#snowfall imagine

[spookywaffledio]

not too fond of nightwings

#wings of fire #wings of fire fanart #wof #snowfall wof #lynx wof #moon wof #my art #fanart #tw kys joke #SNOWFALL IS SO FUNNY #IM LITERALLY OBSESSED W HER i love her dynamic w lynx #i made snowfall a bit Thicker because i imagined glacier to be a strong and thick fella #i cant wait to finish this mf book #sui mention

[megamindsecretlair]

A Hold On You

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving), spanking, some dirty talk, all consensual. Daddy kink and breeding kink. Fluffy smut. Established relationship.

Summary: Taking place between season 4 and season 5, Franklin toys with the idea of legacy and keeping the people he loves in his life. On date night, he hits you with a proposition.

Word Count: 3,039k

Part 2

A/N: Hello brainrot, my old friend. Whew, it pays to be feral ASF for Damson. That man is lethal. I don't even want kids and I want his babies. I'm sorry if this triggers some! Please, please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I can't get better if I don't get feedback!

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“Have my baby,” Franklin said. 

Your head whipped to the side so fast that you almost got whiplash. An ache pulsed in your neck and you rubbed it as you stared at Franklin. You sat on the floor, on a blanket, with a light dinner spread out between you and Franklin. 

Moonlight poured into the living room, illuminating the space and lighting up Franklin’s gorgeous face. You expected him to start laughing or look away from you. To break the tension somehow. 

Instead, he gave you an unreadable look. He retreated behind whatever invisible wall there was in his mind. He had one leg down and one leg up, his arm resting on his knee, and his hands clasped in front of him. He was a study in patience as he stared you down. 

“You’re not serious,” you said.

“As a heartache,” he said. 

You lowered the finger sandwich from your lips and finished chewing. You continued to stare at Franklin. Were you sleeping? Did you pass out and imagined having dinner with Franklin? 

You put the sandwich on the plate and brushed your hands over the plate for stray crumbs. You looked away from him. Your stomach bubbled. Your hands began to shake. 

“The type of business you’re in doesn’t scream safe for kids,” you said. You tried to be delicate, but the neighborhood was still buzzing about little Tianna. 

Franklin nodded. “I understand, but that’s different. I can protect us,” he said and finally cracked his mask. He smiled briefly. 

“Franklin,” you said and shook your head. “There would be no hiding that. What the hell would I do? Become a housewife, lamp up, and get fat?” You asked.

You shuddered and thought about that scenario. You’d certainly enjoy the sex, but you couldn’t imagine spitting kids out like that. 

Franklin laughed. “Naw, but a home office could be arranged. Bodyguard for when you go out,” he said.

“A bodyguard? That’s romantic,” you said and rolled your eyes. 

“Have my baby,” he said. He pushed plates out of your way and got to his knees. He crawled closer, giving you wide puppy eyes. Kneeling, he was still way taller than you. He leaned in and kissed you. 

He leaned back with a satisfied hum. He kissed your jaw and then your cheek. He returned to your lips and hovered. When he licked his lips, you felt it. When he breathed through his mouth, the air swept over your wet lips. He was just shy of kissing you and you leaned in to close the gap but he leaned back at the same time. 

“Just say yes,” he said. 

“But then I’d be fat and gross,” you said. 

Franklin smiled against your lips. You had closed your eyes when he started kissing you, so you opened them now. He must have sensed it, because he opened his eyes at the same time. 

“Impossible. You’d be even more gorgeous,” he said. 

“I’d whine and complain about everything,” you continued.

Light danced in Franklin’s eyes. He licked his lips and his tongue swept your lips. 

“I’d love to hear your sexy voice,” he said. He finally pressed his lips against yours. He hummed, pressing closer. You sighed against him. He took the opportunity to lick his way into your mouth. 

You moaned softly, already feeling so needy for him. Your toes flexed as you kissed, loving the feeling of him being so close. You rubbed your hands up and down his strong arms. His hands cupped your face. He held you in place, exactly as you were. 

“I’d crave weird things and demand them at 2am,” you said, when you broke apart just far enough to gasp. 

“Shit, I like drivin’ at night,” he said. 

You giggled and shook your head.  “You’re crazy. Who gon’ get up at all hours of the night feeding it?” You asked. 

Franklin began to kiss your neck, murmuring in between pecks. “We’ll both do it, so we’ll both be miserable,” he said.

You pushed him and sucked your teeth. He laughed and rocked back. He brought his lips back to your neck. “I’ll let you get all the beauty rest you deserve after delivering my baby,” he said. 

Your pussy clenched and you huffed. This couldn’t actually be turning you on, right? And yet, looking at him, you didn’t have a doubt in your mind. You would happily have his kids. You would love little sons that looked like mini versions of him. They’d keep their heads held high because that’s how much awe Franklin inspired. 

You’d be so grateful to have his daughters, that looked like a mix between you. And they’d all have his brain. Franklin was easily the smartest man you’d ever met. It scared you sometimes. You felt like he was born in the wrong era. He belonged in the future with more people to appreciate his intellect. 

Franklin hummed his appreciation down your neck and across your exposed chest. The dress you wore had a deeper neckline than what you usually wore and Franklin took advantage. His right hand massaged the back of your neck. His left hand pushed more plates out of your way. There was a tray at the top of the blanket to hold your drinks. 

When the blanket was clear, Franklin pushed you onto your back. Between the carpet and the thick blanket, this position was surprisingly comfortable. 

Franklin settled to the side of you. He threw his right leg over yours, his thick erection settling against your hips.  You gasped and Franklin smiled against your skin. He leaned on his left hand while he took his time undoing the buttons of your dress. 

The purple checkered dress complimented your skin tone well. He undid the few, big black buttons. Each one gave way and freed your aching breasts. Your nipples were perking up and rubbed against your bra. 

As he revealed more of you with the buttons, he kissed each inch of space. “You’d look so fuckin’ beautiful full of the seed I gave you,” he said. 

You shivered and looked at him. His head moved over your body. His beautiful lips felt like heaven against your skin. 

Franklin reached the bottom-most button that ended up just above your navel. This, too, he paid attention to. Your hands dug into his little fro as he swirled his tongue around your tummy. 

Your breathing increased as your eyes started to roll. “Oh, fuck,” you said. 

His right hand grabbed the hem of your dress but he didn’t move it further. Your eyes snapped open to look at him and his eyes were closed tightly. He opened them slowly. 

“I’d love to watch this sexy ass body change, knowing you’re carrying my baby,” he said. 

Your arousal began to leak out of you. You moaned at the sensation. He leaned down and kissed your tummy again. “Watch this stomach get bigger and bigger,” he continued. 

He trailed his finger up your body and played with the strip of fabric in between your bra cups. He kissed the top of your right titty. Then he sucked your nipple into his mouth through your bra. 

You hissed and you jerked, your thigh spasming randomly. Your hands ran over his shoulders as he continued. “Hm, and these titties would get bigger for sho,” he said. 

His hand returned to the hem of your dress and pushed it up. His hand found the core of you and palmed you. You gasped, your breath dragging over your throat. 

He thumb stroked you from over your panties and you groaned. “Please, please, I need more,” you said. 

“Let me cum in that pussy then,” he said. 

You hiccuped as you laughed, not able to gather that much air. This was so dangerous. And yet…

You found yourself opening your legs wider, giving him more space. His thumb reached under your panties and he pressed down, rubbing against your pussy. He pushed into your entrance and you moaned, throwing your head against the floor. 

Franklin put his lips next to your ear. “Let me fill you up. And keep fillin’ you up,” he said. 

“Oh fuck,” you cried. The thought of being filled up by him had you rolling your hips. You needed him higher. On that needy little nub that always gave you away. Franklin could smile at you and your clit would throb. He could walk into the room and flood your panties within a second. It ought to be illegal having this type of visceral reaction to him. It was lethal. 

If Franklin ever figured it out, you’d never be safe from him. He’d have you to agree to steal the torch from the Colosseum. There was nothing he couldn’t do to your body that you weren’t already begging for.

“Are you sure? You’d be stuck with me,” you said. It was a last ditch effort. What if you really did turn up pregnant and he ended up resenting that fact? You knew without a doubt that Franklin would make an amazing father. You just weren’t so sure that he wouldn’t hate your guts after.

It was a stupid fear. Franklin had never given you reason to believe that he wasn’t into you. But after everything he had been through the past few months, you wondered if he wasn’t rushing into this. 

“I know…I know that it was hard feeling like everyone leaves. But I won’t leave,” you promised. 

Franklin brought his head up to look into your eyes. He kept up those delicious circles on your clit. Your body pulsed with tension and relief. Your thighs shook violently. He kissed you, his lips remaining on yours for longer than a few seconds.

“I know. I promise, this isn’t anything other than wanting you. Loving you. Leaving a mark behind so you’ll remember me forever,” he said. 

He moved his hand faster and little desperate cries began to leave you. Pressure built and built until you exploded, coming undone under his expert fingers. He whispered things into your ear; nasty things about what he wanted to do to you. How sometimes he wanted to drive you wild with his dick from sun up to sun down. 

How he wanted to devour you, lick and suck his way to hearing you screaming his name. As you convulsed beneath him, he kissed your chest, sucking your nipple back into his mouth through the bra.

“There’s no way I’d forget you, Franklin,” you said. 

“I know,” he said. He pulled his hand away from your clit and painted your lips with your juices. “Suck.”

You began to suckle his thumb, sucking all of your arousal off of his thumb. You moaned around the taste of yourself on his big hand. You clung to his wrist as you suckled harder. 

“See you do shit like that and it...” he made a strangled noise. “I want to just use you.” 

You bit your lip and closed your legs, seeking relief from the inferno roaring inside of you. That orgasm wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough. 

You leaned up on your elbows and looked at his face. The moonlight played across his features like a delicate lightshow. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to do with me,” you said. 

Franklin took a long, deep breath and blew the air out of his mouth. “Don’t fuck with me,” he warned. His voice grew deeper, the low tones dancing along the back of your head. 

“Whatever. You. Fuckin’. Want,” you said. Each word was punctuated with a kiss. Franklin growled and leaned back on his knees. 

He grabbed your waist and flipped you over. You landed on your stomach with a soft, “Oof.” Franklin pulled the sides of your dress down and off of your arms. He released the clasp of your bra and pulled that off as well. 

Air hit your wet nipple making it pebble. It rubbed against the blanket and you moaned. He pulled your hips up until you were on your knees. He pushed up your dress, exposing your ass. He grabbed both globes of your ass and squeezed.

The mounting pressure made you cry out. “Oh, spank it, Daddy,” you said. 

Franklin obliged, spanking your ass. The smack bounced off the walls. Red, hot fire bloomed on your left ass cheek. You bit your lip and dipped over further, arching your back. 

Franklin pushed your panties to the side. Arousal escaped you. Franklin gathered it up with the tip of his dick. He moaned at how wet your pussy was. He faced no resistance as he slipped inside.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned together. Your shriek ended on a whine as he slid in and out with ease. Your hands clenched and unclenched the blanket, looking for any type of crutch or anchor. Something to weigh you down when your body so desperately wanted to float away. 

You reached the pinnacle of bliss. Franklin worked his hips slow at first, letting you attempt to get used to him. But he started to jerk, his hold more bruising, his fingers pulling you onto him.

You matched his strokes, throwing your ass back on him. Your thighs slapped together loudly and lewdly. He smacked your ass a few more times and groaned when you clenched around his dick. 

“Fuck, I’m gon’ cum in this pussy. You gon’ carry my baby,” he said. Each promise was a hard jerk, pulling you onto him so completely that he bottomed out. His dick continued to spear inside of you, touching a primal part of you.

“Oh right there, right there, Franklin,” you moaned and chanted. Your belly tightened and tightened, curling into a little, tiny ball. 

“Fuck me,” he moaned as he rammed into you. He rutted into you. Driving you down onto his dick like he wanted to carve his name inside of your pussy. As if he could brand himself there. Sear himself and leave such an impression behind. As if by sheer force of will, he could mold your pussy around his dick. 

“Oh, cum in me, Daddy,” you moaned. “Give it to me.” 

“Take this baby,” he chanted. It was both a promise and a determination. He spoke it into the universe. Writing your fates among the stars and daring to be denied.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cried. That tight ball of pressure finally unraveled, turning you into a limp noodle as your orgasm ripped through you. It pulled you apart, one stitch at a time. Pleasure rippled throughout your body and you cried out, the blanket muffling some of it. 

Franklin could barely keep his hands on you as he unloaded into you. His spurts of cum were hot, scalding, painting your insides with the essence of him. “Shit,” he groaned as he dumped his load inside of you. 

You both panted as you came down, your breaths mingling as you both tried to return to your bodies. Franklin pulled you up and on your side. You groaned as he slipped out of you. There was a squelching that you felt and heard and you moaned again. He laid down behind you, molding his body against yours.

You felt his dick slide wetly into the crook of your ass. Franklin absently kissed your neck. He raised your left leg and brought it to rest across his long legs. 

“Get these wet for me,” he said. He brought his fingers to your mouth. You suckled and drooled on his fingers. He then brought his wet fingers to your clit and played with you. You jerked and moaned, trying to escape.

He moved his right arm under your neck and pulled you against him. His biceps flexed against your neck and you made unholy, guttural noises. His left hand continued to please you, pushing you past the point of arousal. 

Your senses were full of him. The way he smelled right now, the sound of his breaths in your ear. “Where you think you goin’?” He asked. The sight of his thick arm around your neck, the way his dangling fingers pulled at your nipples. 

His fingers dipped into your entrance and massaged your spongy walls. “Naw, hold that shit in for me,” he said. 

He massaged his cum back into you, pushing it higher and higher. You felt so stuffed and full that despite cumming so many times close together, your body reacted just as hungrily. Gobbling up his fingers and his cum. 

“Franklin,” you called out, tears running down your cheeks. He had to feel them. His shoulder was beneath your head. The tears ran down and to the side, splashing onto him. He kissed and licked your ear. 

“I know, I know, baby,” he whispered. 

You twitched and gyrated on the floor, robbed of seeing his face. Your hands searched the blanket for purchase. You felt his dick twitch against your ass. 

“Oh, no,” you groaned before another orgasm left you shaking. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your mumbled speech was incoherent as pleasure made you growl like an animal. But fuck, you felt so fucking good that you couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. Your limbs moved of their own accord. 

“No more,” you gasped out. Fuck, you couldn’t take another one. Not right now. You were far too sensitive, jerking at every new touch and slide of his fingers. Franklin stilled his fingers, tugged on your nipple and kissed your neck. 

“That’s my girl,” he whispered. He brought his left hand up to rub your belly as if he could already imagine it swollen and stiff with his son or daughter. He pressed on your tummy, massaging it. 

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he said. 

You were too tired to give him a proper response. You kissed his arm and he moved until you pressed into his chest. He wrapped his arm completely over your middle. “I’ll protect us, babe. Come whatever tries to get between us. I’ll do everything in my power to keep us safe.”

Somehow, you completely believed him. You laid there and talked with him about everything you could think of. You both passed out somewhere around the moonlight disappearing and the sunlight returning.

You know you need more in your life: The Secret Franklin Saint Files

There is now a Part 2!

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[frank1nsaint]

Franklin Part 3

Warnings: Use of curse words and N-word

“Why you been dodging me?” Franklin asks you as soon as you open the door to your house 

You step out “I have no idea what you’re talking about” 

“Oh so those pages and calls to your phone?” he points towards the inside of your house “They didn't happen?” 

You shrug “I don't know maybe you dialed the wrong number” you had no plan to explain to him why you hoped he would just take the hint and let you be, it had been 3 weeks since your first date

He throws his hands up “Come on Y/N what happened? We were just good not too long ago I was gonna take you on another date’n shit” 

“I don’t think we would be good for each other Franklin” 

“Why you say that? we just talked about you not sabotaging” he points between both of you “this” 

“Im not” 

He leans in “You are” he argues 

“Franklin we aren’t good for each other just accept that” you state matter of factly before you turn to go in

He grabs your arm gently “Nah you owe me an explanation” 

“I don’t!” you answer defiantly snatching your arm away

“Yes the fuck you do. I’m puttin’ my best foot forward and you fuckin’ it up on purpose cuz of what? you fucking scared of the shit I do? Aint nobody gon touch you Y/N they dont touch Wanda  and her dope head ass what make you think they gon fuck withchu?”

You sigh “Franklin” 

“Nah fuck that Y/N” 

“You really wanna know?”

He nods “Yes I do, enlighten me” 

You pause “I can’t trust you Franklin”  

His face holds a confused look “What are you even...?” 

“After our date, some of your henchmen came up to me. Guess what they said to me?”

Franklin held his breath he feels his heart beat start to increase. You start to mock the mannerisms and voice of the men “shit I heard you and my boy Saint had a date last night” He shrugs “So i told them we went on a date big deal”  praying that's where the story ends 

You continue “Men I lost my $200 and my boy came up on a smooth couple grand” you pause and look at him “ha-ha my man Saint he a G tho” you return to a normal voice “then he proceeds to tell me that there was a bet between you and your fucking crew, you got two grand if i actually went on a date with you?” you scoff “if you were that hard up for money Saint all you had to do was ask I could have given you that and we wouldn’t be having this conversation” 

“Y/N let me explain” this was not as it seemed 

“Not even 24 hours passed after our date and I’m hearing you went rounding up your niggas so they could pay you!" you paused "And OH! if I fucked you it would have been an additional $3000”  you say sarcastically

“Y/N” he calls

You start mocking another guy “My girl Y/N, my sunshiiinneee yo yo yo shit if i had known all i had to do was ask you all proper and shit you would be my girl now. May I take you to dinner Y/N, miss congeniality” you tilt your head “they said you looked pretty in that green dress last night wish it was me instead of that nigga!” 

“Who approached you?” he asked with a deep scowl on his face.  

“I’ll give you that Saint. You played me good. You played a good game” you begin to walk away 

“Hold up, hold up, hold up,  who came up to you?” He asked again You return his mug “I’m not telling you Franklin! It doesn’t matter anyway you up 1 grand right?” 

“Y/N listen I will explain later but who told you that? They are a liability to my shit!” 

You shrug “what that got to do with me?” 

“Tell me their fuckin’ names Y/N!” he demands

You sigh “you betted on me” 

“Y/N” 

In a soft tone you say “$2000 for the date, additional $3000 if we fucked, had people follow us, Big Saint, The Man, The Myth, The Legend show you lil niggas how its done” you pause “right?...... Saint?” 

He looks up and runs his hand down his face feeling like his heart was going to explode word for word you quote what he had that night (“show you lil niggas how its done”) “Y/N please just tell me who told you that and I will explain everything” he begs 

“If you wanted the money all you had to do was ask Franklin” 

“Y/N, I don’t care about the money” “But you still made sure to collect, right?” you pause “Then you got the nerve to get annoyed at the fact that I was sabotaging the date!”  you scoff in disbelief and begin to walk into your house 

Franklin grabs your arm “Y/N listen!”

“Don’t Franklin!”  you warn removing yourself from his grip 

He blocks the door with his body “Y/N This aint a fucking game who approached you?! I need to know!” 

You shook your head, you look him in the eye “I’m not gonna tell you Saint” 

He tilted his head and pauses with an offended tone he says “Don’t call me that, I'm not Saint to you it’s either Franklin or any other fucking thing else but I’m not Saint to you!” 

You go to say something else but decide not “Fucking Asshole!” you mutter looking down at your sweater pulling small knots that had formed

He released a deep sigh “Fine I’ll take that but you need to tell me who approached you.” he moves his head trying to get you to look up at him. You remain silent. “Tell me Y/N” 

You shake your head “I’m not gonna tell you Franklin”

“WHY?!” he pauses to gather himself “You know how serious this shit is?” “SO YOU CAN GO KILL THEM?!” “OH MY GOD AINT NOBODY THINKIN’ ABOUT KILLING THEM NIGGAS!” he looks around  and moves closer to you  “keep your fucking voice down!” he whispers harshly You scoff “It’s all good Saint” Almost immediately he sizes you up and with gritted teeth he says “What the fuck did I just say?”  

You feel shiver run down, it shocked you so much that you instinctively jump move away slightly, but you hold your ground still glaring at him before you step away and snicker and nod a few of times with tears in your eyes 

With instant regrets he breaks his stance and takes a step back to show that his anger isn't’ aimed at you. “Just tell me” he says in a significantly softer tone 

“I’m not gonna tell you Franklin, I don’t want their deaths on me because you decided to be an asshole all over $5000?” 

He steps towards “Y/N please”

You step away with your hand up “It’s all good Franklin, I hope you put that $1000 to good use” a tear drops from your eyes “Y/N” “No hard feelings really Franklin, but you know this can’t work ever, doesn’t matter your explanation.” another tear from your right eye begins to roll down “wish you the best in your business stay safe out there” 

“Y/N! No no no no please please please!” he begs gently grabbing your hand trying to stop you but also making sure to not scare you away 

You pull your hand away “Goodnight Franklin” you speak before closing the door. 

He looks at the door for a moment before turning and walking away towards his car. He turns on the car and begins to drive away “FFFUUUCCCKKKK!” he screams feeling the rage course through him as he speeds on the freeway

Franklin walks in and slams the door causing Jerome to jump up from his seat gun drawn “MOTHAFUCKA I ALMOST SHOT YOU WHAT THE HELL WRONG WITCHU?!” 

They hear footsteps before Louie is stand ny the door “JEROME? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? FRANKLIN!?” she comments frantically looking around for the threat “Not now” he grits out

“NIGGA WHO YOU THINK YOU TALKIN’ TO?!  WALKIN’ UP IN MY HOUSE SLAMMIN’ MY SHIT. I'll FUCK YOU UP!” Jerome bellows 

The phone rings and Franklin picks up “Hello?! meet me at Jerome house, now nigga, YES NOW! Bring Sean witchu!”

“WHAT THE HELL GOING ON FRANKLIN WHAT HAPPENED?” Louie asks “THEM LITTLE MOTHAFUCKAS DONE WENT AND TOLD Y/N ABOUT THE BET!” “WHAT? WHAT BET?” Louie asks

Jerome looks at Franklin like he has three heads “NIGGA WHAT??? YOU MAD OVER THAT STUPID ASS BET?” Franklin took major offence to Jeromes accusations, tilting his head to the side “You laughing but if I can't trust them to not tell a bitch about a stupid ass bet I can’t trust them in my shit!! They gone blow up our spot and fuck up our shit.” he points to his head  “You not thinking Unc” Jerome paused and realised the gravity of the situation 

“What is this bet? And what it got to do with that lil girl?” Louie asked as she looked between the two 

Jerome gently waved her away “I’ll explain it to you later baby just let us be” 

Louie scoffed “Shit mothafucka walkin’ in here slamming doors”

“Louie” Franklin commented 

“Nigga fuck you!”  

Franklin squared up Louie “AYE! AYE! AYE! WE DON'T NEED ALL THAT NOW!” 

Franklin huffed and turned to continue his pace 

In 10 minutes Leon and Sean arrived

“Nigga what happened” Leon asked gun already out 

“We got some rat ass mothafuckas in our crew look how they got Franklin!”  Jerome pokes fun at him “Nigga pacing around and shit over a bitch!” he jokes 

“UNC!”  Franklin warns

“What... happened?” Sean asked confused 

“Y/N told me that niggas from our crew approached her telling her about the bet”

“Soooo...” Leon looked at Franklin confused 

“So?” Franklin returned the expression “You niggas not thinking?” he paused “I GOTTA DO ALL THE THINKIN’ AROUND HERE??!!” 

“We don’t” Sean speaks trying to rationalise their confusion 

“If they running to tell her about a bet, a bet made between everyone in that room, what makes you think they not blowing up our spot?”

The men looked between each other the reality finally setting in for everyone that they could be completely exposed for anything at any moment. 

“Our competitors, our opps, our product,  our recipe, our schedule, our plug, our money, our peoples” Franklin states 

“We got it Nephew” Jerome comments wanting him to not continue hating the feeling of being vulnerable 

Franklin chuckled and looked around at them and in a whisper he sneers “and you niggas think I’m mad over a bitch when I got some snake ass mothafuckas in my crew??!! I GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS NIGGA!!” “My bad” Sean says throwing his hands up 

“FFFUUUCK! Round all them niggas up now” 

Leon puts his hand up “Now hold on its 2am we ain't bout to be meeting without cops spotting us”

“SHIT!”

“Look lets come up with a solution to figure out who them niggas are we start rounding people up they might start snitching even more” Leon strategizes 

Franklin nodded in agreeance “We gonna act like shit aint happen and take them niggas out one by one!” 

Jerome nods “Yea I like that plan!” 

Franklin sighs and sits down releasing the tension in his body

“We got a plan nephew unless you got something better?”

“No I don't.” 

Its silent for awhile with the 3 men (Jerome, Sean, Leon) talking to each other catching up on what they heard or whats going with their product

“Nigga what wrong withchu we have a solution” 

Franklin waves him off “Not now Unc,I’m trying to figure out how to fix this shit with Y/N” 

“Oh shit,” Leon comments forgetting that you were involved 

“Yea nigga, Y/N! they told Y/N!” 

“HA-HA you losing your mind over this girl boy! Now you know niggas talk worse than bitches sometimes. Gossipping mothafuckas”

“NOT NOW UNC” Leon shrugs “just go get another bitch, she aint the only fine girl that we know”

Franklin shot him an incredulous look “I don't want another bitch Leon I want that one!” 

“She not special her stuck up ass I bet if you called Tasha now she’ll literally hop the fuck out her bed and come fuck you” Leon wasn’t really a big fan of you, he thought that you acted too good

“I dont want Tasha, I want Y/N and that thing was a fucking mistake i told you that” “Hell no don’t call that crazy girl up here! Her bat shit ass bout got herself killed trying to sneak in my damn house talking about she just wanna see Frankie”  Louie comments 

Jerome chortles “BOY YOU HAD THAT GIRL GOING CRAZY BOUT LOST HER FUCKIN’ MIND. DICK HAD HER STUCK NEPHEW!!” he blares out a laugh 

Leon, Sean, and Louie join in on the laugh

Franklin ran his hands down his face “We gotta find them or this shit is not gonna last. If they can go run and tell Y/N what else are they doing? Product been going missing lets start there whoever them mothafuckas are they fuckin’ dead!” he grumbled. 

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#franklin saint #damson idris #fan fic writing #fan fiction #imagine #snowfall fanfic #snowfall fx #black fanfiction #melvin gregg #fanfic #damson idris imagine #snowfallfx #franklin saint fanfic #franklin saint x reader #franklin saint snowfall #franklin saint imagine #franklin saint fic #black!fem!reader

[itsrexxyo]

passionate.

#cinwin #rwby cinwin #snowfall #here's some lovey-dovey for now #rexxdoods #i imagined Winter was gonna say something then Cinder interrupts by smooching her LMFAO #something something smooch smooch

[enthblaze]

it's snowing pretty hard right now here. it's not settling but it's definitely coming down like crazy and all my mind could think about was how devastatingly cold it must've been during the 2012 s2 invasion

me and my silly thoughts whilst walking in the snow, thinking abt how awful it must've felt for Leo to fight non-stop under frigid conditions, through wind and snow and the biting cold without anything to shield him from it

how the others must've felt, left in already such vulnerable states, and then expected to protect the city under such conditions

how the cold leaves people feeling hopeless and sluggish and how the invasion amplified that feeling by a thousand

goddamn snow making me think about tmnt man...

#i just cannot imagine how hard that day mustve been #is it possible for that to be the turtles' first snowfall? #their first snowfall topside and now tainted with hauntingly cruel memories #their first snowfall and their older brother cant stand the idea of ever going out in it again #their first snowfall- something theyd been looking forward to as kids- now a bitter reminder of trauma and tragedy #tmnt 2012 #tmnt #tmnt 2k12 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012

[footballblurbs]

Hello! My name is Asher and I'm a new writer on Tumblr <3 If anyone has a request please do share it. I'm available pretty much everyday and my writings are pretty much long! After this post I'll make my master list + what I write for.

Snowy love

It's cold outside and your hand just keeps getting colder as you shiver. Ofcourse, this is the winter weather and it's supposed to be cold like this but you were with someone special to you and it's embarasssing to just tell him that you forgot your gloves. It's just the feeling that he'll laugh it off and tell you that you should've brought them with yourself or that it's not his problem. It's not always that youre thinking like this.

As you're walking with him through Vienna's beautiful Advent stuff you told him about each place and why it's so special. It's not always that you could come back to your home city with 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

"You're shivering. Is everything alright, meu amor?"(My love) He asked because, even though he knew that you forgot your gloves he couldn't quite make up the sentence in his head as his english is not quite good. "Yes, I'm alright Richie. There's nothing to worry about alright? Ich liebe dich"(I love you) He just couldn't escape the fact that you're denying it again as this is the second time he has asked you that.

Not even a minute passes he grabbed your hands and took his gloves off, only to put them on your cold and pale hands. You flashed a smile at him as you obviously knew that he'll eventually do that. "You should've told me that you forgot your gloves, querido"(Dear) A sigh escaped your lips, knowing that you really can't hide anything from him because even though you hide it perfectly good he'll manage to find it out. "M' sorry. I won't forget them again, alright?" Seeing him smile and hold your hand softly a blush creeped up onto your cheeks. Oh what a perfect man he is you though. "You don't have to apologize. It's okay" Returning a smile back you couldn't help but give him a heartwarming kiss on the lips as the both pf you felt a snowflake fall onto your hands.

"Look Rich, it's snowing" Turning away you started giggling like a kid while still holding his hand. He slightly turned to look at you with pure joy and love, not caring if anyone is looking he went in for a kiss. This is truly the Snowy love you both had in yourselves.

I'm very happy with the outcome of this and if there's any mistakes please do tell me. I love all of you !! ❤️

#richarlison #richarlison x reader #fluff #snowfall #vienna #christmas #first fanfic #brazil #richarlison imagine

[deanmekel]

The cycle of the poet

I saw the first snow fall of the new winter

I am reminded of all the words I wrote before

The words do not fall as easy anymore

Still, there is always the pull in my chest, the longing

I wish I could still be falling

I watched the snow fall outside my grandads house

I am reminded of a different life from long ago

The poet inside might be dying

I am standing by their bedside in a distant house

I am holding their hand

Outside, the snow is steady falling

I can still hear the words being whispered to me

There’s a snow globe melting on the mantlepiece

The familiar cat has curled her see-through body in front of the fire

I have read all the dusty books on the shelves

I would always end up here,

In the last homely house in the dark, in the snow

The last light to guide the ghosts home

The solitary oasis at the end of the world

I lived my life with the noise of waves in my head

I did not sail the world, but you never came back

Still, the clouds always told your story

For you, I write with the salt water snow in the light of the moon

Alone at the bedside of the last poet

I embrace my bruised body

I watch the snow fall, outside and inside my head

I had never cried like that before

I warm my hands to a hot mug

There’s a cold in my heart

It’s the dread of you leaving

I don’t know if I can hear the words on my own

My hands might be freezing

I watched you pick up a pen countless times, again and again

I carefully observed the movements you made

Every dot, every line is etched in my brain

I so deeply wish we could be the same

That I could still be the same

I don’t know how to translate the images of snow falling, ghosts calling, my bodily aches, onto the page

Alone in my head I don’t know what to say

When the whispers tell me of distant waves, winter days, the beauty of me

I don’t know if I can tend to the house on my own

I sit by your bedside, I am holding your hand

The cat is asleep at your feet

The last candle lights up the room

The dark is outside the windows

The snow is still falling

I know this is the last night

Your lips are not moving

But I can hear your voice

Giving me your last wisdom

For me to be you

For me to be me

You tell me, you urge me, hopefully,

Be honest

The candle burns out

I cry in the silence

I find my shovel and my coat

In the dark, in the snow, I dig a hole

Standing over your last resting place

I promise you

I’ll be honest

I close the door behind me

Shutting out the the snow and the dark

I sit down at the desk

I pick up your pen

The light of a single candle fills the room

I turn around to see a child standing there

I turn back to the desk

I put the pen on the paper and start to write

My first wisdom for you, child: be honest

#this poem has a lot of references to other poems of mine #poem #poems #poetry #writing #my writing #neurodivergent poets #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #about writing #about poetry #loss #cat #fantasy #imagination #snow #winter #writers block #snowing #snowfall #cold

[makethiscanon]

SnowFall: Krel x Fem!Reader [Part 2]

Word Count: 820

Rating: G

Tags: First Meetings, Winter, Skiing, Adventure, Third-Person

Read Part 1: [HERE]

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At the base of the mountain, once everyone had their skiing equipment, they huddled together with a map to decide which course to try first.

“Ooo, we should do this one.” Aja said, pointing at a course that started at the top of the mountain, marked by two black diamonds. Steve quickly wrestled the map away from her, pitching her a loving but ‘are you nuts’ expression.

“You can’t start on a double black diamond piste.”

“Why not?” She scowled at him, then smiled after a second thought. “Aw. Are you worried about me?”

“A-doy. Double-blacks are expert level. Aja, people die on double-blacks. How about we start on a green course?”

“Imminent death?” Varvatos chortled with glee. “Glorious! Only the most dangerous courses are worthy of Varvatos’s footfall. If today is to be our day, may we crash and burn in snow-blazon glory!”

Passers-by picked up their speed, hoping to get away from the seemingly senile old geezer.

“No, no,” said Steve, his voice noticeably higher at the thought of what horrors could face him should he go along with Aja and Varvatos’s plan. “I think I’m gonna stick to the green course.”

“Fair enough, my Palchuk. Safe travels, and may we meet again in one piece.”

Everyone noticed, but no one commented on Steve’s sigh of relief.

Noticing his lack of input, Aja cocked a curious eyebrow at Krel.

“What about you, little brother? Are you coming?”

Krel was rather aware of his mortality after the attack on his parents. Without Mother functioning at full capacity, it would be hard for her to repair the damages to anyone other than the king and queen. And given that Krel was stuck in his squishy human body whilst on the slopes, he didn’t think risking his fragile neck for a thrill ride was a smart choice.

That being said, he refused to be as cowardly as the lumbering oaf.

“I will do that one,” he said, pointing to a blue course that mostly swerved through the woodlands. Aja shrugged, already plucking her ski poles from the snow.

“Suit yourself.” She pointed to where they were standing. “Meet here in an hour. And be careful on the slopes.”

“I should say the same to you.” Krel huffed, but smiled when he saw Aja’s face light up at the thought of the day ahead.

*

They each went their separate ways, using different ski-lifts to ascend the mountains.

Krel wondered, now that he was alone, whether it was too late to sneak back to his room for a while. But by the time he thought it, the ski-lift had pulled him off the ground. The drop was too steep for his feeble, human legs to manage.

“What did I agree to?” He lamented, feeling the cold breeze on the one part of his face not covered by thermals. Humans were an evolutionary nightmare, he decided. They should have whittled out their thermoreceptors long ago.

But as he ascended the mountain, he could at least appreciate the great view. The mountain-range stretched on for miles, and the sky was so blue it left him with a reminiscent feeling of Akiridion-5. He had to wonder how the resistance was doing, feeling guilty for taking a break while they were still fighting.

There was a muddled congregation of people as Krel left the ski-lift. A sort of ‘I need to go that way but you’re coming this way’ as skiers shuffled towards their preferred pistes. Thankfully, the courses were sign-posted so once Krel knew where he was headed, he did his best to push through the crowds.

Once he was through, he stood to one side to watch the other skiers moving on the slopes. It seemed… easy. Surprisingly easy. Physics seemed to do most of the work.

He watched until he understood the general footwork, then got himself into position.

Admittedly, he wobbled as he set off. Until he learned where to put his weight, it was a lot of heaving and pushing. But soon he was off down the mountainside.

The firs lining the course were tall. With overgrown branches, they gave the course a sense of seclusion. Krel enjoyed the privacy. He picked up speed, using his precise knowledge of aerodynamics and kinetic energy to gleefully bypass the other skiers.

By the time he reached the bottom of the course, daresay it, he was actually enjoying himself. Skiing came with a thrill. It had a sense of victory. One that was much greater, given that he had not fallen over during the many twists and turns of his descent.

Figuring he still had some time before the meet-up, Krel decided to try another course. He headed back up the mountain, but chose a single black diamond piste instead of blue. Aja might have been on to something with choosing a tougher track, but he still wasn’t willing to risk 100% of his neck. 

A single black diamond would be plenty.

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Part 3: [COMING SOON]

[WRITING MASTERLIST]

#tales of arcadia #toa #krel #tarron #prince krel #x reader #friendship #imagines #x you #winter #Aja #steve palchuk #Varvatos #skiing #SnowFall #arcadia #3below #trollhunters #MTCfics

[rain-coat-killer]

Big coat means the best kind of hugs

#afo's like a walking mt doom in terms of body temp you cant convince me otherwise #i had this idea in my head for a while #all for one #afo #dad for one #dfo #all for inko #bnha #my art #i imagine the story for this pic is they were on a date and the weather was fine and then it suddenly got cold and started snowing #afo may or may not have had something to do with that #but anyways he opened his coat and was like: quickly i shall save you #and now theyre just walking home and enjoying the snowfall

[yokisworldforever]

🎧 ♥️

#snowfall #imagine #more relaxed #SoundCloud

[megamindsecretlair]

Through the Fire

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (male receiving), size kink, all consensual. Praise kink, dirty talk. Mention of jail, drug use, guns, and violence. Angst. Established relationship. Spoilers for season 2 of Snowfall.

Summary: The night that Franklin shot Kevin, he made one stop before seeing his mom.

Word Count: 4,424k

A/N: Hello brainrot. Did I mention the brainrot? Because I have major brainrot. FX knew not to show them nasty ass sex scenes for him because I would be UNWELL. Anywhooo, I couldn't stop writing. This hurt me. I hope it both hurts you and makes you feral LOL. Thank you so much for the love on my first Franklin fic! Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: @planetblaque @notapradagurl7 @miyuhpapayuh @henneseyhoe

The loud banging at your door made you nervous. No one knocked like that and it meant something good. It was either the police or some shit you didn’t want to deal with. You crept to the living room and looked out of the peephole. There was no one there.

The banging persisted and you turned to the sound, following the sound to your back door. You pulled aside the curtain on the door and saw Franklin looking over his shoulder. You opened the door.

“Franklin? What–?” 

Franklin pushed past you into your kitchen. Cold air from outside hit your exposed arms and legs from the shorts and tank top you wore. “He’s dead.” 

You closed the door behind Franklin and locked it behind him. The lights were still off thankfully and you peeked through the curtains, watching for anything suspicious. Though you didn’t know what you were looking for. 

Franklin paced the dark kitchen rubbing his hands and his breaths were shaky and stuttered. “Who’s dead, Franklin?” 

You’d never seen him like this. Franklin was the definition of cool and calm. Dread knotted in your stomach. ‘He’ could refer to anyone. You thought of Leon, Jerome, Kevin, Officer Wright. Naw. Franklin wouldn’t be this upset if it was that asshole Wright.

Franklin rubbed his head and you crossed the room. “Franklin, talk to me,” you said.

He was too agitated. He shook his head as he paced. “Is your moms home?” 

“She workin’ late. Franklin, you’re scaring me.” 

Franklin couldn’t take a full breath. In a minute, he was going to put a groove into the kitchen tile. “I told him! I told that muthafucka that somethin’ like this was gon happen. He didn’t wanna listen!” 

You stepped closer to Franklin and grabbed him by the shoulders so he would stop pacing. Your head spun watching him go back and forth like a ping pong ball. Franklin stopped but wouldn’t look you in the eye. 

“Tell me what’s going on, baby,” you said. You squeezed his shoulders. Franklin’s harsh breathing nearly echoed in the silent kitchen. Every sound was heightened and only served to put you more on edge. 

“Kevin…Kevin’s dead. Because of me,” Franklin said softly. His face crumpled and he dug his hands into his eyes. A choked gasp escaped him. You realized that he was crying. Your heart shattered as you pulled him into a hug. 

“What do you mean, Franklin?” He was saying words but it wasn’t making sense. You were no idiot. You knew what Franklin and his little friends were up to. You made him promise to leave that shit outside. So far, there haven't been any problems. 

Franklin shivered in your embrace, his crying quiet and soft. You hated this for him. There was so much you didn’t know, that you wanted to shake from him. You wanted to demand answers. You wanted to yell and scream. None of that would help the situation. You needed to be calm for his sake.

You rubbed Franklin’s back, soaking in the feel of him. He had to bend at an awkward angle in order to put his chin on your shoulder. Surely, it would start to hurt him. You pulled away and glanced at his face.

Franklin’s eyes were unfocused, seeing something in his mind’s eye that you had no idea of. Whatever it was, left his eyes wide. You hated that look in his eyes. You pulled him towards the living room. 

Franklin stopped and shook his head. He directed you towards your room in the back of the house. Bright light bathed your room and you cringed a bit at all of the girly shit. The Michael Jackson posters in your room. The comforter with flowers all over it. 

Franklin turned off the light. The sudden absence of light gave you a flash of a headache as your eyes adjusted. The moonlight hit your room in such a way that you could still see most of Franklin’s features but not much else. 

Franklin sat on the edge of your bed and pulled you next to him. You sat close to him and he put his head on your shoulder once more. You wrapped your arm around him and scratched his head idly. 

“Please, baby, I’m scared,” you whispered. 

“I shot Kevin. I thought…I shot him in the leg. He was gon be fine! Me and Leon had to leave him there,” Franklin told you. “We left him.” 

Franklin’s voice broke and you kissed his head, absorbing the information. Franklin shot Kevin? It didn’t make sense. It was so out of character for Franklin. You remembered all the conversations you and Franklin had about guns. About protecting himself. But as more of a scare tactic. You didn’t want him to get beat up like he did when he first started all of this. 

You shuddered remembering how hurt he was then. His face all swelled up and blood was sticking to his face. You told him then that you didn’t want something like that to ever happen again. You tolerated the guns because you knew he’d never use them unless he absolutely had to. 

“Tell me everything, Franklin,” you whispered against his skin. 

Franklin told you everything. About Kevin’s cousin still selling in Mexican territory. About the senseless murder. How Kevin screamed for the guy’s head no matter the cost to the business. Kevin wanted war and blood and violence. Franklin did what he could but he knew that if Kevin ever found out who did it, there would be no talking him down.

And that’s exactly what happened. Kevin betrayed Franklin. Sold the recipe to the Mexicans for the name of the man who murdered Kevin’s cousin. Kevin went to the park to kill the man in broad daylight, all the other people be damned. 

“There were kids there,” Franklin said and sniffed. “He didn’t care. What it would mean for us or for him.” 

“You did what you had to do, baby. I’m sorry. But if Kevin succeeded, you could be laying in a ditch somewhere,” you said. You knew your morals were messed up. But when it came to Franklin, nothing else mattered. You didn’t want that phone call. You dreaded it. You had enough nightmares about it to last you a lifetime. 

“He’s my best friend,” Franklin said. He buried his head in your shoulder. Warm, wet tears slid down onto your tank top. You held him and let him cry it out. You didn’t know how to help him. 

He needed some rest, truthfully. To sit with that he did. “Is that why you’re here? The cops are on you?” 

Franklin shrugged and told you the rest. About an agent being on scene. Leon drove away fast enough that he should be safe. But he didn’t want you hearing anything about him from the streets. It was too risky to call. Riskier still to make the trek here. 

You stayed across the street from him so it wasn’t entirely suspicious for him to be caught near here. Still. You wondered if he wouldn’t be safer in one of his properties. Something not tied to him. 

Your mind raced thinking of how to keep him safe. Franklin’s shoulders shook one last time and he wiped his face.

“I’m so tired,” he said. 

You scooted back in the bed and tugged on his arm. He kicked off his shoes and got into bed, placing his head on your stomach. He wrapped his arms around your middle and held on tightly. You stroked his head and kissed him periodically until his breathing evened out. He slept while your mind ran a mile a minute. 

So many emotions and thoughts ran through you. How safe was he with you? How exposed was he in the streets and all these drugs? What the hell was an agent doing at that park? Did someone see them? Their car? Franklin was the smartest man you knew. You knew that for every question you thought of, he likely already thought of the solution. Still. The worry gnawed on you like a dog with a bone. 

Time passed where you must have fallen asleep, because when you opened your eyes, Franklin was kissing your neck. 

“Franklin?” You asked groggily. What time was it? Felt late. The moon was still out. Your window was open and a light breeze ruffled the curtains. 

“I need to feel somethin’ other than…this,” he said. 

“You need rest. We gotta come up with a plan or…” 

“Please. Baby,” Franklin said and kissed you. He licked his lips and dived in for another kiss, longer and deeper this time. “You’re the only one who feels safe. Feel like home,” he said. He placed his forehead against yours and took a deep breath.

How could you deny him this? Outside was insane. Kevin was dead, there’s possible agents after him. On top of everything else…Franklin was constantly under stress. He took on so much responsibility. 

You nodded. You kissed his cheek and then the other one. Franklin leaned up and his palm came up to cradle your cheek. You kissed his palm. His thumb feathered across your cheek before pulling you close into a kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and held him to you. 

You’d give him everything you had. You’d ground him in whatever way you were able. If he needed to kiss, you’d kiss. If he needed your hands on him, you’d do that too. If he needed a ride out town, then you’d find a way. 

Franklin kissed down your neck, to your chest. He kissed over the top of your tank top before yanking it higher and exposing your breasts. He played with them, rubbing it between his hands and pushing your breasts together. He kissed one and then the other, before flicking his tongue out.

You moaned and he wrapped his lips around your nipple. “Fuck,” you moaned. Each suckle of your nipple sent shivers right down to your pussy, making you contract and clench. Franklin blew his breath over the wet nipple and then moved on to the other one. 

You pulled at his shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his chest. You ran your hands over the expanse of his body. He shivered at your touch on him. He grabbed your hand and kissed your palm, then your forearm, and the crook of your elbow. 

You leaned forward and kissed him, rising up. He followed you and you pushed at his shoulders until he laid down on your bed. He looked at you with a question in his eyes. 

You couldn’t help much when it came to his business. You didn’t want to be involved. Sticking your head in the sand wasn’t much better. But there was nothing you could do. You didn’t know shit about business. Not like Franklin. However, you knew this. You knew him. 

You knew that you could make him feel good and forget for a little while. To help him reset and think more clearly about all of this. 

You got off the bed and pulled at Franklin’s legs, moving him to the edge of the bed. You unzipped his pants and pulled both it and his boxers off. 

“Baby,” Franklin said. 

You put a finger on his lips and sank to your knees. Your bed was a little high for what you wanted to do. You stood back up and grabbed a pillow, putting it under your knees. It made you level with his thick, long dick. He was getting harder by the minute. 

You reached out and touched him. He hissed as he watched you. Studied you. It was like he was committing all of this to memory. You didn’t want it to be a memory. You were going to figure all of this shit out. He was going to stay safe. 

You kissed his thigh and watched his reaction. He smirked at you. “Don’t just play with it,” he said. 

Ignoring him, you stroked his dick and played with the precum beading on the tip. You kissed his balls and kissed a trail up his dick. Franklin sighed as he moved, leaning back on the bed on his elbows. 

You licked his dick and he twitched on the bed. You inhaled the musky scent of him. You fondled his balls, rolling one between your fingers nice and slow. His breathing picked up, little hisses of groans. 

“You are an evil woman,” he said with a chuckle. 

You giggled and sucked the head of his dick into your mouth. “Oh fuck,” Franklin said. You popped it back out with a loud smack.

You waited and looked at him. Franklin looked down at you and smirked. “C’mon baby,” he said. You grinned and gave in. Some other time, you could tease him all you wanted. He always paid back in kind, but for now, he needed this quick and easy release.

You sucked him back into your mouth, as many inches as you could fit. You started to bob your head, getting his dick nice and wet. You slobbered as you pleasured him. Franklin let fly a string of curses and moans, rolling his head back. 

His hand dug into your scalp and pulled your hair back. “Just like that. Fuck, just like that,” Franklin coached. You kept going, doing exactly what he wanted. Spit slipped out the side of your mouth and dripped down your chin. Franklin watched it slide and you could’ve sworn that his strokes increased. His thick dick nearly hit the back of your throat. 

Franklin’s moans grew frantic. He couldn’t move your head anymore, his hand slipping. You opened your eyes and watched his head fall back. His jaw went slack. A last, strangled moan escaped him before his dick pulsed and hot jets of cum shot down your throat. You swallowed and licked it all up. 

You moved your mouth off of him and kept stroking with your hand. He hissed and the look he gave you…it was ravenous. “Get that ass on this bed,” he said. 

You grinned and stood up, shimmying out of your shorts. Franklin moved to the front of the bed. He laid on his back and pulled you by the arms. You straddled him and looked down into his eyes. It was always strange to look down on him for once. His height always forced you to look up at him. 

To look up to his vision for the future. You spent plenty of time listening to him. He was like an old school Panther or activist the way he talked about the community. You’d follow him to the ends of the earth. 

Franklin ran his hands under your shirt to feel your skin. He caressed your lower back. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he rasped. 

You leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. You intended to give him all of the comfort you could. He quickly took over, kissing you deep and slow. You had all the time in the world to kiss him. Love on him. 

Franklin shifted and moved you. His dick pushed into your wet heat and you shared a groan. “Franklin,” you whispered.

“Love my name on your lips,” he said. He kissed you again. He didn’t move. The thickness of him pulsed and twitched inside of you. He was content to sit and kiss you. His tongue slipped inside. He kissed and sucked on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth and releasing it. 

He licked your lips. Explored your mouth. Each pass of his tongue against yours made your pussy contract and arousal flood his dick. “Like that shit, don’t you?” He asked. 

You nodded. “Franklin, I love everything you do to me,” you said. You kissed him. “This right here? This is us. We’re the only things that matter,” you said. 

“I just wanna make you feel good, baby,” he said. 

“You make me feel so good,” you said. 

“Yeah? Let me hear it then,” he said. He started to move his hips, sliding you up and down on his dick.

“Oh, oh shit,” you said. It was like he pulled the words from you. He dick stretched you out but in this position, it was comfortable. Your thighs were on either side of him. Your hands braced on his shoulders as you looked into each other's eyes. 

There was still no sense of urgency. He moved slowly, pulling all the way out and then pushing back in and watching the way your eyes rolled. Your jaw would hang open, the breath stolen from your lips. 

His hands gripped your waist, almost bruising. It only turned you on more. His moans fueled your own. “Feel so good,” you moaned.

“Shit, baby. Grip that dick,” he said. His head rested against your headboard, his eyes rolling back with a smile on his face. You loved when he got like this. When he let himself be free and open. 

Your orgasm was building slowly but steadily. Climbing higher towards that delicious peak. “Franklin, please. Let me cum,” you begged. If he would go faster, you’d already be flying high. 

Your hands traveled up, cuddling him close. You buried your head into the crook of his neck. 

“Mm-uh, I wanna feel everything,” he said. 

He continued that slow, tortured pace. The sound of your lovemaking squelched in the silent house. There was just you and him. Joined. Connected. 

“Oh fuck, Franklin. That’s it,” you said. He managed to hit a spot deep inside of you. 

“Oh, I like that,” he said. He hit that spot, over and over. Your moans turned wild and crazy. You bit his shoulder as that peak neared. You bounced on his dick as he routinely hit your spot. 

“Oh fuck me,” you moaned. 

“Just like that, baby. So fuckin’ beautiful. Never letting you go. Never letting this pussy go.” 

You came on a loud curse, your legs shaking and your body going boneless. Franklin wrapped his strong arms around you and held you through it. “That’s it. Let it go,” he said as you talked you through it. 

When you were done, you panted and moved to get off of him. He shook his head, capturing your lips once again. His dick twitched inside of you. He kissed you and he leaned up, taking you with him.

He laid you onto your back, kissing you. Rubbing your back and your thighs. He hiked one leg up and over his hip. The other, he spread wide. Then he started to pound into you like a man possessed. 

His dick speared you over and over again. It robbed you of all thought. There was nothing but his dick hitting that spot again. 

“Mhmm, take that dick,” he whispered harshly. 

“Fr-Fra-” 

“Mm-uh, just keep taking that dick.” He moved your tank up, gripping onto your titty and licking your nipple. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Fuck me, baby,” you screamed. You were leaning on one elbow and your free hand pushed at his chest. You just needed your bearings. But your hand slipped on his sweaty chest. Moonlight caught some of it, making it glisten. 

“Mhmm, mhhm,” Franklin moaned. 

You slapped his chest. His dick kept sliding in and out, slick with your arousal. You looked into his eyes. There was so much love and lust there, shining through his eyes. He kept eye contact, never breaking pace, as he leaned forward and kissed you. 

“Who this shit belong to?” He asked.

“You, you, you,” you moaned. You were so close. Your moans and cries grew louder as your orgasm approached. 

“This pussy yours, baby. All yours,” you managed to croak out.

“All mine?” 

You could only manage a nod. Between his dick and your moans, you didn’t have time for anything else. 

He pinched your nipple and you gasped. It surprised the orgasm out of you. Wave after wave of pleasure suffused you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head while your vision blacked out. 

Franklin groaned and pumped you full of him. Spurts of cum shot into you, filling you to the brim. 

You collapsed together, panting and laughing at what you just experienced. He smacked kisses all over your sweat slick skin. 

“Thank you, baby,” he said in between kisses.

“You never have to thank me for that,” you said. 

“Yes, I do. My mama always told me to be thankful for what’s mine,” he said with a devilish smirk.

You smacked his shoulder and he laughed. He slid out of you and his cum came leaking out. You groaned at the feeling. He got up and disappeared down the hall and came back with a wet rag. He helped clean you up and then he slid into bed beside you and pulled you close.

You both grew quiet. You listened to the strong thump of his heart. You were halfway to sleep, cuddled into his side. 

“Baby?” Franklin asked.

“Hm?” You asked.

“Do you think I’m a monster?” He asked. 

You turned to face him. The moonlight cast shadows on his face so he was half in profile. He didn’t look at you, he stared out of the window. 

“You are the smartest, greatest man I know. You can never be a monster. Never.” 

“What kind of great man kill they own best friend?” He asked. 

“You didn’t know.” 

Franklin shook his head, refusing to meet your eyes. “There could’ve been a different way,” he said. 

“If there was, you would’ve found it. Things were moving too fast, like you said.” 

Franklin took a deep breath but he was retreating from you. You could tell. He was closing in on himself, locking away the sweet man you’ve come to know. The walls that you’d spent months pulling down were building back up. Brick by brick. 

“You’re not a monster, you have to believe that,” you said. You needed him to see. Before he disappeared completely behind those walls, you needed him to understand that crucial part. 

“I need to go,” he said. He didn’t move but it was like he didn’t hear you. Nothing you’d say would get through to him.

“Franklin, don’t. What if there are people looking for you?” 

“If they are, I don’t want to bring ‘em here. You’ve done enough for me. I love you,” he said. He kissed you, pouring unspeakable emotion into this kiss. It was unnameable. Something you could only feel in the tug of your soul. 

“I love you. Stay here with me,” you said. 

Your mom would flip so you thought of places to hide him. Your mom usually came right in, checked on you, and then went to bed. All Franklin had to do was lay on the floor until then.

Franklin kissed your cheek and got up from the bed. He started pulling on his clothes. His face closed down. He was not the same, scared person that showed up earlier that night. He was distant. Walled off. A pillar or a statue now, immoveable. 

“Franklin, please,” you cried. 

You stood up as well. He pulled on his boxers and jeans. You grabbed his shirt and yanked. You got into a tug of war as Franklin pulled the shirt from your grasp. He leaned down and kissed you, his hand caressing your cheek. 

“I have to do this. I’ll see my mom and then I’ll get out of town for a bit,” he said. He tried to smile but it was too quick. Too fake. 

“I’ll come with you,” you said. You didn’t care what you had to tell people. He couldn’t do this. But once Franklin got something in his head, there was no turning back. There was no talking him down.

“No. You have to stay here. Your moms will kill me,” he said with another fake ass grin. You groaned and pulled your panties and shorts back on. Franklin kissed your cheek and left the room. You hopped on one foot, trying to pull your shorts up. One side got caught under your foot. You cleared it and pulled your shorts up and ran after him. Fuck him and his long ass legs.

“Franklin! Franklin, don’t!” You pulled at his arm and he swung it, knocking you loose. He left through the back door. You couldn’t call after him. You searched the ground for your shoes. Fuck! Why was everything so fucking hard to find in the dark? 

You slipped on a pair of flip flips and left the house but Franklin was nowhere to be found. You searched the dark backyard, looking for any sign of movement. You cursed softly and placed your hands on your head, rocking back and forth on your heels. 

You went back inside, headed towards the phone in the living room. You picked it up and the dial tone sounded. Movement out of the window caught your eye. You put the phone back on the receiver and moved towards the window.

You peeked out from behind the curtain and saw numerous cop cars rolling silently. Their lights were off. You followed them with your eyes. They stopped in front of your house, in front of Franklin’s mom’s house. There was a soft glow of light on the inside. 

“Franklin, no!” You went back to the phone, dialing the number. At that moment, the sirens sounded. Red and blue lights flooded your house, a swirling mix that only spelled danger. “Franklin,” you gasped.

You left your front door. The neighborhood left their front doors, heading outside in a mix of robes, rollers, and house slippers. Cold air slapped against your skin as you watched Franklin getting marched out of the front door by police officers. He was struggling and looked scared.

His mom called after him and yelled at the cops. You stood transfixed. This felt like it was happening to someone else. It felt like a television program. Any minute, it would turn to the commercial and leave this awful scene. 

Your chest caved in as Franklin looked at you from over the hood of the cop car. He mouthed, “I love you.”

You did the same thing back. He was shoved into the cop car and the door slammed. It made you jump. Burning hot tears streamed down your face. The streetlights and red and blues swam in your vision. 

You watched your future drive away and all you could do was stand there and watch.

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Franklin Part 2.

Warnings: Use of curse words and N-word

After that day you spend a good amount of time trying to avoid Franklin and that was by simply not hanging out with Harmony. There was no way you could get tied up in Franklin not after you see how Melody turned out. It was like the man was a blackhole and everything seemed okay at one time and point until it didn’t and there was no going back. You keep your head down and only focus on the things that mattered, working, passing classes and getting the fuck outta south central. 

You hear a knock on your door, you put down the book and open the door not thinking twice. You instantly regret it seeing Franklin standing in front of you. 

“Hey!”  you greet 

“Hey Y/N” 

“Whats up? you need something Harmony’s not here” you hoped and prayed that's why he was here so he could quickly leave

“Nah I came to see you,” he looks around, making sure no one was watching 

“Oh why?” You ask 

“Can I come in?” He asks

“OH! Yea Yea!” you move back quickly “shit sorry” 

He smiles “it's cool” you watch him walk in he was tall, your 5’4 frame was nothing compared to his. And now that you had no heels on, the height difference was really apparent.  He also looked bigger?  Did he get swole in jail? 

“Sooo what's up?”  you comment wanting this to be over with as soon as possible. You hoped he wasn’t going to ask you to go on a drug run. Because no wasn’t an option for this man. 

“I came to see you, see how you doing” he commented sitting by the bar stool in the kitchen 

“Tasha know you here?” you ask wearily walking to the other side of the counter 

He scoffed “why would I tell Tee I'm coming here?”

“Because after that party we got into it, and i'm not trying to “steal her man” from up under her so does she? I should call her” you go to grab the phone

“Girl hang up that phone” he commands

“Franklin, why are you here?” you ask again 

“I just came to talk to you damn! is that a crime?” 

“It is if you have a girlfriend!” 

“I don’t, me and Tee aint a thing, never were never will be! Damn!” 

You look at him in disbelief “Doesn’t seem that way the way you two be all over each other”

“Nah she's all over me, don’t get it twisted” 

You roll your eyes “Whatever, what is it that I can get you Franklin?” 

He smiles “how you been? What’s been going on with you?” 

“Fine, how are you?” you answer curtly where was this conversation going, you hoped acting like a bitch would rub him the wrong way make him lose interest fast 

“I’m doing good now” You roll your eyes, he chuckles “Damn why you so cold?” 

“I’m not!” you roll your neck 

“You are to me you  be treating a nigga like I’m some beggar or shit!” 

“I don’t!” you counter offended you didn’t you just wanted him to find other interests 

“You do!” he argues 

“Franklin” you open the fridge and pull out the lemonade you made recently 

“Alright shit,” he throws his hands up “have dinner with me next weekend” 

You look at him before responding “no” 

“Why not?” 

“Because you and Ta..” 

He points his fingers at you “Don't you mention that girl!” he warns

You shrug “Okay well the answer still remains no”

“But why?” 

“Why do you wanna go out with me? We don't even hang out!” 

He smiles “You got a pretty smile, you smart as hell, there’s something about you and i wanna find out more” You give him a deadpan face, “come on what a guy gotta do to get you to go out with them?”  You shrug in response because you honestly didn’t know either “Come on please” 

“Here” you say handing him the lemonade

You look at him for a few moments still not saying anything weighing out your options, you could go out with him, and sabotage the date and then bam 

“Y/N” he calls you bringing you out of your thoughts

“Yeaaa” you respond happily that you have a solution to your problem 

“I would love to have dinner with you. May I please take you out to dinner?” 

You continue to look at him a smile starting to form on your face. “Hmm?”  He asks smiling 

You look up at the ceiling then him take in a deep breath “Sure” 

“That was it? I just had to ask you properly and shit” he asks in disbelief 

“No that wasn’t it” you weren’t going to tell him about testing  him seeing how he reacted to you saying no, a man like him you need to see if he had a hot temper,

He points behind him with his thumb “I just asked you out like a minute ago and you said no” 

“No” you leaned in  moving closer to his face “you commanded me to go out with you and i don’t do commands” 

“Yes ma'am” he whispered looking at your lips then back at you, biting his lip

You straighten up “I wanna be home before midnight!” you add

“Yes ma'am!” he grins

“Where are we going?” 

He stands up from his stool towering over you “Damn woman let me plan, i got this i'm a man after all!” 

“Okay, man”  

“I’ll be here by 7 we’ll have reservations for 8 you just worry about getting pretty for me” 

You roll your eyes “okay.” 

And bring that smile he says before opening the door to leave

You pull your lips in and nod trying to hide your smile. You hear him chuckle before leaving 

You can’t help but replay Harmony’s comment, you had to live your life, one way you were gonna do that was by sabotaging the entire thing and the worst could happen was that he thought you were boring which actually could be to your advantage that way the men stop bugging you and so would Harmony.

You don’t say anything to Harmony but she finds out anyway, which made you suspect that Franklin went running his mouth. 

“Why the fuck aint you tell me you and Franklin got a date?” she asks as she walks into the house

“Because I wanted to keep it private” 

She rolls her eyes, “we’re best friends why aint you tell me?” 

“Incase nothing came of this date you know like we decide to not date” you shrug

“Girl please” she rolls her eyes “and why wont it?” she takes a seat on the couch 

You shrug “I dont know i’m just saying plus i’m not trying to hear it from Tasha again” 

“You know damn well him and Tee didn’t have a thing”

“I know they fucked I know that and he was probably telling her the same shit he telling me now” 

“He’s not.” she says 

“How do you know?” 

“I just do, if he approached you like he did Tasha you would have slapped that nigga”

“Wowwww okayyyy anyway I’m not tryna deal with his mama either” 

She moves and sits next to you  and wraps her arm around you pulling you in “How about we focus on right now and not the future, why not enjoy the moment for what it is and not ruin it by thinking about a future that might not happen. Hmm? How that sound?” 

You sigh heavily “fine” 

“So what you got to wear? This is so exciting!” 

You shrug “i’ll find something” 

She gives you a pointed look “Please dress up” 

“I will” 

“Good cuz i know how you like your jeans and shit” 

You sigh “I will dress uuuup” 

“Good!” she smiles

You smile back, you had actually planned to dress up but she gave you a good idea. Instead of waiting till dinner to sabotage why not start as soon as he arrives. 

As planned Franklin showed up to your doorstep at 7pm  you were expecting him to be late,  you smirk to yourself, ready to carry out your plan.  

“Hey!” you greet him as you open the door, in your usual jean, tee, sneaker combo 

“Hey gorgeous!”  he looks at your attire  expecting you to be semi dressed “I got these for you" he says handing you the bouquet of flowers

“Okay Casanova” he laughs “thanks for these you didn’t have to” 

“I wanted to” you smile in response and proceed to place the flowers in a vase “You came from the store or something?”

“No why?” He looks you up and down, this time making it obvious that he was analyzing you 

“Here” you say handing him a glass of cold cola 

He looks down at his watch “we still got sometime”

“For what?” 

“Before we gotta leave for our date!” 

“Oh! Yeaaaa” you look down and do your best to hide your smile, “i cant wear this?”

“No! I got on slacks and a button down” He motions to himself

You try not to laugh “oh i have nothing to wear Franklin, you told me to dress nice, this is nice no?” 

He huffs “shit we can go to the mall” and he stops as he sees you trying to hide your smile “stop fucking playing with me and go change” 

“I have nothing Franklin” you say a grin on your face 

“Y/N I’m not fucking with you go change!” 

You roll your eyes “you’re no fun” 

“You got 30 minutes you better hurry up or i'm carrying you in the car no matter how you look” he warns 

“Sir yes sir!”

You quickly change into the dress you had picked out, do your hair, dab makeup on your face, put your heels on and spray your perfume. You smile to yourself before walking out your room 

“Okay I'm ready!" you say "with only 3 minutes to spare!” 

He looks up at you and smiles “you look good”

“Thank you sergeant” you salute 

You hear him groan and try to suppress your giggle. The rest of the night follows suit, you do your best to just irritate him to where he refuses to deal with you again. 

“I got a question for you?” 

“I’m ready” you comment as you two eat your sunday at Baskin Robbins (which y’all i looked into this 4 scoop ice cream 4 topping was only $2! Can’t even get a scoop now for $2. 😭)

“Why you trying to sabotage our date?” 

He shocked you that’s for sure you weren’t expecting him to catch on “What are you talking about?" you feign ignorance 

“You don't think I don’t know you tryna get under my skin?” 

“Is it working?” you dig your spoon into the ice cream

He scoffs "No, in fact it's making me wanna see this thing through just to annoy you!" he looks at you intensely. You chuckle nervously in response “Come on, tell me why you trying to sabotage this?” 

“I..” you blush “I don’t know Franklin, what if we are just too different” you look down at the sunday 

“How you figure? I like to read too shit, i like to stay to myself too!” he moves his head to get your eye contact  “hmm?” 

You look up and then towards him you open your mouth to say something but can't think of a good reason 

“Hmm?” He tilts his head

You shrug “I don’t really know your world, how could i be a good match? I mean like what if....”

He interrupts you “My world? What I do to make money has nothing to do with who I am in a romantic relationship” he states

You take in a spoon full of icecream to gather your thoughts “How do you figure?” 

“Because one is business one is personal” 

“And you dont think theres a potential conflict of interest?”

“How would there be?” 

“You’re not two people”

“Nah but i  do a damn good job compartmentalising  when i'm with you its just that you and me, shit you aint seen me check my pager once and when i leave you and go handle business then thats what im doing”  

You nod and  remain silent thinking his explanation through 

“What else you got?” he jokes grinning at you 

“I... mm-mm” you shake your head

He leans in “Why don't you just admit that you scared!” 

“I’m not!” you lean back 

“Girl!” He pulls his lips to the side giving you the side eye “You be avoiding me, looking away, hiding when we in a party, you be waving and disappearing like you don’t want me to talk to you” 

You pull in your lips, blushing, looking  away 

“What you scared for? You scared of me?”

“No," you look at him I’m not scared of you, if i was i wouldn’t be here”

“So what is it?” 

“I just don’t wanna get caught up in the wrong person or thing so i just find it easier to focus on school, working, and staying outta some shit” 

“So, you saying I’m the wrong person?” 

“No, i’m saying that..” you feel the panic rise

He chuckles “I’m fuckin’ wit’chu girl i get it”

You release a sigh of relief. 

“Thanks Franklin” you smile as you look up at him after opening the door. “I hope you had a good time”

He smiles “I did I wanna do it again, without you trying to sabotage” 

“We can discuss that” 

He smacks his lips “you gonna make me beg again?” 

“No i meant we can talk about when the next date would be”  you giggle

“Ahh cool cool.” you two remain silent as you look at each other he reaches over and rubs his hands up and down your arms “You got goosebumps” 

“Yea is a little chilly tonight and you should get going its late”

He smirks “let me find out you care”

You roll your eyes, you place your hands on his cheeks softly before pulling him down. You kiss each cheek, before his lips “goodnight Franklin” you whisper 

He returns a kiss to your  forehead “goodnight gorgeous” 

You watch him get in the car before closing the door. You can’t help but smile to yourself. Even though your plan to sabotage didn’t work out, you are glad you went out tonight. You feel giddy inside thinking about the night's events, how he held your hand, how he would bite his lip while you talked, how he stared at you. It felt like you were under a microscope from time to time, it all felt genuine.

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𝗦𝗡𝗢𝗪𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝐈𝐕: An Angel of Death || Caius

“Now I am become Death.” ― The Bhagavad Gita

Summary: Caius' hunt for the children of the moon has begun, Felix is tasked with shadowing his every move though he comes to regret it.

Wordcount: 2597 words

!Warnings! This is the goriest thing I have written to date. If you are squeamish I would not recommend reading this. If you have a sensitivity towards animal abuse I would also steer clear seeing as though the werewolves are designed with quite wolfish features; it is easy to imagine a poor wolf. 

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𝐄𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲

SOUTHERN GERMANIA, 24 AD

“Listen,”

Hushed yet excited whispers quieted the second he spoke, his fellow hunters gathering around him, eagerly awaiting their orders. Their sixth hunt was soon at hand, over the last weeks he had assembled a hunting party worthy enough to aid in his mission. The excitement of it all glittered in their eyes, wide and bright as if the king were about to quench their thirsts after a hundred day sabbatical. Yes, he had trained them very well, as loyal and vicious as Caius wanted them to be.

Like dogs.

But then there was also Felix, tall and strong; always to his left.

The howls cut through the air as the moon climbed to its highest peak, and though the night was clouded it bathed the forested valley in a sheer glow. Claws gently scraped at the back of his nape, threatening to tear into the flesh at display there. For now the wind worked in their favour, for Caius could smell the rotting fur from their perch. The claws tore at his scalp, yanking his hair, but he resisted. Teeth ground together as he let the anticipation wash over him, shadows swirling at the corner of his eyes.

“Children of the moon,—”

A ridiculous name, but his brother had always had a fondness for theatrics. Had anyone consulted him he would have informed them the beasts did not deserve a name, too mindless for even such a distinction. Now as he listened to their calls he let himself imagine what they possibly could be communicating to one another. The world shifted, and with it the winds changed their direction. He frowned, their scents would carry far. In the distance the howls soured, the pitch reaching an excruciating high as frantic heartbeats joined the symphony. Panic had set in among the pack situated at the bottom of the valley.

“Like they are singing.” he breathed out, shoulders relaxing.

The bliss was short lived however, for another set of wolves joined in the chorus, the beasts foolishly thought sheer numbers would alter the course of fate. From the corner of his eyes he glimpsed a swirling pool of darkness among the trees, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Kill them.”

—

The sharp yelp always made something twist inside of him.

Felix felt the wolf relax in his grip, life slowly fading away as he lowered the body down to the forest floor; its eyes still trained on the moon that hung above. As he went to stand up he clutched his forearm with a hiss, the animal had left a deep gash that would certainly take the rest of the night to fully heal. A sigh raked his body as he looked beyond the trees.

It had been on Sulpicia’s orders that he had asked to be a member of the hunting party.

Her eyes had swam with fresh tears of rage that night, all on behalf of her dearest sister Athenodora. Caius could no longer be left to his own devices, and either Felix would join every hunt henceforth, or Aro’s wife would find a way to end this once and for all. It was not in his nature to betray his superior, but they all remembered the cracks that had littered Athenodora’s upper arms and ribs. So for the time being he would consider himself the champion of his very own Athena.

After all, killing had always been his talent.

His fellow comrades revelled in the hunt, and Felix saw how they unceremoniously tore the animals limb for limb; there would be nothing left to burn.

Closing his eyes he focused on his surroundings instead, seeking out Caius’ footsteps and quiet muttering through the roaring fires and terrified shrieks. Just beyond his eyesight his comrades were laughing. The group had cornered one of the youngest wolves, toying with it before going in for the kill. With a sneer he listened beyond the ruckus, and there, to the east he could hear the low song his leader had come to hum when he hunted. The sight that met him was the kind he had not even managed to conjure up in the nightmare he experienced as a human.

While Felix had taken down two wolves on his own, his superior had littered the small clearing with the bodies of his enemies. However, there had been no mercy shown to any animal who had crossed the generals path, children of the moon, wolves, deer, rabbits… they all lay in neatly piled heaps. In the midst of it all sat Caius, meticulously skinning the animals. Some of them Felix could even hear draw breath albeit painfully so. As the cheerful humming ended he finally looked at Caius, truly looked at him, and the sight would be one he would never forget in his immortal life.

Hair that had once been pure as snow was now caked with blood, parts dried into lumps beginning to fade into a dark brown. The eyes that stared back at him were devoid of the admirable authority Felix had come to associate with Caius, what was left was a white mask marred by dirt and blood. No words could properly convey what he felt in that moment, but in a split second he let himself mourn the man he had come to know as a mentor. What remained was a violent husk that removed one tooth from every wolf he worked on, only to thread them onto a carefully woven string at his waist. Caius wanted his men and enemies alike to understand what he was capable of.

Felix had to look away from it all as the sound of bones breaking filled the clearing, eyes downcast to a doe who lay mangled at his feet.

Their eyes, what had Caius done to their eyes?

Felix’s cloak had been brand new, but no longer did he remember  if the brilliant hue of crimson was due to excellent craftsmanship, or the blood that tainted it when he fell to his knees.

—

“We are on the precipice of greatness.” Caius began, all eyes on him once more. He had brought them to the clearing that now proudly presented the spoils they could bring home to mate and family alike. Every vampire would shoulder a new wolf pelt before winter set in. The stench of death and cinders excited him, a smile playing at his lips when he continued his address;

“We have hunted and starved these beasts to near extinction near our borders. They flee north and east, and we shall hunt them there too, until no diseased creature of the moon exists in our world. For no vampire can be safe as long as they live. These beasts feast on human flesh with gluttonous abandon, no better than the Dacian scum we seek to eradicate. We shall break their jaws, hack off their furs and orphan their young so they may face starvation. And all will know who it was who purged the world of this plight.”

He made a brief pause before he continued, looking to the starry skies, eyes alight with joy

“ Tonight we,—”

A silence fell upon the clearing, for Caius’ throat had closed up. His ferocity dwindled as he took in the scene before him. On the cliff they had occupied earlier in the night stood a great black beast, eyes blood red as it stared at him, presenting its teeth and showing a maw filled with yellow rot. Once more Caius felt those claws dig into his shoulders, jagged edges sawing into his crystallised flesh until it reached his very bones. Once more he saw those images of hearth and home consumed in darkness.

One remained.

The hunting party followed his line of sight, turning back to Caius with confusion in their eyes, looking to him for guidance on how to proceed with the great wolf. How pathetic, he had trained them himself and now they stood before him, the stench of fear spoiling their scents. Just as Caius was about to chastise them for their lack of reaction the beast turned and ran.

No rest,

No hesitation,

Caius pounced.

Two guards were thrown to the wayside as he barreled through his men, both crying out before howling in pain at broken limbs and torn muscles. Their general paid them little mind as his eyes focused on the horizon that now  bled crimson, into those murky depths the wolf had disappeared and he would find it .Though Felix shouted for him to return, he did not listen.

For how far he ran he did not know, the trees blurring as he clumsily made his way down the valley. The wolf was just ahead, fumbling through the darkness and leading him farther down the hill. In a moment of weakness his prey fell, awarding him enough time to latch on to the fur, a victorious roar ringing out through the forest as Caius dug his fingers into the thick coat of the beast.

In that moment his ears began ringing, a terrible rumble that pulsated throughout his head. The earth beneath his feet crumbled, until there was no solid ground for Caius to stand on. Above him the trees caved, free falling and forcing both him and his prey to the ground. A choked shout tore its way from his lungs, but that was when the darkness descended upon the two of them. Due to sheer instinct Caius clutched the beast in his arms, face hidden away in the damp fur that smelled of copper and something else. The world was closing in, hell bent on burying him in this tomb of earth and darkness. Still, all Caius could truly focus on was the beast, unmoving as it tumbled with him until they both came to a halt.

It was finally quiet.

Even with his superior eyesight Caius could see nothing but darkness and one red eye, the other half of the beast’s head had split open, its insides bared for him to stare at for an eternity. It did not take long for the maggots and worms to crawl into the cadaver.. He felt a sense of grief wash over him, this would not be considered his kill. Dirt filled his lungs as Caius hacked and coughed, fingernails desperately cutting through the stone and earth without moving an inch. The beast was still scorching hot, and judging by the wetness on his fingers, it had been torn open by either him or the elements that had buried them.

The scream he let out would only be for Gaia to hear.

—

It was Felix who found the two of them.

He had split open the very earth itself in order to dig him out from what surely could have been his end. And as Caius rose he still clutched the rotting beast to his chest, fingers digging into the fur so firmly he pierced its skin. There must have been no way to discern where Caius began and the beast ended, for his guards eyes could not focus. Darting from his legs to his head in a bewildered manner.

Besides them Felix had put down a torch, its harsh light not illuminating much of their surroundings. But Caius could see well enough that the area had been drastically changed, for great rocks and mud clung to the side of the valley along with broken trees. In the distance he could see how his men had begun creating pyres, an observation that made him drop the broken creature that was nestled in his arms.

“ Caius,—”

“Not a word of this to anyone Felix.”

“Why are you,—”

The question died on his executioner's lips, for Caius wrenched the torch from its place and threw it at the corpse that lay beneath him. Fire quickly engulfed the beast, its fur searing as it curled in on itself, releasing a pungent smell into the air.

“We wait until it is gone.”

Felix’s silence spoke louder than words, he would stay with his general until the very last trace of the beast was gone from this world. And though his expression was one of disgust and confusion, Caius could not bring himself to care for the other vampire in that moment. The two of them watched until the fire was but an ember in the night, fog rolling into the valley as Caius finally felt like he could breathe properly. They stood there for what felt like an eternity, until the general finally felt his body bend to his will.

—

Their return was met with little fanfare, Caius noted how some of his men had even escaped into the night, there would be no mercy shown to deserters. The two of them came to a halt atop the cliff he had seen the beast on in the first place, the very thought of those red eyes sent a shiver down his spine. Snow no longer tumbled down around them, instead the sky had taken on a sickly red hue that made it difficult to assess the aftermath of what had taken place. Some of his trophies had been carried  away by the slide, honouring the beasts with a  burial they did not deserve. His expression soured as he took a deep breath to calm his nerves, once more he felt sharpened claws dig into his neck.

Nothing of this night would be brought back to Volaterrea.

“Hack their limbs off, count them and set it all ablaze.”

“Sir—”

“ Felix. ”

Though his back was turned to the guard Caius could sense on the soft breeze that Felix had straightened up, shoulders square and tense. The man had followed Caius as a loyal hound since he whisked him away from the fighting pits, and he would not tolerate insubordination — not tonight. A firm nod was all the king needed as confirmation, his second would make sure that every single one of the mangled bodies would go up in smoke. Another shift in the air and Felix was gone, joining his fellow guards below as Caius looked out across what remained of the forest.

Caius peered over the edge of the cliff, though a fog had enveloped the forest in a mournful shroud he could make out how his guards prepared to perform their duties. Flint and Iron struck, sparks dancing as his guards kept a safe distance; torches prepared. Just as the fire took hold the fog finally parted and the full moon now hung low in the sky. Its eerie red hue made every scar of his itch and burn, how Caius had grown to detest the moon. Soon enough the sound of flesh and bone being torn apart filled the air, what remained of the beasts seared on the open fires as their existence was reduced to nothing.

The pyres multiplied, spreading through the forest as guiding lights for the forlorn and dispossessed.

But here they would only find death.

—

Caius hunted the werewolves for decades, a man obsessed with his thirst for violence, torture and death; one he was unable to quench no matter how much blood stained his hands. Perhaps it had been the moirai who had spun their threads and guided him to a new purpose in death, but the brutal king would never dwell on it for long ― for the high of victory clouded his senses until the world was stained with the blood of the moon's children.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; Thank you so much for your patience.

#Caius Volturi #Caius Volturi Imagine #Twilight #Snowfall Saga #TW Blood #TW Body Horror #TW Gore #TW Violence #Dead Dove Do Not Eat

[crazy-fangirl2524]

Kevin Day listens to classical music to fall asleep when he can’t (or to chase away nightmares)

#yes Nora mentioned in the EC Kevin listens to classical music and I believe it calms him #indulgent hc by me because I can’t fall asleep rn and I’m listening to some music on repeat and I’m just thinking #which foxes will do it #Andrew and Neil won’t cuz it will cover footstep sounds and it will make them paranoid that they will miss out important sounds so not them #I mean I can see any other foxes doing it but like do they need it? #cant see any foxes having serious insomnia (except for Andrew and Neil) #but just imagine Kevin day needing to hear classical music to be able to fall asleep #becaus even when he closes his eyes he will still be able to hear the music and that will tell him how he’s no longer in the nest #because ofc riko and the master won’t let him listen to classical music to fall asleep #okay but all the foxes are so sleep deprived and tired there’s no way they can’t sleep #BUT let me be indulgent okay maybe Kevin has a hard time to fall asleep (but he’s a deep sleeper lucky him) so that’s why he’s so hard to wa #wake up #but just okay imagije sometimes Kevin cant sleep but exy videos and history will wake him up so he just play some classical music #and boom he can relax and slowly fall asleep #since then he listen to it to fall asleep (whenever he doesn’t feel too sleepy and tired or when he can feel it’s a bad day and there will b #be nightmares) #or who knows maybe Kevin day will branch out and listen to like um idk music type but those chill soothing (NOT LOFI I HATE USING MUSIC WITH #BEATS TO SLEEP) maybe just those soothing calm music and then wow he loves it and boom he listen to those to fall asleep #this is me completely projecting on Kevin day rn #btw I’m listening to snowfall on loop to try to fall asleep but it’s already 4:30am lmao #also I’m so weird I need to play just one song the entire night to fall asleep like the soothing repetitive pattern helps me fall asleep #I’ve told my frds about it and apparently I’m the ONLY one that does this none of my frds like playing a song on repeat so ig I’m weird #or it’s my insomnia but anyways #therefore I also believe Kevin day will play this one song on repeat the entire night to try to fall asleep #also I have a playlist just for sleeping and every night I choose one song to put on loop to sleep to it (there’s only a handful of songs I #I can fall asleep to so yeah I beleiev this is the exact same case with Kevin Idc #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court

[quibbs126]

Something I just thought of, and correct me if I’m wrong, but the Tropical Fruit Dragons we see have taken on Cookie form because the areas they inhabit/possibly the world has been getting weaker, and it now takes a lot energy to stay in their dragon forms, only using them sparingly and having to take on these smaller, weaker ones the rest of the time. Or at least that’s what I understand from Pitaya

My question is, we can assume the North and South Dragons from the Dark Cacao Kingdom Are in Dragon form Right now, yeah? I mean, technically nothing tells us one way or the other, but given The Sorrow of Dark Cacao Cookie shows them in dragon form, I have to assume they are (though I suppose it could simply be for visual cues but regardless). What then about the Dark Cacao Kingdom is keeping them so powerful that they can retain these forms?

Maybe I’m overthinking this, I mean I know Dragon’s Valley has dragons in it that keep their normal form, so perhaps it only affects those of a certain power, but also at the same time, these two dragons likely were at a similar power level to Pitaya, given that their fighting was destroying the land, as well as the significance of Dark Cacao stopping their fighting

There’s also the Red Velvet Dragon, but I’m pretty sure that’s a Cake creation, and thus those same rules don’t apply

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #black dragon of the north #white dragon of the south #dark cacao kingdom #dark cacao cookie #pitaya dragon cookie #just something I thought of that I wanted to question #oh wait perhaps the reason could be because this seems to be where Frost Queen resides #Snowfall Village seems to be part of the Dark Cacao Kingdom so I imagine her castle isn’t too far off and in the region #I was going to say that none of the other dragons share an area with an elemental Legendary so you couldn’t prove otherwise #but then I remembered Fire Spirit and Pitaya both live in Dragon’s Valley #so maybe not #but perhaps now that her castle is melting this means that this latent power of the land is waning #and we could see the twin dragons in Cookie form #or at least see them in the game #they seem important at least to the Dark Cacao Kingdom #and we got to see Pitaya who’s important to the Hollyberry Kingdom #I don’t know where I was going with this #I think I just want to see them #questions

[prismatica-the-strange]

Send me some ideas for Bernard and Charity one shots, I wanna get some written and queued for November/December while I have a mini hyperfiction for him

#le seasonal F/Os have arrived #snowfall sweethearts ☕❄️ #Bernard the elf #self ship imagines #self shipping #prisma self ships