#and then in the middle of a forest path he just stopped me and OH MY GOD

[pandorxxx]

Another man’s treasure

Neteyam x omatikayan fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: cursing, oral (reader receiving), p in v, multiple orgasms, neteyam having a size kink, neteyam being “Mr. Steal yo girl” kinda, creampie, marking, scenting.

Listen to Mr. Steal yo girl by Trey Songz for the best experience 😊

Synopsis: You wanted lo’ak, and it was no secret. However, you were scared to talk to him. When you went to Neteyam for help, he made it known that lo’ak wouldn’t be interested in you because of your abnormal (among navi) size. But you soon realized, that what one brother didn’t like, the other one loved…

🔞mdni🔞

“Cant you find something else to do? I don’t have time for this today.” Neteyam chuckled, pushing leaves out of his path as he went to fulfill his duties. This was becoming an everyday thing almost. You’d follow Neteyam into the forest as he did his daily chores just to bug him about the same old shit.

You had a huge crush on lo’ak, and since you and Neteyam were…somewhat friends, you decided that the only way to get in good with lo’ak was with the help of Neteyam. Although he wasn’t much help.

“Neteyam come onnnn. I’ll leave you alone if you talk to lo’ak for me.” You whined, running behind him to keep up with his long strides. You were alittle younger than both of them, but that didn’t stop you from trying. Also, you were alittle smaller than the average female Navi, so you got made fun of sometimes. But you had a “Fuck you” mentality when it came to bullies, you couldn’t care less.

“Why don’t you talk to him, huh? Why are you bugging me about it? I’ve got shit to do y/n.” He spoke calmly, making sure to hold the leaves down for you to walk through. He was such a gentlemen without even trying.

“You know him better than I do. I just figured you could help me out…TEYAM!” You shouted his name, making him halt in his tracks with an irritated sigh. He turn to you, walking alittle closer.

“Y/n please. I don’t have time to get in the middle of this shit. And plus, I personally don’t think that lo’ak would go for this.” Neteyam confessed.

“And why do you think that? I’m pretty, no?” You asked with a hint of aggression, eyebrow cocked as you awaited an answer. He chuckled, crossing his arms.

“You’re very pretty. But you know that’s not what I meant.” He shook his head. Your eyes narrowed, picking up on what he was insinuating.

“Well what DID you mean, Neteyam?” You asked, anger radiating off of your skin. He eyed your small frame up and down in curiosity.

“Fuck, don’t make me say it. It’s very obvious.” He ran his hand through his braids with a loud chuckle. You were now visibly angry, tail swaying high in defense as you clutched your bow. Although you were smaller, you were one of the best warriors here. Some would even say better than the mighty warrior himself, so he knew you meant business.

With a loud sigh, he finally fessed up. “Y/n…you’re tiny as fuck.” He nodded with a sarcastic grin.

“Neteyam, what does that have to do with anything? Huh?” You asked with heavy aggression, shifting your body weight to one hip.

“If I were lo’ak. I wouldn’t even wanna touch you. Might break your little ass.” He joked, however you didn’t find it funny whatsoever.

“Fuck you. I can take any male in this clan, you and lo’ak INCLUDED. Size means NOTHING!” You snapped, poking his chest angrily as you peered up at him. He let out a loud laugh, placing his large hands on your shoulders.

“I promise you, and I mean this in the most humble way possible. You cannot take me, y/n.” He spoke passive aggressively, his tone becoming alittle serious.

“Neteyam, check my fucking stats. I’d have you crying when I’m done.” You growled, smacking his hands off of your shoulders. It was no secret that you’d been with other males before, what girl hadn’t? Though small, you knew exactly how to please a man. And men just like Neteyam would underestimate you all the time…until they got their feel.

“Oh y/n, please. I’ve heard about you, trust me. But I’m a REAL man. Those little boys you’ve been with have NOTHING on me. You hear me? NOTHING!” He growled, jaw clenching in restraint. You laughed in his face, taking a step back to scan his body from head to toe.

“Oh, ok there big boy. Calm down. Did lil ole’ me get under the mighty warriors skin?” You mocked. Neteyam was a man of great restraint, but you were really pressing his buttons today. He let out a deep sigh, before chuckling to himself.

“Don’t make me ruin you for lo’ak.” Was all he said, in that deep tone of his. The one that meant business. The one that created a pool of your own slick in your loincloth. The one that made you shift back and forth experimentally, trying to find some sort of friction.

“A lot of open ended sentences today. Tell me what that’s supposed to mean.” You commanded, arms crossed as you took a step forward.

“You know what it means, don’t act so innocent y/n. And DONT challenge me. I’ll snap you like a twig.” He trailed off, eyeing you up and down. You laughed in his face again, at his sudden sexual advances. It was always lo’ak for you, but Neteyam was just as hot, if not hotter. He was stronger, taller, sexier, and a lot more mature.

“So do it. You have nothing but space and opportunity to show me. If I’m being honest, this sounds like a bunch of bs. I can’t take you seriously in this light, Neteyam. You’re always so uptight.” You teased, hoping that it would make him angry enough to take you, right here…right now. But he quickly caught on to your antics. He stepped closer, until your plump breast met his stomach. Peering down at you with a crooked grin.

“Oh, I don’t know y/n. You’re too small to ride this ride. I don’t wanna hurt you. You’re better off finding lo’ak. He’s more your speed.” He nodded.

“But the things I’d do to you…it’s unspeakable.” He whispered, running his large hand down your torso, all the way to the band of your loincloth. You bit your lip, directing your attention to the scene.

“Tell me about it, I’m all ears.” You spoke sensually, eyes meeting his once again. “Well first…I’d rip this fucking loincloth off of your hips.” He spoke, simultaneously ripping your cloth off. You gasped, finding your balance again from the unexpected force.

“Then…I’d turn you around, and bend you over.” He spoke. His tone low and full of lust as he spun you around, bending you over into a 90 degree angle. Your hands immediately finding refuge on the bark of the tree infront of you. You let out a little giggle as you turned your head to look back at him, waiting for his next move.

“Mmmhm.” he groaned, smacking your ass as he watched your arousal leak out of you like a stream. You let out a small whimper at the impact, so desperate for more.

He kneeled down behind you, coming face to face with your dripping cunt. He licked his lips before diving in. His calloused hands holding your cheeks opened as he devoured you whole.

“G-God, Neteyam!” You whimpered, digging your nails into the bark. He didn’t say anything else to you, didn’t even bother coming up for air. All you could hear was nasally gulps, and squelching sounds followed by low hums of satisfaction from him.

You could feel his tongue flicking, sucking, and gnawing on your sensitive clit before licking all the way up to your ass, giving it a small peck. And then he would go back to work on you. Your legs were starting to shake as your whines increased in volume.

“I-Im sooo close.” You spoke in exhaustion from holding yourself up. He hummed in response, wiggling his head as you used the flat of his tongue to taste you completely. This in turn, sending you over the edge. Without much warning, you released into his mouth. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but his strong hands held you in place as he lapped up your juices. All of your essence dripping down his jaw and neck.

“This pussy tastes like heaven, baby.” He chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before standing to his full height behind you.

“I want you to stay juuust like this for me. Think you can do that?” He asked as he untied his loincloth from around his his gently. You nodded in response, feeling his tip graze past your slit on the way up to slap his stomach.

He grabbed his cock, using the tip to play with your clit. “Mmm…” You hum, leaning your cheek against the bark as you watched him with desperate eyes.

With little to no warning, just a devilish smirk, he slide into you slowly. His cock was stretching you out more than you’d ever been, yet it felt like the perfect fit once he bottomed out. You let out a series of loud whimpers once you felt his tip probing at your cervix. That was a feeling you’d never had before.

“I know, baby. I know…” he moaned, thrusting into you slowly to get you used to his size. His large hands trailed all the way up your back, giving it a light rub before finding their way to the back of your neck.

“You’re s-sooo big!” You whined, knuckles turning white from the grip you had on the bark infront of you. He didn’t know what it was about your cries that turned him on so much. Maybe it was the fact that you were a tough girl, and seeing you so helpless at the hands of him made his head spin.

And as much as he loved to make fun of how small you were, he secretly loved it. The comparison of you to him had him aroused from the start. He was a relatively big guy, very strong, and muscular from his endless training. And although you were a warrior too, you simply didn’t look like one. You were very fragile…delicate to him. And he loved that he could have his way with you.

“Mhm, keep talking.” He growled, now picking up the pace. His warm sack smacking against your sensitive clit, creating the right amount of friction. On top of the constant pounding to your sweet-spot. You couldn’t even form a complete thought at this point. The pleasure was consuming you. And at that point, you realized that you’d never had sex like this. Neteyam had proven to you why he was the better choice.

“I-I can’t even….I-I d-don’t- FUUUCK!” You rambled. So flustered that you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. He let out a breathily chuckle, rutting into you like he’d never see you again.

“Ok! ok! ok! I-I can’t take this shit. y-you’re killing me, Teyam!” You whined, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were on the verge of such an intense orgasm, unlike anything you’d felt before. It was becoming too much for you to handle.

“But you’re so fucking close, baby. I can feel the way you’re squeezing me, sucking me in. I thought you could take me?” He spoke in a condescending tone, the same devilish grin plastered across his face as he watched your plump ass ripple with every thrust.

“I-I can’t take you! I CANT!” You whimpered, tears blurring your vision. He slowed down for you, just alittle, but not nearly as much as you needed. You began to gnaw at the bark in desperation, just trying to find some relief from your incoming orgasm.

“And why can’t you take me? I wanna hear this shit.” He spoke in a low tone, shifting his hands to your hips for more leverage. He began to thrust into you slow and deep, nearly knocking the wind out of you with every stroke.

Oh, how he loved this. He knew why you couldn’t, he just wanted to hear you say it. Hear you tell him how strong, and how big he was. It was an ego boost for him, and to have you completely drunk off of his cock was a huge turn on.

“Mmm t-oooo big. Way t-too big!” You spoke deliriously, legs beginning to shake as that knot in your stomach started to unravel. Your walls clenched around him before releasing your essence. You let out a series of loud moans, just like music to his ears.

“Thaaats right, baby. Cum on this big dick.” He moaned, smacking your ass with his bottom lip in between his teeth. His cock began to twitch Inside of you, signaling that he was about to cum. So instead, he pulled out of you quickly with a loud groan. He held your hips in place so that you wouldn’t fall as he caught his breath.

“Fuck.” He whispered under his breath. You managed to turn around in his embrace, leaning your back against the bark of the tree lazily.

“Y-You didn’t-“ you began, before he lifted his finger to silence you. “Don’t worry about me. I just wanted to give you alittle taste. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He confessed, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“What if I want you to hurt me?” You spat, bringing him flush to you by his hips. He cocked an eyebrow in confusion, but mostly curiosity.

“Give me your all, Neteyam. Give me everything, please. Even if we have to go at it all fucking night. I want more than a taste.” You spoke sensually, wrapping your arms around his waist before planting a kiss on his chest.

“Fuck, don’t talk like that. Please.” He chuckled, rubbing your arms lovingly as he stared down into your desperate eyes.

“And what about lo’ak, huh? I thought you had a thing for him an hour ago.” He asked playfully, already knowing that lo’ak was the farthest thing from your mind at this point.

“I want you now. Is that a crime?” You asked, not even letting him answer the question before you stood on your tippy toes, engaging in a passionate kiss with him. His hand found the back of your head, gripping your hair to deepen the kiss. The other hand snaking around to lift you up, pinning you to the tree behind you. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck.

“Mmm, take this off.” He spoke between kisses, referring to your top. You backed away from him slightly, leaning all the way back on the bark. He watched you intently, as you began to untie your revealing top. It popped open with the last knot, revealing your plump breasts. And just like a man, he licked his lips as his eyes locked to your chest.

“Fuuuck me.” He groaned before attacking your nipples. Gently gnawing at them to create love bites, and running his warm tongue around your areola. He nuzzled his head in your chest with low groans of satisfaction as he scented you. Everyone would know who you belonged to from here on out.

Without warning, he lifted you up by your ass, and slammed you down on his cock. You both moaning in unison. He immediately set a merciless rhythm, impaling you over and over again roughly.

“Oh great mother, yessss!” You praised, squeezing your eyes shut as your voice rippled through the forest due to his unbearable pace.

“Mmm, keep screaming like that.” He demanded, thrusting into you harder, knocking the air out of your lungs with every stroke. There wasn’t much else you could say, you were completely silenced.

“I-I..” you stuttered, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You let your head find refuge on the bark behind you, revealing your unscathed neck to Neteyam…big mistake for such a territorial male like himself.

He bent down to your neck, taking a deep breath before flashing his fangs. He grazed your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Without anymore hesitation, he bit down on your neck gently. Still hard enough to leave a mark.

“Oh my-“ you started, your head going completely limp on the bark behind you. You could feel another orgasm building deep in your stomach.

“B-Baby, Im so close. Sooo so close!” He moaned, watching your breast bounce from his hard thrusts. He was slowly loosing it, and he couldn’t contain himself much longer. He could feel his stomach muscles tense repeatedly, which is something that’s never happened to him. Beads of sweat began to roll off of his frowned forehead. His mouth was slightly agape, low whimpers falling from his lips. And at that moment, he realized he’d never had sex like this.

“FUCK!” He growled, his hand slapping against the bark behind you as he bounced you on his cock quickly.

“Give it to me, pleaseeee!” You screamed, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly, leaning your head on his shoulder. Your body began to tremble in his arms as your toes curled. You couldn’t hold it anymore. Your peak was nearing quickly.

“Ladies first. Cum on this dick again, baby.” He whispered in your ear, kissing the lobe gently. The act alone sending you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back, jaw slack as you released on him for the second time. Loud squelching sounds filling the forest as his cream coated cock slid in and out of you. He could feel your walls contracting around him, and he just couldn’t hold it any longer. “Ohhh, shit! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He chanted, releasing his seed deep into your empty womb with a loud groan.

“Don’t be sorry, I-I wanted it. Juuust like that!” You whined, rolling your hips into his to bury his seed deeper into your tight cunt. You both took a few minutes to catch your breaths before he pulled out slowly.

“Mmmhm…” He hummed, watching his excess cum drip to the ground beneath you. For a moment, you two stared at each other in awe, completely whipped by one another.

He had his mind made up, and it seemed as though you had changed yours. Neteyam was the only man you wanted from now on….

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[podcastenthusiast]

"Here should be safe to set up camp," Geralt says, scanning the treeline with his eyes in that odd witcher way. Like he's seeing much more than a mere mortal could.

"Thank the gods," sighs Jaskier, who's been really starting to regret skiving off those physical fitness courses at Oxenfurt.

"Get a fire started while I tend to Roach."

"Oh Geralt, I'd love to, I would. Truly it's colder than a sorceress' shapely—"

"Jaskier."

"Well, as they say: you can lead a bard to timber, but you can't make him—"

"Just do it, Jaskier."

"I don't know how! All right? I've never built a fire in the middle of nowhere before! It's not one of the seven liberal arts, and I much prefer my fires stoked by comely barmaids in taverns."

Geralt looks at him for a long moment. It's a complicated look—frustration and amusement and a hint of regret. Mostly it's a look that says Jaskier is an idiot for joining him on the Path.

"Right," Geralt says slowly. He begins building the campfire himself.

"I imagine they teach wilderness survival to baby witchers at witcher school."

Geralt looks at him again and there's something different in his expression. The ghost of a smile? Jaskier doesn't quite know how to read it.

"Kaer Morhen," he says. "And yeah. Something like that."

"Oh?" Jaskier has to rein in his enthusiasm, his curious questions. Geralt so rarely reveals anything personal about himself or his past. Not that Jaskier has been forthcoming in that regard either. They live in the moment, day by day, but some context would help his creative process.

Besides all that, he genuinely wants to get to know Geralt a little better.

"Vesemir took me out into the forest one day. Gave me a knife and left me there for a month."

There is no bitterness in his words. If anything, the witcher sounds...almost fond. Nostalgic. Proud of his younger self for overcoming the challenges his mentors set before him.

It takes a moment for the true meaning of that to sink in and, once it does, Jaskier is horrified. His own parents weren't great, but even they would never simply abandon him.

"He just— like as a test— what—?"

"Real eloquent, bard. I doubt he had any choice. Probably wasn't even supposed to give me anything."

"How old were you?" he demands, unsure if any answer will make this revelation less abhorrent.

"Six? Seven? Maybe eight. I don't know." Geralt makes a gesture with his fingers and the pile of wood beneath his hand sparks with flame. "Not old enough to have learned Igni yet."

He can picture it, too, so vividly. Curse his dammed artist's imagination. Geralt, just a kid, alone and scared and definitely cold—because no one bothered to teach him how to start a fire.

"Stop it," the witcher snaps.

"What?"

"Looking at me like that. I'm fine. I was fine back then. Wasn't so bad at all compared to the Grasses. Vesemir came back for me like he said he would. I survived the trial—no, I didn't just survive; I exceeded all expectations, which is why they..." The witcher trails off. Takes a breath.

All of that... It's quite a lot of words for Geralt. Honest words, even.

It's his job to talk, to sing, to commit the most painful and difficult experiences to beautiful poetic verse. But Jaskier doesn't know what to say to his friend right now. Surely he has to say something.

"Geralt..."

"Don't waste your pity. Save it for the ones who didn't make it through. I did."

"Okay," the bard replies, careful and tentative. He isn't a brave man, nor a particularly kind one. But Jaskier considers himself an honest fellow so he adds, "Just because you made it through, you know, that doesn't mean what happened to you was all right, Geralt. Children aren't supposed to be left alone to fend for themselves."

The witcher laughs—a humorless, wretched sound. He doesn't say anything at all to that. Which is okay, really; Jaskier just needed him to hear it.

There is a long silence. The fire crackles. Jaskier absently strums his lute.

"You're gonna write a ballad about this, aren't you," Geralt says after a while.

"No!" Maybe. Yes. He won't perform it.

"Hm."

The fire crackles.

Quite out of the blue, Geralt tells him, "I befriended a wolf back then."

"What? You're joking!"

"Witchers don't have a sense of humor. Common knowledge."

"Common misconception. Most people are just stupid. No, hang on, stop distracting me—You had a pet wolf?!"

"Not a pet," the witcher corrects, smiling faintly. "Fangtooth was her own wolf."

"Fangtooth?" Jaskier repeats, struggling to contain his amusement. "Not Roach?"

"No."

"Forgive me, but that's adorable."

"I was just a child. I wanted to stay with her in the wilderness. Be a wolf, too. Or a knight." He shakes his head dismissively. Silly childish dreams.

"But you didn't," Jaskier says. And feels stupid for saying something so obvious.

"Too late for that," Geralt replies without reproach. "I was already a witcher."

"As a child, I wanted to run away and join the circus," the bard offers.

"Of course you did."

They're quiet for a moment then. Comfortable, shared silence. Just the sounds of birds and forest creatures, and Roach contentedly eating grass. The fire crackles.

"Geralt, will you teach me to light a fire? Without witcher magic, obviously, since I don't have any."

"Why?"

"Because...well, because I could be a more useful traveling companion. Like Fangtooth must've been."

"...Fine," Geralt agrees after some thought.

It is a skill he will be very grateful to have on freezing nights in the coming years, especially whenever the witcher is too injured or ill from those dreadful potions to help set up camp. He will try not to think of the child Geralt once was, subjected to horrific tests of his ability to survive all on his own.

Except he hadn't been on his own back then, not completely. And he isn't alone anymore, either.

#whisking canons and headcanons together until i get the hurt/comfort i need #this time it's twn jaskier and stuff but some hexer geralt backstory #the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier fic #witcher fanfiction #possibly part of a series where jaskier realizes how fucked up geralt's childhood was

[bwabys-scenarios]

Werewolf kurapika loves head scratches from his beloved fluffy witch reader.

Witch reader found and injuried golden fur wolf in the forest one day near her home and brought him home to help the poor thing.

Know wolf!kurapika simply wants to breed his beloved witch with a whole litter of puppies.

A witch and her werewolf pt1

Werewolf!Kurapika x Fem!Witch!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: kurapika is horny for reader

Part 2

You’d only recently moved into the small cabin located in the middle of a large green forest. These days, it was hard for a witch such as yourself to survive anywhere other than in isolation.

You’d been chased out of several towns after attempting to sell your ‘potions’, which were really simple healing salves.

You sighed into your tea, looking out into your backyard. It was nearly nighttime, and if you didn’t hurry and cast your protection circle over your home, you weren’t sure what could try to get into your home in the dead of night!

‘Ah, I’m almost out of mint…’

You glanced out of your window, then grabbed your basket. ‘I should have enough time…’

You slip on your pastel pink cloak and matching witch hat before leaving your home.

The evening air is a bit chilly, which surprises you. It had only been fall for a few weeks now, had the fall chill really set in that quickly?

You spot a cluster of mint after around 10 minutes of walking, mentally scolding the past residents of the forests for letting the invasive plant take over. You take as much as possible, not bothering to leave any behind like you usually would when you foraged.

“Hmm… this should be enough…”

You close your basket and turn, beginning your trek back to your cost little cabin.

About three minutes in, you spotted something lying in the middle of the path ahead of you. Your first instinct was to pause at the metallic scent in the air.

“… hello?”

The form in the middle of the path moved slightly at your greeting. You approached, attempting to see exactly what it was.

As the shape in front of you became more solid, your eyes widened. “Oh my…”

The shape was a large wolf with the most beautiful golden fur you’d ever seen. As you got closer, you could hear a low growl coming from the wolf.

It was lying on its side, panting softly between growls. You, an animal lover, kneeled a few feet away from it as it attempted to snap at you. “Hey, hey, no need for that. I’m not going to hurt you.”

You cooed at the thing, sitting in its presence so it could get used to your scent. After several minutes, it seemed to calm a little. If you wanted to hurt it, you would have by now.

“Are you hurt, sweetheart?”

You scooted a little closer, stopping when it gave you a warning growl. You were close enough now to see what had happened.

It’s stomach had been sliced, along with one of its paws being stuck in a trap.

“Damn poachers… they’re not supposed to hunt in this forest.”

You edge closer to its paw, huffing when it bared its teeth. “I want to help you! If I was going to hurt you, I would have done it by now. I can get this trap off, you just have to trust me.”

As if it could understand your words, the wolf extended its paw to you, almost pleading at you with its big red eyes to help it.

“Okay, this is going to hurt, but bare with me, okay?”

You grabbed the trap and opened it up, pulling it away as the wolf panted in pain. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Shh, shh, it’s over now.”

It allowed you to stroke its head comfortingly, the wolf seeming to relax a bit.

“Now, how am I going to get you home…”

You were about to attempt to pick it up, but as if he could sense your unease, it form began to shrink, until it was the size of a medium sized dog.

“Ah. Magic wolf. Of course.”

You used your cloak to wrap around it before picking it up. “There, don’t want you to get cold, hmm?”

As you walked back, you felt the wolf nuzzle into you, getting comfortable in your arms.

——————

After casting a protection spell over your home, you moved inside to care for your special guest.

The wolf lay in front of the fire, back to its original form. It seemed that shifting between the two forms strained it quite a bit, the thing panting heavily.

“It’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you.”

You ran your hands over it’s fur, rubbing a healing salve into its wounds. “There we go…”

You bandaged it afterwards, noticing it had fallen asleep in your lap. ‘Aww, I don’t want to wake it up…’

You leaned against the wall, yawning. ‘This should be fine… it’s just for tonight…’

You fell asleep by the fire, fingers brushing through the wolf’s long fur.

——————

When you woke up, you noticed the weight in your lap had shifted during the night. Instead of the heavy feeling of the wolf’s large head in your lap, you felt something… lighter. Smaller.

You glanced down, nearly jumping out of your skin when a pair of VERY human red eyes stared back up at you.

“Holy-“

You scurried away, backing up against the opposite wall. The man that had been lying in your lap only looked at you, tilting his head to your terrified expression.

“Wh-who…”

He was naked, the only thing keeping his body covered was…

‘That’s the blanket I covered the wolf with last night…’

“Oh.”

The man, or well… half man(?) crawled towards you, eyes locked on yours. He stopped right in front of you, his bare chest touching your knees.

“You’re a…”

You glanced up, seeing two wolf ears twitching slightly every time you spoke.

“Werewolf.”

He’d spoken for the first time, a smile tugging at his lips. “And you’re a witch, correct? I can smell potions.”

He leaned forward, sniffing at your neck. “Mmm…”

You squeak, pushing him away. “H-hey! You can’t just sniff people!”

He tilted his head again, and if he wasn’t a random naked werewolf sitting way too close to you so early in the morning, you may have found it… cute.

“I forget how shy humans are. You allowed me to familiarize myself with your scent before, what’s the difference now?”

Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “Before I thought you were an injured animal, but…”

He leaned back, ears twitching as he stared at her. “But?”

You shook your head. “Never mind. We need to get you… dressed.”

You stood up, noticing that the blondes eyes followed every movement you made. “Where are you going?”

“To make you some clothing.”

He stood up, the blanket falling from his form. “I’ll come with you.”

You stared at his exposed lower half for a moment before turning around. “Please cover yourself.”

He blinked, picking up the blanket and holding it over his body. He was tall and lanky, pale and delicate, not what you’d assume a werewolf to look like. Honestly, the man was quite handsome, and seeing him naked was getting you flustered.

You quickly began working on cobbling together something, using some old fabric to make him a pair of baggy pants and a tank top. “This should do for now.”

He pulled on the clothing, continuing to stare at her. “Is this better?”

You nodded. “Much. Now…”

You grabbed his arm, the man letting out a warning growl as you examined his injury. “Hey, I’ll have none of that. I’m just checking to see how it’s healing.”

You had him sit down, the man watching with careful ref eyes as you tended to his wound, hissing lowly as you pulled back the bandages.

“Hmm, it’ll need more salve…”

You gently applied more salve, the wolf’s ears flattening when it felt the cool feeling against his scorching wound.

“There, all done. Now let me see your tummy.”

The man held up his shirt as you did the same there, tail wagging slightly when you rubbed the salve into his skin.

“Good boy, you’re all bandaged up.”

His tail thumped against the couch when you said this, though you paid him no mind. “So, what happened to get you all hurt?”

He seems guarded, giving you a once over before he leans back into his seat. “… as you may know, when werewolves transform, we take on the bodies of wolves.”

You now, sitting down across from him.

“My people… we were sought after due to our blonde coats. We are the only species of werewolf that has them, and a few years ago, my entire clan was wiped out.”

You hold a hand over your mouth, gasping. “Oh my god.”

He takes a minute to continue, breathing in. “Ever since, I’ve been trying to avenge my fallen clan, but last night…”

He held a hand over his injured arm. “The poachers that killed my clan cornered me.”

You place a hand on his knee in an attempt to comfort him, earning a suspicious glance. “They were planning on waiting for me to transform during the full moon so they could harvest my coat. Thankfully, I was able to escape. Not before earning these, though.”

He gestured to his wounds, ears flattening at the memory. “If you hadn’t of taken me in, they most likely would have found and killed me. I am indebted to you.”

The man looked up at you with those startling red eyes, a determined look on his face. “What can I do to repay you, witch?”

“Well, for starters you can call me (Name).”

You stood up, giving him a smile. “And secondly, you can tell me your name!”

He blinked, tilting his head much like a dog would. “My name… is Kurapika.”

“Well, Kurapika, what would you like for breakfast?”

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Kurapika had never been treated with such kindness before. You diligently cared for his wounds, feeding him and making sure he got plenty of rest.

“Kurapika?”

He looked up from a book you’d provided him. There was a pile of books next to him, where he’d sit the novels down after he finished them. “Hmm?”

You plop down on the couch next to him, smiling. “How are you feeling?”

“… better.”

He lifted his shirt up, showing the wound had nearly healed completely. You look over it, humming. “Ah, that’s good. And your arm?”

He held it out for you, almost like a dog would when you ask it to shake you hand. You turn it around, tilting it in a few different directions until you’re satisfied. “Hmm, I think it’s all good.”

You stand before him. “Kurapika, since you’re all healed up, what would you like to do?”

His tail thumps against the couch as he thinks this over. “I… would like to repay my debt to you.”

“But-“

He growls lowly, causing you to quiet down. “Sorry, sorry… but I will be repaying my debt to you. Until then, I’ll… be staying.”

You tilt your head. “Oh? Well, I certainly don’t mind the company. And it is pretty dangerous living alone out here…”

He seemed to perk up at that, ears twitching. “Dangerous?”

“Yes, I may be a witch, but I specialize in healing and potions, not defense. The only protection I have is my protection circle.”

He seems to grow tense at the information, growling lowly. “… well, you won’t have to worry about anything hurting you while I’m here.”

Kurapika scoots closer to you, as if him being closer will give you just that much more protection. “Aww, how sweet of you!”

Before he can process what’s happening, you lean forward and pat the top of his head, scratching between his ears. “What a good boy!”

His eyes go wide, red taking over his cheeks as his tail thumps wildly against your couch.

After giving him a good pat, you begin to pull your hand away.

“Okay, now that’s all figured o-“

You squeak when Kurapika pulls your hand back onto his head, a low whine emanating from his throat. “Kurapika? Do you…”

You continue petting him, gently fondling his ears. He sighs in contentment, leaning forward to nuzzle against your tummy. ‘Note to self, werewolves like head scratches.’

—————

“Alright, Kurapika, let’s go!”

The tall man followed behind you, holding into your hand as you walked through the market. You were able to cast a spell hiding his inhuman attributes, leaving him looking like a handsome man.

“Hello, this is the men’s clothing stall, correct?” You smile at the man behind the stall, gesturing for Kurapika to step forward. “My… friend here is in need of some new clothes. Ripped his.”

“Ahh, you came to the right place! We just had several tabards come in from across the sea!”

You look up at Kurapika. “Is a tabard something you’re interested in?”

He nodded, looking at the fabric. “My… family wore these. It was traditional.”

“Then pick a few out, okay? I’ll go get you some shirts and pants. I’ll be back in a minute, Pika.”

You could feel his tail, invisible now, smack against your leg. “Hehe, you like that?”

“… yes.”

You patted his back. “I’ll be right back, be good okay?”

Before he can reply you leave, walking through the market. For a bit, you get distracted buying some more fruit and herbs, but finally purchase Kurapika’s pants and shirts. “Hmm, I guess he needs underwear too… sir, where is the-“

You feel someone’s hand cover your mouth and drag you behind a stall. “Mmph!!”

“Shh, stay quiet little missy, if you know what’s too got you.”

The feeling of cold metal pressing against your neck makes you go still. “There, now…”

The man holding you captive takes your satchel from you, laughing. “Purchased a lot today, eh? Ain’t it a shame I’m gonna take it all?”

He lifted your coin purse from your satchel, whistling. “Where’d ya get all this money from, lil missy? Rich family? Never the matter. Now, come with me and I won’t hurt y-“

A growling sound came from behind the two, causing you to sigh in relief. “Unhand the woman, before you really piss me off.”

The man holds the blade tighter to your neck, causing you to yelp when it breaks your skin. “And what are you gonna do about it, pretty b-“

The man’s eyes widen when Kurapika grabs his hand quicker than he can react, squeezing his wrist to the point it snapped, causing the knife to clatter to the ground. Kurapika grabbed you, pushing you behind him. “Stay behind me, (Name).”

You whimper, causing the blonde to growl. “You hurt her, you filth. No one, and I mean no one touches her, you hear me?”

“Please, I didn’t- I didn’t know she belonged to someone! Let me go, p-“

Kurapika dropped the man. “Out of my sight.”

As the man scurried away, Kurapika dropped to his knees to check over you. His nose buried itself in your neck, sniffing you as his hands checked over you. He lapped up your blood, nuzzling against your wound. “Are you alright, (Name)? Does it hurt?”

You shook your head, lip quivering. “No… I’m okay…”

He cooed, picking you up and holding you in his arms. “Let’s get home, (Name). We can finish the shopping some other time.”

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Over the next month, Kurapika had grown to be very protective over you. He was by your side constantly, accompanying you when you foraged, when you went shopping, and even to meetings with other witches.

He seemed to dislike people getting too close to you, especially those of the opposite gender. When your wizard friend Leorio came over for dinner, Kurapika would growl and pull you closer to him, often nuzzling into you to make sure you smelled like him and he smelled like you.

He had grown rather attached to the cute witch that treated him so kindly. You even helped him with recovering and burying the pelts of some of his clan!

“(Name)…”

He pulled you closer, cooing into your shoulder as you pet him. “Yes, Kurapika?”

“Mmm…”

He inhaled your scent, ears perking up when you laughed. “Oh, Kurapika, you’re just the cutest you know? My pretty little familiar~”

He pouted. Just that week, you declared that he was your familiar, mostly to answer your witch friends why you had a random man/werewolf in your house. Kurapika knew he was only there to repay a debt, but… he’d grown to really like you.

And by really, I mean really.

His eyes followed your swaying hips as you walked away, tail wagging as his pants grew tight. Lately, his mind has been plagued by thoughts of breeding you, to the point he thought he might be going into rut.

Kurapika had never felt this way before. He’d had several ruts, but just ended up dealing with them all by himself. Now, he had a cute little witch that he wanted to breed until she was completely stuffed. She was the only one he wanted to have his puppies, and just the thought made his head fuzzy.

“Kurapika, come here! It’s dinner time~”

And he came at her beck and call, sitting down at the table as she made him a plate.

‘Gonna need to start… the courting process.’ He thought, staring at the woman in front of him with lovesick eyes. She smiled, allowing him to pull her closer as he ate.

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[hopepetal]

So @applestruda and I, as well as a friend of ours, have been watching Fantasy High together. That made me think. What if some of our sillies played DND?

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Grian smiled, the kind of smile that always preceded a prank or something equally as dastardly. “You find yourself traversing through the forest, surrounded by trees that stretch–” And he reached up with an arm to show the great height of the forest– “right up to the sky, it seems. There's a muggy, sort of humid air, and you can hear that the birds are calling for potential mates in the distance.”

Impulse nudged Jimmy with a grin. “Hey, lover bird, sounds like your kind of crowd.”

Jimmy flushed a bright pink, spluttering out, “No, what the– oh my gosh, Impulse, that's so rude!” to laughter from around the table.

Even Grian had to hide a chuckle, before going back to describing the scene. “And you see, as you're trekking through this jungle– Pearl in front, slashing through the vines and smaller underbrush with her sword– you find that the underbrush suddenly stops, and there is a huge lake of what seems to be quicksand blocking the path.”

“Can I jump over it?” Pearl asked immediately, to which Grian, after a moment of consideration, shrugged.

“It's worth trying,” he answered, “give me an acrobatics roll.”

Pearl took up one of her starry blue die and rolled it, peering at the number when it stopped moving. “14– 18, with acrobatics.”

Grian thought for a moment, before shrugging and nodding his head. “...yeah, that works. You, take a few steps back, get a running start, and you jump over that quicksand like its nothing. It's– definitely not nothing, you probably just broke a human world record for long jump with half the effort, but hey, that's the fun of not being human!”

“I feel targeted,” Impulse joked, earning a round of giggles.

“Right, then. That's Pearl's turn.” Grian turned to Jimmy. “Do you wanna try doing the same thing, or are you gonna look for another way...?”

Jimmy grabbed his die, shaking it eagerly in his hands. “Oh, we're jumping this thing, baby.” He released the die, glanced at the number, and let out a horrified exclamation. “Nat one! That's– no, oh no, that's not–!”

Grian already had an evil grin on his face. “So, you go to jump over this huge thing of quicksand– and it's huge, man, you don't even know why you're doing this– and you land right in the middle of it, flat on your face, and begin to sink.”

Jimmy groaned, burying his head in his hands as the table laughed. “Oh, this is awful, this is awful...”

Tango fumbled with his die. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, can I– can I roll to help him, or something?”

Grian snickered. “Go ahead.”

Tango rolled, and screeched. “Oh no! I got a nat one! Ohhh, no!”

The whole table started dying from laughter, Scar almost falling out of his chair, startling Jellie in the process. Tilly barked once, her tail wagging as she panted heavily.

Grian wiped tears from his eyes. “Ohhh, boy. Oh man.” He giggled, his wings shaking as he tried to calm himself. “Right. So, you see Jimmy sinking face first into the quicksand, and you quickly jump out to help him– falling straight into the quicksand yourself, almost landing on Jimmy in the process.”

Tango pulled his knees up to his chest, burying his face in his knees as he wailed. “Oh, nooo! I'm so sorry, Jimmy!”

#my writing #jimmy solidarity #tango tek #grian #pearlescentmoon #impulsesv #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo isn't mentioned but he's here #i promise #boatem #ranchers #tilly the dog #jellie the cat #moon big dnd au

[ranchiballz]

I hate that damned movie.

Vance doesn’t like asking for affection. His ego is WAY too big. so he’s gonna scare it out of you instead.

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1254

Warnings: Language, 🧿, 🌸

“I can't believe you made me watch that.” You said as you walked hand in hand with Vance.

“I can't believe you've never seen it!” He said with a hint of surprise in his voice. One thing Vance loved was making you scared. Scary movies? Yep. Sneaking up behind you? Check. Calling you in the middle of the night saying he sees you? Definitely. Making you watch Jaws, then taking you to a lake to swim so you will huddle up in his arms because of the “sharks”? Welp, that was his plan this time.

“Seriously, Vance. Last night I was trying to take a bath but I couldn't because I thought a shark was going to eat me. So thank you.” You said with sarcasm lacing your tone. You knew why he did it. You didn't mind clinging to him, but his ego is too big to ask. Instead, he makes you watch a stupid horror movie, the kind that scares the living shit out of you so that you are forced to shove your face in his arm

“You are so fuckin welcome” Vance chuckled out loud. He would have made a witty quip if he wasn't so concerned about where he was. He looked around, trying to find the familiar dirt path in the lush, green, forest. He wasn't was lost, just too distracted by the idea of you shaking in his arms. This was his most genius idea yet, surprised himself when he thought of it. I mean, you were the smart one, you came up with all the good date ideas. All he did was tag along. You pretty much-planned everything. The food, how you would get there, what you were going to do, who was going to be there so Vance wouldn't get in a fight. That last one really only worked 50% of the time. Vance looked around some more trying to find the familiar stone that looked like a V. This place was pretty much sacred to him, it's where his mom used to take him as a kid when they needed to get away from his father. Those were bitter-sweet memories. So this was really big for him. But he was willing to share it with someone who was a big part of his life.

“Oh Hey! That stone looks like a heart!” You mused

“No it looks like a V.” He retorted

“A V is just a thin heart.” You said back. The look you gave him said, “ I'm cute so you have to agree with me”. He had to agree with you, because well… He didn't know why, maybe he was just feeling generous today.

“Your right it's a heart, now come on that's the path”. Vance agreed, pulling you towards the path.

“So where are you taking me anyways?” You questioned. You had never seen this place or even heard him talk about it. The way he made his way through the forest made it seem like he had been here 100 times. ‘I swear to god, Vance Hopper if you lead me to some haunted cabin in the words I'm gonna-’

“We’re here.” He announced. You didn't know where he had taken you but it was beautiful. It was an enchanting view. The Colorado pines were so tall, and they made everything smell like Christmas. The crystal clear, bright blue water shimmered like glass in the sun. It was so clear that you could see the ridged stones bunched up together. Your hand slowly slid out of Vance's as you walked off onto the creaky, old, wooden dock. You marveled at the view, “this is a lot better than a haunted cabin in the woods” you whispered to yourself. You were about to say something to Vance until you heard loud stomping noise behind you.

“WOOHOO!” Vance shouted as he jumped into the water, splashing you when he landed. Laughing, you shook head, ‘what a kid’. Your joy ended up quickly when he didn't come back up.

“Vance?” You called out. No answer.

“Stop messing around and come back up.” You demanded. Still no answer. At this point, you were becoming very distraught. ‘Why hasn't he come up yet?’

“Vance!” You yelled. You were freaking out at this point. You got on your hands and knees, looking down into the water searching for a single glimpse of gold.

“WRHAA!”

“AHHH!” You screamed and fell backwards on your ass.

“VANCE HOPPER! YOU SON OF A BITCH!” You thundered. He fell back into the water, laughing hysterically. Your heart was going 100 miles an hour, it felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. You were so mad at him right now. You knew he was going to do something like this. He was so irritating sometimes.

Your thoughts did a complete 180 when you saw him swimming around and laughing. Laughing loud too. It was very rare that you saw him like this. Usually, you were the one laughing at something, he would just let out his “cool guy” chuckle. As you stared, he continued to move his arms in a circular motion swimming backward. You loved his smile because you knew he was genuinely happy when he was, and that made you happy. Your eyes moved to his wet hair. It was still curly, but dark and flat instead of golden and poofy. His bangs stuck to his forehead, and the ends of his hair flowed in the water. Then your eyes moved a little lower to his-

“You gonna get in or you just gonna sit there and stare?” Vance mocked. You had been caught. He caught you. You noticed that he caught you. He noticed that you noticed. Your face became warmer than the summer sun. ‘How embarrassing, i’m going to go die in a hole now.’ You got up from the dock and walked back to your things. to try to get rid of this feverish feeling you had. You looked at his clothes, carelessly piled up in a bunch on the dirt. ‘wait.’

“Yes, I have shorts on!” He shouted out, basically sensing your panic. You gave a nervous chuckle before taking off your own clothes. You hung up your clothes on a nearby tree branch right before walking back to the edge of the dock.

“I’m not jumping in by the way.” You informed him

“What? Why not just jump in? You’re not scared are you?” Vance said slyly.

“No, I'm not scared! I just don't want to get in right now.” You defended, avoiding his eyes

“I didn't come here to be watched by you like some stalker” He retorted. ‘I hate him’ you thought to yourself ‘that's not true I actually really like him, damn feelings’. You mentally punched yourself as you sighed. You picked yourself up and took a few steps back. You then took a few quick steps forward and jumped far out into the water. ‘Please don’t be cold’. You crashed into the water, immediately tensing up from the contact. ‘Oh great, it’s cold.’ You quickly rushed to the surface, gasping for air. You swam over to where you could touch, just a little closer to the dock than Vance. He gave you a genuine smile, and you smiled back taking in this moment because you knew you weren’t going to have it forever. It was a perfect moment, Just you and him, but you know, he has to ruin everything.

“SHARK!” Vance screamed while pointing out into the open. The amount of fear your felt at that moment was ASTRONOMICAL. You basically leapt onto Vance, looking around the water while subconsciously climbing up him as your attempt to get out. ‘This is a lake Y/N’. Your fear shortly turned into irritation as you slowly turned to face him.

“I hate that damned movie.” You hissed as you glared at him “and I hate you.”

“Yeah whatever, you fuckin liar” He then grabbed your face into his hands. Who leaned in first? He doesn't know, but that doesn’t matter. ‘Mission accomplished’.

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A/N- I wrote this at 5 in the morning yesterday while i was sick so some of it might not make sense. but this story kind of goes along with my main Vance hopper x reader story. But i hope you enjoyed. Luv yuh- ♡g

#vance hopper x you #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #jaws #theblackphone #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #fluff #Spotify

[eveenstar]

So in your soft Hoodie hc, you mentioned you had an urge to write a one-shot about the nightmare part right? Well then allow me to request for a one-shot of that :)

Please feel free to decline of you've moved on from that...

So terribly sorry this took so long and is short, the ending is a bit meh cuz i lost myself midway. Hope you still like it!

Hush now | Brian Thomas/Hoodie

Summary: A nightmare aroses you from your slumber, and for the third time in his life, Brian feels hopeless.

TW: Reader's gender and pronouns are not mentioned.

It came to you during the night, that feeling of feigned conformity, that it is alright - that you're safe - but you aren't. The blinds of the room have all been shut to prevent any light, be it from the Sun or the Moon, and you can't make the shape of your own hands as they come to meet your chest, resting over your racing heart, feeling the pulse.

You're panicking.

Why are you panicking?

Nothing happened.

Everything is fine. You're fine.

Something else is amiss. You don't feel the heavy presence of Brian - or Hoodie - next to you. Relutanctly reaching a hand out, your suspicions are confirmed. Sometime during the night, he left the bed, but that does not come as a surprise. He comes and goes.

But this crippling anxiety doesn't seem to go. It has set its teeth and claws on your heart, its poison running through your veins. You're frozen in place, battling a war inside your mind. Focus, you repeat, focus!

Flashes come to your mind, but not of sweet orchards and butterflies. No, darker images of the torments that linger in the back of your mind. A feeling of deja vu settles in, and you realise the nemesis behind your panic - a nightmare. A child's nightmare, even. Not being able to scream, being away from mommy and daddy, no one coming to help-

Oh, gods, the dread that overwhelms you is too much to bear. You're no stranger to nightmares - you two are well acquainted by now. After all, are you not the one living with a serial stalker and murderer in the middle of the woods, in the territory of a long-limbed entity with no face?

But you had found ways to overcome them. Brian was never around when they happened, but in the rarer occasions that he was, a mere hand lingering over your back was all that you'd receive. Or pills. This was different, however. This nightmare was bolder than the others - challenging you into a whole new perspective, because this time your tormentor was not the shadow in the forest or its followers, or something else entire. No, the being - person - on the other end of the knife was the one with the tired, blue eyes you've come to love.

But Brian would never harm you. Not intentionally. He would never-

Answer: He was watching you.

Not the answer you wanted, but needed. The light cleared a path amidst the darkness, illuminating the bed in a bright flash. There you sat, shaking like a leaf, holding yourself as if your body would evaporate at any moment. Brian stood in the doorway, as still as a rock, watching you. You couldn't see the look in his eyes. You refuse to see it, in fact. You were too embarrassed to meet his gaze and see what lays behind them.

Seconds, minutes, hell centuries could've passed as you two remained as you were. It was too quiet, apart from the rapid sound of your breathing. You clenched your sweaty hands, trying to convince yourself this was just another nightmare.

It wasn't.

Brian crossed the room with slow, methodical steps. The dirt in his boots created a trail that led to the bed, to you, and stopped just on the edge of it. Even if you weren't looking at him, you could feel his gaze on you and it made you feel small. You hated it. You hated the feeling of danger that came with it as the flashbacks of your nightmare came flooding back to you.

Had it been a nightmare, your mind whispered, or a haunting premonition?

It took a pregnant pause for Brian to sit down in front of you, at a considerably safe distance. He studied you first, what was wrong, what he couldn't fix. A feeling of deja vu ran through him, but for different reasons.

You flinch from his hand when it comes in contact with your arm, and he withdraws it as if he's been burnt. Without a second glance, Brian abruptly comes to his feet and rummages through the dressers and cabinets in the room. You feel as if he's angry or nervous, but neither are shown through the invisible armour he wears. He's as fast as he is quiet, you don't see or hear him before he's there, standing in front of you with the familiar bottle of pills in his hand.

You've come to become familiarised with the different pills in the house. There's some for emergencies, others for pain, antidepressants... A whole rainbow of them. You can't lie and say they have never come in handy before. Especially when anxiety was at its pike.

Tonight, you feared you'd need more than a simple bottle of pills.

"Brian." The name slipped from your lips with a sob, the lump in your throat threatening to explode at any moment. "Please."

You saw the way his hand clenched around the pill bottle, and you feared your words had triggered something in him. Something bad. Something like what happened in your dream.

A hand came to pet the top of your head, and seeing as you didn't flinch this time, Brian sat down again. Closer, so close your shoulders were almost touching. You took a deep breath - inhaling, exhaling - and your shoulders shook. You were too frustrated with your mind to feel embarrassment, but you knew it would hit you sooner or later. You had never broken down like this, not in front of him.

To your non-surprise, Brian remained still, blue eyes narrowed and watching you. You could see how tense he was, yet you still couldn't figure out the quiet storm in his eyes.

Against your better judgement, you find yourself leaning against him, hiding your sobbing face in the crook of his neck. For a moment, you think he will push you away. But he doesn't, as he never has when you were in...such a state.

One hand comes to rest on your back, awkwardly running circles. He said nothing, hell, you couldn't even feel if he was breathing. His chin came to rest on top of your head and remained there. It was the most Brian had ever done for you.

By the time morning came, you had fallen asleep in Brian's arms. The deepest sleep you had in a long time, but a dreamless one. Somehow, you could still feel him there, holding you as if he was some sort of pillar. In a way, he was. Holding you on top of the world.

You know Brian would if he could. There's still a man underneath all his bloody armour. That man came to you last night.

#brian thomas x reader #hoodie x reader #hoodie creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #brian thomas #creepypasta fandom

[lanitalay]

Before I Say Goodnight

Chapter 1

a/n: chapter 1!! let me know what you think! enjoyyy :)

Other Chapters

"Lucien"

He looks to the side like he heard something and proceeds to put the fire out "Get up, we have to go". Your head feels like it's going to explode "What do you mean we have to go? I'm not going anywhere with you". He gives a blank stare. "What?" He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Where are you going to go?" You look around trying to figure out which way is the path but in the darkness that's an impossible task. "I need to get back to my hotel, my check out is tomorrow at 11". He cocks his head and his expression shifts from annoyed to confused. "What are you saying?" Am I the crazy one here? "I'm saying that I need to get back to my hotel, tomorrow I leave for Edinburgh and if I miss my train I'll be stranded". "I've never heard of a place called Edinburgh, what court is it-" He stops mid sentence and looks around sharply. "I'm sorry" he says as he puts his hands on your waist, flings you over his shoulder and takes off running. "What are you-? Put me down!" What is this guy on? He zigzags through the trees and you feel sick from the hasty movements. You begin kicking and punching and thrashing, attempting anything for him to put you down and let you make a break for it but it's as if you're nothing more than a bag on his shoulder, his grip remains firm. You open your mouth and bite down on the flesh of his back and to that he reacts with a groan. You bite down harder hoping it hurts enough for him to let go but instead he knocks your head against a tree and blackness swallows you up once again.

"Where did you find her?" a far away voice asks your captor. "She was in the Spring Court near the border. I don't know anything other than her name and that she's staying in a place called Edinburgh. Have you ever heard of it?" Lucien sounds exhausted and out of breath. "No, at least not in Prythian. Oh look she's waking up" you stir from where you lay. It's a nice sofa. You open your eyes to see you're in a beautifully decorated house. The walls are covered in exquisite floral paper, the other chairs look just as soft, the lamps glow with a warm delicate light and a fire burns in the hearth in the middle of the room. In front of you are Lucien and two others. A shorter woman with reddish hair and a taller man with brown hair all looking at you expectantly. "Where am I?" you ask wearily. Noting that you are unbound and they are unarmed, as far as you can tell. The woman speaks "Lucien brought you to the human lands". You blink. That seems redundant. But that's when you see it. The glimmer in her eyes is fire-like. Lucien's pointed ears and mechanical eye. The other man has a haunted look in his eyes, like he's burdened with lifetimes of sorrow. None of them have a Scottish accent. Human Lands. Your breathing get shallow as realization begins to set in.

It was years ago in a casual conversation with a friend. "Oh my god, y/n, have you heard about fairy circles?" She asked with a worried look that made you smile endearingly. "No, but tell me all about them" she raises her hand to her head and says "I was watching a TikTok about them, they are basically like circles in the ground and if you step on them you give the fairies permission to enter your life and they can be good fairies or bad fairies" you raise your eyebrows, "Oh, wow that's creepy". "Yeah, the bad fairies are hideous, the stuff of nightmares really" she takes out her phone and shows you the video. Laughing you joke about making a mental note to never step in the middle of something like that. That was years ago and it was obviously a clickbait video. But the circle... it was the same as the one in the forest and you know you didn't eat any magic shrooms. And this was real, you were awake and had a headache, maybe a minor concussion but the people or... the creatures in front of you were real there was no denying it. This can't be happening.

You start hyperventilating. "Jurian get her some water" the woman orders and steps closer to kneel in front of you. "Shh, hey, it's ok we are not going to hurt you" she says gently and hands you a glass of water. You take small sips and try to take deep breaths. "I'm not from here" you whisper. The three share a look and Lucien says "What do you mean?" I feel sick. "I mean I'm not from here, wherever this is. Before you found me I think I stepped through a portal or something that brought me here. I'm not even from Scotland, I was on a trip, I was hiking and then the rain and the fog and, and" the tears rushed out like a torrent. "I need to get back home, my parents are going to be worried sick and I have a life and a dog and I need to get back. Please help me get back. Please. Please. Please" you say between sobs as you imagine your parents worried that you didn't call when you said you would. You clutch the cup for dear life. The woman sits down next to you and puts her hand on your shoulder "We can help you get back to your home. Don't worry. Just breathe, and tell us everything about how you got here". You inhale and the whole story falls from your lips are you recount the hike, the clearing and the circle.

"A portal to this realm..." the man you assume is named Jurian says. "That seems dangerous" Lucien follows. The woman who introduced herself as Vassa while you were telling you story stands up and paces. "If there is someone powerful enough to open a portal to this realm and keep it open that is very dangerous indeed. Tomorrow you need to survey the clearing y/n mentioned and look for anything that could identify who is responsible." she looks at you, "You can stay here until we figure out how to send you back home" you nod and sink into the sofa, mouth dry and eyes puffy with tears.

"I think we should call Rhysand".

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[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Odd Jobs

Witchers make a living by walking the Path. Every Spring, Geralt travels back and forth across the Continent, offering his services in exchange for coin. Most of the jobs he takes involve getting rid of monsters, or bringing back the pieces of them that mages or healers need for their spells or potions. He's also done bodyguarding, bounty hunting, and even the odd job here and there.

Geralt had no idea that the job he was going to take was going to be one of those odd jobs.

He'd been approached by a boy of barely 8 years, begging him to help him get rid of a monster.

Great. A child. Geralt did not like dealing with children. They tended to scream a lot, and p*ss themselves. Or follow you around and talk incessantly, and they had no sense of personal space, like a certain someone he knew...

"Stop doing that with your face, you're scaring the poor boy!" Jaskier admonished Geralt, who was scowling. Geralt attempted to look a little more friendly.

"Well, now you just look like you licked a nekker's ar*ehole!"

"Hm!"

"Just go stand over there and let me handle this."

Geralt waited by Roach while Jaskier talked to the boy. He had probably been sent by his parents while they ran other errands. How inconvenient. But as long as the job paid well...

Jaskier returned moments later, his expression odd. "He said to follow him, and he will show us where he saw the monster."

Geralt frowned, "Jaskier, what the h*ll is going on?"

"He wants to hire you to get rid of a monster? I mean, I thought it was obvious, Geralt."

"I'm being hired by a child?"

"He said the pay was negotiable. We can always talk to his parents afterwards."

Geralt bristled, then 'hmm'ed and looked away, thinking. There were so many things about this that he didn't like. But what harm could it do to go and look? He could tell the boy wasn't lying, and was truly afraid. Geralt didn't want to leave things to chance.

They followed the boy on foot, having left Roach in town since they weren't going far, according to the boy. Geralt 'hm'ed in quiet disaproval as the small human led them off the road, cut through the grass and led them into the forest. Jaskier's eyes were sparkling with excitement when the boy paused and said "This is the way to our hideout. It's a secret, so you can't tell anyone about it!" He looked at Jaskier.

The bard quickly nodded, held up his left hand and used his right to cross his heart.

The boy looked at Geralt expectantly.

Jaskier looked at Geralt expectantly.

Geralt 'hmmm'ed and crossed his heart.

The boy nodded, satisfied, and led them along a path that was little more than a deer track.

They crossed a small stony creek, turned right at a massive, rotting tree stump, and walked down an ancient sunken lane. Jaskier was frantically taking notes and making sketches in his notebook, babbling on excitedly with the boy about the holloway. Geralt knew he was probably already mentally composing an embelished song about a fae tree tunnel or something.

The path was short, and ended at the remains of an ancient stone wall. There was a large hole in it, large enough for a man to pass through. The boy clammered through the hole with practiced ease.

Geralt walked up to the crumbling wall and 'hm'ed' unhappily.

"Oh, where's your sense of adventure?" Jaskier asked as he ducked through the little tunnel.

"It seems to have b*ggered off somewhere with your common sense."

Jaskier's arm poked back through the hole on Geralt's side of the wall. His wrist did a complicated little twist, fingers doing a fluid little dance, and then, with a flourish, he extended his middle finger.

Geralt slapped the hand down and followed him through the wall.

On the other side was an impressive, if somewhat lopsided, and crooked structure that looked like a woodshed with inexpertly done additions. It was a slapped together conglomeration of stones, sticks, various tree parts, and scavenged bits of building materials from the town.

There was also a pack of children of various ages gathered a healthy distance away from the 'hideout''. They huddled tightly together when they saw Geralt approaching, cringing when his shadow fell over them.

Geralt looked down at them, at their frightened faces, and rumbled quietly, making his tone as soft as possible, "I'm here about the monster. Your friend hired me to get rid of it."

One of the children, a girl of about 6 years, inched forward and quavered, "It's a bogeyman! It came out of the corner by the fire pit and screamed at us! It chased us out and we haven't been able to go back in. Merik tried to go in yesterday, and it was still there! It screamed and came at him from the shadows."

"A bogeyman," Geralt said cocking an eyebrow. He looked at Jaskier, 'hmm'ed and said, "A bogeyman," in case Jaskier hadn't heard the first time.

Jaskier gave him a warning look before crouching down, "Can you describe it for him, love?" he asked the little girl. "So he knows what kind of bogeyman it is?"

The bogeyman was blurry, had big, black holes where it's eyes should be in it's deathly white face. It's body was made of inky shadows and wind. And it screamed like a banshee.

It didn't sound like any monster Geralt had ever seen. He decided to just go have a look for himself.

"Stay with the children." Geralt said to Jaskier as he marched off to the jumble of a house. He carefully cracked open the door and slipped inside. It was dark, but he could easily see what had frightened the children. It was up in the rafters in the corner, watching him.

Geralt rolled his eyes and, since no one was around to see him, smiled. Kids and their imaginations.

Jaskier was entertaining the children with one of those inappropriate songs about body parts and bodily functions that kids love so much, when crashing and screaming erupted from inside the house.

The children screamed and joined Jaskier in hiding behind a fallen log. There were thumps, bumps, scrapes, and thuds overlayed by Geralt's growls and shouted expletives.

Jaskier and the children gasped when Geralt came flying backwards out the door, crashed to the ground, jumped up, and charged back inside, roaring like a bull. There was more screaming, more sounds of struggling. The children were peeking over the edge of the log along with Jaskier, imagining the epic battle that was raging inside.

Geralt crashed through one of the windows on the side of the house, rolling and struggling with a black, shadowy thing that was flapping and flipping in his hands.

They disappeard behind the house as they struggled, and then reappeard, rolling on the ground. Geralt punched and kicked, and slashed at it with his silver sword. He gained his feet, grabbed the thing and started beating it on the ground, then pinned it in the dirt with his sword and cast Igni. The thing burst into flames, turning to ash.

Once the nightmare had been slain, the children had calmed down and came over to confirm that the bogeyman was really dead. Then it was time take care of business.

Jaskier watched as Geralt accepted the payment for his contract. He solemnly held out his hand, and the boy dumped a collection of items into it. There was an impressive amount of coppers, and an assortment of bits and bobs.

"You said the pay was negotiable. I'll take this as my payment," Geralt said, taking a cat's tooth out of the pile. He could give it to Yen for her spells. He handed the coins and other treasures back to the boy, then rose and nodded to them.

He was mentally thrown off balance when several of the children hugged him. He patted their heads awkwardly and assured them that their secret hideout's location was safe, then went on his way.

"So what was it?" Jaskier asked as they navigated their way back to the road.

"A barn owl. I cast Axii on it to keep it calm and wrapped it in an old cloak I found in the corner. I let it go when I went around the back of the house."

Jaskier laughed, "So you just stomped around, banged on some stuff, and made a bunch of noise to make it sound convincing. And let me guess, you used Aard to throw yourself through the door?"

Geralt: *Affirmative Hmm*

"Well, it was very believable, especially the part where you were struggling with the bogeyman outside. Very convincing. Have you ever thought of going into theater? You'd make a good actor."

"No. I have too much self respect."

"But you would look so good in hose! You have very nice legs, and such a lovely bott-!"

Geralt bumped Jaskier, causing him to step in a pile of fresh deer droppings.

"My boots! These were new, you jacka**!"

They made it back to town, Jaskier had fodder for his next song, and Geralt had a humorously odd story to tell that winter.

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[caffieneaddictt18]

Moment of Peace

sorceress!reader travels with geralt and ciri as their healer and ciris mother figure as geralts wife. one relaxing day, reader shows ciri a little party trick that geralt doesnt know yet. ends with geralt and reader play fighting about why she didnt show him but showed ciri; and them all acting like a family

(not my image)

As we finally settle in a meadow, surrounded by forest, I let out a sigh of relief. The feeling of sun against my face and the soft soil beneath me feels amazing.

"Ciri! Y/N! Go collect water. I'll be right back." Geralt commands, but before he can leave to collect wood and sustenance for the night, you stop him and give him a quick kiss.

"Be safe."

"Always am."

Those simple four words are all you need before you walk off into the forest for a few yards, before you come upon a clear water stream. You see Ciri standing in the water and feeling the sun while collecting water. As you join her in the water, she looks up.

"So... why do you allow him to order you around if you're his wife?" Ciri, blunt as ever, asks, not understanding that this is Geralt's way of showing his love.

"He doesn't 'order' me around. It's his way of keeping us safe. I'm a mage and can keep you safe. You're training and can keep me safe. Plus, he goes off and does the dangerous hunting, so we don't have to. It's his way of showing love." I explain his actions and why I react without losing my patience with the way Geralt talks to me.

"Oh. I didn't think about it like that." Ciri ticks her head to the side and continues to collect water.

"Geralt isn't conventional. But he is exactly how I want him. I wouldn't want it any other way." I start towards the bank of the river and continue walking along the greenery of the forest.

As Ciri looked on as you walked, she watched in mystery. The forest seemed to bend to your will. The trees would part to make a path for you and the stones would roll out of the way, leaving only soft soil for you to walk on.

As you both reached your camp site, Geralt was dragging a large deer, and a cloth behind him that was filled. Probably with wood.

You and Ciri both put your jugs down as Geralt drops the sack of wood off near you and walks to the trees to skin the animal for food & it's hide.

You have the sense to build the fire and let Ciri light it later. She's normally sleepy when you build the fire. Makes it easier.

As you both run around, you find a good size patch of daisies.

"Ciri!" You call over the girl, "Come here!"

The blonde girl runs over to see what you're looking at.

"Would you like to learn how to make a daisy chain? You can even put one on Geralt, if you'd like." You throw out the tempting offer to make the Witcher seem silly.

And Ciri quickly agrees. You sit down, careful to avoid the daisies, and show her how to make a daisy chain/flower crown.

As the sun is no longer at its nice, warm heat and enters the baking heat, you take Ciri down to the stream again to clean up. 'The sun will dry us faster' was your reasoning to drag the girl with you.

As you are cleaning your clothes and yourself off, you see Ciri doing the same. Perfect.

"Hey, Ciri! Would you like to see something?"

"Um... What is it?"

"I promise, no harm will come unto you from me. It's just a little party trick."

"Ok..." She waded closer to you as you met her in the middle of the stream.

You magically gathered the sweat and water from Ciri and yourself, throwing it into the air and condensing the clouds around the sun to have more water, allowing the clouds to form a sort of circle around the sun. As the sun continues to shine, the clouds begin turn colors... briefly pink, then a light green, and there's a light blue! (Refer to the picture at the top)

Ciri looks at the sky in awe. "You can do this?" She points to the clouds.

"Yes. When I was at Aretuza, they taught not just politics and magic. They taught basic sciences. This was one of those. I had asked my teacher why there as a rainbow after every rainfall. She explained it to me. Since then, I had been practicing it until I was able to perfect it. Took a couple tries, but it came one day, and it stayed."

"And you never showed me?" A deep, hulking voice inquired from the shadows. Of course, the yellow cat-like eyes gave him away.

"I'm sorry, Geralt. I thought of it as a mere party trick. And it's not like it is helpful when we are off on adventures." I laugh and 'apologize' for not showing my husband sooner.

"You better be sorry!" He charges out of the woods and into the stream, getting both you and Ciri wet again, before lifting you by the waist and carrying you back to base on his shoulder. Everyone was laughing and peace was covering the three of them.

Just a moment of peace.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

I am so sorry the ending was bad. I didn't know what to put for the ending so I winged it. Thank you all so much for your love and support of my work! I love to see everyone enjoying it.

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[ang3lfory0u]

~ What’d I ever do to you? ~ (Daryl Dixon x fem!reader)

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I’m on a roll now 🌝

Slight rivals to lovers kinda thing cause we luv that

Set in s2 cause I miss that era 🌟

Idk how treating wounds works so bare w-not proof read either so sorry luvs

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

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She didn’t quite know what she did to make the brunette so putt off from her. She wasn’t necessarily a ray of sunshine or anything but she sure wasn’t rude. Y/n treated Daryl just like any other member of their group and everyone else seemed delighted by her presence. She was dry but kind and made an effort to help out anyway she could, housework or defence, she’d do it and she’d do it well.

So why on earth was her charm not working on Daryl ? Well, Y/n had noticed by now, he wasn’t like anyone else. He wasn’t easy, he was stubborn and moody but he was caring despite his attempts to hide it. I mean he was risking everything to search for a little girl he barely knew every single day. Mostly by himself also. Y/n figured, she could assist him in his search, not only because she was desperate for Sophia’s return, but also for an opportunity to figure this Daryl out and maybe push him to quitting his cold behaviour towards her.

“No.” The man’s tone was harsh and he didn’t even spare the girl a glance, continuing down the path to the forest. “You’re not coming with me”.

Y/n scoffed with an amused smirk, this’ll be fun, “and why is that?”

Daryl paused, turning to face the girl, almost crashing into her as he did so. Y/n was forced to look into the man’s eyes due the grip Daryl had on her wrists, “because you’ll slow me down.”

Y/n’s eyes narrowed, “oh is that right?”

“Yeah.” The man dropped her arms, proceeding on his previous route, his saunter remaining the same speed as before.

Y/n rolled her eyes, catching up to him and walking by his side, slightly nudging him. “Probably will if you get a head start.”

“Listen sunshine-not only would you be fuckin useless on this trip cause you can’t do shit but im taking one of old’Hershel’s horses and it won’t hold both of us, so beat it if ya know what’s good for ya.”Daryl moved his gaze to Y/n, his sour expression meeting her relaxed one.

“I’m sure we could make room.” She teased, not giving up.

Heat rose to the man’s face, coming out as snappy words“listen, I don’t know what you’re tryin to do-but it’s not fucking funny and it stops now, understood?”

A chuckle escaped her lips, pleased at the rise she got out of him. This provoked the man further. He stopped in his tracks, bringing his face strangely close to Y/n’s, his voice low as he asked her slowly “is that understood?”

Y/n’s lips parted, reluctant to answer. Laughing eternally at this stupid situation she was in. She mockingly responded,“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

His footsteps grew further and further away, going in the vague direction of the stables. Y/n didn’t follow him this time. Deciding she would search on her own and possibly meet him in the middle. She stumbled her way into the forest, shaking her head in amusement.

Daryl was also shaking his head, but he was not amused in the slightest. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips pursed in annoyance, the twinge of heat rising in his cheeks making his walking speed up, desperate to rid himself of the feeling.

Birds singing was a rarity in the forest nowadays, but due to the warm and sunny nature of the day, a few occasional tweets could be heard. And combined with the refreshing sound of what was likely to be a river, it seemed liked heaven there. Y/n grinned as the sound of running water finally brought her to the source, greeting her with the gorgeous sight of a waterfall. She picked up her pace approaching it, her smile faltering as she noticed something disrupting the view. At first glance it appeared to be a walker, Y/n’s breath slightly hitched at that, subconsciously reaching for her gun strapped at her hip. As she came closer, however, her eyes widened in surprise. It wasn’t a walker, it was Daryl. Daryl fucking Dixon with what appeared to be an arrow through his side.

Panic seeped through Y/n’s mind and she picked up her pace, without thinking, she stepped into the water and wading her way through the shallow water. It soaked her trousers through but that was the least of her concerns.

She knelt down besides the man, immediately reaching to check his pulse. She took note that his eyes were closed but he was breathing.

“Shit” she muttered, this must of caught Daryl’s attention somehow because he let out a pained groan. “Okay buddy I got you.”

Struggling, she managed to prop Daryl up and swing his arm over her shoulder, grimacing as she did so, he was a heavy man. With all the gentleness she could, she tugged him to his feet, beginning to hobble to the bank.

It took a few moments and wasn’t easy but Y/n managed to slump Daryl onto the grass. This caused him to let out another, louder, groan.

“I know I know, I’m gonna try help you alright ?”

“Hm” Gosh, he was so exhausted he couldn’t even argue. Poor bloke.

“Right im gonna have to remove the arrow-you okay with that big guy?”

Said guy let out an incoherent mumble, “well I have to anyway so you don’t get much of a choice. Do you need a stick or something to bite down on?”

“I’m not a pussy.” These were the first words Y/n could actually make out, and they made her sigh out a chuckle.

“Okay whatever you say.”

Being as careful as she could, so not to agitate the wound too much, she snapped the arrow in half, sliding it slowly out of Daryl’s side. A slight grunt could be heard but he seemed mostly unaffected.

“Well done-you’re doing so well”.

The man scoffed, “don’t need your praise lady.”

“Trust me love, it’s more for me than you.”

Without another word, the girl ripped a large section of her shirt off, exposing more of her stomach. That was the least of her concerns as she gestured Daryl to lift his hips. He did as asked and Y/n wrapped the scrap fabric around his stomach, blotting the wound.

Realising this wouldn’t be very affective, Y/n ripped yet another section of her shirt, stuffing it under the band and on top of the wound, pressing down gently. This did get a reaction out of the man, he let out a string of pained groans.

“Alright alright, im sorry im trying my best.”

“S’not you sweetheart, just hurts.”

The nickname would’ve usually thrown Y/n off, but she was too focused on the task at hand. Luckily, the bleeding did seem to slow down and lessen.

“Okay I think I’ve done a decent enough job-we can probably get you back to camp.”

“Thanks darlin, help me up would ya?”

“Sure thing”

The girl gripped Daryl’s arm and dragged him to his feet.

“Hey-hey! Gentle-gentle !”

“Sorry! Sorry!” Y/n yet again, propped the man up against her, leading him in the direction of camp. It was slow but it worked.

They eventually emerged form the forest, the limping definitely giving those back at camp the wrong idea because not only did a small group of them come sprinting through the grass, but a bullet was also fired and skidded Daryl’s face, barely missing skull.

“Jesus Christ!” Y/n called out, stumbling back with the man. She struggled to regain the pairs balance but she darted her head to Daryl’s. “God are you okay? Can you hear me?”

The answer was clear as the man completely went limp. Y/n’s eyes widened, her breathing speeding up. “Rick! Rick for fucks sake! Get Hershel down here right now!”

Thank heavens Rick was already speeding down the hill, making it only a matter of time until he approached the two.

“Holy shit-what happened?”

“He-he got an arrow wound and then-I don’t know he’s just been shot I think-I think it missed his skull though-just help him please!”

It had been around half an hour, half an hour of Y/n pacing outside the room that Daryl was being treated in. She couldn’t really think of anything else, I mean he was barely shot in the head and was bleeding out-his chance of not making it were high. For some reason, she couldn’t bare that thought. Walking around camp and not seeing him? That freaked her out. Wether people (Shane) wanted to admit it or not, that man did a lot for these people, specifically Carol. This all happened because he was looking for her missing kid, in fact he was one of the only people who still believed they had a chance of finding her. He had a kind heart. Somewhere under his rough exterior, it was there and it was strong.

She’d miss him she supposed, their little quarrels that kept her entertained. His somewhat soothing voice and weirdly comforting blue eyes. Y/n would admit more times than once she found herself admiring him. And she’s miss that.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by the door opening, reveal Hershel holding his trusty medical bag. Y/n gave him a look of anticipation and he responded with a weary smile.

“You may see him.” With that he made his way down the hall with no other words.

Y/n held her breath slightly, entering the room, closing the door behind her and looking down at the man curled up on the mattress.

“Hey-”

“Don’t even try.”

She blinked in confusion, slightly taken aback. “Try what?”

She heard Daryl sigh, “I don’t need you to Mock me, tell me that this is why I shoulda brought you. I get it but I’m glad I didn’t bring you.”

Y/n thought for a moment before replying with a sigh, “after all of that-you’re still glad you didn’t bring me? What-did you wanna die in the woods? Sorry, didn’t mean to get in the way of your suicide mission.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

The girl began to become agitated now, backing away from the bed slightly,“No no I don’t know what you mean! What is your issue with me?!”

There was a pause before the man turned over to face her, “issue? What’s my issue-with you?”

“Yeah” Y/n said, an expecting look on her features, “not meaning to sound arrogant or anything, but everyone else here seems to like me a hell of a lot-everyone but you, why? Last time I checked I haven’t treated you any different. So what is it huh? Whyd you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you.” The man surprisingly remained calm, his tone low as before.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at that response. “You sure? Cause that’s not what I’m getting.”

Daryl sighed, “alright doll-usin that logic lemme ask you somethin, if ya thought I hated ya why d’ya keep tryin to talk to me huh ?”

Y/n’s confidence faltered, mainly because she herself did not know the answer to that question. Why did she bother?

“Well-I wanted to at-least try and get through to you, I mean we’re kinda trapped together right?”

“Ya don’t like Shane-ya just avoid him, so why is it any different to me?”

“You’re missing the point Daryl-why didn’t you want me coming with you to look for Sophia? Cause I know damn well it’s not cause I’d slow you down.”

Daryl’s eyes left hers, not knowing what to say. He knew exactly why but he couldn’t bare her figuring it out.

“You really have nothing to say?” she waiting a few seconds but to no avail. Rolling her eyes she turned towards the door, “unbelievable-unbelievable”

“Cause I was worried about ya.”

Y/n paused, gulping slightly still facing the door, “you were worried about me? Why ? Think I can’t handle myself or something?”

“You know the reason.”

That made Y/n turn to meet his eyes, “do I?”

Daryl had a deep frown on his face, “because I don’t want to loose you.”

Y/n’s heart swelled in the best way possible, a smirk making its way onto her face, “hm? Why’s that?” She kneeled onto the bed next to the man’s figure. His eyes slightly widened, his normally arrogant character vanishing when he met her y/e/c eyes. They never failed to make him melt like butter.

He cleared his throat before finally replying, “wouldn’t get to see your face anymore would I?”

The girl grinned, “and that would bother you yeah?”

The man just nodded, not quite understanding where this was going. Y/n did though as she lent forward, cupping the man’s jaw.

“I wouldn’t worry about that.”

She connected their lips, smile growing as she felt Daryl sigh into the kiss. His hand reached up to hold her chin, his thumb moving in slow swiping motions.

After a few moments, Y/n pulled away, not missing the way the man chased her lips. She didn’t say anything, only scanning the man’s face, a dazed but happy look on her face.

“Who knew you could have such feelings”

Daryl let out a light scoff, “s’not difficult when it comes with you.”

Y/n gaped at the man, not quite believing her ears, Daryl could express his feelings? “oh yeah?”

“Yeah-you’re a pretty girl.”

The girl made a mocking face, “and that’s all I am?”

She was surprised when the injured man propped himself up, attaching his lips to hers and caressing her exposed skin.

He muttered against her lips, “ya know damn well you’re more than that.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #imagine #romance #twd #the walking dead #twd x reader #the walking dead x reader #daryl Dixon #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x reader #twd daryl #daryl x you

[steddieos]

NEVER GONNA LET YOU (GO) || E || 1,987 || CW: public(ish) dry handjob

when eddie said that this would be their best date yet, steve didn't know what to expect, they had been to some nice restaurants in the seven months they had been official. steve's personal favorite date night was the night eddie had been served too much to drink at a bar and couldn't believe that he was dating steve.

truly, steve didn't expect too much from eddie - he didn't expect much from anybody. he was simply wired that way. his nonchalance was what kept steve's feelings from getting hurt after years of being let down (not so) gently.

granted, there was something different about eddie. there was something that made steve feel safe in a way that he couldn't exactly explain. no previous partner had made steve feel safe before and it was a feeling he could get used to.

here they were in the car, eddie driving and drumming along to the music coming from the radio against the steering wheel, focused on the road in front of them. steve had no clue where they were going and even if he asked, he was met with it's a surprise and you'll see when we get there. it was driving steve insane. when the car finally stopped, steve looked around. there was nothing.

"what, did you take me out here to kill me?" he joked, a halfhearted laugh leaving his mouth.

"oh, shut up," steve didn't even need to look at eddie to know he was smiling. the sticky sweet tone was in his voice.

eddie got out of the car after he'd turned it off, going immediately to the trunk where he had stashed away something steve hadn't seen before they left. he just told steve they were "secret supplies" and told him to mind his own business. steve got out of the car and stretched his arms up in the air, awaiting instructions from the other man. this was his date night and steve wasn't going to make any wrong moves.

"follow me," eddie said, holding his hand out to steve which he accepted graciously. he laced their fingers together and steve thought it was the tightest eddie had ever held his hand.

he couldn't see what eddie had packed in his canvas bag, but he could hear glasses clinking around as they walked through the uneven forest. they walked for what felt like ages through the woods - eddie was shit at holding the flashlight still, so steve took that duty over quickly.

"you're making me seasick," he joked, holding the flashlight steady on their walking path.

finally after a while, eddie stopped steve. he dropped his hand and moved to stand in front of him, a hand on each of his shoulders. "wait here while i set everything up."

eddie disappeared through the brush, leaving steve alone without a flashlight. steve wondered how often he'd been here or if eddie had even ever been where here was before as he watched the faint light of the flashlight bounce around while eddie set up. it was then, without the illumination of the flashlight, that steve noticed just how clear of a night it was. he looked up, noticing that the moon was full and that there wasn't a cloud in the sky. the light from the moon was enough to light up the woods around him.

when eddie returned, he had an even bigger grin on his face than before, motioning for steve to follow him. as they emerged from the thick brush, a field appeared in front of them; it was then that he noticed the blanket laid down with lanterns surrounding it, set up just for the two of them. there was a cooler set in the middle of the basket and even a bottle of wine set out alongside two glasses.

"eddie," steve started on an exhale, a bright grin across his face. "all of this? for me?" he couldn't believe his eyes. of course, when he didn't know what to expect, he wasn't expecting a full-on picnic stargazing date.

"i even bribed your mom into helping me make your favorite dish if you get hungry," eddie said, taking a seat on the picnic blanket. he patted the spot next to him, wanting steve to sit as well. the smile on his face was bright enough to rival the moon's beams.

"eddie," steve sighed, turning the flashlight off after he sat and wrapping his arms around eddie in a big hug. "you didn't have to go through all this trouble just for me."

"it isn't trouble if you're doing it for somebody who means the world to you."

eddie made quick work of pouring them both a glass of steve's favorite shitty, cheap wine and handed steve his glass after playfully stealing a sip from it. "had to make sure it wasn't poisoned," he teased.

steve sipped his wine before tilting his head up towards the sky, marveling again at the stars and the lack of light pollution around them. it was so clear he could see multiple different constellations. "that's the big dipper," he said, pointing straight up above them. "and over there?" he moved where he was pointing. "that's orion's belt."

"i didn't know you cared so much about the stars," eddie lied, reaching out to wrap his arm around steve's shoulder as he looked up. he'd always seen the way steve watched the sky on clear nights when they'd spend time on his roof late at night.

eddie positioned his body just right so that he could pull steve close to him. he adjusted his body so that steve was sitting between his legs, back to his chest. he liked sitting like this and he enjoyed the closeness. steve tilted his head back again, the back of his head resting on eddie's shoulder for support as he looked up at the stars once more.

eddie wrapped his arms around steve's waist, enjoying the closeness between them. he slipped a hand under steve's shirt, brushing his fingertips up and down steve's side just to make him squirm just the littlest bit. he could feel the goosebumps rising. steve's head was tilted back, the back of his head resting on eddie's shoulder as he watched the sky closely just in case he saw a shooting star. after a little while of silence and when both of their glasses of wine were gone, eddie tightened his grip on steve.

eddie's fingers gripped steve's sides, holding him closer to his body. he could hear steve's breath hitch in his throat when he skimmed his fingers from steve's side to his stomach where he hesitated for just a moment before turning his head to kiss steve's temple. he slid his hand down from steve's stomach to the waistband of steve's jeans, pulling at the button but not hard enough to pop it open.

there wasn't a soul around which gave eddie the wicked idea in the first place. maybe the glass of wine went straight to his head or maybe it was just steve. he slid his hand further down, stopping when his palm met steve's bulge in his jeans. when he pressed down, his pressure was met by steve's hips arching up into his touch.

"that's it," he murmured in steve's ear, letting steve grind his hips up into his stilled hand. the whine that left steve's lips was a little obscene, but left eddie wanting to hear more.

his hand pressed down on steve's cock through his jeans while his free hand moved up to rub over steve's left nipple, twisting and pinching to elicit groans and whines from steve's mouth. eddie took his hand from steve's crotch, making quick work of the zipper and button of his jeans. he pulled the material as open as he could with one hand, his other busy scratching red marks into steve's pale chest.

"should we be doing this?" steve didn't actually sound too concerned about the situation, too focused on the electricity in eddie's touches to his skin.

eddie shushed him with a whisper in his ear, "nobody can hear you out here." steve shivered in response to the whisper, paired with eddie's teeth grazing the shell of his ear.

eddie was back to palming steve, this time through his boxers. he could feel steve getting hard beneath his palm, accompanied by steve's desperate hip rocking in an attempt to get more friction.

"easy, big boy," eddie cooed into his ear, his free hand gripping tightly at his side now. steve was sure he was going to end up with fingertip-shaped bruises, which he didn't mind. his grip tightened, voice turning gruff, "stay still, let me do all the work," he ordered.

just like that, steve's hips abruptly stopped, leaving eddie to press down just a little bit harder on his cock. while his nails dug into steve's side, earning another whine, he pulled steve's cock from the split in his boxers.

"fuck," steve whined, turning to press desperate kisses along eddie's jaw and anywhere he could reach from his position between eddie's legs.

"i've got you," eddie soothed, sliding his hand into the slit of steve's boxers and pulling out his cock. his thumb slid over the tip of steve's cock, working steve's nerves as he drew out what steve truly wanted.

when eddie finally decided that steve had had enough torture, he wrapped his hand around the base of steve's cock and gave him a teasing squeeze causing steve's hips to jerk forward involuntarily. he was putty in eddie's hands.

"please," was all eddie needed to hear from steve's lips.

eddie moved his hand up to steve's nipple again, squeezing it harder this time which caused steve to whimper in response, doing his best to be good and keep his hips still. the hand on steve's cock slowly started working up and down to draw out steve's whines. eddie was getting drunk off of the noises steve was making, he couldn't help himself when he tightened his grip just the littlest bit, speeding up his hand.

"that's it," he hummed, watching steve's face the best he could as he moved his hand to play with his other nipple.

his hand still moved on steve's cock, speeding up just a little bit more now. while he didn't do a good job of keeping his hands to himself ever, he also didn't want to ruin the dinner he'd packed for the two of them that was sitting in the picnic basket to the side of them.

"fuck," steve gasped, chewing at his bottom lip. he moved a hand to the back of eddie's hair and tangled his fingers in it, tugging.

"think you can cum like this," eddie groaned, mouthing at steve's jaw again. "cum for me."

steve nodded and took a deep breath, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he focused all of his energy on eddie's request. over the months they'd been together, eddie had gotten good at controlling steve's orgasms, but steve hadn't been tested like this before. hadn't been asked to cum so soon.

he broke eddie's request to stay still, not even thinking about the consequences that would come later, he was too focused on eddie's newest request. finally, he came with a loud whine, his hips jerking as he writhed in eddie's arms.

"there you go," he cooed. "good boy." eddie smirked and held his hand up in front of steve's mouth, "go ahead, clean me up," he ordered.

once steve was finished, eddie moved steve into his lap, letting the other man rest his head on his shoulder as he held him tight. he then started to repeat affirmations on the top of his head.

"i love you," eddie breathed out before freezing. neither of them had said those three words yet and he wasn't sure if steve even felt the same.

#eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #steddiemicrofic #this ends so abruptly i'm so sorry #p2 coming soon #briar writes

[qweq-6802]

Pieces

I offer an apology if some sentences are not understood. English is not my first language.

The elders were always talking about Y/N as a good omen.

"She will be the good that the Clan needs at this time" they said. The war was over, but it had left deep scars on the families.

Neteyam knew that his grandmother and mother were so focused on Y/N's Tsahìk lessons. They also talked about Y/N with the best compliments.

"Her voice is more beautiful every day in the prayers for the Great Mother" said Neytiri

"And her ointments are getting better and better," Mo'at replied.

For the others Y/N was incomparable. Neteyam could not say anything about it. He had never spoken to her.

It seemed that there were two Y/N. The one the Clan needed to be calm, and then there was the woman who avoided him.

Oh, of course she avoided him. Every morning Mo'at, Jake, Neytiri, him, and Y/N would gather at Vitraya Ramunong to thank and raise concerns with Eywa. And every day Y/N would exchange a few words with the Clan leaders, her mother and after she would disappear.

This morning would be different. Neteyam wanted his plan to work. He still remembers the conversation he had with his father to get him released from his duties.

“Neteyam, What's going on?” Jake walked over and put his hand on his shoulder. “I'm your father. Talk to me, boy"

“I know it sounds weird, but I need to know…I just…I want to get to know her more. Whenever it seems like we can have more interaction she runs. I don't want my mate to run away from me all her life”

Jake smiled a little at his son.

“I don't think she runs away from you. I bet there's something else. Well, you're free for tomorrow"

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Normally you would sit next to Mo'at, but this morning you were next to Neteyam.

When Y/N let be carried away by the sensations of her Tsaheylu, Neteyam took the opportunity to observe her closely.

Black long hair that slide to her shoulders and braids without beads. Circular eyes, broad nose. The freckles and lines on your face looks like a map.

“Beautiful” Neteyam thought.

“You are not thanking, Neteyam!” Mo'at raised her voice, causing everyone to turn towards him and discover him looking towards Y/N.

Neytiri looked at Jake, who tilted his head. Neytiri smiled and turned her gaze to his son.

When the morning meeting ended, Neteyam followed Y/N down the path between the Clan huts. Suddenly, Neteyam lost sight of her and just as he started to give up…

"Why are you following me?" Neteyam looked everywhere. Nothing, just trees.

"What?"

“I said, why are you following me? I noticed it since I left Vitraya Ramunong.” There was a certain tension and domination in her voice.

Sure, the future Tsahìk. Serious and calm. Almost no reactions.

“Don't you think it's a bit cowardly to hide if you already found me out? Besides, it's not like I haven't seen you” Neteyam smiled at the silence and his plan changed. He wanted to know how much you could stand your Tsahìk "temper."

“I do what is best and convenient…”

"Leave Tsahík's mask for the other members of the Clan"

“There is no Tsahìk mask!”

Oh no, rude he chided himself.

“I mean…shit” again that feeling about not feeling good enough “I feel stupid talking to who knows who. Maybe this is a joke. Let's go Lo'ak! Out! I know you're not Y/N!"

Neteyam rarely felt that he was losing. And this was one of those. Sitting in the middle of the forest and his head looking towards his hands. Waiting for the laughter of whoever was.

He felt someone sit across from him. Those red bracelets definitely did not belong to Lo'ak.

And when he looked up, he found himself face to face with his future mate. For the first time he saw a hint of curiosity and concern on her face.

“Lo’ak still making jokes? The other day I told him he had to stop. He can hurt someone"

“Yes, I tell him that often,” Neteyam said. Still in his trance by her presence so close.

"I guess even in adulthood he's still Lo'ak"

"Yes" Neteyam felt a pressure on his chest. Why so much attention to Lo'ak? "Why do you avoid me?"

Y/N sighed

"I don't do it on purpose. You see, you will be my partner for life. That makes me nervous and I have never felt nervous. And I don't even have a reason to be, I mean we don't know each other and…” Neteyam watched the frustration in Y/N.

“Too much pressure for someone so young” they said at the same time. Neteyam chuckled a bit as she gave him a small smile.

Again. He was able to observe you in detail.

Your red bracelets and your clothing made of blue, yellow, white and brown beads that covered your chest and exposed your neck. The image of you wearing one of his chokers filled his mind.

Truly beautiful, Neteyam thought.

“I think there is a bit of progress here”

"Yes, we are having a conversation"

"Yes. And... you no longer show me Tsahík’s mask”

"There is no mask"

"Yes, there is. I couldn't talk to the angry old women of the Clan if I didn't have one."

"Neteyam!" she gasped in surprise. The two started laughing. Y/N loved the people, but was not without feelings and opinions.

 And there the two realized that there were secrets that they could share with each other. After that, they both found each other more and hung out together.

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  "Oh Eywa! Every day you grow bigger” said Y/N as she got down on her knees to be at the children's height.

Neteyam looked at the huge hut. There were beds, toys and other objects scattered everywhere. Despite that, the feeling of sadness did not disappear. Damn, he and his siblings had been so lucky not to have been orphaned.

“Mo'at did not say that you would come today! Excuse the mess” one of the older members of the group told them. Neteyam recognized her as one of the warriors Lo'ak was training and whom his brother kept mentioning.

“Don't worry about it” Y/N replied as he laughed as the kids tried to make him more braids “Hey, I think Neteyam needs braids too”

And the children surrounded Neteyam.

“I'm never going to forgive you for this,” Neteyam teased as he let the kids touch her hair.

"Yes you will"

Netejam smiled. Yes, he always would. Just as they talked about secrets, they also shared fears and sadness.

“I lost my parents in the war. And soon after my brother was murdered” you said while looking at the fire inside your hut.

"I lost them. I lost… they were my family. I couldn't save them…and I'm never going to get over it” Y/N felt her tears slide down her cheeks.

“Y/N”

"No"

“Y/N” this time Neteyam turned her towards him. Her hands grasping hers her arms “It wasn't your fault. The war is not the Clan's fault. It wasn’t your fault"

That night the two held each other. He told you how it sometimes broke his heart to see his mother cry over the losses of her family. His grandfather, his aunt Sylwanin, Tsu'tey and Grace.

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The part they both enjoyed together at the end of the day was stargazing together.

"It's that one there. That's where my father came from. At first it was very strange to think about it, but over time my brothers and I understood that…” Neteyam was interrupted by some lips.

When Y/N was going to separate from him, he pushed her lips to hers. He placed one hand on her cheek and the other lifted her so that she was sitting on her lap. They both moaned as their hips brushed against each other.

“Y/N”

"Neteyam"

Their foreheads were together.

“As much as I want this moment…”

“We have to wait for the ceremony…”

Neteyam smiled

“You always know what to say” now both hands were on Y/N's cheeks “I want it to be special. You and I in front of the blessing of the Great Mother"

Y/N placed their hands on top of Neteyam's

“I love all your pieces”

“I love all your pieces”

Thank you for reading!

Vitraya Ramunong: Tree of Voices

Tsaheylu: Bond or neural connection

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[ashdreams2023]

Hey! Can you write a fanfic about Jealous Severus x Death eater reader pls? Thank you ! <3

Jealousy is a disease

Summary: where severus is jealous

Btw I adore your profile pic and hope this is good enough

Being a death eater means you’ll endure the cruelest of punishments which is something you literally signed up for, and severus knew that very well, although he was a master of hiding his emotions, a mask he built over the years of being a spy.

Nothing could break that mask…nothing but you.

It was ridiculous to say the least, you had a position to keep just like him and everybody else but recently some members of that shit show have been getting a little too close for his comfort to you.

Earlier that night Avery was whispering something to you and grinning like an idiot when you gave a polite smile.

That ugly werewolf was sniffing around you as well.

"Merlin f you stare harder you might poke a hole in the poor soul’s head" lucius whispered under his breath to him. Severus huffed, he must’ve let his guard down for lucius to notice his change of mood.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about"

Lucius chuckled "I’m just saying dear severus, that looking from afar is safe but is it healthy for your own temper? I’ve known you to be vicious when out of control"

"That’s enoug-"

"Oh it seems even pettigrew is interested as well!"

Severus saw red, his head snapped towards your direction and indeed that rat man was circling around you like a disgusting rotten urchin.

Something in his chest burned, something no years of emotional control can keep down, it grew with each passing second until he felt like he’s gonna vomit it.

The meeting seemed like it took entirely to end, and another to get passed to you without making a scene of himself.

Peter whimpered in fear and glared at him when he approached you, something sinister gleamed in Severus’s eyes and nothing but murder wrote itself on his face.

"Go rot and die." Those words alone sent the rat man into a full on panic attack leaving him shaking against the meeting table.

You were almost knocked over your own feet when Severus’s large hands dragged you out of that place, you could’ve sworn lucius and Narcissa were chuckling at you.

"Where are you even taking me?!"

"Anywhere but this rotten space."

You blinked looking around you, he was taking you deeper and deeper into the forest, maybe he finally snapped and is gonna do some sort of human sacrifice, he was always into that sort of arts.

You just didn’t take in that it might be you.

He stopped suddenly and put his hands on your shoulders, he didn’t grip you tightly or push you hard but his eyes, the mask he puts in front of everyone fell down, his eyes not frowning but risen up, his eyes looked so tired, almost sad.

"What’s wrong?" You said.

He exhaled "I can’t keep doing this, I can’t see them do this to you anymore" then it clicked, it made you want to giggled but it felt inappropriate at the moment.

"Severus don’t tell me you’re jealous"

He didn’t say anything but his grip tightened on your shoulders, you sighed then warped your arms around his chest and pressed yourself into it "goodness have faith would you? Have you taken a look at those people? I might catch a disease if I let any of them touch me"

Severus’s eyes softened, he dropped his arms and warped them around your frame "it would be better than setting your life in danger with a double spy"

You snorted "I think you forget that anyone who choices a path with the dark lord is bound death, I’ll rather die with you than next to a worthless brainless follower of his"

Severus smiled against your hair, sniffing the scent of shampoo and the ashes that never seemed to leave anyone alone.

"Plus I’m not the with a disease here" you looked up grinning at him.

He raised a brow at you and you just laughed moving your arms from his middle to his neck and bringing him close "jealous is a disease and I have a very very sick man" you chuckled "jealous, jealous boy" you teased.

He frowned then leaned down, pressing his thin soft lips to yours, a beautiful sensation he could easily get addicted too or maybe he already is, addicted to you.

"Are we going back to them?" You spoke against his lips.

"They can burn and die"

"Even lucius?"

He groaned kissing you once again and pushing you against a tree, your leg felt weak but his arms held you tight against him, he smelled of dark musk and herbs, a weird concoction that only he can pull off.

"I’m taking you home." he said.



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[mimisempai]

Even in my dream, I’ll follow you

Summary

Aziraphale is walking in the woods when, out of nowhere, a black snake catches his attention and prompts him to follow it.

Notes

Day 10 : Leaves

Once again, this author doesn't know what she's doing, but she does it anyway…

On Ao3

Rating G -  1332 words

The leaves, various shades of yellow, red and orange, crunched beneath his feet as he began to walk along the path that led into the forest.

He inhaled the air deeply, enjoying the mixed scent of mushrooms, earth and wet wood. The autumn was definitely here.

Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to a black shadow that quickly disappeared behind a tree.

A light wind blew a golden leaf, and he followed it with his eyes. But when he heard a rustle to his side, he was surprised to see a black snake with eyes the same color as the leaves of the tree it was hiding behind.

The snake slithered quietly toward him and wrapped itself around his legs. It didn't look wild, so Aziraphale bent down to stroke it, but just as his hand was about to touch it, the snake slithered away along the path that continued in front of Aziraphale before disappearing back into a bush.

Aziraphale smiled softly at the snake's antics, which reminded him of another snake he vaguely remembered, and then continued on his way, deeper into the forest, which grew denser and denser. He was enchanted by the mesmerizing landscape around him.

The colors reminded him of familiar eyes and hair. 

The only thing missing was someone to share his amazement.

Suddenly, as if it had heard his thoughts, the black snake reappeared a few feet in front of him. When Aziraphale reached him, the animal slithered away again, stopping a little further on as if to make sure that Aziraphale would follow.

The angel laughed softly and played along with his newfound friend.

Whenever Aziraphale came within touching distance, the snake darted forward, urging Aziraphale to follow.

Suddenly it disappeared behind a bush with tall, dense branches, and Aziraphale was disappointed to find himself alone again.

But the snake returned, hissed a little, and disappeared back into the bush.

Aziraphale pushed aside the branches, amazed at the light that gradually appeared. And then, pulling aside the last branch, he gasped at the landscape revealed to his eyes.

He had arrived in a clearing lit by the warm rays of the sun filtering through the branches of the trees.

In the middle was a small pond with clear water, and the ground was covered with a carpet of colorful leaves, giving the place a warm atmosphere.

At the edge of the pond was a large tree trunk, covered with moss in places, which made for a relatively comfortable place to sit. On it perched his little friend, looking up at him with his big golden eyes.

"So this is where you wanted to take me, my little friend," Aziraphale said softly as he walked quietly towards the trunk. As he approached, the snake crawled away, but stopped a short distance away.

Aziraphale sat on the trunk, silently contemplating the scene around him, enjoying the colors, the lights, the shadows, when he suddenly felt a light tap on his left hand and, turning his head, saw that his little scaly friend was giving him a headbutt to get his attention.

He laughed softly, "Oh, I see, now you accept being touched?"

He gently brought his hand up to the snake's head and began to stroke it with his finger. This seemed to please the reptile, which leaned against his finger.

When Aziraphale saw the compliant snake, he picked it up and placed it on his lap. The snake wrapped itself around him and Aziraphale continued to caress him in the same way. 

The angel felt something indescribable.

The moment was almost perfect in its oddness, and yet there was this small emptiness inside of him because he couldn't share this moment with anyone.

"Ssssss."

The snake must have sensed his melancholy, because it began to rub its head against his hand.

Aziraphale resumed his caresses and said softly, "Thank you, little one, for bringing me here, it's really beautiful, but..." He sighed before continuing, "I don't have anyone to share it with, it's a bit sad."

The snake hissed again and Aziraphale chuckled, "Well, you're kind of my friend now, but.... I miss laughing with someone, being amazed with someone. I do have someone who shares my life, but he's not here today." 

Aziraphale sighed again, and the snake seemed to want to comfort him by rubbing its head against his belly.

Aziraphale continued, "And then, you know, I wonder if he'd like it. I wonder how he'd react if I brought him here, but how I'd love it. Just the two of us, here, admiring the scenery, me marveling at every little thing, and him listening to me, sometimes bored, sometimes amused, sometimes admiring, but always caring.”

Aziraphale breathes, "I miss him." 

His throat tightens, and he strokes the snake gently, closing his eyes to enjoy the warm softness of a sunbeam filtering through the trees.

"Aziraphale?"

He gasped and looked at the snake, stunned, as the creature, looking at him with its big golden eyes, repeated, "Aziraphale."

When Aziraphale looked at him in amazement, the snake added, "You need to wake up. Open your eyes."

Suddenly, Aziraphale felt blinded by the light and blinked several times before he could open his eyes and return to reality.

"Well, looks like someone slept well."

At this familiar voice, Aziraphale came to his senses and realized where he was. He realized that the trunk of the tree he was sitting on, the carpet of orange leaves on the ground, the forest, the pond, the rocks, the clearing, all looked the same as in his dream. The only difference was that Crowley's head was in his lap, while Aziraphale's fingers were buried in his hair.

He looked down at Crowley watching him, a tender smile on his face.

"Are you with me?"

Aziraphale smiled and nodded, a little confused. It was the first time he'd had a dream that seemed so rooted in reality.

It was a balmy October afternoon and they had been walking in a forest not far from London. Their footsteps had led them to this beautiful clearing, and as they sat for a few moments enjoying the scenery, Aziraphale had fallen asleep.

Suddenly he seemed to realize something.

"The snake in my dream was you! What an idiot!"

Crowley chuckled softly, took one of Aziraphale's hands and kissed it gently before replying, "It's a dream, you can't do what you want. Maybe you shouldn't recognize me.  But in the end, I'm quite happy to know that I'm in your dreams, no matter what form I take."

Aziraphale chuckles softly: "I knew that playful snake reminded me of someone. Especially the way it played with me before it let itself be caressed and carried."

Crowley replied, "You should know, I'm not easy to catch."

Aziraphale stroked Crowley's hair and replied, "Not as much as you think." 

Then he grabbed the demon's chin to turn his head toward him and continued, "But I still prefer reality." 

He leaned forward and gently kissed Crowley's lips before continuing, "It's amazing though, in my dream I wished I could share this with you, and in reality I do."

Crowley straightened and sat beside Aziraphale. Then he put his arm around the angel's shoulders before asking softly, "Does that mean reality is sweeter than the dream?"

Aziraphale turned his head toward him and kissed his cheek before saying softly, "Oh, my dear, much sweeter than the sweetest of dreams.

Then he laid his head on the demon's shoulder and they remained in silence for a few moments, contemplating the beauty of nature in front of them.

Then Aziraphale marveled at a little frog jumping near them, then immediately after that at the song of a bird, and every little thing that caught his eye was a source of awe and delight, and Crowley commented, sometimes amused, sometimes bored, sometimes admiring. 

Just as Dream Aziraphale had imagined it would be.

Only it was completely real.

A reality sweeter than the dream.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

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[forlorn-crows]

Rain going outside nude, being a exhibitionist walks in on aether getting fucked by dewdrop in the middle of the forest? rain starts masturbating and tries to be quiet?

ANON IM SO SORRY I LITERALLY WROTE THIS FICLET AND REALIZED YOU SAID DEW WAS FUCKING AETHER I-

IM SO DUMB. APOLOGIES. BUT HOPE YOU ENJOY IT ANYWAYYYY

also transmasc rain is back babyyy. wet boy under the cut

Rain comes up on them on the dock of the lake, naked bodies stretched like cats in the warm sun, lazily licking into each other’s mouths. He’s hidden from view in the forest path, he’s sure, but he ducks behind the trunks of a grouping of birch trees to be safe.

He knows they wouldn’t care if he just walked up on them. Hell, maybe they’d want him to join. But the prospect of watching them from a distance makes a warm heat bloom in his gut.

Aether’s dragging his hand down Dew’s lithe body, stopping at his boney hip. Dew latches onto him hungrily, pulling him closer. He thinks about the quintessence ghoul’s calloused hands, still a contrast between how rough the old wood of the dock would be. He’s rolling on top of Dew now, slotting a thigh between the fire ghoul’s legs and grinding. Dew’s moan cuts through the air, unbidden and wanton. Like he doesn’t have a care in the world who hears.

Rain’s wet already as he slides a hand into shorts and slides two fingers across his slick folds. Fuck he mouths, gasping at the sensation. He can’t help it, watching has always been his guilty pleasure. And with a sight as gorgeous as this one, he’s helpless to resist indulging.

Dew wraps his arms around Aether’s neck and pants into his shoulder. Aether’s pace is lazy, relaxed, but just fast enough to make the fire ghoul writhe and moan.

Rain leans against the smooth bark of the closest tree and sighs. His hand is covered in slick where it’s buried in his cunt, cool and wet. He watches slack-jawed as Aether parts Dew’s lips with two fingers and slicks them inside his mouth. Dew arches into him, sucking with a happy trill. It’s cute, Rain thinks.

He matches the pace of Dew’s mouth, slow strokes up and down his clit. One particular flick makes him gasp, and he all but smacks his head into the tree trunk. Rain bites his lip and stifles the rising moan.

Aether takes his fingers out of Dew’s mouth and rubs them against his entrance, petting around the ring of muscle. The fire ghoul keens, head thumping against the dock.

Fuck, you’re so wet for me, aren’t you? Look at that cute little dick. All for me.  he hears Aether say, earning another whine from Dew. Rain nearly whines himself, imagining Aether between his legs and whispering the words as he circles his clit. The thought sends a jolt of pleasure down his spine and straight to his cunt, where his hand speeds its pace.

Yeah, need you. Fuck I need you. Dew’s breathless from just his fingers, arching off the dock and into Aether’s hand. Rain loses himself in their voices, in the movements of their sun-warmed bodies, in his own hand circling his clit.

He’s panting by the time Aether’s ready to press in, inner thighs and hand coated in slick. His legs tremble, growing weaker by the second. Rain’s thankful for the tree to lean on as he desperately humps his hand, clit aching, muscles twitching.

That’s it, oh, take it.

Oh Lucifer, yes, so good, Aethe, fuck—

Dew yelps as Aether bottoms out, clutching the quintessence ghoul like he might disappear if he doesn’t.

I’ve got you, baby boy.

It’s that paired with the sight of Aether’s hand curled around Dew’s entire tiny hipbone that has Rain biting his knuckles hard enough to bleed, cumming against the flat of his palm.

#lkafjlkasdjfslf im sorrryyy i went to post this and went OOP #fanfic #the band ghost #ficlet #anon #ask #transmasc rain #rain ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether x dewdrop

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Small fic requested by @kateskamala (THE TAG DOESN'T WORK I SWEAR-)

Hope you like it and I hope I was faithful to your request!♡

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Late night talks

Charles rolled the wheels of the chair to one of the loneliest corners of the island, admiring the view. He had discovered it when he arrived here: while looking around, he had hit a path and, after telepathically contacting Erik, he had continued until he found that hidden paradise.

"You'll get sunstroke if you stay here all day." A voice said behind him. He turned and saw Erik walking towards him, a small smile on his face and his reddish (and a little grey, but he wasn't ready to admit it yet) hair blowing in the wind.

"And you're going to get heatstroke. Don't you have any clothing that isn't black?" He asked, eyeing his friend, dressed from head to toe only in dark colors.

"Black suits me." He said proudly as he sat down on a rock next to Charles.

“Oh, all the colors suit you, Erik.” Charles almost bit his tongue after saying that. Erik raised his eyebrows and blushed, looking back in front of himself.

"Come on, we should go." The professor nodded and began to push his chair.

His relationship with Erik had been... bizarre after he arrived here. Sure, they were friends, they talked about everything and played chess, they spent almost every free moment together but there was that light in Erik's eyes when he looked at him and there was that strange feeling of closure in Charles' chest when he saw Erik talking and smile at anyone else.

"What are you thinking, my friend?" Erik asked while he was concentrating on kicking a pebble in front of him.

"Oh just everything that happened before I got here: Raven, Hank, Jean... I miss them, every moment but... I'm happy to be here." He said, stopping for a second and cracking his sore fingers. Erik saw the movement and before he knew it, the metallokinetic was behind him and pushing his chair, Charles pretended his heart wasn't racing.

The days there on the island passed quickly and Charles liked it that way, the hours to think seemed to decrease in the middle of the sea and away from everyone.

“You were distant today, are you sure everything is okay?” Erik asked as he moved his bishop and eliminated one of Charles' pawns.

"Sure, why wouldn't it?" He moved his tower forward. Erik didn't answer, but his look seemed to not believe the other's words.

After three games, two won by Charles and one by Erik, the two men prepare to go to sleep. They lived in the same house for convenience, their beds were on opposite sides of the same room, not too far but not too close. Charles was starting to fall asleep, his eyelids became heavy and it became more difficult to formulate a coherent thought, until a small noise made him wake up completely.

Erik was moving in the bed, his eyes were closed and his throat was moving as if he was trying to scream. His hands were resting on the bed but intermittently clutching the sheet. The noises got louder.

"Erik." Charles called as he reached the chair to go to his friend. He barely touched him and Erik's eyes snapped open, wet and scared.

“It was just a nightmare.” Charles said placing his hand on the other's shoulder. Erik narrowed his eyes and nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat and running a hand over his forehead.

“Can I ask what it was?” He asked, moving a little to the side, putting himself in the same position he used to do to listen to his students after a nightmare.

"I saw that day in the forest again. I saw Nina." He explained to him, not looking at him, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling. Charles rubbed his hands because, how do you console your best friend in these cases?

"There are no words to tell you how sorry I am for your loss, Erik, I bet they both were great people."

"Yes, they were." Two small liquid crystals fell from Erik's gray eyes.

“Can you stay here tonight?” Erik asked turning to look at him. Charles nodded immediately and braced himself, lying down on his friend's bed. They stood stiffly face to face, their noses touching.

"It took me thirty years, but I finally managed to get you into my bed." Erik joked trying to ease the tension, making Charles smile.

"Yes, you really did it." He placed his hand over the metallokinetic's and squeezed it softly.

"What would the me from years ago think if he saw me like this." Erik reached out and placed his hand on Charles' hip.

"I think he'd be happy that you're healing, little by little." He came closer and made their foreheads touch.

“He would be happy that we finally managed to find each other.” Erik looked him in the eyes and then brought their lips together, the moon their only witness to that moment.

They were broken, destroyed, old and lost, but they would make it.

#cherik #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #x men #fanfic #ao3 fanfic