back against the rickety headboard, you bunch up the covers, drawing them up to your chest to shield yourself from the morning chill. Aleksander holds a piece of bread up to your lips, ignoring the heat burning over your face.

“I can feed myself,” you protest quietly. The words come out softer than you intended, weakened mostly by the indulgent smile quirking at the corner of his lips.

“It’s my duty to provide for you.” He pinches your chin lightly between his fingers, a darkness glimmering in his eyes. “Humour me.”

When you take the bread into your mouth, his smile widens and your body is molten hot, your breathing deep and heavy as he looks at you, gaze unwavering. He feeds you the entire slice, piece by piece, praising you the entire time.

Once you’ve finished, he brushes his knuckles over your cheek, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone.

“You seem warm, milaya.”

He tugs the covers back, revealing your naked body to him. Instantly, you clasp your legs together tightly and he chuckles.

“Shall we check that the change was successful?” he asks, mischief dancing in his eyes as he curls his fingers around one ankle. With the attention of the room being brought onto your legs, embarrassment crawls over your skin.

“Don’t,” you say quickly, before adding in a small whimper, “Please.”

Aleksander stares up at you, his dark eyes flickering over every inch of your expression and you feel frightfully vulnerable, as if he can see every thought rushing through your mind. He pushes at your ankle slowly, bending your limb so that your foot is placed flat on the bed.

“I know you don’t think much of your human form,” he says in a low voice. “But tail or legs, you are beautiful.” He presses the barest hint of a kiss to your calf and you shudder. “Can I show you?”

He continues his kisses, mapping a path slowly upwards from your ankle. Breathlessly, you squirm beneath him.

“It isn’t mating season yet,” you state.

He grins.

“No it isn’t. But that doesn’t mean I can’t kiss every inch of your body, does it?”

His lips are warm and firm as he kisses over your calves, parting your legs with ease. His fingers rub soothing circles over your tense muscles, doing everything he can to alleviate the aches and pains that linger after your transformation. Emotion catches in your throat, tears gathering in your eyes as his mouth reaches your knees.

“Aleksander,” you cry. “Please.”

The rough scrape of his beard is delightful against the soft skin of your thighs and you whine as he spreads your legs even further apart. His teeth drag lightly over the flesh of your inner thigh in a playful bite and you tip your head backwards against the headboard.

He hums quietly. His nose brushes against your mound and you whimper. He tilts his head, clicking his tongue at the sight of the mess between your thighs. A jolt of pleasure jitters down your spine. Arching your back away from the mattress, you throw one hand back to gasp at the headboard. The other hand sinks into Aleksander’s dark locks, fisting the hair tightly as you cling to him.

He glances up at you, his lips parted, and you feel as though you might come undone just by looking at him, imagining his lips against your cunt. His gaze is deliberate as it moves down your body, so weighty you can almost feel it over your skin like a caress. When his eyes lock onto your cunt, you squirm lightly, heat burning across your cheeks in an inferno.

“May I kiss you here?” he asks in a whisper.

You nod fervently and he grins darkly.

“Come now, little starfish. I would like a proper answer.”

“Yes, please. Please kiss me there.”

His lips are so gentle, the barest hint of a kiss as his mouth brushes against the soaked folds of your cunt. A breathy whimper escapes you as the tip of his tongue parts your folds, revealing your weeping cunt to him fully.

Neither one of you want to break this moment, barely able to raise your voices to anything above a low whisper.

“Aleksander,” you say, voice cracking.

“Both hands on the headboard,” he orders in a murmur.

Just the action of obeying him, settling both of your hands on the headboard above you, bearing your body to him in total submission, has you teetering on the edge of what you think might be your climax. It’s been so long since you’ve touched yourself - even longer since someone else has touched you - the idea of an orgasm feels elusive. Yet something violently pleasurable is creeping its way closer.

The motion of his tongue is addictive, a dizzying circle that traces around your sensitive clit. The little bud is swollen and throbbing, every pulse makes you more and more desperate for him.

A tear slips down your cheek as you say his name. His tongue strokes leisurely against your cunt, lapping up the arousal that has gathered from teasing your clit. The moan that rumbles in the back of his throat makes you quiver. It’s mortifying, being so affected by the sound of him.

“I’m close,” you admit.

A weak sob of pleasure and shame threatens to choke you at the thought of being so wanton. Aleksander places his palm over your stomach, a warm and comforting pressure that soaks into your skin even as he pins you down. His tongue licks over your cunt for several beats before he lifts his head from between your thighs. Arousal glosses over his lips and you clench around nothing, breathless at the sight.

“Relax, darling.” He slips his hands beneath you, kneading your ass cheeks purposefully. A sharp groan is dragged out of you as he grasps at the tender flesh. “You’ve been holding all of this inside you for far too long. Now it’s time to let go.”

There’s a roaring in your ears, drowning out every sensation that isn’t the clenching of your cunt as Aleksander suckles greedily on your sensitive clit, his bottom lip grazing against your quivering entrance. The rush of your release smears over his mouth and chin, making a thorough mess of him. Pleasure has stars sparkling over your vision, your limbs tingling with a heady bliss.

Time slips away from you, passing by unnoticed with each heavy breath you take. The world is small, narrowed down to the satisfied weight of your limbs against the mattress. It takes you quite some time to realise you’ve been staring up at the ceiling.

Shakily, you turn onto your side, wide eyes searching frantically for Aleksander. Once you find him beside you, dark eyes warm and safe, the tension in your chest snaps and you burst into tears. Instantly, he pulls you onto him, allowing you to cry against his bare chest.

“It’s alright, darling,” he assures you in a low voice. The sound vibrates in his chest, buzzing against your ear. “I’m so proud of you; you did so well.” He strokes his fingers along your spine, drawing shapes on his way down. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. My brave little starfish.”

He kisses your forehead, nuzzling his nose affectionately against your hairline as his words warm in your chest.

“You should find walking a lot easier now.”

You blink at him, a tear slipping down your cheek as you start to realise something that makes your heart twist.

“Is that why we did this… to make it easier for me to walk?”

He takes a hold of your chin firmly, keeping your eyes locked on his.

“We did this because you are mine, and I refuse to condone you feeling bad about any part of yourself.”

Unable to stop yourself, you climb up his body, straddling his waist as you press your lips against his. He responds instantly, cupping your face with both hands to deepen the kiss. As you grip onto his hair, Aleksander leans forwards to meet you, lowering his hands to squeeze at your calves.

This time, there’s no sense of unease as he touches your legs and you smile into the kiss as his hands wander up your thighs to grasp at your waist, pulling you flush against him. Aleksander smiles as well, tracing his touches up your body.

“We should be heading on our way.” A pout puckers at your lips and he chuckles. “The sooner we find the stag, the sooner we can go home.”

Home with Aleksander. That makes you smile.

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sailorkamino · 10 months

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sheltered

relatonships: geraskier x magic!reader [tangled au]

word count: 1.8k

summary: your village believed you to be born cursed and would have killed you, if not for stragobor. you've spent your whole life locked away in a tower but now you've got a chance for freedom in the form of a bard, a witcher, and an pretty horse.

warnings: stragobor, emotionally abusive parent, gaslighting, anti witcher prejudice, death/murder, pre relationship, emotional support dogs

a/n: my first time writing for the witcher! what do you think? i might turn this into a series <3

Spring is coming so you’re making new outfits for your beloved hounds. Which isn’t at all depressing no matter what that one judgemental bird thinks. Anyways you’re using golden yellow fabric for Honeysuckle and cool blue for Periwinkle. As is customary.

Then you sense them. Strangers. You become almost dizzy with fear and excitement. A type of desperation only experienced when you live in a forced solitude. You make your way to the window, desperate for a glance. It’s not like they’ll be able to see you. Your entire tower is invisible to outsiders.

“Hey, look at this tower.”

You choke on air. Your dogs leap from your bed to check on you (still in their winter sweaters.) You hold your breath as two people and a horse step into the clearing. Then you meet yellow cat-like eyes and you’re diving to the floor with a startled noise.

“Careful. Magic.”

One of them is mumbling but it’s drowned out by the sound of your rapid heart. Honeysuckle whines in concern, licking your face. Periwinkle takes a protective stance over both of you, growling out the window.

Father has always told you witchers are bloodthirsty savages. They’ll kill any innocent being for a profit. They know no morals, only violence. When you were born under a black sun your religious village wanted you dead. Father hid you away for protection. You’re not looking to relieve the witch hunt experience.

You mentally poke at the witcher, feeling out his aura. He doesn’t seem particularly beastly. Animals tend to be more shallow than people, all instincts and simple emotions. Surprisingly he doesn’t feel that.

A part of you has always questioned your father's prejudice. You stopped voicing it but the concerns remained. Father hates witchers because they kill beasts. If monsters can be good, why can’t witchers? An old argument resurfaces in your memory.

“Have you listened to a word I’ve said, child?” Father asks angrily. “You cry when a rat dies yet defend butchers.” You look away, embarrassed by his mocking tone.

“This is why you stay in this tower. You’re too naïve for the outside world.”

You wonder if that’s the real reason he keeps you locked away. You’re capable of defending yourself now. So is he really protecting you? Or is he protecting the world? All because you were born under a black sun. Why must you be punished for being different? Why must witchers?

You think of the villagers who looked at a crying orphan and saw a threat. Who saw killing an infant as a lesser evil. You don’t want to be like that. Privately you wonder why your mentor sees compassion as a weakness but you’ve learnt it’s better to agree with him. “Yes father. I’m sorry.”

“No need to fear us. I’m Jaskier the bard, master of the seven liberal arts, and this is my companion, Geralt of Rivia! Could you give us directions to the nearest town?” The colorful man calls out.

Your heart races until you feel dizzy. So this is the butcher. The most beastly and cruel of all the witchers. He’s… underwhelming to say the least. Certainly least nightmarish and more dreamy than you imagined. But you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. You take a calming breath, petting your hounds to ground yourself.

The primal fear inside of you is wrestling with your desire for a real life conversation with a stranger. This could be your chance to hear both sides of what happened in Blaviken. Father always says you’re too naïve but only tells you his point of view. You’re almost sick with nerves when you blurt out rather loudly, “I wouldn't know. I’ve never been in the forest before.”

There’s a long pause and you can sense confusion. Have you already messed up? You don't want them to leave. Well the witcher can go, but the colorful one seems nice. You pop your head back into view, “I don’t leave my tower. I’m sorry. I… like your horse.” Compliments make you friends right?

“Don’t leave or can’t?” A much gruffer voice asks. You shiver. (He didn’t even say thank you for the compliment, how rude.)

“I’m safe here.” The words sound unconvincing to your own ears. You tell yourself it's because of fear. Not because you’re beginning to question them.

“Who says?”

“My father.”

They share a concerned look. You bite your lip in embarrassment. It sounds quite childish when you say it out loud. But you’ve been persecuted before, you aren’t about to let your guard down around a hired killer. So… why are you still talking to him?

Then you notice the brunet’s instrument. What a lovely change of subject. “Is that a lute?”

“It is!”

You’re practically jumping now. Honeysuckle, picking up on your excitement, smacks you with her wagging tail. “I’ve never heard a bard before! Play me something?”

Jaskier goes impossibly sad. You frown, hating the kicked puppy expression. What did you do wrong? Maybe you should just stick to socializing with animals. At least the rats find you charming.

“You’ve never heard music, my dear?”

Your face goes hot, both at the endearment and the pity in his voice. “I have lots of instruments but I don’t think I’m very good. Being self taught and all.”

“Why don’t I come up and give you a lesson? Free of charge!”

Your stomach twists in knots. You don’t know what’s more terrifying. Your new friend coming inside or leaving you to loneliness. You avoid eye contact when you answer. “My father wouldn’t like that.”

“What would you like?” The witcher asks sternly. You freeze. No one has ever cared what you wanted before. Is that concern you sense from him? Sympathy? From a so-called beast? Your silence seems like an answer enough. “So can’t leave,” he concludes.

“Can others enter?” Jaskier asks curiously.

You don’t know why you answer but you do. “Only with a portal. There’s no door.”

“But there’s a window.”

You frown. Obviously there’s a window, you’re talking out of it right now. Maybe your new friend is a little slow.

“Rope?” he proposes to the witcher.

Your mouth drops open. A rope? That’s it? Years of isolation by a warlock solved with a fucking rope? It can’t be that simple. It just can’t be. “My father is very powerful,” you warn. “And he hates witchers.”

“Him and most of the continent,” the man grumbles dryly. For some reason you feel guilty. Years of indoctrination to hate his kind, forgotten in mere minutes. Maybe you really are naïve.

“Who’s your father, dear? Maybe we know him?”

You sincerely hope not. “Stregobor.”

Dead silence. Then a very empathetic “fuck.”

Your stomach sinks. That’s the most emotion you’ve heard in the witcher’s voice so far and it doesn't sound good. Will they judge you for your fathers deeds? Wait, why are you assuming your father’s in the wrong? Since when did he become the bad guy? (Maybe he always has been but you’ve ignored it.)

“Let me guess, you were born during a black sun?” He asks flatly.

You feel as if a rug has been pulled out from under you. The comfort that’s been growing disappears, replaced with icy fear. You don’t even know this man yet you still feel betrayed. “Are you here to kill me?” You ask, slightly wobbly.

He sighs tiredly. Maybe he gets asked that a lot. “No. You aren’t fucking cursed. You were born during an eclipse. A completely natural phenomenon. A bunch of old bastards made up that curse for power and control.”

Your jaw drops, conflicting emotions raging inside of you. If he’s right you’re not cursed, which is great. But it also means your father has betrayed you. Your whole life can’t be a lie. It just can’t. A sinking part of you knows he’s making sense, even wants to believe him, but you desperately ignore it.

“I hurt people,” you confess abruptly.

“I thought you never left this tower?” Jaskier asks.

“When I was a baby.”

The witcher raises an unimpressed brow. “Did Stregobor tell you that?”

You growl in frustration as a strong wind rustles the trees. Jaskier looks around in bewilderment but the witcher holds your steady gaze. Not easily frightened by your show of power or glowing eyes.

“I’ve met a lot of monsters. You’re not one.”

The words you’ve always longed to hear. Uttered by the man you’ve been taught to hate. You take a moment to collect your flurry of emotions before answering. “Funny,” you smile weakly, “I was gonna say the same thing about you, witcher.”

You steady yourself before asking the next question. Knowing it won’t be easy but needing answers. The more you talk to Geralt the more you question what you’ve been taught about witchers. Maybe you don’t want him to be a monster. Maybe you’re so lonely you don’t care if he is.

“Tell me about Blaviken.”

“What?” His voice is somehow gruffer. Face horribly blank and posture rigid.

“Every story has two sides, yet I’ve only heard my father’s.”

He sighs deeply. Then begins. He tells you about Renfri. A princess born under the black sun. Her step mother was looking for a way to get rid of her and the curse was convenient. Stregobor agreed the girl was an evil mutant that must be isolated but her step mother wanted her dead. Together they ruined her life.

Renfri evaded them. She spent years being hunted, until she became the hunter. Eventually she formed a gang of sorts and tracked Stregobor to Blaviken but couldn’t enter his tower. (Apparently the idea of living in a tower forever was very distressing to your father. You don't know if you should laugh or vomit.)

Both Renfri and Stregobor asked Geralt to kill the other but he refused, not wanting to get involved. Although he hated Stregobor he tried to talk the princess out of revenge. It was too late. She threatened to kill townspeople until the warlock came out.

Your heart sinks at the ultimatum. Your father has never been a compassionate man. By the grim look on the witcher’s face he knew it too. In the end Geralt did what Stregobor wanted him to do. Instead of payment or thanks he was branded a butcher.

The fear-shame-grief rolling off of the witcher (definitely not emotionless by the way) is enough to make your eyes sting. Your gaze settles on Jaskier, who’s gone into full sad puppy mode. You have a feeling he’s never heard the full story either. You clear your choked throat.

“You mentioned a rope, good sir?”

#the witcher #geralt x jaskier x reader #geraskeir #geraskier x reader #geralt x jaskier #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia #jaskier x reader

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anonymouscheeses · 4 months

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more obvious shit I wanted to point out but it's more than last time uhhh pt.2 (spoilers for dad beat dad and maybe welcome to heaven. Maybe?)

I love that Charlie just randomly goes into demon form sometimes like here ehhehehe. Also can I just say I love Charlie so much?? She is my favorite and I love her especially in this episode because it feels like the same optimistic Charlie but she was just put in a bad situation. I relate to her a bit TOO much, almost down to every detail like wow. You'll understand later once I get there. But just wow...

LOOK AT THIS FUNNY LITTLE MAN. SPOODER DUST <3 also. Live [image] reaction. Someone make that into a reaction image 🙏🙏

HONEY!!! NEW MEME TEMPLATE JUST DROPPED. (Aka the one guy going crazy trying to explain the stuff on the board iykyk)

OMG... THAT CANT BE CHARLIE... NOT CHARLIE'S EMO PHASE PLEASE BAHAHAHHAHAHA (also love that Lucifer has kept it all these years, if Charlie knew I think she'd be extremely embarrassed. Vaggie would love it probably xd)

HE IS SO GOOFY I CANT- I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ALREADY!!! NEED.

Broskie got character development and is NICE?!? I LOVE THAT SMMM YALL.... LOOK AT HIM!! I am very delusional yes, but I will take this over ass development(cough. Vaggie's "story" in ep 3. Cough).

Imagine this. *holds your hand carefully to help you calm down while talking to your father you haven't really wanted to talk to.* lesbian type stuff ngl 🤯 (relatable)

Angel looking at the gays while being a gay too. HE'S BEING SO KIND TO CHARLIE UGGHH I CANTTT!!(POS) NODDING HIS HEAD, SMILING TO HER, ALSO TRYING TO HELP CALM HER DOWN. I MAY BE ASS AT SOCIAL CUES BUT I NOTICED THIS ONE!! YAA

*SHE IS STILL HOLDING HER HAND. CHARLIE'S ALSO SWINGING IT AROUND NERVOUSLY. I can never get tired of them and will make art soon just you wait.*

COMMANDER VAGGIE! I love that she acts like this is a camp full of tiny kids and honestly? That's not too far off. Sir pentious is at the ready! (glad he's here more often in the episode, thought he would just get sidelined after his first episode but gladly no!) Angel is just surprised. Husk spilled his drink, ON WHITE FUR NO LESS! Niffty of course is on the floor face first. Charlie is just happy to be there yippee!

What is this?? I have no idea what the hell it is at all. Bro is just peepin- it doesn't look like Alastor, even in demon form. And... I can't think of anyone else who could be this. Anyone have ideas or maybe it's foreshadowing? Maybe it was revealed in the 6th episode I don't know I haven't watched it yet. (I am a freak. I don't binge I give myself a day to watch a single episode. Most of the time uhhh.)

WE LOVE A SHORT KING. I LOVE THAT. I LOVE HIM. THE EVERYTHING. HE IS EVERYTHING. LET ME STRANGLE HIM PLEASE. (Lillith and Lucifer's dynamic is 100% Gomez and Morticia but a little more silly short man)

"OH WOW! AN OLDER MAN WHO GIVES ME FATHERLY CARE!" *STARTS TO FUCKING CRY*

I FEEL YOU CHARLIE WAAAGHHH

Oh and there goes the silly guy again! Atp I'm thinking it may be the gal some people been talking about that they've been hinting since the pilot. I forgot her name but she's said to be the big bad of season 1 or probably 2. Not sure if that's what it's trying to imply but here's my little no-thought idea

Lucifer, no...

LUCIFER NO!! THIS IS SUCH AN ADORABLE RESPONSE TO CHARLIE DATING A WOMAN. (ADOPT ME)

AND THEN THE HUG! I GET IM LOOKING TOO MUCH INTO THIS ONE SILLY SCENE BUT I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH AND WANT THIS SO BAD IN MY LIFE.

Niffty really said, "Yes, I do the cleaning."

Get yourself a taller king who is a short king but compared to you is a tall king

Say what you will, but I genuinely want more dad Alastor, someone make an au before I do plsss and @ me 🙏🙏

alright.. now this is where it starts to be relatable and hurt my heart... yayy.... needing any sort of parent figure that actually cares about you than the actual parent who is rarely there? WOWZA! SAME CHARLIE <3 <3 (SO FAR VERY ACCURATE FROM SOMEONE THAT IS IN THE SAME SITUATION)

Alastor is letting her off kindly, atleast in his way. He may be pissed off she brought a shark gang to the hotel and put it on fire, but they were still close friends. With anyone else he would absolutely either murder them or have severely traumatized the person. She's the exception, although I don't think he'd let it off the hook so easily if there were a next time.

A father-daughter embrace! :,)

(This is gonna be messy asf) He wants to know who she is as a person. He always has, and that's definitely obvious, but from a person inside this, they may not know themselves what the other is thinking. To Charlie it was like he never cared and just wanted an excuse to not see her again, acting like he was truly busy as in the start where he made the rubber duck that breathed fire. Sure. But Charlie saw it as him finding ways to not interact with her again. The only times they talk was when it was related to business stuff or other things of the sort. Let me just say this song... is by far my favorite, including the episode. Sure, it's got problems it's own, but this extremely accurate portrayal of what my own situation with one of my parents just stole my entire soul. Yeah I got a bit of tears about to come out, BUT NOPE! NOT TODAY! I don't ever cry during shows or movies so if I ever get teary-eyed, YOU DID SOMETHING. THAT SOMETHING BEING GOOD. This episode was emotional and connected with me on a deep level that I dont think any film has ever done to me, which is weird because I've been actively trying to find one, any one that does. Then to find it in an indie company from a creator who has achieved the dreams that I myself want to one day? That's fucking amazing.

FORESHADOWING! FROESHADOWING! FORESHADOWING! VAGGIE EX-ANGEL THEORY MUST BE CANON AND IF ITS NOT I WILL TEAR MYSELF LIMB FROM LIMB WITH A CROWBAR. LETS GO TO HEAVENNN!!! TOMORROW! BECAUSE THE DAY I PUBLISH THIS WILL BE TOMORROW(FOR YOU TODAY) BUT TOMORROW FOR YOU ILL POST THE NEXT WHAT I CAUGHT SHENANIGANS AGAIN! SEE YA!

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catcze · 7 months

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HII ITS THE ANON WHO SAID WRIO IS LIKE FLYNN RIDER LMAOO I SUPPORT ALL BRAINROT RELATING TO THIEF WRIO 🤭🤭 i think him and a sheltered royal reader would be very like. reader falls first wrio falls harder LMAO— u got me thinking about it now what can I do 💔

HI BABYY WELCOME BACK ♡♡

Thanks for supporting my brainrot LMAOOO it literally started bc of u HAHAA /pos

Now let me get u thinking about it more 👀👀👀👀👀👀

In a Fantasy AU vaguely inspired by tangled (I say vaguely bc it's got some elements, but not all of them yk?) Wriothesley is a master thief, who always snags whatever he sets his mind on. You, on the other hand, are the only child of the king and queen, and the sole heir to the throne. You're kept strictly within the castle and forbidden from leaving since you had been kidnapped once as a child, and your parents fear that happening to you again. You used to despise it, being locked up, but over the years you've grown to accept it (not necessarily like it, you've just stopped trying to escape the castle every so often.)

Now, Wriothesley plans to steal your crown, the heir's crown to the kingdom, as his biggest heist yet. So he sneaks past the guards one night, gets into the palace and even manages to sneak up to your room. He's so close— so close!— to getting his hands on the heir's crown, but there's one thing that he overlooks. Because no one in the kingdom has seen you, and information on you is so limited, there's no way for him to have known that you possess a dendro vision. So taking him by surprise, you manage to knock him out and tie him up in vines and flowers. When he wakes up, you manage to broker a deal with him: He wants your crown, right? Well, you have no use for the thing. Not really. To you, it's just a reminder that you're destined to be trapped and lonely for the rest of your life. So you'll give it to him— on the condition that he takes you to see the lantern rite festival in the nearby kingdom of Liyue.

And though its far, though his pride stings at being caught by some recluse of a royal, what choice does he really have? Refuse, and be caught by the guards? Not a chance. So he agrees to your terms and sneaks you out of the tower and leads you into town, where you see the world for the first time.

From there, it's a whole journey navigating from Fontaine to Liyue with you— but you get there just in the nick of time for the lantern rite to start. He brings you around, lets you sample food with glittering eyes, lets you buy fabrics and nicknacks, and pays with his own money. Wriothesley even manages to rent out a quaint pagoda with a balcony, where you can watch the festivities and the lanterns glow across the harbour. There, he basks along the railing with you, eating skewers and fried rice, letting the music and cheer put him at ease. As he talks to you, listens to you ramble on and on about how beautiful the place is and how you'd love to come back one day, Wriothesley finds that he no longer cares about getting his hands on that crown. All he cares about now is the flush on his face and the realization that somewhere, across the way from Fontaine to Liyue, you had managed to steal his heart.

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.cupcakes #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #cw gn reader #haskjdnaks idk i didn't really put much of a 'mother gothel' character or put much drama bc i cannot write drama for the life of me ahjkdsa #no life or death situations bc my GOD i cannot write those to save my own life akjwsndkjas #so idk i just imagine that after wrio confesses all is good and happy; you both go back to fontaine; wrio encourages you to #talk to the king&queen about letting u make ur own decisions and let u live your life !! and they do ♡♡ so yayyy happy ending

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crown-of-roses-thsc · 13 days

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@frazzledazzlin the biggest mistake I ever made was forgetting to put frazzledazzlin on this list. The apology video will be out soon but no matter how genuine it is it will never make up for the BIG FRICKIN MISTAKE OF FORGETTING TO PUT THIS DORK (/pos) ON HERE AAAAAAA??? AAAAAAAAAA??????? THEIR ART IS SO FFFFFREAKIN GOOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH *kicking and screaming*

@jasi-3 I JUST DISCOVERED THEM, LIKE, THE OTHER DAY, AND Y’ALL BETTER GET YOUR BUTTS OVER TO THEIR BLOG AND FOLLOW THEM.

@berensteinsmonster THEIR AUS ARE SO CREATIVE?? AND THEIR ART??? IS SO YUMMY??? ALSO I NEED MORE OF THE COWBOY AU I LOVE IT SO MUCH I LOVE CHANGING THE NAMES BUT KEEPING THEM SIMILAR THIS IS LITERALLY AMAZING THE FANDOM HAS PEAKED ITS ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE

@terrence-unsuaved I’m adding them to this list before I scream about the art they just sent me I gotta make sure not to forget because it is a CRIME THEY WERENT ON THIS LIST BEFORE THIS IS THE GRAVEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA???????????????????????EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MY CHEST IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE

y’all this is also a list of people I want to do art trades with please hit me up

And I’m trying to stick to people who were active in the fandom as of me putting them on the list hehe

#henry stickmin crown of roses #thsc #thsc cor #thsc au #henry stickmin #au #thsc ellie rose #copperrose #thsc reginald copperbottom #thsc right hand man #CALLOUT POST #BECAUSE THESE PEOPLE ARE TOO TALENTED >:((((#cor favorite

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local-fire-dumpster · 3 months

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I really like the concept of "what if the Asl brothers swap parents?" so here is my 2 cents to it:

Ace:

He swaps with Luffy. Obviously that would change his character quite a bit bc his daddy issues regarding Roger are an integral part of his character & how he views the world and himself. He'd still have some issues but well, if you are forced to grow up in a forest full of monsters and mountain badits bc your dad decides to fight the government and dump you with your clinically insane grandpa you'd probably have some too.

Ace has heard a lot of things about the Revolutionaries. The government and nobles would describe them as vicious devils. Some common folk would describe them as delusional.( One small group can't change how the world ticks no matter how hard they try.) Others would describe them as saviours and beacons of hope.

Given his personal experience with corrupt nobles (Gray Terminal fire), Ace understands why Dragon would want to take down the World Government as it stands.So he wouldn't really dwell too much on it and focus on his own ambitions.(Become a famous Pirate). If his father wants to be a Revolutionary then so be it.

(Also he'd definitely remind Garp about it with a smug face whenever the old man brings up joining the Marines.,which never fails to earn him a "fist of love")

Another core difference would be that he probably doesn't try and challenge Whitebeard.

I'm not sure if I remember this one properly but Ace's main reason for going after Whitebeard was that Whitebeard was Roger's Rival and Ace wanted to prove himself as quickly as possible. So if it hadn't been for that I think Ace would have sticked more to exploring the New World, improving his skills and spreading his name. He'd be a lot more laid back and sure he carries a big secret with him but it doesn't fell nearly as much of a burden as it did with Roger.

Naturally Marineford never occurs which would change things up quite a bit.

Sabo:

Sabo swaps with Ace. Sabo is a lot more level headed than Ace and would probably take the fact that Roger is his father a lot better than little Ace. That being said he would still carry certain worries and fears with him for life. What if people find out out about his secret? Would they hate him? Would they leave him?The Marines could show up and execute him any minute now.

I'm not sure whether Ace and Sabo would grow up together since infancy or whether Garp dropped Ace of at Dadans when he was older but either way the two of them would quickly grow fond of each other. Like in canon they only have each other and in a way they can bond over their secret.

Sabo doesn't hate Roger the same way Ace does. Sure he was supposed to be this terrible Pirate but one day he plans to set sail and become a Pirate himself. People would speak and think ill of him anyways he thinks.

I don't want to put him in Ace's position and make him a Whitebeard Pirate bc I doubt Sabo would be as bold as to attack an Emperor unprovoked.

Sabo still sets sail with the goal to be free and explore the world and write a book about it like in canon.

Him and Ace would probably be "rival" pirate captains. Everyone assumes there is some sort of history between them and that they are enemies but in reality it's just two brothers having a pissing contest over who can sink more Marine ships.

Luffy:

Luffy swaps with Sabo. While Ace and Sabo somehow find themselves in a little more favorable position in this Au, Luffy would find himself in a much worse position.

Being forced to wear clothes he doesn't like,restricted meals,being forced to study boring stuff,Luffy would absolutely hate all of this. His parents neglect him and abuse him verbally and emotionally on a daily level so naturally Luffy runs away like Sabo did.

Luffy is loud, eats a lot ,runs around and he loves to explore so the live of a noble would absolutely kill him on the inside.

He goes to the Gray Terminal and meets Ace and Sabo. He follows them around like in canon and when the Porchemy incident happens they finally take him in.

I'm not sure how he gets his df but since Zoan DFs are said to have a will of their own I think the fruit would have found it's way to Luffy with or without Shanks.

The part about Luffy being taken away from his brothers would definitely be different. Luffy is not Sabo. When Sabo got taken Ace trusted that Sabo can take care of himself and that he'll find his way back to them eventually.

But Luffy isn't Sabo.Luffy is their little crybaby brother who still can't protect himself. Who would give up his own live for something as trivial as keeping quite about their stolen treasure stash.

They know Luffy will suffer in High Town. Luffy knows too but he'd gladly trade his freedom for his brother's lives and they hate this.

Luffy would have a tougher time trying to escape then Sabo bc he is younger and clumsier.

Meanwhile Sabo and Ace would desperately try and make plans to free their little brother.

Maybe Dragon's ass actually helps during the fire or they end up forcing themselves to ask Garp but I can't see them leaving Luffy to his fate.

Luffy's pirate journey wouldn't change much though i guess his wanted poster having just "Luffy" means that some people don't view Luffy in the same light.

#one piece #luffy #sabo #portgas d ace #asl #monkey d. luffy #asl brothers #ace #monkey d luffy #portgas d. ace

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chrizztopher97 · 1 month

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WARNING: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

DOM!WerewolfChan, SUB!FemReader, swearing, oral, piv, unprotected sex, marking, breeding, breast play, praise, name calling, werewolf AU.

It was a normal day at work, serving costumer after costumer at the store whenever they came. From time to time paying attention at the music playing in the background.

It was one of the most unknown group you liked, called 'Strays', at first it was just a trio but then it became something big as eight yet one disappeared.

Every once in a while you found yourself looking around on the net in case there was any news about it but the only thing you could find was 'personal reasons'.

The bell of the store brought you back from the clouds and you stood up, ready to serve the costumer.

"Welcome." Smiling warmly, you gave a little bow.

The male costumer in return gave a little bow and went to do his own shopping.

Finding yourself immersed in the music, you hummed to the melody, almost tearing up at the voice of that trio you loved, J.One, FoxI.N and Seungmo.

"Gone away..." You hummed grabbing the scanner to scan every item the costumer left on the counter.

Scan after scan, you grabbed a totem reusable bag from under the counter and placed the goods inside.

"You listen to this group?" The guy brought your attention from the song to his voice.

"Oh yeah, definitely my favorite even though that CB97 left or is kinda silent..." You mumbled, clearly feeling afflicted by his absence.

"I'm pretty sure he'll be back." The guy chuckled pulling out his wallet, handling you his card.

"I hope so..." Swiping it to pay, you handled him the POS so that he could dial the pin. "Man, his voice was absolutely gorgeous." You whined in a sad smile.

The guy chuckled and got his stuff. "Thank you..." Looking your name tag for a moment. "Lady Y/N." And with a soft smile he left.

The voice sounded familiar yet you had no idea where the familiar source came from.

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Once the shift was over, you walked back home taking the path from within the forest, a less crowded way you would always take whenever you didn't want to partake in any conversations with the villagers.

After all, everyone was scared of that forest, except you. You were always so curious of what roamed inside of it. The rumors sounded so damn stupid that you knew it was all either a story that one mad man once told or just a way for the police to make sure that people wouldn't go there in case any killer or drug addict would walk around there freely.

It's been a while since you've lived there, almost ten years and you knew the forest like the insides of your pockets and never in your life you encountered killers nor a great, violent and ferocious beast that everyone claimed to exist.

Beast or not, it was peaceful being there, just you, the green and the wind. It was so calming but it did made you wonder if the forest was really claimed by someone or something. After all, there was that big castle at the end of the forest, right besides the lake. A beauty that no one apparently visited besides you.

With the bag in hand, you walked to the castle. As per usual you would make some sort of offerings, knocking three times at the door before leaving.

"Whether someone lives here or not, I'll enter someday." You mumbled looking up, the castle looking enormous to your stature.

Walking outside of the forest, you found a guy in a hat anda long coat walking right past you. "The forest isn't a place for people like you." He simply said before making his way inside.

Not minding whatever the man said, you just went your way home.

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Another day went by, meaning, another day walking inside the forest but this time you hadn't planned meeting anyone nor anything. Hearing growls, you made your way through the source, finding yourself by the lake. A pack of seven big wolves talking among each other, making you surprised by their long, smooth and likely silky fur.

A sniff caught your attention from above you, moving up your gaze you realised you were standing under the muzzle of a huge, black wolf with red eyes staring down at you. It didn't attack nor allerted the pack ahead so you just slowly retracted, making your way to the castle.

"Now, that was definitely insane." You whispered to yourself as you arrived at the start of the stairs of the castle.

Running up, you placed the offerings down before reaching for the doorknob, opening the huge wooden doors.

"No creakings?" You furrowed your brow upward, wondering why such an old castle wouldn't make exhausting noises.

Taking your phone, you turned on the flashlight, walking around. Curious as ever, you wandered around finding many rooms, opening one. The room seemed very old, as if no one ever stayed there for ages. Turning around you noticed something covered by a cloth, taking it down it revealed a painting of a guy in his 20s.

"Damn." Was the only thing you were able to say.

The man had long, dark brown curly hair, red eyes, a refined nose, well proportioned with his handsome face. Plump, looking soft, rosey plush lips.

"Pretty..." You whispered in your breath.

Unable to gather your thoughts you just stared at the painting as much as you wanted but a sound brought you back from your trance. Not knowing what to do, you went to the window.

In the meantime, the pack was looking at the window, amused by whatever you were doing.

"Humans are definitely weird." The wolf with a reddish fur howled.

"She is weird." The silver wolf almost snickered loudly.

"Make some weird sounds inside the house." The pack leader growled. "She wasn't phased even a bit when I was standing above her, wanna see how fearless she is."

The wolf with dark blue shade fur, turning in its human form, opened and closed doors making you prepping yourself on top of the window, ready to climb down.

"What if she falls?" The wolf with a grey fur mumbled.

"Then one of you will save her." The alpha howled back in response.

Taking your time in looking down, you secured your stuff inside your bag and tying your shoelaces, you tilted your head.

The wolves with their eyes on you, watched in amusement.

"Go inside my room, take your time in opening the door." The alpha howled once again.

Wolves, just like any other animal, had their senses heightened but as werewolves, they were able to communicate by kilometres even with just whispers.

Hearing the footsteps approaching and the door moving, you sighed and climbed down with smooth movements. Once at the edge of the last balcony, you just jumped down, causing a scratch on your arm.

"This is for being too nosy." You mumbled securing your bag and slowly running away. "I just hope it wasn't some drug addict or any convicted person." You mumbled making the wolves silently snicker among each other.

"She's definitely amusing." The alpha mumbled to itself.

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Another week passed by with the same routine. Work, walking by the forest, making your offering and then right straight at home.

Today, since it was the weekend, you went to do some grocery shopping, buying fruits and vegetables from the market in town.

"I should get some meat as well..." You mumbled looking at the fresh cuts on the stand as you walked by.

"How can I help you, lady?" The worker smiled genuinely as he fixed the hat on his head.

"Do you have any minced bovine meat?" You questioned hoping to find what you were looking for.

"Of course, anything else?" He questioned while placing two kilos of already covered minced meat inside a bag.

You loved the way this worker didn't leave the meat out in the open but already preserved in bags inside mini fridges.

"Uhm, can I have ten pieces of chicken wings and chicken drums, please." Adding whatever you needed, the worker immediately complied.

Taking all your bags and resting them inside your grocery trolley, you paid and thanked the saler.

He was a nice guy, always with a smile on his face. His ginger hair always caught your attention, making you wonder if it was normal for an Asian guy having real red hair.

"Uhm, sorry for the weird question but I've always been curious. Is that your color?" You questioned the guy, him already looking at you in amusement.

"Oh, yeah." He nodded taking off his hat, placing his hands on both sides of his head, showing you his scalp. "Definitely natural." He chuckled.

He was definitely a natural ginger haired boy and the color suited him very well.

Waving at him, you walked away. Passing by, you saw a stand selling silk items making you stop, touching the fabric and smiling softly at the touch.

"Welcome, lady. What can I get you?" The distinguished accent rang in your ears.

"Do you sell any robes?" You questioned looking at the black bedsheets, feeling the texture before picking the set.

"We do have them in the store," He mumbled taking a pair of keys. "if you may excuse me." The guy spoke to the friend before leading you to his store.

Showing you the vast choices, you looked around and touched the soft fabric. Nodding in amusement you grabbed three different colors. Black, red and purple.

"I'll get these and the black set of bedsheets. Please." You spoke while setting the set onto the counter.

Scanning the items, he grabbed a bag and set them inside. Handling him the card to pay, he gave you the POS. Swiping the card, you inserted the PIN before grabbing your bags and giving a smile at the worker.

"Thank you, have a good day." You said, a genuine smile on your lips.

Returning the generosity, he smiled and waved. "Thank you once again for your purchase." The guy with black hair said before you left.

The town you lived in wasn't a very huge place but you did know everyone yet you tended to forget people names. You only remembered the name of your favourite home designer, Felix.

A guy so radious where his blond hair always made his aura shine even brighter. Always with a smile on his face, specially on rainy and full moon nights.

Passing by his store, you waved at him through the window and went on your way home.

"You see that girl over there? She's Y/N Knight, the daughter of that married couple that was slaughtered by the beast." You heard someone say from your side.

'Yeah, yeah. Slaughtered by the beast.' You shook your head in disbelief.

Just because your parents were killed by that burglar, didn't mean the beast did it.

It made you uncomfortable the fact that the police paid you to keep quiet about the burglar, just for the sake of not having people walk around in the forest.

You could still remember the man's face that after that night it was found killed. To say that you were happy, it would have been an understatement. You were definitely happy that karma got him but you wished for him to suffer just a little more.

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It was night time and by routine you prepared your offerings. Today you decided to make two pies, a huge and a little one. One for yourself and the other, well, for whatever or whoever ate your food.

After you finished your meal, you grabbed the picnic basket and wore your coat before leaving the house. Walking by the path that leaded from your house to the forest, you took in the shining moonlight on your face.

You were so pale to the point that some villagers spreaded rumors about your family being descendants of vampires. You didn't believe it but the fact that you couldn't get tanned and that you didn't really like the sun, it was as if you were meant to walk in the shadows.

"Ha.. a vampire." You chuckled thinking about the rumor that spreaded the night of your parents funeral where you couldn't even shed a single tear.

Not that you were unable to feel anything but you tended to get your already cold feet, a little bit colder whenever you cried. That's why you just let yourself go once you were at home, in front of your fireplace and wrapped with a blanket. You loved your parents so much and having to lie about their death was... atrocious.

Without noticing you found yourself at the bottom of the stairs of the castle. You picked up the basket with your arms and walked up the stairs, making sure to not fall down.

Setting the basket on the floor, you rested the wrapped big plastic plate on the floor and knocked three times before running down the stairs and hiding yourself at the top of a tree.

Tonight you just wanted to know what or who ate all your offerings, wanting to thank them for making you cook more, as if you were cooking for your own family.

Hearing rustling made by footsteps, you could hear some growls before absolute silence.

Looking ahead you saw a man. Walking shamelessly naked under the moonlight. His, obvious, comrades threw him a robe so he could cover.

"Look at her bringing me my favourite." He spoke, his voice sounding so sweet and raspy, making you feel goosebumps all over your body.

"I knew it." You mumbled jumping down the tree.

Turning around you only saw that one man eating your pie, nonchalantly looking at you. Everyone else left fast enough for you to not even notice.

"Thank you for eating my food." You said running up to him.

The man, turned his look from the full moon to you. Standing up slowly before walking towards you.

"You shouldn't be here, lady." He spoke, eyes fixed on your stature.

You felt so small compared to his tall figure.

"You shouldn't either." You mumbled fidgeting with the button of your coat.

A chuckle came from his lips making you dazzled by his cute laugh.

"Go home, the forest is very dangerous." He spoke ruffling your hair. "You might encounter the beast." He said, a teasing smile forming on his lips.

"If you mean that pack of wolves that roam inside the forest, they don't scare me." You nodded your head in affirmation.

Hearing a chuckle, he just walked back up and waved at you.

You gave him a proper look before going away.

Once at home, you couldn't forget the face of that guy, his face reminding you of someone. His voice making your mind wander, as if you already heard him somewhere. Unable to remember where you saw him, you just let it go.

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Another week passed by. Same routine. Work, walk by the forest and then home. The weekend seemed rainy tonight so you had no idea if it was a good thing to go and make your offerings, in hope to see that handsome man.

You couldn't forget his voice nor the way he acted. It felt as if you knew him, yet you didn't.

As you prepared your dinner, lost in thought, you cooked more than you aimed, making it hard for you to decide whether to offer it or store it inside your fridge.

Taking the coin your father gave you, you tossed it.

"Head, I'm not going. Tail, I'm going." Looking down at the coin on the floor, you grabbed your raincoat and went your way with your basket.

If it weren't for your blue raincoat, you would look like little red riding hood and the idea made you giggle.

Humming your favorite song, you finally arrived at the end of the stairs.

"I wish they made a slide to come down." You pouted holding the basket with your forearms before walking up.

Once at the stairs, you set the basket on the floor and knocked three times before going down the stairs. Waiting behind a tree you saw a big wolf walking towards the basket, smiling yet pouting at the same time. You definitely hoped to see that guy again.

Walking towards the wolf, you made a little noise. "Sorry to disturb you, wolf." You mumbled poking it's side.

The wolf stopped eating, looking at you almost in disbelief.

"Have you seen a man this tall?" You questioned holding up your hand to the guy's height. "Very handsome, long, curly dark hair?" Shaking your head you huffed. "Why am I even talking to a wolf as if you could respond..." You whispered stroking its muzzle, not fazed by the fact that such a big animal could literally rip you to shreds.

On the other side, the wolf looked at you incredulous, its tail almost wagging by the touch of your strokes.

'This human is definitely weird.' The wolf thought, lowering its head so you could reach better.

"Do you have a home?" You questioned petting the back of the wolf, burying your fingers inside the long soft fur.

The wolf, amused by the way you were acting, it decided to gamble on the situation. Shaking its head, the wolf lied down on its four legs as if to tell you that it was just a stray animal.

"Wait, you're the same wolf of two weeks ago." You said taking the head between your hands. "Red eyes." You mumbled making the wolf wag its tail. "You do have a pack... I can't bring you home with me..." Pouting, you rubbed its neck. "I'll bring you something tomorrow, yeah?" You smiled and retracted your hand.

Walking back to your place, you sighed.

Meanwhile, the alpha looked at you. Silently following your steps just to know where you lived.

Once you stopped, the wolf hid itself behind a lying tree, observing you.

'How amusing.' The red eyed wolf thought.

As you organised your plants, you moved a big rock with your hands making the wolf muzzle almost open wide.

'Interesting.' It thought as it was watching you effortlessly place it on another side of your garden.

It wasn't a secret that your body was that strong, even if it didn't look like it. No one ever expected it to be like that but you enjoyed the feeling of being able to do whatever you wanted by yourself. Not needing to call anyone just for the sake of moving a mere couch.

It did weirded you out the fact that your muscles were that strong but as your father always said, it was natural strength.

"What was it again?" You questioned thinking about what your father once said. His vague words always confusing you. "Yes, strength that passes from generation to generation." You mumbled to yourself.

The wolf, hearing whatever you were rambling about, turned around and went back to the forest.

"One of you, find out who is this child and which family she is from." The wolf growled to one of its pack that was listening from afar.

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Another full moon arrived, as per routine you prepared your offerings, preparing a special cake. This time you decided to grab a picnic basket and place everything you prepared inside.

Once at the lake, you set the picnic towel on the ground and waited sitting on top of it. Hoping that someone would join you.

Minutes that became hours made you sigh. Taking the cake from inside the basket you put on the candle and took the lighter from your pockets, lighting the little red candle. "Happy birthday to me, I guess..." You whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.

It wasn't the first birthday you've spent alone but today you hoped that anyone, whether it was that man or that big wolf or even a small spider, would accompany that cursed date of yours.

Feeling some rustling from the side, you looked up meeting the guy you once saw on a full moon. A robe covering just bits of his body, the sensitive parts especially.

"You're here?" He questioned walking up to you, eyes glaring down at your seated form.

"Where is hi, how are you?" You questioned rolling your eyes.

This guy was definitely weird. Talking to you as if he'd known you for years yet you met only two times.

Sitting next to you, he grabbed a sandwich from the basket and looked at the moon. "Were you cryin'?" He questioned, a cheeky smile on his lips.

"Like hell I'd cry." You mumbled cutting the wild berries cheesecake.

"Lies." He said giggling.

"Why would I even cry?" Taking two plates you set a slice on a plate.

"Because you're friendless, maybe?" He teased, shaking his head as he reached for the empty plate, hoping for you to fill it.

"No cake for you." You scoffed turning around while eating your portion.

"Oh, come on!" He whined reaching for your hand. "You always bring me food, at least grant me a slice of your birthday cake." Poking on your shoulder making you sit still, back straightened at the feeling of his finger.

"Oh, no no." You turned around and looked at him. "I bring food here for whoever lives here, not for you." You mumbled finally giving in and placing a slice of cake on the plate he was eagerly waiting to be filled.

"So cruel." He mumbled taking a big bite from the cake, his canines visible to your eyes.

'So long for a human.' You wondered to yourself.

It was rather weird and rare that someone would want to shape their canines that long and sharp.

"Why are you always naked?" You questioned pointing at his odd vest.

"I don't have a need for complessed clothes." He mumbled handing you the knife.

"Want another slice?" You questioned, looking at his expectant face.

Nodding in return, he moved his now empty plate as if to hurry you.

"Cut it yourself, you have hands." You mumbled before finishing your slice.

Falling on your back, you looked at the moon and listened to the water moving.

"Why are you always here?" His voice caught your attention for a moment.

Eyes looking at him for a moment. "I like it here." You simply responded. "And how do you know I come here often?" Your voice almost concerned.

'Is he stalking me?' Thinking for a moment before realising that if he wanted to do something to you, he wouldn't have wasted time chit chatting for no reason.

"I take walks around here often." He mumbled, eyes looking elsewhere.

"Are you homeless?" You questioned, almost caught off guard by your rudeness. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask you this way." You mumbled fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve.

The guy just laughed, shaking his head he lied down right next to you. "I do have a home. But I like taking walks here as well."

Nodding, understanding the feeling you sighed. Perhaps a sigh that whispered how lonely you felt and how grateful you were for him to show up randomly.

"Wait." You mumbled looking at him. "How did you know it was a birthday cake?" You questioned holding yourself with your elbows.

"I happened to hear you." He mumbled touching something from his vest. "Here." He mumbled handing you a box.

"And you magically have this with you because?" You questioned, confused as to why he would bring something inside a robe that has no pockets.

"Because I happened to know you were coming here and I wanted to give it to you regardless." He said handling it to you. "So take it." He mumbled, voice sounding calm and gentle yet demanding.

Weirded out by the sudden gesture, you grabbed the box and opened it. Inside it lied the pendant of a necklace. A red lapis lazuli with a bat with closed wings on top.

"Mhm. Not that I dislike it but..." You mumbled taking it in your hand, surprised by the sudden movement the wings of the bat made. Opening as if ready to fly away. "Uh... Is it supposed to be doing that?" You questioned, eyebrows furrowed confusedly.

"Hmm..." He mumbled looking at it and then at you. "Hold this for a second." He mumbled pulling out a second box.

Already weirded out, you just did what he told you. Opening the box and revealing another pendant with a white mineral with the shape of a full moon.

Taking it in your hand, you looked at him. "What about it?" You mumbled, curious as to why he was giving you these type of gifts.

"Interesting..." He mumbled looking at your hands now holding those two minerals.

Glancing down you saw the second necklace shining from a white to a bloodshot red color.

"Do they change based on emotions?" You questioned curiously.

"Something like that." He mumbled looking at the pendants, as if to remember the shape they took once in your hands.

"Take the one you think fits you best." He spoke, now looking into your eyes.

There was something weird about all this but you couldn't understand what it was.

"I like them both." You mumbled tracing the lines of the adornment.

"Which one feels like home to you?" He questioned, eyes fixed on yours.

Those dark pupils eyeing you as if you had to give the man a satisfying answer.

"Home.." You mumbled out loud as you looked at the two gifts.

"My dad would choose the bat one and my mother would also choose the same as my dad." You pondered, weighing them on your palms for no reason. "But I like the moon one better."

"Hmm." He whispered taking the moon pendant, wrapping the necklace around your neck.

Standing up, he looked at you and scooped down to your height.

"Call me if you sense you're in any danger, got it?" He said, a serious tone in his voice, taking you off guard.

Nodding your head, he stood up and waved at you as he took the picnic basket. "I'll return it next time, birthday girl." He mumbled before leaving you all alone.

Puzzled at the sudden sentence, you sat there for a moment before going home.

Once wrapped up with your blankets you wondered. "And how am I even supposed to call a guy I don't even know the name of?" You mumbled shaking your head before dozing off.

On the other side, the guy felt a light breeze on his neck, knowing that you were thinking of him.

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Another week passed and you were going to the forest with big bloody steaks to give to the wolves.

"Brought you something!" You exclaimed walking up to the wolves that were looking at you.

"You smell that? Mhm... wanna dig my fangs on it." The wolf with a blondish fur howled as you opened the bag.

"The other week, the two things you gave me, they did change." The alpha growled to one of its pack.

"Both of them?" The wolf with a brownish fur howled.

Your hand reaching for the meaty steaks and place them each in front of the wolves as you heard them howl and growl.

The alpha nodded, muzzle reaching for your neck. "Hey hey, the meat is there. Not me." You mumbled, the moon pendant necklace now showing.

"But she chose this one?" The question came rather curious.

"She did want them both but I told her to choose just one." The alpha looked at you before digging in to the portion of meat you placed under its nose.

Smiling fondly at those wolves, it felt as if you had little puppies around you all the time. Patting the blond fur of one of the wolves, you smiled as you saw the sparkle in its golden eyes.

Tilting your head, you took a few steps backwards, sitting on the cement while looking at all of them.

"Is it even normal for a wolf to have red eyes?" You mumbled to yourself. "Hmm..." You hummed bringing out an old book that was in your father's studio.

Flipping some pages randomly you stopped on an odd page. Almost impossible to recognise.

"Werewolves, uh..." You whispered trying to read the word carefully.

The wolves, halted their snickering as soon as they heard you but you didn't mind it. After all, they were wolves who couldn't understand you anyways. That's what you thought, of course.

"Did she just say..." The dark purple furred wolf with golden eyes howled.

"Later." The alpha growled taking its seat behind your back.

Leaning onto the wolf belly, you hummed while trying to read the words. "Ugh." Whining you changed page. "It's too dark here to read this old page." Whining you gave up as you rest your eyes for a moment.

"Oh! Vampires." You mumbled looking interested.

"Vampires, enemies of werewolves for long time where the existence serve for the purpose of equilibrium between light and darkness, life and death." You started reading the phrase.

The wolves looking among each other, the alpha gritting its teeth.

"Bloodthirsty creatures, just like werewolves, that catch their preys by playing with them. Emotionally and physically." You mumbled touching the picture.

Your fingers tracing the line of the man's face painted on the paper.

"Not my type." You scoffed flipping the page once again stopping at the sight of the guy you spent your birthday with.

"Wait a second." You mumbled taking your phone to turn on the flashlight.

The wolf behind you moving uncomfortably against your face. "I'll pat you later." You mumbled pulling its muzzle away from your face.

Staring blankly at the picture, a thought came on your mind. "Oh my God. He's the guy in the painting!" You exclaimed tapping with your feet on the grass.

"That's why it felt as if I've seen him somewhere." You mumbled closing the book.

"He's hotter in person." You giggled to yourself. "But that's probably a relative of his." You whispered looking at the old picture.

The wolves in the meantime looked at you as if they understood what you meant. Your eyes wandering everywhere.

"Call me if you sense any danger." You mocked the guy you met, name still unknown. "Yeah, danger. As if I can't even hold a damn cooking knife." You scoffed looking at the wolf behind you.

"He belittled me but he's the one who should know I am the danger." You whined stretching your body. "Such a mean, handsome guy." You pouted, the wolves snickering among each other.

"What will you do if she learns the truth?" The dark purple furred wolf questioned to the alpha.

"As long as I'm cursed, she'll never learn about it." The alpha howled.

Closing your eyes you hummed your favourite song 'Placebo'.

"I wanna meet these Strays' guys so bad." You mumbled in a whine. "My dear CB97, come back to me!" With a semi begging voice, you looked at the night sky and stretched your arms.

The rest of the night passed with you getting almost walked by all those wolves back home. It felt rather weird but at least you weren't alone.

"If I see my garden messed up, I know it's because of you." You looked at those eight big wolves that were standing behind you. "Behave and go back to your place. I'll arrange you a spot here when I have time." Pointing your finger up as if you were scolding them.

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Back in the forest, almost all of the wolves shifted back to their human forms, everyone except for the leader.

"What do we do now?" One of the pack questioned while opening the door of the castle, making way for their leader to enter.

"We're getting too tangled up with that human." The guy with ginger hair mumbled. "The vampires will definitely think we're breaking the oath." Visibly annoyed thinking back on what happened ten years ago.

"The vampires have no right to utter a single word for what they did the last time." The alpha growled sitting by the fire.

"About that, Chris." The blond haired guy spoke. His voice sounding rather hesitant.

"What happened Felix?" The alpha growled. Impatient to understand as to why he would act like that.

Felix looked at him, almost scared to see his own alpha lose control over his possible response.

"The man that was killed by the vampires ended up to be the killer of Y/N's parents." He mumbled scratching the back of his neck.

"I did hear some rumor like that once but I wasn't sure about it." The guy with fake glasses on spoke as he set them on the table.

"How do you know?" Chris, growled.

"Y/N and I have a good friendship." Felix mumbled.

As silence befall the entire castle, the pack awaited for their alpha to start speaking.

"Changbin, Jisung, Minho." Chris growled looking at them. "Find out the location of those vampires who killed her parents." Proceeding with his own thoughts. "Jeongin, Hyunjin, Seungmin, I want you to find out who spreaded rumors about her family." Looking at them briefly before shifting his gaze to Felix. "You stay close to her."

"Why are you doing all of this?" Changbin questioned frustrated.

All of them were siblings and they followed their alpha with eyes closed and neither of them ever faltered their trust in him. Their elder brother was their own moon. Always shielding and protecting each other like the family they were.

"Besides you that bring me food constantly, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been able to remain strong." He howled. "The curse has gotten worse but her food helps me regain my supernatural strength to the point that I started shifting again at every full moon." He explained.

Reminiscing to those weeks he passed closed in his room as a wolf, blocked by anything and going out only whenever he heard knocks. Then roaming around the forest finding food in front of their house. All that food ignited something in him.

He was finally able to turn back for more than just a full moon every two months. His strength came back making it easier for him to shift back to his human form every full moon in a single month.

"There's something I need from her." He howled leaving the others in complete confusion.

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Another week passed and as it was another beautiful night. The full moon was shining so brightly and you decided to make plans to find that guy you eagerly waited to see.

In the meantime you walked the path to the castle, the pack was having a heated argument with the vampires to the point that they couldn't even smell nor hear you.

Hiding behind a tree you could see Felix right behind your annoying semi naked friend. Your eyes didn't focus yet on the situation but once they did, you could see two people brought on their knees by force.

You could recognise the built body of the silk salesman, hands holding down the woman and man by their necks, so easily. His arms sleeveless showing his toned biceps.

"Behave." He spoke so coldly making you unable to recognise him.

Everytime you would come by the market, he would always give you a nice smile, making you wonder if it was the same person.

"Now tell me the truth." Your friend questioned. Voice so harsh to the point that it made you wonder if his personality towards you was all fake.

"They were our kind." The man held by the neck spoke.

"We just did what we ought to do." The woman spoke after.

"And the child?" He then questioned. Eyes looking down at them.

For some reason it reminded you of how the alpha of the wolf pack looked at you the first time you met.

'Should I just go?' You questioned yourself as you were hesitant of showing yourself.

"She's not of our kind." The man spoke, harsh words coming from his voice.

"How is that even possible?" Felix spoke, his deep voice catching you off guard as a growl almost came out from his throat.

"We don't know. It was because of that wi-" The woman spoke but got caught by your nameless friend.

"You mean to tell me that woman put a hex on her as well?" He questioned, head twitching on the left. His jaw clenched and his hands closed in fists.

He looked visibly mad about something.

"We don't know. We just know that the woman met her parents after she was conceived." The man responded.

Unable to think anything of whatever was going on, you just left.

Once at home, you just moved the food from the basket to the fridge before going to bed.

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Some weeks passed and you hesitated going to the forest as you fell sick. A sore throat that made you stop talking.

While working you kept yourself silent, hoping that no costumer would find you rude.

Coming back home, you decided once again to take the village route. Casually nodding as to greet some people that passed by.

Once at the gates of your home, you opened it and walked to the back of the house to quickly water the plants. That night was moonless, there was no hint of light besides your house.

As you turned to go in, you heard a growl making you turn around and see the red eyed wolf.

"What are you doing here?" You questioned so silently. Voice feeling so broken and throat hurting so bad. "Sorry, I'm not feeling so good." You mumbled quietly before turning around and getting inside.

The wolf looked at you, incredulous of the cold way you treated him.

"Open." Chris howled, paw reaching for the window.

Sighing you opened the window and closed it behind you once the wolf was inside.

"Paws." You whispered, a cloth in your hands.

Kneeling down, he gave you the paws that you cleaned thoroughly. Making sure to clean under the claws.

"Don't expect me to be joyfull, I feel very sick." You mumbled standing up.

Opening the fridge you took a steak and placed it on the wolf's muzzle.

"Have this, don't make a mess while I change my clothes." You murmured so quietly as you left.

Christopher, the wolf, couldn't stop wondering why you didn't even look for him. Not a single time. After all you had the necklace and just the thought of him would have called upon his name so why wasn't he in your head.

Once the wolf finished eating, he walked around the house, looking at the picture frames of your family, recognising the faces of your parents making him mad at the idea of you being their daughter.

As you came out in the living room, wearing your warmest pajama, you hopped on the couch and patted the place next to yours.

"Sit beside me. I'm cold." You whispered, voice shaking as a very terrible cough escaped your throat. "Ugh..." You whined as you covered yourself with a heavy blanket.

The wolf came on top of the couch making you stand up and lean on its belly. Picking the remote you placed a movie in hope to fall asleep.

Putting on a horror movie, the start was enough to make you fall asleep on the red eyed wolf that every inhale and exhale vibrated through your entire body, making you feel somewhat relaxed.

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On the night of the full moon, Christopher shifted back on his human form for the first time after he couldn't because of your absence.

After waiting for some time, he saw you walking up the stairs of the castle. Going down from the top of the highest roof of the mansion, he came from behind you.

"You surely come here just whenever you want, uh?" He questioned sarcastically as he poked your sides.

"Missed me?" You teased, your voice sounding as clear as water.

'No more sickness, uh?' He thought to himself.

"Why would I?" He teased back. "After all, the one who missed me was you." Pointing at the bag you were holding.

Mocking him in response, you just gave him the bag and ruffled his hair, feeling something soft moving under your touch. "Don't get too excited or you'll end up wagging your tail." You joked aiming to leave.

"You're leaving?" He questioned making you turn around. "Thought you dressed so prettily for me." He teased making you chuckle.

"I have a date. Now, bye bye." You responded making him almost explode the sandwich he was holding in his hand.

"Have fun." He just replied before you disappeared from his sight.

"Follow her and find out who that guy is." Chris spoke, voice so damn cold that it made his own pack scared.

Complying to his orders they found her walking around with a human, the way he was holding onto her made it understand that they had to somehow interrupt the date.

Changbin and Minho made their way between you two, acting playfully as if they were joking around.

"Oh, sorry." They mumbled seeing that you and the guy separated from each other.

"Oh, it's you!" You exclaimed pointing at Minho. "You were all about not going to the forest while going inside yourself." You teased him making him shake his hand. "Acting all so badass."

"Oh, he's always so grumpy at first but he's a softie on the inside." Changbin spoke holding you by the shoulders.

"You okay with this guy?" He questioned softly in your ear.

"Can you come up with something, he wants to take me to his place..." You whispered very quietly.

Smirking, he looked at his friend and held you close. "Changbin will take care of this." He mumbled pointing at himself before turning to the guy.

"I'm so sorry but my sister needs to come home immediately." He spoke, eyes piercing to his skull. "So bye." He mumbled pulling you away. "Minho, grab some food on your way back." He mumbled before making his way to the forest.

"You have no idea how mad Christopher is." He mumbled in his breath making you look up to him.

"Why would he?" You questioned, eyes definitely look for some honesty in his words.

"He's very serious about some things." Changbin mumbled, making you halt in your steps.

"Why would he?" You questioned so incredulous. "It's not like he's my boyfriend." You mumbled walking once again.

In response Changbin just mumbled something unaudible to your ears.

Once in the forest, you were halted by Chris' arms wrapped around you.

"I'm not staying here." You mumbled pushing him aside. "Going home right now." You added turning around.

"Stay." His voice firm yet so gentle.

"I'm exhausted." You mumbled waving at everyone.

As you left, they all looked at their pack leader for a moment before going inside. Not wanting to feel his rage even for a moment.

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Two days after you left him all alone, he couldn't help it but come to your house, finding you opening the window for his wolf form to enter.

"Was waiting for you, I didn't see you for a while." You giggled rubbing the belly making him wag his tail.

While listening to music you halted in your steps.

"CB97 is Chris!" You exclaimed so eager. "That says a lot about the way I could recognise his voice." You mumbled, the wolf nuzzling on your chest.

Caressing his muzzle, you bopped his nose. "You're so heavy but so fluffy." You giggled rubbing his ears.

Not caring much about the way he acted in front of you, you both ended up falling asleep on the couch of your living room.

The next day you woke up, it felt as if a heavy weight was lifted from your body. Yawning you opened your eyes to find a bare chest against your face making you startled to the point of falling from the couch.

"What the hell?" You questioned eyeing the guy that was next to you.

He looked at you for a moment before standing up. His naked body almost fully revealed to your sight.

"Chris, when did you come here?" Your voice shaky from embarrassment.

"Didn't think you'd be able to break the curse just like this." He mumbled ruffling his hair revealing his ears. Wolf ears.

"And even in one of the worst period I could be in." He whispered coming closer to you, pulling you by the waist. "Had to break it right in time for rut season, uh?" His lips moving closer to your ear.

"Are you a..." Unable to even comprehend your own thoughts you looked behind him for some sort of confirmation.

A tail.

"Is this even possible?" You questioned looking up to him, finding his eyes fixed intently on yours.

Blushing, you tried to move your gaze elsewhere making him place a hand on your chin, pulling it up with his index and stroking it softly with his thumb.

"Anything is possible, cutie." He whispered leaning closer.

"Now that explains everything..." You mumbled thinking back at the night where you saw him looking so menacing.

Confused, he looked at you and sat back on the sofa, making sure to cover his prominent bulge under the blanket.

"We should talk." He mumbled pulling you by the hand, making you sit on the table to look directly at him.

After he explained everything to you, from the death of your parents, to his life, the curse he undergo and how your parents killed their entire werewolf bloodline, leaving only him with his pack made you feel so wrong. It felt as if you knew nothing about your family.

"If they killed your bloodline, why do you treat me with care?" You questioned softly, eyes filled with tears.

"Because you're not responsible for what happened hundred years ago." He answered, making you pause for a moment.

"How old are you?" Head so confused to the point that the only thing you could focus on was his age.

"126 years old." He mumbled caressing the skin under your eyes to take the tears off of your face.

"And you want to go to your rut season with me?" You questioned in disbelief.

"I won't touch you if you don't want me to." He whispered leaning in. "But know that just talking right now it's so difficult for me."

He looked at you so gently but his red eyes looked at you as if he was already eating you up.

"I don't think I'm capable of holding your puppies..." You mumbled, shocked by whatever thought came out in your head.

He chuckled, eyes lingering on yours before looking at your lips. "Don't worry about that, I'm pretty sure you're capable of holding at least six of them." He whispered standing up.

Hand still holding yours, he made you stand up and pressed your body against his. "Now make me feel how much you missed your CB97." He whispered, a hand of his trailed from your waist to the curve of your ass.

"Chris... Am I perhaps your mate?" You questioned so softly, your voice choked by your own saliva.

"Are you questioning me if I claimed you?" He spoke, a hint of tease in his words.

His lips reached your cheek, kissing it softly. "Is it because Changbin told you that I get possessive about what's mine?" Kissing your cheeks once again he looked at you before leaving a kiss on your neck. "Or is it because I ordered them to interrupt your date?"

"I meant like... imprinting or something..." You whispered, your hands shaky. Legs feeling so weak that if he didn't hold you, you would have fallen on the floor.

You had no idea where to put your focus on. Whether it was on his lips on your neck, his hand that was massaging your ass cheek or on his hardness pressed on your belly. Hearing his chuckle, you looked up to him.

"We're not in Twilight." He giggled taking both your sides, caressing your ass cheeks for a moment before pulling you up in his embrace. "Werewolves claim their mates with their mark." He explained, walking towards your room making you self conscious about what was about to happen.

You did wonder when you would end up in bed with him but never ever in your thoughts you imagined to be held by someone who was secretly a werewolf.

"And what if I don't want it?" You questioned softly as he put you down on the mattress, caressing your legs softly.

"Then, I'll go away and you won't see me ever again." He whispered placing himself between your legs. "Worst case scenario the curse will come back and I'll have to wait another hundred years to find someone like you."

Not knowing what to make of the situation, you just stared at him. A visible reddish blush scattered on your cheekbones making your skin heating up.

"Want me to stop?" He questioned softly, leaning forward, arms resting on your sides, palms placed in both sides of your face. "Gotta admit, it's not ideal of me being already naked..." He whispered in a chuckle as he leaned in closer, hips pressed on your core.

With a slow huff, you looked at him and giggled. "You've been always semi naked." You teased, hands reaching to touch his ears but stopping midway, not knowing if you could do such intimate thing.

Regardless of the moment, that was the first time you ever been so intimate with him. Not that you disliked it nor wanted to deny it. After all, he was in your most intimate thoughts. Whether you intently thought of him while pleasuring yourself or even if his face just happened to pop up everytime you happened to reach your peak.

Lowering his head, he nuzzled his head on your hand. "You can touch, baby." He whispered leaning in so slowly.

With the prints of your thumb and index, you felt the texture of his ear. It felt silky and smooth just like when he was a wolf.

With a soft whimper, he leaned more into your touch. Getting up with your elbows, you leaned your face forwards.

"Stop hesitating..." You mumbled pressing your lips on his, letting a gruttal moan escape from his mouth to yours.

Smirk forming on his lips, he gave you a light peck. "How many rounds?" His sweet voice questioned as your lips kept on staying locked.

"As far as I can hold?" You questioned back, not understanding what he meant by that.

With a chuckle he pressed his lower body on your thigh. "I mean, how many rounds do you need to get used to me." Kissing your lips softly, he looked at you warmly.

Caught off guard, you gulped down and felt the prominent pressure between your legs. Unable to look him in the eyes, your blush colored your entire face making it harder for him not to giggle at your reactions.

"Such an adorable creature you are." He whispered caressing your lips with his finger. "I'll go slowly and when you'll tell me, I'll move better," Kissing your forehead for a few moments before continuing speaking. "how does that sound, my lady?"

His red eyes looked down on yours, your breath caught in your throat as you looked at his plush, plump, soft and sweet lips aiming at the softest part of your neck. "After all, I should do what my lady wishes me to do."

Biting your lower lip, you closed your eyes enjoying the beautiful feeling of his lips on your skin. "Ha..." Letting out a delicate moan, he smirked on your skin, looking up to you.

"Shall I?" Whispering, he retracted his lips from your neck to place his hands on the hem of your pajamas shirt.

With a nod you sat on your knees and let him pull up your shirt.

"Wait." You whispered getting off the bed. "I... I need a moment." You mumbled running to the bathroom.

Swiftly taking off your pajamas, you looked at your body from the mirror and looked in case there were any imperfections. Taking your toothbrush, you brushed your teeth and hopped in the shower to clean your body thoroughly.

"Getting me so hypnotized to the point of forgetting basic things like hygiene..." You mumbled in your breath as you got out of the shower wrapped in a towel.

On the other hand, Chris that was waiting you in bed, was giggling at your words. Unable to resist your adorable ways of acting.

Getting off the bed himself, he opened your closet and took a pair of shorts wearing them. "Guess I'll need the boys to get me some clothes now..." He mumbled walking to the bathroom, knocking three times.

"You okay in there, my lady?" His soft voice caught your attention making you halt in your steps.

"Ah, yes. I'll be out in a second." You mumbled drying your body and putting on some essential oil.

"Not that one.." He mumbled in his breath. "I might risk going too indelicate if you use this one scent.." Slowly opening the door, he got the bottle from your hands. "This one only could make me wild out of rut season.."

Slowly moving his hands on the shelf, he took a red bottle and placed it in your fingers. "This one will keep me at least a little calm." Securing the towel wrapped around your body, he walked you out of the bathroom. "Take your time, I'll clean myself up, I definitely need it." He chuckled kissing your forehead before closing the door behind him.

"There are some supplies on the third drawer." You mumbled before walking to your bedroom.

As he caught himself in the shower, you hurriedly massaged yourself with the berry essential oil everywhere. From your face to your neck, from your breasts to your hips and then from your thighs to your toes.

Wrapping yourself with the black silky robe, you fixed the bedroom, lightning up some red cinnamon candles, scattering some petals on the mattress before sitting at the edge of the bed. Brushing your semi dried hair with your fingers.

After some time, Chris came in the room and leaned against the door frame. Arms wrapped on his chest as he looked at how you organised the bedroom.

"Cinnamon?" He questioned walking slowly, towel wrapped around his waist. Body still covered in droplets of water.

"You don't like it?" You questioned almost reaching to turn off all the candles.

"Mh... I do," He murmured taking you by the hand to make you stand up. "it's really relaxing me." He whispered lowering his face to your height. "That's what I usually ask the pack to put in my room so that I don't go around breeding anyone and anything." He joked, lips brushing on your cheeks.

Leaning into his touch, you reached to wrap your hands behind his neck. Standing on your tiptoes, you locked your lips with his in a sweet and delicate kiss.

"How do you normally like it?" You whispered caressing his ears tenderly.

"Baby, do you think a wolf mates just with anyone?" He chuckled lifting you up so smoothly while sitting you onto his lap.

Hands reaching for your butt cheeks, you looked at him with a blush on your face. Seeing his tail wagging behind his back, you chuckled kissing his cheek.

"I guess someone is eagerly waiting for something." You teased as you brushed your fingers behind his back.

"Babygirl, you're merely covered by silk and you expect me to resist you?" He teased, hands reaching your thighs.

Caressing your skin slowly, he cupped your butt cheeks once again, lifting up the thin material just to finally feel some of your skin.

Letting out a soft moan, you leaned in to capture his lips with yours. At first the kiss was tender and gentle but a few moments later it just came out to be so desperate. His hands moving around your body, exploring every inch he missed so far.

Breathless, his lips moved from your lips to your neck, nibbling on your skin fervently. Fingers moving at the loose tie you made, making the robe fall behind your back in seconds.

Wrapping an arm behind your waist, he lifted you and easily made you lie down on the mattress. Completely naked, he unwrapped the towel from his waist making it fall behind him as he propped himself between your thighs.

Softly moaning, your hands reached for his back, caressing his skin gently. Nails slightly grazing him as he let out a breathy moan.

"I hope you can keep up with these four weeks," He whispered brushing the tip of his cock on your folds. "I got some pent up sexual frustration..."

"Four wee-" Interrupted by the shaft of his lenght entering inside, you let out a little cry. Digging your nails on his skin making him let out one of the most delicious sounds you'd ever heard coming from him.

"Fuck.." He mouthed as he entered fully inside of you. "So wet and ready for me.." Kissing your lips once again, he captured your lower lip between his teeth.

A hand trailing your curves. From you ass to your breasts, playing with your hard nipple, he gave a light squeeze to your tit before parting his lips for a second. "...can I move?" He questioned so silently.

Kissing him back in response, he held your body pressed against his as you arched your back feeling him sliding outside of you. "Ha.." Huffing and soft moanings muffled by your open mouthed kiss as he slid right back inside.

A hand squeezing your chest while the other squeezed your ass cheek as the arm made its way to part your right leg so that he could slide in and out easily.

"You feel so damn good, baby." He whispered softly in a breathy moan.

Holding onto his muscular body, you let out his name escape from your lips several times. Your core feeling as if a fire was ignited all over you. Loving the way his chest moved its way, flexing every muscle every time he thrusted himself inside of you.

Unable to resist longer, you cried out his name as you came for the first time. Arching your back, he let out a howl making his way with his fangs on your neck.

"Where can I mark you, my lady?" He whispered grazing his teeth on your skin.

"Anywhere it's fine." You mumbled trying to catch your breath.

In a swift motion, you found yourself on top of him. Not a single time he slid himself out of you. Unable to even resist the urge anymore, he caught your wrists behind your back, his free hand moving so slowly against your ass cheek but the motion felt hundred times harder than you could imagine.

You felt vibrations through your entire body as he digged his fangs inside the flesh of your shoulder. Thrusting as deeper and harder into you.

"Oh my God!" You couldn't refrain from screaming as both the pain and pleasure were overwhelming you.

His hand easily tying your wrists behind your back as the other kept on fondling your ass. "You taste heavenly." Whispering in your ear as he slammed himself harder and harder.

"Fuck Chris.." You whined as you were easily manhandled by his strong arms.

Even your strength couldn't compare to his. The way he kept you under his firm yet so gentle hands, as he did his best to keep up a pace as humanly as possible.

"My lady, hope you can forgive my rudeness." He whispered standing up and walking against the wall.

Your back arching at the chill feeling of the cold wall as he kept on pushing in and out, in and out.

His claws slowly grazing your skin lightly as he kept on fucking you to insanity. "The way you're sucking me in..." His voice slightly above a whisper. "Makes me going insane." He mumbled freeing your hands and placing a palm on the side of your face.

His claws digging in the wooden wall as the other kept on holding you from your ass, slapping it from time to time as he kept on moving.

Your nails reaching for his shoulder, digging fervently inside his skin. Your voice unable to stop the sounds from the blissful sensations.

"126 years and you started making music?" The random question made his movements stop for a moment.

Tail moving at every thrust he made, ears jumping up and down everytime his head moved, a dazed look in his eyes, eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip caught between his teeth. "Babygirl, you're surely amusing if you make such questions in these heated settings." He chuckled continuing his movements once again, slowing the speed this time.

"I need to keep myself focused or else you'll end up stopping in a few moments." You mumbled holding his ears in your palms.

"Alright then." He mumbled pulling you down.

Turning you around, your back faced him as he pushed your stomach gently onto the mattress. "Well, after some time of changing jobs, I wanted to experiment some new things," He mumbled rubbing the shaft of his hardness at your entrance. "and music felt like a good start." He mumbled slowly spreading your sweet hole with his thumbs as he slid himself with a single thrust making the both of you moan in unison.

"You intend on.. huff.. coming back?" You questioned as you let your feet float mid air as he was holding your waist up.

"Maybe, but not so sure." He huffed in response. Both of his fingers holding your hips with ease.

As he entered slowly once again, you couldn't help but clench around him making his claws slowly scratch your skin. "You want me to?" Leaning down, he planted a trail of wet kisses on your back.

"If it's not your priority," Trying your best in gulping down some moans, you bit on the pillow. "I'd love it if your music would only be heard by me." You confessed brazenly as your voice got cut by the fast pace he started.

"Damn it," He whispered in your ear. "you're so damn fuckable, baby." Pressing his body on yours, making sure to not crush you, he reached to hold your hands.

Trapping both of them in his big palm, he kept on diving deeper. "Makes it so damn difficult to resist you." With that, he released himself inside of you. "Don't worry, you'll need at least to spend at least four rut seasons with me before getting breeded." He mumbled kissing your scapula.

"Tell me more about it.." You whispered in your breath. "so I can stay conscious."

Turning you around, he wrapped your legs around his torso as he pushed forward into you. Your wrists still trapped in the single palm of his hand while his other massaged your breasts.

"Your reproductive system needs as much wolf seed to be able to change." He mumbled moving slowly once again. "Specially since your werewolf genes were put to a deep sleep, I need to wake your body with my semen." He huffed trying to capture your lips in a kiss, you moved to the side to be able to speak.

"I'm not human?" You questioned confusedly as he stopped moving. "If my parents were both vampires, it's already weird I'm not like them."

Balls deep inside you, he pressed a soft kiss on your temple. "You do have vampires genes too but the same witch that cursed me, made your body different. You were supposed to be a pure blood vampire but whatever she did, it made your vampirism manifest through your physical strength only." He explained, hand caressing your cheek. "I had Seungmin get a sample of your blood and he made the discovery that your body modified exponentially by the time you kept on coming to the forest," Hand reaching to cup your tit giving it a little squeeze. "and then as I shifted back to human form, it was easier for my pheromones to envelope your body ecosystem."

"I don't donate... How did you get my blood?" You questioned holding yourself up with your elbows.

"Please, don't ask." He whispered kissing your lips softly before holding you steadily.

Setting the thought aside, you reached behind his neck, playing with his hair as he started thrusting faster than before.

Eyes shut, lips locked in open mouthed kisses, you kept on moaning and moaning. His name getting trapped in his throat at every time you screamed how good it felt, how Godly he was made just for you.

His body always enticed you sex appeal. Such a handsome man, werewolf, all for yourself to love. All for yourself to feel this Intense love.

Arching your back once again, you came in unison with him, hitting a high pitched orgasm as ecstasy left your pores. His seed splurting inside of you.

After countless hours, of non-stop sex, he decided to stop himself. For the sake of not having you falling unconscious onto him. Preparing you a meal, he wrapped his arms around your body and cuddled up with you, falling asleep on each other.

The next day, by the moment you woke up, you had time to eat and go to work and by the second you opened the door, he rushed to hold you. Almost tearing your clothes apart.

His length standing proud as you got on your knees, opening your mouth slowly as you started sucking him, making him hiss a breath. "Babygirl..." He whispered softly, fingers buried in your hair.

Massaging your scalp, he guided your head on his cockhead, deep-throating himself for a couple of minutes before releasing his seed countless times in your throat. Cum flooding directly in your throat, you looked up to him and smiled as you gulped him down.

"Such a naughty girl I got, uh?" He chuckled bending down to lift you up.

Throwing you on the mattress, he prepped himself up for another day of pure blissful ecstasy. "Gonna make a pie out of you." He whispered burying himself inside of you.

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It's been a while since you've been Christopher's woman. He started going to work as well so he could help himself getting back into society.

"Baby.. you really want to keep living here?" He whined while moving the couch as per your orders. "You know I live in a castle?"

"You're so clueless to the point that it's cute." You chuckled halting your hand. "I'm making this our rendezvous whenever it's breeding season." You mumbled tilting your head.

Moving the second couch yourself, you placed it on the other side. "And we had so much fun." You chuckled as you leaned over his body. "And last time, whenever we had intercourse at your manor, you happened to release so much pheromones that it made the pack crazy." You pulled him into your arms and hugged him.

"Still..." Pouting, he gave you that dazed look of submission once again. "Wanna claim you everywhere I can."

Ruffling his hair you stamped a soft peck on his lips. "Never got to ask, does this mark mean we're married?" You questioned caressing his ears.

Tail wagging, he buried his face on your chest. "Not yet, it's a proposal." He mumbled kissing between your breasts. "I should get your mark to be able to say we're married."

"And is there a ceremony?" You questioned rubbing his back softly. Nails grazing on his skin, he nuzzled his nose on your neck.

"Sorta." He mumbled pulling away. "It's a little bit naughty though."

Confused you looked at him and let your hands fall on your stomach. "Which is?" You questioned confusedly, eyebrow furrowed.

"We have to mate under the full moon while the pack watches." He mumbled swifting his look on the side. Ears pulled down, tail falling on your thigh.

Hearing his response made you instantly sit up. "Ah.." You mumbled. A blush spreading all over your face. "So.. basically public sex.." You whispered in your breath.

Leaning on your neck, he buried himself to hide his embarrassment. "I should have told you before but it's not something we can avoid.. it's part of the tradition." He whispered placing a kiss on your shoulder.

"Can I be at least clothed..?" You questioned shyly.

"Oh, we won't be naked. We have a specific attire, let's say." He mumbled looking up to you. "There's still time until you become a wolf, don't worry."

Leaning towards your face, he started kissing you all over your face. Giggling you went to sit onto his lap. "How is work going?" You questioned, nose stroking his.

"Thought of opening a shop of my own." He mumbled rubbing your buttocks softly. "After all, all my brothers have one." He pointed out. "Seungmin is a doctor, Felix does home design, Changbin sales silk, Jeongin is a butcher, Hyunjin is a painter while Jisung and Minho sell clothes." Leaning on your face, he kissed your nose. "Wanna do something myself but I don't know what to do..." He whined.

"I always forget that you're all siblings." You giggled as you tried to comfort your big yet so adorable wolf. "But how come you're the alpha?" You questioned curiously.

"I'm the first born, of course." He said proudly. "And the first borns are always the next generations' alphas." He chuckled holding you.

Leaning forward he captured your lips in a sweet and passionate kiss that once again leaded you both completely naked, holding each other ever so tightly.

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Busy enjoying your first ever holiday, you found yourself roaming around the castle, cleaning around so that when your fiancée and his brothers came, they'd find everything in order.

"And with this. I'm done cleaning!" You exclaimed walking to the kitchen. "Time for dinner." You mumbled taking off your man's sweatshirt.

It's been precisely two rut seasons since you've been in a relationship with Chris and you never found yourself unhappy.

He found his ideal job and always gave you strength to remain in a good and healthy shape. Owning a gym was probably a good thing since there wasn't one in the village so opening it was an easy thing to do.

Even though the pack was filthy rich, due to them being already passed a hundred years old, they never stopped working saying that they'd need to remain indoors for a long time once it was too obvious that they don't age at all.

As you looked for a good recipe to make, you listened to the mixtape your lover made, loving every single track. "My man is so talented." You chuckled to yourself as you started making preparations for dinner.

Once you settled the final appetizers on the table, the front door opened.

"Welcome home!" You greeted warmly as you took a seat.

"Chris, come here." Felix mumbled walking to the kitchen.

"What?" You questioned preoccupied by his weird reaction. "Did I cook something you don't eat?"

Chris, coming from behind him, he looked at you and then came closer. Taking a deep inhale he looked at you.

"What?" You questioned, confusion was the only expression you had.

Humming for a moment, he leaned in closer and then looked around your waist. "Were you doing something with my sweatshirt?" He questioned tapping on your shoulders.

"I've cleaned around, probably had a good sweat as well. Why?" You responded looking up to him.

"You intensified my pheromones with your sweat so we thought you started changing." He mumbled leaning down to stamp a kiss on your lips. "Don't worry about it tho."

Nodding understanding slightly his explanation, you waited for the pack to come sit to finally eat dinner.

After dinner, you took a bath with Chris, cuddling and kissing.

"Y/N.." He mumbled kissing your scapula in wet kisses, sucking on your flesh aiming to leave some lovebites.

Humming in response, you turned your face around and looked at him.

"I love you." He whispered catching your lips in a tender kiss.

"I love you too." You smiled softly as you leaned in closer to deepen the kiss.

Moments later, he got up from the bathtub holding you in his arms. Making your way into the bedroom, your lips never ceased to kiss.

Hands roaming all over each other's body making the both of you moan in each other's mouth.

As he finally lied on the mattress, he looked at you for a moment before trailing his fingers along your legs, making their way between your wet folds.

Letting out a breathy gasp, you looked at him and kissed him once again. Fingers playing on your clit, making it's way inside of you. "Oh my.. God.." You breathed out, lips locked with his.

Prepping himself between your legs, you sat on the shaft of his hardness, letting out a delicious cry of pleasure. "Chris..." Whispering his name, you took him fully as you started moving slowly onto his length.

Moments later, after fondling and scratching each other's bodies, he looked at you and let out a loud whimper. "Baby, you have no idea how sexy you are right now." He mumbled reaching for something behind your back, making you jolt in pleasure.

He looked at you as if you were a Goddess. Hypnotized by your beauty.

Dazed, you looked at whatever he had in his hand and let out another gasp as he slowly pulled it. "Fuck!" You exclaimed reaching to grab his pecs.

"Took you less than expected, uh?" He whispered as he started slamming himself harder than before. "Gonna finally have my puppies next time." He huffed in a gruttal moan as he reached to kiss your ears.

Nuzzling against your skin, he pressed himself more and more on your body, loving the way your human body slowly changed in few seconds.

It took you a few more touches to understand that those sensitive spots turned out to be your tail and wolf ears. Without even thinking you started wagging it from left to the right as he kept on bouncing your hips onto him.

Lip caught between his teeth, he looked at you desperately. Eyebrows furrowed, he couldn't stop moaning your name. "Fuck, you look like a cute kitty." He chuckled breathless.

Leaning in, you kissed his lips twice before pulling him up slowly. Finding it more easy to lift him as he was heavier just a few minutes ago.

As if caught in a trance, he moved under your touch, it took just a few open mouthed kisses to make him fill you up with his seed.

Lips curved up in a smile, you kissed his shoulder before biting hard as you kept on riding him through your high.

"Oh heavens.." He whimpered as his hips stuttered and your ass stopped moving.

One soundly last slam from you and you were filled up once again, feeling his cum splurt all over your walls, dripping down from your thighs.

Cockwarming him, you fell onto his arms as he kept on caressing your ears and tail. "My pretty wife." He whispered kissing your cheek. "You look divine."

Smiling softly you kissed the bite mark you gave him and looked up to him. "Now, you're completely mine." You whispered proudly.

"I would have let you bite me thousands of times if you never turned into a wolf." He chuckled poking your cheek.

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It was the last day of the breeding season, the full moon was shining so brightly.

Wearing a white traditional long dress, your black tail popped out from behind as you sat on top of Chris' lap. He was wearing a white robe that covered only half of his body.

"You look stunning, my lady." He whispered as he kept on moving his hips into you.

Smiling fondly at him, you leaned in and kissed him. Tongue roaming around each other's mouths as you kept on eating each other's moanings.

Finally giving the last thrust, he released inside of you. The pack howling behind you while looking at the moon.

Doing the same, you finally finalised your marriage with Chris.

"Who knew that underneath those brown eyes, there was an alpha ready to be reign." He whispered softly as he stroke your cheekbone.

"Probably the vampire genes helped?" You chuckled looking down at him.

Still wrapped around his length, he sat up and wrapped his arms around you. "Now we'll need a mere week to see if you're expecting." He whispered nuzzling against your neck. "And if they are eight, I'll be very very very happy." He mumbled kissing your cleavage.

Smiling fondly, you hugged him back as you let yourself drunk in his pheromones before letting each other have some fun more intimately as the pack left the forest to do their own thing.

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More than a week passed and you started feeling your stomach getting rounder by the day. Useless to say that you were having your first babies.

"Can't wait for the puppies to come out, so I can make love to you." He mumbled kissing your belly.

Giggling you poked his cheeks. "Then what would have happened if I got pregnant during the breeding season?" Looking at him, you played with his now short curls. "Would you have patiently waited for me or would you have begged for a quick fuck?"

Looking at you with submission, his tail started fluttering around. "I would have begged to at least dip my fingers in." He chuckled rubbing your belly. "Or my tongue."

Shaking your head, you bopped his nose before reaching to get some fruit. "You crave the same thing our mom did." He whispered, his red eyes sparkled under the dim light of the moon outside.

Kissing his lips, you kept on eating the strawberries before finding yourself falling asleep in his embrace.

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With one last push, the last puppy came out. Seungmin holding him in his embrace as he showed the smile on the baby's face.

Tears rolling down, you looked at your husband and slowly sat up on the mattress. Besides you were lying the other seven new borns, from the first one to the last one.

"You did an amazing job." Chris whispered kissing your temple as he squeezed your hand.

Drying the sweat from your face he smiled widely as he leaned in to press soft kisses in their heads.

"Channie.." You whispered holding the last born child as you kissed his head. "How do you wanna name them?" You questioned, body finally relaxing from the intensity of giving birth.

"The first one, after our late father." He whispered holding the puppy in his arms. "Niklaus."

"The second one, Rhino." You whispered looking at Minho. "After his strongest uncle." Minho, kneeling down in front of you as to pledge loyalty to protect the family.

"The third one, Theodore." Chris whispered looking at his brother. "After his dad's best friend and brother." Changbin trying his best not to cry in front of you.

"The fourth one, Samuel." You looked over at Hyunjin that was painting the family all together. "After the best painter to ever exist." His eyes watery by holding the tears.

"The fifth one, Peter." Your husband said kissing the baby's small hand. "After one of the most chaotic yet amazing brother I have." Jisung, already sobbing from seeing you giving birth, he knelt down to Chris' side.

"The sixth one, Yongbok." You spoke. "After the warmest moonshine to ever exist." Your best friend Felix looking at you warmly as he leaned to dry the sweat from your forehead.

"The seventh one, Sky." Christopher spoke. "After the brother who made sure that my wife had everything while in labour." He said looking over his brother.

"The eight one, Elijah." You said looking over at Jeongin. "After the cutest wolf to ever exist." Kissing the nose of the younger baby, you placed him on the mattress.

Finally able to sit up, you caught the pack kneeling down. Hand in their hearts.

"We pledge to protect the pack, to protect the family at cost of our lives." They spoke in unison making you tear up.

"No one will ever give up their lives, got it?" You said, voice trembling as you knelt down yourself. "We're all a big family and we will protect each other making sure no one will ever be left behind."

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Years passed and by the time your kids reached adulthood, they transformed in their first full moon. All of them having the same colors as their uncles.

Black fur with red eyes was your first born, Niklaus; your second child, Rhino, had a grey colored fur; the third one, Theodore, had a darker shade of blue; your fourth child Samuel had a silver one; the fifth, Peter, had a dark purple fur; the sixth, Yongbok, had a darker shade of blond; the seventh, Sky, had a beautiful brown caramel shade and the last born child, Elijah, had a reddish fur.

They definitely took after their father's family and you were so happy about it.

As they shifted back into humans, you handled them a basket of wild berries each. "Eat as much as you can every day of the breeding season, I'm too young to be a grandma." You whined as you ruffled their hair.

"Mom, gross." They screamed loudly as they walked inside the mansion.

Giggling you threw yourself in your husband's arms. "Let's hope for some werewolf tribe to pass by..." You mumbled kissing his neck. "So that even your brothers will find their loved ones."

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After two hundred years, the family expanded one by one. First Jeongin finding his match, having four puppies; then Felix and Jisung giving the family the benediction of six each; Changbin and Hyunjin found their loved ones and gave birth to five each; Seungmin and Minho found themselves giving birth seven each.

While your own wolves found themselves busy building their lives, you slowly caught glimpses of them falling in love with eight beautiful women, wolves.

You thanked the moon every night and day for making another wolf tribe coming to your village. You were finally ready to experience your own children to finally be fully adults.

It didn't take long for your own children to share their ritual. It felt definitely weirder seeing your own kids having intercourse but as part of the ritual you just held your lover's hand and howled to the moon. Leaving after a couple of minutes later.

"Let's go to our love nest." Chris whispered pulling you by the hand.

Giggling you complied and followed him with a happy smile.

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"Congratulations!" Seungmin spoke looking at you. "You're pregnant." He spoke showing you the ultrasound.

Shocked you looked at Chris, who was already all over you. Fists moving around as he did his best to not move his tail around. "How many?" He questioned, the same beaming smile on his lips.

"Twelve wolves." He said indicating the locations.

Hugging you tightly he pulled you up in his arms. "Our bloodline will continue for centuries." He whispered kissing your cheek.

Smiling widely, you came back to the castle and gave everyone the big news making them halt in their place.

"Twelve?!" Your first born asked surprised.

"Apparently two alphas have the highest chance to make up to twenty puppies." You mumbled rubbing your belly.

Seeing your now adult puppies running to hug you, you felt yourself more alive than ever.

Happy of your life. Happy to have met Christopher and falling in love with him. Happy to have broken both your curses. Happy to be able to give him the family he always wished for. Happy to have kids of your own and upcoming kids. Happy to be able to give birth to more than just one generation. Happy to be alive.

"Y/N.." Chris whispered holding you in his arms. "I love you and I'll forever love you." Kissing your temple he rubbed your belly as you were lying in his arms.

"I love you dearly." You mumbled kissing his cheek.

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