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of rage and ruin - chapter two

of rage and ruin series

chapter two

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werewolf!alpha!Joel Miller x f!omega!reader

word count: 3.3k

summary: you come face to face with the beast.

chapter warnings: dark, dead dove do not eat, a/b/o, alpha/omega dynamics, omegaverse, captivity, canon-typical violence, genre-typical violence, horror themes, graphic violence, allusions to/threats of torture, abuse by captors (not by either joel or reader), depiction of injury, body horror, typical raider/hunter behavior, mention of cordyceps, angst, viewer discretion is advised,

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They were careful never to touch you. The exam you’d been given when they first brought you here was done with thick rubber gloves, and no one has touched you since.

But there are plenty of ways to teach you compliance without touching you.

Before they moved you, you didn’t see a soul for two days. No one delivered or removed the cloth strips, food, or water. No one woke you up with a loud buzzer or dragged you outside to hose you down.

No one hurt you.

The first few hours, you sit and do nothing as usual. You don’t really notice.

After that, though, you start to wait. This deviation, this anomaly, was far more terrifying than the wretched routine. And with no meals, you’re bereft of a way to count the passing of time. There’s no sunlight down here, after all.

To your deep relief, the lights still go off at night. Until you’re lying awake in the dark and realize they’re probably on a timer. So maybe all your captors are dead. Made a stupid mistake and got their asses handed to them by FEDRA.

Which would be nice, but also, you’d still fucking die. Because you’re trapped in this godforsaken grimy ass basement, and somewhere on the other side of it is the only other resident you know of. Him.

So either you starve to death, or he eats you. Or both.

You spend the next day hoping to see Cheryl’s smug bitch face.

When someone finally comes for you, it’s not Cheryl. It’s not Jim, either, but that’s not a surprise. He doesn’t like you, doesn’t like whatever Cheryl’s doing with you.

Not because he has any objections to the captivity or abuse. No, Jim’s been clear—you’re a waste of resources.

Anyway, it’s fucking Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber who show up. They’re not real twins (you’re not even sure they’re brothers), but they’re a damn good argument for nurture over nature. Spending the apocalypse together has them moving in tandem, grunting and jerking their heads to one another in a language all their own. They’re built like oxen and about as polite.

You don’t fight anymore, but they still tie you and drag you around. You haven’t so much as argued in weeks. You’ve heard that everyone breaks from torture eventually. You waved your flag from the start.

You’re not made for this.

They tie you up without touching your skin; hands layered in gloves just in case. They leave a length of rope from your wrists to pull you by, leaving the rope around your feet as it was. You had earned that six inches of slack, just enough to stand and walk to the makeshift toilet instead of crawling, after a solid week of good behavior.

When you figure it out, though, you try to run. Every electric screaming nerve in your body says to go. Go where? Who fucking knows. Anywhere. Away. Run.

The room they’ve brought to you is saturated in oaky musk, and you only need a glimpse of the little cage within before you’re jerking backward.

They must have gotten used to your compliance because the rope flies from Tweedle Dumb’s grasp. The three of you stand still for a moment, all shocked by the turn of events.

You turn to run, but it’s too late already. One of them swept your fucking legs like this was an action movie, and bound as you are, that’s the end of the fight. You crash and earn yourself some new bruises, and they drag you into the room by the rope between your feet.

One of them—you’ve forgotten who had which nickname in all the hubbub—snaps out a baton.

“Get in the fuckin’ cage, or I’ll break your ankles.”

It’s a strong argument that you have no desire to see if he’ll follow through on. Already hurt and humiliated, you crawl into the cage.

They lock it behind you and leave without another word. The lights go out with a buzz, casting everything you hadn’t taken in yet in total darkness.

When the lights come back on, you wish they hadn’t.

At first, you don’t even realize they’ve flickered to life, because what they’ve revealed isn’t real.

It’s a big, brown Rorschach blob. It’s an oil spill. It’s moving, in a jerky, fluid way that should be impossible. The limbs have pointed bony joints, and you can only describe the way they crawl as spidery, though they’re thick and bulky.

Jim is standing on the other side of the gate, holding onto a thick chain that rattles and creaks dangerously as the beast strains against the thick metal band around its neck. He looks bored, but he usually does.

Cheryl, however. The way her lips are curled, eyes wide and bright… this must be him.

“Don’t you know what happens to the others? The alphas?” she had teased the night of all the howling. She had laughed at the traitorously dumbfounded look on your face.

You do now.

A long pink tongue has unfurled from his massive jaw, flopped over far too many teeth, and dripping thick saliva onto the floor. The… fur, for lack of a better word, around his muzzle is matted with something dark that you can’t look at anymore.

Jim yanks him by the chain, and the creature lets himself be pulled to the door, barely holding still while the padlock and chain are removed from his collar and the cuffs from his paws.

He’s at the end of your cage before you realize he’s moved, and you scream, scrambling back as much as you can into the corner. The spaces between the bars are thin enough for just his… good god, are those fingers? They certainly aren’t canine toes. They’re tipped in thick, long claws packed with soil and detritus.

“Hey,” Jim barks, and the beast side-eyes him. “Remember what I fuckin’ told you. You break or eat her? That’s it. I’m not getting you another one.”

Eat? Eat?

Oh god.

Your stomach swoops and falls, abdomen clenching and drawing attention to your too-full bladder, unlocking a new fear that you’re going to piss yourself if he comes closer.

He does. You don’t. But just barely.

That long, dark snout pushes against the cage, as if it could nudge through to reach you, pink tongue lapping against the air. The oak musk is so strong now that it lines your throat and makes you gag.

You choke back a retch-turned-sob and he rumbles, a strange vibration that rattles the bars where he’s pressed against them. He rises, stretching up up up on his hind legs until he towers over your little cube, enveloping you in his shadow, and you can’t help it. You start to cry.

He can’t reach you, not when you’re tucked back in the corner of your cage. But he can smell you, and he can smell the rich iron soaking into the ropes around your wrists. It’s not yet visible, but the skin squishing through the edges is red and rough.

He whines, pushing his muzzle against the bars, long tongue flopping out like he can reach.

The sharp battery acid edge of your fear spikes, and he growls. Stupid girl. Stupid fucking omega. He’s trying to help you, and you’re—you’re—

You’re starting to cry again.

He can’t make human words like this, can’t enunciate or even really remember them. He tries to reach you through the bars again, snarling when they burn against his knuckles. Even the distended bony fingers of his full form can’t reach you there, not even with the tip of his claw.

You’re shaking now, body twitching and jittering beyond your control. Everything inside you is screaming white-hot and dissolving; vomit tickles the base of your throat, and you just can’t stop crying. It hurts; it’s ripping your throat and lungs to shreds. It’s a violent, tumultuous thing, and you can’t stop the wounded keening of your cries.

He’s pacing in front of your cage now, the beast, on four mangled limbs too long to be canine and too warped to be human. His huffs startle you, long snout returning, again and again, tongue darting out for a taste.

A little drop of blood slides down your hand from where the rope’s edge cuts into the bottom of your palm.

He freezes, nostrils flaring. You freeze, barely breathing.

He looks right at you and then tips his head back to howl, the sound like icy water through your veins.

You can’t help yourself. You scream, broken as your voice is from all the tears.

Between the cacophony, Jim stomps into the corridor and slams his hand on the wall. “Shut the fuck up, both of you!”

“Help me,” you yell.

I’m trying, the wolf howls.

“Please, please help me,” you gasp, sobs reaching new highs alongside your panic.

“If you don’t quiet the fuck down, I’ll open up your goddamn cage and let him eat you,” Jim snaps. “I said you were going to be more trouble than you’re worth, and I was fuckin’ right.”

The beast snarls, snapping his sharp teeth at the air.

Jim regards him with a sneer. “And you! Giving her a heart attack counts as breakin’ her.”

The words don’t make sense, but you don’t really hear them, anyway. “Please, I want to go home, please, please,” you whisper.

But no one’s listening.

The Wolf is listening.

He prowls back and forth on all fours, which really, isn’t any more or less terrifying than when he rises up on his haunches. Neither image capitulates to your need to make it make sense. There is no sense, no logic, no reality that can hold him.

The wolf, for really, that’s what he is, isn’t he? God, you don’t want to say it. Unbidden, a memory works loose in your brain, slipping out of the crates of nonsense stored away in favor of survival, and rattles around.

I know what you are. But you won’t say it.

Did you bring this upon yourself for reading trashy supernatural romance novels? Did you watch Underworld too many times? Did the shot actually put you in a coma, and you’re living in some kind of nightmare?

The wolf is watching you. There are no whites in his eyes, just pools of gasoline on muddy puddles.

You close your eyes and pretend you can’t hear the way his claws click against the tile.

While Laura had fed them stew, she told them about the trials.

They had been the first. The first taken, before volunteers were called. Before they knew they’d need secure places to hold them, they had been gathered for observation in an old YMCA, packed in racketball courts so the doctors could stand outside the large wall of glass and watch them all at once.

They stood outside that glass and watched them change, in one way or another. The ones who turned, as she called it, went first. The ones who would become test group alpha. More than half of the overall subjects, who became suddenly, violently ill.

They left them all in there with the rest, waiting, watching them cry out, watching them vomit and sweat and break impossible fevers. Temporal thermometers reading 105, 106, before they’d succumb to unconsciousness.

If they woke, they were… inhuman. Something more. Something hungry.

A lot of the first round of test data was lost when the subjects were eaten. But some were lost to the turn. Test group beta, Laura’s brother among them, didn’t survive the fever.

Laura’s husband turned but didn’t lose himself to the beast. Something in him stayed present, alert enough to protect his wife from the others. Or rather, something in her kept him that way. Something that had turned in her too, albeit without the violence, into something more than she’d ever been before.

“They drove us out of the QZ,” she said, picking idly at a gouge in the table’s surface. “To shoot us where they could burn all the bodies and forget.”

“And what happened?” Tommy asked, leaning forward with his elbows on the table.

“We ate them.”

They come back for him that night but he’s not waiting for them. He’s sat with his big, furry back to you, close enough to the cage that you could pet him. The thought crosses your mind in a moment of delirium. You could stick your fingers through the little bars and feel the coarse hickory hair. You know, if you were clinically insane.

You’re not about to offer him a little snack.

He’d given up on reaching you a few hours ago, content to sit there unmoving once your tears dried up. It’s only slightly less terrifying.

But when they take him out, you only get to sit with the relief for a moment. Minutes pass in the dark and silent room, but you regret letting your guard down when footsteps echo through the cavernous halls beyond.

The Idiot Twins are back, and they’re not taking chances with you this time. Oh, no. When they unlock the cage, you’re faced with the barrel of a handgun that doesn’t leave your temple as they pull you out by your bound hands.

They don’t bother to stand you up or give you a chance to move on your own, just dragging you out of the room and across the hall. You’re sprawled on your stomach across the frigid floor of the new room, with the door slamming shut behind you without so much as a word.

The rusted pipes on the wall in the beast’s room make more sense now, once you take in your shadowy surroundings. This room has the same shitty tan tile over every inch, but the walls are lined with blue (or what used to be blue) lockers. Not a single one is intact, whether rusted or dented or doorless, but they’re unmistakably lockers.

There are two lines of seamless benches, though half are rotted to oblivion. But it’ll be a better bed than the floor.

This is practically paradise. There’s a tray by the door that you don’t see for a while, but when you do, you almost cry again. Might have, if you hadn’t spent the day in tears.

It’s just broth and water, long gone lukewarm and dusty, but you set upon it like a vampire upon a vein. Wait, no, you really don’t want to think about that right now. But it’s not your fault you’ve got monsters on the brain.

Your reprieve is not long. The sun rises.

The beast returns.

Oh, and he’s pissed that you’re gone, based on the fucking racket that brings you back to the waking world.

“Oh, did you think you’d been good enough lately for a treat?” Cheryl taunts him.

The steel doors between you aren’t enough to hide the sounds of his fury.

“You’ll have her back when you’ve earned her,” she tells him amidst the cacophony of snarling and gnashing.

It’s ten days before they return you to the cage. Ten days of poking around the abandoned lockers and finding nothing. Ten days of broth delivered at dawn and dusk. Ten days of your back no longer appreciating the bench to stretch out on.

Ten days of listening to the nonstop scratching and growling and whining from across the hall. And worse. Oh, much worse. Wet squicks and splatters and harsh groans. You’re not sure if he’s eating or masturbating or what, but it sends shivers through your whole body each time.

It also sends the weird, sticky slick pooling between your thighs, but you ignore that. It’s been happening since the shot, one of the weirder side effects, but it’s gotten downright fucking annoying since you got here.

You try not to think about it.

It’s not long after they drag you back to the little cage that they drag him into his. For that’s what this room really is, you know that, even if it doesn’t make you feel better about being in there with him. He’s trapped, too, but you’re the one in danger.

They haven’t untied your wrists since the first time, which have blistered and bled and scabbed until the ropes rubbed the scabs raw and started the whole thing all over.

He smells it before he sees it, any interest in the slippery sweetness on your thighs gone when he tastes the blood in the air.

Hurt, he whines, though you can’t understand. Help.

You don’t cry this time, don’t split the sour tang with salt, but the fear and pain and exhaustion are enough to center him. If he tries, if he could just focus…

And there it goes. You watch, mouth agape and eyes blown wide, as he shifts in front of you for the first time. He backs away while it happens until he’s on the other side of the room and sits his very bare ass on his bed.

You watch the way his bones jerk and his body shakes and cracks and huffs out sharp, agonized grunts until he’s just a man. Just a man, nothing more. Just a beast masquerading. Worse than a wolf in sheep’s clothing, you think, because you know he’s the wolf, but right now?

He’s just a pathetic, broken human. Bruised and bloodied, though his marks are rapidly fading as the healing takes over, but his face is edged in nothing but pain and sorrow.

“M’not gonna hurt ya,” was the first thing he croaked out.

You startle, rattling the cage a little, which makes you wince.

But he stays on the other side of the room. He’s sitting on his mattress, legs bent up and crossed, as if he had anything left to hide. As if you hadn’t seen too much already.

He tries not to think about it, but jesus. It’s a fucking struggle. As he takes you in this way, unclouded by the hazy moon, it still punches him back. Your smell.

Joel’s never really liked tart things. Too much of a secret sweet tooth, of a deep yearning for the char and depth of anything fresh from the grill.

But even now, even nearly fully man , he’s salivating at your green apple tang. Of uncovering the sweet ‘n sour burst of you on his tongue. Of letting his sharp teeth fall sharper through the tough act you fail to wear right, too bruised and soft underneath.

To feel the way you’d give beneath him. The way you’d spill down his chin. No. He has to get a fuckin’ handle on himself. He can’t even look at you, not now that he knows you can smell the salt of his own slick where his swollen cock sits sobbing, neglected and furious.

“I’m not,” he protests against your silence.

He’s not sure who he’s trying to convince.

But he doesn’t stay himself for long. Not after he thinks instead, suddenly, of autumn. Of the sweet smell of the orchard. Of taking Tommy’s truck up up up into the places where seasons meant something.

The roads sprawled like veins and they followed them with no end just to see the way the trees curled overhead, branches reaching and burning with dying leaves—a sight so devastating that Joel considered leaving Texas behind for somewhere he could start to take this beauty for granted.

Chasing the colors led them first to a field of corn, blustering amber in the setting sun. They had returned the next day, fresh from the motel with burnt coffee and warm flannels, parting with precious dollars for the privilege of picking pumpkins and apples and a little corn husk doll.

He’d have paid every cent ten times over to see Sarah smile like that again.

This is where the man breaks and bows out. Where the wolf at its weakest is still stronger than Joel. He gives in, gives into the grief, gives into the wolf, and shifts back. He stays curled up on his bed, though, and doesn’t look at you.

He doesn’t speak to you again for a month.

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arthenaa · 1 year

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Requesting angsty moment with Ominis x f!reader that takes place after what happens with Sebastian and Solomon where Ominis and reader are distraught and guilty and angry but they end up having passionate sex bc they just need to be close to each other so badly in the midst of everything they lost

my saving grace — ominis x f!reader

summary: It happened. Sebastian has completely lost himself and you and Ominis have no idea how to deal with the repercussions. You fear that it will only take just enough for the both of you to lose yourselves but then you remember that the fact that you haven't is because you both still have each other.

content tags: 18+, explicit sexual content, characters are aged up and instead of the seb thing happening during their 5th year, it happens on their 7th, the reader uses she/her pronouns, angst, comfort, reader is ravenclaw, i havent reached this part of the game yet but i kinda know what happened but idk the details so it might be different from what actually happened in the game HAHA, you guys make love in seb's house, comfort sex, crying crying, self reflection, ominis is in love w you, p in v sex, cockwarming, heavy petting, foreplay, ominis fucks u while standing up and against the wall teehee, nasty stuff, you both miss sebastian, i am so sorry i love writing them as a poly relationship but i dont rlly imply anything of both of your relationships with seb, poor you and ominis :(( , kinda short tbh

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

It gives an unpleasant itch in your brain the longer you spend time in it. It's nothing like the ones you have with Poppy while tending to the beasts in class or the ones with Samantha in the comforts of the common room. Or maybe the ones you spend with Ominis and Sebastian in the undercroft.

Ominis and Sebastian.

Sebastian.

Right. That happened.

A few hours ago, you were in the Feldcroft catacombs, helping Sebastian in his quest to find a cure for Anne then next you're standing in shock as your very own best friend had cast an unforgivable on his uncle and he had chosen the worst out of the three. The Killing Curse.

It had happened all too fast. You barely caught a glimpse of the green ray of light heading toward Solomon. You watch as Anne fought off her twin, face filled with disgust and disbelief as she hauled her uncle's unmoving body from the floor. On her way out, she sent you a face of despair and desperation and you knew what she was telling you.

'Take care of him. For me.'

You're currently seated on the steps leading to the Sallow home. The silence was deafening not because of the night but because of the lack of people. No one was home.

You expected Anne to be here but she wasn't and you were close to ripping the strands of hair from your head because now you were worried for both twins. Sebastian was nowhere to be found after the whole fiasco. You remember the scared look on his face after he had done what he did, looking for some sort of semblance of comfort from you, that what he did was right and just because he was doing it for his sister. You thought maybe he had learned from the dangers of dark magic when you were in your 5th year but it seems as time passed, his quest for finding a cure for Anne overshadowed his morals as a person.

You let out a shakey sigh as you hug your legs closer to your chest. The cold breeze of the night provided some sort of comfort in the silence. Your chin rests on the top of your knees, observing the houses around you. It was close to midnight and so you suspected that the people inside were already in their slumber.

"It's late." A familiar voice breaks your reverie. You jump at the sudden presence before turning your head to the culprit.

"Ominis." You whisper, almost so quiet that Ominis barely hears it. The young Gaunt stands in the greenery surrounding the front yard of the Sallow home. You stare as he allows his wand to guide you to where you're seating and seats down beside you.

Somehow, the silence becomes tolerably better as you feel Ominis's warmth from your side. He bites his lip as he fiddles with his wand. "Did you find him?"

"No." You whisper back, eyes staring dead into the night. Another cold wind blows past you.

"Anne?"

"Nope." You could feel the tears start to well in your eyes, you try your best to hold them back. Ominis nods in understanding before he pulls his knees up and rests his hands, outstretched on his knees. His head drops as he lets out a sigh.

It's silent once again and then you finally realized why the silence feels too hard to bear. It's because this town that had always been too silent, always had comfort in it from the way Anne sips her morning herbal tea to Mr. Sallow grumbling as he yet again flips another coin into the well and of course, Sebastian; Sebastian who had both shown you the wonders of his tightly-knit hometown and welcomed you with open arms from when you were 5th years up until your 7th. Sebastian who had shown you Feldcroft's love for tranquility and comfort in silence. You had found yourself in a town— in a home with just the two of you.

Just you and Ominis.

The dam breaks out of nowhere and you could only prevent yourself from full-out bawling as the palm of your hands cover your mouth. Ominis is startled by the sudden sounds of your crying.

"I-I should've stopped him." You sobbed as your hands shake. It was quite muffled with the hindrance of the hands against your mouth but Ominis hears it nonetheless. The blonde only falls silent as he listens to your worries. "Way back then! I should've—"

"No, Y/N." Ominis gently intercepts as he tries to swallow a sudden lump in his throat, preventing the breakdown caused by the events that occurred a few hours ago. "You were just trying to help. I-I would've done it as well, had I been in your place. There was nothing we could do."

Ominis sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than you. You look at him with swollen eyes as the urge to bawl dwindled. You let out a shaky sigh once more as you try to calm yourself.

"All of this started because of me," Ominis whispers. You turn your head towards the young Gaunt in confusion. "I was the one who exposed him to the dark arts. He was a natural learner and when concepts and magic like this are exposed to a person like him, it's innate for Sebastian to know more. He loves Anne more than anything. I-I should've known better when I brought you both to the scriptorium a few years ago. I helped set up that situation for him. I helped him hurt Anne. I made him—"

He couldn't say the words but you knew what he was talking about. You scowl at his insinuation before grabbing his cheeks in your hands and facing them toward you. You could now see the tears silently running down his face. It had sounded like he was so composed but he was just as broken as you were.

"I miss him," Ominis whispers as you hold his face close to yours. Your lip wobbles as you lick your bottom lip to collect yourself.

"You need to listen to yourself, Ominis." You mumble as your thumbs brush against his cold cheeks. "There are a lot of things we don't understand today and most of them we may try to blame ourselves for it but never try to point the blame on something that Sebastian inflicted himself. He was perfectly aware of what this might lead to and he cast it with perfect intentions."

Ominis quietly sobs in your hands as you press your forehead against his. "I'm scared to think right now."

"Then don't." You whisper as your eyes focus on the trembling boy in front of you. "Just focus on me."

Ominis gulps as he tries to compose himself, letting out short breaths as he lifts his hands to feel the sides of your arms then your shoulders then your neck then your jaw then your cheeks. You softly smile as you allow yourself to be seen by Ominis. You bask in his touch before feeling his touch on your lips. Its gentle and faint. Your eyes glance down at his lips before looking up at his cloudy blue eyes.

He leans in hesitantly before placing a soft and tender kiss on your lips. It rests on yours for a couple of seconds before he gently pulls away. There's a moment of pause before he breaks the silence.

"Stay with me." He whispers. You admire his face for a bit as you lean back slightly. You know what he means as he intertwines his hands with yours. It almost makes you cry but you know you needed to both be strong for what's about to come and right now, all you needed was each other. You press your forehead against his to let him feel your nod.

"O-Ominis." You moan softly as the blonde buries his head on your neck. His hands pull you close against him as you seat on his lap. Your cloaks and coats are forgotten on the floor of the house as your bodies entangle with one another on one of the beds inside the Sallow home.

The moment the two of you entered the house, it was just a mess of limbs wanting to be close as they physically can to one another. You can't remember the moment Ominis pulled you into his lap and sucked the living daylights out of you but you can't complain with how good it felt.

"Fuck." Ominis curses as his hands move under your skirt to grip your ass against the fabric of your undergarments. You whimper as you move against the hardening bulge on his crotch. You wrap your arms around his neck as you place your forehead against his.

"Pretty." You whisper, smiling as you trace his features with your hand. "My pretty boy."

Ominis whimpers at the praise before moving his hand in your inner thigh and boldy cupping your sex. You jolt in response, moaning as he grinds the palm of his hand against your clit.

"You've done so well. Done so much." Ominis licks his lips as he feels your wet arousal leak through your underwear. You rest your head on his shoulder as Ominis slides the piece of fabric to the side and slide his fingers in with ease. You moan at the intrusion.

You hug him close as he works your inside, shaping you to fit him. He curls his fingers in, pushing them deeper as it brushes against your sweet spot. You whine at its closeness, your hips trying to push it deeper as you grind on his fingers. Ominis peppers kisses on the side of your neck and jaw, cooing as you continue to let out soft moans and gasps at his ministrations.

"P-put it in." You whisper as your hand grips his wrist to stop him. You had almost come from his fingers alone but all you needed right now is to be closer to him. Ominis nods before the two of you remove your remaining clothes. He casts a protection charm and you watch as a thin sheen surface wrapped around his cock. Your hands find themselves cupping his cheeks once more as he angles his cock against your entrance. You gulp as you feel the head bump into your opening.

"You ready?" He softly asks, rubbing his hands against your hips. You smile as you pull him into a kiss, gently lowering yourself down onto his cock. Both of you softly moan out as you take in his length inch by inch. It takes you a while before you feel his thighs hit against yours. You let out a shaky breath as you rub your noses against one another.

Silence, but this time it's comfort. It fills in your heart with warmth and tranquility. It renders you both speechless and only relying on your bodies to communicate how you feel and so, you move.

You bounce passionately on his lap, feeling his length go in and out of your cunt. It draws out whines and moans as you try to keep yourself as close as possible with your foreheads still against one another. Ominis grips your hips as he tries to meet your bounces with his thrusts, pushing him deeper in you. The pleasure is immense and the need for each other's warmth is felt through the clashing of lips and gripping of one another's skin.

At one point, Ominis grabs your waist and pulls you to stand up with ease. Your legs wrap around his waist as he bounces you up and down his cock with vigor. You make choked noises as you certainly feel the thrust of his cock hit the back of your throat. You wrap your arms around his neck as he pushes you against the wall, growling as he rams his cock into you.

You allow yourself to be at his mercy. To be his canvas as he paints you with reds, greens, and blacks signifying the emotions brought by earlier events. Sebastian. Anne. Mr. Sallow. The triptych. The Scriptorium. His family. Slytherin. You allow him to use you as he sees fit as you do to him.

Ominis pulls his head back from your neck, thoroughly marking your neck. He presses his forehead against yourself as you feel his hips stuttering.

"Stay with me. Please—" He whispers, broken as he pleads softly. You grabs his face between your hands as he practically fucks you into the wall. "Stay. Stay by me. F-Fuck."

"I'm here." You reassure him as you place a chaste kiss on his lips before you move to press against his ear, your hand gripping his hair tightly. He moans in response. "I'm here. I'll be here, always."

He snarls at your response as he moves his hips faster. His hand dives down to rub your clit, stimulating you further to your climax. You let out high-pitched whines against his ear as you grip his hair tighter.

It's him who releases first as he bottoms out and let his fluid be caught by the protective charm, forming a barrier from being released inside you, yet despite his release being protected, you could still feel its warmth which prompts you to release as well. Your body jolts at your orgasm, your thighs shake and your toes curl at the intensity. You push against Ominis, head banging against the wall as you choked out moans.

"I love you. I fucking love you." Ominis snarls as he dips down to suck your breasts. It further enhances your lengthy orgasm as you grip his shoulders in sensitivity. Ominis gently pries you from the wall as you slump in his arms before gently placing you down on the bed.

Its all hazy as you feel being cleaned up before a body is pressed up yet again against you. Ominis wraps you in his embrace as you pull him close. You feel overwhelmed with the need to be close to him as he continues to give you soft kisses against your face. You didn't even know you were crying before Ominis gently brushed against your temples, catching the falling tears. You open your eyes as you stare at him beside you.

"Ominis." You whisper as you face him on your side. You place a soft kiss on his lips as your leg rests over his hip. The need for each other's touch never left. His hand runs the length of your thigh as he slots himself between your legs. You miss the fullness as your swollen and sensitive pussy clenched over nothing. "Inside. Please."

Ominis moves in silence as his hand pushes you close against him through the small of your back before grabbing the shaft of his semi-hard cock and pushing it back in with ease. You dreamily sigh as you place kisses against his lips. Both of stay still, feeling your inner walls pulse against his slowly hardening cock, both riddled with sensitivity.

"I love you too." Your reply to his declaration after a few moments of silence. You trace his features with your finger as he softly smiles at you returning his affection. Tears flow freely down your faces as you kiss once more. It's you who pulls back first.

"I'm here with you."

"As am I, my little dove."

A/N: smut is done best at 3 am. hope yall enjoyed this :D you and ominis fucked each other so hard bc yall needed to vent <3

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt smut #hogwarts legacy smut

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Yandere Priest x GN! Reader

Another part to my yandere supernatural harem. Masterlist here

Story has some Christian themes, but is not completely based from them

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: light body horror, character injury, briefly mentioned non consensual kiss, religious themes

Biting. Clawing. Tearing. The only thing he could remember. Talons piercing his skin, teeth on the vital arteries beneath – bursting under each individual fang. A robbery gone wrong had led this man to a fate crueler than death; a vicious beast spawned right before his eyes with a single mission in its mind, to make him feel absolute anguish. Lying on the cold earth. No one to comfort him in his final moments, unlike the person he’d harmed. Light fading-

He wakes up. The room is cold, he’s cold. He holds himself, memories flooding back to conscious mind. It felt better than where he had been moments before – anything did. He looked around the room. It looked empty, but something was there. He could feel it.

“Good evening.”

He turns. Someone stares from the shadows of the room. Bandaged hands clasp tightly over their lap, one looser than the other.

“W..who the fuck are you?”

“No need for that kind of language. I’m just here to ask a few questions. You know, when you died they said it looked like a bear had mauled you, but there isn’t any place where one could’ve come from for miles.”

He swallowed.

“But I’m not here for that. I want to know more about a friend of yours.”

A tall figure looms over you, hand gripping the blankets wrapped snugly around your body. The presence was suffocating; like said hand was slowly reaching for your neck. It instead hooks onto your blankets and tears them from your arms in one swift move.

“Good morning, Y/n!”

You groan, sitting up to meet the blank, yet bright eyed angel by your bedside. The enormous smile on his face pulls even further; meaning you had yet to rid the sleep from your eyes.

“Isn’t it like… 9:00am.”

He chuckles. “No, eight actually. Did you forget our plans for the day?”

You groan louder. A grim reaper, demon, and your very own guardian angel. Pains in your side for the majority of their stay, who’s thorns you were finally getting used to. With the couple rules you had in place already, another few had been added to the pile; namely in the comfort of your fellow housemates. One day of every weekend, each one of them would get a day without you; with the final weekend of the month being for yourself – which went about as well as one could imagine. The reaper and demon had already had their turn for the month, and so now it was the angel’s turn.

The thought had been brewing in Alasdair’s mind for a while. He had heard, and even read, of the various religions on earth; but knew little beyond average knowledge. During his time in heaven, he carried little about the human realm, until he met you; developing an interest in the cultures to benefit you both. For his day with you, he asked if you would join him in visiting a church; which you reluctantly agreed to. It was more toned down than racing shopping carts through grocery store aisles and had more to it than just relaxing on the couch – not that you really had a problem with either.

“Come on, we’ll be late if you don’t get up.” Alasdair pulls the blankets further from your grasp and helps you up. You shower and put on your Sunday best; him already ready to head out. With a formal suit and tie being eighty percent of his wardrobe, you didn’t expect him to have to do much to prepare anyway. You say your goodbyes to the other two and head out.

The building was an elegant structure. Faded white bricks made up its walls; a tall tower stuck to the hip of the main building – a silver cross upon its peak and along the edges of the center place. Tinted glass surrounded each window; a large circulator panel over tall, oak wood doors standing out above the otherwise rectangular glass. The twin doors stand propped open for the day’s service; faint light at the end of the altar glowing ominously – like distant flames of a furnace. The smell of herbs and burning candle wax hit strong as you enter; both you and Alasdair sitting in pews at the very back of the church.

The interior was even more marvelous. Cream colored walls basked in a warm light from lanterns;

Moments after you settle down, a man walks up to the podium before the altar. Specs of grey salts his shoulder length, champagne hair colored; a single green eye visible through the unkempt mane – smiling cordially at the crowd below. Bandaged poke from the collar of his black robes to the sleeves; small scars dawning his pale knuckles. He places his hand on the surface of the podium, surveying the room with a quick sweep as the kind smile from his eye spreads to his lips. In the very last second his gaze washed over the room, you could have sworn he took a double glance at you.

“Friends, family, newcomers. We thank you all for joining us on another glorious day that the lord has given us. Let us join in faith and allow him to guide us in his glory to a brighter light.”

After the morning prayer, he begins to read off scripture verse from the Bible. Alasdair seems completely encapsulated in the words of the priest, but you couldn’t shake the familiar feeling of being watched.

“Blessed are those who trust in the Lord and have made the Lord their home and confidence.”

Once service ends, you and Alasdair prepare to leave. If you hurried, there was time to get a bit more reset before the next activity of the day. Before you could make it to the exit, footsteps click to a halt on the checkered floor behind you.

“Good day.”

You turn. The priest stands before you, arms tucked behind his back with a grin plastered to his face. It felt – different from the one he gave before. More genuine than before, yet eerie at the same time.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you two before. It’s always nice to have young new faces.”

Alasdair extends a hand, and a friendly smile. “Alasdair, and this is Y/n.”

Basically ignoring Alasdair, the priest turns his focus to you, offering his palm to you instead. “Father Aiken. It’s a pleasure.”

You hesitantly shake it. His grip is firm; the gesture lasting a few seconds longer than needed. He stares you down, calloused fingers deep in your palm – the pulse beneath almost palpable. He lets go and returns his hand to its original position.

“Our doors are always open. Come by anytime.” He nods in Alasdair’s general direction before heading off. You decide to leave without questioning it any further.

On the way home, you strike up a conversation with Alasdair.

“So.. what did you think?”

“It was.. an interest. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it before, but before we met I paid little attention to your kind. It’s quite the experience to hear more about your beliefs in our creator.” He furrowed his brows. “But that man seemed.. off.”

“What do you mean?”

“Every being gives off some kind of aura, even us angels. They could be factors in your race, or measures of your moral code like with you humans. Aiken didn’t have one at all. The only other time I’ve seen this is with…” He shakes his head.” ah, it’s probably nothing to worry about. Did you have a good time, Y/n?”

“It was alright… Would you go again?”

“I’m honestly not sure."

Days go by and you pretty much push the encounter to the back of your mind. You head out with Baron one day to pick up a couple things from the grocery store; the demon fortunately in human form as he rushed through the isles like a bat out of hell. With him off on his own, you venture elsewhere to find your personal wares. As you search the many shelves, a familiar voice calls from over your shoulder.

“Y/n?”

Looking back, you see Father Aiken; dressed in a casual outfit of a sweater and pants – shopping basket in one hand. It was easier to see the cloth wrapped around his body in the looser clothing; discolored poking from their length. He places his hand over his chest as he lets out a soft gasp.

“Ah, I thought it was you, my dear. How are you on this fine afternoon?”

“Not bad. How about you, Father?”

“Oh please, call me Jeremiah. No need for formalities. I didn’t see you at our last service. I don’t mean to pry, but will you ever return?”

You crack a nervous smile. “Sorry… I’ve just been busy with.. things-"

He frowns a bit. “Ah well, that's unfortunate. Excuse me.”

Jeremiah goes to grab something from the shelf beside your head, only for it to slip from his grasp and class to the ground. Being closer, you kneel to pick it up; yet he does the same. His hand glides over yours, but instead of pulling back he grabs it. You attempt to worm free, but he strokes the back of your palm as he squeezes your hand.

“I knew it… You’ve been through so much haven’t you, Y/n?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You have troubles. Ones you can’t talk about with others. Haunted by foolish mistakes.”

You clench your jaw; looking towards the ground – his smile grows.

“Please stop by this weekend. We’re having a baptism, and I’d love to get to speak with you more.

He lets you go, standing up right as Baron turns the corner with the shopping cart. The two share a passing glance, but Jeremiah leaves. Baron rushes over to you.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good…”

You get dressed for the service before either of your bedmates wake up – or so you thought. As you leave the bathroom, Alasdair stands near the doorway waiting.

“Are you heading somewhere, Y/n?”

“Nowhere specific. Just heading out.” You reply, avoiding eye contact.

“Would you like me to come with you?”

“I’m fine on my own.”

“Are you sure-"

“Yes.” As comfortable as you were getting with them around, there were always times you felt suffocated by their constant attention – maybe that’s why you were going where you were now. Alasdair drops the subject, a thin frown on his face. You squeeze past him and exit the room. He looks over at Baron who had been woken by fuss.

“It looks like I’ll be heading out too.”

The service goes on without a hitch. At its end, Jeremiah calls forth a young male sitting in the front row. The pair stand before a small fountain, the waters within giving of a golden light; though hard to tell whether it was from the lights above or the bowl. The man kneels, Jeremiah dipping his palm into the cool waters. He swipes his hand over the man’s forehead as he speaks.

“Today we acknowledge the death of your old self and the professions of faith. You have been raised to a new life along the path of your worship, and in the name of the Holy Lord I now baptize you.”

He brings his finger down in the opposite direction, helping the man to his feet afterwards. The service lets out soon after that and he walks to you, sitting beside you as the final person leaves. He gently places his hand on your leg.

“You came. I’m glad.”

“What did you mean.. back at the store?”

He exhales. “You are a very special person, Y/n. I could see that even during our first meeting, and I can also see what’s been shackled to you for many months. Powerful entities that barely leave you with a breath to spare. Am I wrong?”

You sigh. “Not completely.”

“It seems you’ve grown attached to them as well, and that’s understandable, but the best course of action might be to let it all go.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Give yourself over to faith, Y/n. By my hand, and the lord’s, we can help you find eternal peace. You can live without a single worry.”

You look away. Sure, the group was a pain, but they had grown on you – just like he said. The times of you wanting to get completely rid of them were in the past, but sometimes they still came into question. The multiple times you escaped near death had worn you down. Many things had. Everything he had said sounded ridiculous, but so much of your life up to this point had been as well.

“I don’t know about that.”

Jeremiah smiles warmly. “It’s alright, my dear. We all need time before tough choices. I’ll expect you next week.”

Alasdair watches you from behind a pillar, heart sunken at the defeat in your eyes. He eases past and to a door at the end of the hall – Jeremiah's office. It’s what you’d typically expect to see in such a place. A fan in one corner, calendar and various religious tapestries along the walls – desk in the center of the room. He goes over to it, searching the drawers for any information. The first few are empty, yet the final catches his eye. It has a lock; broken like wet tissue paper with enough force. At first all he sees is papers that seem unimportant at first, until he stumbles across a photo. One of you.

There’s more beneath. Ones of you at work; on the way home – inside your house. Dates written in red ink are printed on the back. He looks over the papers once more. Upon second glance; he realizes they ate schedules of your habits – likely looking for the right moment you’d be alone. As if it couldn’t get worse,, the final item in the drawer chills him to the core. It was a bone. The wing bone of a bird.

You return home hours later. It was actually nice to take to another human for a little while. Your conversation derailed from your problems and to average questions about the day – like something friends would have. The second you unlock the door, hands grip your shoulders and pull you in like the talons of a hawk.

“Where. Were. You.”

Alasdair’s stare is unlike anything you’ve never seen. Unhinged, panicked. He holds onto your like you’d slip through the cracks if he let go. It almost hurt.

“I went to church. Is that a crime?”

“Stay away from that man. He’s not safe to be around.”

“He seems fine to me. Let go- that hurts!”

He immediately lets you go at the announcement of your discomfort, not realizing he had been unintentionally clamping down on your shoulder. The surface is red, throbbing. The anger and fear in him instantly turns into guilt.

“I.. I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just want to keep you safe. That’s what we all want.”

You bit your lip; bite back what you have to say. When was it your turn to get what you wanted? These people have forced their way into your life, and while you made your peace with it; you longed for a taste of your life before. The silence.

“Promise me that you won’t go back.”

“I promise…

“Look at me and say it.”

You stare him in the eyes. “I promise I won’t go back.”

You wake at the crack of dawn, far before anyone else. You had slept that night with Maddox to further throw off suspicion. They were nestled in the corner of the couch, practically swallowed by it to give you as much space as they could. He had a look of utter contentment on his face. He always did when you slept with him. You replace your body with one of the arm pillows and leave; unaware of the eyes from the shadows.

The sun barely peaks over the horizon as you make it to the church. You planned on just camping out, but find the doors to be unlocked as you test them to make sure. The building is even creepier in the early hours. An empty husk of it could be; pews empty except for the silent wind. You see a figure at the end of the walkway and take a few steps forward; taking note of how it was a few inches taller than Jeremiah as you neared, and wearing less baggy, more formal clothes.

“You lied to me, Y/n.”

Alasdair glares down at you, closing the distance. He doesn’t let you make your case; grabbing your wrist as he heads to the exit. “We’re leaving.”

“I just wanted to give him an answer.”

“He doesn’t deserve any of your time, forget him.”

“You don’t understand…”

He grabs your other wrist, forcing you to look at him as he halts in the middle of the aisle; fear and trepidation clear on his face. Something you’ve only seen once before. “No, Y/n, you don’t understand. That man has been watching you. He’s been killing ange-"

Halfway through his sentence, something pierces Alasdair’s chest. His eyes meet yours, golden blood dribbling over his lips. The item removes itself from the cavity; his body slumping backwards. His hands still hold onto you, lightly pushing you away – almost telling you to run instead of it being the force of his limbs growing slack. As he collapses to the floor, you see the cause of the damage – blood dancing along the thin fingers of a bandaged hand.

You had seen Alasdair get hurt before. You were cutting something, and dropped the knife. He grabbed it, blade first with his bare hand – not even a drop of blood falling from the wound. Just an empty void in his palm.

“It’s alright, Y/n. There’s nothing man-made that can hurt me.”

“A pest this one was. Most of his kind are. Ah well, this was bound to be his fate someday.”

Jeremiah brings his hand to his face, licking the blood from each individual finger. As if only noticing you once he finished the cruel act, he grins.

“Hello, my dear.”

You trembled; legs geared to flee, yet remained stiff as stone. He steps on Alasdair’s sprawled out hand as he walks towards you.

“I’m very happy to see you again, Y/n~”

You stare past him, at Alasdair’s body; the blood circling him like tar. “H…how?”

“Growing up God, my family was extremely religious , even in the toughest hour. I tried my hardest to follow behind, but even then I knew the truth. God abandoned us, Y/n.”

You look in his direction.

“Did he ever tell you that? It’s the first thing those like him say. Blindlessly following orders from something that hasn’t been heard from in years. Sounds familiar doesn’t it?”

He cocks his head to the side, farther than humanly possibly. “Do you know why?”

“It’s because he’s dead.”

The bandages around his neck and arms fall; like whatever lies beneath was too much to keep wrapped. The skin under is raw, fleshy; pinkish like the muscles beneath – bulging off his body like a virus. Eyes tear through the mesh; blink starred, half lidded. The “flesh” drips over his left arm, its length and combining his fingers into a singular mass. Through the strands of his hair, his other eye becomes visible. Eyes to paint a better picture. Another eye had squeezed itself into the socket; iris yellow in color and surrounded by small rings.

“And I’m his replacement.”

“A..are you saying that you…”

“Killed God? Heaven’s no, silly! I merely found his corpse and ate it. I suspect the lazy bastard died sometime after the creation of man.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re killing angels.”

“Not just angels. Anything that stands in my way. Humans are terribly flawed, Y/n. A majority of us worship a corpse for Christ’s sake! I’ll be what he failed to be. A Shepherd for humanity and bring it to its most prosperous hour. The light at the end of the tunnel. But none of that can be done, without you.”

He brings his hand up to your face, gently stroking your cheek. The limb is hot, almost unbearably so. He gives you the same warm smile he always had.

“I wasn’t lying when I said you were special, Y/n.. You’ve brought so many from beyond the veil to your doorstep when you’re what some would call an average person. I’ve been watching you, unsure what I should do with someone like you; but overtime I’ve come to see what those vermin have as well. You’re an extraordinary being with the will to go on after so much pain. What many have lost the will to do. You make me feel something I haven’t been in ages… human.”

He presses his lips to yours, locking you in a kiss with his hand to the back of your neck. Alasdair’s blood still clings to his bottom lip. He pulls away with a look of amazement.

“What a rush! Ah, I’ve missed feeling things like this. You’re the only one who can ground me to this reality, make sure I keep the one thing I lost so long ago. I was planning on taking you myself, but since you came on your own I knew our courtship was meant to be. You feel the same way… right?~”

You don’t say anything. No words come to mind. Everything feels numb. You still look past him, at the body on the ground below. The blood rushes to your head. You’re unable to feel his tremendous gaze; the scream that echoes through the church’s hall – how your body falls from his grasp and unto the arms of another.

Maddox carries you in their arms away from the building; Baron close by with Alasdair’s limp form over his shoulders. Jeremiah is nowhere to be seen. Time feels like it’s going by at a crawl. You hear the faint tick of a clock as Maddox's skeletal hands drag you away from the scene. He looks down at you, expression unreadable as he covers your eyes with his free palm.

Upon returning home, Baron carries Alasdair to the bedroom to tend to his wounds. “He’s still warm.” Is all he gave you. Maddox stays with you on the couch, holding your shaking hands; your head in the crook of his neck.

“He’ll be okay.” He tries, but you knew that neither of you knew if that was true. Though your memories were a haze after that final moment, you remember the last thing Jeremiah said to you.

“See you, soon…”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere story #yandere series #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere demon #yandere angel #yandere grim reaper #x reader #reader insert

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l1tw1ck · 5 months

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Adventurers have always been known far and wide as a group willing to do things no same person would do, including exploring an area known as the wilds, a dense forest that surrounded all the kingdoms in the area containing all matter of dangerous mythical beasts. Beyond that was a mountain range not even the bravest dared go near in fear of the dreaded dragons.

This however didn't stop lux, a war mage, from deciding to explore it anyway. After all, one could only imagine what riches could be hiding in those mountains.

After weeks of travel and either hiding from or defeating various monsters lux begins his ascent on the mountain, making good progress until sunset when he finds a cave, deciding to stay for the night.

The cave was deep and dark, with no end in sight from the entrance. Lux summoned a fireball to light his way, delving deeper and deeper into darkness until he stepped on something, and lighting the area a bit more revealed a massive wealth of gold, completely unguarded, or so it seemed.

Mere minutes after his discovery lux can feel something behind him, the eyes of a predator boring into the back of his skull, a deep growl echoing from something dangerous.

He can barely turn to look at the massive beast before the dragon pins him, readying a mouth full of lightning. Lux squeaks in terror, struggling in an attempt to escape as he attempts to use his magic which stops the dragon from killing him, at least for a moment. Instead the beast seems to smile, or at least the best it could as it lets out a pleased growl, sniffing at the little human before huffing.

What our little war mage wasn't expecting to happen next was the ripping of his armor, followed by the descent of two absolutely massive cocks covered in bumps and ridges. The cocks practically dropped on top of him, the precum sending small electric shocks on the areas they touched. And those were going to be inside him.

Once he was well and truly terrified, the dragon began to slowly push inside both holes, seemingly uncaring of how he could so easily break. He can't do anything but twitch once the cocks completely stuff him, as he's so full.

He can't help but cry out as it rocks its hips, spearing him on twin cocks over and over again until he can't help but clench around them, squirting through rough thrusts.

It feels like hours before the dragon shows any change in pace, although by that point lux is too out of it to notice, poth ends having produced a puddle of drool that he lies in. But the dragon doesn't seem to notice (or care) when it rams itself in one last time and released torrents of hot, sparking cum, both holes being pushed well past full.

Hours later upon regaining consciousness lux is surprised to see that despite his soreness there's a pair of arms wrapped around his waist as well as a scaly tail around his thighs. looks like he's in for a long long few weeks at the least.

I might do a part two do this at some point. It would just be a lot more plot and world building. Also, could I be 🪻annon pretty please?

delicious 🤤 🙏🏾

and yes u can

#wick🕯speaks

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roxanaagriche111 · 10 months

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Before you read, make sure to read the rules before reading. This story is rated 18! For your safety, if you’re not old enough, please leave!

Warnings in this chapter: none

In this story, you are Divus Crewel’s wife! You are older than everyone but younger than Lilia! You met Crewel as a teacher in a princesses and villainess school that joined with RSA and NRC one time! After meeting Crewel, you both hit it off and then got married! For more information go back to the characters bio page to read more about you!

This is a prologue for the story Bewitched! The prologue + chapter 1 in this story is somewhat similar to the Too Darn Cute prologue + it’s chapter 1 that’ll be coming out soon!

This chapter is a prologue despite it may sound like a story summary.

Enjoy!

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Night Raven College, is a prestigious school for wizards and magicians. Within this school, seven dorms contain the most excellent students. They excel in magic, potion mastery, and much more. Getting inside this place, however, is not easy. The only way you can enter and attend this place is by invitation. A black carriage will come to retrieve you once you do. From there you will be in a welcoming ceremony where a magic type of mirror will assort you to the dorm. These dorms are either subjected to how you act, your personality, your background, and even what you master.

Within these seven dorms. They represent Twisted Wonderland's seven heroes. But you might know them as villains within your world. These seven dorms are none other than Heartsybul to represent the Queen of Hearts. Savannaclaw to represent Scar. Octavinelle that represents Ursula. Scarabia to represent Jafar. Pomfiore that represents the Evil Queen. Ignihyde represents the god of the underworld Hades. And finally, Diasomnia represents Maleficent.

Each of these very dorms contains a dorm leader and a vice dorm leader. These very leaders are the school’s most powerful individuals within the levels of school.

For such examples of these students.

Riddle Rosehearts is the dorm leader of the dorm Heartsybul. His vice dorm leader is a childhood friend of his named Trey Clover. They help govern the dorm with strict rules and policies. Making sure no one goes out of hand. If they do then it’s “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

Next is Leona Kingscholar who is the dorm leader of Savannaclaw. His vice dorm leader follows his every command named Ruggie Bucchi. This dorm is more about strength as every member that are beast man is put in there. However, Ruggie is the one that mostly acts as the dorm leader while also helping the actual dorm leader. Why is the vice dorm leader doing everything instead of the actual dorm leader? Simple, the man is a lazy motherfucker that loves to make everyone mad. But don’t let him fool you. Piss him off too much and you might turn to sand by his unique magic. The unique magic of the “Kings Roar” of the dorm leader is no lie.

We then have Azul Ashengrotto, the dorm leader of Octavinelle. He is the owner of a restaurant business within this school. His vice dorm leader is another childhood friend named Jade Leech. Yet, many get confused about which is which as Jade Leech has a twin brother name Floyd. You can get acquainted with all three by signing a contract, but be careful. There is a price with each contract you make. Fail to accomplish said price then the vice dorm leader and his twin will show no mercy. If you think you can double-cross or trick any of them? Good luck with that. The dorm leader can strip you of your magic with his own called “It’s a deal”.

After this one, we then have Scarabia which is governed by the dorm leader Kalim Al Asim and his vice dorm leader Jamil Viper. These two have known each other since childhood and act as a master and servant. That is because Kalim’s family is a long line of merchants as Jamil’s family has served them since. This dorm has many parties every night and a fun atmosphere. There’s not much danger with Kalim, who is more into making friends and having fun. But his vice dorm leader is the one you’d need to watch out for. His magic can manipulate you into doing what he wants. If you don’t do as he says then he won’t hesitate to use “Snake Whisperer” on you to do his bidding.

We then have the brightest dorm of all. Full of the rich and beautiful are the Pomfiore. These dorms are masters in potion and beauty. They say their social media has tons of followers and likes. But the ones who have the most are the dorm and vice-dorm leader. Vil Schoenheit and Rook Hunt are the ones in charge. Don’t let these beautiful men fool you! Both are dangerous in their ways. Rook, has high senses and ways to attack his foe. Considering who he and his family are—you don’t want to mess with him. Vil especially, as he can poison in many ways that you can never imagine. After all, to be the only one in the spotlight. You may hear the words “Fairest One of All” before blackness covers your vision.

Next is Ignihyde, this dorm is not well known. Most of them are recluses. The dorm leader is the most recluse of them all. A huge otaku and truly needs to touch the grass. His name is Idia Shroud and his little brother Ortho Shroud is the vice dorm leader. These two brothers are from a long line of gods and goddesses. Hades, the god of the underworld is said to be their very ancestor. Both boys specialize in many electronics and are next to inherit their parent’s cooperation. But don’t let the dorm leader’s recluse and otaku behavior get to you. His magic is one to send someone straight to hell by “GATE TO UNDERWORLD” of Hades himself!

Finally, we have the dorm Diasomnia. This dorm is mysterious just like Ignihyde. The only difference is that they go out to classes and are seen. They are mysterious because most of the students are faes. Fairies to be exact. Their dorm leader is to be the next king of all faes. His name is Malleus Draconia. His vice dorm leader is his mentor and father-like figure named Lilia Vanrouge, who is known throughout history. But don’t let these two fool you. Being both extremely powerful as well as being sent into a dream-like state. Malleus, the crown prince of all faes can send you to a long-lasting dream by his “Fae of Maleficence” magic. The magic is said to be the most powerful as he is the descendant of Maleficent herself.

Each dorm leader along with their trusty vice dorm leader. Are the most powerful in all of the seven dorms. However, despite being powerful and even well-known throughout the college. The way how they became such powerful individuals was not what you’d think.

All of the said dorm leaders and even some of the vice dorm leaders. All had a sad childhood or past that not many would understand or consider. It wouldn’t be a surprise if not many would try to understand them.

After all, Night Raven College was a school for villains. Anyone would believe that the people inside such a school were all evil. Yet every evil is created and never born as one. But no one would ever believe that the dorm leaders had grown in a tough environment.

All of the dorm leader’s most common parts within their tragic past were isolation, loneliness, being forgotten, overshadowed, bullied, and controlled. It was sad enough that most had grown up without one or both of their parental figures missing. Even if one did have a single parenting figure. It was certainly not pretty. For some, these parents did not understand their kids at all.

Since each dorm had grown in such an environment. As they grew older, bitterness and negativity grew in each of them. Their anger continued to grow and yet it was a miracle for them not to overblot at such an early age. All because of a simple witch.

That’s right, a witch. In each of their time as a child. They met the same witch in their childhood. She had magically appeared in front of them. She greeted them with a sweet smile that held kindness. Yet none of them knew how she magically appeared before them that very day.

Even if her sudden appearance stunned each of them at a different time. They never regretted meeting her. For not only did she show them kindness. But she also played with them, cooked for them, read to them, and even protected them from harm. She would make sure to show her caring side to them every day when they ran up to her to play. Until she suddenly disappeared, leaving all of them confused and hurt.

They were confused about why she suddenly vanished and was hurt as they had fallen in love with her. That’s right. All the dorm leaders at such a young age had ended up falling for her. For their love for that witch had blossomed in each of them at such a young age.

Some might say it was just a small puppy love that would fade over time. Sadly, it wasn’t. As all of them had grown to be fine men and became the dorm leaders of said dorms. To think they’ve never forgotten the very witch that brought joy to them as children.

How could they forget? The witch was the most beautiful of all women they would ever seen. They could never forget her appearance. Her fair (s/c) skin and her shiny (e/c) eyes match perfectly with her (h/l) (h/c) hair, and her perfectly kissable lips. It was impossible not to forget such a beauty. And yet, she was gone like the wind after that fateful day. Never to be seen again.

Sadness and pain developed in each of them. Even if their vice dorm leaders were there to comfort them and try to help in many ways. But their vice dorm leaders have never met this mysterious woman. To them, this woman seemed more like a figment of their dorm leader’s imagination.

The said mysterious witch could never be found. No matter how much they tried to find her. Until, one day, a magic-less student appeared with a fire monster causing chaos in the school.

Will their witch live appear to them again?

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Fun facts about this story:

The author got this story idea after seeing fan arts/art ideas on Pinterest. Where a witch would either save or help little kids, who become obsessed with them. Pics down below

So far that’s all that the author has to say about this story.

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mocc-tok-flip-flop · 5 months

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So it's been a while since I posted, but I got deep into the Pokemon fandom again and the train twins have now taken over! I just had to design some Pokemon forms for Emmet and Ingo!!

I know some people aren't as into stats and abilities, but I really wanted to sit down and hash out their strategies and movesets. They're subway masters AND ridiculously strong and skilled trainers, so I wanted to make sure that their Pokemon forms also reflected that! So if you're into that (or learning how Hisui changed their partnership) it'll be under the Read More below!

Let me know if y'all want to see more of these guys! I have even written their Pokedex entries and figured out their habits and natures! (Also, just because I thought it was funny, now Ingo is the one who's weak to Earthquake)

Ok, so the first thing I determined were general specialties! Ingo, despite his intimidating appearance and his fighting typing, is actually a better special attacker. I imagine that the twins play up the perception that other people have for them: Ingo is indimidating and Emmet is friendly, so Ingo is actually a sneaky special attacker and Emmet is a surprise physical attacker!

Their base stats reflect this, and I put their total around evolved starter range to make sure they're viable for competitive battling. As for typing, it was mostly based on various Pokemon they have on their teams, but I kinda wanted to make them partially types suited more to their counterpart, so Electric for Ingo and Steel(?) for Emmet? It's not perfect, but I HAD to make sure Ingo shared a typing with Lady Sneasler so they can be friends in Hisui. And Emmet is a Bug type because Emmet.

I agonized over their movesets and abilities for a long time, but I really wanted to show that they are a Duo, Please Do Not Seperate. So their moves and abilities help to cover each other in a double battle! Ingo has the absolute beast of a move Boomburst (both because he's loud and because it's a 140 base special attack with no downsides) so he's got Brick Break to make sure that there's no screens or shields blocking his big finishing move. Workup helps with all of his moves and since it boosts physical and special, it works to hide his little-known special attack specialty until it's too late.

I had fun with Emmet's moveset! Not only does he have Reflect to help cover his beloved brother's weaknesses, but in the case they're fighting a singles battle he's got U-Turn to effortlessly switch into his brother's big finisher move. I waffled between Reflect and another move that would reduce special defence (set up even better for Ingo's finishing move), but ultimately decided I liked Emmet shielding his big brother better.

I also want you to know that for his move Attack Order, Emmet literally commands a small battalion of Joltiks who like to hide in his coat. Verrry cute.

Of course, the codependency doesn't stop at their moves! Ingo's ability literally reduces the damage that Emmet takes when they battle together, and Emmet's Volt Absorb ability means that Ingo can always heal up his little brother if the Joltiks don't heal him first.

And now we get to the sad part. During their separation, both of them change, as now they no longer have each other to rely on in battle. Ingo changes out his Brick Break for an Aura Sphere, as when fighting solo (and sometimes multiple opponents) he doesn't have time for a lot of setup and is best on relying on his special attacking rather than trying to play the long game. His ability also changes to Defiant, to reflect his heightened need for fighting and his determination to find what he knows is missing (YES I know technically abilities can't really change but THEY'RE SPECIAL OK and it was sadder this way).

And oh boy, while Emmet can pretend he's fine as much as he wants, his changes truly show how much Ingo's loss devastated him. There's no-one left to switch with, so he trades his U-Turn for a more aggressive Lunge instead. And even worse, his new ability, Anger Point, will boost his attack once he hits half health. Which means that now he will try to get hurt and stay hurt, since now his brother can no longer heal him :(

Sorry for so much rambling, but I got suuuuper into designing these guys! The actual designs are alright, but I still think they need to be more distinctive somehow. Might go back and tweak it a bit later, but I'm happy with it for now. Why are they weird kangaroo things with hooves? Idk, but they look cool and that's what really matters~

#submas #ingo and emmet #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #pokemon #pokemon design #I spent so long on these stats you have no idea #I need these two to be as codependent as possible all the time #Sorry to all my followers who came for Naruto #now you get pokemon #my art #emmet #ingo

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gravity-falls-au-tournament · 10 months

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The AUs in the running!

With the submission now closed, the time for the Tournament to begin is fast approaching! With that in mind it is time to reveal the AUs in the running:

Drifting stars AU by @the-subpar-ghost

During the events of not what he seems, Mabel ends up falling into the portal instead of Ford coming through it, and Mabel ends up stuck with Ford in the multiverse. The two of them travel the multiverse and get into many a shenanigan trying to find a way home. In most versions Stan and Dipper also work to bring their twins home

One of us AU by @ashidaii

During the events of Weirdmaggedon, Ford accepts Bill's offer to join him and is transformed into a demon. In some versions it is with the intent to betray Bill later while struggling with Demonic Corruption, in others it is genuine.

Reunion falls AU by @sailorleo (Now @hellspawnmotel)

Not long after Mabel and Dipper were born the two were separated, with Dipper being sent to live with Stan and Mabel remaining with their parents. After finding out about her twin years later, Mabel travels to Gravity falls to meet him.

Timestuck AU by @dodofiasco

In which one of the Pines twins (or both, in which case usually they get separated but sometimes they are together) end up stuck 30 years in past due to the time tape and meet the younger version of one (or both) of the Stan twins.The most Popular version of this AU has Mabel travelling with a younger Stan.

Blind Faith au by @gravity-what and @thesnadger

During the events of the Portal incident in the 1980s, Both Stan and Ford fall through the Portal. Due to McGucket being driven mad by what he saw when he entered the portal, Ford fears the same could happen to Stan and thus blindfolds him to prevent him from Seeing whatever lurks in the mysterious and insidious dimension where they have ended up, and the two travel to escape. However, while Ford cannot see fully due to losing his glasses, what little he can see is starting to take its toll. This mounting paranoia and fear eventually reaches a Boling point and leads to Ford attempting to blind Stan to keep him safe from the horrors (In some versions he succeeds, in others he only manages to do so for one eye) Eventually the two manage to leave this dimension and they begin travelling the multiverse.

Monster falls AU by various

The discovery of a magical stream results in the characters of gravity falls being transformed into various monsters. Dipper is turned it a Cervitaur(Deer centaur) Mabel is turned into a Mermaid or a Unicorn centaur, Stan is turned into a gargoyle, Ford is turned into a Greek sphynx, And the list goes on.

Mystery trio AU by various

Based on a popular theory prior to the release of Not what he seems and a tale of tale of two stans. The story of the Mystery trio au has many different variations, but the general premise is that in sometime in the past before the portal incident, Stan and Ford make and the two of them plus Fiddleford work together to help with Ford's research in Gravity falls, getting into all kinds of trouble.

Beauty and Beast AU by @artsycrapfromsai

A Familial love take on the Disney movie of the same name, in the Beauty and the Beast au the pines twins end up living in the castle of the Stan twins, who were cursed years ago by bill, with Ford being transformed into a Book and Stan into a beast

Reverse portal AU by @busket

During the events of the portal incident, Stan is the one to fall in the portal instead of Ford. Ford then spends the next 30 battling with himself over whether he should risk the universe and try and bring Stan back, Meanwhile Stan travels the multiverse, probably getting banned from numerous dimensions.

Relativity falls AU by Doidles and Gargunk

An age swap au where the stan twins are twelve years old and staying in gravity falls with their Grauntie Mabel, who is secretly working to bring back her brother.

Transcendence AU by Zoey Chu(Now @transcendence-au)

Due to a long series of events, Dipper gains Bill's powers, becoming known as "Alcor". Meanwhile in an event known as the "Transcendence" gravity falls weirdness spreads to the rest of the world.

One and a half stans AU by @disappeareddraws

After the events of a tale of two stans, Stan ends up being reverted back to a kid through some means or the other.

Ghost stan AU by @gryphsdeadbones

Some point after a tale of two stans, Stan dies and becomes a ghost, eventually becoming a category 10 ghost.

Never human AU by @notllorstel

Stanley pines was stillborn, replaced by a changeling at birth. In some versions Dipper is also a Fae and the story deals with the aftermath of these revelations

Pirate AU by @gobblewanker

During the 18th century, Orphan stowaways Mabel and Dipper find themselves on the mystery, A pirate ship manned by its notorious captain Stanley pines, who is fueled by a desire for revenge against the man who killed his brother.

Summer job AU by Various

After the events of Steven universe future, Steven gets a job working at the mystery shack (sometimes post-series sometimes pre-series)

Round one will start on the 10th of August Aest and the brackets will be up on the 9th. See you all soon!

#i tried my best to do background checks on all the aus here and make sure there wasnt anything nasty #but please let me know if i missed anything #gravity falls #gravity falls au #bracket tournament #tournament blog #masterpost #tournament poll #tumblr tournament #tumblr polls

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rwac96 · 9 months

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Spartan's Lament (RWBY AU)

The Jabberwalker growled as it walked on all fours, it jerked from left to right. The Afteran Predator growls as it stalks through the tall grass of a nearby settlement. The monster muttered one word, an adversary it had encountered some time ago. An opponent that would stand in the way of its purpose. Its tail flicked at the thought of its opponent; a warrior in rusted armor with a broken blade and rusted shield, that sported twin crescent moons.

"K-Knight," The Jabberwalker growled, picking up its foe's scent. "Knight!" It raises its twitching claw, preparing to strike down the interloper.

But, instead, it was pushed down to the ground on its back. The monster twitched and jittered, looking up to see an oxidized spear; green rust with some semblance of copper. Then, it became surrounded by a black aura, much to the Walker's confusion. But, the creature sniffs the air, growling lowly.

"S-Spartan!" The Walker then spots the lance returning to its owner, who caught it easily, the black aura disappearing. "Spartan!"

The armored woman gripped her lance in her right hand, holding an identical oxidized shield with the left. Sporting an oxidized, hypolite helmet, she glared at the Afteran with a pair of emerald irises. Long, red hair fell from behind; some grey can be seen in it. She takes a deep breath, beginning to circle around the Jabberwalker. The Spartan crouches down as the reptilian-lupine beast sprints towards her, then lunges for attack. It was met with a harsh shield bash courtesy of the armored woman, who then tossed it. It cries out in pain as it is struck again, falling down onto the earth as the shield returns to its owner.

"Leave," the armored woman spoke with command, pointing her lance at the dark violet beast. "Now!"

The Walker hissed in protest, raising both claws, not taking the Spartan's warning to heart. The redhead simply sighed, as she then charged toward the beast. Once more, she tosses her lance at the Walker, which smacks the weapon away. She raises her right hand, glowing black, calling back the spear. The Walker sprints toward the redhead, slashing its left claw at her, only to be blacked by the shield. Staggering back and groaning in pain, The Walker was met with a jab to its chest its opponent. She pulls her lance out of the creature's chest, only to jab it repeatedly; causing the monster to roar.

"Back!" She raises her shield, slamming it against the beast's grey masque. "Back, damn you!"

Clutching at one of the wounds, the beast turns around and limps away from the warrior. The Huntress exhaled lowly, turning around to a village in the distance. A village made of paper, a place she has come to call home since falling into this strange land. She begins the long walk back, many thoughts running through her mind. It has been decades since she and the Knight found themselves practically stranded, sent back due to that damned Clock Fruit. The first months after that incident, she was angry with her partner. But, more importantly, she was angry with herself. Angered at the amber-eyed 'Maiden', and angered at the silver-eyed brat, whose plan went wrong.

At this moment, since they found this village filled with paper-like beings called 'Paper Pleasers', they were the protectors of these innocents. But, innocents who always seemed to get themselves into trouble. The Spartan felt like a slave for all of her life, a slave to destiny, a slave to her status as a famed gladiator and celebrity status, a slave to the Old Man's crusade against his scorned lover, and now, a slave to a seemingly suicidal species. As she reached the bridge, she grabbed a hold of her helmet, removed it, and looked down at it.

"How long can I keep this up?" Pyrrha Nikos asked herself, "How long can we keep this up?" She lifted her head up to the blonde knight in rusted armor, pulling a ruby Paper Pleaser from one of the sharp stones.

Then, she looked up to the black sky, seeing four lights coming down. Red, White, Violet, and Yellow; colors that they waited years to see again. Then, the thought of the Walker came to Pyrrha's mind, the Red Prince. Though it had been years since Atlas' Fall, Pyrrha still resented the four, who stranded them in this demented Fairy Tale, who left them to play the roles of the Rusted Knight and the Tarnished Spartan, who left them with a selfish and cruel child known as Alyx. The same child who poisoned her beloved, who listened to that damned cat.

"How...How long can those four stay alive in this mad place?"

(based on the 'Tarnished Spartan' images by @davidellisartworkstuff)

#text post #text prompt #fanfiction #rwby #rwby au #rwby vol 9 #pyrrha nikos #the tarnished spartan #jabberwalker

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 years

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you as a Fatui healer, one of the most reliable in the entire organization. it's no surprise that you've been assigned to work under the Harbingers- you're a more helpful doctor than Dottore, since you prefer to heal and mend wounds rather than experimenting on them, and you're also pleasant to be around which can be quite rare in the Fatui. your most frequent patient is by far the Young Lord, Tartaglia- rarely does a week go by without a drop in from the Eleventh Harbinger, a charming grin on his face and some new gash or injury somewhere on his body. it almost seems like he enjoys getting hurt as much as he loves battle, and when you say as much with an exasperated sigh he simply laughs and teasingly replies that maybe it's you he likes. you scoff and roll your eyes, but you can't prevent the corners of your lips twitching up occasionally. sometimes it seems like it's true, too, with the way he greets you outside of your clinic and the playful ruffles he gives to your hair- but he's a Harbinger and you're just a medic, so of course it can't be reality no matter how much you secretly want it to. Tartaglia's only love is battle, so you'll settle with patching him up and sitting on the sidelines until you're no longer useful to the Fatui. it's late one night when you're reorganizing your supplies, all the other agents either home or asleep somewhere in the Headquarters, when something quite literally crashes through the door and into your clinic. your head snaps towards the sound, hand already hovering over the small blade you keep on your person at all times as you silently stalk towards whatever, or whoever, dares disturb the peace so late. when you round the corner you come face-to-face with a terrifying monster- twice your height and covered in violet and charcoal armor, a red mask covering its face with two twin horns, and claws so sharp and deadly they send shivers up your spine- for a moment you see your life before your eyes, but you stand your ground, clutching your blade. "Who are you and what do you want?" to your surprise, the monster doesn't attack- instead it simply lets out a frightened whine and presses its back against the wall, sliding down until it's sitting with its head in his knees. tentatively you come closer, blade still in hand, and the monster shrinks away with a pained whimper. upon closer inspection you can see its armor is littered in wounds both large and small, allowing glittering, inhuman blood to drip through, and your heart aches for this poor, scared creature. so you do what you do best, and fetch a medical kit. the monster looks at you, shivering, but you simply kneel and begin tending to its injuries, shushing it gently when it yelps or flinches in pain. soon the trembles wracking the beast's body slow and it allows you to continue in silence, claws occasionally tapping on the floor. by the time all the wounds are treated you're exhausted, but smiling because the creature lets out a quiet, grateful chirp before scooting closer to you. you stare up into its single crystalline eye, and it stares back down at you earnestly, leaning as close as it can without actually touching you. "Who are you?" the monster rumbles softly, one hand coming up to rest on your shoulder and the other moving towards your head. you watch, but stay still, curious to see what the creature has in mind, and as gentle as can be, you feel claws delicately ruffle your hair before retreating. your eyes widen as you crane your neck and continue to gaze into the azue eye of Lord Tartaglia, and he, in turn, settles his forehead against the crook of your neck, star-dotted wings fluttering weakly but happily with the knowledge that he's been reunited with the person he's loved ever since he saw you. your hands find purchase in his fluffy ginger hair, and you swear you hear him let out soft purrs as you thread your fingers through the locks, mumbling out the only thought on your mind. "What happened to you...?"

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andrewwtca · 6 months

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drum roll please...

hello @kingarmorking! I'm your Secret Santa!!!

I will admit, your prompt had me confused at first glance but once I came to actually look at your account and work, OH was I eating!!! Sora as the Beast??? Riku as the Beauty??? it's been such a hassle not reblogging your art and leaving comments in order to keep anonymity... I'm obsessed with this AU and this is the product of that!

in case you don't remember, you asked for a scene written or something taken straight from Beauty and the Beast, and. I hope you don't mind if I was a little self-indulgent. I took some inspiration from the film but also... angsted it. ahh, I hope you enjoy it!!!

(everyone else, go read SEDI!!!)

secrets never kept, promises never made

Riku wonders which is Sora.

The two portraits hang proudly on the wall, even with time making them fade away and tearing at their corners. They both have dark green backdrops, the subjects facing each other, and Riku props his hand on his hip.

One is of a blond boy and the other is of a brunet. They have matching blue eyes, faces etched into permanent frowns of solemnity (although the brunet looks like there’s a slight whisper of a smile threatening to escape), and hair slicked down. They wear matching royal blue suits, and while only their upper bodies are shown, they seem so well put together.

Which is Sora? Riku can’t figure it out. He's passed this hallway a few times, without the Beast ever knowing, and he keeps trying to figure it out, and to no avail over and over. Was it the blond who seemed so serious, so sad? Or was it the brunet who seemed to try to hide a smile that even the painter picked up on?

Riku figures it’s the blond. Sora doesn’t seem like the smiling type.

But then again—if Riku was trapped in a body for that long, he wonders how much he would change. He isn’t the smiling type or the particularly over-joyous type, but Riku still had some joy in his heart, even if he couldn’t show it. Where would it all go?

Buried deep down somewhere like some sort of coffin.

His metaphor is cut too soon with a sudden gust of wind.

This hallway is abandoned, with cobwebs wrapping themselves around candles like babies to their mothers, with all the blue walls having turned into darkness. Curtains hug the windows and even if it was day, no light would be omitted. For all intents and purposes, this hallway was intended to be left to time.

And yet, the door slams open, and Riku’s cloak flutters behind him. Riku doesn’t feel the fear he expects himself to be overcome by when he turns to see the large keeper of the castle standing there, shadows covering his face and expression.

Instead, Riku only turns. What else is there to do?

You’re not supposed to be here.

“I apologize,” Riku says, in only half honesty. He does feel bad for breaking Sora’s rules, as it seems it’s all he has left—he doesn’t feel bad for wanting to learn more. For wanting to end this eternal darkness plaguing this realm.

It’s why he hesitates and bites back his tongue to ask, 'Which one is you?' Is it important? Does Sora even remember? (Would he even tell Riku?)

Get out. A please is added after a moment, and Sora’s large form takes a step closer as if trying to goad Riku out. The shadows seem like a good place for him like he was made for it, and Riku wonders if that bothers him.

Both of the twins didn’t seem particularly sad. Neither of them seemed like they lingered in the shadows—

And yet, here they are.

Riku glances down and sighs. He can't suppress his curiosity, craving the safety knowing would bring. “Sora,” he calls. “How—”

It was a long shot, Riku knew, but he didn’t expect Sora to let out a mighty roar that shook the whole room. Riku lets out a startled yelp and hardens his gaze as Sora simpers, standing taller in the light, covering as much of it as he could as though he owned the darkness, he was the darkness. I said GET OUT.

It rings in Riku’s ears and he presses a hand to either one. He presses harder because the ringing doesn’t stop, and it echoes into his brain. It makes him nauseous and he—he has to get away from Sora.

I’m sorry, Sora, some part of him calls, stumbling backward. I’m sorry this happened to you.

The ringing, the ringing, the ringing, it drives Riku crazy and he keeps limping until he reaches what he thinks is a balcony. The ringing is going quieter, but it’s still there—is Sora still in that room? Riku hears something behind him—maybe Sora tears down the painting. Riku doesn’t know, doesn’t care, he scales the side of the castle walls the way he and Katsu used to climb houses when they were smaller.

Riku keeps moving forward—why won’t the ringing stop?

Is this Sora, trying to push him away; or trying to pull him back?

It’s getting quieter, though.

Riku keeps moving forward. I’m sorry, he keeps repeating in his mind, as though to swat away all of Sora’s rage. Neither of those twins seemed like they could get too angry. Well—the blond, maybe. So that must be Sora. So angry all the time, but Riku knows he would be too, so he could still be the brunet, and on and on Riku’s thoughts go. I’m sorry, he’ll repeat, and he’s not sure if he’s sorry this happened to Sora and he can’t save him, or sorry that he’s wondering this at all. I’m sorry I made you feel like you’re not enough.

The ringing stops.

Riku drops his hands and suddenly recognizes the cold. Wrapping his arms around himself, Riku shivers and blows out condensing cold air, trying to take note of where he is. Trees—ah, the forest, of course.

There’s still some light. Riku turns around and huffs. This is the last place he’d like to be found in the darkness and the last place he’d like to be found while the world keeps falling to its creatures. In short, this is one of the few places Riku likes and he can’t understand Yuu’s obsession with it. The name sends a jolt of warmth through him, the warmth of joy: Please have made it to the capital alright.

The warmth of joy is washed out with a bucket of shame: he came here to save the realm. And he spent his time wondering what Sora looked like. He spent his time aggravating him instead of freeing the realm.

And of course, Riku—the shivers rack through him violently, interrupting his thoughts—wonders what exactly is going through Sora’s mind. Telepathy isn’t enough. Riku wonders what Sora feels and what Sora actually wants to do, instead of what he says. Riku wonders so much, but that’s not important.

What’s important is the people he loves who he can’t count on one hand, who grow every single day. When he was small it was his brothers, and then it was Kairi, and then it was the town, and now it’s the realm. (And maybe, now it’s the castle. Maybe, now it’s Sora.) He can’t lose sight of that. The moment he does, that’s when he’ll be in trouble—

Riku lets out a yelp as something latches to his leg. He kicks at it, but his boots are dull and tired, and the something yanks him to the ground. Slamming to the ground without an ounce of gracefulness, Riku grabs a handful of snow and chucks it forward, alongside kicking with his free foot.

The something lets out a warbled hiss and backs off quickly, and—

Shadows.

Riku doesn’t have a weapon.

Riku scrambles to his feet and looks around. Slowly, white snow is overtaken by these creatures of the night and Riku only has a few seconds to think, and oh! Trees! They have sharp branches, don’t they?

Riku rushes out of the opening and grabs a fallen branch, the first one he grabs with no care for sharpness. He maybe should’ve cared. This one is duller than a dying light, but beggars can’t be choosers and Riku can’t be monster food.

The shadows are small enough, but Riku knows that small things can be overwhelming in larger groups. He needs to keep them down to keep an upper hand, and Riku sweeps his stick in a low arching movement, knocking three of the creatures to the ground.

They dissolve into the night and Riku dances with the night. He spins and strikes, and for a moment, there are only two more left, and he can head back to the castle and work—

A shadow claws at Riku’s leg and it tears through his slacks. Letting out a shout, Riku falls forward and quickly turns onto his back. No, no, no, he isn’t going to let these puny monsters be the death of him, not when he has so much to fight for (but how, there are so many, he can’t do this alone!)

Shadows restrain Riku’s wrists and he headbutts forward, trying to knock the closest one off balance, but all he ends up doing is flailing. What do they even want, his soul? Well, they can’t have it! Riku keeps fighting and he feels darkness suffocating him. They can’t have it, they can’t have it, they can’t have it, he needs to protect the ones who he loves, it’s getting darker and darker—

The shadow is tossed off Riku’s body and the weight is lifted from his limbs. Riku’s eyes search, dazed.

In the darkness, Riku finds something even darker; something more light than anything here. “Sora,” Riku groans. The shadows are regrouping, and Riku pushes himself up onto his elbows.

I’m sorry, Sora tells him. It seems like he’s panting; it seems like he’s human. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you like that.

“I shouldn’t have pried,” Riku automatically says, holding his head. He's spinning. No, he's not, he's on the ground. Yet, he's spinning. Maybe he was a dancer in a past light.

No…you’re within your right, Sora begins, before turning. But shall we deal with these first?

“Probably smart,” Riku tells him, pushing himself to unsteady feet. He lurches forward and Sora is there to grab him and to hold out— “My sword!”

I had a feeling, Sora explains, holding his hands out at either side of him, that there would be trouble.

“You have some pretty good feelings,” Riku says.

I hope so. I only have so many.

Riku is about to laugh, thinking it’s a joke, until a shadow jumps at him and he needs to swing his sword down. The arch is true and it feels right, unlike the imitation called a stick. This feels right, this fight, and when the shadow is extinguished, it’s time for the next one.

The cold doesn’t bother Riku. The numbers don’t bother Riku. Nothing bothers Riku are he swings forward, accompanied only by the sound of metal, his grunting, and Sora’s loud footsteps. Sora, Riku thinks, sparing a glance or two or three or four at him.

Sora is a fighter. It’s like he was made for this, mixing between magic and physical combat. Both leave Riku reeling and for a second, Riku imagines someone else.

He imagines the boy with blond hair, back to back with him. “We’re almost there!” Riku tells Sora and Sora lets out a grunt to let him know he heard, and the two kick off each other again. The shadows keep going. But they’re bound to come. The blond is nothing but rage, nothing but—

Riku feels a wave of joy take over him, a joy that isn’t his.

Riku slices and imagines the boy with brown hair, switching spots with him. Sora’s better at large groups and Riku’s better at large shadows. The two nod to each other and they’re fighting again, and there’s almost a hop in Sora’s step, like he hasn’t fought in a while. No, he has fought.

Like he hasn’t fought with someone in a while.

Riku slams his sword down and imagines the boy with brown hair, sticking to his forehead, laughing.

The shadows are gone. Riku turns around—

And sees the Beast looking back at him.

Riku smiles at Sora.

I’m so sorry.

I wish I could save you.

I wish I could love you.

…can I?

I hope you enjoyed that!!! like I said, EXTREMELY self-indulgent. I'm so sorry, your AU just gave me brain rot! I was inspired by the scene above where Belle gets attacked by wolves and the Beast comes to save her, except... well, this is Soriku, they would kick ass together!

happy holidays! thanks for a lovely prompt <3

#andrew's fanfics #fanfiction #kingdom hearts #soriku #beauty and the beast #batb au #go read SEDI everyone!!!#secret santa 2023

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kirby-souljourney-au · 16 days

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(Checks clock)

….I mean, it’s technically tomorrow.

Time to post Empress!

(At 1 A.M. because I had a panic attack and couldn’t sleep!)

They’re a Dragon now, instead of… whatever they were originally! Good for them!

They’re also dead. Which kinda sucks, but at least they get to be with Morpho practically all the time forever.

All their info and hex codes are under the cut!

Full name: Empress Agova

Aliases: ‘Em’ (FRIENDS ONLY)

Species: Popstarling Dragon (Wind) — Deceased Spirit-turned-Reaper

Planet of Origination: Popstar

Age: 3,676

Height: 6’5”

Gender: Biologically female; identifies as genderfluid

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, She/Her/Hers, He/Him/His

Sexuality: Panromantic, asexual

S/O: Marophim ‘Morpho Knight’ (partner)

Family: None

A gentle spirit of an old Dragon, taking up the job of a Grim Reaper for anxious souls.

In a romantic relationship with Marophim, otherwise known as Morpho. Does not want any children with them.

Became a Grim Reaper about 2 years after their death, hoping to bring peace to those as fearful as they were, however is rarely ever seen out of their house, let alone doing their job.

Passed away after an invasion of Demon Beasts sent by Nightmare.

Very quiet and reserved, she doesn’t have many friends outside of Kirby, Ione, Galacta and Ophanim. He’s completely content with his small friend group, though; he was never a social butterfly, and in fact, was rather antisocial throughout his life and afterlife. Generally, they are a nice person, but they are very easily annoyed and offended, so it’s best to watch your tone when you talk with them.

Lived in a region of Dreamland opposite Cappy Village for most of her life, but moved into the village just a year before Kirby landed in his Starship. He prefers staying inside as opposed to being outdoors, which is very uncommon for his variant, as Wind Dragons are one of the most ‘outdoorsy’ types of Dragons on the planet. They do enjoy flying about on occasion, but that certainly isn’t often.

Her weapon of choice is a pair of twin sickles, forged by Yacho’o for reaping souls. He does sometimes use his natural Wind magic, but not super frequently.

Hex codes

Both:

#77779C — Hair / Tail ‘petals’

#D6C3C3 — Inner ears

#DDE7EB — Skin

#E9F4FF — Eye whites

#FFFFFF — Teeth / Gloves 3

#5DA2E5 — Iris

#FFD3AF — Chains

#202020 — Tights (layer blend mode Linear Burn, opacity 64%)

Main outfit:

#000000 — Skirt 2

#101010 — Skirt 1

#0C0E33 — Shirt 1

#96B2DB — Shirt 2

#CEFFB7 — Death scar / Blood

Alt outfit:

#1D1E2A — Gloves 1

#161E3F — Dress

#021CE1 — Gloves 2

Wings:

#5F83A4 — Flight feathers (back)

#7A9AB6 — Covert feathers 1

#A0BBD3 — Covert feathers 2

#D0E1F1 — Flight feathers (front)

Aaand that’s it! Our beloved antisocial Dragon finally has a full ref sheet!

#kirby series #kirby au #au #my au #k:sj au #kirby oc #oc #my oc #oc: empress #kirby art #kirby fanart #art #my art #digital art #ref sheet #k:sj characters #also Morpho has a proper name now #also I genuinely don’t know what to call their tail petals #they look like petals. so I’ll just call them petals

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petorahs · 4 months

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what are your headcanons about Juliana and Florian?

oughhghghg where to begin

Both

-Juliana (Jules for short) and Florian (Flori, Flor, etc) are twins! Juliana is the older one. This is inspired by the fact that... they look so similar in their official art! All the recent protags all do but these two take the cake. It's so funny to me. -they look so similar in fact, that they could be body doubles! but that's totally wrong and unethical they'd never... right? -I like the HC that they're both from Galar (their mom having Skwovet and using a British term early-game, the Galarian pokemon stickers in their room, etc). They're both Paldeans, but were raised there before moving back to their hometown with mom.

-Fun thing about Scarlet/Violet is that they're such huge games that it's totally justifiable to have dual protags doing different things. Because of this, I decided to have Juliana handle the 'battle-heavy' routes like Victory Road while Florian, who is more research-focused (and has main character syndrome) features more in The Hidden Treasure arc. -I can't decide on who really does Starfall Street yet, but I'd like for Path of Legends to be the both of them helping Arven since it's the most plot-heavy and has to do with endgame. -Don't ask how but both Koraidon and Miraidon exist at the same time and the twins are their trainers. -In my recent art of them, you'll notice Juliana and Florian's eyes get all blue/crystal-like! this is an effect of their time in Area Zero/being exposed to that much Terastal energy. just them though, no one else...

Florian

-additionally, Flo's hair turns from a purply-brown to pink post-game because he's named "Haruto" in Jp, meaning spring. this carries over across all languages! I wanted to evoke a sense of a blossom coming to life over the course of his journey.

-hates battling because his sister will always be better at it than him, so he vastly prefers pokemon catching instead. (Galar's League-focus/prominence made him sickkkk. he was glad to move) -helped Jacq complete the Paldean, Kitakami and BB pokedex because of that. they're tight, the both of them. -his smile never reaches his eyes, early-game. -he is not naturally kind, nor does he see himself as the 'hero' of the story (that was always Juliana, not him), but he fakes being a main character to make people think he's just as good (this is also a byproduct of Galar's culture tbh) -that's why he seems like the more extroverted of the two, but really, he's just as quiet as her behind doors. -tbh even the fact that he has one beauty mark under his eye instead of two like his twin sis bothers him... blud thinks he'll never be enough! -Koraidon's trainer

-after meeting Kieran, Florian tried to be kind from a genuine want instead of to impress people. he wanted to be the 'hero of the story' that Kieran saw him as... and not because he needed to be out of his sister's shadow. Kieran made him want to try. -like the only way I see him winning during BB League wasn't because he was the main character who always wins, but because winning was the only way he could be friends with Kieran again. -his arc will conclude when he learns to be kind and do things out of selflessness :) which is why he takes a Tera Blast during the Indigo Disk's climax, the ultimate act of selflessness. help. sorry man it was for character development...

Juliana

-The actual main hero of the story. Really insanely strong in battles. like just straight up a beast -Juliana's names mean "youth", so she stays the same, forever a young battle prodigy Florian tries to match (but can't...). Also, youth to me can mean the future, which is why she's the Miraidon trainer! -Another reason why she's Miraidon trainer is because she can't express herself how she wants... she can't emote easily and speaks monotonously, like a robot. -Her arc would conclude when she learns that the people worth keeping in life are the ones that get her even when she doesn't feel "normal" :]]] true treasures. -big eater -read once that having beauty marks under your eyes means you'll have "trouble in love" and tried to scrub hers off... really envies Florian for having just one and thinks Flo's some kind of romance genius. goes to him for love advice one day and it freaks him out (he's having just a complicated time as any teen!!!)

-Heavily inspired by Pokemon Special's take on her. like look at her she's so cool.

#if you couldnt tell uhmm. im shamelessly a juli/nemo truther and flori/kie ambassador. like theyre the endgame ships to me #but i like multiship for juliana too :]#anyways #aishi.docx #ans #anon #TYYY FOR ASKING ABOUT THEM and if any of you read this longass...thing... thank you so much. i just needed a place to put my thoughts tbh #more asks always welcome <333 i love. scarvio.#and their protags <333 it took a while but i def warmed up to them 100%#pkmn

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rhaenaspearls · 6 days

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The Pearl of The Realm

Headcanons

• Five years ago, at the age of 14, Rhaena claimed the mount of the late Queen Alysanne, Silverwing. The beast had lived in one of the dens on Dragonstone since The Good Queen's death and Rhaena first bonded and mounted the she-dragon during one of her family's infrequent but many moon-long stays on the Island after Rhaenyra was appointed Hand. Ever since she's flown with Silverwing nearly every day, and still visits her even on the days she can't, as well as frequently flying to Driftmark and Dragonstone with her so the Silver Queen can visit with Meleys, who she's always been quite affectionate with, and Vermithor, her mate since the reign of King Jaehaerys, and Rhaena can visit with her grandmother Princess Rhaenys, and her cousin, Princess Helaena, respectively.

• Rhaena is both very skilled at and very fond of many activities typically brushed aside as "women's work"; from fashion and cosmetics to embroidery and domestic tasks like managing servants and especially helping care for the younger children in her family, her talents mainly lie being the kind of Lady their society tells all young girls they ought to be, but instead of being celebrated for her aptitude she's much more frequently derided. Her love for the courtly graces and women's hobbies like painting and embroidery are shared by both her step mother and her older cousin, her enjoyment of fine gowns, cosmetics, and luxury her main source of bonding with Rhaenyra in particular, and her easy, almost effortless love of children another trait she shares with Helaena. However, especially with those outside her family, Rhaena is often admonished as vain, flighty, and vapid, for her natural inclination towards performing the kinds of duties she was always raised to believe would make her beloved.

• Though some may call it naive, or even willfully ignorant, Rhaena still whole heartedly believes in a fantasy-esq kind of true love. When challenged on this with members of her own family she insists that true love exists, but that doesn't mean there has to be only one. She believes her father has been lucky enough to have at least two, perhaps the Gods blessed him with such because he spent so much of his life painfully lacking for it. If anything the apparent lack of such a phenomenon out in the world has only made her sad so many must marry for politics or protection than following their hearts. For Rhaena's own part, her beliefs have only served to leave her uninspired by the numerous young heirs and Lords who have sought after her hand in the past few years, acutely aware they view her only as a status symbol, a prize, or even less generously, a chance to provide their own House a dragon and rider in time. All she knows, is that when love comes she'll feel it...even if she can't quite see it.

• Rhaena is extremely close with her twin sister, Rhaena, far past what would be usual for most sisters around their age and even more than can typically be found with twins. Many find it to be even stranger when taken into consideration with the girls' such disparate interests, Baela in nearly every way "more boyish than ladylike" and Rhaena an equally perfect picture of what a lady ought to be, or perhaps, as close as an Targaryen could ever hope to get. Nevertheless, the twins have never lost the fervent, obvious happiness and contentment only found in one another's presence. Rhaena continues to regularly accompany Baela on her increasingly frequent trips to Driftmark as they have matured and in turn many claim Baela only endures Court at the Red Keep to keep company with her twin; they fly, going on kitchen raids and adventures as much as Baela pleases, and she keeps her twin company when setting her elaborate hairstyles and wears the gowns she helps her pick out, still with matching jewelry inherited from their mother, for special occasions whenever Rhaena asks.

#rhaena targaryen #rhaena of pentos #asoiaf #musings #rp #rp blog #asongofgoldenfireandblackblood #asongofgf&bb #fc: charithra chandran

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thesamoanqueen · 1 year

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Blackwater III

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: Omegaverse (AlphaRoman/ Y-NOmega); Angst; Fluff(Maybe?) errors after errors after errors after errors after errors...

A/N: New chapter and finally something is moving… hope yall like it. Bye.

Dinner had been an agony. She had hardly touched any food, the fork turned on her plate moving the vegetables from one side to the other endlessly, some answers to the twins questions, the only ones she seemed to want to pay attention in the whole house. The after dinner had been even worse. Already heard and predictable speeches on what to do for the next few weeks ended earlier than they should, which at another time Roman would have welcomed with satisfaction to enjoy some well-deserved relax and which instead had plunged them into a tension that threatened to strangle him. His cousins had tried to lighten the atmosphere by any means, taking advantage of his tolerance index at all-time highs, but the moment they got up to leave them alone, Y/N's discomfort had completely overwhelmed him. Sitting on opposite sides of the terrace, they had been silent for an infinite time until the air began to turn cold and Roman made a move.

Claiming her when she was not herself had been a risky and instinctive choice, but since then he had been trying to make amends and be patient, which was already exceptional in itself, yet she didn't want to hear about it. She didn't want to open up, she wasn't even going to give him a chance and it shouldn't have been like this. She was his mate, he shouldn't have needed chances with her, it had to be natural, simple and instead it had taken a superhuman effort to convince her to leave that terrace to go back to their room. And she wasn't even there. They had spent the rest of the night in the living room, consuming wood from the fireplace, immersed in a tension that seemed to slap him at least as much as the glares she gave him as soon as he moved a muscle.

It was enough for him to seek some comfort with his back, move a leg and her eyes left the fireplace to focus on him, like those of someone who has a wild beast in front of him. And wants to kill him. Because what he felt about her wasn't just fear of being alone with him with no one to divide them, but aversion and an instinct for defense. While physically he would have been able being the alpha, he couldn't force her without taking another kick who knows where or even more than one thanks to their bond and honestly, as things stood, as much as his wolf was pawing, Roman didn't even want to try. It would have been horrendous even if he had finally managed to stop her and between them the atmosphere was already bad without adding an unforgettable induced mating session to finally have her under control. And so, in silence, with his nerves frayed and in the worst mood ever, Roman had remained on that hateful couch waiting for the day with her, without closing an eye or relaxing, until the house had slowly come back to life and the twins had joined them again, along with Solo and the Wise man.

- Uce, someone didn't sleep, hm? - Jimmy chuckled from the threshold.

- Nah nah Uce! - Jey echoed, clapping for who knows what.

There was really nothing to applaud or comment on. Everything was going exactly as it shouldn't, and his wolf's mood was starting to surface. He felt helpless, unable to take control of the situation and it was something that he hadn't felt for too many years and that he didn't want to experience again, because he had a feeling that this time was even worse. And they laughed… they clapped…

- Look at those faces!

- Not even an hour!

- Not one! - Jimmy insisted and Roman gave them a cold look when they both tried a couple of verses for which he would have choked them without thinking twice.

His dominant aura suddenly filled the house, air tense and the atmosphere heavy. He saw his cousins lower their heads, shut their mouths, shift their gazes away, trying to drown out the rage he was venting on them at those stupid jokes, until Heyman tapped the table uncertainly.

- Cmon guys, it's not polite makes comment. There's a lady - oh my apologies! The lady. - the Wise man joined in trying to make amends, but Roman didn't have time to shut him up too, ending up shifting his attention back to Y/N who, after annoyingly pushing away her plate, stood up.

- Where are you going? - he inquired suddenly tired again, seeing her cross the dining room.

- I stink, do I need your permission for a shower?

Jey and Jimmy looked from her to him, speechless and both they, and Solo and the wise man soon brought their looks back to Y/N who, without waiting for an answer, had taken the door to disappear into the hallways of the house leaving him there. Exhausted, he too moved away his plate and ignored the lament of his wolf who wanted to follow her, and got up from the table, taking instead the opposite direction to reach the gym. He needed to punch something or he couldn't handle a full day out there and the prospect of quickly ending up back in the house with her was even starting to feel less appealing than hearing complaints and talk of improbable business.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. It shouldn't have gone like this.

***

No running in the reserve, no tour in the city, absolute prohibition to go beyond the boundaries of the forest. It was like being in an open-air prison or a zoo cage. Her head ached and after spending the night without sleeping, everything seemed heavier than it already was. The shower, longer than it should have been even watching a movie in it, had helped her to relax her muscles a bit, but her skin smelled different now, something she recognized despite herself and that she wanted so badly to get rid off enjoying that little time apart. Roman had gone away, taking the twins with him to do who knows what business and hadn't even allowed her the hope of escaping for a second, leaving Solo to watch on her.

She had nothing against the boy or Jimmy or Jey, even though they had started off the wrong way. On the contrary… if she had to be honest, she liked them and a part of her felt comfort in having them all around making chaos, it was a sensation famil… no, she didn't want to say that word, not even think of it, but even though she had already established a bond with them, the rest always stayed there and she just couldn't stand it. She felt chained, controlled and debased.

- You need to give him a break. - Naomi scolded her in no uncertain terms, nodding convinced in front of her grimace that had folded her mouth as she smelled the pack scent on the umpteenth property along the road.

She liked Naomi, she had a strong temper, but she really didn't expect this from her. She'd seen her smack Jey for rushing on her when they still didn't know each other and now she was defending her mate-… Roman, after what he'd done?!

- He dragged me here.

- No, he carried you in his arms, he was worried. Jimmy told me about it. - she specified, pausing to take a sip of whatever she was drinking, her braids dangling over her shoulder.

He had what? But what did it matter then how he got her home? It was like rolling out a red carpet in front of a death row inmate. It was useless and didnt change the situation. He really didn't care about her, he hadn't cared because she means something to him, to him she was just an omega to take control of and keep healthy to churn out his legacy until she was so exhausted to be useless.

- Is this supposed to encourage me? - she asked flatly and Naomi held up a hand, physically trying to stop whatever unkind comment was going through her head.

- Look, I can't tell you what to do and I won't tell you that he's the best man in the world, but I've known him for a few years and this… what you’re doing… I'm not sure he deserves it without having had a chance. He still is your mate. – she reflected, while Y/N clenched her fists in her pockets.

It was easy to talk about possibilities when they were something you were given. The alphas had an infinite amount of opportunities open to them in that world, laws and rights established by others like them to protect them and guarantee them the better future. Betas were given the opportunity to choose their own future within certain limits, but no one blamed them if they had aspirations or deprived them of the freedom of their person. With the omegas instead... they were wandering mines, bombs ready to explode according to a natural calendar which reduced them to a mess without dignity and which anyone was ready to take advantage of. They had fictitious rights, they lived under laws made for them and the only freedom they really possessed was taken from them the moment they found their mate. It wasn't all hell sure, the world had evolved, there had been protests, reforms, things were seen differently, but for those really like her… there were no chances. She had nothing, not even a document to hold on to and they asked her to make an effort. She… did she have to force herself? Why would she after a lifetime of struggling to carry on? In exchange for what?

- Oh no sure. What Paul said? Yes, I should be more available – she nodded with a bitter smile, marching up the road that skirted the pack private land, inhaling heavily the smell of trees and trampled grass.

- He's not totally wrong. - Naomi echoed and Y/N nearly broke her neck turning to look at her.

Seriously? She understood that she was a beta, she had a different perspective on things, but she was still a woman. She couldn't support such idiocy.

- Willing to talk to him. - she specified almost reading her mind - Maybe if you heard what he has to say…

- I'm the alpha. You are my property. That's all he's told me since I met him. You're right, I really should let him talk… I'm curious to know what other pearl of alpha wisdom he has to reveal to me. Maybe the amount of puppies he wants to shoot in me or what checkups he has planned when he introduces me as his latest pet.

Her words poured out of her mouth like a raging river, her head throbbing and her blood pumping furiously through her veins. She had given him a chance the previous morning. Maybe she could have been more patient, but she really had and he'd come up with that nest bullshit to relieve her stress. As if pillows and soft blankets could calm someone down after wakes up in a bed in front of a complete stranger!

- He didn't tell anyone. - a voice cut in further back and both, she and Naomi, shifted their attention to Solo.

Standing few away, with an imperturbable look and the hood over his unkempt blond hair, he looked at her in silence, without the apparent intention of saying anything else and for a second Y/N had the doubt that it was not him who had speak.

- What? – she asked uncertainly, seeing him turn away with heavy breathing, as if it were hard for him to repeat.

- He ordered us not to tell anyone. He said that it doesn't concern the elders or anyone else.

Speechless, she watched him from the side of the road, the noise of the forest and the distant farm they had passed in her ears, her mind confused by lack of sleep and this news. Didn't he tell about her to anyone? Why, if he had been in such a hurry to register her like his mate? When events like the one between them happened, it was usually celebrated and inside packs it was announced before anyone else, to the elders. They were rare cases that became less and less frequent with the passing of the decades, real mates were now chimeras from movies or stories for kids. Roman on top of that had a shifting pack, the largest territory in the south in decades as far as she knew, it was something amazing that people would tell their grandchildren about and had he kept it under silence? Like a secret? To the only ones who had the slightest right to speak about him? Now that she actually thought about it… it was strange that nothing had happened yet after all those hours. He hadn't even tried to approach her last night and as hard she’d tried, she doubted it was her glares that kept him at his place.

She heard Naomi give her a knowing verse at that news and her belly turned over, urging her to compose herself as best she could.

Mate. Home. Good mate.

It all sounded really touching, but Y/N didn't trust it. She couldn't trust him, no matter what her she-wolf was trying to insinuate into her mind. There had to be a reason behind, something that concerned him as an alpha, not her, certainly not them.

- He just doesn't want me to make a fool of him.

She wasn't the good wifey he wanted to flaunt around. She didn't have the right qualifications and for someone like him it probably had to be a stain on the curriculum. He was just stalling trying to find a solution to the problem.

- You two have the same head, sis - Naomi complained, passing her with a sound that was a mixture of exasperation and disapproval, which she didn't bother to answer.

Same head, sure…

- He’s a good alpha. - Solo muttered again and Y/N gave him yet another tired look, while Naomi greeted who knows who on the other side of the street, starting to chat.

She wanted so badly to get mad at all those mindwashing attempts, she honestly felt like everyone and everything agreed to want to make her look like the wrong one, but she really couldn't do it... not with them. Solo then…

- Are yall his fanbase ? – she asked with a heavy breath, standing with him on the sidelines.

- We are a family. Blood before the rest and he provides to us. - he announced seriously and Y/N felt something inside her shatter at those words, prompting her to look at him with a shiver running down her spine.

Solo had to feel it, it often happened when an omega like her felt that kind of emotions without being able to control them. He looked back at her, suddenly attentive and Y/N forced herself to start walking again, her eyes fixed in front of her, on the dark strip of road they were walking towards who knows what. Blood of my blood, her father told often to her when she was a just a little girl. And she'd really believed it, for years, until she'd seen it all fall apart.

***

He had sent everyone ahead, getting out of the car before reaching the house. In silence he had walked along the edge of the reserve, following the paths marked by those who had come before him, rubbing his muzzle on the trunks and in the damp earth, looking for a relief that was not granted to him. He had spent hours in the woods, surrounded only by the noise of the forest and the sound of the river, pulsing under his paws and through the rocks to calm his nerves, but his body didn't want to hear about it and his mind kept banging on the same thought from when he left that morning.

Mate. Home. Mate. Mate.

He had the impression that he hadn't rested for years, that he had never been so exhausted in his life even after his worst fight. He had tried to distract himself in every way during that day, unloading tension in the gym, dedicating himself to family business, listening to the Wise man's advice and his cousins' discussions, he had even checked the new works for the visitors, but that thought hadn't gone away. It was an agony... and so in the end he was convinced to go back, crossing the last stretch on two legs, although in his head he only had the voice of his wolf. Now that he knew her scent, he could smell her from impossible distances and the urge to be close to her was even starting to hurt. He needed her.

Anyway he took a few more minutes in the house, jaw clenched and muscles tense, pulling on some clean clothes and exchanging a few words with the Wise man, who had already been there for a while before both he and Solo left him. The emptiness that hit him when they disappeared was a new, foreign sensation and with heavy breathing, he prepared himself for yet another awful evening, letting his wolf guide him where he knew to find her. Seeing her made his stomach crumple and a shock shot through his muscles, watching her from the door, hugging her jacket, her back sunk in the armchair and her eyes on the garden. She knew he was there, like he knew where to look for her, yet she didn't even turn to look at him.

Mate. Mate.

Mate…

- Why are you doing so? - he asked, his voice heavy with tiredness and frustration.

They hadn't slept in days, she refused even to touch food. They should have gotten along but instead they hardly spoke to each other. It shouldn't have been that way, that wasn't how it was written, the stories didn't talk about that, the laws weren't like that.

Y/N didn't even seem to hear him, she didn't move, she didn't sigh, her eyes wandering far away. And Roman had enough even before began, he wrinkled his nose and turned away, shushing his damned wolf who was howling at who knows who from a sickness that he was inflicting on himself. He was tired, unnerved and really didn't want to spend another night like the previous one.

- … I have no choice – he suddenly heard her speak as he started to leave and turned to look at her.

She was still in the same position, but she had spoken. His ears weren't wrong, and Roman dug a hole in her head with his gaze, his mind suddenly filled with hustle at what had happened and what she'd said.

- Maybe things didn't go as we expected... but you're the one who's continuing this thing.

He had fully realized that he had overplayed his hand a bit to be at the start. However, it must be said that she had done her worst and had continued to do even worse.

- Do you think I'm doing it to spite you? Because I enjoy it? - she finally turned to face him, the air slowly starting to get heavy, the smell of her changing.

- Oh, so you sorry? – he scolded her, rude, his shoulders stiff and his mood mounting.

Even if he'd got his timing wrong, he hadn't done anything that shouldn't be done. It was his right to claim her, it was his birthright, she was imprinted on his skin, the last missing piece in something he'd built his entire life spitting blood and breaking his bones. He wouldn't take the blame for something he didn't do just because she was stubbornly rejecting the state of the things, he didn't even understand what the fuck was the matter! He had tried to make up for it, he had been patient, careful as he hadn't been with anyone for decades, but she continued to be stubborn and build walls, even growled at him, taking advantage of his wolf's inability to pick on her! She didn't even have an idea of what she was risking, who she was facing and she took advantage of it!

And there she was, as planned, jumping on attention, but for some strange reason what hit him was not what he expected. There was anger, frustration, resentment, rejection, all feelings that both he and his wolf knew all too well, yet they didn't seem directed at him, at least not completely. Was she… hurt? Sad? Her body vibrated imperceptibly with tension and her eyes had flickered for a second as they scanned his figure before a bitter smile curled her lips.

- Do you know what it feels like to live your whole life with the prospect of a noose around your neck? With the eyes of everyone around you judging what you do, cause they expect you to explode at any moment? - he heard her ask calmly and a pang crossed his chest, his mind suddenly going back in time, his shoulders heavy.

Of course he knew. Y/N talked about something else, about his nature, but for Roman it wasn't much different. He had been the prototype of the perfect alpha all his life, with eyes everywhere watching his every choice, ears listening to his every opinion, tongues judging his every thought. He could never be wrong, because they had selected him for that, to carry the weight of all the bullshit and the lives of others and when he had made a misstep, they had held it against him without mercy or understanding. He had to provide, build, defend, he couldn't stop, he couldn't slow down and the truth was that his desires, the ones people blamed him for, only mattered when everything was going well. He felt pressure on himself constantly, from the time he opened his eyes to the time he closed them and that was also why he couldn't afford to be wrong with her. He wasn't allowed to screw up again if he was going to be his father's age and Y/N was the final piece to bulding his own legacy.

- Pathetic, isn't it? But they gave me no choice, my word isn't half as good as yours, I'm nothing but a problem to the people out there. They have an opinion about me without knowing me, they don't care what I like, what I would like, I have nothing but a label that I didn't choose and for that, for a few weeks of hell, they have the right to even take me off my name. You took that from me too. So no, I really don't enjoy being a bitch to get by an extra day or having to watch my own back all the time. But im not sorry.

Her voice had become just a whisper, broken without giving the impression of being outside. She was incredibly composed, unnaturally cold talking to him and Roman had felt his anger building inside him, not really knowing where to turn it.

Mate. Mine. Mine. Mate. Protect.

His wolf would have torn anyone to pieces if only had been in front of him, but he had no idea who had brought her to that point and a part of him, the one beyond natural instinct, was regretting the few days they had spent together since they met.

He didn't have a good opinion of omegas, they had raised him to think them everything that Y/N had thrown in his face. They were fickle, restless, and often caused more problems than their nature was capable of solving. The society had relegated them to the margins, devalued and controlled for very specific reasons and according to his personal experience, without making mistakes. But the freaks of nature he had stumbled upon, with their constant cravings, perennial weaknesses, empty and annoying opinions, had nothing to do with her. Y/N stood up to him, growled at him and as much as he didn't like to admit it, even kicked him, she wasn't weak. She belonged to him and he was really realizing it only now.

- Where is your family? Your pack. - he inquired, seeing her suddenly waver at that question and move her gaze back to the garden.

Her discomfort filled the air, hands gripping her jacket lightly, even though she hadn't even tried a second to lower her head. And Roman moved, slow, but with no intention of stopping, taking advantage of that breach in her walls to sit down with heavy breathing on the couch next to her.

He had never heard of an omega that knew how to shift that packs alone. Usually people stopped changing as kids and out there, in the last few years, they'd all sort of forgotten how to go back. Those who were still able usually had the support of a pack, benefited from a common memory and in this case, also from someone who protected them when necessary. They had met by chance, he knew for sure that she wasn't from those parts, but he had never thought that she was alone.

- Jey said you were on your way home. Is there anyone else? - he persisted, a hint of jealousy in his voice that there was someone out there who had taken his place before.

Y/N had to feel it and inhaled hard, glaring at him for a second, before pointing away from the terrace and shaking her head.

- I remember the place where I was born... there was a tree like that and the river, like here. - she just said and Roman rested his elbows on his knees, staring at the old oak that stretched its branches up to the house.

That oak…

- … a few years ago I almost killed my cousins down there. To have this, because that's the way things were supposed to be. - he remembered hoarsely after a long moment, his hands clenching until his knuckles whitened.

Y/N turned to look at him in silence, eyes digging into him and Roman forced himself to regain control, loosening his grip on himself, silencing the thoughts that threatened to fill his head as that day apparently not so distant. He couldn't be wrong then and he couldn't be wrong with her. There was no other chance for him.

Roman didn't know why he'd said that, probably some part of him had tried to reciprocate the goodwill she was showing for some strange reason. Maybe he'd been holding it in for too long and just waiting for the right moment to let it out… but he didn't like opening up like that. Showing your side when you had a role like his was the worst move to make, trust wasn't granted to him, it had to be earned and renewed, it was dangerous.

For an interminable moment they remained silent, motionless, the air tense again like the previous night, until Y/N got up slowly, wrapping her arms across her chest to keep her jacket on. Her hair fell over one shoulder and Roman looked at her from below, while she breathed with closed eyes the smell of the forest that slowly turned into a dark mass due to the night.

- I'm tired... you take the armchair. – she treated imperturbably, dropping the subject.

Roman eyed her in silence, from his position, in that jacket too big for her shoulders that he sincerely wanted to rip off her.

Mate. Good mate. Take care of us.

- For tonight – he conceded, seeing her give him a warning look, before turning on her heel and entering the house without complaints or growls.

A compromise. Maybe that was their compromise.

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The Void

Summary: The pack races to save a girl from her own father

Warnings: swearing, blood, guns

Word Count: 4.3k

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Episode Two: Part Two

y/n Pov

Stiles and I were reluctant to give away what we knew about where the twins had been hiding. We haven't really found out on purpose, it just sort of happened when we were driving around one day. We saw the twins' bikes outside Derek's apartment. And then we drove by on purpose… more than once. The bikes were always there.

Stiles slid open the door to the large and simple apartment. For the amount of people that love there and come in and out, you would think it would have more stuff in it. Lydia walked down the steps first, scanning the room when she got to the bottom.

“They said they would meet us here.” Stiles and I stepped down to both of her sides. We didn't even have a moment to react before two shadows reached out from behind the doors, barely visible.

“Jesus! Scott, are you okay?” I called out when I saw that they had rushed him, punching him square in the jaw. Before he had a change ro respond they threw him in our direction, stiles pulling me to the side before he hit the ground. There was nothing we could do but watch helplessly as they beat him. As cocky as the three of us can get- especially when put together- we know we could never match the strength of a werewolf. When Scott was thrown against a wall for a second time I reached out on impulse and grabbed Stiles' arm.

“Stiles.” I pleaded but he shook his head and winced as Scott got hit again and again.

“Stiles, please!” I said, begging him now, tugging on his arm. Still we did nothing.

Scott dropped to the ground, curled up on his side. There was blood dripping out of his mouth, sputtering in bubbles when he winced. He opened his mouth to let out a cough before speaking.

“I thought you guys were going to teach me how to roar.” he had to spit blood out of his mouth after speaking.

The twins were hovering over him, giving him a merciful break from the hits. “We are. You do it by giving in.” Ethan spoke and Aiden continued, “giving in and letting go. That's how deucalion taught us control.”

Lydia flinched as Ethan leaned down and grabbed the collar of Scotts shirt, hauling him upright with barely any effort. I tugged on Stiles’ arm again, and this time he spoke.

“Hey you know, it's funny. I've actually tried something like this on him before. Except I used a lacrosse ball and a heart monitor instead of… ya know, my fists.” he grimaced and shuffled on his feet. “But you're right, beating the living shit out of him is probably better.”

Scott shared a look with Stiles before turning his attention back to the twins. “That's actually the plan?” he asked, “you kick my ass?” the boys nodded before responding.

“You're afraid to turn. We're going to make you.”

I scoffed a little, “Sure yeah, seems like a great plan you've got going.”

They started to taunt Scott. Flashing their eyes at him and circling him like predators as he bent in half from the pain. I tried to step forward but was stopped by a hand on my arm.

“You’ll only make it worse.” Lydia said to me, holding herself with her other arm.

They were pushing him back and forth so quickly it was making me dizzy, throwing and pushing and taunting him, over and over and over again. Finally there was a light in Scott's eye. He swung. But just as quickly as he had recovered, they were on him again, two punches for every move he made. Scott was back on the ground with Aiden standing above him.

“You need to become the monster. Become the beast. Become everything you're afraid of!” Scott got to his knees and swung again but it was too slow, too sluggish. He was just pushed to the ground again.

“Stiles I don't know how much more of this he can take.” I said, turning to him, “he can't turn right now, he isn't healing like he should be.” Stiles looked at me and nodded. In the background Scott was on his knees on the floor, coughing blood in large drops.

“I know, I know.” Stiles said, chewing on a thumb. “Fight back Scott, come on.”

“What if I can't control it? What if I can't turn back?” Scott was staring at the floor, blood covering his mouth. He was shaking just with the effort of not fully collapsing to the floor. After the twins responded there was a moment of silence. Scott looked to the floor and took a deep breath before forcing himself to his feet. He wiped the blood off his mouth crudely before charging at the twins. I had to look away.

“Stiles, this has to stop!” I said into his shoulder. He was shielding me from it, trying not to let me look. But I could hear punch after punch after punch. The sound of the blood hitting the ground. Still holding my head to his shoulder, Stiles extended a hand and shouted to them.

“Enough!” he paused, looking over at Ethan. “You need to stop him!” Ethan walked over to his brother and grabbed his hand mid punch.

“What? I thought we were helping him.” his brother paused.

“You help too much.” there was an unspoken message in his eyes, a conversation between the two of them that the rest of us were not privy to. But I didn't care. All I cared about was that this was over. It was done. And none of us were any better for it.

Stiles, Lydia and I slowly approached the table where Scott was laying on his back, still covered in blood. He turned his head to the side and spit out a glob of blood. Stiles nearly puked. I continued walking until I was at his head, slowly taking a hand and placing it under his skull.

“Scott?” I asked quietly. His eyes were open but not looking at me. “Scott, are you okay? Can you hear me?” he nodded slightly. “Okay, good.” I looked over my shoulder at Stiles who was leaning against a wooden post with his hands over his face. Lydia was still standing beside me. “Hey Lydia?” She stepped closer and I turned my head to look at her. “Would you mind standing right where I am for a minute? Just keep your hand right here-” I placed hers over mine behind Scott's head, “and don't move for a minute, okay?” I slipped my hand out from under her's and waited for her to shift positions.

I gently removed Stile's hands from his face. His eyes were a little bloodshot. “ We need to get him to the jeep, and I need to assess him a little.” Stiles nodded. “I'm worried he might have a concussion, I really don't know how fast he's healing right now.” Stiles nodded again and I placed my hands on his arms.

“Was that a really dumb thing that I just had him do?” he asked me, glancing over my shoulder to Scott and the twins at the far end of the room.

“You were just trying to help, Stiles. He’ll be just fine.”

“And Malia?” he said, eyes widening, “what if he can't do it? What if he can't turn her back?”

“Then we will figure something else out, find someone else to do it.” I rubbed both of his arms as he heaved a sigh.

“Come on, it's late and we need to drive him home.” Stiles nodded.

“He’ll be fine, right?”

“Yeah” I sighed “we’ll all be fine.”

~~~~~~

y/n POV

Eventually with the help of the twins we managed to get Scott into the jeep. At first we insisted we didn't need or want their help, but logistically we just couldn't make it work. After I cleaned the blood off and made sure he wasn't about to pass out we all decided that he was probably healing fast enough for it to be fine. I still insisted we drive him home.

Stiles and I drove back to his place in silence. We were both so tired. And yet somehow I couldn't imagine sleeping. When we pulled in his dad was sitting on the couch, badge and gun on the table in front of him, some old cop show on the TV. He barely looked up as we walked in the door.

“Hey kids.”

“Hey dad,” Stiles said quietly, heading right for the stairs.

“Woah, woah woah. Hang on a second” Stiles sighed and swung back down, throwing himself into a recliner by the couch. I perched myself on the arm and leaned my head against his shoulder.

“Where were you two all day? I thought I would have seen you hours ago.”

Stiles and I shared a glance before he responded. “Oh just, uh, trying to figure things out for Malia, you know.”

“Malia the coyote?”

“Werecoyote. But yeah, her.” The sheriff sighed and finally turned his head. “Hang on. Why do you-” he pointed at me, “have blood all over your sleeves?”

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his forehead. I didn't even know I had gotten blood on me.

“Dad listen-”

“No no no, don't ‘listen’ me. If something happened you've got to tell me, it's the only way I can help!” He got up from his chair and squatted in front of the both of us. “Now, I know you've been tired and there are some not so normal things going on right now but-” he placed a hand on his son's knee, “you can tell me anything, both of you.”

“I know, dad. I know. We were trying something out, something we thought would help Scott. It didn't help him, he got a little hurt. Just a few scratches I swear, he'll be fine by morning.” The sheriff then turned his gaze to me.

“Is he telling me the truth?”

“As much of it as usual.” I replied.

The sheriff sighed again and rubbed his head, but moved back over the couch and sat down. “Alright then, good enough for me.”

Stiles and I got up and he took my hand as he led me up the stairs. Before we got to the top we heard his dad call out from downstairs.

“Get some sleep tonight. And no funny business.”

Stiles and I laughed, sharing a look before heading into his room. We went about our usual routine, closing the blinds, brushing our teeth. When I slid beneath the blue and white comforter a breath released from me. I spread out for a moment, taking up every inch of the bed before Stiles stepped in the room. He sat on the edge and pulled off his shirt and sweatpants.

“Move over, starfish.” I rolled my eyes, but moved to the side so he could get in. I was only on the other side for a moment before he reached over and grabbed the hem of my shorts, dragging me by the waistband to his side.

I nestled into him, resting my head on his warm chest and throwing my leg between his. He brushed a soft kiss to my head, running his hand in circles over my back. We stayed like that for a minute, just feeling each other until he stopped the movement on my back.

“What?” I looked up at him as he asked me.

“What do you mean, what?” I asked.

“Somethings wrong I can feel it. You're not falling asleep and your shoulders are all tense like you're thinking about something that's bothering you.”

I hadn't even known I was doing that. “I don't know. I mean- I just-” I huffed and continued, “there’s a girl in there, Stiles. A young girl who got trapped in that body. Not only do we have no idea what she's going to be like if we get her out, but we don't even know if we can get her out.” I moved my head to look at him. “What happens if we fail? I can't be the cause of some poor girl's death.”

Stiles looked at me for a minute, thinking. He resumed the movements on my back just as he opened his mouth to speak. “First of all, even if we fail, that doesn't mean she dies. And even if she died that in no way means it was your fault”

“I-” he cut me off before I could start

“Nope, you can't argue this one. None of this is our fault. We didn't ask for this, and we are only trying to help.” he moved his hand to my hip and squeezed. “We are going to figure this out, y/n/n. We are going to make it work.” I didn't respond

“So we make it work. Then what? What about you, what about Scott and Allison?”

“We find Derek, we find a way to close the door. One step at a time okay?”

I relented. Mostly from pure exhaustion.

“Hey.”

“What?” I whispered back

“I love you.” He smiled sleepily at me and I returned it quickly.

“I love you too mischief”

~~~~~~~

Stiles POV

I don't remember if I slept. I never seem to these days anyway. When I finally decided it was morning I let y/n sleep for another hour while I lay there, head twisting around itself. If something goes wrong today, if one of us doesn't do our part, a girl could end up dead.

I lightly shook y/n awake. She mumbled incoherently and nuzzled further into my chest.

“Hey.” I whispered, moving the hair out of her face.

“No thanks” she whispered back.

I laughed and turned over, leaving her alone in the center of the bed as I slipped out on the other side. She groaned for a little while but eventually sat up, the night shirt I gave her riding up over her stomach.

“Is it really time to go already?”

I nodded, throwing on a shirt from my chair. “We want to get out there early, before the joggers go out. If he actually put traps around someone could get hurt.”

She siged and rubbed her brows, “we could get hurt”

“Yeah, we could”

She got out of bed anyways.

Our plan was to all meet up in the middle of the trail behind the highschool. We were hoping that as early as it was there wouldn't be any joggers on the path just yet. The sun was barely up. Scott, Issac, Allison, and Lydia had already made it to the halfway point when we arrived at the parking spot. The dew was still fresh, goosebumps raising on my skin as we started to walk.

“Took you long enough.” Issac called out when we got into sight.

“Someone was a little hard to get out of bed.” I said, rolling my eyes in his direction. y/n took a long swig out of the coffee mug in her hand and shrugged.

“I still think this is a bad idea.”

Allison was standing quietly beside Issac, chewing on her cheek. Lydia and y/n had a silent conversation with their eyes before walking over to her, each girl standing at her opposite shoulder. Lydia looked around and shook her head slightly.

“Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?”

Scott turned to her in seconds. “We are trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter.”

“Actually, we are trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote. Who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change-”

“Do you ever think before speaking?” y/n gave him a stare I did not envy. He stopped talking in the middle of his sentence.

“Did you bring it?” Scott asked Allison. She had stopped chewing on her cheek, the girls at her sides steading her. Allison reached put a hand behind Lydia to open her trunk, pulling the rifle out smoothly. I flinched a little. The girl still kind of scares me. She finally put the gun down at her side, still too close for my comfort.

After Allison pulled out the rifle form her trunk we all split off into groups to look for the coyote as well as the traps set by her father. y/n and I were sent on the walking path, doing a full circle as far as we could until either we find her, or someone else does. It would have been a nice romantic walk if it weren't for the whole, ‘looking for a murderous creature’ thing going on.

We had only been walking for a few minutes when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I was still so on edge that it made me jump and look around before I realized what it was.

“It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about that doll?” I asked my dad over the phone, speaking loud enough that y/n could piece together the information.

“I don't know, but listen to me, there are traps all over those woods. Near the trails, probably near the crash, and Tate is out there with a rifle. I want you to stay out of those woods you got that?”

I stopped fidgeting and looked up from the dirt beneath my feet.

“Stiles?” my dad and y/n asked at the same time. I locked eyes with y/n/n as I responded to him. Everything came together all at once. The crash site, the clothes, her father. The doll. That goddamn doll.

“Its the doll.”

“Stiles?” they both asked again. I hung up the phone, staring at y/n who had taken another step close to me when I stopped responding. I tried to explain to her what I meant, about it being the doll, but we both quickly realized that I actually hadn't put it together as well as I had thought. I kneeled down on the ground to think while she paced back and forth behind me.

“All right, but why would it go all the way to the school, and then all the way back to the house just for a doll.” I paused shaking my head. “One that was in the crash to begin with. We didn't even find it in the den.”

“So she likes the doll, what do you mean?” she asked me. I didn't really have an answer.

“Yeah, she likes the doll a lot.”

y/n paused her pacing, stopping directly behind me. I twisted around to look at her.

“What kind of doll was it?”

“Its a- I don't know- its a doll, you know? Creepy looking, dead soulless eyes?” she sighed behind me. “Actually I took a pic.” I got up to show it to her. She looked at it for a minute, pointing at Malia and then tracing her finger back to the girl beside her. The girl holding the doll.

“Stiles, she's not holding the doll. Her sister is.”

“I know what she's doing. I know where she’s going.”

~~~~~~~~~~

y/n POV

Stiles didnt take the time to explain to me what he was thinking before he picked up his phone again and dialled a number. I resumed by pacing nervously behind him, chewing on my fingernails as I tried to over hear both sides of his conversation.

“Scott, its me, you need to call me back as soon as you can. It wasnt Malia’s doll, it was her sisters,”

I stopped paying attention as he began to walk quickly down the path. I followed behind him, trying to keep up the pace with the coffee in my hand. I didn't even notice the metal in the ground in front of me until it was too late.

“The car wreck, she's headed to the car wreck.”

There was a terrible sound as the metal under my foot groaned. I finally looked down, my heart jumping into my throat. “Stiles?” I called out, my voice shaking.

“yeah” he shoved his phone back into his pocket as he turned around.

I was holding my breath, staring down at the tap that mercifully hadn't snapped shut on my leg. I watched as his eyes dragged down to where I was looking, finally seeing the glint by my foot. He rushed forward as I started to panic.

“Stiles!” I wanted to step off. I wanted to jump and run and get out of here. He threw out a hand as he rushed over to me.

“y/n do not move.”

He was standing right in front of me now, his shoes almost brushing the edge of the trap. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I needed to calm down. I needed to get myself out of this.

“Look for a warning label.”

Stiles shook his head at me, confused. “A warning label? Why would they have a warning label on this thing?”

“Because animals can't read.” I said, closing my eyes again to calm myself.

Stiles got down on the ground, holding my calf with one hand and placing the other beside the trap on the ground. He was whispering to himself as he searched until finally he found it. He stared and stared at the one spot of color until he finally looked up at me.

“y/n/n we've got a problem.” The sweat dripped down his brow. “I can’t read either.”

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y/n POV

My breath was shaking. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Okay. that's okay.” Stiles sat back on his heels, rubbing his face in his hands.

“Okay? What do you mean okay? Nothing about this is okay!” I held out my hand for him to grab.

“Stiles, you need to breathe. We can figure this out.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting go of my hand to kneel back down on the ground. “You don't need the instructions. When is the last time you ever used instructions, right? You don't need them because you are too smart to waste your time with that. So you can figure it out. Just figure it out.”

He didn't look at me as he wiped the sweat off of his face. I continued to breathe as slow as I could with my eyes closed. I could hear his ruffling the leaves around the trap, running his hands along all it's edges until he stopped.

“Okay. okay, here we go” My eyes flew open. He was still kneeling on the ground, his hand on something that looked like a little wheel. “You ready?”

I nodded. “I trust you.”

“Okay. here we go.”

In seconds I was off the trap, being pulled into his arms and away from the metal. A gasp made its way out of my lips as I realized I was still fully intact. Stiles arms were wrapped around me, my hands clutching the edge of his sweatshirt. I pressed the side of my cheek against his as we both stared at the now shut trap. Breathing heavily we turned and looked at each other.

“Lets not do that again, huh?” He said, holding the back of my head. I nodded, mumbling as I dropped my head to his chest. There was a sudden rumbling in the woods. The trees shifted and shook, the air seemed to hum. Until all of a sudden a sound reached us. A howl. Scott.

Stiles looked at me, smiling. “Now that's what i'm talking about.”

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Stiles POV

Not too long after Scott's call we made it out of the woods. I made y/n jump on my back as we walked. She made fun of me and joked about being heavy, but there was simply no way in hell I was letting her feet touch the ground after all of that. If someones getting their leg stuck in a trap again, it'll be me. At least she could read the warning label.

We found Scott and the rest of the pack by the cars in the middle of the woods. My dads cruiser was there too, off to the side. No other police cars were there. I could faintly see him over at the back, grabbing his extra jacket and draping it around a girl.

I stopped at stared at y/n. A girl. “It worked.”

“Oh my god it worked.” she said back. She flung herself back into my arms and gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek. The rest of the pack made their way over to us. Issac's legs were covered in blood, but other than that we were all relatively unscathed.

“You got her back.” I said to Scott, bumping him on the shoulder. He didn't say anything but just nodded, staring off into the woods behind the police cruiser. y/n, Lydia, and Allison had walked a little ways away, alternating between giggles of joy and raised eyebrows from what I can only assume is the trading of stories from our time in the woods. I walked over to my car, waving a hand at my dad who gave me a smile and a nod. We would be talking about this later I'm sure, but for now, we are alive and so is that girl. A girl who can go home to her father thanks to us.

y/n stepped into the passenger seat just a few minutes later, leaning her head back against the leather seat and closing her eyes. I looked out the window for a moment, watching everyone else get in their cars and leave. Finally, once everyone else had gone I put the car into reverse. And then I sopped. I sighed and shook my head.

“What?” y/n opened her eyes to look at me with confusion all over her face- as well as some dirt.

“Of course now i can fucking read.”

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