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my-castles-crumbling · 5 months

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Remus and James gift shopping for Sirius and Regulus and vice versa

I took a few creative liberties but this was SO MUCH FUN!

“This is impossible,” Regulus murmured, very tempted to slam his head against a nearby wall.

“James will like whatever you get him,” Sirius complained, throwing his hands up. “Remus is impossible! He only likes sweaters and books and he has a million of both!”

“Remus saves every single tissue you blow into. He’ll treasure whatever you wrap up. James has more money than he knows what to do with. What am I supposed to get him that he doesn’t already have?” Regulus shot back.

They both stood in the Muggle street, back-to-back, staring around the stores.

“Why the fuck did we go to a Muggle shopping area?” Regulus griped after a moment of silence.

Sirius shrugged helplessly. “It was supposed to be cute,” he murmured. “Like…original, or something.”

Regulus scoffed. “Let’s go,” he ordered decisively, and started dragging Sirius away.

But Sirius froze and pointed towards a small, brightly-decorated shop that looked like the advertising was aimed towards five-year-olds. “Reg, look!”

“Sirius…absolutely not.”

“C’mon, Reggie! It’s cute! Festive!”

“No, Sirius, I-”

“If you don’t come with me, I’ll tell James about that sweater you have stashed under your bed. You know, the one you stole from him and now you cuddle with every-” Sirius threatened, a devilish grin on his face.

“Fine!” Regulus agreed, trying not to turn pale. Asshole.

Two identical packages lay under the tree Christmas morning. One addressed to Remus and the other addressed to James.

Regulus tried not to stare at them.

“Alright, these are for you two!” Sirius said happily, gesturing to the two boxes and then to Remus and James.

Regulus tried not to hit him.

Paper was torn. Boxes opened. And inside…

“....Mugs?”

Regulus could see Remus’s lips quiver as he tried not to smile at his mug.

“We painted them, Moony!” Sirius exclaimed, with the air of a child finally able to discuss a very thrilling secret.

It was true. Sirius had blackmailed Regulus into painting mugs together in a small pottery painting shop. The experience had been rather tortuous for Regulus- to curb Sirius’s energy was difficult in a normal setting, let alone a place with so many breakable items. Indeed, Sirius was still washing paint out of his hair.

“It’s beautiful, Padfoot,” Remus grinned, looking over his mug.

Sirius immediately glowed and began pointing out all of the things he had crammed onto the mug- pictures of wolves and dogs and stars and moons and books and chocolate and so much more, all looking as though a toddler had fingerpainted it.

Remus, of course, looked no less than thrilled, nodding along and asking appropriate questions as Sirius prattled on.

James, however, was examining his mug with a very different expression.

Regulus had gone for a somewhat different approach. He’d painted the mug a deep black and painstakingly plotted out each of the stars on the Leo constellation, then taken hours to illustrate the constellation with the smallest brush he could find. The only star that was not white was Regulus- the heart of Leo.

“It’s you…and me…” Regulus explained softly to James, feeling very self-conscious. James stayed silent, turning the mug over and over in his hand, still staring. Regulus felt pressured to continue. “I know you don’t drink a lot of tea or coffee but Sirius insisted that this was original and I thought maybe this was an okay idea because, you know, you’re like the lion…because of Gryffindor…and I’m, you know…Regulus. Heart…of the lion…”

But then James looked up at him, tears in his eyes, and he trailed off, his stomach like lead. Did James hate it that much? Had he fucked up that bad? Oh, gods, was James going to break up with him? Fuck, fuck, fuck-

“It’s perfect,” James whispered reverently.

And damn, he looked amazed. He looked at Regulus like he was…in love.

And before he knew it, Regulus felt himself pulled into a kiss.

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mysteryshoptls · 7 months

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SSR Jack Howl - Platinum Jacket Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Jack: Oh, this painting has wolves in the snow chasing an intruder that was romping through their territory. Very brave of them.

Jack: And this painting… Ah, it's a wolf that raised an orphaned baby. Didn't know one did that.

Jack: There's so many wolves to be proud of.

Jack: ―Ah, oops. I can't help lingering whenever I see a painting of wolves. Since they invited me all the way out here, I should take a look at the other stuff as well.

Jack: Hm? What's that painting of those animals over there…?

???: Oho? This is quite the tasteful art piece.

Jack: Oh you're… Malleus-senpai. So, you like this one, too?

Malleus: Indeed. It is truly a scene to behold that I could not help myself stopping before it.

Malleus: The sight of the baboon walking through the throng of animals, all whom have their heads bowed, is majestic and beautiful… Whatever could they be doing there?

Jack: I think this is… Yeah, a depiction of when all the animals gathered to celebrate the birth of their prince.

Jack: The baboon in the center there was respected by all the other animals as a real capable sorcerer.

Jack: Not only was he an amazing mage, he was also good at drawing, and was real strong, too.

Jack: Don't you think that's amazing? It's only natural that he'd remain in the history books, especially being that skilled.

Malleus: True, those with exceptional talents have a charming tendency to attract the attention of others.

Malleus: And you, Howl, seem to have quite the font of knowledge, with how you to readily are able to answer my queries...

Jack: Heh, I just a thing or two about the history of animals, since I'm a beastman, and all. Back when I was a kid, I'd have a ton of picture books, and I'd hear all about them.

Jack: But I think it was the tales of the King of Beasts that really made me actually go to the library and want to study more on it.

Jack: Take the fact that he was the leader of his pride. He must've been a head above everyone else in all his abilities.

Malleus: Heh… I'm certain that was the case. At any rate, it sounds to me as though this conversation has lit a fire inside of you.

Malleus: You seem to have some form of attachment to the King of Beasts.

Jack: I wouldn't say attachment… I just respect the way he pursued his life.

Malleus: Respect, I see. Well then, have you ever thought of seizing the position of pack leader as the King of Beasts did?

Jack: Nah. I don't like being part of a pack, and I'm not one for leadership.

Malleus: Oho? I was under the impression that wolves hunted in packs.

Jack: If we have the same end goal, sure, I'll team up with whoever. But it's not like I'll obediently wag my tail for everyone.

Jack: A pack leader needs to be wiser and more responsible than anyone else.

Jack: If the guy at the top makes the wrong judgement, then everyone else will suffer.

Malleus: So, you consider "wisdom" to be the key trait of a leader?

Jack: I mean, it's not enough to just be wise. They also have to be physically strong. There are folk out there that'll use sly and cowardly methods to do what they want.

Jack: If they don't have the strength to completely crush 'em down, they're not worthy of that spot at the top.

Malleus: Heh… You sure do tout some lofty expectations, Howl.

Jack: I just don't like compromising. And, since these are expectations, there'd be no point into setting them so low in the first place.

Jack: Sometimes people say I'm overly conscious, or a pain to deal with, but… So what?

Jack: No matter what anyone else might say, I follow what I believe in. I decided that long ago.

Malleus: Heh, I see that you're a rather stubborn one, Howl. However, I cannot say that pride is a terrible thing to have.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Jack: So, this museum also has a painting of a young lady wishing at a well, huh.

Jack: Back home… I mean, in the Shaftlands, you'd see this pretty much everywhere, but it's been a while since I've laid eyes on one, myself.

Malleus: Hm? Is this painting that well known in the Shaftlands?

Jack: Not really this painting, so much as the actual story behind it. To the point where you'd see artwork based on it displayed all over the country.

Jack: You'll get people tryin' to make a wish in the well like she does, too.

Jack: My little sister'll run to a well every time she sees one. Not like there's any proof that it'll grant her wish, but she still does.

Malleus: You make it sound as though you've never wished upon a well, Howl.

Jack: Uh, well… I did try when I was a kid… But only once.

Malleus: Oho, and why was that?

Jack: At the moment I tried to cast my wish, I fell into the well…

Jack: At the time, I was a little too short to look over the edge of the well. So, I tried to hoist myself over the rim, but I put a little too much oomph into it.

Jack: It was an old well, so there wasn't any water, but a huge pile of fallen leaves, so I didn't get hurt… But it did startle me pretty bad then.

Jack: On top of that, that well was in the middle of the forest, where people didn't really walk past. No matter how hard I yelled, no one came by.

Malleus: What misfortune. However, as you are standing here before me today, I must assume that someone did indeed come and save you.

Jack: Nope, I got out by myself. Luckily, the inside of the well had real blocky walls, so I was able to use them as footholds as I climbed out.

Jack: But that definitely wasn't easy. Back then, I wasn't training or nothing, so I didn't really have any muscles, either.

Jack: I thought I was going to fall so many times, but somehow, I got out of there…

Jack: As soon as I got out of the well, I collapsed, 'cause I was so exhausted and just couldn't move for a while.

Jack: I really thought I was in a huge pinch there, but… At the same time, I was also a pretty impressed.

Malleus: Impressed…?

Jack: Yeah. I was having trouble just climbing up to the edge of the well in the first place, but then I was able to climb the whole well up to the surface.

Jack: I was able to do something that I didn't think I'd be able to do. That means that any wish can be granted…

Jack: SO LONG AS I HAVE STRENGTH AND MUSCLES!!!

Jack: So, basically, anytime I'd have extra time that would have otherwise been spent wishing on a well, I just worked out, instead.

Malleus: Fufu, you truly found an extreme approach… But I see. Essentially, this incident was not completely misfortunate.

Jack: Yeah, I'd say so. I think I'm how I am now, because of what happened there.

Jack: Now that I'm thinking of why I got into all this training, I kind of want to work out now.

Jack: When I get back to campus, I'm going to throw myself into my training even more, so that I can overcome anything I encounter with my own power!

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Jack: The Queen of Hearts, huh… I feel like I see her depicted alongside animals a lot.

Malleus: True. However, that is a rather unusual bird.

Malleus: It appears to be a flamingo; however I've never seen a lime green one in my life.

Jack: From what I heard, in the country that the Queen of Hearts ruled over there were flamingos of various colors, not just pink.

Jack: When Heartslabyul do their traditional croquet tournaments, they use magic to color the animals to match this tale.

Malleus: Oho? You certainly know much about this.

Jack: Me and those two from Ramshackle got invited by Ace and Deuce to play croquet with them, so…

Jack: It's just something I heard back then.

Jack: …Ugh, man. Talking about it reminded me of how I lost pretty bad then.

Malleus: Those in Heartslabyul are quite familiar with croquet. Is it not surprising to lose to them?

Jack: Even if I've never played it before, I'm usually pretty good at any sport I try. Only…

Jack: The croquet they play in Heartslabyul has real weird rules, and you need to get the animals to work with you.

Jack: During our game, the flamingo and hedgehogs were nervous only with me, so they didn't move like I was hoping they would.

Jack: They weren't scared of Grim and [Yuu], even though they were also playing with us...

Jack: The fact that I lost without being able to do anything really frustrates me.

Jack: Or more like… Can that game even be called a sport, in the first place?

Malleus: Certainly, I would agree that it is a far cry different from what one would consider an ordinary sport. I was also surprised when I first observed it.

Jack: You think so too, right!? It's just weird, needing to work alongside the animals like that...

Jack: Seeing that all the sport-loving types in my dorm haven't ever played it before…

Jack: I really don't think they could even be put in the same category. But I can't deny that I did lose the game.

Jack: When the next time comes that I play croquet with them, I can't show a terrible display like that again.

Jack: So that just means that I have to keep up in my Animal Linguistics classes!

Malleus: I see. So, ever since you lost, you've been continuing to improve yourself.

Malleus: They do say that the languages of smaller animals is rather difficult to absorb. Good for you, putting your all into even a mere game.

Jack: That's 'cause I don't want to lose the same game twice. Next time, I'll make Ace and Deuce lose face.

Malleus: Fufu, I shall hope for your efforts to be successful.

Malleus: ―Well then, I shall make my way to a different exhibit. You should also make an effort to look at some more of your favorite paintings.

Jack: …There he goes. He just does his own thing, huh? I really don't know what goes through his head.

Jack: Well, whatever. I guess I'll head towards another exhibit too. …Hm? This painting…

Jack: Ah, a lion prince, and his hornbill attendant. Heh, how can such a pathetic lookin' lion really become king?

Jack: I'll only ever accept someone strong. If they're to be king, they need to have the power to crush all greedy and sleazy people down.

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thygoddessouijathicc · 6 months

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Bishop Edibility Tierlist; A very deeply serious essay about which bishop would taste the best if you had to eat one of them for any reason

Aight, 88% of you voted in favour of this being released, so this is on you. This blood is on YOUR hands. Just remember that as you read this.

So you all remember that essay I did about how the bishops all had some kinda trauma or different reactions to purgatory and shit and how that was such a serious thing analyzing dialogue and reactions and stuff-?

Well there are TWO wolves inside of me, and one of them writes serious researched essays, it’s time you meet the other.

To preface this, this essay is entirely a joke please don’t take any word of this seriously.

To start with, technically anything is edible if you try hard enough, sometimes only once but I digress, however some things are more appetizing than others.

For this essay we will be taking evidence from canon in some cases on things you can eat, but assuming that this only means these things are more appetizing in this world, not that anything you can’t feast upon very specifically in the game is somehow inedible. Meat is meat.

Also Narinder will be referred to as a bishop because he was one.

Ok let’s start our list.

At the absolute bottom of the edibility tierlist is Narinder. Narinder is a cat. While technically cats are indeed edible by the laws of meat is meat, cats hold a special place in the hearts of many including myself.

But to be honest the real reason that Narinder holds this spot is meat quantity and quality of him specifically. Narinder, holds very little meat. Sure he has a head, but his arms are skeletal and it’s safe to assume possibly a lot of the rest of his body tis also but frail bone. Possibly what is not could also be rotten if he’s that kind of god of death that qualifies as a corpse. And while meat is meat, Narinder not only has very little, but what he does have may be poor quality. This cements him in the shameful bottom spot.

He’s also a-

Moving on, next, quite regrettably, is Leshy. Leshy is a major jump in quality from Narinder.

We don’t know much about bushworms or their anatomy but what we do know, is Leshy is dummy thicc, this means he has a large quantity of meat.

Unfortunately Leshy is also a worm which isn’t exactly the most appetizing creature to put in your gaping maw so that docks him a few points.

However the true reason he cannot be higher is that depending on your read of his anatomy, Leshy could qualify as a salad, and EWWWWW VEGITALS!!! 🤢🤮🤮

Moving on to the “would eat again category” we start with Heket.

Now it should not be news to anyone that frogs are edible, especially to French people. But I don’t believe in French people, they aren’t real. Anyway as I’m saying, you can eat frogs to your hearts content!

There are sanitation issues with Anura apparently being super gross which docks some points but overall, Heket is a solid option.

Now we’ve reached “ok hear me out” territory with Shamura.

Spiders are a major food source in cult of the lamb. Which is a bit questionable for a few reasons, including that there are multiple spider characters and Webber exists but also small spiders on the ground which seem to be a separate species which raises a lot of questions possibly best gone unanswered.

What really matters is what you can do with the small spiders you find around, you can chase them down and when you catch them, they drop meat. My friends have told me that this means I’m just taking meat they are holding, after all you can get berries if the spider has taken them.

What I say to this is: but the idea of lamb running around at night and picking up whole large spiders off the ground and feeding them to their followers is fucking hilarious, and also they always drop the same meat and never berries unless they have picked them up. You’d think if I’m just taking what they have and they will eat berries as well as meat, that I’d get berries more often. Nay, only when picked up from my farms.

This leads to the only possible conclusion being that people in the cult of the lamb universe feed often on spiders, that’s right, Helob eating followers is VENGEANCE.

So, we have established spiders are very edible in cult of the lamb, and you know what Shamura is? A giant fucking spider. They are edible, I rest my case.

Now let’s move on to first place oh boy who is it, probably who you should have expected, Kallamar.

His name sounds like Calamari to start with and not only can you eat squids in real life, you can in the game (similar weird separate species thing with spiders only in this case it’s more definitive that you can very much eat the squids themselves.)

Kallamar would also likely cry if you proclaimed your desire to consume him, misery not only makes meat better but his tears could be seasoning!

Not even to mention the fact that after beating him, it would be a moment of victoriousness and pure vindictive nature, to proceed to eat Kallamar, and vindictive nature is something I most definitely do not lack as I cuss out bishops every time I see the statues after I beat them.

Squids also don’t have many bones so unlike the others who you’d have to spend an extensive time processing before eating, Kallamar would be easy and his bones make up very little of his composition.

In conclusion, why did you read this whole essay it’s not even that funny.

And those of you who voted to have this released. Are you happy?

Are you not entertained!?

#cult of the lamb shamura #cult of the lamb kallamar #cult of the lamb heket #cult of the lamb narinder #cult of the lamb leshy #cult of the lamb #COTL #cotl heket #cotl narinder #cotl leshy #cotl shamura #cotl kallamar #bishop shamura #bishop heket #bishop leshy #bishop kallamar #bishop narinder

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kkumawrites · 11 months

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Chapter Two no content warnings wc: 2.2k

To Seungcheol’s surprise he was indeed able to get his pack to campus in one piece AND on time. I deserve a reward, he thought while he shooed the others off to their classes.

“Ugh, why did you make me sign up for a 9am class,” Jeonghan complained as he walked beside Seungcheol with Joshua on his other side.

“Because if you have a class with me I can make sure you actually go,” Jeonghan rolled his eyes, huffing out an annoyed scoff.

“I can take care of myself perfectly fine,”

“Can you though?”

Before a fight could break out between the second and third eldest, a sudden sweet scent invades all of their senses and it’s quick to reduce them into drooling wolves. Their heads pop up to try to see where the smell of subtle strawberries and vanilla is coming from but they’re unable to spot you in the sea of people that were walking by. The three were too intoxicated to pinpoint you in the crowd, which would have normally been easy for them had they not been so distracted. Joshua was practically drooling and Jeonghan was swaying slightly as if he were drunk. Seungcheol feels his heart grow heavy, a sudden weight pressing against it as you walk away, unseen by the three.

He is the first to snap out of it however, sirens ringing loudly in his head as he decides the smell is dangerous. Why else would his heart suddenly hurt? Jeonghan however, takes a step, desperate to locate the source of the smell. Joshua would have followed him if it hadn’t been for Seungcheol, who pulls the other back before he can chase after whatever it is. Jeonghan lets out an annoyed growl from his chest, clearly upset about being interrupted. The leader is slightly taken aback before rolling his eyes at the disobeying wolf.

“Don’t give me that. We don’t know what is causing that smell. It could very well be a trap,” Seungcheol speaks rationally much to the other two’s dismay. “Keep an eye out okay? Our job is to protect the younger ones, now come on, we’re gonna be late to class,”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes but agrees with their leader, knowing that until they knew exactly what the source of the smell is, it was safer to be cautious. So he pushes back his wolf’s urge to just make a run for it, to just bury his nose deep into the scent. Joshua and Jeonghan walk ahead, making their way towards the classroom as Seungcheol lingers behind for just a second, taking a rather large whiff of the still lingering scent. He then sends out a message to the rest of his pack before following his other two brothers.

Meeting at lunch, the usual spot ────── 〔✿〕──────

Jun, Soonyoung, Jihoon and Wonwoo make eye contact with each other from their seats as they hear Seungcheols voice inside their heads. Jihoon’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what on earth could have happened to the hyungs to suddenly call an impromptu meeting?

It isn’t until you’re walking into the lecture hall, that they understand just what this meeting might be about. You make your way to a seat, preferring to be somewhere in the middle so that you could blend in and hopefully go mostly unnoticed. That doesn’t seem to work though as you feel four sets of eyes practically burning a hole in your back. Curiosity wins in the end as you turn around, making eye contact with Wonwoo. Your head tilts as you look at him, wondering why he was even staring at you in the first place.

Wonwoo however can’t look away, seemingly not even embarrassed at being caught staring. He’s completely entranced by your strange gray toned, cat-like eyes and the way your lips curled up slightly at the ends. And when you give him a sweet, although somewhat confused smile, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone more beautiful than you.

You don’t notice the disappointed look in his eyes when you finally turn away, pulling out your laptop as class begins. You try your best to focus but it’s hard when you know that four different people keep stealing glances at you and by the end of the class you all but bolt from the room, kinda scared that they were gonna confront you. Although you didn’t know WHY they were staring at you, you just weren’t in the mood for four boys. Scratch that. Four werewolves.

You pride yourself on your sharp nose so it didn’t take you long to recognize the smell. Although it was rather weird, normally you hated the smell of werewolves, the scent being something akin to a wet dog. Yet, there was something different about these boys…they had smelled rather good, almost as if begging you to come closer.

Your curiosity had been piqued to say the least and you couldn’t help yourself from wanting to seek out their pack leader. Which is exactly, what you’re gonna do. ────── 〔✿〕──────

The maknae’s are the first to arrive, knocking wildly on the door to a random abandoned classroom the pack had randomly claimed for themselves. It came in handy for any of the boys if they needed to get away from anything. No one ever really came to this part of the campus, so it was the perfect hideout for a bunch of supernatural boys.

“Hyung, hyung, hyung! What is that smell??” Chan is the first to ask, his eyes wide with pure curiosity and his nose twitches as he attempts to catch just another whiff of that intoxicating scent. Seungcheol simply sighs, motioning for the youngest to come inside who was followed very quickly by the 97’ line whose class was nearby.

It took about ten minutes for all twelve brothers to finally arrive and to get them to sit still in their seats. Seungcheol clears his throats, effectively silencing them and their eyes fall onto him with bated breaths.

“So, I’m sure all of you have smelt it by now and I know it is very tempting but please, I ask you to not go after it. We are still unsure of what it is, so until we know I want you all to stay away,” Seungcheol says in a stern voice, wanting to get the point across, especially to the ones who don’t listen to rules that well.

Soonyoung raised his hand (for once), which Seungcheol appreciated, he let the other speak.

“It’s a girl,”

At this chaos breaks out, all of them talking over one another.

“Wait what??? It’s a girl?!” “How do you know??” “She’s in our class, she smelled so good-”

“But WHY does she smell so good?”

“WAIT. Is she hot though??”” “She’s SO hot,”

“ENOUGH,” Seungcheol yells to gain some control over the meeting. “Jihoon, can you explain what happened in class,”

“I mean nothing really happened. We got your message about the meeting and were confused on what you could be calling a meeting for but then she walks in and man, does her scent just hit you like a truck. She sat in the middle of the lecture hall and just took notes all class, it was hard to focus on anything to be honest,”

“Do you think she’s our mate?” Mingyu speaks up and causes everyone to look over at him. Most of the pack seem to agree with him, big smiles on their faces as they think about their possible mate.

“I don’t think so, Jihoon did you imprint?” “No but-” “Jun?” “No,” “Soonyoung?”

“No…..” “Hyung! Maybe they didn’t look her in the eyes!”

“Fine! Did any of you look her in the eyes?”

“I did,” Wonwoo says, remembering that moment he had caught your eyes just before class. The memory alone sends a shiver down his spine at the thought of how you had practically bewitched him with a single glance. His pack turns to face him, all eager to hear what happened after, the thought of finally finding their mate was overpowering. Wonwoo sighs, running a hand through his hair, frustrated at the fact that nothing had happened. “No, I’m sorry guys. I didn’t imprint,” At this the atmosphere in the room turned gloomy, disappointment was thick in the air.

“There you have it, she’s not our mate, so get it out of your heads that-” “Just because we haven’t imprinted yet doesn’t mean she isn’t our mate,” Jeonghan says matter-of-factly.

“The likelihood of her being our mate is low, so you should just forget about it,” Seungcheol says, brushing off the second eldest with a shake of his head. “Then explain why she smells so enticing to us!” Jeonghan almost growled, getting frustrated with Seungcheol’s blatant denial.

“I don’t know! She could be like a witch or something, trying to lure us,” “Hyung, can’t we just talk to her or something? Maybe we can find out if she’s our mate,”

“Yeah! We’ve been waiting so long, isn’t there a good possibility she’s our mate?”

“ENOUGH,” Seungcheol yells and slams his fists down onto the desk. “I don’t wanna hear another word about her being our mate. We do not know why she smells good, just know that it’s probably for a bad reason. This discussion is over, go to your afternoon classes,” With that he storms out of the classroom, leaving behind his slightly baffled brothers.

Seungcheol stalks down the abandoned hallway, fingers curling into fists as he tries to control his anger. He knows he shouldn’t be mad at them, that there was nothing wrong with being curious about their mate. They’ve waited so long…HE’S waited so long. He wants to meet his mate, he does. He wants that special moment when he lays eyes on her and his heart just knows that she’s the one. So what’s holding you back then? His wolf questions him, taunting him to face the truth.

He doesn’t get the chance to as the smell of soft subtle vanilla hits his nose, his head jerks up and he makes eye contact with the one person he doesn’t want to see. You’re standing just a few inches away from him, a deceptively innocent look upon your face but your smile gives away your more mischievous intent.

He hates how he can’t take his eyes off of you, how he notices that you have a tiny dimple on the left side of your face or how he wants to bury his nose into the crook of your neck. Your giggle brings him out of his thoughts.

“How nice! I didn’t know they let werewolves go here. We love some diversity!” You had meant to come off playful but with how heated Seungcheol had just been, it does not come across that way to him. Instead he can now convince himself that you are a threat and his priority will always be to protect his brothers.

That’s how you find yourself pressed into the wall, Seungcheol’s hands on either side of your head, effectively preventing you from running away. He had expected you to suddenly cower or maybe even bare your neck in submission but no; you had the gall to smirk at him and a more sultry giggle emits from your lips.

“Just who the fuck are you,” He snarls at you, searching your eyes for an answer but he finds nothing but a devious glint in them. You put your arms up in faux defense, pretending to be innocent.

“Oops, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you there, no need to go all big bad alpha on me. I promise I’m not the bad guy,” If possible the growl in his chest becomes deeper and it sends a shiver down your spine, though you’re not entirely sure if it was in a good or bad way. You knew you were playing with fire but you couldn’t help it, you had a bad habit of being sarcastic and your attitude had certainly gotten you in quite a lot of trouble in high school.

“Look, I could care less about whatever the fuck you are or wherever you came from. But let’s get one thing straight. You leave me and my brothers alone and we won’t have a problem. So do me a favor and quit it with whatever the fuck you’re doing with your scent ok? Don’t make me tell you again,” He doesn’t even give you a chance to reply, nor does he see your playful look turn into a confused one at the mention of your smell. Instead he stomps off, in no mood to even go to his afternoon classes.

You on the other hand are left standing in this abandoned hallway, slightly dazed in confusement over his last words to you. Did your scent affect him? It sounds like it didn’t just affect him but his entire pack. The sudden realization hits you hard and your face turns pale, shaking your head in denial. No, there was just no way. You reluctantly take a good whiff of the air, his close proximity to you had left just enough of his scent behind. It was slightly minty and warm, like a good peppermint mocha during the winter. You wanted to practically bathe in his scent. Your gut twists and your heart starts to race. This was, so not happening.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen fic #seventeen series #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen reactions #seventeen scenarios #seventeen werewolf!au #seventeen smut #seventeen angst #seventeen x yn

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bedeviledcowboy · 1 year

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Blood of a Servant

Renfield x gn!reader 18+

> kinks: light dom/sub, jk very heavy dom/sub, master/servant, begging, Renfield is a bottom, anal play, fingering male receiving, orgasm denial, etc.

Many thanks to @ashyyslashy for editing and proof reading! Go read their fic rn🔫🔫

Pure smut below the line, warning it’s a lot

Renfield had… messed up.

Why, he should know by now. He has three rules before sundown; One: Always keep their home tidy. Two: Lighting. Vampires may be all knowing, but they cannot see in the dark. Yes, better than a human, but not like a bat.. as some would assume.

And then there’s Number Three. Always have a willing victim. Always have blood.

Tonight, he’d forgotten the most important thing. Rule number Three; His master’s meal. He knew you, he knew you would not be… violent. You were benevolent, unlike Dracula was towards him when he failed at the only job he was strictly tasked to do. But, the disappointment from his new master felt somehow… even worse.

There was a tall tale about a wild pack of wolves in the area, the villagers were scared to go outside after dark. They’d locked themselves up inside, tidy and warm by their fireplaces, burning wood and roasting meat for supper.

What was most annoying was the fact that, as a half vampire, Renfield could enter someone’s home. But the question wasn’t could he enter, rather, would he.

Renfield knew if he broke into a home, stealing someone for his master’s supper, he’d cause more of a panic. And… well… his Master loved this small town. Its people and scenery paired well with your complexion. You did not want to leave. So, Renfield had to be extra careful.

He had a tendency to scare the locals. Being half crazy will do that. Occasionally.

“Renfield? Has the sun set?” Your voice called from beneath a thickly coated coffin.

“Yes, my master. It is safe to come out.”

Upon the sound of stone grinding against stone, Renfield quickly made his way to his master’s engraved holder and easily removed the lid. After shoving the lid away, his master rose from the dark. You stretched your arms out.

Before you could even usher a, “Good night,” Renfield was quick to spill his failures out onto the table.

“I am so sorry, master—you, you see, no one was outside! There are tales of a.. a wolf pack nearby. The villagers were all hiding. I could not fetch one for your feeding… I had to be careful. Master, you like it here and I could not bare with myself if I were the one to make you leave—”

You only stood, stretching your legs as you walked around on the marble floor of the newly taken castle. Renfield was still babbling on, reasons for which he had no blood, all of which caused butterflies to manifest in your stomach. He was sickly. Sickly sweet, to care so much. The fact that he understood that you, his master. appreciated the town, that you cared for its people and only drank from the subdued… you never killed, Renfield seemed pleased.

“Renfield,” You silenced him with a hand, long pointer finger covering his lips in a line. “I have no dinner. That is fine… I can just drink from you.”

At this, Renfield’s eyes widened. “Master… I do not believe… I would not fill you.” You snickered lightly, covering your mouth with a pale hand.

“Oh, Renfield…” You grabbed his face with thin fingers, pushing his jaw upwards, eyes on his throat. “You are correct. It does not fill me. But, you can satiate me come tomorrow. I will not starve with your blood. It is merely a placeholder for the next delivery I receive from you.”

Renfield let out a relieved sigh, before realizing what indeed his master was saying.

“Oh, master,” He closed his eyes tightly, grabbing a fistful of his collar and pulling it down to reveal more pale skin underneath. “I give you my blood. Take as much as you need.” His eyes looked wild, but he closed them as he tilted his head back. He let you take in more of him with your eyes.

“Have I ever told you you have a most beautiful neck?” His eyes opened with surprise at this comment before he felt the prick of fangs enter his skin. The sensation of the bite was enough to have him wince, before it was replaced by some strange, tingly feeling.

He’d only felt this once before. The night that Dracula had bitten him, the night he had become his slave. Though, this felt different. It was not entirely painful. He felt at ease. Perhaps almost… euphoric.

Excitement flooded his veins, eyes rolling back as his master’s tongue darted over the fresh wounds and suckled hungrily. He didn’t realize his pants had grown tight until your thigh slithered between his, pushing him up against the nearest wall.

“M-Master,” He whined quietly. “Please, oh please master…” Their mouth sucked at his skin, drinking up his blood that was dutifully flowing for them and only them. Renfield’s hands found purchase in a black, lace sleep-shirt, pulling at the texture and scrunching it up. Forgetting about the fabric, the two became entangled in their ways.

One enchantingly leeching, the other obsessively whining out pleads and cries of want and need.

“What is it that you need, Renfield?” His Master had spoken between the sucking of his skin, no longer just lapping up the crimson staining his collarbone. You were now leaving bruises, red and purple and blue in this wake of horrid torment.

Renfield had his arms wrapped around your neck, lips spread as a way to speak his master's name with need. “I need.. I need you..” Your thigh twitched against him, causing a long moan to fall from your servant’s lips. “I need release. Please. Can I take them off?” His eyes were too pitiful. You could not, with good conscience, restrain him any longer.

“You’ve been a good pet. Let me.” A hand, previously squeezing Renfield’s thigh, moved to the man’s waist. Unhooking his suspenders, you felt yourself giggle at the silly things. After all these years, he still found suspenders over belts to be the most flattering. “You want to make this hard for you, hm?” Your tongue trailed his throat, unable to restrain your low, guttural sound. “Wearing these strings, confusing my hands of where to go, when all I want is to touch your cock.”

Renfield could only quiver, he could not help the way his body craved his master. He could not contain his feelings, physical pain needing to be relieved by the undoing of his pants. “P-Please, master! I need it. Please, don’t stop. I do not intend on making things harder, please…”

“Hm, what do you need, pet?” A whimper fell from your slave’s lips, feeling as your hand slipped under his trouser’s waistband, holding him in a delicious way.

“Th-that! Oohhh, master—master, please. You know what to do! Do not embarrass me, do not make me say such things!” He whimpered, he cried, desperate to keep his mouth shut. Every small movement against his cock, especially due to him being confined to the fabric of his trousers, sent a wave of embarrassment over him.

It was adorable. The begging he was just not to beg. Though, you were still hungry. Of course, you’d get your fill first. You bit down on Renfield’s throat, harder than before, his cock jerking at the sensation. The pleasing feeling came once again, causing the pathetic man to whine loudly. He felt like a slut, a dirty slut, to be saying such things. To be making such noises.

“I am going to need to hear you say it, Mr. Renfield.” You teased him, reaching further and taking all of him in the palm of your hand. This caused an explicit groan to fall from his lips, halting to a pathetic croak. “I’m going to need to hear what you want me to do.”

“Please touch my cock. Make me cum. Make me cum from your touch and your touch alone! I crave it, I crave you, master! Please! God, help me, please!”

“Oh, my beloved.” They cooed, beginning to stroke his cock up and down. “Yes, good boy. Look at you.” He let out another pathetic whine, happily sighing as he felt he was getting his way. But he was wrong. Closer and closer he felt to his climax, the feeling of his master’s palm enclosing his cock was too good, he felt the buildup too quickly. Pairing that with the feeling of euphoria clouding his thoughts from all the bites, the sucking of his neck, he teetered so close to the edge he almost couldn’t tell he was about to spill any second.

“So good for me. So good for your master… although, you’ve seemed to have gotten one thing wrong.”

Renfield’s eyes widened from their half lidded state, feeling their hand tighten around his cock. That’s it, that’s it! Just, just some more..! He did not care what he’d gotten wrong, he had no idea. All Renfield knew was that you were touching him perfectly.

“Why… there is no God. He’s not going to be able to save you.” Your stroking slowed until your hand retracted from his trousers. He let out a cry, as if wounded, panting desperately in confusion and exhaustion and desperation to cum. Just on the brink, vision painted in black and white.

“No! Master, master no no, no! Please!” Renfield was out of options, he could only cry out and plead, hoping you would take pity on him. “Please finish this! I can’t.. I can’t..!”

Both of your hands grabbed his face, pulling him into a deep and intoxicating kiss. Mainly to shut him up, adorable as he is, you couldn’t listen to his pathetic whining any longer. Tasting his own blood on your tongue caused Renfield to roll his hips, grabbing out with no control. You truly were intoxicating, he couldn’t get enough. You frowned, he was not listening. You must teach him again how to listen.

Then you whistled sharply. Renfield seized, taking back his hands as if he’d been shocked. “But, master… I…”

“Turn around.” His eyes widened once more. Oh, oh benevolent master! He obeyed, turning around to find himself being pushed against an old piano. His neck was still dripping blood, no doubt driving you crazy, but you knew better than to give into the blood lust.

He looked pathetic. You realized… you must give your slave what he needs. Some release, some solace.

“Do what you know how to do, slut.” Renfield moved almost automatically, he unclasped his suspenders and dropped his trousers with the snap of your fingers. Then your fingers, grabbing at his thighs to separate them, touched him softly. The coldness of the piano had Renfield’s cockhead twitching, he softly whimpered in need.

“Please. Please, master, oh please. Make me undone. Finish what you’ve started...” You wet your pointer and middle finger with your tongue and with your other hand, you shoved him closer onto the piano. His face squished hard against the wood as you got down on your knees, and inserted a finger into his hole.

His legs twitched, separating more to the point he looked so pathetic taking your finger so easily. His hands stayed above his head, balling into fists as he struggled against riding back on his master’s fingers.

“Good boy, Renfield. You know better. Let me make you feel perfect, hm? You’ve served me well enough.” Your finger slipped back out, before they slowly inserted back in, two this time. You began thrusting your fingers softly, squelching noises filling the room with the filthy deed. His legs shook, their fingers reaching deep inside.

Then you hit the spot, the spot that made Renfield see stars. Upon finding it, you grinned, running your other hand up his shaking thigh. “That’s it, good boy. Take my fingers like the slut you are. Hmm. Am I touching you just right? Is that why you are shaking like a leaf? Are you gonna cum all over the floor, Mr. Renfield? Are you going to cum with my fingers in your ass?”

“Such dirty words, master.. I—“ He cried out, legs shaking horribly at the feeling of his master touching that one spot again. And your free hand wrapping around and stroking his sensitive cock. Renfield had no idea what he’d done to have you believe such a reward was worthy, but he prayed to a god that didn’t exist that it would happen again.

“Are you close, Renny? Are my fingers touching you so good you can’t stand?” Yes. It was true. All of his weight was being layered into the piano lid, Renfield was unable to keep himself up-right at all.

“Y-Yes master! Ohhh, master. Once, once more—that’s—!”

One more thrust inside one more curl of your fingers, one more stroke to his pink and leaking cock, all had him cumming violently. His legs shook with an intensity, having no control over himself or the way he stood. He might as well have collapsed into himself.

“M-Master! Fuucckk!!” He cried, but the pleasure didn’t stop. His master kept stroking, kept thrusting, kept curling. He felt lost to your touch, entire body shaking from overstimulation when he felt the knot in his belly tie again, all too quickly. “Master please! I can’t take it! I’m, I’m, I—“

He felt his cock twitch again, kicking to spill his seed all over the large, marble floors. He whimpered and cried out to his master, who removed their fingers, yet kept milking his cock for all Renfield was worth.

“Good boy, Renfield. How was that, my meal?”

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lunariiawrites · 8 months

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Praise

Pairing: Cumulus x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Soft dom Cumulus, sexual content, dirty talk, praise

Summary: After a fight breaks out, you're left to clean up the mess, and Cumulus decides to show you a few notes on the piano, among other things.

a/n: My first smut in over seven years and my first f/f fic ever! Feedback is appreciated since I'm always hoping to grow, but I hope you like it!

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Silence is both a blessing and a curse.

The morning had started oddly, the halls being almost silent save for the quiet footsteps of the siblings migrating to breakfast or whatever tasks they had assigned to them for the day. Fortunately, your tasks weren’t as time-consuming as normal, and having them done within a few hours allowed you to relax for a minute or two; hoping that Sister Imperator didn’t come rushing out of the shadows to scold you.

Sunlight decorated the wall in a multitude of colors, shining in from the stained glass window above. The clock overhead ticked ominously and you got the weird feeling that something wasn’t right. As time ticked on, the feeling nagged at you, gnawing at your brain like a pack of rabid wolves.

It was the first crash that broke the silence.

Being near the practice room, it would make sense that noise was being made. However, these weren’t the usual melodic tones that Papa and the ghouls would normally produce when practicing for a tour. Instead, it was a loud din of crashing, shouting, and growls that made you worried to move from your secluded bench in the hallway. After a few more minutes of shouting that suspiciously sounded like Dew and Swiss, the halls were almost quiet again.

Carefully making your way to the practice room, you peered inside, shocked to see the instruments in chaotic disarray. Papa stood in the middle of the mess, a frown clear on his face as he rubbed his temples in frustration. The door creaked, revealing your presence to the normally cheerful leader.

‘Strange. Where’d everyone go?’

“Ah, sister.” Giving a sad smile, he swept his hand around the room. “It’s quite a mess, no?” Indeed it was. Instruments were scattered haphazardly on the floor, joined by picks and sheets of music. It looked like a tornado had flung everything around before blinking out of existence.

“What happened?”

“There was a fight.” Shrugging, he sighed. “Everything was going fine one moment, then the next… Poof.”

Honestly, you felt bad for him. A fight breaking out was never a good thing and being that Papa viewed the ghouls as friends, as many in the abbey did, you could tell that not knowing how to help was hitting him hard.

A soft knock tapped on the door as it creaked open again. Looking over your shoulder, Papa nodded solemnly.

“Sister,” With a pleading look, he gestured around the room. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Don’t worry about it, Papa.” Picking up some music sheets from the floor, you gave a reassuring smile. “I got this.”

After Papa had left the room, muttering something about Sister Imperator and her constant meetings, you set to work. Picking up a few more stray music sheets, you set them on a stand, almost painfully aware of a gaze locked onto you.

“Need some help?” A sweet voice startles you, as does the warm breath that tickles your ear. Turning, you’re surprised to see Cumulus standing behind you, surprisingly not wearing her mask. Instead, her glamour was almost fully off, as were the ghouls’ rights within the abbey.

“Sure.” Handing her the music notes, you smiled sheepishly. “Could you help me sort these? You’d know the order better than I would.”

Nodding, she took the sheets from you, arranging them so they were actually readable. Turning, you began to pick up the various instruments strewn all over, hoping that none of them were broken.

“It’ll be ok.” Cumulus broke the silence, setting the finished stack of papers back onto the stand.

“What?”

“The whole fight thing? Dew and Swiss were messing around and it got taken too far.” She explained casually, picking up her keyboard. “They’ll be fine. Probably make up by the end of the night.”

That wasn’t a surprise. Both Dew and Swiss had tempers that sometimes flared as a result of their banter. Thankfully, you had never been on the receiving end of either, the two usually treating you with respect and delivering good natured teasing at the most.

Cumulus hummed thoughtfully as she played a bit on her keyboard, her fingers tapping the keys lightly. Staring at her reverently, you smiled, getting lost in the music. After a bit, she nodded, satisfied.

“I wish I could play like you.”

“Come here.” Cumulus patted the seat next to her and you climbed the short steps of the stage, taking a seat on the padded cushion. “I’ll show you some things.”

Her hands were soft as they held yours, showing you where to press to produce certain notes and demonstrating certain chords. Eventually, she stood behind you, chin resting on your shoulder as she calmly guided you.

“Good girl.” Cumulus’ unique scent of vanilla and honey floats around you, invading your senses and making you shiver along with her words. “You’re doing so well.”

Your eyes closed as her hands left yours, goosebumps raising as cool fingertips caressed your heated skin, trailing up your arms.

“I’ve watched you, you know.” Running a hand through your hair, she chuckles as you tilt your head towards her touch. “Always running around, always helping everyone but never quite taking the time to relax.” Claws lightly scratch at your scalp and you groan, the noise barely slipping out.

“You’re so adorable.” Humming, she released your hair and gently grasped your jaw. “Look at me.” The words were a command, wrapped in a soft and gentle tone.

Opening your eyes made you flinch at first, not expecting her to be that close. Her hair spilled over her shoulder, almost tickling your face as you searched her own.

“You’re gorgeous.” Cumulus smiles at the compliment, a light blush blooming across her cheeks.

“So are you, sweetheart.” The words catch you off guard, and a blush flares across your cheeks, and the temptation to avert your eyes is high. Somehow, you keep your attention in front of you.

“I’d love to help you unwind a little.” Her thumb caressed your cheek almost lovingly, and you smiled. Cumulus waited for an answer, the hand not holding your face trailing up your thigh to squeeze lightly, grounding you for the moment. “What do you say?”

Word of what all ghouls were like behind closed doors frequently spread among the siblings, and the ghoulettes were said to be passionate lovers, if not a bit rough once in a while. Heat pooled in your gut as your mind brought unbidden images of what exactly Cumulus had in store for you if you were to say yes.

Hand on your thigh tightening, Cumulus growled softly, her tail waving back and forth in anticipation.

It didn’t take much to make a choice.

“Yes.”

The world spun as Cumulus pulled you from the semi-clean practice room. After a minute or so of walking and trying to keep up with her hurried pace, you ended up in a room decorated in white and blue.

Cumulus’ room.

Pressing you against the door, Cumulus pressed a hand next to your head, slotting a thigh in between your legs as she partially caged you in, a hungry look in her eyes. Control was something that the air ghoulette was normally praised for, but in this instance it looked like she was struggling.

“Last chance, love.” A purr rose from her throat as she nuzzled your throat, nipping gently. “If you don’t leave now, that’s it. You’re mine.”

Instead of answering with words, you answered with a harsh kiss, pulling her down towards you.

Her eyes flashed briefly before closing, not that she gave enough time for you to properly notice the flicker of her iris’. Instead of the soft and gentle ghoul you’d come to perceive her as, Cumulus’ demeanor now changed to that of the predator all the ghouls could be at heart.

You weren’t afraid in the least.

Shallow breaths left you as her plush lips continually met yours, the pace of the kiss almost seeming feverish. Your hands wound into her hair, tugging lightly on the blonde curls and coaxing a gentle moan from her. Her lips traveled down your neck, leaving wet kisses and the occasional bite.

Some of the siblings expressed a fear of being bitten, thinking that the ghouls’ fangs were too sharp. Instead, it seemed to offer just the right amount of pain among the pleasure, and Cumulus was careful not to break the delicate skin between her teeth. She chuckled as you craned your neck to give her more room.

“Such a good girl.” A lightning bolt of arousal shot through you at her words and she smirked, gripping your chin and directing your hooded eyes to focus on her.

“I think someone likes to be praised.”

Before long, you’re seated on the plush bed, covers silky against your skin as you fumbled with the buttons of your habit. You had managed to pull the top over your head, making your hair a mess. Cumulus kneeled in front of you, already undressed, a smile on her lips as she pulled off your skirt, claws leaving light scratches on your skin.

Leaning forward, you kiss down her collarbone and she sighs, fingers tangling in your hair. Murmuring her assent, she pushes your head down and moans when your breath ghosts her chest, tongue darting out to lick a hardened nipple. Cumulus purrs as you worship her, massaging her breasts as you lick, bite and suck.

Without warning, you’re flipped, Cumulus straddling your waist. She hums, kissing down your collarbone before copying your earlier actions, sucking hard. Your hips bucked, barely moving with the way she was holding your hips down. A keening whine left your throat, and you couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Please!” You begged, the plea sounding semi-broken from your throat. Cumulus smiled, lifting her head to regard you carefully. Purring, she stroked a cool hand down the flushed skin of your face, trailing her touch down to your waist.

“What is it, baby?” She cooed, voice soft and sweet once more. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Yes!”

“I’ll give you my fingers tonight.” Cumulus agreed, dipping a hand beneath your underwear to stroke your core lightly, adding to the fire. “Then if you’re good, you might get something else tomorrow.” A devious light entered her eyes for a moment and she smiled innocently.

“I might even share.”

The bloom of heat raged inside you at her words, and you gasped, bucking against her hand. Cumulus watched lovingly, seeing you become more desperate, stroking your clit with a steady hand and bending down to say the most filthy things in your ear.

“My good girl.” Pressing a finger into your folds, she whispered sweetly to you, curling her fingers just right to make you see stars. “If I had my way, you’d never leave this bed.”

“Fuck!” Arousal spiked as she played with the sensitive bundle of nerves. A knot settled in your stomach, and bucking your hips again, you pleaded with her to go faster.

Speeding up her pace, she pressed a kiss to your stomach, enjoying your high pitched moan and the soft squelching noises she was making with her fingers.

“So wet for me.” A broken plea burst from your lips and she leaned down, breath ghosting onto your cunt as she pulled her fingers out, inspecting how wet they were in the light. “So responsive.”

“Cumulus, plea–” Her mouth latched onto you, tongue circling your clit and diving through your folds. “Fuck!”

The knot burst as she sucked lightly on your clit, groaning contentedly as you came for her as she coaxed you through your orgasm, a pleased purr rumbling in her chest.

“Good job, baby.” Exhausted, you laid next to her, sighing as she pulled you into her arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get some rest, okay?”

“Not tired.” You mumbled, honestly wanting to stay up and talk with her some more. Cumulus chuckled, pulling the covers over you and watching as you nestled your head into the pillow.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, I promise.” She whispered, resting her chin on the crown of your head. “I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

Falling asleep came easily after that, the melody Cumulus was humming making you drift off peacefully, feeling safe with her arms wrapped around you.

As you drifted off, Cumulus hugged you possessively as she heard the other ghouls through the wall, groaning at the sinful noise you two had made. Closing her eyes, the ghoulette smirked.

“She’s mine.”

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hollybee8917 · 1 month

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In the Court of the Shield and Star

Chapter 1- The Angel and the King

Plot: King Steve Rogers meets Eliza Frye who is a total mystery to him. They start to fall in love, but things are never that simple.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Eliza Frye (OFC), Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Peggy Carter, Bucky Barnes, Owen Tyre (OC), Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange

Warnings in this chapter: Assault, harassment, physical violence, animal attack

Howling. Endless howling. Eliza looked up from the parchment on which she was drawing and she moved to the window. A dim light was low over the field. As she looked out, she saw a figure. He was waving a sword but his movements were jerky. Around him, a pack of wolves circled, growling, lunging, snapping at him.

Fear filled her. The man was going to die if she didn’t help. Quickly, she grabbed her bow and her loaded quiver before running out the door. She reached a slight ridge behind the trapped man. From where she was positioned, she could see the man was injured.

Eliza raised her bow and nocked an arrow. Pulling the string back, she steadied her draw then released. The arrow whistled through the air and struck a wolf. It went down with a whimper. Instantly, Eliza repeated her motions. Nock, draw, release. Nock, draw, release. The arrows shrilled through the air hitting their marks. Soon, only three wolves were left but now they were focused on her.

The young woman slid down the ridge as the howling wolves rushed toward her. At the bottom of the ridge, she picked up her sword and prepared herself with a flame. The scarred alpha made his way over the ridge and down toward her before stopping at the sight of the woman holding shimmering steel and a large torch. It paced back and forth before letting out a long howl and dashing back the way it had come with the other two right behind.

Eliza let loose a sigh and lowered her sword and sheathed it. Then she remembered. The injured man! She took off in the direction she had last seen him. Waving the torch, she spotted him. I have to get him to safety.

King Steve Rogers groaned as he rolled onto his back. He opened his eyes to find himself in a strange bed. A window sat on his left and to his right was a wooden door. He threw back the blankets and swung his feet to the floor. The man looked down at his unclad torso wrapped in a white bandage. Who did this? Where am I?

Before he could muse any farther, the door opened to reveal a beautiful young woman. She smiled gently at him, “Oh, wonderful, you’ve woken. I was fearful that you would not. You gave me quite the fright last night. How do you feel?”

The blonde man was stunned to silence at her simple beauty so she tilted her head, “Have you a tongue, good sir?”

This simple remark somewhat amused Steve and he let out a low yet hearty laugh, “Indeed I have a tongue, kind maiden. I am most confused, however, as to my whereabouts and the situation that has led to this remarkable hospitality.”

She poured a small pitcher of water into the wash basin on the table by the door, “You were attacked by a pack of wolves. You needed aid so I hurried to your side with bow and quiver in hand.”

Steve looked down at his semi-clothed form, “You saved me.”

“I did.”

He let his eyes drift up to hers, “And you have brought me here alone?”

The girl wrung out the rag she had soaked in the bowl of water and approached Steve with it, “I did. You were in dire need and I was always taught to help those in need. Lift your chin. There was some dirt I could not remove last night.”

Steve did as he was told then he glanced around the room, “Where are my tunic and shirt? Also, I had a satchel slung over me. Where has it gone? Have you looked inside it?”

She smiled gently, “I washed them as best I could and hung them to dry. Once they had dried, I folded them and put them here on the chair. The satchel I have placed on the chair as well. I did not search your belongings. I will leave you to dress. Should you need any help, please call for me.”

Confusion crossed the man’s face, “Thank you for your aid and the respect you have shown by not searching my things while I was incapacitated. But how should I call for you if I do not know your name, fair one.”

Once more she smiled at him as she turned away, “Eliza Frye.”

Then she was gone and Steve was left alone.

Eliza was seated at her table when the stranger exited the bedroom. Steve noticed that she did not take note of him and cleared his throat causing her to shift her gaze to him, “Oh, my apologies. Would you like some food to eat, good sir?”

He nodded, “Yes, what have you to offer?”

She rose from her chair and made her way into her larder, “I have bread, cheese and eggs. I also have salted pork and cured fish. What takes your fancy?”

The king responded, “I will have the bread and cheese for now. I do not wish to eat all you have.”

Eliza tucked hair behind her ear as she stepped out of the larder with the food he requested, “You do no such thing, kind sir. Please, tell me should you desire more.”

A loud rapping came from her door and Eliza hurried away to answer it. She gulped as the rapping rattled the door. Cautiously sliding it open, she felt herself forced from the home and she hit her knees as two men shoved her down. Eliza knew why the men were there.

The two men were soldiers from a nearby fort. They plagued the little village but targeted Eliza specifically due to her living alone. The taller of the two was a soldier named Rhys Argent. He was cruel and enjoyed the torment of others. Beside him, the other solder, who was named Wendell Colby, sneered at her, “Where’s the payment you promised us?”

Eliza shivered, “I-I-I don’t have any money.”

“I-I-I. Come now. You can do better than that,” Rhys Argent mocked her. Then his tone turned serious, “Do you not recall what we said would happen if you did not pay us?”

She was too frightened to speak and could only keep her eyes forward. Rhys raised his hand then brought it down against the side of her head her cheek causing Eliza to fall over. Wendell Colby let out a low laugh, “Why don’t we start with your precious horse, huh? You want us to take it?”

Eliza said nothing which angered Wendell and Rhys more. As Rhys brought his foot up and connected it to Eliza’s side, Wendell’s eyes grew wide and he fell into a kneel. Rhys didn’t notice and continued his attack on Eliza.

“Kneel,” Wendell hissed.

Rhys did not hear and instead continued his assault on Eliza.

“KNEEL!” A voice boomed.

In one fluid motion, Rhys looked up, his eyes widened in fear and he fell to one knee. Eliza slowly rose up onto her knees then turned. Shock filled her soul. In the doorway stood Steve but not as she had seen him before. A carefully crafted elaborate crown with sapphires and black diamonds was placed upon his head. His tunic and shirt were carefully tucked in but the sleeves flowed freely without restraint. A cloak was clasped around his neck. He looked kingly.

Rhys spoke, “Your majesty! Forgive us!”

Steve hushed him with a glare. He then reached down and helped Eliza to her feet, “Are you badly injured?”

She kept her head down and shook it. Tenderly, Steve used a finger to lift her chin, “Do not be afraid. Let me show you the same kindness you have shown me. Return to your chair and rest. I shall be in once I have dealt with these two.”

Eliza did not cast a glance to the soldiers but quietly smiled at Steve, “Thank you, your majesty.”

With this she reentered her cottage.

Steve turned to the two men and spoke with authority, “Why did you attack an innocent villager? Is your command not to serve and protect my people? Are you not part of your King’s army, sworn to protect the crown and those living under it? What are your names, soldiers?”

The two men stuttered but have no coherent response. “ANSWER YOUR KING!,” Steve roared.

Wendell was the first respond though he kept his head low, “I am Wendell Colby, your majesty. My companion is Rhys Argent. We are soldiers stationed at Whitich Keep.”

Steve hummed, “Whitich Keep. I know it well. Return there and inform your commander that I shall be arriving shortly. I will deal with you at the fort.”

“Yes, majesty.” Wendell replied but neither man moved.

“Now!,” barked King Steve, “And make haste.”

The men fled back to their horses and were swiftly gone fearing any further wrath from the king.

Eliza was seated in her chair, holding a compress to her side when he returned. She was instantly on her knees without a sound. Once more, he lifted her up, “Please do not do that. Not on my account. Please sit.”

She did as he commanded and he picked up his satchel, “I have business to attend at Whitich Keep but I shall return. Before I go, have you a horse I may borrow? I am afraid mine fled in encounter yesterday eve.”

Eliza replied, “I have a mare who is broken and a stallion I have been breaking to ride. I think he is ready and would be more suited for your majesty.”

The king brushed a stray hair from the girl’s face, “You intrigue me, Eliza Frye, and I would like to call on you once more.”

Eliza lost her nerve to speak and Steve smirked, “Have you a tongue, fair one?”

She looked at him with a smile and a laugh, “Aye, I have a tongue, good sir and I use it well.”

They both laughed and King Steve Rogers motioned to the door, “Perhaps you might show me the steed I am to ride so I may hurry away and then back to you?”

She led him out to the paddock and called over the brown Stallion with a low whistle. It trotted over and she watched as Steve, the king, tacked it up. The king turned with a slight bow then swung himself upon the stallion, “Until we meet again.”

Eliza curtseyed to him then watched as he rode away.

Steve entered the village of Gramsby and observed the state of it. The town’s cobbled streets were well-kept and the homes were in perfect condition but something was missing. Slowly, Steve pulled the horse to the side of the street and dismounted the horse he had borrowed from Eliza Frye. Tying the horse to the hitching post, the king made his way to the pub. He was careful to not raise an alarm.

However, when the king reached for the door, he found it shored up from the inside. He heard hushed whispers from the inside the pub and the realization hit him hard. Where are all the people?

The king knocked on the door, “Good gentleman, I have travelled long and wish only for a drink from your establishment. Perhaps I may enter?”

A voice called from inside, “We have very little money or grog.”

The sky seemed to mirror King Steve’s mood as he rode through the gate of Whitich Keep. Above his head, storm clouds had gathered and lightening threatened to crack the sky. A tall man dressed with many medals approached as the blonde king dismounted his horse. With a great swoop, he fell to one knee, “Majesty, we are greatly honored by your presence. How may I be of service to you?”

“Save your pleasantries, General. I did not come here to bandy words. Bring to me the soldiers who are stationed here.”

“I take you would like to deal with Rhys Argent and Wendell Colby. I have placed them in the stockade. What other punishment-“

“SILENCE!” Steve bellowed as the thunder echoed in the sky, “Bring to me ALL of the soldiers stationed here.”

Fearful of furthering the king’s wrath, General Edryd Cadigan motioned for the gathering of his men. The rain began to fall as a mustering horn was sounded. Quickly, the soldiers lined up and one by one fell to one knee. The General spoke to the King, “Majesty, may I-“

Steve cut him off, “Silence, General Cadigan. Tis my turn to speak. Now, who would like to inform me of the incidents in the town of Gramsby?”

Not a single soldier spoke. Instead, they looked among themselves. The king turned toward the captain, “Bring me Rhys Argent and Wendell Colby.”

The captain nodded and walked to the stockade. Again, the king addressed the line of men, “I will only ask you once more. Why have you been tormenting the people of Grimsby?”

A young man stepped forward, “Majesty, if I may speak?”

Steve sized the lad up, “What is your name, son?”

“Aelric Hylderley,” the young man responded, “your majesty.”

Steve approached him, “What do you have to say for these men, Aelric?”

The young soldier gulped, “I am afraid that the people of Grimsby have been targeted by many of the men. The general has done little to curtail the actions of the men in this fort. In fact, he has encouraged it. Those who protested the actions of their fellow soldiers were disciplined.”

Steve bristled, “Where was the captain?”

“Spending most of his time in the stockade for protesting, your majesty.”

The king turned and looked to the captain, “Dismiss your men. I will deal with them one by one. Young Hylderley, what rank are you in this company?”

Aelric shook slightly, “I am a mere soldier, Majesty.”

Steve turned and faced his general, “You will be henceforth stripped of your rank and demoted to Lieutenant in my army. Is that understood?”

Cadigan began to cower, “Yes, Majesty. It’s understood.”

He stepped back, “Captain, take the General into arms and hold him until a new leader arrives at the fort. I have already sent back to the capital for one.”

Another soldier stepped forward, “Yes, your majesty.”

“Now, where are the traitors?”

The captain motioned to the men in chains, “Here, Majesty.”

“Hang them and any other soldiers guilty of harming my people.”

Then Steve turned and walked back to his horse, ignoring the cries of the two men behind him pleading for mercy.

Eliza was sitting alone in the cottage, reading a book, when there came a knock at the door. She rose and made her way over. Timidly, she opened the door to find the King standing before her. Bowing low, she murmured, “Majesty.”

Steve placed his hands at her elbows and matched her tone, “Please, look at me and not my boots.”

Eliza raised her chin and met his gaze, “What may I aid you with, Majesty?”

The king tilted his head, “You are a fascinating creature, Eliza Frye, and I would like to call on you again.”

She shook her head, “It would be ill-advised to do so, your Majesty. I am a commoner and as such would not be worthy of your time. You would be more suited to seek the company of a lady of the court.”

“I believe that as king, that should be my determination, not anyone else’s. I have set my eyes on you and you alone. Would you not prefer my company?”

“I would, Majesty, but I don’t know how the people would take it. I am not like the women of your court least of all, Duchess Margaret whom I hear is a great beauty.”

Steve shook his head, “Nay, you are far more lovely, compassionate and courageous. Please allow me to call on you once more.”

“Very well, my king.”

He bowed to her and turned, “I will have your horse returned to you in haste upon my arrival back at the capital.”

“Keep him. I have no need for another.” Steve smiled the mounted the horse, waved goodbye and spurred the horse toward home.

#steve rogers #original character #original female character #tony stark #wanda maximoff #bucky barnes #peggy carter #original male character #clint barton #natasha romanoff #captain america #sam wilson #pietro maximoff #king!Steve Rogers #King!Tony Stark #Knight!Bucky #steve rogers x oc

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x,com/_allthatglitz/status/1705856307818058208?s=20 sainz made his own strategy but then said that it was ferraris fault 💀 he was sacrified poor baby 🥺 lmaooo have some shame!!!! how tf does he have fans?? hes always fcking crying and lying lol

ok, i'll try to answer all of you in the same ask because i don't want to spam the dash. hope you don't mind <3

i was talking to a friend yesterday and we came to the conclusion that there is some sort of gaslight at play when it comes to the sainz family because it's impossible that they think we can't see what's going on.

charles never used the word "sacrificed" even though it was what happened. do we remember the "it seems like they are going to sacrifice leclerc" <- i will NEVER forget! but anyway, charles aside it is just unbearable at this point. ferrari had sacked drivers for less than this.

the way he badmouths the team and his teammate and never gets a warning for it is also a mystery to me. leclerc was asked to have better manners after canada 2023 even though he didn't have anything close to an outburst or come out speaking on the team/teammate in bad faith. so i don't understand why sainz has the power to do this.

there are two wolves inside me (or 10? lmao): one says this man is leaving and that maybe that's why he is acting like this. the other says he is indeed becoming the priority and that's why he is acting like this.

and you are right, he is a crybaby really. people always come to us asking why we dislike him but the question should be why do people LIKE him. sorry... he is just the worst of those men imo.

#anon #asks #cl16 discourse #<- blacklist this tag if needed #anti carlos sainz

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christ-our-glory · 2 years

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To judge or not to judge?

Matthew 7:1-6;13-20 “Judge not, that you be not judged. For with what judgment you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you. And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me remove the speck from your eye’; and look, a plank is in your own eye? Hypocrite! First remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.

“Do not give what is holy to the dogs; nor cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you in pieces.

“Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.

“Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves. You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thornbushes or figs from thistles? Even so, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Therefore by their fruits you will know them.

Many Christians remain forever stuck on those first two words, unable to see that they are indeed meant to judge others. We are commanded to judge the walk of others. For instance, if we see others sinning and we don’t warn them, we will be guilty of their sin (Ezekiel 3:18-21).

Throughout Scripture, we are called to judge. Jesus talked about how we are to judge one’s fruit (verses above). The apostle Paul commanded us not to even eat with false Christians (1 Corinthians 5:11), as well as commanding us to judge inside the church (1 Corinthians 5:12). We are to avoid associating with those whose morals are corrupt (1 Corinthians 15:33) and how can we do that if we’re not judging their walk? And the list goes on and on.

It’s important we must remember our hatred must be directed at sin, not the sinner. As noted by Martyn Lloyd-Jones, “Our anger must only be against sin; we must never feel angry with the sinner, but only full of sorrow and compassion for him.”

The main problem when it comes to judging sin is with those who try to judge indiscriminately. They will easily see the sins of others while often ignoring their own sin. This is true for all of us. We want to see the best in ourselves and the people we like, while easily seeing the error in everyone else.

We must be fair to all, friend and foe alike. The truth is the truth; it cares not if it upsets your friends or foes. We must be willing to stand with God, even if we have to stand alone.

Not to judge someone’s fruit is to invite disaster. We will either let them continue in their sin or allow a wolf among the sheep.

The only way to properly help the lost, and those being led astray by wolves, is to indeed judge people’s fruits. Knowing when, and how, to judge is crucial for a Christian.

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bianca-s-daily-reel-in · 1 year

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What can Bianca tell us about her Wolf and Sheep girl?

I could be mistaken but I think she can

Mic to the artist :

"Thanks for asking !!! These two are of my first personal characters. I made them when I was around 8 ! I came up with a lot of stuff about them ever since."

"Their names are Pepper and Cream ! Pepper is an optimistic, jolly and fierce little wolf, great at hunting, who lives in the woods with her pack. Cream is a introverted, weary, sweet young sheep who's school smart and a top student, who lives in the plain, with the rest of her flock, in a civilization ! The wolves are treated like outcasts and criminals because they're predators, and sheep and farm animals only trust each other, and gang up against predators when suspicion arises."

"Pepper gets a crush on Cream from observing her at her school from the forest's cover, and she skips hunts to go spy on her at recess. Pepper's family is not happy with her but don't know about her crush ! Cream hears stories about the wolves, of course, so is afraid of them. Pepper gets bolder and gets closer to the school, and often Cream notices the wolf staring at her from a top hill, and running away when people get alerted. She gets scared that this wolf might be stalking her to eat her and tells the school community about it, there's some relationship details about this... Anyway, meanwhile, Pepper's mom catch on her interest and gives her a frightful lesson about what will happen to her if she's caught by either side, how it's not worth it and her love is scared of her anyways. (She's only against her daughter's crush because it might be a source of danger). Pepper is upset about it but decides to make sure of it herself, and go talk with Cream once and for all. So one night after Cream stayed at school overtime, she goes to go home and notices the wolf closer than ever. So she gets afraid and her teacher offers to take her home. She accepts and gets in his car. Pepper is upset to see that Cream is indeed scared of her, but as she's about to leave, she gets a bad gut feeling that tells her to track the car. The teacher was not taking Cream home. But at his own. He makes up an excuse to get her inside the basement "my gun is down here, let's trick that wolf, etc" and the plot twist is that he's actually a cannibal (that is shown by his victim's hides and skulls and cleavers, maybe blood), and Cream gets cornered. Her screams trigger Pepper to break in, and she then devours the teacher. Cream and Pepper then start their bond over that incident (it is also revealed that only 3 out of 10 sheep disappearances were the wolves' doing, the rest was actually on the teacher.)"

"Well I pretty much spoiled the whole pilot here lol... But there is so much more stuff. As you can see, it's also a horror cartoon, it's got creepy stuff. I like the whole horror in classic rubberhose cartoons, and I want to reintroduce it in my creations. You'll see, Cream & Pepper will then go on many more adventures. And strengthen their bond through all of it. (Here's a basis of the way they aboard their feelings right below)"

"It's a little hard for me to build that up because I don't have a lot of social experience, but these two are both really important to me, and helped me go through a lot, so I really want to make their pitch, and partnership, come true."

"...I want them to set the tone, of how exactly I like my cartoons."

#bianca drew #bianca speaks #cartoon cat #cream & pepper #🐺🐑#oc ship #toon character #toon oc #toon #rubberhose toon #lesbian #long post #oc's ocs #(lmao ocinception)#cw horror #answered ask #bianca answers

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jcbbby · 1 year

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For the Jaime sentence thing:

"Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there."

Oooh, nice. Love it! :)

send me a sentence or line of dialogue and I’ll write a little something Jamie/Henry/001/Kit Marlowe-related with it.

You stood in the corner if the room, watching the excitement of the party as you sipped your wine, taking it all in as an idea for your newest painting you would be starting. London was a place of color and chaos, the perfect inspiration for you. You chuckled to yourself as you witnessed one of the actors from the play you attended earlier fall over.

"Are you over here because you're overwhelmed? This party has really gotten rather rowdy." A tall and lanky man with blonde hair slid next to you against the wall.

"Oh, I just enjoy watching. People can be so entertaining." You smiled.

"So they are... And what do you think those two are talking about?" He leaned over your shoulder, pointing to the right at a rather animated man speaking to a very subdued woman.

"Hmm, I'd say that man is definitely bragging about his grand adventures around Europe and his oh so impressive pockets, in a piss poor attempt to bed her. Meanwhile, she has been staring at that man across the way with the wonderfully tousled hair all night. I can't say I blame her." You shrugged as you snorted into your chalice of wine, taking another sip.

"Well, very observant indeed. I don't believe I've observed you around, though. You must be new to the city. My name is Marlowe, Christopher Marlowe." He bowed.

"Y/N." You bowed back. "A pleasure. I've read your plays, they're quite good."

"You have? I must say, you don't exactly seem the type to enjoy theatre, my dear..." he smirked as he swigged back his ale.

You chuckled. "Oh, because I don't embarrass myself in a drunken stupor at a theatre party? I may be a wet blanket socially, but I do appreciate the arts. I'm more the physical artist myself, but I find writing magical, and you my friend, are a sorcerer if I do say so." You smiled.

"You flatter me." He grinned. "But I'll be the first to tell you that writing is an absolutely mother swiving profession." He sneered and took another swig, swallowing it with a wince.

"How do you mean?" you turned to him.

"Writing has torn my soul out and thrown it to the wolves. I've nearly had to bury myself in the ground just to finish. Writing can destroy you from the inside out." He spat.

"Well, then why do you write if it weighs so heavy on you?"

"Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there." He winked.

You smiled. "You see, now that is profound. You truly are a wizard of words, Mr. Marlowe. It appears that is your curse."

The both of you chuckled as you turned to look at the madness of the party in front of you. He threw back the rest of his ale and nudged you with his shoulder.

"Come, my new friend. Let's leave this debauchery and get into our own trouble." He smiled.

(sorry this one is so short!!)

#kit marlowe #christopher marlowe #christopher marlowe x reader #kit marlowe x reader #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #will tnt

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@fallesto || x A shadow of a fold appeared on Orianna's forehead - a subtle, but sure sign of displeasure. Only that time it was aimed not at the arrogant sorceress, but at herself. The red-haired vampiress scolded herself internally for growing too...emotional. Too lazy. In Toussaint everything humans - and other races - did, was reined by a heart or a pride. She had miscalculated one out of two points, regarding Sabrina Glevissig's interest. Reading her mind would be a safety latch, yet Orianna preferred not to perform any of her...mmm...natural activities, least the threat grew overly discomfortable. The lesse mages know about our kin - the better. The flame-haired sorceress behaved like a force of nature there - calculating and coldly-craving. Orianna was dissatisfied, verily, but... "You mean the wolves were not a grain of peasants' imagination?" the vampiress raised her eyebrows, the forehead wiped clean, a blank slate once again. "Very curious. Do you think they are the children of the curse too? That their magic is alien to yours, as is the magic of the maiden?" there was a certain treatise, buried underneath Tesham Mutna, an unfinished research that lured her attention once. Maybe her and Sabrina's interest were more closely aligned. At least she would get some use and pleasure out of her necessary visit. Yet showing any true keenness before that mortal would not do. "You can not face her? I was not aware. Hm...that is a pity, indeed," the crimson liquid in the goblet glowed dully in the flames. Orianna wondered if Sabrina could sense the iron pang - too heavy, too bitter, too gnawed-out by fear and age - as sharply as she did. "A prey is a pleasure when caught by your own hand, I understand". Oh, that was vexing, explaining the clear, common points. Yet after years and years the sun-eyed learned that talking to children softly often yielded a desired outcome much faster. Despite what she played at, her languide attitude and her usual habits, Orianna was pressed for time. "And yet, mistress Glevissig, that's what the boy is for. He can help you, can he not? Help you once and for all. And if you do not trust my little hint, I have a very real crumb for you," time was her enemy. A dark irony for a higher vampire, a predator not a prey of time. Scrabbling into dirty linen like that, appeasing a sad, yet boring political mess, that would mean naught in a century or two. No joy for delicate spider-mind of Orianna that partook of the intrigues mostly for the sake of wit. At last the goblet with its crude, lowly contents could be put away. A small gilded box she put between her and Sabrina. Attentive how the sorceress leaned forward without caution or fear, seemingly eager to touch her hand. Foolish eterau. "Inside you shall find a lock of hair. If I get it correctly, your kin can say whether a person is alive or dead, based on such bits," would the curse interfere? She did not expect such a turn. To be honest, he whole tale of the Black Sun seemed a romantic ballad at the best and a calculated slander, aimed at the change of ruling lines, at the worst. "Yet not enough to locate the girl, if such feat is even possible. Knowing her resistance to magic. That is what my second gift is for," Orianna procured an envelop out of the folds of her travelling cloak, all her actions at a measured, chisel-perfect, human speed. After all, it was her immense pride - being able to pretend what she was not. "Ah, that I can not give to you right away, my apologises. At first I am in need of your intervention, as a trusted advisor of your king," "the trusted advisor" sounded much more weighty and respectful between vampiress' lips. "A human life. Please, mistress, don't give me such a look. I would not trouble you if I was in need of lowly assistance," truly, it would have been much less troublesome to simply bribe an executioner, or slip as a mist past the guards.

"A certain prisoner is being held at the camp. A thief, nothing political, I assure you. The trouble is...my unlucky prisoner caught the attention of your unicorn. I want the girl out and safely on the road with me. After all, it is customary for a citizen of Toussaint to help another citizen of Toussaint."

#fallesto #lullaby of woe (ladysunbite rp answers)

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reginarubie · 2 years

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Next chapter of «Like wolves in the darkness» under wraps!

There was a knock on the solar's door and Jon looked sideways to Satin. His steward stood up from his seat to the side and went to the door, going into the antechamber to welcome lord Reed into the solar. Jon had summoned him for a private audience at Sansa's insistence, as she had told him of how lord Reed seemed to hold news about Bran and Rickon. Their siblings. She had, had tears in her eyes as they had spoken in gentle tone, softly about her hopes for their brothers, that they were indeed alive, a gift from the Gods Sansa had not hoped into. All he could feel now was the wolf. He knew it in his very bones, he felt it gnawing at him from the inside, burning and scorching and glacial all together. He was nothing but the wolf. Then why do her tears bring me to my knees and break my heart?, he had seen the hope brimming into Sansa's eyes, he could picture it as Sansa laid it bare before him. Winterfell alive again, wolves stalking its corridors, Bran's sweetness — the salt of lady Stark's tears, or his own, onto the forehead of his brother as he laid as well as dead onto his bed after his fall — and Rickon's wilderness — his littlest brother hanging from his and Robb's arms, peals of laughter making tears pool at the corners of his blue eyes — making it alive again, filling it. Sansa holding their hands and teaching Bran how to be a good king and a good lord as he trained Rickon to be his sword and champion in the same way Jon was Sansa's. He and Sansa sharing in the burden their siblings wouldn't have to carry, letting them be children as they themselves would've deserved to be, once upon a time. It had all come alive under his very eyes. But then the wolf had stalked, had reminded him of his hunger. The lords could try and use Bran and Rickon against them, to Sansa's fear she was scared lord Reed already was attempting it. Sansa wanted them safe and defended, she loved them, she always had. He had lost count of how many times he had seen child Sansa carrying Rickon on her hip playing at being mother. If their brothers were alive she could have that. They were her blood and his, the blood of Winterfell. They were pack. Jon would bathe the entire North in the blood of every single northman before he let anything befall them, as his own heart would be broken in two, tears pooling from her eyes and sobs rocking her body. He looks at her sideways as they hear the shuffling of lady Lyra and ser Harry letting lord Reed inside. Her red hair have been brushed and fall into curls of liquid copper around her face, framing it. She looks lovely though pensive. She wears a green dress that had once belonged to lady Stark, she had to make adjustments to it — Jon had sat endless nights beside her nursing his mead as she worked tirelessly to ensure her mother's wardrobe, or what remained of it, fit her so not to waste coin and resources for a new wardrobe for her since winter was at their door — but now it fit her perfectly and it was almost unrecognizable. The green was one of the colors of House Stark, and Sansa had enriched it with the grey fabric she had taken from an old skirt and corset of late lady Walda Bolton she could not use any other way. She wore a belt of battered bronze and a ring Jon had presented her with when he had named her acting queen in perpetuity. She looked like a queen of winter, the fur kissing her collarbones. His queen of winter.

Lord Reed was showed inside, his gaze cold and lingering on Sansa, calculating. He brought his hand to his hip offering a bow “Your Grace” he saluted leaving it unclear who he was addressing, though Jon doesn't care. He cares not for titles. They are only words. And words don't matter. They are only means to an end. Sister. Brother. King. Queen. Father. Mother. Husband or wife. They were only words, the truth of the matter didn't change if the words did. Even if Jon never named Sansa queen it would not change the fact that she was his acting queen. The only queen he cared to have. Ghost curled around his chair, nudging his hand with his wet snout, his red eyes looking up to him and to Sansa. Imposing, mammoth and lethal. Silent and as dangerous as the cold winds freezing the walls from outside and making vapor rise like mist from its stones. Jon stroked behind his missing ear absentmindedly. “Lord Reed,” he greeted back as Sansa walked slowly to him, putting herself at his side “Her Grace tells me you have news pertaining the princes of Winterfell,” he shifted his position on the engraved chair, as Sansa rested her hand on his shoulder. Sansa twisted to look at lord Reed in the eyes. As if to challenge him. “I do,” lord Reed replied quietly, so quietly Jon almost would not have heard him if not for the fact that the winds had stopped howling outside, as the muffled sound of snow falling lingered in the air. He looked conflicted. Jon did not appreciate it. He had long since decided he would do without false truths and pretenses. He knew who he was, there was no conflict there, lord Reed seemed to hold steadfastly to those pretenses still. Torn between being and acting. “She says you supposedly affirm one of them to be on his way North soon,” he added “Know this. We love our brothers,” he said “so any lie pertaining them, or attempt on them if indeed they are alive, will be answered tenfold” He leaned back against the engraved chair “So, speak your truths, my lord” he stated “and let us hear them” Sansa's hand flexed against his shoulder and Jon itched to rise his own hand to rest above hers.

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Lorch Day 22: Banish

“Are you nervous?”

“A little…”

“I was also nervous during my first official assignment. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. You’ve completed the training and passed the final trial with flying colors! This job will be a breeze.”

Two kits, a young female with a rich green coat called Willow and a male called Sunshine whose colorful patterns were a stark contrast to the dull moss surrounding the path, could be seen walking along a narrow trail in one of the many forests that made up the Darkspine territory. The trees here had been growing undisturbed for centuries, their branches spreading out above them, blocking most of the sunlight from reaching down to the ground below. Having a lantern with you to guide your way was necessary for visiting wolves, but most local packs had adapted to the dim light and no longer needed the extra brightness to make out their surroundings. The kits were not local, however, they had been sent here by the leader to help a pack with a particular problem. Rounding another bend, and they finally reached their destination.

“Ah, here we are! The Elmrest Druids.”

A giant elm tree stood before them, and in its trunk were doors and windows. This was one of the more prestigious Druid schools in Darkspine, priding itself in their education of health potion making. During recent months, something had begun running wild around the surroundings at night, destroying the druids’ garden. So the kits, or more specifically the UCI “Unknown Creature Investigators”, had been contacted and asked to come and catch whatever it was that was harassing them. The UCI was a group of wolves specialized in dealing with beings of all kinds, both normal beasts and other…*not so normal* beings….

An old jocol suddenly appeared in front of them as if he had teleported there out of thin air.

“Greetings travelers.”

The two kits yelped in surprise but quickly straightened their backs and answered the greeting. It turned out to be one of the oldest Druids that had welcomed them. He spoke briefly about the recent events that had occurred and that both he and the rest of the druids had been trying their best to catch whatever it was that had been wreaking havoc in their quiet part of the forest but to no avail.

“It is as if the creature simply…vanishes. Like a shadow. I don’t know, maybe my old mind is playing tricks on me.”

The two kits looked at each other and nodded.

“Don’t you worry sir, we will get to the bottom of this. Rest assured.”

As they reached the garden it was clear to see that *something” had indeed been messing with it. The neatly tilled soil was disturbed in multiple places. The sprouts, mushrooms and bushes planted there had multiple leaves torn off, some had roots exposed, some had what looked like teeth marks on them. Curiously enough, the teeth marks seemed too small to belong to any creature that would normally visit these parts of the woods.

Willow opened the small leather pouch she had strapped to her side and took out an incense holder, incense and a lighter. After carefully placing the incense inside, she lit it and began swinging the small metal holder from side to side like a pendulum. The golden smoke that slowly spread through the air began drifting in the direction to a nearby watering can.

“Sunshine, prepare the basket. I think we got one..” “Right on it!” the male answered and opened a woven basket he had been carrying on his back. It was closed with thick leather straps which had runes embroidered onto them. He quickly unbuckled the straps and opened the lid, revealing a pitch black smooth fabric inside.

Willow started to slowly approach the watering can while still swinging the incense holder from side to side.

“Please come out little thing. We are not here to harm you.”

She walked closer, closer and closer. When she was just one step away she turned towards Sunshine and motioned for him to be ready with the lanterns and the basket.

“On the count to three. One. Two. Three!”

Then she reached down and toppled over the water can.

A small shadow-like creature suddenly burst out from the watering can and ran out onto the garden field at which the kits opened the flaps of their lanterns and let the light shine on it, blinding it momentarily. Then they simply swooped in and grabbed it by the scruff of its small neck, the special incense they used still made it possible to touch the creature with their bare paws. Willow placed it down into the basket while Sunshine hurried to close the lid and secure the leather straps.

“Was that the only one?” Sunshine asked Willow as she slowly swung the incense holder back and forth once more.

“Seems like it. Whatever it was here for probably happened a while ago and so I think the others lost interest in this place and moved on. Seems like this little one was the only one here. Must have had a real grudge against whoever it was that said it..”

The old Druid stood confused at the sidelines, looking between the kits and the basket in which the little shadow had been shoved.

“What..exactly was that..?”

“A lurking, sir.”

“Lurkling? What in Mika’s name is a lurking?”

“Lurklings are little shadow creatures that dwell in the deep woods of Darkspine. They love gossip and often hang around the outskirts of pack dens, listening in on the conversations of the wolves that live there. Sometimes you might catch a glimpse of a small pair of eyes staring at you from behind a tree trunk or hear snickering echoing among the leaves. If they like your tales, they might even leave you a little gift. The lurklings are said to be led by the Queen of Lurking, a massive dark shadow that is believed to be able to turn dreams into reality by bending the strings of the world to her will. Are you not familiar with the expression “Be careful what you wish for, the lurklings might tell their Queen about it.”

“You mean those small fairy tale creatures?”

“Oh no sir, they are not fairy tales. They are very much real, and something that most wolves forget is that if they hear something they REALLY DON’T LIKE they will cause trouble for the wolf or wolves that said the thing. Seems like this little one overheard something truly awful for it to act like this. This is the first time I’ve seen them cause so much damage.”

The old Druid looked as confused as before but thought it best not to ask more, his old mind too preoccupied by the thoughts of what needed to be done to restore the garden.

“So.. what will you do with it? Banish it into another realm? Lock it in a story book?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that sir. We will make sure it doesn’t disturb you anymore.”

“Well thank Mika for that. I will be sure to send the payment to your organization by the next full moon like agreed.”

The two kits thanked the jocol and packed their things before saying goodbye. They carried the woven basket between them as they walked. The little lurkling could be heard scratching inside the basket, its little claws tapering to no await.

“Hush little one. The Queen has been asking for you, you know… She has been trying to find you for a week now.”

The scratching inside the bag halted. Then a small whine could be heard.

“Yes, the Queen. She’s actually waiting for you at the end of the trail. Now behave yourself and we’ll let you out in no time.”

As the two kits made their way back from the Elmrest Druids, they suddenly felt a number of eyes on them. They started hearing whispers and snickering from the shadows. Here and there little sounds of rattling leaves.

“They are watching us, aren’t they?”

“Yepp. Have been for the past few minutes..”

“Oh dear…”

As they approached another large tree, the branches above them started to shake violently. The dark crown of leaves seemed to begin to move and twist, transforming into a mass of black as it sank down along the trunk of the tree and landed on the forest floor. As the light from above could shine down on the kits they realized that they now stood face to face with a massive shadow. It stretched all across the trees around them, seeming to shift in shape every time you tried to look closer at it. Then, after a few minutes of silently staring at it, it suddenly reached out a clawed paw and pointed it towards the basket between the kits. Willow looked nervously at Sunshine, who nodded, and opened the lid to the woven basket. The little lurking jumped out, now in its normal shadow form again. It slithered across the ground and up onto the tree trunk, next to the large shadow. A pair of pale white eyes opened in the middle of the small shadow and looked at them. A snicker, a wave, and it jumped up into the branches above, disappearing from view. A much larger pair of eyes then appeared, in the large shadow before them. The eyes were a bright yellow, almost shimmering like gold. They looked at the two kits and then closed as soon as they had opened.

“Thank you, for returning my kin to me. Is there a wish you want to make in return?”

“We only ask that no more lurklings roam near the Elmrest Druids.”

“Very well, so be it. Farewell, lightbringers.”

The shadow slithered back up the tree trunk and placed itself back onto the branches, once more blocking out the sun from shining down above the kits below.

Willow turned back to Sunshine, her coat standing on edge.

“I..think we made it?”

“Sure did! See, I told you your first mission would go great!”

“Sunshine…what would have happened if the Queen had been angry with us…”

“Oh…well, don’t worry about that. She’s friendly. Most of the time.”

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