#animal death m in the tags ahead

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some richard siken isopod pics i made awhile ago

#animal death m in the tags ahead #the second one always makes me cry. that’s the isopod from the japanese aquarium that didn’t eat for years but would pretend to eat in front #of the aquarium keepers and eventually died :( but giant isopods have gone more years not eating in capitivity so it probably didn’t starve #just. it makes me rlly sad and i think about it a lot. bc they did love and care for him but it wasn’t in a way it could understand…but it #tried to eat to make them happy i just. (head in hands) #his name was number 1 also #creepie.stuff #isopoda #giant isopod #richard siken #poetry #bathynomus

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The Wolf Among Men

WARNING : RATED M, Death, Mention of Rape, Attempt Rape, Violence, Witchcraft, Themes of Religion, Miscarriage, Shapeshifting, Worship, BLOOD BLOOD

A/N: Thank you for everyone who liked and commented on this story. I'm so happy you guys are liking it. Remember to comment and like. PLEASE READ THE WARNING TAGS BEFORE READING! Enjoy - L

Summary: Jon was told that his eldest sister, Y/n arrived to Castle Black. He was surprised when Y/n arrived with The Hound, Sandor Clegane.

Word Count: 11.2K

━ ◦ ❖ ◦━ Chapter Four

It took you a minute to realize someone was talking to you. You were out of breath and your arms were sore but you couldn't stop. You had to get enough wood for the next trip into town. Unaware of your surroundings, you didn’t even notice the man hiding behind the trees staring at you, planning on making his next move. 

You looked ahead and he was a few feet away from you. He had raven hair that was tied in a low ponytail. His eyes were dark and his smile made you anxious. He had one of those smiles, the same smiles given to you from the people in King’s Landing. 

“What?” You asked him as you wiped the sweat off your forehead with the sleeve of your tunic shirt. You had seen him around when Ray introduced you to the group. 

“I asked if I could help you.” You weren’t sure why he was asking, no one helped you when you became part of the group. You were an outcast amongst them. He looks over at Stranger who was always with you, usually tied up in the nearest tree. You had Stranger with you at all times when you were outside. The horse followed your every move. The dark mare was smart and acted almost like a protector during Sandor’s absence. 

Stranger had come to trust you just like he trusted his owner, Sandor. A woman in the group who was fond of animals gifted you some apples which Stranger ate greedily. You were relieved that another woman was talking to you, but it ended quickly when she started talking about the Children of the Forest and other mythical creatures you had read in fairy tales. She was kind hearted and didn't deserve the horrible words aimed towards her. You couldn't dislike her especially when she gave you a flower and told you that the Children of the Forest wanted to help Sandor. You didn't believe her at first because how can a flower save an injured man but you followed her words and made a paste of the strange looking flower. The petals were yellow and green. The middle part of the flower was prickly but didn’t hurt when touched. The best you can describe the smell of the flower was the scent of ale.  

“I’m Isaac.” He was walking closer to you but stopped when he saw you were still holding on to your ax. You didn’t respond to him at all, you continued to stare at him. 

“Are you really with that fellow in the shack?” He questioned. This made you frown. He was there when Ray gathered men from the group to carry Sandor away from the bottom of the cliff. He knows the answer so why is he asking, you thought. 

“Yes, I’m his wife.” You lied because that was the first thing Ray had told you to do when he took you to meet the group. Ray gave you a concerned look when you told him the truth about not being married and whispered to you to lie to the rest of the group that you were. Feeling uncomfortable with the wandering eyes from the men of the group. It was at that moment that you realized why Ray had told you to lie. You even avoided the looks the women in the group gave you. They noticed the pretty dress you had on and from that they knew you weren’t around here. 

“Why do you ask?” Isaac shook his head before letting out a chuckle of disbelief.

“What a lucky man he is.” Isaac said as he took another step towards you but you took a step back, your hand tightening around the handle of the ax. 

“What do you want? I’m occupied with this.” You pointed at the pile of chopped wood on the ground with the ax.  

"What do I want?” Isaac looked at you shamelessly up and down. You wished Sandor was awake and next to you so he can warn this man off. 

“Just want to help.” You didn’t believe him so you didn’t answer him. 

He got the message that you weren’t going to talk and bid his goodbye to you. You watched as he gave you one last look over his shoulder before walking away towards the camp site. Letting out a sigh of relief when he left, you glanced over at Stranger who was staring at you. Stranger titled his head to the side as you walked over to pet its head. You felt Stranger tense up and you gently hummed to it trying your best to relax the horse. Running your finger through its hair, it calms Stranger. You weren't the only one freaked out about Isaac. 

The sun was setting and you had forgotten all about Isaac. You were done with supper and had piled the logs to sell outside the shack. You were cleaning your hands before aiding Sandor’s wound. You clenched and released your hands multiple times, trying to get rid of the stiffness and soreness. 

You wouldn’t forget the day that Ray gave you an ax when you told the group that you would do a man's work in exchange for Sandor and you to have shelter and food. Ray tried to talk to you out of it but you wouldn't have it. You were going to work your ass off and you did. Ray taught you how to swing an ax and gather the wood.  You cried the next day from the pain on your hands and shoulders. You weren’t used to manual labor, you didn’t work a day in your life and you thought about the times you would skip lessons with Septa Mordane. She would reprimand you for skipping. She would tell you that a woman’s job is to know how to sew and how to be a proper lady. 

You wonder how the sweet elderly lady would have reacted if she saw you now. Wearing pants, hair greasy as well as knotted. Dirt underneath your fingernails along with beginning stages of calluses forming on the palm of your hands. 

When finishing work you spend your evenings alone mostly, Ray would often visit just to see how you were doing and give you any sort of news about joining you on the next trip into town to sell wood. The times he wasn’t there to visit, you thought about your family. 

You thought about Robb and his wife that you never met. Your parents, you missed your mother’s kisses and your father’s warm hugs. Arya and Bran’s endless energy and Rickon’s kind heart. You thought about the times how Sansa would beg you to brush her hair like yours and even knowing about the betrayal from Theon, you couldn’t help but think of him well. Theon didn’t have the Stark family name but you thought of him as one just like Jon. 

Memories of them were your only company and you thought that you had cried a lot during your stay in King's Landing but you were wrong. Your eyes were always puffy, cheeks were blotchy and you thought you were going to lose your mind when it came to Sandor. 

You sobbed as Ray held you when the maesters popped his knee back in and cleaned his wounds. You have never seen so much blood in your life before but as the days grew you followed the maesters’ instructions on how to clean and look after it. You finally managed to not cry whenever you saw the nasty wound on his knee. You wash the dirt and blood off his body. You cleaned him daily, and changed his clothes. You spend endless nights by his side dabbing the sweat off his forehead and neck when fever took hold of him. 

You pull the blanket up to Sandor's chest when finishing cleaning his wound and lean forward to comb his grown out beard with your fingers, pushing his hair out of his face while tucking a strand behind his ear. You feel your throat starting to close up and your vision goes blurry with tears. You missed him so much. Letting your fingers linger on his face, you lightly trace his nose and lips. You were utterly exhausted, tired from the workload and tired from the heat. You were tired of seeing Sandor still in a deep slumber. You grew more worried that he would never wake up. 

“Sandor.” You whispered to him.  “Can you hear me?” Tears rolled your cheeks when Sandor gave you no response. 

The maesters had told you before leaving for good that Sandor may never wake up. Sandor might be a cripple and would have to be bedridden for life. 

“Give me a sign, Sandor. Please.” You begged him. Sandor seemed to be getting better, his fever had gone down but he made no movement yet. He hasn’t even opened his eyes or moved his legs. 

“Wake up.” You cried out softly as you laid your head on his chest. Closing your eyes when you hear his heartbeat, it was strong. You cried as you hugged him, laying on him trying to get the same feeling of warmth and security he had provided to you during your travels together. 

“Please wake up.” Begging into his chest, you wept more. 

Your head shot up when you heard someone knocking. You sniffed and wiped your tears quickly. 

“Ray?” You called out, running your hand through your knotted hair. Wanting to look presentable for Ray. The person behind the door didn’t answer, the door was pulled open and your face dropped when you saw Isaac by the entrance. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked him as you looked around the shack, your heart fell to your stomach when you realized you left your ax outside next to the pile of wood. The only weapons were below the makeshift bed Sandor laid on. You had hidden his sword along with his knife so no one could steal it. 

“I was on a walk when I heard you crying. I wanted to make sure you’re fine.”  

“I’m fine. You can leave now. I wish to be alone.” You rose up from the bed, eyeing his every move. 

“Alone?” Isaac stepped into the shack and shut the door. 

“A pretty thing like you, alone? It’s such a shame.” You started to tremble by the tone of his voice and that smile he gave you. 

“You take such good care of your husband.” He stops a few inches away from the bed. 

“But who takes care of you?” He asks. “Please leave.” He frowns at you and his eyes darken at your plea. 

“I’m trying to help you here!” He shouted at you. “Let me take care of you.” 

You look over his shoulder to see the door, you were thinking if you ran quick enough you would be able to get to Ray. The hope of escaping and running to Ray disappeared when you saw Isaac taking a knife out of his belt and pointed it at you. 

“Plea-.” Isaac shook his head at you as he hushed you to be quiet. 

“It doesn’t have to be hard, girl. Drop your pants and bend over at the edge of the bed.” You let out a whine and shook your head at him. 

“BEND OVER!” Isaac shouted making you flinch. “I’ll fuck you bloody girl. I’ll rape that cunt in front of him.” 

“I’ll kill him if you don’t obey.” Isaac smiled when he saw tears rolling down your face as he pointed the knife at Sandor. He saw you move towards the edge of the bed near him. 

“Good.” He starts to breathe heavily, his eyes grew wide at the sight of your trembling body. He holds the knife in one hand while he palms himself over his trousers with the other hand. 

“Drop your pants and show me that cunt.” You turn your back towards him. You cried as you stared at Sandor. You couldn’t believe you were going to be taken advantage in front of Sandor. 

“Aim for the heart, little wolf.” Sandor’s voice echoed inside your head. 

You began to wail when you felt Isaac behind you, sniffing your hair loudly. You felt him grab your hair from the back and pulled it harshly towards his face. 

“I never fucked a lass with her husband in the same room before.” He told you as you felt the tip of his knife digging your lower back. 

“Please.” You cried out and he pushed you down on the bed. You let out a sob when you felt him rip your trousers off with his knife. 

“Be quiet. Don’t want to wake him up.” Isaac laughed as he began to grope your ass. 

“Aim for the heart, little wolf.” 

Unwanted hands grabbed your behind, you hear Isaac’s moans grow louder behind you and his taunting words of you being raped was making you lose all faith in yourself. You heard about the girls who shared the same horrid fate say that it’s best to lay still and hope he finishes quickly. You were about to accept your fate and you were about to reach out to hold Sandor’s hand that rested on his side when you remembered his words. 

“Kick him in the legs. He will fall to the ground and that would be your opportunity. Aim for the heart, little wolf.” 

“Give me a little moan.” Isaac said. He was going to pull his trousers down when you immediately kicked him from behind, hitting his shin. You heard him fall to the ground and you went down to the floor to grab Sandor’s knife under the makeshift bed. 

“Fucking bitch.” You cried out, you were close to grabbing the knife when you felt a pair of hands grab your ankles pulling you out of the makeshift bed. 

Isaac shouted as he kicked you in the stomach. You held your stomach when he managed to grab his knife from the floor and walked towards Sandor. Your eyes widened when Isaac raised his knife. 

“No!” You shouted and pushed yourself up. You had managed to get on the bed on the other side and grabbed onto Isaac’s wrist. With little strength you had left, you held him off. He pulled your hair with his other hand but you grabbed the knife screaming as the blade dug into your flesh. Isaac’s eyes grew at the sight of you grabbing the blade with your bare hand. He dropped the knife to the ground and pulled you over Sandor’s body, dropping you to the ground. 

“Crazy bitch.” You heard him yell at you. 

“No!” You yelled as he was about to grab the knife but he turned you on your back, getting on top of you. You started to claw his face as he sat on you, his legs on either side of you. He brought his hands to your neck and began to choke you. 

“When I’m done with you. Everyone is going to have their turn at you.” Isaac jeered at you as he lifted you by the neck and slammed your head on the wooden floor boards. You gasped for air as he slammed your head once more. You slapped his face with both hands, blood from the cut coated his face.

You were losing consciousness, you began to see spots in your vision and you knew if you shut your eyes, it would be over. Sandor will be killed, you were going to get raped and you were going to die. Your life will end the moment you close your eyes. 

You looked to the right to see his knife near you, this was your only chance to survive. You pressed the palm of your hand on his eyes, spreading your blood all over it as you used your other hand to grab the knife. You gritted your teeth and shouted in pain when he grabbed a hold of your bloody hand. His eyes were stinging from the blood, the moment he shut his eyes to wipe it off. He let out a gasp when felt something pierced through his chest. He let go of your hand and opened his blood shot eyes, he dropped his mouth open when he saw his knife impaled in his chest.  

He looks down at you, letting out a whimper as he falls on top of you. You pushed him off of you and stared at him with wide eyes. You killed him, you killed someone. You cried as you held your wounded hand against your chest. The adrenaline was wearing off and your anger grew. Your eyes harden at the sight of him and you quickly got on top of him just as he did to you. You shouted and grabbed the handle of his knife with your good hand. You started to stab him in the chest repeatedly over and over again. You can hear his flesh being sliced, his blood was splattered across your face as you continued.

Flashes of your father being beheaded appeared as you kept stabbing him. The sight of Robb’s wolf sewn onto his body made you scream as you started to stab Isaac in the head. The evil smile on Joffrey's face. The look Cersei gave you when you were being beaten. Lastly, images of a small child being pushed against the fire. The child screams echo inside your mind and the face of Gregor appears. 

“Y/n!” 

You stopped at the sound of a familiar voice and looked towards the door. The door was opened and Ray stood there with a horrified face. His eyes shifted to you and Isaac. You looked down at Isaac’s mangled face. He was unrecognizable, you dropped the knife. Looking over at Sandor, you began to hyperventilate and let out a sob when you saw a knife embedded into his chest. 

“Sandor?!” You cried out, about to get up you heard a screeching sound next to you. You looked back at Ray who was turned into a wight. Ray had transformed into one and you quickly looked back at Sandor who was now sitting up on the bed, the knife still in his chest. He dropped his mouth open to let out a terrifying screech. His eyes turned bright blue and the bed started to catch on flames. You remained still as Sandor began to crawl towards you, snarling at you as his entire body was consumed in flames. 

Gasping for air, you woke up from your sleep. You shoot straight up from bed trembling, breathing heavily as you look around. You were in a room alone. You let out a sob you were holding in. Ray and Sandor became one of the dead. The same dead you fought beyond the walls. You had to see Sandor, you had to make sure he was safe. The last thing you remember was shouting and how tired you felt from running after carrying Jon on your back. 

Quickly, you pushed the blankets of fur off of you, you stopped when you felt light headed. Taking deep breaths you carefully managed to get out of bed, your legs shook as you stood up. You looked down at yourself to see you wore a white undergarment dress. You took a moment to look around you, you saw a table near you. Towels, sheets and pitchers along with bowls were on the table. You noticed the dirty rags on the floor. You weren't alone, someone was here with you. You were going to step away from the bed when you came down with a thud on the floor. Wincing as you pushed  yourself up to your knees you looked around the room again. 

“Sandor!” You shouted out but was answered with silence. 

Once again you took a moment to breathe. You felt so weak, tired and so hungry. It’s been so long since you last ate. You were thinking about just laying down on the ground until someone arrived. When you looked down at your hands, you saw the healed scar on your palm. You thought of your dream. This dream felt too real unlike the others you had before you fell ill. 

You had to see Sandor, you had to make sure that he was alright. You had to see if your brother was alive as well. You began to crawl to the table near you. Grunting as you grabbed the edge of the table and pulled yourself up. Managing to get up you leaned against the table. Looking down at the half empty bowls on the table you saw a small mirror. Rising it up to see your reflection, you were glad you were back to normal. You had transformed back into a human. You didn’t know how you managed to do it. You looked tired and sickly. Your eyes were dull,  lips were dried and cracked. You placed the mirror back down on the table not wishing to see yourself anymore. You didn't look like you anymore. Letting out a soft moan as you flex your sore feet. Your toes cracked before you began to take a few steps towards the door. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about the dream. Sandor had died and he became one of those dead creatures. You saw he went up with the rest of the group on the dragon. Slowly walking to the door you stopped when you saw your ax, the weapon was leaning against the door frame. It had to be the lack of food, perhaps it was the stress but the dream had disturbed you deeply that all you can think of was finding Sandor and making sure he was ok. Ignoring the stomach pains, you leaned down to grab your ax. Using your weight to push the door open, you winced when the freezing wind hit your face. You began to stumble down the hallway ignoring the cold sting on your bare feet. Your hair whipped as another gust of wind blew, you walked to the end of the hall and began to step down the stairs. Your eyes grew wide at the sound of people. 

“Sandor!” You shouted with all your might as you walked down the snow covered stairs using the ax as a cane. 

“Lady Y/n!” 

You step into the courtyard, you can see a few members of the Night Watch staring back at you. Some looked at you stunned while others looked terrified, they started to walk away when you began to walk towards the center of the courtyard. 

“Sandor!” You cried out as you looked around, looking for him. More of the members of the Night Watch had walked out to the courtyard at the sound of your cries. You feared that your dream became true when you didn't see Sandor. You dropped your ax as you started to cry. 

“Y/n!” You looked ahead to see Sandor standing at the edge of the courtyard. Beric and Thoros peeking behind him.  They were in the dining hall when one of the wildings came running inside saying that the great goddess of the wolf had woken up. 

Sandor quickly ran as best he could to you. Jon and Daenerys along with Ser Davos came out of Jon's office at the sound of shouting. Jon froze when he saw you standing in the middle of the courtyard. You were practically shaking in the cold. Your bare arms and legs were getting red from the harsh cold winds. 

You had leapt into Sandor’s arm. Sandor wrapped his arms around you, his lips pressed against your forehead as you sobbed into his chest. Sandor quickly untied his fur cape and wrapped it around you when he pulled away. 

“I saw you-.” Sandor shook his head as you kept crying. He couldn’t understand you. 

“I killed him! Isaac, but he got to you, first. I didn't see the other knife. I didn't see it. You became one of them!” Sandor cupped your face when you started to get hysterical, screaming the name Isaac and the hidden knife. 

“Y/n, calm down.” Sandor told you firmly but you didn't stop.

 You have started to grab Sandor’s coat, pulling the laces almost ripping it. You ignore Sandor’s words to calm down. You had to see it for yourself. Sandor tensed up when he felt your cold fingers touch his bare chest. Your cries quieted down as you touched him, the hair on his chest felt warm. He wiped the tears off your cheeks as you placed your palm against his chest.

“He killed you and you became one of the dead.” You whispered to him. Sandor held you close. 

“I'm not dead, Y/n. I'm here and you're here with me.” Sandor softly said, rubbing his thumb over your cheek trying to help you calm down. 

“You’re here.” You said as you felt his heartbeat under your touch. Sandor grabbed your wrist, bringing your hand up to his lips. He nodded at you as he kissed your knuckles. 

“I’m here and you're here.” He repeated over and over again. You hugged him once more. He threw a glare at the men from the Night Watch who stared.  He had forgotten about them, he had forgotten that both of you were still in the middle of the courtyard in front of everyone. He didn't believe at first that you were awake but he heard you calling out for him after one of the wildings came into the dinning hall. 

You lifted your head from Sandor’s chest when you heard your name being called out. Sandor had turned around along with you, Jon was there in the courtyard. His eyes were wide and filled with tears, he gave you a smile. 

“Go.” Sandor whispered to you as he tied the laces of the cape tighter.  He watched as you ran to your brother. Jon had started to run towards you as you walked to him. Jon cried as you held him, kissing your forehead as he hugged you. You were alive.

“I missed you.” Jon whispered. “Me too. I missed you so much.” You told him crying.

“I thought you were going to die.” You told Jon as you pulled away to look at his face. Jon has aged, you can see in his eyes that he was tired, his hair was longer. He didn't look like the same boy that left Winterfell. You smiled when you touched his chin, he was growing a beard now.  

“You saved me. You saved all of us. Daenerys said you showed her the way to us.” You looked above to follow Jon’s gaze, you saw a white haired woman leaning against the wooden railing. 

“The dragons.” You whispered looking back at Jon who nodded. 

“Yes, do you remember? They followed you.” You leaned against Jon, grabbing his coat and looked around. 

“Where’s the rest?” You asked softly. Jon pointed behind Sandor. You looked over at the pair standing at the edge of the courtyard.

“Lady Y/n.” Thoros welcomed you as Beric and he walked towards you. He let out a surprised yelp when you hugged him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Beric was shocked when he also received a hug from you as well. “I’m so glad to see you both.” You said with a smile. 

“My lady, you need shoes.” Beric said with eyes filled with concern. You looked down at your bare feet in the snow. The one eyed man was going to say something else when he heard your stomach growling. 

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Sandor and the rest couldn’t help but stare as you ate. You weren't really breathing as you stuffed your face with chicken and stew. With your mouth full of food, you grabbed a slice of bread near you soaking it up in the stew. He even casted a look over to Jon who was going to stop you but didn't when he saw how famished you were. Jon put the utensils down, figuring it’s pointless now. 

They all knew you had to be hungry since falling ill then being dead and waking up again to only find yourself beyond the wall with no food. Lastly when you did return you were passed out for two days and for those two days they stayed in your room. The atmosphere in the room was tense. The group were quiet and thinking about what they just witnessed in the courtyard. It was something out of this world, the things you hear about in fantasies. A person turning into a wolf and not just any person, you. The ritual worked, you came back from the dead but you came back as something different. 

Men shouting was heard outside of your room and they did their best to ignore it. Jon watched as Sandor squeezed the excess water from the rag he used to wipe the dried blood from your body. He had flat out refused for the maesters to look over you and dressed your minor wounds.

‘He didn’t do fucking shit when she was sick. I don’t want him around her.’ Sandor yelled when the maesters was brought into the room. Word had spread like wildfire in the East Watch all the way to Castle Black about you being alive and being a creature. 

Tormund had told the group when bringing supplies into the room that the men of Night Watch were calling you evil while the wildings called you the Goddess of the Wolf. Beric and Thoros stood guard by the door on the inside as Ser Davos and Jorah tried their best to calm down the angry crowd standing outside the door. The words monster and ungodly were shouted when you transformed back. Sandor had carried you up the stairs while the group was ready to defend you. 

The rag that was once white, is now a reddish brown. Sandor remained quiet for the most part as he cleaned you. He stared at the light scratch marks on your body, it was from the wights. 

“Thought you would get turned into one if they touched you?” Sandor asked Jon who sat behind him getting treated by the maesters. 

“Guess their nails don’t count.” Jon said, wincing as the maesters treated the cut on his shoulder. 

“Maybe because she wasn’t human.” Beric told them.

“The polar bear was one of them. Doesn't make sense.” Thoros spoke out before the maesters told Jon how very lucky he is that he didn’t get frostbite. Jon told them about you rescuing him from the icy cold waters and using your body to keep him from freezing to death. 

Sandor stops in mid cleaning when he reaches your thighs and his stomach twisted at the sight of dry blood on your inner thighs. He remembered what the red priestess told him. A life for a life. He knew the moment you woke up, he had to tell you. He just hoped you wouldn’t be mad at him for doing it. He felt responsible for turning you into this creature, into a wolf. His worry grew when he saw you were alive and he wondered if you would grow to resent him. 

Sandor wipes it softly and halts when he feels your leg tense up. He looked at your face, trying to see if you would wake up. You moved your head to the side and let out a deep sigh in your sleep. 

“She ran a lot.” Jon had told him. 

“She was faster than a horse, it was amazing how fast she is.” Sandor tried his best not to lose his shit. You were a wolf, you transformed back into a human. The wolf that saved them beyond the wall was you. The door knocked causing everyone to pause. 

“It’s me.” Jon looked over at the door and nodded to them to open. Daenerys walked inside with Jorah and Ser Davos. 

Her eyes widened at Jon’s bare chest. She was told about Jon and how he came back to life. She thought it was a joke, a trick to make her give Jon her army to fight with the dead. She looked at his healed wounds, he had so many. Daenerys quickly walked towards him, unraveling a white fabric she was holding. 

“Should work until she makes it back home.” Jon let out a gracious smile when she held out a sewn white undergarment made of sheets. There were no clothes for women in the East Watch. Daenerys can hear footsteps behind her. She turns around and looks up at the Sandor who towered over her. She holds her breath at the sight of his face. She was a bit nervous when being told Sandor was from House Clegane. Ser Jorah eased her fear and told her Sandor was nothing like his brother who was the one to assault Elia Martell and killed her along with her children, Rhaenys and Aegon Targaryen. 

Sandor didn’t speak to her but he gave a nod of gratitude. 

“Thank you, you didn’t have too.” Jon told her as she turned around.

“It’s nothing, she’s a lady. When we get back to Winterfell, I would need to thank her properly.” Jon watched as Daenerys looked over at you. He noticed she started to play with her hands in front of her as she looked back at you. 

“It’s hard to believe. Isn’t it?” Jon asked. She shook her head at him. 

“It isn’t.” She told him as she looked back at Jon. “I have dragons. We have an army of the dead coming to end the living. Now your sister came back from the dead and became a wolf. A wolf that my dragons are curious about.” 

Daenerys casts one last look towards you and drops her hands to the side when she notices you were in good hands. She was scared you were in harm's way with Sandor but that was until she noticed the burly man washing your feet. Sandor treated you like you were made of glass, his large hand was completely wrapped around your ankle. He wiped the sole of your feet gently and with such care. She found herself reminiscing about her time with Khal Drogo when he found out when she was pregnant. He treated her with such grace and with so much love.

Eating the last piece of bread, you grabbed the pitcher of water ignoring the cup that was near you. Sandor wanted to chuckle at the sight of you drinking straight out of the pitcher. Drinking fast, droplets of water fell on to your dress with an unladylike burp, you wiped your mouth with the sleeve of your dress and placed the pitcher down on the table. 

The men didn’t say anything as they looked amongst themselves, they didn’t know how to start the conversation without it being awkward. They were all eager to know about you and the transformation. Beric and Thoros had shared their ideas with Sandor. Beric had told Sandor that he knew you were part of something greater. It almost ended in a fight when Sandor reminded Beric that it wasn’t some god that brought you back. 

“It was because of our child who brought her back to me.” 

You were staring off in the distance when Jon called your name out. You frowned as you heard people outside, whispers and the sound of the blacksmith working across the courtyard clear as day. It was impossible that you could hear all of it. Your trance was broken when you felt a warm hand on your knee. Looking down, you saw Sandor’s hand. You placed your hand over his and looked at him. He raised his brow at you, worried that you weren't answering. 

“I-I-well..” You stuttered for a moment and looked at them. You didn’t know how to start, you didn’t know what to say. 

“Thank you.” Thoros spoke first. “You saved us from that bear.” Beric added with a shocked face. 

“Of course.” You said looking at them. “We’re a group. We must protect one another.” 

Beric smiled as well as Thoros. They had mentioned to you those very words after another group thought it was a good idea to mess with the Brotherhood without Banners during their trip to the North.

“Y/n, do you remember turning into a wolf?” Jon asked. 

Death was quiet for a moment. It was just darkness, cold and nothing else. You found yourself in a dark cave but a light appeared ahead when you heard a woman’s voice.  She spoke English then it into a different language, you didn't understand. The only reason you followed her voice through the darkness was because she mentioned your name then your parent’s name. The more you followed her voice, the warmer you got and the louder her voice became. You froze when you heard a wolf howling and the voice stopped. You remained still in the dark place until you saw a light above you. 

Your eyes opened wide, you found yourself staring at the night sky before questioning yourself what had happened. You cried out when you tried to roll over but were unaware where you were. You fell off the altar with a thud as you landed on the wooden platform under the altar. You wanted to call out for Sandor but the moment you opened your mouth. Your arms twisted. Letting out a scream, you can feel your bones cracking.  Your limbs started to move on their own. On your stomach now, you tried to crawl but your back began to arch like a cat. You didn't know what was happening, your body had a mind of its own. You cried as you felt your back arch to the point of breaking. 

You whine when you feel something warm between your legs. 

“Lady Y/n.” Lifting your head off the platform, your eyes widened at the older man ahead of you. He took a step back from you when he saw your limbs twisted abnormally. 

“Help me.” You scream with all your might. It all happened in a blink of an eye, your body convulsed and the moment you opened your eyes. Your view had completely changed. You can hear the man screaming for help when he watched your back spit into two and a wolf appeared. Two men on watch nearby had run to the altar but froze in mid step when they saw an enormous wolf on top of one of their brothers ripping his body apart. 

“My bones broke and grew again. I couldn’t control my body.” You told the group as you described your transformation. Thoros and Beric gave each other a look and Jon looked terrified.

“I killed them but I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t control myself.  Something took over me. It was the-the.” 

“It was the animal in you that did it.” Beric said. You nodded at Beric, “Exactly.”

“They must all want me dead for my actions.” You said looking down at your lap, you were grateful Sandor didn’t let you go. His touch gave you some sort of relief. 

“The situation has been dealt with.” Jon told you and you looked at him surprised. You were excused of what you did, it didn’t make sense to you. 

“What’s going on?” You asked the group when you saw Beric and Thoros looking away from your gaze. You caught Jon and Sandor having a stare down, Jon looked away first with a sigh. 

“Nothing. What happened after you transformed?” Sandor questioned, giving his full attention to you. 

“I escaped over the wall and I kept running until I couldn’t anymore. I thought I wasn’t going to find my way back until I smelt it.” 

“You smelt it? What thing?” Jon asked. 

“Sweet rum.” You said with a small smile looking over at Thoros. 

“As I got closer, I could smell the trees, the earth itself. Nature.” You looked over at Sandor. He bared the same scent you smelt after leaving the bloody gates. 

“As I got closer, I knew one of those dead were on you.” 

“You can smell them?” Beric asked. 

“Aye, they smell like rotten meat and steel.” You told them. 

“There were so many of them. How is this possible?” You asked them. 

You remained silent when Jon told you what you had missed. The events of his stay of Castle Black and his time Beyond the Wall, he had even gone far to show you his scars, and told you he had died when they stabbed him through the heart. He told you how he was brought back from the dead as well.  The white walkers, the wildings, and Daenerys Targaryen. He told you Samwell saw Bran and they still had hope that he was still alive. Sandor noticed you started to cry when he told you about Rickon and the Battle of the Bastard. 

“Is Arya alive?” You asked him. “There’s been no word of her.” 

“Sansa?” When you asked Jon about her well being. He became quiet and you heard a thumping sound. It seemed to echo in your head and your ears started to ring. You looked ahead at Jon, to see him nervously looking at you. 

The thumping sound seems to have duplicated. Into four different thumping, you counted. You looked over at the men, they didn’t meet your eyes. 

“What happened to Sansa?” You asked Jon softly. Jon’s eyes were dark when he looked at you. 

You heard the thumping grow louder as the words from Jon’s mouth spilled. The words of Sansa escaping with Little Finger, Sansa at the Vale, Sansa getting married to a Bolton who took over Winterfell and lastly the words you never thought would come out from your brother's mouth. 

“What?!” Was all you said and the thumping sound disappeared. 

“She was broken in.” Jon said. Sandor had looked away from Jon. When he heard the news about Little Bird, his first thought was how you were going to handle it. 

“Are you positive?” You whispered in a rough tone feeling your body grow hot. Sandor felt you move your hand away from him and started to push yourself up from the seat. 

Sandor called out for you but you ignored him. Jon rose up at the same time as you. 

“Jon, answer me.” You shouted at him. 

“Sansa said it herself.” Jon told you and you started to walk away from the table. He noticed your face was pale and he began to tell you all about the win of The Battle of Bastard and how the Stark have Winterfell back but all you could think was about Sansa.

“Y/n.” Sandor said your name when you walked to the wall of the dinning hall. He sees you untying the fur cape around your shoulder letting it drop to the ground. They can hear you starting to breathe heavily. Jon and Sandor walked away from the table telling Beric and Thoros to stay back. 

“What’s happening? Y/n. Answer me.” Jon said behind you as you placed your hands on the wall. You tried your best to answer them but you couldn’t. 

You couldn’t breathe, every time you tried to shut your eyes to calm down. You kept thinking about Sansa and Ramsey. A shock ran through up and down your spine of the thought of your sister being abused, you wanted to kill Ramsey. You wanted to kill someone for hurting your sister. 

“Y/n.” Sandor shouted your name when you began to shout as another shock ran up and down your spine. You felt Sandor grab your arm and you were quick to shove him away. You did it without a single thought. 

Jon and Sandor looked at you in disbelief. You haven’t realized but you shoved Sandor, almost knocking the 6’6 men completely off his feet. They turned their attention back to you when you turned around, your back was against the wall. 

“Get back.” You yelled at them. 

“It hurts.” Sandor frowned at your words but he obeyed and remained still on his feet. He noticed your eyes, your pupils were dilating. “We took back Winterfell, Y/n. The Bolton’s lost, the Stark has Winterfell again.” 

“And Rickon? Sansa’s innocence? Our people from home?” You questioned him with a scream. 

“We have to go on, Y/n.” Sandor grimaced as your face changed at Jon’s word. 

“Go on.” You repeat. The tears had stopped and the aching on your back disappeared. Your jaw clenched as you turned to him. 

“Is Ramsey dead?” You questioned him. When Jon didn’t respond fast enough you yelled the question again. 

“No. Sansa released his hounds on him. All they did was eat one of his legs and injured his face. They were hungry but they were still loyal to their master.” 

“Why isn’t he dead?” You asked. 

“They suspect someone is taking care of him while he’s in custody. They believe there are still people who are still allies of House Bolton. She’s been keeping him in the kennels. Hoping the cold and the loss of blood would kill him.” 

“And you just want to go on.” You said with a shrug of your shoulders. 

“What would you like us to do?” Jon asked. “We took back Winterfell.” Jon said and he walked near you. “We will deal with this.” 

“We?” You said as your eyes were wide, he saw a yellow shined to them. 

“Yes, we.” Jon answered you while he took a step back. 

“When we get home, I’m gonna find those people.” You walked closer to Jon as you spoke. “I’m going to kill them, all of them and Ramsey. I’m going to tear his throat.” 

Jon stood still as he saw you become angry. He had never seen you like this before. You weren’t the sweet and gentle sister he had known. You never cursed before, especially in front of him. You have changed completely. 

“Ok.” Jon and you looked over at Sandor. “Ok.” He repeated to you. 

Sandor walked closer to you as he gave you a nod of approval. Sandor ignored the look Jon gave him as he passed him and got closer to you. 

“He’s gonna pay for what he did to Little Bird.” Sandor told you as he offered you his hand. You took it and he got next to you. You leaned against him putting your head against his chest. Jon saw you relax the moment you got next to Sandor, he began to rub your back.  

Sandor and Jon shared a look, a mutual understanding that your anger is the key to transform. Sandor was trying to calm you down and it worked. 

“The Lannister too.” Jon wrinkled his nose at you. 

“Y/n, we can’t do this now. We are at a war. Those wights will end us if we don’t all work together. I have told you we need Cersei and her army.” 

“You think she’s gonna help you?” You asked.

 “She has too.” 

“She won’t.” You snapped back.

“We can not start another war. You will be sent to Winterfell. Sandor is coming with me back to King's Landing.” 

“Like hell he is!” You shouted. 

“There is a bounty on his head. I’m not letting you take him back to that shit city. Cersei will never let him go. I will go with you.” 

“If you go and she kidnaps you?” Sandor asked, looking down at you. 

“We need to be smart, Y/n. She won’t do anything stupid because the last living Targaryen with dragons is coming along.” 

“I’m not letting you go alone.” You said firmly looking up at him. “I will not be apart from you. I have to keep an eye on you, what if something happens?”

“Nothing is going to happen.” Sandor answered you. He didn’t let the stinging rejection feeling hit him hard when you pushed yourself away from him as you shook your head. 

“I’m going with your brother. He needs me.”

“Y/n. It’s final. You are going back to Winterfell. Beric and Thoros had offered to take you back. It will be safer.” You were about to refuse. 

“How long do you think people will know about your abilities?” Jon asked. 

“Word has spread around the Night Watch. You will be a target for many people.” 

“He’s right.” Sandor said softly. 

“Sandor.” You beg him. “You know, I can help. Please.” 

“I saw you dead, Y/n.” Sandor said. 

“Don’t make me go through that again. Please go to Winterfell, where it’s safe.” Sandor pleaded with you. 

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Sandor opened the door of your room and was met with how he left you. You haven’t moved an inch, you kept still in the brass tub near the fireplace. Locking the door behind him, he dropped the towel he brought on the table by the bed. 

“You alright?” He asked you. He let out a sigh when he was answered with silence, you were still angry. He removed his cape and draped it over the chair as he walked over to you. 

“Shoes should be ready for you tomorrow. Jon had given the measurement to the cobbler.” He grabbed a chair by the table and dragged it near the tub. He sat down on it and looked at you. You wouldn't meet his eyes. 

“You’re angry. Yell at me. Call me an ass. I don’t care but I need you to know this is best for you.” You looked over at him. 

“I thought we were together. No matter where one goes, the other follows.” You told him. 

“We are together.” Sandor said but you shook your head. 

“If we are then I need to be with you when you go to King's Landing. I should be there with you.” Sandor bites his tongue hard to not lash out. He didn’t want to lash out and create another problem. 

When he didn’t say anything, you grabbed hold on the edges of the tub and pushed yourself up. Sandor holds his hand out to help you out but you ignore it. You walked past him to the table and grabbed the towel he left.  Taking a deep breath and trying to come up with how to explain his feelings. He felt like he was back in the woods again, after finding out how jealous you were. Sandor rose up and followed you as you made your way to the bed. Sitting on the edge, you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Y/n.” You looked down at your bare feet, the hot water helped you ease the pain on your legs. Transforming has taken a toll on you. Noticing Sandor was standing in front of you, you were to get up when he quickly knelt down, spreading your legs. Kneeling between your legs he finally managed to get your attention. 

“I wasn’t with you when you died.” His confession made you look at him. 

“I was locked up because your brother questioned my intentions with you while the maesters was looking over you. I don’t blame him. He visited me in the cells and I told him how we met and about our journey getting here. When I was finally allowed to see you again. I was walking up the stairs when I heard Jon’s screams. I got up there and- an-.” Sandor begins to falter, you touched his arms when you saw his bottom lip trembled and his eyes welled up in tears. 

“You were dead. Cold and stiff. Fuck, Y/n. Never again, Y/n. I can’t go through that.” Sandor exclaimed to you. 

“I need you to go to Winterfell. Go there, see Sansa and be safe. By the time I get there, the wights would be close. We need to prepare Winterfell and its people to battle.” 

Something about seeing Sandor cry hurt you more than the blade digging into your palm and your bones cracking as you transform. Seeing this strong willed man break down over your death was so hard for you to see because you didn’t want to see him suffer. You loved him and you didn’t want him to feel that way again. 

So you nodded at him. “Ok.” You whispered, wiping the tears off his face softly, cupping his face with your hands. He let out a sigh of relief, you were going back home and you were going to safe there. 

“I’m sorry for being angry.” He shook his head at your apology. 

“No need for that. I would have gone with you but I gave my word to your brother that I would go with him.” Sandor was a man of his words, you knew that and you felt shame for thinking he wouldn’t keep his promise to your brother. 

“Little Bird needs you. More than ever now.” Sandor said as you dropped your hands on his shoulders. 

“I know.” You told him. “You’re right. It would be best if I go to Winterfell. I just- I just.” You let out a sigh and shrug your shoulders. 

“I feel like I’m going crazy, Sandor. I’m so tired.” Sandor’s eyes soften. 

“Everything hurts. Rickon is dead. Bran and Arya are probably dead too. No one was there to help Sansa and Jon bend the knee to help us with the war of the dead. I’m this creature who killed those men.” 

“Y/n. I must tell you something.” Sandor told you nervously. 

“Tell me what?” You asked him. “I’m the reason why you are this way.” 

“What?” You asked him and Sandor was about to get up and when you grabbed him by the shoulders. 

“You died. I didn’t know what to do.” You held on to his coat. 

“Thoros couldn’t bring you back and the red priestess but she told me there was another way. A life for life.” Your eyes grew wide as Sandor explained to you as he began to touch your stomach. 

“You were with a child and it was the only way to get you back but I didn’t know you were going to turn into a creature. I swear it.” 

You placed a hand over his, he was being sincere. You can see it on his face. Beric and Thoros had spoken to you as Jon and Sandor grabbed the tub for you. They had mentioned that Sandor was on edge. They all were with this coming war, with everything that had happened. 

“I couldn’t lose you, Y/n.” You leaned down to hug Sandor tightly. Your face between his neck and shoulder. He pressed his face against your wet skin, not caring if he was getting wet. 

“I’m sorry.” You hear him mumbling to you as he holds you. 

After getting dried both of you laid on the bed, you were under the blankets while he laid on top of it. Facing each other, no words were spoken, you patted the empty space next to you and he joined you after taking his boots off and coat off.  

“I’m alive because of you.” You were the first to speak. You were the first to touch him, you touched his hand that was resting on his stomach. 

“Because of me you are this.” He said. You squeeze his hand softly. 

“Are you afraid of me?” You asked him. He shook his head. 

“Never.” 

You leaned over him immediately, kissing him. Sandor was pushed on to his back when you leaned on top of him pressing your lips against his. His hand cupped your face, pulling you closer to him as he gripped the blanket over your body. 

“I’m alive because of you, Sandor Clegane and because of our child.” You said after pulling away from his lips. Laying your head on his chest, you felt his hands on your bare back. You didn’t let Sandor see the tears roll down your face, the thought of him in pain. The thought of your unborn child dying. 

Soon after Sandor laid behind you under the covers. He had gotten up to remove his clothes, before laying back behind you. His arms wrapped around you as you faced the fireplace. One hand under the pillow beneath your head and the other holding Sandor’s hand that rested on your stomach. You kept staring at the fire, thinking about your baby. You thought you weren't pregnant during your trip to Castle Black. You thought it was stress, lack of sleep but you were wrong. Your eyes widened when you thought about your mother. 

“Sandor.” You whispered his name. You heard a sleepy hum from him. 

“I think I know why I was sick.” You heard a faint, why behind you. 

“I remember my mother told me she became very ill when she was pregnant with me. It had to be because I was with a child and without any proper medicine or rest. I just collapsed.” Sandor tense up behind you. 

“I’m sorry.” You heard Sandor say in a quavering voice making you tug on his arm tighten so he was closer to you. His front completely pressed against your back. He held you as your body shook while crying. Both of you were mourning over the loss of your child. Mourning what could have been if you survived and had the baby. 

Sandor doesn’t remember when he fell asleep but when he woke up. He felt like someone had kicked him in the head. He was sleeping on his stomach, with his head smush against the pillow. The wood was still crackling and he had the blankets on him. Sandor didn’t want to get up, he only did when he noticed he was alone in bed. 

He was about to call out your name when he stopped at the sight of you. You were sitting on one of the wooden chairs in the room facing the door. You had your arm resting on the table with the ax in your hand. You turned around when you heard Sandor call out for you. 

“What are you doing?” He saw you get up from the chair, you were wearing his tunic shirt. 

“Taking watch.” You told him and he let out a small frown. 

“Door is locked and there’s a watcher outside. No one is coming. Come.” Sandor moves the blanket for you to come lay back down with him. You looked troubled and it worried him. He waved at you to come back to bed. You looked back at the door and quickly went over to check the locks. 

Satisfy that they were lock tight, you went to bed. Sandor casts one last look at the ax on the table when you settle into bed. He looked at the door then the ax again. He kept thinking about how he woke up in the shack and saw you sleeping on the ground near the door with a knife in your hand. You were keeping guard and the words you told him in the courtyard kept running around in his head. 

 He was spooning you once more, holding you tight against him. Sandor was a southern man, he wasn’t used to the cold, especially this up in the North. Sandor realized as he drifted back to sleep that you were practically radiating with heat. This was new to him, he was always the one burning hot and keeping you warm. He made a note of all the things he noticed since you woke up. You were stronger now, your body heat was high, and your anger was getting to the point that you won't be able to control it. 

The warmth was cut short when both of you had to get up to break fast. Afterwards, Sandor had to get ready to go with Jon to King’s Landing. Sandor was finishing with the straps on Stranger when he saw you walking towards him. He grins when Stranger lets out a neigh at the sight of you. 

“Good boy.” He heard you whisper to Stranger as you patted its head. 

Sandor noticed you walking closer to him, you had reached out your hand. “In case you get hungry.” 

“Thank you.” Sandor tells you as he unwraps the bundle of cloth to see jerky. He placed it inside the bag strapped to Stranger. 

Sandor looks back at you to see you standing by with your arms crossed over your chest, with your own dark fur cape wrapped around you. He can see the new shoes on your feet. You wouldn’t look at him. Sandor heard Jon alerting the others to hurry along behind him, the gates were opening.

“Stay close with Thoros and Beric. You hear me.” Sandor tells you as he walks near you. He looks ahead and realizes why you wouldn't meet his eyes. There were a few members of the Night Watch standing by the sidelines staring at both of you. His eyes landed on an older man who had a black eye and busted bottom lip. He gives Sandor a scowl look and Sandor remembers the old man's words for mercy when he finished killing his brothers and started to beat him. 

“They think I'm going to kill you.” You tell him. Sandor looks away from the old man and looks back at you as he shakes his head. He knew if he didn't tell you sooner that you would find out eventually. Hopefully you won't be too upset, he thought to himself. 

“Bunch of idiots.” Sandor lets out a swear under his breath.  

“Goodbye.” You tell him. Sandor doesn't move at all, you frowned at him and he grabbed your arm pulling you next to him. 

“No farewell kiss?” The light pink blush on your cheeks disappeared when you looked around at the men again. 

“They will call you names for kissing me. For kissing a monster.” Sandor let out a chuckle. He had seen real monsters before the ones Beyond the Wall, the ones who hurt the innocent and the one he calls brother but you weren't one.  

“I've been called so many names. Another name isn't going to hurt me. What will hurt me is if I don't get a farewell kiss.” You gave Sandor a smile. 

Jon looked away when he saw Sandor kissing you. He let out a small smile when he looked over at Ser Davos who had his own smile. 

“They care deeply for each other.” Jon nodded at Ser Davos.

 “Aye.” Jon answered him as he got off his horse to say his farewell to you when one of the stable boys was walking out with Ghost. 

“I’ll see you soon.” Sandor’s words felt heavy on your chest. Both of you will be apart once more. You knew you were going to tear up again, so you walked away from him. 

“Ghost!” You heard Jon yelling, looking ahead you let out a smile when you saw the albino dire wolf running towards you. Kneeling down, the wolf began to lick your face. Patting its fur, you giggled loudly when he licked your ear. 

“Ghost, relax.” Jon said, making his way to you both. 

“I'm happy to see you too.” You told the wolf while scratching behind its ear. 

“Would you do me a favor?” Jon asked, you looked up at him and nodded. 

“Take him back to Winterfell for me. He should spend time with his original owner.” 

“I will. Be careful, your grace.” Jon chuckled at you as you got up. After the dining hall, Jon and you spoke privately. Jon cried in your arms when you told that father would have been proud of him. You told him you were so proud of the man he had become. King of North, Lord Commander, and friend of the Freefolk. 

“I’ll see you home, sister.”  He pulled you into a hug, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“Home.” You repeated. You long to be home. Jon repeated it as well with a nod. He too missed home. Pulling away, Jon said goodbye to Ghost. 

“Safe travels, Lady Y/n.” Looking over your shoulder you saw Daenerys Targaryen riding towards you. 

“I look forward to speaking with you at Winterfell.” You nodded at her. 

Beric and Thoros came towards you with their own horses. “Ready?” 

“Aye.” You answered them as Jon and the rest of them started to depart. While they left Thoros made sure your horse was ready to be straddled and Beric did a final check on their supplies. You tied your cape tightly and made sure your knife was still attached to the belt you wore. Sandor has given you your weapons back before leaving. Thoros had looped the ax in the sack on your horse.

“Pardon me, M’Lady.” You were about to get up on the staddle when you heard a small child behind you.  The child was a wilding, you can tell from his clothing. You noticed a group of wildings standing behind the child. 

“Yes?” You asked, looking at the brown haired child who had rosy cheeks. 

“I wish to say safe travels to the Goddess of The Wolf. “ You had a bewildered look on your face when all of sudden the Wildings stepped into a line in front of you. One by one they all bent down to touch your feet and wished you safe travels. Thoros and Beric were amused by it. 

You were going to stop them but didn’t when you saw the face of the last person in line. It was Jon’s friend, Tormund. Jon had introduced you to him and the rest of the men who stood behind Jon. The red head wasn't afraid of you at all. You were nervous that Jon’s friends would come to hate you for what you did but they weren’t. Tormund had told people back in the East Watch about what happened Beyond the Wall. He didn't left any details out when he told everyone about your fight with the dead polar bear.

He gave you a genuine smile when it was his turn. He knelt down on one knee and pressed the tip of his fingers on your feet. “Safe travels, M’Lady.” 

“Thank you.” You told him, looking behind him. You noticed the Wildlings were waiting for something but you were unsure what to do so you bowed your head at them and they did the same. 

Beric had come down from his horse when they were done and helped you up. Thoros rode next to you as you settled on. Looking behind you, the Wildings were still watching you. You waved at the little boy, he let out a wide toothy smile and waves back, flailing his hand at you. 

“Let’s get you home.” Beric told you as the three of you rode out of the gates of the East Watch. 

Home, you smiled at the word. You were finally going back home where you belong. You couldn't wait to see it, to see Sansa and see the people again. Your mind drifted back into what Jon told you about Ramsay Bolton, you tightened the rein in your hands as you thought about that bastard. You were going to do exactly what you told Jon in the dining hall. 

Beric and Thoros were talking when they noticed you became quiet. They gave each other a concerned look when they saw a smirk on your face and your eyes had a bit of yellow shine to it. 

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Called Home to the Depths of the Forest Ch. 7

• summary – Flashback to Simon and Johnny's first meeting. And their first full moon together.

• rating – M

• wordcount – 3.8k

• warnings – mentions of previous character deaths, mentions of Ghost's backstory

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Ch 1. Ch. 6 Ch. 8

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There was an unfamiliar tranquility to the forest that set him on edge. In his experience, silence was where he thrived. There was safety in silence. If no one could hear him, no one knew he was coming. And if Ghost didn’t hear anyone, they weren’t close enough to hurt him.

The forest was not silent. 

There was birdsong, the buzzing of insects, the crunching of leaves beneath his feet, the crash of a far off animal through the brush, the trickle of a stream. 

Silence here meant danger.

It was not silent now.

The smell of blood was sharp enough in the air that he felt he could cut himself. It was more than he expected, his traps usually weren’t enough to draw this much. 

As Ghost approached the spot where he had set a snare, he observed the red that stained the soil beneath his boots. He could hear the sounds of a larger animal struggling up ahead in the brush. 

The area was still relatively new to him; he had only bought his little plot of land a few months ago, and he had only just started on his cabin. Even so, he had thought the game trail he had set his trap on was only frequented by smaller game, nothing as big as he suspected his accidental victim was. 

When he pushed past the last bush separating him from the scene, he felt something drop in his stomach. 

Before him, writhing in its own blood was a big fucking wolf. Its fur around one of its ankles had gotten matted and crusted with blood from where the wire was digging into its skin. 

He must have made a noise when he approached because soon enough, the wolf was turning on him, snarling, the pain a haze over its eyes. 

Blue eyes. Blue like he had never seen, like he hadn’t even known was real. And seeing that blue, he was real for the first time since he had been taken by Roba. 

“Easy there,” Simon spoke, his voice steady and low. He held out a hand, as nonthreatening as a human weapon could be. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Didn’t mean to catch you.”

Hackles lowered surprisingly quickly, as if it understood him. The wolf still looked at him with suspicion, but it wasn’t really growling anymore. 

Simon approached slowly, hands in plain view, getting closer so he could get a better look at where the wolf was caught. 

The wound was violent, clearly made worse by whatever thrashing the creature had done to try and get loose. He went to pull out a water bottle, and the wolf startled, opening up the areas that had begun to scab over, and new blood seeped out of the wound.

“It’s alright, pretty thing, I’m just gonna take a look,” he murmured. 

The bottle opened with a slight ringing of the metal lid scraping along the metal threads on the lip, but the wolf did not react this time to the sound. He washed away enough of the gore that he was able to clearly see a spot on the snare he could cut without causing more damage. 

“I’m gonna take out a knife,” he said. Simon felt crazy for even imagining that an animal could understand what he was saying, but if it worked, it worked. 

The wolf stayed steady, it’s eyes locked on him, but it allowed him to unsheathe the hunting knife at his hip. With a snick of the wire breaking, it was in motion, bolting away from him. It paused for only a moment, staring at him one last time with those blue blue eyes, before it disappeared in the undergrowth. 

Belatedly, he raised a hand in farewell. 

He cleaned up the remains of his trap before heading off to the next one. It took him the remainder of the day to get through all of them and back to the site of his cabin. 

In the dying light of the day, with a small fire flickering in front of him, he cleaned and gutted the two rabbits he had caught. 

Simon wasn’t sure what overcame him, but he had the sudden urge to look up. And there, at the edge of the forest, was the wolf. It didn’t move any closer, just watched him. After a moment, he went back to cleaning his kills. He looked back up, and sure enough, the wolf was still there, watching him. When one was done, he picked it up, approaching slowly. When he was about fifteen feet away, he set the rabbit down and went back to his fire. He watched as the wolf sniffed at the rabbit cautiously before it grabbed it, retreating back into the woods. 

It wasn’t the last time the wolf reappeared. Simon would catch glimpses through the trees when he was out in the forest, or he would look up from where he was working on the cabin to suddenly meet those blue eyes. He had taken to leaving it a portion of his meal whenever it was around while he cooked. 

The two of them never got closer than about ten feet from each other, but it kept coming back. 

Occasionally, he would find what he could only describe as “offerings” left for him. Birds, rabbits, and once an entire deer would be waiting for him when he emerged from his tent in the morning. He never heard the wolf coming or going in the night, but inexplicably, there would be a gift left for him. Simon was especially baffled when he woke up one morning to a pile of blackberries waiting for him, perfect and unharmed by sharp teeth. 

It was a cold autumn day when it happened. 

He was out checking his traps once again. By this point, he had fallen into a routine. His cabin was almost finished. It would be ready for winter. The weather had taken a turn over the past week, abruptly divorcing from the warmth of summer and careening wildly towards winter. 

It would be his first winter here. Maybe that was why he was unprepared when he stumbled across the deer. Later, he would learn, it was the time of their rut, the mating season. 

And he had walked right in front of a male with his herd of hinds. The beast had an enormous set of antlers, and he was unafraid to use them. 

It was one of the first times when Simon had truly felt unmatched. 

He had not come prepared to fight for his life that day, and as it bellowed its rage at him, the rush of ice through his veins kept him trapped. There was not a single thought in his mind of what to do. His experience of primal violence was exclusive to the realm of humanity. 

But he was not one to surrender without a fight, and with a steady grip on his hunting knife, he prepared to taste the spears of those antlers deep in his viscera. 

There must have been something divine that wanted him to live because before the stag could gore him, a blur of movement too fast to track was rocketing across the clearing, tackling it to the ground. A snarling mass of fur tore into the beast, ripping out its throat as it let out a wailing trumpet, abruptly cut off. 

Simon blinked and there was a naked man, covered in blood grasping his face in his hands. 

“Are ye alright, bonnie? Ah was so scared ah’d be too late.” 

Blue. His eyes were blue. Simon knew those eyes. He was real.

Sleep sloughed from him slowly. He blinked away the haze to discover a familiar face staring back at him. 

Johnny reached out and pushed a lock of hair off his forehead, back behind his ear.

“You were dreaming something fierce,” he whispered, smiling softly. 

They were still in the pile of blankets, plushes, and pillows on the floor. Ailsa and Duncan slept, their warm bodies pressed between them. They had shifted back sometime in the night, and Johnny had too apparently.

Simon grunted, grabbing hold of his hand when Johnny moved to take it back. He held it to his face, closing his eyes and breathing in. 

“What were you dreaming about?” Johnny asked when he opened his eyes again.

Blue. Simon was real.

“You,” he murmured. 

“Me?” There was an almost hesitant quality to his grin this morning. 

“Mhmmm. When we first met.” 

They kept their voices low, neither wanting to disturb the sleeping children. 

Johnny’s smile turned teasing.

“Oh, right, when you caught me in a trap that almost cut off my foot.”

He rolled his eyes, but there was still a small smile on his face. “Because I totally expected there to be a wolf in the trap I set for small animals.”

“Then you won me over with all that food. Should have known then that you were a pathetic cook.” 

“It still worked, didn’t it?” He let go of Johnny’s hand to reach out and ruffle the messy mohawk he was sporting. 

“What can I say?” he chuckled. “I’m a cheap date.”

They lapsed into silence, just looking at each other, allowing themselves a slow start to their day. Their hands found each other once again, tangling their fingers together over the blankets. 

The jovial mirth on Johnny’s face gradually fell away. Simon could tell he was thinking hard about something, but let him work it out in his own time. He would speak up when he was ready.

“Tonight's the full moon,”Johnny whispered, serious this time. 

“Yeah?” Simon wasn’t really sure what that meant, but the other man sounded grave. 

“When they wake up, I’m gonna take the pups. We’ll be out until tomorrow morning.” 

Brows furrowing, Simon questioned, “Why? I thought the full moon bit about werewolves was a myth. You shift back and forth all the time.”

Johnny’s hold on his hand tightened. “Aye, for the most part, but there’s a danger to the full moon. If you get bit, even accidentally, you’ll turn. I don’t wanna risk it.”

“I thought it was hereditary?”

“It is, but humans can become werewolves too. Only under the full moon, if they get bit, do they change.”

He was silent for another moment. If something happened, he wouldn’t be able to protect them. Simon knew that Johnny was a formidable opponent, especially in his wolf-shape, but he couldn’t help the anxiety that threaded through him at the idea that they would be out of his reach. All three of them. 

“I trust you,” he whispered like a confession. 

Simon took their hands and pulled them to him, pressing his lips gently against Johnny’s knuckles. 

“I need you to be careful, though. I don’t like how that detective was acting.”

“Aye. I’ll take them up to Price and Gaz so if anything happens, I’ll have backup.”

He sighed. “Alright.”

This time, the quiet hung heavy between them. 

It was broken by the blare of Simon’s phone ringing. 

He got up to answer it as Johnny greeted Ailsa and Duncan who had been startled away by the ringtone. 

“Simon,” came the voice on the other end as soon as he picked up. 

“Kate.”

“I’ll be up next week with all of the documents for the children.”

“I appreciate it, but that’s really not necessary, you can just send them,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Simon had never intended to get anyone else involved, and here he was neck deep. First it had been Johnny, then Price and Gaz, and now Laswell. 

He knew her from his time in the SAS, and over the years they worked together, he had grown to trust her. Kate was probably the only one who knew everything about him. She had been the one to help him become the Ghost (she had also helped him get his testosterone when he his status as legally dead became an issue with his previous prescription).

After he got picked up over the US border after his time with Roba in Mexico, she had swooped in. The things they did had been only vaguely legal sometimes, but the work they did had kept people safe. 

So when he needed help forging papers for Duncan and Ailsa, he knew he had to call her for help.

“Simon,” she said, her voice hard. “It’s been years since I’ve heard from you. The last time we spoke, you had decided to become a hermit in the woods, and now you have two children in your care? I’m coming.”

“Kate—“

“You don’t even have to host me. I’ve got an old friend up around that same area I’ll be staying with.”

He sighed again. “You have the coordinates?”

“Yes. I’ll see you next week.”

“Fine.”

He glared at the phone before he hung it up in its cradle. Reaching up, he dragged his hands down his face. There were moments these past few weeks where life paused just enough for him to miss his quiet existence before Duncan and Ailsa tumbled into his life. 

“Simon!”

But then those moments passed. 

A little body crashed into his legs, latching little arms around him. He looked down and smiled at Ailsa. She had also sandwiched her owl toy between them. Her hair was soft against his fingers as he gently pet her head. 

“Johnny says we have to leave you!” she despaired.

“Och, Ailsa, that is not what I said!” Johnny rebutted, following her into the kitchen with Duncan at his side. 

Simon chuckled, scooping her into his arms with a grunt. 

“It’s just for today. You’ll be back tomorrow, and you and your brother will get to see Gaz and Price! You have fun with them, don’t you?” He did his best to reassure her. 

As much as he hated to see her upset like this, there was part of him that was thrilled that she was wailing because it meant he could address her concerns. She could actually speak to him and tell him what she was worried about. 

She sniffed, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest. 

“Yeah, but I don’ wanna leave you! Can’t you come with us?”

“I want you to come with us,” Duncan repeated, shuffling closer. 

“But it’s the full moon,” Johnny tried to argue. “That’s a wolf thing, and Simon isn’t a wolf like us.”

He didn’t necessarily want to be a wolf, but the reminder that he was not the same as them was not pleasant. 

“It’s alright, loves,” he said, ignoring his own feelings. Much like he had with Johnny’s this morning in bed, he ruffled Duncan’s hair, rebalancing Ailsa on his hip. “I’ll just be working on the cabin today. It’ll be more fun with Johnny and Gaz and Price.”

“Price smells like smoke,” Ailsa declared, wrinkling her nose. 

Johnny snorted. “Well he’s a dragon, so the smell lingers. The cigars don't help either.”

The pups visibly brightened at the revelation. 

“How big is he?”

“Does he breathe fire?”

“Can he fly?”

“What color are his scales?”

Before they could ask any more questions, Simon interrupted. “I bet you could ask him all your questions when you go see him.”

Luckily that was enough to convince them. 

After a quick breakfast, Simon saw them to the front door. He was surprised when Duncan doubled back to give him a tight hug.

“I’ll miss you.”

He had to stop himself from crushing the boy to his chest. There were echoes of another little boy he had held so tightly. Nothing was more precious than these children. 

“I’ll miss you too, Bug,” he murmured into his hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. 

When he released him, Ailsa launched herself at him, knocking the breath from his lungs for a moment. 

“We’ll be back,” she promised. 

“I know,” he told her, holding her close one last time before he let them go. 

Simon met Johnny’s eyes as the pups shifted, something yet unspoken hanging between them. 

“We’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nodded. Simon didn’t trust himself not to beg them to stay. 

He watched Johnny strip down before his shift, memorizing how he looked here in their home. And it was their home. Simon wasn’t sure when it had stopped being his cabin alone. Some time over the last month, it was no longer just his home in his mind. It was theirs, the four of them together. 

Muscle stretched and changed, fur sprouted, and limbs contorted into new shapes as Johnny adopted his wolf-shape. Where a man once stood, a beautiful brown wolf shook out his fur, familiar blue eyes looking back at Simon. 

From the doorway, he watched as the three wolves bounded across their clearing, heading to the tree line. Just when he thought they would disappear from view, Johnny stopped abruptly. He gave the pups a low woof before sprinting back to Simon. Easy as the flow of water, wolf became man once again as he crashed into Simon.

This embrace was different, he could tell. He breathed in Johnny, the scent of his warm skin something he hadn’t realized he would miss. 

“One more thing before I go,” Johnny started, speaking into Simon’s neck. He couldn't stop himself from shivering at the sensation of Johnny’s breath on his skin. They fit so easily together, Johnny’s head tucked beneath his chin.

“Anything.”

Johnny pulled back only far enough to look him in the eye. 

“Simon Riley, will you go out with me?”

His brain short-circuited. All that came out was a shocked sputter.

Johnny grinned. “When we get back, I want to take you on a date. Will you go out with me?”

“Yes,” he laughed, not quite believing what he was hearing. 

With one last press of their foreheads together, Johnny tore himself away again. 

“See you soon, Si.”

“See you soon, Johnny.”

In a mirror of his first exit, Johnny ran back to Duncan and Ailsa, shifting as he went, not breaking his stride when he hit the tree line. 

The rest of the day was too quiet. 

True to his word, he worked on the cabin. He got a lot further than he normally would since he didn’t have to watch the pups, and the only interruption to his work was when he stopped for lunch, then eventually dinner. 

It was odd, going back to the routine he had when he first moved to the area. This time, he was grateful he had a hot shower to look forward to. 

But it was unfortunate that he had so much time to do nothing but think. His body was moving, but he couldn’t escape the prison of his own mind. 

Were they safe? They had to be, Johnny wouldn’t lie to him. Price and Gaz had earned his trust so far, he felt fairly certain that they would protect their little pack. 

He didn’t like that he was the reason they even had to leave at all. Simon was the only human. Even if Gaz and Price weren’t wolves, they were still supernatural beings themselves. They were safe from any accidental bites.

He was the only one fragile enough to be broken. 

And would it really be so bad if he was a wolf? 

Johnny had acted like it was one of the worst things that could happen, but he had been a wolf his whole life. And he was happy. Wasn’t he? He hadn’t ever indicated to Simon that he wanted to be anything other than what he was. And Johnny hadn’t ever said anything to the pups to make Simon think that he thought being a wolf was bad in any way. He seemed so supportive of teaching them how to embrace that part of themselves.

And it wasn’t like this would be the first time Simon would have changed his body so dramatically. 

He paused in his work. The weather was warm enough that he had taken his shirt off. 

It had been a long time since he had thought about it. 

Simon had transitioned shortly before joining the military. It had faded to the background of his mind, overtaken by other, bigger experiences. Every scar on his body mapped out his story, and the keloid scars beneath his pecs were just one of many. 

He could do it again. He could change his body to be better suited to his life. 

Then he could be there, could protect Duncan and Ailsa and Johnny any time they needed him. He wouldn’t have to be shuffled to the sidelines when he couldn’t measure up, his human strength too inadequate to compete with supernatural might. 

When night fell and the dreaded full moon made her appearance, Simon laid in his freshly made bed and stared at the ceiling. Distantly, he thought he could hear howling. The night passed slowly, but he couldn’t sleep, too consumed by his thoughts. He was surrounded by all of Duncan and Ailsa’s toys, had tossed one of Johnny’s sweatshirts in too, but he couldn’t escape his solitude.

Before long, the early rays of sunrise crept through the window. 

Feeling defeated, Simon closed his eyes and waited. 

He was startled awake when he felt the bed dip under someone else’s weight. 

“Hey, Si, just us,” Johnny whispered, crawling in with Duncan and Ailsa, still in wolf-shape, following behind him. “Price and Gaz are crashed in the living room.”

“Hi,” he murmured with a sleep-soaked voice, welcoming Johnny as he slipped next to him under the covers. 

The other man tucked himself into his side, the pups cuddling into the curve of his other side, settling into sleep quickly. 

When he was sure he and Johnny were the only ones left awake, and Johnny only barely, Simon spoke. 

“Would you rather take care of Ailsa and Duncan with another werewolf?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the ceiling. He felt Johnny startle where he had cuddled into his side.

“What are you on about?”

“Because I’m human. I obviously can’t keep you as safe as another werewolf could. You wouldn't have to leave for the full moon.” 

“Look at me,” Johnny murmured, touching the side of his face softly to direct his gaze back to him. 

Blue. He was real.

“There’s no one else I would do this with, Si. You’re the best of them.”

“Johnny,” he whispered, searching for his face for any hint of uncertainty. 

“You, Simon. Not Price, not Gaz, not some other wolf. You, human, Simon.”

He hadn't realized the weight of his thoughts until this perfect, beautiful man pressed their mouths together, stealing all of his doubts with an unhurried kiss. 

#soapghost #fic #my writing #soap #ghost #ghostsoap #cod fanfic #werewolf soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

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Spirit

Spirit by kanekki

Izuku's mom doesn't pick him up from school. That's when he sees his first ghost.

After a tragic accident, Izuku's quirk manifests and he now finds himself surrounded by spirits. Adjusting to be part of a new family and learning how to use a quirk that has the tendency to upset people around him, Izuku has a long, interesting journey ahead of him.

Words: 2699, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Aizawa & Hizashi Adopt Izuku AUs

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Shirakumo Oboro, Class 1-A, Bakugou Katsuki, League of Villains, Ectoplasm, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Todoroki Shouto, Shinsou Hitoshi, Nezu, Tokoyami Fumikage

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku & Shirakumo Oboro, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shirakumo Oboro & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Tokoyami Fumikage

Additional Tags: Family, Angst, Fluff, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Ghosts, Midoriya Izuku Sees Ghosts, Hurt/Comfort, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Friendship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Minor Character Death, Mentions of Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46150690

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♥ #Erasermic #Izuku Midoriya #Naomasa Tsukauchi #R:M #A:Kanekki #Quirk AU #Dadzawa #Dad Mic #Ghost AU #Hurt Comfort #Fluff #Angst

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The Price of Peace - Chapter 2

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Category: M/M Fandom: Buddy Daddies (Anime) Relationship: Kurusu Kazuki/Suwa Rei Characters: Suwa Rei, Kugi Kyuutarou, Kurusu Kazuki, Unasaka Miri, Suwa Shigeki Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, Gun Violence, BloodMinor Character Death, Please don't worry as the death is not any of the main cast, They are alive and well, Getting Together, rei is a good papa Language: English

Summary: Rei goes on a one man mission to stop the threat to his family. (Warning: This is what the content warnings are for.)

Chapter 1: Fight or Flee?

Gunshots had been ringing out since dusk had fallen. A cacophony of noise from the otherwise silent mansion, too far away from anywhere else for someone to hear. Guards fell like dominoes, crimson stains blooming from bullet wounds. The night creeping over the sky only brought more bullets, more blood and more death.

A dark figure made their way through the maze of corridors. Every gun pointed at them left the one holding it pooled in their own blood. They shot without caring who they were aiming at. A former ally now dead at their feet was nothing new, they’d killed enough traitors before. But never with such a purpose, never with such a drive. Even the bullets that grazed them and the knives that had slit their skin couldn’t put a stop to this murderous beast that roamed the halls.

Leaning back against a wall, bullets ricocheting around him, Rei reloaded his gun. His motions so mechanical and robotic, his brain on autopilot, relying on only the instincts drilled into him. The manor was already painted red, splattered all over the walls… just like the time Miri had been messing around while they had been decorating her room. Although, there was no childlike innocence to the colour that trickled down the walls and flowed across the floors. With eyes set ahead, he stepped over another victim of his revenge. He’d long since stopped counting the number of those who had been left in his bloody wake as he made his way deeper into the heart of the mansion.

On any other day, this could have been just another mission but, Rei felt a fire burning inside his very soul. A raw, deep, primal anger that came from finally having something to protect and a future to fight for. As he turned a corner, a figure stood with a gun aimed and not a second later had a bullet in their skull. Rei lowered the gun again, a snarl on his lips, as the body crumpled to the floor. This wasn’t a fight he was ever going to back down from.

For Miri. For Kazuki. For their small and broken family.

Double doors loomed at the end of the hallway; doors that had once made him feel so small. Behind him, the last of the guards slumped against the wall, a hand stretching out for his gun. Rei shot behind him and the guard stilled. He took the cartridge out of the gun, looking down. He’d counted out his ammunition perfectly. Just one target left… and only one bullet. With a deep breath, Rei reloaded his gun, and walked down the corridor.

Rei pushed the doors open, stepping inside with his suit in tatters and strands of hair falling out of his ponytail. He walked like he owned the place, a confidence without arrogance as he stared at the man who had always been so certain of his invulnerability that he never planned for the worst. Everyone would have to die before he was ever in danger. Unfortunately for the Boss, he’d trained Rei far too well. As he turned away from the window, his expression seemed to relax, stepping in front of his desk.

“Rei. Just in time. You need to escort me out before whoever has broken in gets any further.” “No.” The Boss frowned. “What did you just say to me?” “No.”

Rei stepped forward, holding the gun out before him, finger resting on the trigger. “What the hell are you doing?” “Protecting my family.” “I am your family!” he roared. “I am your father!” “You are not my father,” Rei said cooly, taking a step closer. “You are my Boss.” The Boss stepped back, hitting the desk with nowhere else to run. “You’ve lost your mind! Stop this at once. Guards!” “They’re dead. It’s just you and me.” The Boss slid his hand back on the desk, reaching for something. “You are my Boss, and I am a Papa.” The gun was steady in Rei’s hand. “And a Papa protects his family. Whatever the cost.”

A shot rang out and the Boss fell against the desk, slumping to the floor, eyes still open in shock. Blood dripped down his face and the gun on the desk was covered in much the same.

Rei let the gun drop to the floor with a clatter. He assumed he might have felt at least something for him but… this man meant nothing to him. It was over. Finally. All those years. All those days. Training to be a tool and never being loved as a son. He stumbled back against the wall, breathing heavy as the adrenaline drained away. His hands covered his face, breathing growing a little shaky. He was free. His family was free.

Reaching a hand round to the back of his head, he pulled the hair tie off, letting his hair fall. He didn’t have the need for it anymore. No more trying to meet the Boss’ expectations of who he should be. No more repetitive conversations about carrying on the family line. And no more need for work like this.

He could finally be himself… whatever that meant.

Raising his head, Rei looked over at the body of his father, crumpled in a heap against the desk. In this life, you lived by the gun and died by the bullet. That’s just the way things were but Rei was ending that here. He pushed himself off the wall, looking around the room one last time. It felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, like he could finally stand up straight without forcing himself to. With a sigh of relief, he turned towards the door.

Rei took one last look behind him. It was a mess. This whole place was a mess. His hand slipped into his jacket, pulling out his lighter. It had been so long, he’d almost forgotten he had it. There was only a little fuel left in it. Rei flicked the lid open, lighting it and watching the flame for a moment. Holding his hand out, he let the lighter drop to the ground, the small flame licking at the expensive rug beneath his feet.

Rei walked out of the room head held high as the flame ate away at the carpet. The smell of burning followed him down the hallway. With every stride he took, the flames grew and each step taking him further from violence and death. Further from everything he’d hated but been forced to tolerate.

This night was death. The death of the organisation. The death of the Suwa family. The death of an assassin.

Walking outside, the flickering of light caught Rei’s eye. He turned to see flames like fingers clawing at the office window. They glowed a bright orange, as bright as the dawn. For as sure as there was dusk and death, there would be dawn and life. Everything he once was would be reduced to ash by the time morning came. The bloody corridors and bodies strewn all over would vanish.

And only Rei would remain, like a phoenix from the ashes.

A small smile graced his weary face as he set off down the long driveway. Each step gave the fire room to consume everything he sought to destroy. Each step brought him closer to home and his loving family.

#buddy daddies fanfic #kazuki/rei #rei suwa #kazuki kusuru

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Spirit

Spirit by kanekki

Izuku's mom doesn't pick him up from school. That's when he sees his first ghost.

After a tragic accident, Izuku's quirk manifests and he now finds himself surrounded by spirits. Adjusting to be part of a new family and learning how to use a quirk that has the tendency to upset people around him, Izuku has a long, interesting journey ahead of him.

Words: 2699, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Aizawa & Hizashi Adopt Izuku AUs

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Shirakumo Oboro, Class 1-A, Bakugou Katsuki, League of Villains, Ectoplasm, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Todoroki Shouto, Shinsou Hitoshi, Nezu, Tokoyami Fumikage

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku & Shirakumo Oboro, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shirakumo Oboro & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Tokoyami Fumikage

Additional Tags: Family, Angst, Fluff, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Ghosts, Midoriya Izuku Sees Ghosts, Hurt/Comfort, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Friendship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Minor Character Death, Mentions of Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46150690

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♦ #Izuku Midoriya #Erasermic· #R:M #A:Kanekki #Quirk AU #Dadzawa #Dad Mic #Ghost AU

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I Burn Myself Until My Past Turns to Ash

I burn myself until my past turns to ash by Twin Flame

Burning the Hero Public Safety Commission down wasn't in the plans for the League of Villains but Dabi always stepped to the beat of his own rhythm - never slowing down near danger, not racing ahead to beat some imaginary clock. Hardly anything could affect the villain.

So why did the HPSC file on Hawks make him act? Why did Takami Keigo genuinely caring make his heart race and make him want to either run or pull the hero closer? (The only constant is Toga's teasing making him want to either burn her or die an early death)

OR

A fic during which Dabi acts out, suffers with a fever, suffers some more (this time due to emotions!), but inevitably gets a taste of happiness ;D

Brief mentions to events of Fic #1 of series, but reading it is not required! Fic split: 1.5K - Burning of HPSC / 1k - Dabi suffering with a fever / 5k - Keigo and Dabi talking, mild angst + mild tension / 3.3K - Getting together Breakdown of TW in author notes

Words: 11109, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Wrap Your Arms Around Me So That I won't Fall Apart

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Kurogiri, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks

Additional Tags: Getting Together, Light Angst, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, that one is in reference to Dabi's burns, Alcohol, Mentions of Suicide Ideation, no beta we die like touya, dabi and hawks knew each other as kids, mention of death (no one stays dead)

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44979997

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Hotwings #♥ #Dabihawks #Hotwings #Toga Himiko #⚣ #R:M #W:S #A:Twin #Mental Illness #Abuse

[bothfeetinthegrave]

| pinned post |

Hello! I go by Rabbit or Rory (he/him), and I have returned once again from the clutches of work to write - albeit on a much smaller scale! I've been here on and off for around 10ish years, so if you've met me before it's great to see you again!

This is a blog for Eden Muir, a (slightly) vengeful spirit character developed for a D&D game set in an urban environment. Explores themes of existence after death, being someone else’s failed project, changing perspectives, learning to love yourself as you are, and learning to reconcile anger.

Go ahead and let me know if you'd like to write a thing.

I have sideblogs too! If I’ve followed you and Eden doesn’t make sense, I might have followed you with Corazón ( @belovedcorvid​ ) in mind. Or, if you’re interested in Eden’s more specific, affiliated O.ne Piece verse, follow me at @malpractising

| c a r r d | m e m e s | O P  v e r s e  | i n t e r e s t   t r a c k e r |

MUN: Rabbit

STATUS: Low Activity

ASK BOX: Open

ANON: On For Now

DISCO: ivoryrabbit ((please tell me who you are though!!))

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Mobile Rules Under the Cut

| speed and posting style |

Anyone who’s played with me before knows that I’m the slowest guy. It can take me weeks sometimes to reply to things depending on work and my health. However, if it’s been longer than that, feel free to nudge me a little just in case I missed something.

I tend to write multi-paragraph style, with small text but otherwise minimal formatting. I use icons sometimes, but not always. If you would prefer I use normal text size / no images / etc, let me know - I can accommodate these things. If there’s art of Eden in icons, I made it. Any commissions or work by other artists will be credited as such.

| playing nice |

I’m not even sure if it’s necessary to add any more, but of course: it’s not cool to godmod, control other people’s characters, kill each other without discussing combat first, badger people for speedy replies, etc. Please be a nice human. Not interested in talking with people that are racist, anti-LGBT, etc.

| tags and content warnings |

I will always, always, always tag triggers for you, especially if you list them in your rules page. If I miss one, or if you’d like me to tag something new, shoot me a message so I can add it to my tags! Violence and other NSFW content types will always be tagged an thrown under a cut. Eden’s character has a lot of violence and body horror themes, so if those aren’t for you tread carefully.

Triggers for me: Please tag all images of broken teeth with tw:teeth or something similar. I have just about every iteration blacklisted. Additionally, please tag all content involving a/b/o threads/art/etc and, for lack of a less loaded word, ‘x humanoid character has/gets/is ‘cursed’ with x animal traits/whatever now’ threads/etc as well. I have just about every iteration of both of these blacklisted (I think). Any general a/b/o tag will work just fine; for the latter, I suggest ‘animal traits tw’ or ‘zoomorphism tw’. If you post this that’s fine, but I might not be able to follow you.

Deeply personal reasons for me as an individual and as a professional / animal advocate - For clarity: hybrid or shapeshifter characters that actively deal with their hybridity and its consequences are not the same thing. I have a problem when humans put on animal characteristics like costumes for aesthetic purposes / kink / amusement / etc.

| shipping |

Writer and character are both of age, so shipping is fine as long as the other character and writer are of age as well. I will not write with underage muns at all, full stop.

If we’ve interacted and you ship a thing, whether it be romantic or platonic, you should let me know. I probably ship it too, but tend to second guess my reading of things like that.

| asks |

Asks are neat. I try to answer them all, but again : I’m a slow guy and Tumblr eats them sometimes. If I can’t come up with a good response for what you sent me, I’ll let you know so we can do something else instead.

If I answered an ask of yours and you’d like to respond / make it a thread, that’s awesome! I just ask that you put your reply in a new thread and @ me rather than reblogging the original ask.

| memes |

I have a complicated relationship with writing games. I love them in concept and love getting to send my friends things and answer questions / draw prompts / etc, but the havoc they bring to my notes can make it impossible for me to run a blog. Please don’t reblog memes from me if you don’t follow me, or if we don’t interact - makes it too easy to lose replies when notes are a mess.

#👁️‍🗨️ | a rabbit ran over my grave :: ooc | #pinned post #rules

[ao3feed-matchablossom]

Dream so You Can Die Happy

by Corundum_Creations How one man can rend tragedy to more lives than just his; a willful, cruel nature by one too ignorant to look within. Words: 1770, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Kyan Reki, Hasegawa Langa, Chinen Miya, Higa Hiromi | Shadow, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe's Family, Shindo Ainosuke | Adam Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe & Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Kyan Reki & Everyone Additional Tags: Everyone else is a mention, MatchaBlossom, Angst, Heavy Angst, finally using this tag: wrote this instead of sleeping, Injured Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, I'm so not over it still, hopefully S2 goes to the Olympics, and drops the pedo freak, no his trauma shouldn’t have happened but it’s NOT a go ahead for being a pedo!!!, adam critical, adam slander, Author Is An Adam Hater, One shit, One-Shot, Author thinks BOTH had a crush on adam, Kojiro is just a sweetheart that way source https://archiveofourown.org/works/55595227

#IFTT #fanfic #ao3feed #matcha blossom #matchablossom #ao3feed-matchablossom #sk8 the infinity #sk8 joe #sk8 cherry

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Sugar

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/unch9Yv by Ambrissa6294 Katsuki is in his third and final year at UA, and his life is going well. He has a loving boyfriend, great friends, and his hero career is taking off. He had mellowed out through the last two years and he had even planned a few years ahead with his lover. They would rent an apartment and work at the same agency, maybe after a year or two they would adopt a pet. However, those plans vanish when someone Katsuki called his friend decides he's had enough, and comes up with a convincing lie to tell the class. What happens when they all believe the lie and start to shun Katsuki? Even more, his lover leaves him for the friend that lied. Who will he meet? Who will stand by him? Words: 17803, Chapters: 11/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), League of Villains (My Hero Academia), UA staff - Character Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Eri & Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: older Izuku, Father-Daughter Relationship read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/unch9Yv

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

[ao3feed-undertale1]

Dreamsleep : The Chronicles of Harrow and Luka

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52370401 by unagidevi Rewritten to stick to the new storyline in hopes of fixing my old childhood fantasy. Dreamsleep was originally created when I was 10, having repurposed it in 2022, when I was 15-16. I hope to fix whatever was created back then, and to repurpose it into its better self. I hope this story finds good stories ahead- and to inspire you. This story follows two twins, Harrow and Luka– and the legend of Cerasus Vi Kiao– into the unknowing abyss of Dreamsleep as unknown happenings unfold. Creatures and Monsters stalk the land, some evil- some good. What will they find? What would they explore? Follow their travels through this small story to figure out the wonders of Dreamsleep. Words: 9330, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Dreamsleep Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game), Deltarune (Video Game), Original Work Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Sans (Undertale), Original Undertale Character(s), Original Characters, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Non-Binary Character, Original Female Character(s) of Color, Original Animal Character(s), Original Elf Character(s), Original Male Character(s) of Color, Original Demon Character(s), Original Werewolf Character(s), Werewolf Character(s), Nightmare Gang (Undertale), Dreamtale Nim (Undertale) Relationships: Sans/Sans (Undertale), Error sans/Cross sans - Relationship, Sans & Sans (Undertale), Sans & Original Undertale Character(s) Additional Tags: Dreamtale Nightmare Sans (Undertale), Dreamtale Sans | Dream (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Dreamtale (Undertale), Horrortale Sans (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Horrortale (Undertale), Dusttale Sans (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Dusttale (Undertale), Killer Sans (Undertale) - Freeform, Xtale Sans | Cross (Undertale), Error Sans (Undertale) - Freeform, _____tale Sans | Ink (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Underswap (Undertale), Underswap Sans (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fantasy, Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), Original Mythology read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52370401

#ao3feed #ao3undertalefeed #fanfic #undertale #undertale-fanfic

[ao3feed-hadesgame]

VIVID HERO(S)

by InstinctFan23

What happens if you accidentally send a group of strangers a chat invite and turns out they're just as much of an wild card as you are?

Words: 556, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Devil May Cry, Persona 5, Show By Rock!! (Anime), Show By Rock!! (Video Games), Hi-Fi RUSH (Video Game), ヒプノシスマイク | Hypnosis Mic (Albums), Hades (Video Game 2018)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Crow (Show By Rock!!), Chai (Hi-Fi RUSH), Persona 5 Protagonist, Amamiya Ren (Persona Series), Yamada Ichiro, Zagreus (Hades Video Game)

Relationships: Chai (Hi-Fi RUSH)/Crow (Show by Rock!!), Chai (Hi-Fi Rush) & Nero (Devil May Cry), background Kyrie/Nero (Devil May Cry)

Additional Tags: We're keeping KyNero canon you guys, Also; tsundere slowburn incoming, Everyone's post canon; so spoilers ahead, Adopted cybernetic siblings lesgooo!, Entire gang is just one chaotic BROTP (minus the ship), Yeeted into mature bc of DMC; Persona 5 and Hades stories, Mentioned DMC cast, Mentioned HFR cast, Mentioned P5 cast, Mentioned HypMic cast, Mentioned Hades cast, Mentioned Past Drug Abuse, Chatting & Messaging, Mentioned Near Death Experience, Mentioned family issues, Mentioned violence, Mentioned gore (Especially for DMC), Nero; Zag and Ichiro bonding over deadbeat dads

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47836720

#Hades (Game) #fanfic #ao3feed #Hades

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Gothams newest heroes.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/09R1YId

by Alizilith

Danny and Daniela Phantom, twin siblings both suffered a terrible loss. Weighed by guilt for losing their family and friends in the Nasty Burger explosion, they wanted to get away from it all, and so they flew and kept going until they couldn’t go any further, landing in a city known as Gotham, and Batman doesn’t like newcomers in his city.

Words: 8443, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, Batman: The Animated Series, Batman Beyond

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Danny Phantom - Character, Daniela Phantom, Batman, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth

Additional Tags: OC, Trauma, Adventure, Action, slice of life?, Alternate Universe, Danny has a twin sister, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mental Health Issues, Tragedy, Romance? Idk haven’t thought that far ahead, idk what else to put here

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/09R1YId

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

[wangxianficfinder]

I’m in the Mood for a Fic Where…

To sweeten the weekend ahead let's have some fic suggestions! ~Mod L

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1. I have a request for an “I’m in the mood for a fic” thing. Do you know any fics where lqr knew wwx before lwj? Like lqr and wwx are either best friends or lqr acts like he hates wwx's existence but actually enjoys his company and would rather die before he admits it.

Cartwheels In Cloud Recesses by ShanaStoryteller (not rated, 24k, wangxian, series in progress)

CSI: Gusu Edition series by Stratisphyre (M, 39k, wangxian, modern w/ magic) specifically the 2nd part of the series

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2. Hey! How are you? **I'm great, thank you very much, having a week off from work ^^ ~Mod L** For you next “I’m in the mood for a fic” thing do you know any fics where instead of wwx feeling like lwj is too good for him it's lwj who feels like wwx can never like someone like him! Lwj doesn't have self esteem issues Ir smth he is just so in love with wwx that he believes no one is good enough to be with him not even himself.

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3. Hey! Thank you for all the hard work you put into this blog! I have a request for an “I’m in the mood for a fic” thing. Do you know any fics where wwx is so overwhelmed when he finds out that lwj loves him that he runs away from him and lwj chases him?

Content Warning: Romance by Ariaste (M, 6k, wangxian, praise kink, post-canon) not quite what asked but super blushy wwx

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4. Hey! I have another request for an “I’m in the mood for a fic” thing. Do you know any fics where jc doesn't like lwj cause he feels like lwj stole his brother from him? Like he resents lwj and whenever wwx visits lotus pier, he tries to subtlety delay his departure for as long as he can?

💖Teen Project to Change the World animeloverhomura (Not rated, 566k, wangxian, watching the series, fix-it of sorts, bamf!wwx, WIP) JC is angry with LWJ for taking WWX from LP and him, throughout all the story.

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5. Hey! I have a couple requests for your “I’m in the mood for a fic” thing.

Do you know any fics where a) jin ling appreciates wwx's existence in his life so he tries to find excuses to go see wwx more often? b) lxc and wwx form a close bond after wangxian get together and lxc also starts becoming more protective over wwx when someone insults him.

5A)

Rotten Work by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 63k, wangxian, JL & WWX, post-canon)

before you stumble by ribena, unfortunately not available in AO3

5B)

Silenced by Tasharene (M, 62k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, non-con, whump, mind the tags!)

❤️The Beast of Gusu by Netrixie (M, 212k, wangxian, Mojo's post)

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6. Thank you so much for your amazing blog! Love it! Could you share some rec for funny/humor filled wangxian fic?

只羡鸳鸯不羡仙 by RoseThorne (T, 1k, wangxian, animal transformations, fluff & cracK)

Wangxian Tax Universe series by adrian_kres & RoseThorne (T, 6k, wangxian, getting together)

The Forehead Ribbon Proposal series by Clarissa_23 (T, 16k, wangxian, marriage proposal, misunderstandings)

meddling older brother by apollojupiter (G, 3k, wangxian, meddling, petty LWJ)

In Exchange by FlautistsandPeonies (M, 8k, wangxian, major character death (WWX), The Power of Yiling Laozu Sexy)

💖Sprout by EHyde (G, JL & LJY & LSZ, crack treated seriously, plant horror)

💖Important Distinctions by nagi_blue (T, 5k, bg relationships, fluff & crack)

The Best Time Was Sixteen Years Ago, The Second Best Time Is.. Not Now But It'll Work by Sweet_William (G, 1k, JC&WWX, wangxian, family feels)

Spicy Desires by Prince_kun (E, 5k, wangxian, post-canon, food porn, foreplay)

Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji being bros series by JiangChengLotus (T, 99k, wangxian, JC&LWJ, JC/LXC, chaos)

Chief Cultivator Yao by nirejseki (Not rated, 3k, sect politics, crack)

Meng Yao vs. the Board of the Homeowner’s Association by Ariaste (M, 114k, xiyao, wangxian)

❤️save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, and also lan wangji & jin zixuan, Mojo's post)

❤️in the arms of the angel by ScarlettStorm (E, 37k, wangxian, modern w/ magic)

Grandmaster of Demonic Party Games by Trickster_Angel (M, 50k, wangxian, modern, humor, horror, paranormal)

Grandmaster of Meme-onic Cultivation by Hades_the_Blingking (T, 63k, wangxian, chat fic, crack, memes)

The Sweetest Morsel to the Mouth That Ever Was Cooked in Hell by Silvarbelle (E, 14k, wangxian, sweet sweet revenge) which was inspired by this twitter thread by pakhnokh

and its tumblr version of it by pakhnokh

and chibi art by Akiyama204

💖Wangxian's Time-Travelling Shenanigans series by pupeez4eva (M, 18k, wangxian, love confessions, shameless PDA)

❤️live from new york series by varnes (E, 105k, wangxian, SNL au, Mojo's post)

An Accurate (Anachronic) Jianghu Christmas Carol by Mikkeneko (T, 7k, background wangxian, crack)

Grisly Ghouls From Every Tomb by JustAWanderingBabbit (ch 3 of the drabble collection, Important note: the author really, really wants somebody to do a cosplay or animated enactment of this)

The Great Chinese Cook-Off by aubreyli & cafecliche & etymologyplayground & mme_anxious (G, 20k, wangxian, WIP)

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7. hi, hi!! first, ur blog is so helpful and life saver !! so I don't how to use it really, and I alr sent an ask(?/question whatever request?) before but I don't how if it alr out **Your last ask can be found here ^^ ~Mod L**, but can u find me a fic of abo? long or not it will do, abo or just mpreg !!! thank u very much, have a nice day, sorry for trouble^!! @vdjjixian​

Many Lan babies series by luckymoonly (M, 388k, wangxian, so many babies one way or other)

It's only ever you, my love by Lanwangjisnights (M, 5k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, ABO, non-traditional)

The Wei Family series by Setari (T, 65k, wangxian, mpreg, canon rewrite)

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8. hi! for ‘in the mood for’ can i get some fics with lwj getting his ass eaten? he deserves it 

💖Reciprocate by la_dissonance (E, 19k, wangxian, established relationship, anxiety, rimming, switching, bottom lwj)

From the Bottom to the Top by Best Bepsy (BepsyGray) (E, 3k, wangxian, post-canon, rimming, bottom lwj)

Play for me. by PaperNights (E, <1k, wangxian, creampie, anal sex)

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9. Hi, I'm looking for fics sorta similar to Heaven Has No Rage by flipfloppandas and the thing with feathers by RoseThorne. Where something happens to Wei Wuxian and Madam Yu learns to care for him? 

An Almost Lan by shinigami2174 (M, 31k, wangxian, LQR/YZY, slow burn, angst w/ happy ending, good parent YZY&LQR, bad parent JFM, WIP)

Subplot of The Same Moon Shines series starting from And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, wangxian, qingxicheng, Mojo's post)

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10. For the next mood for, I'm in the mood for something similar to Stratisphyre's "they call it gumption," or if possible, anything that gives Wen Zhuliu a better fate than working for the Wens. I would appreciate any fics that you suggest. Thank you!

A Master Worth Following by madwriter223 (E, 18k, NHS/WZL, canon divergence, golden core melting)

💖Love made visible by Moominmammashandbag (M, 30k, wangxian, JYL/ZZL, hurt/comfort, major character injury, angst w/ happy ending, mind the tags)

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11. So I recently read Hyperprosexia and really enjoyed it so I was wondering if there were any other good Sentinel and Guide fics out there? Maybe someone could also rec a fic that would be good for someone who's just getting into that type of thing? 

The Abyss Also Gazes by Dei_Starr (DeiStarr) (M, 15k, wangxian, time travel, major character death, mind all the tags!, wip)

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12. heyyya mojo & mod L!! do you know any fics where jc misunderstands and gets angry because he thinks the lan clan is trying to make wwx the perfect lan spouse etc and stands up for him? jc & wy reconciliation is preferred 💗 

the only way out by cafecliche (T, 12k, wangxian, JC&WWX, JC&LWJ, post-canon)

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13. Hi! Lately I've been getting more and more into tea and the Gong Fu Cha way of brewing and serving tea. Perhaps it's a bit of a stretch, but I'm really in the mood for a fic with some tea drinking/serving moments as an important part of the story. @ifyourelostjustlookforme​

💖Revenge is a Side Dish Best Served With Tea by merakily (G, 7k, wangxian, petty lwj, fluff & humor)

💖As You Like It by cosmicmilktea (T, 8k, wangxian, food as a metaphor for love, tea)

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14. Hi! For your next in the mood forpost, I was wondering if you knew of any fics where lwj gives wwx his forehead ribbon early on in canon, in particular, before he falls into the burial mounds? Thanks so much for all you do!!! 

Bound by Ribbon and Fate series by Leahelisabeth (fortheloveofcamelot) (T, 22k, wangxian, love confessions, gusu lan forehead ribbon, canon divergence)

Magical Marriage Ribbons series by starandrea (M, 729k, wangxian, ongoing, animal transformations, weddings)

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15. Hello! I was wondering if you had any recommendations for a story about Wei Wuxian disguising/acting as Mo Xuanyu (like a deep cover kind of thing)? Sort of in a similar vein to "By any other name" and "Concubine Mo Chronicles" where the main point is that no one knows he is wwx that shouldnt. (I hope this makes sense) 😊 @ruinatlantis​

Shifting Suspicion by scifigeek14 (T, 3k, wangxian, making out, getting together)

A Prince Amongst Peonies by sweethoneypetal (E, 14k, wangxian, drama, slow burn, intrigue, politics, Imperial China (era not specified); traveler Wei Ying is conscripted by courtier Nie Huaisang to impersonate the deceased Third Prince Mo Xuanyu, WIP)

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16. Hi!  I was wondering if there were any fics out there where Lan Qiren gets drunk in the typical Lan way?  Hopefully hilarity ensues but if he's just even MORE grumpy that's okay too.  Thanks! @goodwife-two-shoes

a constant satellite of your blazing sun (i obey your law of gravity) by Ariaste (M, 26k, wangxian, LXC/JGY, slice of life, marijuana, 8th in series)

Spilled Pearls by nirejseki (T, 88k, LQR/WRH, sect leader nie / WRH, slow burn, angst w/ happy ending)

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17. Hello hello, A very late ♡ Happy Valentines  ♡ !! Hope all of you had a wonderful February. I wanted to ask a) Independent Wwx where he doesn't go to Gusu with Lwj ever and instead has his own thing to do. b) A fic where Lwj's pride is shattered ig, because he always acts like he's so noble.

17A)

💖returning to the old homestead by cosmicfuss (M, 30k, wangxian, WWX/others, canon divergence, post-canon, self-discovery)

Beyond the Blue Sky by Lyna_Mei (E, 39k, wangxian, WWX/others, post-canon, angst, self-esteem issues, WIP)

💖blossoms at the roadside by bleuett (T, 13k, wangxian, different first meetings, getting together, gardens & gardening)

focal, filler, and line by bosbie (T, 26k, wangxian, canon divergence, flower shop, falling in love, slice of life)

17B)

Like Bunnies by MissCellophane (E, 4k, wangxian, modern, topping from the bottom, LWJ gets stuck in a bunny hutch)

All that is solid melts into air by huxiyi (T, 18k, wangxian, breaking up & making up, angst w/ happy ending, commoner uprising brings down the Great Sects, art by @yin_yoru in ch4)

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18. Hello (≧∀≦)ゞ I was wondering if there were a) any single parent Wwx with multiple kids fic like he's a full time parent thing  , and also b) Fics where ppl are envious of Wwx's power, beauty, wit, etc. I want a fic where ppl are just jealous of how fabulous wwx is.Thank you !! @junkiehoe

18A)

Seen and not heard by eatmyass (E, 51k, wangxian, no war au, strangers to lovers)

18B)

💖Teen Project to Change the World animeloverhomura (Not rated, 566k, wangxian, watching the series, fix-it of sorts, bamf!wwx, WIP)

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19. Hello! I just read Wearing Down Every Bone from another request you posted, and it's got me in the mood for more Groundhog Day-style fics. Could you please ask your many minions to suggest all the time-loop fics they can find? Thank you! @ladysalieri​

💖the cycle of regret by KouriArashi (T, 14k, wangxian, time loop, fix-it, angst w/ happy ending)

see you yesterday by glyphic (M, 138k, wangxian, WIP)

💖Let’s try this again by ilip13 (G, 22k, wangxian, post-canon, getting together)

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20. Hi! Thank you so much for all the work you put into this blog! For the next 'I'm in the Mood for a Fic...' do you know of any fic where the drink that WWX drinks on behalf of LWJ is spiked with something?

💖After Truth Lies the Honest Path by Vrishchika (M, 10k, wangxian, canon divergence, truth serum, WIP)

At the bottom of the bottle, you're the poison in the wine by KatAnni (T, 11k, wangxian, fix-it of sorts, angst, poisoning)

💖every breath that comes before by tardigradeschool (T, 10k, wangxian, poison, golden core reveal, angst w/ happy ending)

Blackouts by GravityWinsAgain (M, 11k, wangxian, Mojo's post)

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Fanfic Writer Asks

I was tagged by @asarcasticwitch - thank you so much!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

737, which is an ugly number :(

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,890,054 words, which ... AH I might actually get to 2mil by the end of the year!

3) How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

thank you, ao3 dashboard for this handy list:

Teen Wolf (TV) (377)

X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies) (187)

Marvel Cinematic Universe (93)

Glee (29)

Young Justice (Cartoon) (11)

Kingsman (Movies) (9)

Original Work (9)

The Avengers (Marvel Movies) (8)

Criminal Minds (US TV) (7)

Thor (Movies) (6)

Deadpool (Movieverse) (5)

Weird City (TV) (5)

X-Men (Original Timeline Movies) (4)

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) (4)

Ragnarok (TV 2020) (4)

Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) (3)

Teen Wolf (TV) RPF (3)

Iron Man (Movies) (3)

The House in the Cerulean Sea - T. J. Klune (2)

Venom (Marvel Movies) (1)

Stranger Things (TV 2016) (1)

Captain America (Movies) (1)

Fate: The Winx Saga (TV) (1)

Power Rangers Ninja Storm (1)

X-Men - All Media Types (1)

Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan (1)

Riverdale (TV 2017) (1)

X-Men Evolution (1)

Push (2009) (1)

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

With You, I Belong

Mates and Marriage Proposals

The Perceptions of You and I

(baby) maybe that matters more

Breathing You In

5) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

ughh so, fair warning, I have a lot of works. I definitely do not remember all of them, however I do have four works tagged as Unhappy Ending and then another nine works tagged Ambiguous/Open Ending, which is way more than I’d thought I had! 

however, there is one fic that stands out in mind when I think about which of my works has the angstiest ending! Heed the tags :)

And Now?

Teen And Up Audiences | Major Character Death | M/M | Teen Wolf (TV) | Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski | Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski | Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Canonical Character Death, Peter Hale Dies, Unhappy Ending

Stiles Stilinski finds out who his soul mates are by setting one on fire.

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

ughhhhhhhh I truly do not know??? 

7) Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t write many crossovers at all! I have some mcu/teen wolf cross overs, I have a teen wolf/glee cross over plotted (that i’ll probably never write), but my strangest is probably this teen wolf/x-men cross over!

what-ifs (don’t fuckin’ matter to no one)

Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | M/M | X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)Teen Wolf (TV) | Logan (X-Men)/Sheriff Stilinski | Logan (X-Men), Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski | Memory Loss, Telepathy, Mentions of War, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Child Neglect, Grief/Mourning, Telepath Stiles Stilinski, Telekinetic Stiles Stilinski, Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling

There’s somethin’ there. Somethin’ that has him sleeping curled up on his side with a pillow tucked to his chest, somethin’ that has him splittin’ up his food ‘fore he eats ‘cause he don’t need as much as a baseline. Has him turnin’ to tell someone shit that ain’t there. There’s just...there’s just somethin’ there that’s missin’ and it shouldn’t be missin’.

8) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

sometimes! I don’t write a lot of smut because I actively dislike writing it, but the smut I do write is super super soft and sappy and full of emotions lol

9) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to almost all of my comments! comments i won’t respond to: negative comments, unsolicited criticism, comments that aren’t relevant to the fic itself, comments simply asking for more 

I love love love responding to comments! I love every single comment that I get and I want to show how much I appreciate getting them, and personally I think responding to comments is the only way to do that! everyone has different comment philosophies, but for me, if someone is taking the time to comment on my fic like I so badly want them to, I think it’s important to respond to show my appreciation! 

10) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

aha YEAH I DO. this past weekend I actually got a number of shitty comments and had to file two ao3 abuse reports for harrasment (: I love it

I am no stranger to hate comments. I write copious amounts of age difference fic. I write copious amounts of incest. I am not going to apologize nor am I going to feel bad for enjoying either.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

ughhh I sure as heck hope not! 

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I have a number of them :) I always always do my best to make sure it’s linked to the original fic, AND that I add a tag noting that there’s a translation!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have made a few attempts! the only successful attempt is there's nothing i wouldn't do to make you feel my love which is a collaboration with @flightinflame, not quite a co-write!

14) What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I am unable to answer this lol I don’t have an all-time favourite. mutli-shipping forever.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

god okay this is such a good question! imma ramble about a few so bear with me here! (i may have 700 posted works but I also have a few hundreds wips & ideas floating around in my gdrive, too)

gone & past - this is a starrish wip i’d started in 2017. I ended up deleting it from ao3 to rewrite it and never got there, but I have about 20k of content! I built my home, inside of you - thorki human au with college jock thor and high school dancer loki. i’ve got a start and nothing else Sheriff Stilinski Gets Some Sweet Sweet Lovin’ - massive wip where... well, the sheriff fucks his way through the entire pack. I want to write it but. trans allison au - this is an au where allison is trans and that changes the entire season 1 canon. it features stallison, petopher, and a looooooong ass outline that will never exist beyond my wips You Fill My Heart (With Such a Gentle Love) - this is a stetopher a/b/o au with pregnant omega stiles and alpha pair petopher falling in love. it started as a labour of love to someone I no longer have in my life. I have about 30k, a full outline, but idk. makes me sad to think about it they slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered - this is my big x-men first class rewrite that I honestly don’t think i’ll ever finish. I have a few thousand words, a full outline, but no love lost for cherik so. doubtful Physiotherapy (I'll Be Your Baby) - this was a fic I was SO excited about, and then it kinda flopped and stayed a wip because I didn’t have a plan or the motivation to finish it. it’s a winterspider human au with amputee bucky and science twink peter that I adore the premise of but who knows breathing you in chapter 2 - I have a massive second chapter planned for this fic but the first did so good so fast I am way too intimidated to write more in case everyone hates it lmao

there are more arjgoirjeg there are so many more but these are the bigger ones I can think of right now!

16) What are your writing strengths?

ughhhhh I hate answering this because I have, like, seriously bad imposter syndrome around my writing BUT I do think i’m able to weave poignant backstory into narration & i write strong, distinctive narrative voices!

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

literally I can’t write settings at all. I don’t know how people vividly describe settings but I absolutely cannot do that and it’s one of the reasons I haven’t delved into original fiction. I need to write the town my characters live in?? fuck that imma just use a location we’ve seen on screen & let readers fill in the blanks lmao

I am also shit at long fic. I don’t have the mind for long and interesting plots, and I don’t have the focus to write long fic (which is why every long fic i’ve ever posted has taken me literal years to complete smh).

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I like it! both as a reader and as a writer. as a writer, I generally only use a few words, or small sentences that can be understood by context, and I generally don’t 

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

the last thing I wrote and posted was this one:

Languish

Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | M/M | X-Men (Original Timeline Movies) | John Allerdyce/Bobby Drake | Bobby Drake, John Allerdyce, X-Men (Team) | Not Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Established Relationship, Summer, Teasing, Fluff

It was a really, really hot Saturday, and most of the school was outback, enjoying the sun, not caring about the heat, and having the time of their life.

Everyone but Bobby, of course, who was melting away.

“I just want to remind everyone that I make ice. I am the Ice Man. I am not built for the heat and soon enough I’m going to melt away into nothing.”

20) What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

this is another impossible question! I have a few I really enjoy, but I really don’t think I have a favourite that stands out above the rest!

i’m tagging: @4magicandmayhem @insertmeaningfulusername @midrashic @wynnefic @ikeracity @stronglyobsessed @elledelajoie @wolfnprey​ & anyone else who sees it and wants to do it! seriously! go ahead :)

blank questions below the read more!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

3) How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

7) Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

8) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

9) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

10) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14) What’s your all-time favorite ship?

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

16) What are your writing strengths?

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

20) What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

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[emma-nation]

The Devil In I - Bela x OC (Resident Evil Village AU) - Chapter 7

“Step inside, see the Devil in I”

Summary: Aleena Novak is a 19 years old orphan who desired more than living in a village in the middle of nowhere. A talented artist with a big future ahead, she gets the scholarship of her dreams in United States. But everything changes when her twin brother, Auryk, steals an important artifact from Castle Dimitrescu.

In this adventure, Aleena will find way more than she expected.

“You’ll realize I’m not your Devil anymore”

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x f!OC

Genre: Between T and M (Trigger warning for violence, blood, abuse and eventual smut)

Tag List: @nydeiri

Notes: Thank you for all the reviews, follows and likes! It means a lot to me.

Trigger Warning: Language, abuse, blood and violence.

Castle Dimitrescu, Guest Room - Present Days

Two days had passed and I was still trying to process what was happening. How could my life change so drastically again? I could no longer count on my twin brother, who I considered to be my best friend, the person I trusted the most in the entire world. I was filled by the same emptiness, the same sorrow I felt when my mother died. My life was in the palm of his hands and he was letting me go.

"Relax your shoulders, love," Bela whispered softly in my ear. "You're so tense."

Bela was the only person who still made me smile in the middle of all that chaos. She was helping me to find any clues in the diaries, about Miranda and about Auryk too. But for that, we had to work really fast.

We were sneaking back in the village everyday, it wasn't safe to bring those notes to the castle where Bela's mother and sisters could easily find. I prayed the weather wouldn't change and temperatures remained high. In another case, we wouldn't be able to go to my house again and my time with Lady Dimitrescu was running out.

Meanwhile, we were also working on overcoming my intimacy issues. Being intimate without having sex yet. First, we undressed each other completely. I had to know her body and allow her to know mine. I looked at the perfection of Bela's features for a second, before I was invaded by a mix of embarrassment and discomfort. It was the first time I was seeing a woman, completely naked, in front of me.

When I looked at her again, she was gazing at my body like if she was admiring a masterpiece in an art exhibit. At first, I was shy. I blushed and crossed my arms, as if I had any reasons to hide myself. Bela smiled. In that moment I knew she was appreciating me and that made me feel better.

"You're gorgeous, aren't you?" Bela lifted up my chin, forcing me to look at her, to see it in her eyes she was being truthful on her words.

"No more than you," I gathered some courage to move forward and extend my hand, touching a little bit of her soft skin, her arms, her chest, her stomach... then I stopped.

"This is okay," she assured me. But she understood that, in that moment, it was enough for me.

We both entered the bathtub, where I positioned myself in front of Bela and allowed her to take care of me. She gently rubbed my body with a sponge, starting by my back. Then, she moved to my front, rubbing my breasts, my stomach, my tights. Though we were in silence, she seemed to understand my limits, my barriers. Noticing how stressed I looked, she decided to give me a massage. I relaxed my shoulders as she told, focusing myself completely on our moment together.

"It's my turn," I told her. "Let me take care of you?"

Bela nodded and switched positions with me. I offered her the same treatment she gave me, but I wasn't so confident, so precise. My shaking hands would often betray me and I was unsure if I was being too gentle or too rough. Yet, she seemed to be enjoying it. I gave a special attention on washing her hair, it was so beautiful, so soft. The way it barely grew on the spot around her scar was a sin. I hated Miranda even more for that.

She rested her head against my chest as I continued to massage her scalp.

"Does it hurt?" I softly traced her scar with my finger.

"It stings sometimes," she sighed.

"I'm sorry."

"Does it hurt?" Bela repeated my gesture, tracing the scar on my forearm.

"No," she never asked, yet I felt I should tell her how it happened. "Adrian told me he found me in the basement cutting myself, right after my mom died. But I don't remember."

"Trauma can block some painful memories."

I knew that very well. I realized how little I remembered the days after my mother's death. My last memory was seeing her mangled body being carried inside our house. Nothing else. I didn't remember her burial or if I managed to say goodbye. I couldn't remember if we had people visiting us or if I was alone with my father. Everything about those terrible days was a blur.

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Castle Dimitrescu, Office - Present Days

When Lady Dimitrescu called her daughters for a private meeting that morning, Bela couldn't help feeling anxious and scared. Her mother was usually a woman of her word, but when it came to her reputation with Mother Miranda, she'd become completely blind by rage. Alcina really believed her when she suggested Aleena's brother could be responsible for stealing the Lords and also for the attack to the castle, even when the evidences pointed to the opposite.

"I told you so," while they waited outside, Cassandra was smirking deviously. She was determined to do anything to annoy Bela right in the morning. "It won't well for you. Our mother can't betray Mother Miranda and the other Lords because you've fallen in love with a stupid human girl."

"Shut up," Bela decided she wouldn't give in to her provocations. It was Cassandra's favorite manner to extract information from her. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Do you think we're stupid?" Still, her sister wouldn't stop. "Everyone, except for our mother, has noticed already. Me, Daniela, even Mrs. Volkov. Tell me, Bela. Will you keep pretending when we serve her on a silver plate tonight?"

Bela advanced in her sister's direction. Cassandra quickly dissolved into flies, she did the same. The corridor was a mess of flying insects and buzzing for a few minutes, before they had to shape back into their bodies. Now, she'd finally have the chance to inflict her sister some pain. She pinned Cassandra against the wall.

"Stop, you two," Daniela tried to intervene. "What the hell are you doing?"

Cassandra tried to throw a punch, but Bela was a little faster on her reflects, she grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm.

"What's your problem, Cassandra?" Bela angered. "You can't stand the idea she wasn't one of your trophy maidens, isn't it? Just leave me alone. Leave her alone too."

In that moment, they heard the door opening. Lady Dimitrescu appeared in the corridor, with an ugly snarl on her face.

"What the hell is going on here?" She yelled. "I thought I had daughters, but then I come here and you two are fighting like animals."

Daniela sighed relieved. This time, she wasn't included.

"I'm sorry, mother," Cassandra straightened her dress. "It's Bela who's being a bitch."

"You started it," Bela tried to grab her hair, but she deflected. "You're insulting me from the moment I arrived."

"The three of you! In my office, now!"

Bela couldn't feel guilty this time. Something inside her had changed. She didn't care if her mother was disappointed at her behavior, absolutely no one would touch Aleena. Especially Cassandra.

"It's all about that girl, mother," the middle sister proceeded to tell Alcina. "Bela is in love with her. They've been making out around the castle all the time."

"And this is none of your goddamn business!"

"It is, when your actions are putting us all in danger! Her brother..."

"Stop!" Lady Dimitrescu shouted, making they both go silent. "Is it going to be like this anytime a new woman steps inside this castle?"

No. Not for Bela. She didn't care about other women. Cassandra could have them if she wanted, as long as she stayed away from her girlfriend.

"I agree," Cassandra continued. "It has to end. I vote that we drain her tonight."

"CASSANDRA!" Alcina punched the desk, making her stop instantly. "I didn't call you here to talk about this girl."

A part of Bela was relieved, but she when her eyes crossed with her mother's, the feeling of anxiety started growing inside her. Now she knew about her relationship with Aleena. And her sisters too. She couldn't predict how they'd react.

"I'm going to another meeting with Mother Miranda tonight. I expect to find this castle intact when I return. If I discover my daughters are fighting in my absence, I'll be truly disappointed."

"Yes, mother," Daniela said. "No one is going to fight anymore. Right?"

Cassandra rolled her eyes at the youngest sister. Bela only gave her an annoyed look.

So that was the reason of their visit to Lady Dimitrescu's office. For now, Aleena was safe. They still had a few days to gather information about Mother Miranda and whatever she was planning. Bela was about to leave after her sisters when her mother called her back. She froze.

"Bela, you stay. We need to talk."

"Yes, mother?" She sat in front of her mother again.

"What were you and Cassandra fighting about?"

"I-I... uh, it's true. I'm in love with Aleena."

Bela decided it was time to stop lying. After all her mother was the person she trusted the most in this world, besides Aleena. Lady Dimitrescu stared at her face emotionless. Bela couldn't figure out what she could be thinking. She looked down, avoiding her mother's intense gaze.

"It's different this time," she explained. Although Alcina never bothered when they got involved with women, she hated the mess it usually caused. Sometimes Cassandra would slaughter her partners in her bedroom or some other place too hard to be cleaned. Daniela fell in love too easily, always having her heart broken when she discovered the subject of her affection was only using her to escape the castle and the fate every servant usually had. In this process, a lot of other things would break too. Such as the castle's furniture and the servant's bones. "I'm doing things right. I even asked her to be my girlfriend."

Bela wouldn't get involved with women so often as her sisters, but when she did, it surely never ended well. They'd become disappointed when they found out she didn't reciprocate their feelings. There would be a lot of arguing, tears and some of them would even dare to call her mother for a talk. In the end, they always died anyways.

She had never been in love before. Until now.

"Girlfriend?!" Lady Dimitrescu eyes widened in surprise and she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. Bela finally knew what what her mother should be thinking about. The woman she once loved. "Oh Bela..."

"She makes me happy, mother. Like I've never been before."

"And this is exactly what concerns me, daughter. You know how it ends."

"It doesn't have to end that way. I'm controlling my instincts very well and..."

"But she's human and young. She's going to study abroad, meet new people who are just like her. Then, she'll forget you ever existed."

That was the one thing Bela had accepted since the moment she decided to kiss Aleena. Soon, they'd be saying goodbye and there would be nothing left for her, only the memories. Yet, it was worthy. Every moment by Aleena's side was precious.

"I know that," she assured Lady Dimitrescu. "Mother, the only thing I want is your word you're letting her go by the end of this week. Whatever her brother did, Aleena's innocent."

"Okay, daughter," her mother's hand touched hers. The corners of her mouth curled up in a small smile. "I promise you. As long as you promise me you and Cassandra will stop fighting."

"Okay, I'll ignore her provocations. I promise."

"You know your sister, Bela. Cassandra is very attached to our family. She's only jealous most of your attention is being dedicated to Aleena."

"Yeah, I know."

Bela held her mother's hand and smiled back at her.

"Girlfriend..." she was still muttering to herself and shaking her head in denial as Bela stood up and started to walk away. "Well, I suppose there were worse options."

As she opened the office's door, ready to leave, Alcina spoke:

"Bela, take care."

"I will."

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Castle Dimitrescu, Guest Room - Present Days

I asked my breakfast to be served in my room. Going to the dining room all by myself was pointless, as Bela and her sisters were reunited with their mother in her office. I wondered what they could be discussing. Was it about me or Auryk?

Anyways, our time was running out. I only had until the end of the week to prove my brother's innocence and expose Miranda's betrayal against the Four Lords. There was only one problem, if Auryk wasn't stealing from the Lords, he wasn't involved in something good either. The manner he spoke to me on the phone, it seemed dangerous and secretive.

And there was Bela. Everytime I remembered the page I ripped off from those diaries I'd feel my chest tightening a little bit. I wouldn't let my brother, and whoever he was working for, lay a finger on her. From the moment I arrived, she was nothing but sweet to me. She always did everything to protect me and I was willing to do the same.

Mrs. Volkov entered the room, bringing a tray of food. She locked the door behind her.

"Ms. Novak, I'd like to speak to you in private for a moment," she asked.

I nodded in agreement.

"I couldn't help noticing Ms. Bela coming and leaving this room very often lately."

"Yes," now I could understand why Cassandra was always threatening the staff with her knifes. Even if Mrs. Volkov was trying to protect me, what I did inside my room was none of her business. I feared she'd tell Alcina. "We're working on a personal issue of mine. And I'd appreciate if this information stays between us only."

"My mouth is shut, Ms. Novak. I only beg you to be careful, I've seen many girls like you going missing or being dragged to the dungeons after getting involved with the mistress' daughters."

Of course she had to remind me of the fact my girlfriend probably has had enough partners to fill both sides of a book page.

"Thank you for your concern."

And of course she had to run right into 'Ms. Bela' as she opened the door to leave.

"Mrs. Volkov," she greeted, polite as she always was. Sometimes I wondered if Bela was so well mannered even when she was killing her victims. "Is there anything wrong?"

"Everything's fine, Ms. Bela. I was only serving Ms. Novak her breakfast."

"Thank you. I suppose we're good for now. I call you if we need anything else."

Bela shut the door, immediately forcing the woman to go away. I asked her to lock it, just in case.

"Good morning, love," she sat by my side at the table and pressed a kiss on my cheek. "I hope you saved me some because I'm starving."

"Hey, didn't you just have breakfast with your mom?"

"Not actually, I refused it. I was waiting to have breakfast with you, like we do every morning."

She smiled, causing butterflies in my stomach.

"Aren't you sweet?" I was kinda expecting her to come. I even asked Mrs. Volkov for an extra cup and plate. I passed it to Bela. "I was hoping you'd come."

I retributed her kiss.

"So, what are doing today?" She wanted to know. "Are we coming back to your house? Or would you like to do something different?"

"I wish, but we have to finish reading the diaries. I only have a few days left before your mom decides what she wants to do to me."

"I spoke to her. She's letting you go by the end of the week."

"Is she?" I asked, to be sure.

Bela nodded in response.

I should be happy with the information, Lady Dimitrescu wasn't going to kill me after all. But I wasn't. I was expecting her to protest and keep me as a prisoner for weeks, months, maybe years as it seemed Auryk wasn't coming back. I wanted to be stuck in that castle for the rest of my life, as long as I had Bela by my side.

"She has a meeting with Mother Miranda tonight," she added. "She usually doesn't come back until the morning. We should do something special."

"Like what?"

"Like a date?"

The concept of having a date was a little bit difficult when you lived in a village that wasn't even in the maps Your options were very limited: going to the nearest town, going to the pub or do something at home. The first two options could not end well as we'd be going too far from the castle or if any villagers recognized Bela.

We could stay in my house and order some food, there was this restaurant in town that would deliver even in that hellhole of a place. We could also watch movies and make out on the couch.

Maybe more. I was desperate for more. Especially now I knew we'd be separated soon. I wanted to enjoy every second of your moments together. Yet, I was insecure. I couldn't help thinking of Mrs. Volkov comment regarding Bela's level of experience.

"I think I have something in mind," I grabbed Bela's hand. "Ready?"

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's House - Present Days

We rod to the village as were doing every day. I was always concerned some other villager could see me and recognize me. At this point, everybody should know about what happened to me. They'd instantly connect the dots if they saw Bela. When we arrived to my house again, I was relieved. Almost. Until I saw the front door had been forced open.

"Oh fuck," I quickly took my daggers before taking another step into the house. "Somebody broke into my house. They may still be in there."

Bela took some kind of blade from her boots too.

"What? I have my tricks too, love." She asked, noticing I was surprised. "Cassandra isn't the only good hunter."

We carefully opened the door. Before I could even do anything, Bela grabbed me and covered my mouth. Her senses were probably detecting something nearby.

"Shhhh," she pointed to her ears. "I can hear something... in the basement."

"But not all of us are vampires," I muttered. When I noticed, Bela had already vanished, turning into flies. I followed her to the basement, after grabbing a rifle. Before I even got there, I already heard a male voice screaming.

"What the fuck?! What are you freaks even doing here?!"

I recognized it before I could even see the figure. But I waited until I was downstairs to confront him.

"Heisenberg. I could ask you the same," I spoke, pointing the rifle at him even if I knew it was useless. "What are you doing here?"

"You," he turned around from the hidden cabinet where the weapons were stored. "Weren't you trapped at Lady Super Sized Bitch's castle?"

"Have some respect talking about my mother," Bela shaped back into her body. "Not that she has any talking about you. So I guess you both are even."

"Oh great, and you brought one of the daughters with you. At least it's the decent one."

"Are you going to explain what you're doing in my house?" I angered. There was a good reason of why that man was there again. Coincidentally when he had a meeting with Miranda later that day. "Let me guess. You're searching for something to take to the Highest Bitch In Charge tonight. Am I right?"

"Wait, wait..." Heisenberg showed his hand as a sign of truce. I lowered the rifle. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Are you searching for something to take to Mother Miranda in the meeting tonight? Because many things are going missing, under mysterious circumstances that are strangely connected to her."

"Do you think Mother Miranda is the one stealing from the Lords?"

I told him about my conversation with Auryk and his suspicions about Miranda's involvement in the situation.

"I knew it!" Heisenberg kicked away an old wooden chair, shattering it to pieces. I shot Bela a confused glance but she also had no idea of what was going on. "I fucking knew it! She's been plotting against us. I always warned my siblings this day would come but they never believed me."

"We're searching for evidence against her," I explained. "To find out what's her plan. Do you have any ideas?"

"Are you sure you can trust her?" He pointed at Bela. "Her mother is the one who kisses Miranda's ass the most. After Moreau, of course."

"Absolutely," I told. "Bela's with me on the matter."

"Sit down, the two of you, and I'll tell you what I know."

We sat on the armchairs we had down the basement. Heisenberg pulled a bottle of whiskey from one of Adrian's secret hideouts. He was about to take a sip directly from the bottle, but I made him serve all of us. Something told me I'd need alcohol to deal with that conversation.

"All these years serving her and we're only her tests subjects, girl. We were all declared a failure upon bitch Miranda's eyes. Me, Lady Super Sized Bitch, the Moronic Freak, the Ugly-Ass Psycho Doll and even this..." Bela scowled at him, letting him know she wouldn't appreciate any offensive nicknames he could have for her, "this girl and her sisters. We're trapped in this village, being forced to decades of humiliation and servitude."

"Are you telling me you don't worship Miranda like your siblings and the villagers?" I tried to understand.

"No!" Heisenberg shouted. "Can't you see? She has taken everything from me. My humanity, my dignity! And now she has found the perfect vessel for her experiments, she's planning to get rid of us."

I drank the entire cup of whiskey in one sip. I looked at Bela, I could see that deep down she shared the same feelings for Miranda as Heisenberg. She tried to follow me, but judging by her face, she wasn't used to that kind of drink.

"I know what it feels like," she took off her helmet, showing the scar on her head and also the tattoo. "I also hate how she treats my mother and she's always too blind to see it. Whenever she returns from a meeting, I can read it on her face. She's disappointed at herself. She's miserable. She's always feeling she isn't enough for Mother Miranda's purposes."

"Fuck! This is what I'm talking about! Look what she's done to you. Don't you think it's time we end this?"

"Okay," I interrupted their moment of mutual pain. "She really fucked up with you guys, so we need to find a manner to stop whatever she's planning."

"Your father," Heisenberg pointed to me. "That bastard also shared my feelings of revenge and hate against that bitch, but for some reason he never accepted to join forces. I knew he had some diaries that contained some important information, do you happen to know where they are?"

Before I could answer, Bela stepped in and spoke for me.

"This is what we've been searching for," she lied. She looked at me, giving me a signal we shouldn't trust Heisenberg completely yet. "Apparently, Aleena's brother has taken it with him."

"And where's the little criminal?"

"I don't know," I said. "Last time we spoke he was acting shady as fuck. Whatever he's involved with, it's not good."

"Hmmm, drugs probably."

"No! I'm pretty sure my brother isn't... what's a vessel, by the way? You said Miranda has found a perfect one for her experiments."

"A person who can achieve a perfect mutation," it was Bela who answered my question. "One without any flaws, any side effects. Unlike me, the Lords or any person that has turned into a Lycan."

"Exactly," Heisenberg added. "One with a body that will be able to revive her daughter."

"What the fuck..." I always knew Miranda was crazy, but not at that point. All those years, she had been misleading the villagers, the Lords only for her personal uses. "And who's this person? Where are they?"

"I don't know, kid. This is what I'm trying to find. If I destroy the vessel, there will be no ritual. And with the right proof in hands I can lead a rebellion against Miranda."

"You can count on me," I extended my hand to Heisenberg. "If I discover anything, I let you know."

"Smart girl," he shook my hand. "You'll have my full support if you need to escape that demonic castle."

"She doesn't!" Bela angered. "Mother is letting her go."

"Okay. If you need anything else then..." Heisenberg shrugged. Then he looked at Bela. "What about you, little Dimitrescu girl? Can we count on you?"

"Of course," she also extended her hand. "But you can't comment a word about this meeting with my mother tonight. She trusts Miranda above anything, she's going to blow up our plans."

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's Bedroom - Present Days

While Aleena was taking a shower, Bela caught herself reading the diaries they found. Such a skilled predator should be proud of her achievements. The reports about her family were gruesome, terrifying, tragic. They were called many things, 'witches', 'monsters', 'abominations'...

"Psychotic bitches," definitely the most creative, a name given by Adrian Novak. Bela never had a personal encounter with Aleena's father, but she had definitely heard nasty stories about him, through Lady Dimitrescu and through Aleena herself. She thought of an appropriate nickname for him too and smirked. "Stupid manthing."

She closed the diary and walked to the mirror. Aleena told her to wear one of her clothes. She looked like a normal girl, one of Aleena's age, maybe two or three years older.

If it wasn't for that scar. That damn scar. When she woke up after the transformation, one of the first things she did was asking her mother how she had gotten it. Was it the reason she died? Later, she found out it was the reason why she was still alive. Something had been implanted in her brain, to transform her into... that. What about that tattoo? Young people had tattoos everywhere but certainly not on their foreheads. She was marked as one of the Dimitrescu daughters. Wherever she went, people would recognize her by that. Especially in the village. Countless times she and her sisters had caused panic among those people.

This was why Aleena couldn't take her out for a date. She couldn't take her to the pub, to meet her friends and do other things couples usually did. Bela clenched her fists in rage and frustration.

"Hey," Aleena left the bathroom, wrapped around a towel. "Sorry for taking so long. You look amazing, by the way."

Before heading to her wardrobe, she passed through Bela and planted a small kiss on her lips. She could live like that forever.

In fact, if the weather suddenly changed and the temperature dropped by the next day, she'd be stuck with Aleena in that house for days, months or even years. She could cook and clean the house while she was out for work. She could even find a manner to earn some money herself. She could be an artist and sell paintings. Or maybe a writer, she was a good one. Maybe she even had money already, after all she was the Countess' eldest daughter.

The idea excited Bela a lot... until she looked at Aleena's desk. If she was stuck in that house with her, she'd be giving up on her dreams of living in California and study in that Art Institute. And Aleena deserved that. More than any person she ever met.

It wouldn't last and she knew it. She always knew it.

"Selfish psychotic bitch," she muttered to herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's Living Room - Present Days

I couldn't take my mind off my conversation with Heisenberg. I didn't even know how I was supposed to feel. I already hated Miranda before, but now I got the confirmation of the things Bela told me. She was nothing more than an experiment gone wrong and that woman was about to get rid of her and the others. I also thought about Alcina and Donna, who had no idea of what she was planning and trusted her blindly.

I also wondered, who was her perfect vessel? Was it someone from the village? Was it someone she had kidnapped? A million questions were going through my mind.

As soon as I finished getting dressed, Bela had sunk into one of her bad moods, where she became quiet and introspective, after acting normal all day. I already knew her enough to know something happened while I was in the shower and it was consuming her inside. Because as her own mother described, Bela felt everything very intensely.

"Would you like to go back to the castle?" We were in the living room, waiting for our dinner to be delivered. "We can go after dinner if you want."

"No," she said. I had turned on Auryk's video game console. Bela was quite curious about the game I was playing. Her eyes moved quickly as she observed every detail on the screen. "Not yet."

"Do you need to feed?"

"No, I'm okay."

I paused the game. Whatever happened, nothing seemed to distract Bela from it. She was quiet as in the morning she fought her mom or that night in her bedroom, before we kissed for the first time.

"Okay... why don't you tell me what happened? I left you alone in my room for some minutes and now you're upset."

Bela took a deep breath, as if she was trying to recompose herself and leave her emotions aside for the night.

"I'm not upset, love," she told me. "I'm focused."

"On what?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"If you don't move to the left side, like this," Bela took the controller from my hands, unpausing the game and making a move herself. "You're going to get yourself killed."

And she was right. Apparently her vampire senses worked for literally anything.

"Know what?" I turned off the console. "I'm done with this for the night. I already know I wouldn't be able to beat you if we played against each other anyways."

"What a sore loser," Bela finally let out a laugh. Mission accomplished, I was able to get her out of her bad mood.

"We'll see about that later."

"Will we?"

She lay on top of me, staring deeply into my eyes in an attempt to look dangerous. She pressed her lips against mine and I wrapped my arms around her body pulling her as closer as possible. Bela deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue inside my mouth. The way her tongue massaged mine, the way our bodies were moving together, the way my hands were exploring every inch of her perfect body... I was feeling things I had never experienced before. A heat that spread through every part of me. She finished her kiss biting my lower lip, leaving me stunned, breathless.

"I'm sorry, I got too carried away," she said, when we stopped. "We're almost setting ourselves on fire here."

"No, I want more," as I gazed into her beautiful golden yellow eyes, I couldn't be more sure. "I want us to burn."

Bela raised one eyebrow suggestively, as if she was trying to confirm what I had just told her. I let out a small laugh and nodded in confirmation.

"Then..." she pressed another kiss on my lips, "we should head back to your bedroom. Don't you think?"

I was about to give her an answer when the door bell rang. It was the delivery service bringing our dinner.

"Fuck, I had totally forgotten," I took a deep breath, trying to recompose myself.

"We can resume from where stopped later, if you want."

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I wanted it. I definitely wanted it, but I was too nervous for my own sake. If I didn't calm down, I'd end up ruining things. I remembered the night I invited a girl I was dating to my house. Even after having a lot of alcohol to calm my nerves and get me in the mood, I panicked. I panicked and locked myself in the bathroom until she went away. Needless to say she never wanted to see me again.

To try to distract myself, after dinner I sat down on my desk, reading carefully a page of the diary in front of me. The calligraphy was barely readable. Apparently that one belonged to my grandfather, Erik Novak, during his teenage years.

"March 13, 1962

The Lycan attacks have intensified during these days. It's almost impossible to even leave the house. My poor sister, Astrid, has been attacked while she was outside tending for the animals. We don't expect her to survive. The infection has spread to her whole body. Father suggested we put an end to her misery. Mother is still hoping for a miracle. We called Mother Miranda for guidance."

I felt a shiver going down my spine. It was almost like I could watch that scene playing in my mind, like a movie. I held the picture of Astrid, her beautiful dark hair and soft facial features. Such a terrible fate she was victim of. Why did my family still insisted on living in that goddamn place for generations after such a tragedy?

"Okay, I finally picked one," Bela emerged in my bedroom. She was in the living room, too amazed by my Netflix account. With so many movie options in front of her, she didn't know where to start. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I closed the diary. "I was just reading an entry while you chose. My grandfather's sister, she was bitten by a Lycan."

"It seems to happen quite often in your family. One of the diaries I read also reported a Lycan attack."

"It's like a family curse. In my generation, it was my mom. But in her case, there was not even time to develop an infection."

Family drama. Nothing related to the clues we were searching for. I decided to not think about anything else related to that village, Auryk or even Miranda for the next few hours. I wanted to enjoy my time with Bela, exclusively.

"So, let's see what you chose, Ms. Dimitrescu."

For my surprise, Bela had picked a Disney movie. I thought it was extremely cute, I was kinda expecting her to choose something classical or even an horror movie.

"Do you like this one?" She asked.

"I love it," I wrapped an arm around her shoulders as we sat down on the couch. "And I'll love it even more now it's the first movie we watch together."

I didn't make any interruptions as we watched the movie. Bela seemed so entertained, so genuinely happy. I remembered she probably had never seen a movie before. I didn't see any TVs inside the castle. If they even had one, they didn't have access to Netflix or any other modern features. I simply enjoyed the sensation of having her in my arms or the sensation of caressing her hair. I learned to appreciate the sound of her laugh more than anything in this world. When we met, I'd rarely hear it and now it was something she did often.

The world was easier when we were alone, just the two of us. Two lonely, misfit and traumatized individuals. Bela seemed to be the only person who understood my feelings, and I was this person for her too.

When the first movie ended, I asked if she wanted to see another one. She told me to choose this time and I picked a romance. With a happy ending.

God, we deserved to have a happy ending too. We both had gone through so much already. I had to stop Miranda. I couldn't let her take Bela from me.

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's Bedroom - Present Days

It was already two in the morning when we returned to my bedroom.

"Are you sure your mother isn't going to freak out or anything?" I asked as we prepared the bed. "Cassandra is definitely going to tell her. If she gets mad the claws will come out to play and it's kinda scary."

"As long as the dragon remains inside, we're okay," the corners of Bela's mouth curled up in a smile.

"Dragon?!"

"Nevermind, it's a joke. A myth the villagers invented. Don't worry, I don't think she's going to mind. I told her about us this morning and she took it very well."

"This is quite a surprise."

We lay on the bed and my heart started thundering inside my chest. I wasn't sure if she remembered what we started before dinner and that I had intentions of resuming later.

"I wish we could have this everyday," she spoke softly, when we were face to face. "This is the reason why I was upset."

"Why does it upsets you?" I asked.

"While I was here alone, I kinda wished the temperature would drop and I'd be stuck here with you for a while. Then I realized I was being selfish."

"You're not selfish. To be honest, I kinda wished the same. I don't wanna go away. I want to stay with you, forever."

Bela took my hand, holding it very tightly for a few seconds and then, she released.

"You can't, Aleena. You don't deserve this life, in this place. You deserve more. You deserve to go after your dreams, move to California, go to college, be with a girl that actually deserves you."

"I don't want another girl, Bela. I want you. I want you the way you are, with your virtues and also your flaws. That's what made me fall in love with you."

I'd usually let her take the lead, but this time I kissed her, hard and desperate. I didn't want to think about the idea of being away from her. Or being with somebody else. Even if we couldn't be outside most of the time. Even if I had to work on the pub for the rest of my life. Even if she needed to drink human blood. I didn't mind if my friends or my brother never accepted my relationship with her. In that moment, I had everything I ever wanted and I wouldn't waste it. I couldn't wish for anything else.

When I realized, I felt her hand going down my shirt, caressing my stomach.

"Do you still want to do this?" She asked.

"More than anything."

I knew Bela had probably done that a thousand times before, but I wondered if she was always so tender, so careful. She knew that was an important moment to me, I was letting down the last of my emotional barriers for her, so she acted cautiously on every move she made next.

First, she kissed me again for a very long time. I assumed she was giving me enough time to think if I was truly prepared. Then, her mouth placed a trail of kisses for all the way down to my neck.

We undressed each other, Bela lay on top of me and as she kissed me again, I couldn't stop thinking how good it was the feeling of having her naked body so close to mine. This time, I felt confident enough to explore parts of her I wasn't prepared the last time.

"What?" I asked when we parted and she gazed deeply into my eyes. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"I have something to confess, love," she opened a beautiful smile. "I'm a little nervous too."

"Come on. Mrs. Volkov was scolding me this morning, telling me I was only one of the many women she saw leaving your bedroom."

"Yes, but it's the first time I do it with a woman I'm in love with."

It was my turn to smile. With my hand on her chest, I sensed how quick her heart was beating too.

"Well," I whispered seductively in her ear, "she's very in love with you too. So you don't have to be nervous."

"Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

I nodded in agreement and pulled her face for another kiss. As Bela's hands traveled through my body, caressing my inner tights, I was shivering in anticipation. By the time she touched me where I wanted her the most, my first reaction was to shudder.

"How does that feel?" She wanted to know. "Do you like it, love?"

"Yes!" I threw my head back as her fingers continued to stroke my center. "Oh my god, yes. Please don't stop."

"I don't plan to. We're only getting started."

I was still nervous. I didn't know how I was supposed to act. Should I do something to please her too? Should I be silent? Because I was fighting so hard against the wild impulses inside of me, that wanted to moan and scream Bela's name as loud as I could. I buried my mouth on her collarbone trying to muffle a moan.

"This is okay," she stopped for a second, looking at me with those gorgeous eyes. "Just relax. You're being perfect."

I simply nodded in agreement. I just wanted her to continue what she was doing, but she had other plans in mind...

"What about now?" Bela inserted one finger inside me and started to move, slow and gentle. "Does it hurt?"

"N-No... this feels great..." I could barely form a coherent sentence anymore. In fact, I noticed I had stopped breathing. Yes, I could die right now and I'd die a happy woman. Was that what my father was trying to protect me from with his sick ritual? I couldn't be more happier to have broken his rules. I couldn't be more happier I waited and did exactly I was told to stay away from.

My heart was racing really fast. I felt all my muscles were starting to become tense. Bela inserted another finger inside me, moving a little bit faster and harder, but still making sure she wasn't causing me any pain.

And in that moment, I completely lost myself. My back arched and my whole body started to tremble under her body. Bela held me tightly. I relaxed too, wrapping my arms around her.

"Are you okay, love?"

"More than okay," I answered between pants. "To be honest, I think I've never felt so great before."

"Is there anything else you want me to do?"

"Yes, you can now show me how I can please you."

We switched positions and Bela guided my hand as I tried to follow the same path as she did. She also rocked her hips to meet my rhythm. I wasn't so confident as she was. I was afraid I could do anything that could hurt her. But she was a patient teacher and I was a quick learner. Soon, she was already trembling in my arms too and I knew I had done it right.

I thought we were done with the best part, but I was wrong. After pressing one final kiss on my lips, Bela rested her head on my chest and said words I'd never forget.

"I love you."

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