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MASTERS OF HORROR (2005-2007) — 1.01 INCIDENT ON AND OFF A MOUNTAIN ROAD | dir. Don Coscarelli

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The Wolf and the Pig

Gray had tried to warn them. He’d said, quite plainly, that he could manage the station by himself and that didn’t need anyone else here with him. For the most part, they’d listened. He’d had five years with hardly any interference and he had managed his vast, remote area of the national park without a single incident to mark his record. Perhaps that was why they’d sent Callum here: to learn from the best. 

It had been the night of the full moon when Gray had found out about the new recruit and he’d descended into a rage unlike any other; ending in his decimation of the local wildlife in a way that would take the ecosystem many months to recover from.

Being alone was the best way for Gray to manage his curse. He was the lone wolf, living in an environment that best suited the nature of his true self. It had been fifteen years since he had been bitten, as a young recruit for the National Park Rangers. In that time, and with each passing full moon, he’d come more and more to resemble the creature of the night. He’d grown hairy, strong and lean; his handsome features darkening and his stature increasingly intimidating. On the rare occasions that he came across people in his job, they never even considered questioning his authority or status.

Keeping people away from Gray wasn’t about protecting them. It was about territory. He knew that if someone else was posted here, they’d eventually get in his way on the full moon and he’d end up biting them. If the curse was able to manifest within them, there’d be two of them here, hunting in the same patch. And that would never do.

From the first email, Gray was hostile with Callum. He got a sense of the young guy quite quickly: eager, knowledgeable and passionate about conservation. He was going to be a nightmare, getting in his face and asking inane questions over the many months of his placement. Gray had tried to fight it, to not cooperate, but it had all come to nothing. Callum was already on his way.

The harshest of winters was over and the Spring was well underway as Gray drove the many miles out west to the location that Callum needed picking up from. They’d put him up in a motel for the night, which, despite its basic appearance, would probably be a lot more comfortable than the reserve station he’d be sharing with Gray from now on. As Gray drove into the parking lot, the guy was already there, dressed in his new uniform and carrying a massive backpack, ready to leave. He smiled keenly and reached out his hand to shake Gray’s, as if he had genuinely been excited for this moment for the last few weeks. 

Gray pretended not to notice, shuffling to the back of the vehicle to secure something that had come loose on the journey down from the mountains. He was late arriving, deliberately so, having spent the last hour picking up supplies at a sluggish pace, knowing that Callum was waiting. However, Gray looked back as a slightly deflated Callum pulled off his backpack and slung it inside the truck. He was a tall, surprisingly pretty-looking thing, with an incredibly lean frame and tiny butt. He was no doubt toned underneath all those clothes, but Gray smirked to himself, already feeling a sense of superiority based upon the massive amount of muscle he had in comparison.

The first hour in the truck was painfully tense, as an awkward Callum tried to make small talk. Then, as the roads became more inclined and dangerous, the twenty-two year old simply sat, silently glued into his seat, clutching anything he could as Gray threw the vehicle about at speed, knowing these challenging roads better than anyone else in the entire world. Gray could hear the boy’s heart beating wildly and smelt the emerging scent of him as the sweat began to pump out of his body. Over the years, he’d developed an odd sense for judging humans and he smirked, seeming to intuitively know that Callum was never going to be the alpha male type.

“You’re on your own tonight. I’m off to check out some reports of poaching east of the river. I’ll have to camp there this evening,” Gray explained a couple of weeks’ later, knowing that the full moon would soon be upon them.

“What reports?” Callum asked, already across everything at the station, like the overly keen nerd he’d turned out to be. “I’ve not come across anything.”

“I’ve been here for ten years. I’ve got my own contacts who let me know what’s going on out there,” Gray shot back; shutting Callum down as soon as the guy tried to scold him for not logging it officially. But still the young guy looked at him with suspicion. He’d already come to learn that Gray didn’t always do things by the book; that he was overly aggressive and intimidating when dealing with potentisl conflicts in the park, as well as an almost unnecessarily private person.

Gray didn’t remember all of it. He never could. He’d done as he’d promissed and camped many miles away from the station. But there had been a chase of some kind whilst in his wolf form that night. He’d drifted towards the south and west. Perhaps he had caused a stir in the forests that had aroused Callum’s suspicions, given that Gray had accidentally seeded the idea of poachers, but he remembered coming across a human beside a vehicle, carrying a flashlight. There’d been an altercation; the taste of blood and Gray had then continued his hunt, waking far from his camp and needing to hike back, barefoot and naked, as soon as the sun rose.

It wasn’t until the evening that Gray returned, having slept for several hours in the tent afterwards, trying to recover his strength. He saw Callum sitting with his back to him, looking at the computer screen. He would have seen Gray pulling in on the monitor, but he hadn’t got up to welcome him, having realised that his friendliness towards Gray would never be reciprocated.

That was when Gray saw it: the bandaged forearm on Callum’s left arm; not broken, but still with blood leaking through in patches. The sight of it made the vague recollections of the night before cement themselves properly in Gray’s mind. 

“What happened to you?” Gray asked, knowing the answer but determined to make one last vain attempt at denying the truth.

Callum turned, looking sweaty and vague. “I came across a wolf last night,” he explained, lifting his arm up with his other hand to demonstrate how sore it was. “The biggest I’ve ever seen in my life. I got lucky that he was hunting something else, otherwise it could have been a lot worse.” He bristled and looked accusingly at Gray. “And, since I was on my own here last night, I had to drive myself one-handed, all the way to the local hospital for a tetanus shot. I’ve only just got back.”

Gray rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, though not quite for the reasons Callum might have assumed. “Well, that’s what it’s like out here. If you don’t like it, you know where the door is.”

With his usual bravado, Gray marched across the space and into the shower room, closing the door behind him. It had been so long since he had bitten someone, he had almost forgotten what it was like. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing that his skin was still grimy, despite washing in the river that morning. Then a smirk spread across his face. He’d known Callum for a couple of weeks by this point, knew his scent and character. His body would fight the curse and most likely be successful. But in doing so, it would provide Gray with more entertainment than he had had in many years. It was exactly what the pretty little upstart deserved. This was going to be interesting…

Callum’s wound healed with surprising speed and the boy was soon back to normal, irritating the life out of Gray. His body was enjoying the reprieve, not necessarily realising that the building moon of the next month would be launching an attack on his body that he would never see coming. He began to look feverish the night before the full moon and slept the entirety of the next day, fighting the infection. Pleased that he no longer needed to hide, Gray simply stripped off that night under the moonlight and embraced his transformation.

Callum’s fever broke two days later and the young man seemed surprised to see Gray standing over him with a cool towel and reaching for a glass of water.

“How’re you feeling?” Gray asked, managing to make himself sound genuinely sympathetic. He looked down at Callum’s body; even skinnier than usual, dehydrated and weak. Nonetheless, it had been victorious. After all, Callum had not transformed into a wolf. For Gray, it had been a very different story, all those years ago. His body had put up no fight at all, and he had become a wolf with each moon since he was twenty years old. 

“Like I’ve been run over by a bus…” Callum sighed, lifting a limp hand to help Gray feed him the glass of water.

“You’ll be okay now. I’ve seen this a lot out here. Give it another day and you’ll be up on your feet like nothing’s happened.”

Callum put his head down again and sighed with disbelief. Nevertheless, he recovered just as quickly as Gray had predicted, scrambling around in the kitchen area, even after Gray had made him a hearty meal. Gray watched the boy with a secret glee. Whilst Callum’s conscious self might have been oblivious, his body certainly knew that there was a war going on. He’d survived this month, but he’d need to be stronger for the next full moon if it was going to overcome the curse. And so, Gray sat back and smirked, seeing the slender pretty-boy suddenly develop the most ravenous of appetites.

Gray didn’t often head out for supplies, given how far from civilization the station actually was. However, in the larder, there were vast supplies of everything needed out here, including mountains of prepackaged energy snacks, required for days out on hikes in the wilderness. Within three weeks, an overcome Callum had decimated every last bit of it. Each day since the full moon, his body had taken in masses and masses of food; a consistent gigant overdose of calories that had quickly started to make its mark on his body. Like a tank, being loaded with fuel, Callum’s body had deposited those calories within fresh fat that quickly formed a plushiness under his skin. Budding lovehandles had started to push their way out of his sides and there was general, lethargic, heavy plod to his steps as he lazily went from the computer screen, to the truck, and back again. Callum was sleeping a lot more than usual, as if his body was conserving energy for something else, and the boy’s mind was less active and sharp.

“Are you not chatting with your girlfriend tonight?” Gray asked, half mockingly as he saw Callum drifting off to sleep in the chair with a half eaten oat cookie still in his hand.

Callum shook with a start from the sound of Gray’s voice and he glanced sleepily at the time. “I’ll call her tomorrow instead,” he mumbled, nibbling once more on the snack and reaching for another, before falling back to sleep.

Gray smirked. He hated listening to Callum on a video call with his girlfriend from back home. Callum was exactly the type of ‘nice’ boy to have the same girlfriend from the beginning of high school, and overhearing them going on endlessly about how much they missed each other had made Gray vacate the station on more than one occasion. Now, however, the conversations had started to become a lot more interesting. Callum’s girlfriend had noted with concern how his face was starting to look rather puffy. There was a fullness to his cheeks and a gentle softening of his jawline that she didn’t mind pointing out. Callum had denied this entirely, blaming the camera and the lighting in the station. Then, with a seeming lack of control over himself, he had continued to nibble on multiple snacks well into the night afterwards.

Gray set off to pick up more supplies and he hunted where he could for great stacks of meat that the other national park rangers would never find out about. In doing so, Callum never went without food, despite never ridding himself of a constant hunger. He slipped into a feverish state once more in the afternoon of the full moon and awoke the next morning, feeling like he was hungover, dehydrated and extremely hungry. 

It was sometime within that second month when Callum’s pathitically tiny pants stopped fitting. Gray had noticed them pinching him for some days, further emphasising the fat that was spreading across the boy’s waist and into his pert little buttocks. Now, however, Gray saw the splay of the broken top button, inadequately concealed beneath a belt that Callum had clearly taken from Gray’s stash. For the first time in his life, Gray simply laughed at this; pulling himself back from the mild irritation that initially came to him whenever he was around Callum. Furthermore, Callum’s shirts were fitting in the most unflattering way imaginable, clinging to the little round, bloated stomach that had formed beneath his slender chest and making it seem even bigger than it currently was. In under two month’s the boy’s body had undergone a period of rapid, ferocious fattening that had left the pathetic creature in a state of bewilderment and embarrassment.

For the most part, Gray and Callum mostly ignored the changes that had taken place, or at least politely failed to mention them. Callum quietly sourced new pants and shirts to wear and he kept himself covered up most of the time. In his clothes, Callum arguably looked better than usual, with a fuller, more maculine build than he’d had before. But as the fat continued to build, Callum started to look genuinely chubby and even out of shape. As the summer heat kicked in hard, Gray walked around without a shirt on most days; showing off an impressive, muscular build that was now in such contrast with the increasingly bloated form of Callum. It seemed that the guy was particularly susceptible to belly fat, amasssing quite a little paunch in no time at all. It was now obvious that his once flat chest was swelling up with larger nipples and, by the end of July, Gray found it difficult to keep a straight face as he watched them flutter and bounce a little as Callum walked about. The immune response really was an amazing thing. With all this fresh fat on his body, Callum appeared more than capable of fighting the successive full moons; yet he was still eating and gorging and piling on more and more pounds. His immune response, much like when it dealt with many allergies, had kicked into overdrive.

It was after Callum’s fourth full moon that Gray began to pick up on the strange scent that the twenty-two year old was giving off. Whilst the boy’s body was doing a good job of preventing the physical wolf transformation, there was no denying that, in having been bitten by Gray, Callum was now part of Gray’s pack; whether he knew it or not. A bond formed each time this happened, and developed over time. Already, the chubby boy was starting to give off a strange cocktail of pheromones in Gray’s company. He seemed to grow coy in his older colleague’s company, lost his interest in messaging his girlfriend and became surprisingly awkward whenever Gray walked around without a shirt on.

Despite knowing that this was coming, Gray had had no intention of going there with Callum. He’d expected the boy to have blamed his new form on the job and quit long before this even became an issue. But things were moving a lot faster than Gray had anticipated. Gray had witnessed this type of fattening before in those that fought off the wolf curse, but he had never seen it happen so quickly, or so extremely. But now it seemed that the same was true of the pheromones Callum was producing. They were potent, strong, extreme and altogether impossible to ignore.

“Here, I made you some coffee,” Callum declared, handing over a warm mug to Gray, sitting with his binoculars on the porch area, overlooking the forest below.

“Thanks,” Gray mumbled back. Even outside, the flood of pheromones as Callum came out here was almost unbearable. The chubby boy absolutely stank of them and it was hard not to be distracted by it all.

“We’re running low on supplies again,” Callum began explaining.

Gray suppressed a sigh. Whilst incredibly amusing, Callum’s ravenous appetite was becoming quite a drain on his time. “Okay. I’ll see if I can head out later,” he grumbled.

Callum sat down, flooding the space with even more of his scent and Gray began to twitch awkwardly, feeling blood beginning to pump into his groin. 

“In fact, I’ll head off now,” Gray declared, suddenly desperate to remove himself from the situation as he felt his erection swelling. He stood, hiding his groin with the binoculars and grabbed the keys to the truck. For the first time ever, as he drove away, he started to wonder whether he should just keep on going and never come back. Otherwise, it’d be hard to know what would happen next.

Gray returned much later, deciding to purchase the most calorific foods he could, in the hope of fattening Callum up even faster and sending him packing; concerned that the lifestyle of a National Park Ranger was not good for his health. He arrived late in the evening to find an exhausted-looking Callum asleep on the couch with the last remaining food items destroyed and decorated around his greedy face. A sliver of fleshy skin was uncovered as the boy’s shirt failed to hide the entirety of his torso and Gray stood, transfixed by what he was seeing; inexplicably aroused by the toxic fumes emanating from the pot-bellied boy on the couch. His erection immediately sprang to life and he tugged at his pants in the hope of hiding it better. He needed to check in with the rest of the crew online and tried to distract himself with menial tasks, despite the blood pumping wildly into his crotch.

Not long afterwards, Callum awoke and began eating once more, making a sizable dent in some of the items Gray had just brought back with him. “Don’t you ever stop eating?” Gray asked loudly, confused by the strange swirling emotions he was feeling and needing some sort of outlet for his frustration. “It’s disgusting! I’ve never seen anything like it! What the hell is your girlfriend going to think when you next get time off?”

“Actually,” Callum began, briefly stunned by Gray’s outburst that he actually stopped eating, “we, sort of, broke up this afternoon.”

Perhaps it was the pheromones making Gray care, but Callum’s words really did make him stop for a moment and wonder what he should say next. He stood, almost moving to approach Callum and offer his sympathies. Words poised themselves on the tip of his tongue. Then he breathed and fought once more to retain his composure; turning away and heading straight to his bed.

With sensitive hearing, Gray had found it harder to sleep ever since Callum had arrived. That night, however, the sounds of nibbling and chewing were drilling into his skull. Compelled by an insane hunger, Callum was up in the middle of the night and making his way through many of the calorie dense things Gray had supplied. On occasion, he heard the boy whimper, as if his tummy was too tight to continue, followed by more biting, chewing and swallowing.

Having lost his patience, Gray ripped himself from his bed and strutted into the shared space, ready to shout at the top of his lungs. “Why are you fucking eating at this time of night?” he roared, throwing his door open and receiving a full blast of pheromones as he did so. The reason for this was simple. Standing in the space, croched over the counter and stuffing his face was an almost naked Callum, dressed in nothing but a pair of overly tight boxers, trying to hold back a swollen rear and mercilessly cutting into meaty, well developed love handles. It was the first time Gray had seen Callum’s naked torso since the fattening had started, and even without the masses of bare skin oozing uninhibited pheromones, it was enough to make him stop in his tracks.

Callum jumped and his quivering hands tried to conceal the masses of wrappers he had made his way through. He swept them quickly into the sink and out of view. Then he glanced back quickly but did not turn around to face Gray, deeply embarrassed and evidently not wanting Gray to see the very obviously rounded belly he had grown; grossly swollen by the midnight feasting. “I’m going to bed now!” he cried out, like a kid caught out, talking to the wall in front of him instead of Gray himself.

But Gray was gone. He’d slept naked ever since he was a teenager and the pulsing erection he grew now came to him faster than any other in his life. It was undoubtedly the scent Callum was giving off, but there was also something so arousing about the soft curvaceousness of Callum’s new form: like Gray was the wolf, and Callum was his own blubbery little pig. Fighting this wasn’t an option anymore. They were both animals after all, driven by their instincts and desires. He marched forwards with purpose, observing the vibrations from his heavy footsteps quivering the soft fleshy fat that swelled around Callum’s sides.

No words were needed now. With Gray’s strong arms, he turned Callum around to face him, immediately spotting the erection that bounced forth from the chubby’s boy groin. Then, holding the chub’s face in both hands, Gray kissed him with more passion than he had ever thought himself capable of. Callum returned it, and within no time at all, both men were stroking each others’ hardness, moaning like they were already ready to explode. 

Even amongst all that, Callum reached into the sink and grabbed the leftovers of the energy bar he’d been eating when Gray came in, swallowing quickly before returning to kissing straight afterwards. Gray’s hand explored the soft flesh that had blossomed around Callum’s waist and couldn’t help noticing how thick and juicy his glutes felt as he curiously bounced them. However, after only another minute, Callum paused his kissing once again and looked longing across to the other side of the kitchen area.

“Are you actually still hungry?” Gray asked, noticing that Callum was fixated by the large open box of oat bars. He walked across the room and pulled one out of the box, unwrapped it and seductively pushed it towards Callum’s mouth in order to maintain the erotic vibe.

Suddenly, Gray detected a great plume of pheromones leaching from Callum’s skin. It made Gray’s erection, which was already impossibly hard, immediately stiffen to an even greater extent; like a muscle trained to its absolute limits. Callum’s moan didn’t help either. Gray already knew his gut was packed tight and yet he nibbled from Gray’s hand with a greed that felt so submissive and deeply sexual. The feeling was not unlike the thrill he had each full moon, tracking down his prey. He pushed the food in deeper, alternating between stroking his and Callum’s hardness as he did so. The sense of power and control he felt was sending him over the edge with lust. He knew he could never be with someone like himself. Wolves were aggressive and status-driven. It was a constant battle to be the alpha. But here was Callum: doughy and soft, eating from his hand and gazing at him with pure submissive affection. This was going to work out. After all, who else was better suited to a wolf, than a greedy little pig?

Over the next few days, Callum and Gray tried to talk through the strange bond that was forming between them. Gray had been alone for so long that he found it harder to put what he felt into words. The pack mentality had meant his lust for the chubby boy had very quickly evolved into feelings of love. 

Callum, on the other hand, had had no problem in opening up, explaining how drawn he’d become to Gray for quite some time. But he was also struggling. He didn’t understand the extreme hunger he’d had for the last few months, and he felt confused by how rapidly his body had been altering as a result. Gray listened to him with feelings of guilt, knowing the answers to all of the boy’s questions and yet not quite feeling ready to share them. But, with the full moon soon approaching once more, Gray felt a sense of duty to help protect his new lover from its effects; satisfying the glutton’s ever last hungry desire and swelling that increasing layer of insulating fat across his body. For now, it was the only love language he knew.

The fat was increasing its territory once more, spreading itself across Callum’s neck and bloating his chest. The athletic form he had once had was now being masked by it all; overcome by how obviously the new weight sat on his body as pure fat, jiggling and soft. It was depositing itself everywhere, stretching and widening the boy’s glutes and creating love handles like storage tanks of lard. Gray was loving every second of it, adamant that he had at last found his perfect opposite to love and cherish.

As the weeks wore on and Callum returned from a brief late summer break at home, his  body looked increasingly awkward to behold. His stomach began to look like a great balloon was inflating inside it, and his soft, swelling chest seemed out of place alongside his still skinny arms. His butt had packed on vast amounts of softness, widening it just a little less than the outpouring of love handles above, yet his long legs and comparatively small thighs looked as if they were struggling to keep up with the pace of expansion.

At some point, it seemed as if Callum had let go. The humid, late summer heat had thoroughly defeated him and he began walking around without a shirt for most of the day, as Gray had been doing since the middle of April. He made less of an effort to hide his overeating and allowed Gray to do more for him out of the station. Given the frequency with which they had sex, he’d become acustomed to having his fatty flesh touched and didn’t seem as shocked by the way his body jiggled as Gray took him from behind. He’d had a falling out with his family during the break and had returned with an increased sense of independence, seeming to rid himself of all of the healthy eating values he had once insisted upon.

By the time the first snow hit the ground, Gray could hardly get over how much Callum had grown out. Now, when the full moon appeared, he didn’t even need to sleep through it, despite acquiring an even more ravenous appetite than usual; beginning roughly three days before. On these days, Callum felt compelled to eat so much that he could barely get himself off the couch; with Gray catering for most of his needs out of a profound sense of guilt and lust.

“Listen, Gray. We’re not so happy with how things are working out with Callum,” explained Gina, the overall manager for the park rangers. “I’m not sure he’s quite suited to being deployed in such a remote station.”

“He’s doing great!” Gray immediately shot back down the phone in his lover’s defense. “He loves it out here!”

“He’s not very productive though, is he?” Gina countered. “I can see by your location that you’re the one out collecting his research data for him.

Gray hated how easily the higher-ups could check up on them both. It was easy to believe that you were completely free out here, yet the subtle reminders that there was a careful eye watching over them was sometimes almost too much to bear. “What are you trying to say?” Gray asked, deciding that he was done beating around the bush.

“We need to make cost cuts and Callum is reaching the end of his probationary period,” Gail stated without a hint of remorse. “We’ve decided that we won’t be renewing his contract.”

Gray’s nostrils flared. “If you fire him, I’m walking,” he declared, feeling pumped and ready for a fight. He never could have imagined himself putting his livelihood on the line like this for anyone else before now. Yet, there it was; his ultimatum delivered to his boss who, unfortunately for him, didn’t seem to believe a single word he said.

Driving back, Gray wondered how long it would be until Callum was told he was being fired. In his mind, he imagined all the different ways that Gail would do it; cutting Callum off from the career he had longed for ever since he was a kid. Perhaps that was why Gray didn’t detect the signs of an intruder until he came right up to the mountain station and saw the truck parked up across the front in the most arrogant of fashions.

His heart racing, but with a determination to remain cool, Gray tried hard to take his time and casually make his way up the stairs. Through the window, he saw the sickening, grinning, tormenting face of Ash, a werewolf from across the border of Gray’s defined territory. It’d been ten years since their fight in wolf form. Gray had lost huge areas of the land he had once roamed upon a full moon and Ash would always show up every couple of years or so, crossing their boundary as only he was permitted to do.

If posible, Ash’s smug face was even more sickening than usual. Clearly invited inside by a swollen Callum, Ash appeared bemused, watching the fat boy trotting around, getting him one of Gray’s beers. He looked across at Gray, knowing exactly what was going on between them. He would have picked up the scent of Gray all over Callum’s blubbery physique.

“Well, well, well, look who’s finally showed up,” Ash smirked as Gray came through the door.

“Callum, go take the truck out to fix the fencing by the cliffs,” Gray ordered, deciding to be deliberately gruff with his lover in a futile attempt to conceal their relationship. In reality, he needed Callum out of there as soon as possible.

“You’re fucking that fatty?” Ash laughed a few minutes later, as soon as Callum was gone. “I know you tried to turn him into a wolf. You know my rule: if they can’t take the curse, we rip out their throats under the light of the full moon.”

Gray growled, letting his animalistic side show through. His stance changed and he was ready for a fight, should Ash initiate one. “I won’t let you do that,” he declared aggressively.

Ash simply smirked and took a large swig from the beer Callum had got for him before he left; Gray’s beer. “Try and stop me,” he smiled. “I dare you!” Then he laughed, knowing that Gray would not risk their decade-long pact. At least, not yet.

Ash had decided to stick around in order to declare his dominance before the full moon on Saturday. He camped out a little lower down the stream and returned each day to chat with Callum whenever Gray had to go off and do errands. The purpose of those visits were purely for the joy of seeing Gray’s face once he returned and saw him sipping yet another beer on his couch; then having to stifle the anger that he felt so that Callum didn’t ask too many questions.

“So what are your plans for Sunday?” Ash asked the chubby Callum, as he stuffed his face in the kitchen. Then that intruding wolf turned and smirked across at Gray, making the man’s anger boil his blood. Ash’s meaning had been clear to him: Callum would be dead as soon as the sun set and the full moon rose in the sky on Saturday night.

Even in his human form, Gray wasn’t strong enough to take Ash on. Considerably older and more powerful, despite his fresh-faced appearance. Last time, Ash had nearly killed him without taking on as much as a scratch himself. Even so, as soon as they transformed on Saturday night, Gray knew he was going to have to try. He couldn’t let Callum be taken away from him. Not now.

“Are you okay?” Callum suddenly asked Ash, looking across with concern.

Gray stood to attention, wondering what game the wolf was playing now, as the pot bellied Callum took a step closer, attempting to steady Ash on his feet. “I’m fine!” Ash growled violently, letting his true self slip, just for a moment in front of Callum.

“You looked like you were about to faint,” Callum stated, studying Ash’s appearance even more and noticing the sweat on his forehead. They had all done the first aid training. They all knew the signs.

“No I didn’t!” Ash rumbled back, although with slightly more composure now. He glanced across at Gray for a split second, hoping that the other wolf had not seen his momentary weakness. Wolves didn’t get sick. Not ever. “I’ve got things to do,” he complained, storming off in what appeared to be a foul mood.

Ash did not arrive to torment them the next day and Gray’s keen ears had heard very little movement from him further down the stream. Innocent Callum had wanted to go and check on him, without even appreciating the danger he was in. By the Friday, even Gray’s curiosity had gotten the better of him, sneaking over to find the wolf’s camp completely silent. With a pounding heart, he gently brushed away some of the snow from the night before and unzipped the tent to get a look inside. He needn’t have worried, Ash was indeed inside, but he was fast asleep, seemingly trapped within a great fever that made his face glisten with sweat. Even then, Gray allowed himself to imagine the possibilities of what this could mean, but he did not dare to believe it to be true. 

As he transformed the following evening, Gray stood guard over Ash’s camp, waiting. The moon was strong, flooding into the small, cold tent as the muscular man lay asleep within. For the first time in nearly fifty years, Ash’s body had remained in its human form under the full moon.

“What’s got you looking so pleased with yourself?” Callum asked as he loaded his plate with several rounds of fresh buttery toast that Sunday morning. 

“Oh, you know…” Gray smirked, throwing himself down on the couch. “I’m just sitting here, admiring my beautiful boy as he gets ready for his day,” Gray sang in a tone that would have been completely alien to him before he met Callum.

“Well, I’m glad one of us is happy,” Callum sighed in reply. “I had an email whilst you were out last night, explaining that my contract will not be renewed next Spring.”

“Good,” Gray smiled back, seeing that his response had caught Callum a little off-guard. He stood. “We need a change, you and me. It’s the perfect opportunity for us to try something new.” He embraced the fat boy side on, sliding a hand under his bulging stomach and wrapping his big arm around his shoulders as the boy continued to eat from his plate. “You deserve a better life than I can give you out here. You deserve the best.” He kissed Callum’s buttery lips. “Imagine it. Real restaurants. Real fast food joints, and proper beers!”

“I thought you never wanted to leave this place?” Callum asked inquisitively.

“Well, things change,” Gray smiled. He sat again and laughed, imagining Ash’s reaction upon waking up and realising that whatever cocktail of pheremones and antibodies coursed through Callum’s body, his time spent alone with Callum that week had allowed his own body to acquire the same resistance to the wolf curse. Unlike Gray, his time as a wolf was now over. In a single night, Gray’s territory had more than doubled simply because Callum was part of his pack, leaving his body unchanged by the influence he clealy had upon others. He could survey the entirity of these many snow-covered mountains, the ravines and forests, seeing no end to his lands. And he could do that again, and again; werewolf after werewolf, leaving behind an ever fattening trail of fresh immunity. A world without end or borders.

“You’d really do that for me?” Callum smiled, touched and smitten with love as he stood, looking down on his lover and feeding himself with glistening, butter-drenched toast.

Gray smiled back, rubbing his doughy lover’s glutes with glee from his position on the couch. They felt larger than ever that morning. How perfect. How big and fat and round he could make Callum now. His body was the perfect lardy production house for all of those antibodies that would grant Gray everything he had ever wanted.

“For you, anything," Gray grinned, realising that his fat little piggy had just become the best meal ticket a wolf could ever imagine.

#gainer fiction #gainer stories #gay feedee #gainerstory

[frosted-hyacinth]

You have a bad day

Feat. sae itoshi

Tags. fluff

cw. near-death experience (if there are any more, please let me know)

        You practically collapsed on your chair after you finished the huge mountain load of work and documents. After how tiring and mentally draining your day was. You'd almost gotten hit by a car that screeched to a halt after seeing you in front of it, crossing the road. It was a green light so you proceeded to walk across the road, looking around to check if there were any cars around. After making sure that there were none, you crossed the road only to be met with headlights in your face and the loud noise of brakes. You were shocked, after all, you almost got killed on your way to work. You stood there stunned before seeing the flashing red numbers on the traffic light and ran towards the sidewalk. You were expecting to continue on your way to work peacefully, continuing on your day like you hadn't almost died but just before you could take a step forwards, the driver of the car decided that this incident was entirely your fault and logically, the only thing they could have done was to open their car window and start screaming at you.

        They thought that it was because of your carelessness that they could almost have been sent to prison yet the driver was the one who almost ran a red light. So you just sped up and walked to your work building. As you finally arrived at the building, you set your stuff on your desk and sat down on your chair, opening your computer screen since you were preparing to pick up on the work you were doing yesterday. Before you could open the document, your co-worker tapped you on the shoulder. You didn’t notice but she had been silent walking behind you while you got your things prepared.

        “The boss asked for you.” She said, a smile on her face.

        “Thanks Mika.” You replied with a similar smile then took your laptop with you to walk towards a glass covered room. These types of rooms made you nervous, not only because every time you came into these types of rooms you were going to have serious conversations but also because the room itself felt scary. Sometimes it could be claustrophobic and feel like the perfect environment to have panic attacks but this time, you were seeing your boss. The one that helped you keep your job but also the one that could fire you at any moment. You couldn’t just break down in front of them, that could make you risk your job that you’d worked so hard on finding! You walked into the room with some non-existent confidence that was made last moment, taking a deep breath before your eyes were met with the very direct eye contact of your boss.

Her eyes were still on your but she gestured for you to take a seat on the chair in front of you, an order to which you easily complied to. The two of you sat in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds that felt like hours. If you had to sit there any longer in silence, you felt like you would suffocate. Thankfully, before you could die mentally, your boss spoke up.

        "I have been... Watching your work that you hand in, and I've noticed some things about the pattern that you give me your work. You tend not to finish you work as fast as other employees and to try to make your adaptive skills better, I have decided to assign you an amount of work that you must finish today." She said while reaching under her desk and handing you a pile of papers and documents.

        You nodded slowly then was motioned to get out of the room and resume your activities with the workload that your boss had just given you.

        You walked as quickly as possible out of the room as an attempt to get more time to work done.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

        You sighed, clicking off your pen and shutting down your laptop. You were finally done. When you walked into the elevator, you heard a small ding sound coming from your phone so you turned it on.

Sae: When are you coming home

        When you saw that text, you let out a small chuckle as you realised that you forgot to tell your boyfriend that you would be coming home a little bit later than usual due to the work that you had to quickly finish. You stepped out of the elevator once it had reached the floor you needed then you replied to the text that Sae had sent you with some explanations to why you were late but not much else other than that. You didn't send him the time that you'd get home since it was dark out. When you sent the message to him, it had the symbol that it was sent underneath the text and just as soon as that appeared, it was read by Sae.

Sae: Do you need a ride

        You looked out of the building. It was snowing. So it was cold, slippery and dark outside... Not the best combination, not the safest either... You responded with a quick and straight forwards, yes.

Sae: I'll be there in five

        And now you were set to wait five minutes before your ride arrived. 

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

        Sae's car arrived in front of the building, you saw so you walked out of the warm building towards the car. Just before you entered the car, a large gust of wind caught you off guard, making you shiver and stumble backwards before opening the car door and entering the car. You slid swiftly into the front seat of Sae's car, when you made contact with the seat's leather, a large and fluffy jacket was placed over your body, covering your head as well. You pushed the jacket off your head and smiled at Sae, buckling your seatbelt. When you smiled at him, he saw a glint of stress in your eyes but right now, it seemed like all you wanted to do was go home. He'd ask you about it later but for now he'd focus on driving.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

        You and Sae changed into a comfortable sweater, you having stolen a hoodie from his closet. When you finished changing, he quickly pulled you to the couch, on his lap, making sure that you were comfortable then he looked directly into your eyes.

        "Did anything happen today?" He asked, tone dead serious. "..Yes'' He continued staring at you, initiating a silent request for you to tell him what happened. You were hesitant to tell him but continued anyway, listing everything that happened, from almost getting killed by a car on your way to work to getting overwhelmed with work. When you were done saying everything, you asked him if he could watch Howl's Moving Castle with you to unravel from the day, he silently agreed then proceeded to turn on the tv, playing the movie you mentioned. For half the movie, you watched with your head nuzzled into your boyfriend's chest until you dozed off.

        He stayed in this position with you for a few hours, almost falling asleep in the process but he managed to somehow stay awake. He quietly crept out of your grasp, grabbing his phone and wallet from the table, getting ready to use any and all contacts he possibly could to try and fire your boss and make the life of the person who had almost killed you, a living hell. So don't be surprised if you wake up to find that your boss has been fired. It shouldn't be shocking if you have a boyfriend like Sae.

-I don't actually have a job so... This is probably inaccurate. I also don't know how this ended up this long but... Also, I don't have much on Sae's personality so he might also be a little out of character. 映

#sae itoshi #sae itoshi fluff #sae itoshi x reader fluff #sae itoshi x you #itoshi sae #itoshi sae fluff #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x you #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #blue lock x you #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk fluff #bllk imagines #⌕ 茶ʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿ

[kaiser-author-san-iii]

Star light, Star bright | Fatui Harbingers x Creator!(Female)Reader

Summary: Caring for children is hard, but it's especially hard when around the Fatui. Getting isekaied was the last thing on your mind after landing in the icy tundra of Snezhnaya all while your nephew is with you. What will happen when you encounter not only a Fatui Skirmisher but a Fatui Harbinger?

Not beta read or proofed, we die like signora.

I tried to be a bit gender-neutral here, but I might have slipped. Nephew does call you auntie qwq

Tags/warnings: female reader, god!reader, cult AU

Next>>

Tumbling down the steep hill and narrowly avoiding the cliff that just dove off, the car rolled to a stop as you opened your eyes slowly, your arms still around your nephew as a sort of shield for him as he sobbed. Gently and quietly soothing him as you rubbed his back, you soon looked around, even checking him to be sure that he was free of any injuries, which he thankfully was.

"Shh. It's okay, Nugget. It's okay."

You attempted to sound gentle while not wincing in pain. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to unbuckle the seat belt and jump to the back to protect him despite him being in the car seat as well. His sobs and concern for his aunt would have been heard if one got too close to the car, but it was not the time to wallow in such a state.

You looked around, trying to find an exit to make.

Kicking down glass windows, especially the windshield, seemed so much easier in the movies so, using common sense, you opted in opening the back door, realizing just how cold it was out there. Quickly bundling up and gathering all the necessities: bags, blankets, food, emergency kits, and your nephew's entertainment bag, the two of you decided to march on to the closest town or at least to the main road they were taking before the car crash.

Giving your nephew one of the spare blankets, you wrapped it around him, holding back a shriek of joy at how adorable he looked. He looked like a penguin. But now was not the time to think about it as you bit your tongue from crying out from the forming bruises on your body, or even the icy air hitting your cuts.

Pulling out your phone to at least call the emergency line to at least report the incident and awaited for someone to answer. Never having called the emergency line before, you didn't know what to expect but it was definitely not the dial-up tone of the internet in the early 2000s.

It was quite concerning.

But not so much as the full battery on it.

The no signal was a common thing in the mountains, especially during the snowy days. But the full battery was a whole other thing as you clearly remembered it being at 30% at the store.

Strange.

"Alright, Nugget. Let's go and find someplace warm to wait." Holding onto his hand, the two of you trudged along the snow, walking toward where you thought the main road was at, though when you got there, nothing.

Alright, plan b: look for a line of smoke. Smoke meant campfire, and campfire meant people. People meant help and warmth until then.

Or death if it involved a serial killer

It seemed like forever to get to the line of smoke as you then had to carry your nephew as he had started growing tired, but you never let him take the blanket off. You finally hiked over the hill and were happy but it was short-lived as the people surrounding the fire didn't look like any other person you'd seen before. Was that a lady with a slit-open dress? In the middle of winter?? Work it, girl

You winced in pain again, the injury of before seeming to be more than just a cut started to hurt more. But you couldn't rest now or even let your nephew down as it seemed to get colder already. He even started shivering and sneezing, which seemed to alert the group of people (?) by the fire. The one dressed in red, his eyes only showing and a rifle in his hand suddenly pointed at them and you instantly backed away and held onto the shivering bundle.

"Please help me. W-we've been in an accident." You said, trembling as your arms began to tire, shaking and trying to hold onto your nephew until you knew that you both would be safe. The group soon relaxed and walked over to you and gasped. It all seemed blurry at the moment but you could immediately tell that they grew worried and rushed to your side. The woman with the inappropriate winter outfit soon takes your nephew in her arms, revealing your arms to be covered in blood.

The blood was not it's ordinary red though.

Your clothes soaked in golden blood...

"Your Grace!"

-x-

It was chaotic, to say the least when a group of fatui Skirmishers arrived at the palace carrying a sobbing and shivering child and an unconscious person with golden blood covering their arms. The chaos disturbed the peace that the Harbingers inside created and were about to endue their wrath on the offenders when they saw the face of the person they were carrying and the child.

"Your Grace has been hurt!"

"My Lords! Your Grace is injured!"

Feet clattered, chairs scratching the floors as all eleven Harbingers rushed at the one carrying your form, the masked Doctor carefully holding her and rushing towards his lab with the others following suit. Well, that would be the case if it wasn't for the sobs of the child.

"W-where's auntie? Is she okay? She'll be fine, right?" He asked and reached to anyone, holding onto the mirror maiden as she began to soothe the child.

"All will be well, Your Highness." said a soft voice belonging to the third Harbinger, the young boy turned towards a beautiful woman with black hair with some pink locks, her eyes closed though he could hardly tell if she was as she stretched her arms out to him and started to sing. It was beautiful and sleepy but he had no time to rest as he wanted to go to you and make sure you were well.

"Auntie...! I want my auntie! Auntie might die, right? She can't die! She's my auntie! She kept me safe! The meaner crashed into us! It's their fault! If a-auntie dies, I'm blaming that meaner!!"

The air suddenly turned sour, with rage, and anger at the one that possibly harmed their Creator.

"She will not die, Your Highness." said a deep and gruff voice, making the boy look at an older man, seeing him wear half of a mask and walking towards him and the woman that held him.

"We will make sure of it."

A/N: haha~ I did it~ Finally something that involves my favorite group of people. VILLAINS

Let me know if you want more~

#genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #genshin impact #fatui harbingers #harbingers x reader #pierro x reader #columbina x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #capitano x reader #Signora x reader #tsarista x reader #female reader

[bigtreefest]

Bigger Houses Masterlist

An Ari Levinson Series based off Dan + Shay’s latest album

Mountain Ranger! Ari x Female Reader

Main Masterlist

Series Summary: A year after shattering break-ups, two hearts start life anew in the Rocky Mountains. It’s always just when you swear off love that a new beast crosses your path.

*chapters are arranged in the order they are to be read but track # in parenthesis is as they are on the album

1. Breakin’ Up With a Broken Heart (Track 1)

2. Heartbreak On The Map (Track 3)

3. Save Me The Trouble (Track 2)

4. Neon Cowgirl (Track 11)

Thunder + Birds

5. Heaven + Back (Track 7)

Leads to You

Rocky Road

The Pizza Incident

6. Missing Someone (Track 9)

In The Stars

A Night Out

7. Then Again (Track 6)

8. What Took You So Long (Track 8)

Garden Party

9. For The Both Of Us (Track 5)

You’re a Gem

Words Are Just Words Unless They’re Verbs

10. We Should Get Married (Track 10)

Keep it Move-in

Bound to You

11. Bigger Houses (Track 12)

A Little Rain

12. Always Gonna Be (Track 4)

Drabbles & Extras

Sexy Sasquatch

#ari levinson #ari Levinson smut #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson fluff #masterlist #bigger houses Masterlist #chris evans #mountain ranger ari #mountain ranger! ari x reader #mountain ranger! ari #mountain ranger ari x reader #mount

[gretagerwigsmuse]

I can’t decide which scenario would be hotter…. Bradley and smart Alleck fucking before a dangerous mission or Bradley and smart alleck fucking after Bradley almost dies on a mission and thought he would never see her again. (angst is so hot to me??)

oh SHIT - for the latter scenario, i feel like it would be super interesting if it was smart aleck that was the one really effected by it and they’re both kind of like woah since it’s early in their relationship and they haven’t said i love you yet even though they've said everything but it? and it’s her that’s like “fuck you could’ve died and i would’ve never seen you again?” 

i’m envisioning if she has to pick bradley up after he was in medical for observation after the incident and someone (probably mav or phoenix) tells her what actually happened because we all know bradley wouldn’t say anything? and she’s like super quiet on the way back to his place and is the one driving:

warnings - light smut (is that a thing? they fuck but it’s tender? and kinda sappy? but there’s angst in the beginning. anyway sorry for making you wait so long for this)

waiting room

“would you have told me?” you whispered. “if i didn’t have to pick you up today, would you have told me what happened?”

“no.” bradley didn’t even look at you.

“no?”

“no.”

you scoffed and your hands tightened on the steering wheel. “you don’t think i should know that my - that my boyfriend’s plane crashed into a fucking mountain? that i almost lost - that i might never have seen you again without getting to -” you cut yourself off, not believing you’d almost let the words slip out. 

it was too early.

though bradley finally turned to look at you, he didn’t say anything. you shook your head and then focused back on the road. the rest of the drive, though it was mercifully quick, passed by in silence.

you pulled into his driveway and put the car in park, but didn’t turn it off.

“you have to tell me stuff like that, bradley - and it can be after or before the fact, i don’t care. but if this is going to keep working, you’re going to have to tell me stuff like this.”

he sighed, but it was more weary than exasperated. “i don’t want you to needlessly worry about me -”

“- that’s bullshit. i worry about you every time you go to work - i’d have to be an idiot not to. but i think i worry more when you don’t tell me anything? i’d rather know something than nothing and have to work around your moods like a fucking minefield. there’s two people in this relationship and that means we shoulder the burden together, alright?”

bradley nodded and wordlessly took your hand. he looked so small and young and sad sitting next to you. you brought his hand up to your mouth and kissed it, trying to put all of your love into the simple action. 

“alright.”

“call me later, okay?” you said eventually, loathing having to let him go, but knowing you hadn’t been invited to spend the night - or even inside. you never wanted to overstep or assume. it had barely been three months - hell, he hadn’t even seen you without makeup on yet, to say nothing of inviting yourself over.

when he didn’t respond, you unlocked the doors with a resounding click, but bradley didn’t move. 

“you’re not gonna stay?” he whispered.

“i wasn’t sure if you wanted me to?” you asked in an equally quiet voice. he nodded. “i don’t have any of my stuff with me...”

“we can pull something together, plus it’s friday and i - i don’t want to be alone - i want you - want you to stay.”

you knew you could scrounge together some basic toiletries from your work bag, but didn’t have any clothes in your car besides that morning’s pilates gear. 

but bradley had asked. and you’d do just about anything bradley asked.

“okay.” you turned off the car and the two of you made your way into his house.

you hadn’t been there since sunday morning before the two of you had headed off to torrey pines for the afternoon. but, as usual, bradley’s house was neat and clean and smelled faintly of his tom ford cologne and the stir-fry he’d told you he’d made for dinner last night. 

there was something comforting about his house and the furniture he’d put together - none of it quite matched, not exactly, but it all worked regardless. you liked his worn, brown leather couch and the wide armed oak wood chairs that he’d had shipped from Virginia and that his PS4 was neatly tucked away in his TV cabinet. you liked his massive dinning room table that was just begging to host a dinner party and the kitchen island stocked with practically every kitchen gadget known to man. you liked the white, high thread count sheets he had on his bed and the way he stopped tossing his not-quite-dirty-but-not-quite-clean clothes on the leather chair in his room because you said it looked messy. 

you liked it. you liked the house. you liked the coziness it exuded. because you liked bradley. you really liked bradley.

and today you had almost lost him.

“want me to make you something to eat?” he was looking around the kitchen, but it didn’t seem like he was really focusing on anything. “i can make it while you shower?”

he turned towards you, almost startled. “yeah, that would be good? thanks.”

“cool, just uhh - just holler if you need anything.” and then he gave you a kiss on the forehead and headed upstairs.

while bradley was in the shower, you fished around in his well-stocked refrigerator looking for something to make for dinner. you smiled fondly thinking about how he had way more food - and good food at that - in his fridge than you did in yours. eventually, you decided on some pasta with a side salad.

there were plenty of veggies readily available for you to doctor up the sauce and you had just finished adding the last bit of seasoning to it when bradley came back downstairs.

his hair was still slightly damp and he had thrown on a pair of gym shorts along with a grey UVA crewneck sweatshirt. you felt terribly overdressed in your work clothes.

he came up beside you and peered into the pot. “smells really good.”

“it’s nothing fancy,” you tried to brush his words off, “i just added some stuff to the sauce you already had and made a salad. you’re the cook.”

he chuckled. “only to impress you - i’m serious, any time you come over for dinner i spend like three days before thinking of what to make. penny actually just gave me a couple cookbooks.”

if it was even possible, your heart melted even more. 

you liked him. you liked him so much. 

“really?" he shrugged and ducked his head. “feel like i gotta up my game.”

you strained the pasta and poured the sauce over it and then brought all your plates over to the breakfast nook in the corner. the two of you sat in companionable silence, just letting the events of the afternoon catch up with you. 

it was crazy to think just three hours ago you’d been sitting in your weekly team meeting when your phone lit up with a call from an 858 number. something instinctual had told you to answer it and as soon as the voice on the other end had said we’re calling to inform you that lieutenant commander bradshaw has been in an accident you swept up your laptop and grabbed your tote bag and were out of the building in three minutes. 

the next fifty minutes spent in traffic on I-5 were hell, especially since the number that had called you was only an outgoing number and you hadn’t known what would await you at the med center off base. and then when you finally saw bradley sitting on an exam table with his flight suit tied around his waist, it was like you could breathe again

you liked him. you liked him so much.

pete and natasha had met you in the hallway, telling you there had been an issue with bradley’s engine - the plane had been unsalvageable and he had known to bail out, but the canopy had gotten stuck and he had to eject later than advised, hence the hard landing into a mountainside in the mojave desert. miraculously, he only had a couple scratches and an ice pack on his shoulder. 

he had been lucky. this time.

you frowned, suddenly, snapped out of your reverie. “how did they know to call me?”

bradley’s cheeks colored and he was looking anywhere but at you. he cleared his throat and eventually looked up. “you’re on my list.”

“your list?”

“you know,” he cleared his throat again, “if something happens to me.” your eyes swam with sudden tears, but bradley kept rambling. “i mean, it’s just you - and mav, i mean pete, but he’s normally with me, but yeah. i thought you’d want to know if -”

you got up from the table and wrapped your arms around him. he felt like home and you couldn’t help but burrow your face into his neck. “- bradley -”

he rubbed his hands up and down your back, bunching up your dress. “- which sounds stupid because i literally just told you i don’t want to worry you, but i also want you to know if something bad really does happen to me and i don’t - i don’t walk away with just a sore shoulder.” you squeezed him even tighter, completely ignoring what he’d just said about the sore shoulder.

you liked him. you liked him so much.

“i just didn’t like that you ultimately had to worry for nothing - and i know you said you always worry, so next time something like this happens, i’ll tell you -” you pulled back to glare at him “- not that i’m planning on doing that, but stuff happens.”

bradley sat you on his lap, both your dinners temporarily forgotten. “i know - god, i know.” you cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb along the scars there. “i just - i guess i didn’t realize how close i was to losing you, not when i - i mean i -”

the words caught in your throat for a moment, but bradley’s hopeful expression spurred you on. “- i like you, bradley - a lot. like a lot a lot. and i guess just knowing something could’ve happened to you when we’re just really getting into this scared me and i probably was a little snappier than necessary, so i’m sorry, i was just scared.”

“sweetheart,” he bounced you slightly on his lap, “you know i’m crazy about you, too.”

and just like that, you couldn’t wait another moment and brought your lips to his, kissing him like it was for the last time. without taking a breath, you straddled yourself across his thigh, sliding yourself in between bradley and the table. his hands slid up your thighs, pushing up your checkered crepe dress so your underwear brushed against his bare leg. 

as his hands snaked underneath your dress, you started grinding yourself on his thigh - wanting to be even closer to him. your back arched, inviting his touch, and you sighed as his fingers kneaded your breasts over your bra. his gorgeous, still damp hair was mussed and fluffy from how your own hands were running through it and he sighed against your mouth.

and all you kept thinking was bradley bradley bradley. 

you liked him. you liked him so much. 

“let me take you upstairs...” he mumbled against your neck, his lips peppering you with kisses and his teeth leaving marks you’d find tomorrow.

“you don’t wanna - do this on the kitchen table?” you pulled back, but didn’t get off his thigh. it impressed you how he was able to support your weight.

bradley squeezed your hips and chuckled. “i’m kinda fond of it - don’t want have to buy a new one after it breaks.”

you giggled. “what about the dishes and -”

“- later, later,” he kissed you twice, “gotta make sure my girl’s taken care of first. make sure she knows how much i care about her.”

the two of you dashed upstairs like a pair of teenagers, bumping into the doorframe once you got to bradley’s room. it reminded you of your first time with him after that fateful first date. you pulled at the back of your dress, trying to pull down the zipper, but bradley beat you to it - carefully sliding the zipper down your back and then folding your dress and carefully laying it on the chair in the corner. 

you moaned. the man had merely folded your dress instead of letting it puddle on the floor and your pussy was practically clenching on air. 

your stupid boy. your stupid sweet, kind, thoughtful boy. 

you liked him. you liked him so much.

the two of you finished getting undressed and laid down on the bed, bradley on top of you, clearly trying to be mindful of his sore shoulder.

his hand slid between your bodies and played with your clit before he slipped two fingers inside you. you whimpered, desperate for him. “that’s my girl, could feel you dripping on my thigh downstairs.”

normally, you would have savored his touch, gotten lost in the foreplay. but tonight you just wanted him - wanted bradley. 

“bubs, i don’t - i just need you inside me...”

he groaned your name. “you’re so - fuck.” he rubbed his cock along your slit, but didn’t put it inside yet. “you’re so wet for me. you want me to lick that pretty pussy of yours? or do you want me to fuck you?” 

you nodded, nuzzling into his neck and pressing butterfly kisses to his shoulder. suddenly, he pinched your clit and you cried out. “gotta use your words - don’t wanna have to ask again...”

“i want you to fuck me,” you whined. “please fuck me.”

bradley chuckled. “well if you’re gonna beg me...” without letting another moment go to waste, he slipped inside you. 

every time bradley fucked you it felt like the first time. and to know that today you were almost robbed of that chance to do this again - to be with him like it was the first time - made you pull him closer, not wanting there to be an inch - a centimeter - separating the two of you. proving to him and proving to yourself that he was there - he was alive and beautiful and good and yours. 

“i can’t believe you’re mine,” bradley whispered against your neck, unknowingly repeating your thoughts.

and you loved him. you loved him so much.

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a/n - that was fun!

#asks #bradley and smart aleck #also want to do something with him being like wicked hyped up on adrenaline and having to call her at work or something #i literally wrote this in two hours sorry #bradley fic #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #edit: THE TYPOS IM EMBARRASSED

[cirrus-ghoulette]

Ghouls don't normally get sick, but Dew somehow gets travel sick, and he gets travel sick every single time they tour.

He's fine with flying, but there's just something about the tour bus and the winding roads and the long stints of driving that absolutely flip his stomach.

At first, he managed to hide it well. He'd stay quiet when he was feeling poorly, then he'd take himself to the bathroom as needed, hoping that no one smelled the acidic smell every time he exited the bathroom.

One day, however, he had an accident and didn't make it. He'd woken up from a nap feeling dizzy and the bus had lurched round a corner, and then his breakfast was suddenly in his lap and on the floor.

The bus had pulled over so that the ghouls could clean the interior, and so that Dew could get changed and get some fresh air to hopefully settle his stomach. Even Copia had pitched in with cleaning the bus.

After that incident, the band kept a closer eye on Dew. They started to notice how he tried to sleep it off, how he'd literally tinge green, how he'd overheat, how his eyes would frost over, and he'd sway dizzily, even when sat upright. Swiss had only just managed to get a plastic bag under Dew's chin before the second accident.

The third time, Mountain offered him some peppermint leafs the moment he saw Dew sway. It had helped keep the nausea at bay, and thankfully Dew managed to reach the bathroom that time.

The forth time, Cumulus noticed how warm he was when she touched his arm in passing. She stopped on her journey through the bus, helped tie his hair back into a bun, and pressed her hand to his forehead, using her essence to cool him down to a regular temperature.

After that, the ghouls learned to keep a new duffle bag on the bus. Nicknamed Dew's 'travel bag', to save the ghoul from any unnecessary embarrassment, it contained a plethora of items to keep the travel sickness away.

Mint imperials, mint chewing gum, anti sickness tablets (they were human strength, the ghouls had no idea if they'd work on Dew), mini bottles of water, disposable emesis bowls, wipes, and hand sanitiser. A whole other section of the bag was filled with cleaning supplies, if one of the ghouls didn't quite grab one of the bowls in time.

Nowadays, Dew feels more confident in the tour bus. He still gets travel sick, but with the preventative measures, it isn't as often.

When he does feel poorly, he knows he's going to be well cared for. He'll lay on his side on one of the sofas, his head in Cirrus's lap while she strokes his hair and encourages his temperature to lower with her soft touches. He'll chew on some gum, his arm wrapped around the disposable sick bowl like a lifeline, while Aether has his feet in his lap, a hand wrapped around his bare ankle, lessening his nausea with his quintessence.

#ghost #ghost band #Headcanons #Headcanon #Sickfic #Sick headcanon #Sickfic headcanon #Hc #Dew #Dewdrop #Dewdrop ghoul #My headcanons #Sodo #My works #Sodo ghost #Papa emeritus #papa emeritus 4 #papa emeritus iv #Cirrus #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #Aether #Aether ghost

[lunar-rcp]

could you do something with Roy being cared for by Poli. I don’t mind it being anything, I just want my favorite character to be comforted—Kidshowsarecool

Putting out your flames of emotions

# . . ! tags; fluff/angst (mostly on roy's part, though)

Having achieved his dream of being a recuse member, he already had his life set in stone. Saving others from unfortunate incidents.

However, the firetruck never could save himself at times. (Which was, mostly.)

And today was one of those days.

Roy sighed wearily, his gaze saddening as he closed the electrical panel after inspecting it thoroughly at Mr.Builders place. Today was quite the exhausting day, even the overworking fire truck could admit that to himself. It was one of those days where he just wanted to quit and imagine himself laying onto his bed, happy to even hear his own thoughts.

But, he couldn't. He had to please others around him, that was the goal he set for himself.

“Roy!” Mr.Builder yelled with glee as he approached the firetruck, quickly making Roy snap out of his carousel of thoughts.

“O-Oh! Erm, ah-..” Roy fiddled with his fingers, desperately trying to compose himself as quickly as possible. He couldn't just show off this state to anyone. Even his own rescue team. The firetruck despised it when anyone would worry about him. He was fine. 

Well, he thought he was fine.

“..Yes?” Which was what he managed to mutter out, cringing at his own answer. His eyebrows furrowing, pondering as to why he just didn't feel his best.

“Seems like you've finished ya work here? Well, that's great! Oh, and also–” Mr.Builder suddenly tilted his head, taking notice of how dull the firetrucks expression was. “Hey, Roy? What's with the long face? Is your day not going swell?..” Mr.Builder spoke with a concerned tone. In response, Roy shook his hands frantically.

“Oh, nono! Don't worry, don't worry! I'm just fine!”

Roy gulped. He just lied. But, he didn't want to worry anyone about his day.

His day contained of bratty children screaming at the firetruck, all because he was concerned for their safety. He also had to set out many fires, having to face families look at their now charred houses.

..But he couldn't tell Mr.Builder that.

“Ya sure? Well, can't be helped! I'm just a big worrywart, aha.” Mr.Builder scratched his head, chuckling. “As I was sayin’, could ya check out some fallen signs in the mountains? Me and my team jus’ don't have the time with the new construction.” 

He didn't want to. But, what could he say? He'd rather toss his emotions into a bottle and ship it overseas than to face a disappointed citizen's face. “Oh, of course Mr.Builder. I'll get on to it.” Roy spoke with a quiet soft sigh, saying his goodbyes and transforming into his vehicle form to drive off to the mountains. 

. . .

The police car was patrolling the road to the mountains, humming softly along with the whimsical tunes of birds chirping. 

Poli stopped his humming when he spotted quite the familiar red silhouette from the distance, it wouldn't take a genius to find out who that red paint belonged to.

“Roy! Hey, Roy!”

Roy stopped in his tracks. He knew Poli too well; and so did Poli. It would take a matter of seconds for the police car to find out that something wasn't right.

‘Pretend you didn't see him, pretend you didn't see him..’ Roy talked to himself in a whispered tone, swiftly turning around and driving the other way. To which leaving the police car puzzled.

“Huh? What's going on?” Poli raised an eyebrow, this wasn't like Roy. Concerned, Poli started to drive towards Roy's direction.

“Roy! C'mon, what's up?” Ack. That concerned tone left a bitter taste in Roy's mouth and heart. The guilt started to settle in, and so were emotions that started to bubble.

“..D-Don't..-” Roy swallowed his stutters, his voice obviously cracking. This only added to Poli's concerns. “Don't worry, I'm, u-uh.. fine.” The guilt at last has come up to the surface as his eyes were pricked with bubbles of tears. Roy refused to face Poli, not in this way. He needed to escape the situation. “U-Uhm, gotta go. See you.” The firetruck started to drive away, his tears already spilling on his frame.

“..Roy? Wait, no! Roy!” Before Roy could react, Poli sped right in front of him. No surprise for the fastest car in Broomstown. “Roy, you're acting off. Please tell me wha-” Poli stopped his rambles of questions to a halt when he saw tears bubbling in the beady eyes of the firetruck. “Oh, Roy..” Poli sighed sadly, driving closer next to his best friend, touching his tire against his.

And that was the final arrow to break the bottle of emotions as Roy started to sob. The guilt completely ate his composure away. “I'm- I..! S-So..” Roy choked on his words, only to be interrupted by his sobs.

“Shh,” Poli shushed the firetruck, softly rubbing against his tire. “It will be okay. Just spill it all out, friend.” 

. . .

After Roy finally had calmed down from this aching moment, the two had transformed and were sitting on the hills of Galaxy hill, admiring the view while Roy had finally talked out his problems.

“Ah, so that's what happened.” Poli sighed with a hint of frustration. Those damn kids.. He'll be sure to speak to their parents after this ordeal. “Thank you for telling me, Roy. But you could have told me sooner.” 

“I'm sorry..” Roy looked down to his hands. “I just, don't want to worry anyone. Everyone always has this image of me being the strongest, and I just have to keep to that expected image of theirs.”

“Not true, I don't.”

“What?” Roy was rather surprised by this answer, his mouth slightly open.

“Sure, you're the strongest and can lift an entire boulder with ease. But that doesn't mean you always have to throw your feelings way like nothing. I care about you, Roy. And so does the entire team as well. We all care about you.” Poli smiled at him, a glint of appreciation in his eyes. Roy has always protected the town with such care.

And now it was his turn to take care of Roy.

Roy's mouth was about to open to say something, but he was met by an embrace from the police car.

“P-Poli, I..” A tear formed in his eye. But this was a happy one. “Thank you, Poli.” Roy hugged him back tightly, finally finding his usual warm smile plastered on his face.

“Roy, I'll be there for you, whenever and wherever.

Word count: 1090 !

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wow, this was an emotional one shot. thank you for the ask !

#robocar poli #roy #poli #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #oneshot #kidshow #rcp

[vvvvivi567890]

Chinese LeoKlein & KleinLeo Fic Recs

(Last Updated: Apr. 11. 2024)

I was gonna put this in a huge post but apparently theres a limit to the number of links you can have in a post here you go

One Shots:

How to Act as a Midnight Poet by star-farming

Deacon Mitchell has a Crush by cherishqiao

Mr. Star is so Scary! by yuzhanbiluo

Can Stalking Be Considered a Chance Encounter? by huankonglongying

Incident of Image Collapse of Poet Classmate by wokeyicaiddanwocpbixutietie

Tingen, Klein trades his sexuality for money

My Former Colleague is Now My Summoning Spirit by fengju840

I Recognize Your Breath When We Kiss by woodyo

Pallez Wants to Change Parasite by gulyer

Leonard, Are You in Love? by burklend160

Looking at the Mountains and Missing Them by smallskywww

Post-book 1, when Klein is sleeping

Leonard Just Wants to Fall in Love by smallskywww

Tingen, s8 Leonard x s8 Klein

Klein Wants Leonard to Learn to Say No by cielianx

But Parents on Both Sides Can't Stand It Anymore by 2014today

Possession Beyond the Line by ws40423

All chapters of the series are integrated into the final chapter linked above (i spent hours trying to find the previous ones on their account and then pondering if it was deleted before just reading it and realizing that its all in one post hahahaha ha ha...)

Family Banquet by beijishouweizhe

AU where there weren't any casualties during the Megose incident; Melissa is worried about Klein coming home late and tired so Klein lies and says he's seeing someone

To Klein Who Will Eventually Wake Up by genkimori

After Klein wakes up, he follows Leonard's letters to regain his humanity

The Pros and Cons of Fate by beijishouweizhe

Leonard's Bucket List by beijishouweizhe

A Secret by xinjinjumin741787426675

Tingen; Klein moves in with Leonard after joining the nighthawks so Leonard can monitor him

Encounter on a Narrow Road by zhujianqingjiu

If Gehrman’s vest had not been taken off

A Sincere Confession by zhujianqingjiu

Gehrman gets caught by the Red Gloves after infiltrating Chanis Gate

You Must Kill the Opponent 100 Times by annlova

That Deacon is Paid to Fish by ailikesitudou

Although a certain senior deacon is sitting at his desk seriously, seemingly immersed in writing a report, in fact he is just writing a love poem

Complete:

The Goddess Suddenly Doesn't Want to Let Cats Go Anymore by kapuayi: 1, 2, 3, 4 (END)

Before Klein is promoted to s5, red gloves catch Gehrman

Klein Became a Spirit?; Gehrman Abducted Back to the Church (END) by qinglinyanyu

Delusion; A Cup Sweet Ice Tea Just For You (END) by genkimori

A World Without Leonard by cherishqiao: 1, 2, 3 (END)

Double Crisis by zhujianqingjiu: 1, 2, 3 (END)

Leonard thinks that Klein is in an abusive relationship with Dwayne

Incomplete:

Take Your Tears to Gently Embrace Those Colors by hanpeiwen: 1 (Last Updated: Jul. 04. 2020)

When you fall in love with someone, you will see colors

A Kind-Hearted Adventurer Passing By by bethel614882: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 (Last Updated: Jan. 14. 2024)

Will Former Colleague Red Glove Dream of the Crazy Adventurer of the Five Seas by zhuomeng518: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Last Updated: Sep. 09. 2023)

Body swap with Leonard and Gehrman

Benson's Troubles by bingjingming: 1, 2, (Last Updated: Mar. 10. 2024)

Is There Anything Wrong With the Lover I Thought Was an Ordinary Person but Turned Out to Be a Extraordinary Person? by kuailedantuiren: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (Last Updated: Oct 25. 2020)

The Cat Caught Naked Behind Chanis Gate by lossdragonluosi: 1 (Last Updated: Feb. 15. 2024)

It's a Secret by heilangbushilang: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 (Last Updated: Jan. 11. 2024)

Before Dawn by renaissance92629: 1, (Last Updated: Mar. 20. 2024)

After facing numerous attacks as Gehrman because of a bounty on him, Klein looks for a place to stay until things calm down and accidentally moves in with Leonard

Brother, We are a Bit Ambiguous by xinjinjumin4545033: 1, (Last Updated: Mar. 21. 2024)

Does Mr. Red Glove Keep Cats in Captivity? by xinjinjumin4545033: Preface, 1, (Last Updated: Feb. 29. 2024)

Gehrman gains the weakness of fearing lies from death knell, loses his disguise, and gets caught by Leonard

#lotm #lord of the mysteries #leoklein #诡秘之主 #fic recs

[onboardsorasora]

in honor of a maxiel second row for the mexico gp…what if Enchanted AU update? (On your own time frame tho 😅)

Hi Nonnie! I woke up to this and said 'they're absolutely correct'. I'd started something a few days ago but didn't know where I wanted to take it. And this prompt along with yesterday pointed me in this direction. I hope you like it! Its also unedited, so hopefully it reads well and has no mistakes lol

Part 1 | Part 11

Part 12

Daniel cackled gleefully as the wind blew through his long curls. They were driving through the hills, like Max pinky promised they would, and he was having the best time. They've been cruising for what felt like hours and when they got to empty strips of road; they’d floor it like a drag race. 

Daniel’s favorite part might be when Max grabs for the hand hold overhead. He always enjoyed making his Dad do it, Michelle was harder because she knew his driving style by now. Max had been a whole new challenge, being a race car driver used to high speeds. But Daniel had been excited to learn that all it took to break Max was drifting around a blind corner going down the mountain road. 

It was exhilarating.

Daniel pulled off to the ridge that had a bannister and bench– boasting a lovely view of the sunset over the city.

He all but jumped out of the sports car positively vibrating with happy energy. Chelle would call it his zoomies. He needed to sing, he needed to run with a horse! He wanted to tear his shirt off!

"Don't do that." Max came out of the car, catching his breath.

Daniel's mouth snapped shut, apparently he was singing. A bird flapped its wings overhead and landed in his curls. Daniel bounced from leg to leg, the wide grin set on his face like clay.

Max eyed him consideringly, a small smile on his face. He armed the car and slipped the key fob into the pocket of his pants.

"Hey Daniel?" It was comical how quickly Daniel's head snapped over to his direction, his brown eyes were wide and sparkling.

"Yeah Maxy?" Daniel bit the cuticle on his thumb, waiting for Max's next words. He didn't expect them though.

"Race you!" Max yelled and then he was off like a bullet. Daniel squaked in outrage before apologizing to the bird on his head and running off after the race car driver.

Max lead him into a short copse of trees where they zig zagged through the foliage in an approximation of tag. Daniel laughed joyously, waving to the different animals that came to watch or lead them in different directions. Obstacles were added by a deer that knew a "better path". And a family of rabbits wanted Daniel to win!

Before long they collapsed in a sunny spot, giggling intermittently. Max's face was flushed from exertion and Daniel couldn't look away. He knew he was equally flushed and sweaty, but Max was lovely.

"Where did you learn to drive like that?" Max broke the silence first.

"My dad taught me. I wanted to run with the horses but it wasn't the safest idea, he'd said. So we drove his truck alongside the herd." Daniel preened, Max liked his driving.

"You learned to drift because of horses?" Max's disbelief was clear. Daniel cackled.

"No!" He sang. "I taught myself to drift to scare Papa. He was always so cool and calm so I wanted to ruffle him a little. It was Joey's idea to scare him. Joey's an alpaca."

Max nodded with a snort. He could see that. Joe was always the silent luker in his calls with Michelle. Like he was watching and waiting for any slip ups. He was very protective. Max supposed they truly needed to be. 

He'd only just gotten back into good graces after the video incident.

"You could've been a racer." Max said offhandedly and Daniel's eyes widened comically. 

He'd been playing with the grass by his hips and before he knew it he found himself on his back with an armful of Daniel. He was hugging Max so tightly.

Daniel leaned backwards a little, hovering over Max with the widest grin, so wide his eyes almost disappeared in their crescents. Daniel positively glowed and his tattoos that had been merely fluttering in the afterglow of their playing were moving almost wildly. Wings fluttering, petals blooming, legs dancing– the works.

"Thank you Maxy. That means a lot." Was all Daniel said and Max knew that there was more to it. But he wouldn't focus on that right now. Not when Daniel was looking so lovely above him, glowing under the rays of the sun.

Part 13

#Daniel vibrating with happiness that he starts bouncing and giggling is my fave brand of drugs #maxiel #max/daniel #disney princess dan #enchanted au

[vickyvicarious]

Mina and Van Helsing's journey towards the castle today has several alarming points of comparison with Dracula and Jonathan's journey. Here's just a couple that stood out to me today:

This state of excitement kept on for some little time; and at last we saw before us the Pass opening out on the eastern side. There were dark, rolling clouds overhead, and in the air the heavy, oppressive sense of thunder. It seemed as though the mountain range had separated two atmospheres, and that now we had got into the thunderous one.

Jonathan

It is now not far off sunset time, and over the snow the light of the sun flow in big yellow flood. For we are going up, and up; and all is oh! so wild and rocky, as though it were the end of the world.

Van Helsing

Both Jonathan and Van Helsing experience a sensation of crossing from one land/reality into a new, much more dangerous one. I love the idea that there is a palpable sense as you begin to enter into Dracula's territory, and it always brings unease though you may attribute it to weather or to scenery.

Then, amongst a chorus of screams from the peasants and a universal crossing of themselves, a calèche, with four horses, drove up behind us, overtook us, and drew up beside the coach. I could see from the flash of our lamps, as the rays fell on them, that the horses were coal-black and splendid animals. They were driven by a tall man, with a long brown beard and a great black hat, which seemed to hide his face from us. I could only see the gleam of a pair of very bright eyes, which seemed red in the lamplight, as he turned to us.

Dracula

Then she woke, bright and radiant and we go on our way and soon reach the Pass. At this time and place, she become all on fire with zeal; some new guiding power be in her manifested, for she point to a road and say:— "This is the way."

Mina

The sudden burst of vigor Mina experiences upon reaching the Pass reminds me a lot of Dracula's dramatic entry there. He appears in a sudden moment, surprising and terrifying the other passengers, and he is full of strength. Mina is dressed all in black and possibly still hiding her face with her veil now as well, but she shares Dracula's "bright eyes", at least later on in the entry, when she watches Van Helsing sleep.

I think I must have fallen asleep and kept dreaming of the incident, for it seemed to be repeated endlessly, and now looking back, it is like a sort of awful nightmare.

Jonathan

Then we go on for long, long hours and hours. At the first, I tell Madam Mina to sleep; she try, and she succeed. She sleep all the time; till at the last, I feel myself to suspicious grow, and attempt to wake her. But she sleep on, and I may not wake her though I try. I do not wish to try too hard lest I harm her; for I know that she have suffer much, and sleep at times be all-in-all to her. I think I drowse myself, for all of sudden I feel guilt, as though I have done something; I find myself bolt up, with the reins in my hand, and the good horses go along jog, jog, just as ever.

Van Helsing

Both Jonathan and Van Helsing felt the long hours of the journey, the same experience seeming to repeat endlessly in a way that makes them feel they must have been sleeping despite their fear and their efforts to stay awake. I don't doubt that they both do fall asleep repeatedly, at least briefly (and this is echoed again for Van Helsing when he tries to keep watch during the night). Mina's deep sleep in this part of the journey also acts as a kind of contrast to Jonathan, especially if you believe that he was supposed to be hypnotized/drugged into sleep and only partially resisted because he was wearing his protective gifts/didn't drink the brandy. Mina here is almost an example of a what-if Jonathan had been fully under Dracula's influence on that journey. Especially since once again her 'sleeping so hard she can't be woken' state reminds me of Jonathan's trance sleep on 3 October.

I found supper already laid out. My host, who stood on one side of the great fireplace, leaning against the stonework, made a graceful wave of his hand to the table, and said: "I pray you, be seated and sup how you please. You will, I trust, excuse me that I do not join you; but I have dined already, and I do not sup."

Dracula

Then when I return to the fire she have my supper ready. I go to help her; but she smile, and tell me that she have eat already—that she was so hungry that she would not wait. I like it not, and I have grave doubts; but I fear to affright her, and so I am silent of it. She help me and I eat alone;

Mina

And another worrying echo of Dracula in Mina. We know the reason Dracula prepared Jonathan's meal and said he already ate was because as a vampire he had no desire to eat human food, and maybe he had in fact already supped on someone's blood. So when Mina does the same thing for Van Helsing here, it feels deeply reminiscent in a way that makes us wonder... did she not want to eat because she is too vampiric, and lie in order not to worry him? Was she telling the truth? Or does she dine the same way Dracula does - perhaps not then but later in the night, when Van Helsing keeps falling asleep to find her watching him with her bright eyes, and wakes in the morning to find her sleeping once again, healthier and redder than before?

He doesn't know. And he's afraid to confront the possibility by asking, for her sake as well as his own.

#dracula daily #mina murray #count dracula #van helsing #jonathan harker

[winterfleursblog]

𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 (𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍)

A sequel to "After the storm"

☆ Pairing: Nanami x Fem!reader

☆ Genre: Alternate Reality, Comfort, Fluff

☆ Synopsis: What's a better thing to do than to stroll down a snowy street with the one you love? It's Christmas eve, and both you and Nanami had just gotten out of the hospital. Although both of you were still recovering from major injuries, Nanami was determined to make this Christmas special, 'cause he didn't want to waste anymore time.

☆ Warnings: None, actually, just that the plot doesn't follow along with the manga's ending of the Shibuya incident.

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Hokkaido is such a lovely place--the snowflakes fall from the heavens to blanket the earth and the mountains are seemingly cloaked with cotton balls due to the snow. However, none of these compare to the beauty of your lover beside you, holding your hand. He's wearing an eye patch, his right arm is covered in bandages, and any beauty expert would tell you that he looks like a disaster right now, but your rapidly beating heart says otherwise.

Nanami, in a soft voice, asked nicely, and all you could feel were the butterflies in your stomach every time you catch a glimpse of him.

It's 8 pm, and snow was falling while you walk down a quiet overlooking street hand by hand.

"Are you cold?"

"No, I'm fine."

While walking towards the highest spot in the street, you noticed something—your lover seemed to be lost in thought, touching his eye patch at times. Although his expression showed no signs of discomfort, you were worried.

Looking around, you saw very few distant people, which was expected since the overlooking spot was only known by natives. Breaking the silence, you suddenly hugged Nanami from the front.

"I love you, Kento~"

This gesture took him aback as it was out of the blue, and you usually use pet names like "darling" and "love" to call him.

He reciprocated your action and engulfed you in his arms.

"I love you too y/n."

Noticing that he finally smiled, you decided to shower him with affection to get whatever was on his mind off.

"My sweetheart looks so handsome, especially under the snow."

This was followed with a kiss, and he couldn't help but blush.

"Am I really still handsome to you?"

Although he was smiling, you knew that this is what he'd been thinking of for the past few minutes. The answer to his question was of course, yes. However, a simple yes couldn't express your feelings right now.

"Hmm....well if it was my first time meeting you right now.. I'd ask for your number. But since it's been 4 years since we've been with each other, I, as a woman, will ask for your hand in marriage. Does that answer your question, dear?"

Flattered by your response, the blonde man couldn't hide his blush and was speechless.

"Oh, and I definitely mean what I say."

Without wasting a second, he hugged you tightly as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

"I could say the same, my wife."

Now, it was your turn to be flustered. He never used the term "wife" before, and hearing it for the first time made your heart beat fast. Before having a chance to respond to him, he held your hand and took you along.

You finally reached the highest peak of the elevated street, and you could see the busy roads and colorful lights of the buildings.

"Hey, y/n, do you have any last words as [y/n full name]"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"'Cause by Christmas next year, you'll no longer be Ms. [y/n surname], you'll be Mrs. Nanami."

Your lover's sincere smile, accompanied by his sweet words melted your heart. Although he proposed to you the night that the Shibuya incident occurred, he never had the chance to give you the ring because of the rapid turn of events.

Nanami got down on one knee, and reached for a box on his pocket.

"I can no longer imagine a life without you. Whenever I think of Kuantan, Malaysia, I only see us, living under one roof."

"I promise to protect you, even if it costs me my life."

"Of course, dear. I'll marry you in every lifetime we're together."

"Formally, this time, will you marry me?"

This was probably one of the best moments in your life. Everything was just so...perfect.

Gently holding your hand, he placed the ring on your ring finger.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Nanami. I hope to spend all my Christmas days with you."

No other words had to be said. He first cupped your cheeks and seconds after, your lips met each other. The kiss, innocent at first, turned passionate. Sure, he didn't give a speech on why he wanted to marry you, but his lips did all the talking.

After sharing a passionate kiss in the secluded area of the mountain, you two enjoyed the view for a while and went back to your rented cabin right after.

All you wished for was a second chance in life, but somehow, you even got a better—no, actually, the best one ahead.

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Notes: ART ISN'T MINE ! It belongs to @aozora1227 on twt.

As you've seen, this IS a sequel, so read the my first fic to understand it better (After the storm).

#jjk #jjk spoilers #nanami comfort #nanami kento #au #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #alternate reality #jujutsu kaisen #comfort #christmas #fluff and romance

[hazel-of-sodor]

5 till Midnight

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Samantha was almost asleep when she heard it, the soft chuffs of an engine rolling down the line. She sat up with a frown, no train was supposed to be running that night. Nicole groaned beside her as she got up and walked to the front door, peering through the curtains.

"What is it?" Nicole asked sleepily as she joined her.

"Who do you think?" She said wryly, opening the door to reveal their engine scowling at her snowplow groggily.

Samantha walked up to the No.1, "Not that I'm not happy to see you Cass, but is there a reason you're at our apartment at 5 till midnight?"

"On Christmas Eve no less," Nicole muttered grouchily.

"Sorry," the tank engine winced, stretching sleepily, "but the Lady is calling me, and you said to let you know when I need help..." She trailed off hesitantly.

"I did," Samantha said, wiping her face tiredly, "it's better than you going off alone."

"Thank you." Cassandra sounded distinctly relieved. 

Nicole climbed into the cab grumbling, while Samantha looked over their engine, She was less familiar with Cassandra than Thomas, for all they were the same engine. 

"Who are we helping? She asked as she checked the lubricator's oil levels.

"An engine from the North." Cassandra answered simply, "Due to...ah...mishaps, She's having to stop her run to repair her brake lines. Her train is essential and cannot be late, so we're running the part she needs to her."

"Hmm... and where is the part?"

"One of my spares should work for the night."

Samantha snorts, "I've never understood you keeping spare brake parts in your toolbox.

"I'm not giving James the satisfaction."

Samantha laughed, "Wasn't that over fifty years ago, when will you all let the bootlace incident go?"

"When someone else makes that mistake, and by the Lady it won't be me."

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Soon they were running down the line smoothly, Cassandra humming softly as they rolled into the Hackenbeck Tunnel.

When they exited the tunnel, Samantha was expecting to see the cutting with Mrs.Kindley's house sitting above it. Instead, they emerged into a small town she had not seen before, nestled at the base of a mountain.

The two tracks ran down the middle of the street, and when she glanced back they had seeming come from a road tunnel. On the line opposite of them, a long American passenger train stood, with large blue and red coaches towering over Casandra.

The tank engine rolled slowly alongside, seemingly unbothered by where they were, whistling softly to the children waving from the windows of the coaches.

They pulled alongside the massive engine at the head, a massive 2-8-4 Berkshire with the number 1225 on her cab sides, who for all her size looked like a kicked puppy 

"Need a bootlace, Noelle?"

The Berkshire immediately perked up, "Cassandra! What are you doing here?"

"Your controller asked the Lady for help and she sent me."

Noelle blinked, "How did the boss know?"

A young woman, slightly older than Samantha walked up, her hair tucked into an American conductor's uniform.

"The boss always knows." She said with amusement. "How else would he make his lists?"

"Are we going to ignore the fact we're not on Sodor anymore?" Nicole interjected, "Last I checked the Hackenbeck tunnel didn't lead to...where are we?"

"New Haven, Pennsylvania." Noelle's driver answered leaning out of her cab. "Don't worry you get used to it."

"I seriously hope not," Nicole grumbled as she climbed down, toolbox in hand.

Samantha shook her head and followed her firewoman.

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The repairs progressed quickly, and Noelle soon set off again, her whistle echoing in the distance as she raced away. Samantha and Nicole climbed into Cassandra's cab and reversed back into the tunnel, emerging back at Hackenbeck. They ran down the line quietly, the old sounds the hum of the rails beneath Cassandra and her puffing. Finally, Cassandra stopped outside their apartment, with an exhausted sigh.

Samantha looked at her concern, "Are you going to make it back to the sheds?"

Before the engine could answer a bell was heard and Toby rounded the corner.

"Need a tow, Cassandra?" The trams asked.

"Please." Cassandra yawned.

They bid their farewells and Toby pulled Cassandra back to the sheds.

Nicole glanced at the clock as she shed their coats.

"Our clock is broken."

Samantha glanced towards the clock, which still read 5 till midnight.

"We'll deal with it in the morning."

Together the two made their way to bed, ready for sleep and Christmas morning.

A/N:Hello Loves! I threw this together for a Christmas Special. Yes the American Express train is exactly who you think it is, and her crew are the kids from its movie, all grown up. It has been alluded to Thomas occasionally presenting Fem in my headcanon posts, but this is the first time Cassandra has actually appeared in a fic. I haven't 100% decided if this fic is strictly canon in my AU, but for now it is. Love Y'all and Merry Christmas! Hazel of Sodor.

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[eleni-cherie]

a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - intro

"so eager to be in a headlock again?"

"only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

[sequel to 'among thieves || bts • pjm' - can be read independently!!]

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Tainan, Taiwan

Yoongi was mindlessly tapping his finger on the stirring wheel, feeling sweat beads forming on his forehead despite the car window being cranked down. The car wasn't moving, being stuck in a traffic jam. Nothing new in that city. Making open windows quite useless and the broken a/c wasn't helping. At least he wasn't on his motorbike, he tried arguing to stay positive, the car shielding him from the sun.

He dragged a sigh, resting his arm on the window frame and letting his elbow peak out into the sun light. The summer warmth was close to unbearable to him, the heat literally visibly ascending from the asphalt and creating a hazy atmosphere.

His hand reached out to the water bottle on the passenger seat and he took a few long gulps. It was disgustingly warm as well, but better than getting dehydrated.

He switched on the car radio then in hopes of getting any information of what was going on and why they weren't moving. Hoping he wouldn't have to wait more.

"- looks like the car is being picked up right now and police prepare to open the road again. A spokesperson said the incident wasn't severe with no one getting injured, so the regular flow should be restored soon. Stay tuned for more lo-"

He immediately switched it off, groaning despite the glimpse of hope they could move soon.

Only merely twenty minutes had passed since he had returned to the city and he was already regretting it. Missing the lower and more comfortable temperatures in the mountains along with the peace and silence of the temple he had spent those past few months at.

He needed to return, though. Not only because he had to resocialize again since being totally disconnected from anything and everyone and only focusing on meditating and his sword training would eventually turn him into a hermit. He had also missed his friends. And food that wasn't just composed of vegetables, broth and rice. He'd missed meat.

His phone rang then and he didn't need to look at the caller to guess who it was. 

"Hey! So you coming back today, right?"

"Yeah, I'm already in the city," he explained with a sigh, "There's a traffic jam though, that's why I'm still not home."

Taehyung hummed on the other side. "What a bad timing," he mumbled, before his voice became cheerful again. "But I'm glad you're finally back. We missed you."

Yoongi smiled. Yeah, he had missed them, too. Taehyung, Cassandra, Jimin and even Arabella. Who would've thought he'd ever miss Arabella. "Yeah, I missed you guys, too," he quietly said, coughing then. "They said it'll move soon."

"Okay, well.. if you want, you can come over later. Or we can go out."

"Sure."

"Alright, see you later then?"

"Yeah, later."

And they hung up. 

Yoongi tossed the phone back on the passenger seat. His gaze back to the honking cars in front of him. Noticing some in the front to be slowly moving and he sighed in relief. Finally-

He was about to start the engine as well when the sound of the backdoor opening caught him off-guard. His eyes widened, ready to grab his sword from the passenger seat when he caught a young women panting and stooping in the backseat, sinking as low as possible without falling over the edge.

"Drive!" she whisper-shouted. Sticking her head up just a little bit, only to duck it down just as fast again. Her eyes growing round in panic and she sunk more into her seat. Causing Yoongi's forehead to cease in confusion about who that women was and why she was in his car.

"Wh-"

"Don't look at me! Just drive!"

"Hey, listen I don't-" However, he was cut off by the sudden yells and his eyes spotted numerous men squeezing themselves between the stopped cars in the side mirror. Seemingly in a hurry.

"Go, go, go! She must be here somewhere!" one of them shouted while running ahead and appearing only two cars behind them. The women shot Yoongi a pleading look and he instantly understood. They were looking for her.  And they didn't seem like wanting to award her. No. They rather seemed like throuble. Serious trouble.

He sat back in his seat, his eyes staring ahead again. Making an effort in looking as casual as possible while his hand slowly reached for his sword, just in case.

The suspicious looking men came closer, scanning through the numerous stopped vehicles in search for her. Yoongi observed her from the rareview mirror. She had her eyes darted outside and she slid further down, as if she tried turning invisible. He could only assume she was scared as her face didn't show any signs of it anymore. Her jaw was tense and her eyes fierce. Looking determinded to jump onto anyone who dared opening the car door to try drag her out.

His eyes wandered to the side-mirror again, noticing one of the men had almost reached them. His gaze darkening as his thumb slid the shaft of his katana out when he saw the cars right in front of them moving. The traffic jam having dissolved.

Without thinking twice, he instantly switched gears and floored the gas pedal. Rushing off before anyone could even catch a glimpse of his backseat. Finally sensing a somewhat cooling breeze against his damp skin as the car sped up.

A long breath escaped his lips then, feeling relieved for some reason despite not being the one getting chased or even knowing what was going on.

"That was close," he mumbled then and peeked at the rareview mirror, seeing the women also dragging a long sigh in relief. "You should be good now."

She slowly pushed herself up the seat, sitting straight. Taking one last glance over her shoulder to assure her chasers were out of sight. Her lips forming a small grin then and she looked back at him. "Thanks for the help." She threw her head back then, closing her eyes for a moment. "I really thought they'd get me this time."

He arched a brow at her as he left the main road. "'This time'?" he repeated. "So this happened before?"

She shrugged. "Yeah, they're quite persistent."

He hummed, focusing back on the road. He figured she wouldn't tell him, a stranger, who those men were and why they were after her anyway, so he didn't even try.

"You can drop me at the next traffic light," the women said then and leaned forward. Folding her arm on the corner of his seat while pointing ahead.

He frowned at her.

"You sure? I can drive you home if you want. In case you encounter those guys again," he offered, being genuinely worried for the stranger with the feline eyes and raven hair. She shook her head though, declining with a smile. "It's alright. Can't go back home anyway because of them."

"Then maybe a hotel?"

She glanced at him for a moment, narrowing her eyes on him while trying deciphering his intentions. "You're quite sweet for a stranger, unless you're a murderer and that's why you're being so friendly," she giggled then, "But no, seriously, it's fine. I can handle myself."

He didn't show how flustered he felt by her calling him something as random as 'sweet'. Only humming at her response. And the car came to a halt right when the traffic light turned red. 

"Thanks again for.. you know, being my getaway car," the women waved when she got out and before he knew she had already walked off. His brows furrowing at direction she had disappeared to. "What a strange girl.." he whispered to himself.

Driving off as soon as the light turned back green.

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[monaskydancer]

Into the West - Chapter 1

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fOC

Genre: romance, adventure, drama

Summary: The peaceful life of a farmgirl turns upside down one day as a brutal incident took everything she loved. With luck on her side she finds a new family. A family of outlaws and misfits, always on the hunt for the next big score. Her one constant in this new life is Arthur Morgan. The man who had saved her life. And maybe, one day, she could save his too.

TW for this chapter: (implied) rape

@cassietrn

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The fields stretched for miles, interrupted only by a steep mountain cliff casting its shadow this morning. Goats and sheep gently grazed in the breezy pastures. A muddy road ran alongside many of the fields.

The road eventually led to a beautiful farmhouse. It showed signs of wear and tear, but was otherwise in good condition. A chicken coop stood next to the house, with birds rummaging all around the yard, unaware of what was to come. Several grape vines climbed up and over the open gazebo on the side of the yard.

The farm had a mellow feel to it, aided by the gentle breeze carrying the scent of ripe fruits across the fields. However, this morning, it also bore the heavy scent of fear and death. A gunshot cut through the silence of this fine morning, followed by a blood-curdling scream. The chickens scattered, and the sheep and goats bleated nervously.

The door burst open, and a young woman stumbled out. What had once been a shirt was now nothing more than pieces of fabric barely held together, hanging from her shoulders like a discarded towel. Blood clung to her shirt, pants, and face. The shoes she wore left a trail of blood with each stumbling step.

Every movement sent waves of throbbing pain through her chest and back. It was exhausting, and she felt sick, but there seemed to be nothing she could do about it. Only one thing was on her mind: she had to get away. Away from her home. Away from the house where the bastards had dared to enter earlier this morning, pretending to have a civil business talk with her father. Now, her father lay on the hardwood floors with a hole in his forehead, half of his brain splattered against the cream-colored dining room wall.

She grunted, determined to block out the pain. Her head felt heavy, and dizziness started to kick in. Surely, this pain would stop soon. Surely, there would be an end to this. The man had laughed, hissed dirty comments at her as he had pushed her against the kitchen table, ripping her clothes, trying to take her dignity. As she had felt her pants rip, she noticed a glinting knife beside her. That was her only opportunity. One chance to escape. She waited for her attacker to be occupied with his own pants, the other three men too busy ransacking the house. With a swift move, she had grabbed the knife. A quick moment of surprise flashed in the man's eyes right before she rammed it into his neck. Blood gushed out, splattering over her as he dropped on top of her, wheezing and gurgling until his body went limp. Summoning all her strength, she pushed him off, rolled from the table, and hurried outside, hoping to have at least a bit of a head start before his friends would notice what had happened in the kitchen.

She cast a glance over her shoulder as she suddenly heard the commotion in the house. They had found their dead friend. It would only be a matter of seconds until they would burst outside, chasing her, dragging her back inside, and finishing what their friend had started. Her entire body was trembling now. Weak and exhausted, it cost all her remaining strength to keep running. There was no way she could give in to the pain, to the fear. There was no way she'd ever give up.

She pressed on, every movement adding to the barrage of pain, but she kept going even as she heard the men's voices shouting after leaving the house. Finally, she reached the stables. She stumbled inside and hurried to the box where her horse, Skydancer, nervously pawed the ground as she mounted him. A groan escaped her as another sharp pain ripped through her leg.

"There she is!"

She looked over and saw the men standing in front of the stables, one of them raising a shotgun.

"Go, Dancer! Go, boy!" She spurred the black stallion, and with a loud whinny, the horse surged forward fast and swift. The man with the gun was taken by surprise; he tried to get out of the way. A gunshot ripped through the stables, and with a loud cry, she clung to Dancer's reins as he carried her away from the farm. Away from home. And into the wild.

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From outside, the saloon looked rough, broken, and dull. Large and small stones, along with hardwood beams, made up most of the building's structure. It was nearly impossible to see through the large, curtained windows, but the gloominess from within could be felt outside.

As Arthur entered the saloon through the old, wooden door, he was welcomed by the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and dust from all places. The bartender was trying to catch a spider and made no effort to acknowledge his presence.

Arthur cleared his throat, knocking against the wooden bar. 'Hey, partner, one whiskey,' he said.

The bartender looked up, startled, an apologetic smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 'Sorry, didn't see you, Sir,' he said and grabbed a bottle of golden liquid, pouring a shot glass for him. Arthur knocked it back and bumped the glass on the counter again. He turned, leaning with his back against it, casting a glance around the taproom. It was as dreary inside as it was on the outside. Several walls were decorated, if one could call it that, with old paintings covered in dust.

The saloon itself was almost completely abandoned. The few people inside appeared quite ominous and suspicious in his eyes. Whoever they were, he wanted to stay as far away from them as possible. Arthur signaled the bartender to pour one more shot. He had heard rumors about this saloon, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what for. Judging by the dirt, it probably was food poisoning, he thought as he felt a rumble in his stomach. He hadn't eaten all day yet but decided against trying his luck in this place. He'd go check out the convenience store instead. He downed his drink, paid the bartender, then pushed away from the counter. The floorboards creaked under his heavy footsteps as he made his way over to the exit again.

"Have you heard what happened down at the Grapevine Farm yesterday?" An older man at the table near the exit said in a hushed tone to his friend sitting across from him, both nursing their beers.

Arthur lingered by the window next to the door, curiously trying to catch the rest of their conversation. He knew Grapevine Farm, about a two-hour ride away from Valentine, right in the middle of the Heartland. If he remembered correctly, it was the farm where Dutch had bought his horse, The Count, a couple of years ago. Russel Cohen was the name of the farm owner. They produced quite some fine wine too. Arthur himself had never been there and didn't know much about the Cohen family, only that they were one of the wealthier farm owners in the Heartland.

"No, what happened?" The other man at the table now asked curiously.

"Heard the sheriff talking this morning. Word is they found Russel Cohen dead in his dining room. Shot in the forehead from short distance. Ransacked the house and burned the stables down."

The man sighed and sipped from his beer. "What about his daughter?"

He shrugged. 'No trace of her. There was a dead body beside Russel's. Rumor has it that she killed one of the attackers and escaped. Her horse was missing from the stables, apparently."

Arthur had heard enough. He left the saloon and stepped outside onto the street. He whistled and just a moment later his brown and white spotted horse, Bounty, trotted over. She nudged his hand.

"Yeah, good girl." He reached into his satchel and offered her an apple. She munched on it while he mounted her. "Let's go home." He spurred the horse and galloped out of town, heading for the Horseshoe Overlook camp.

The sun was already setting by the time he passed Caliban's Seat. He slowed down a bit, riding past the stone formation. His gaze drifted to the west, where the orange sun was setting over the grassy plains. A wistful smile curled his lips. He would never get tired of the sight of the sunset. Suddenly, Bounty began to whinny, shifting nervously.

"Ho, girl, what's wrong? What spooked you?" He patted the horse's neck gently. That was when he heard it too—a soft whimper not far from him. He cast a glance around, wondering where it came from when he spotted a big, dark lump about a hundred feet to the east. He turned Bounty and warily approached the shape. The closer he came, the more he could make out, and saw it was a horse lying in the grass. It was still breathing, looked unscathed. Yet, he spotted some blood in the grass as he dismounted, his boots heavily connecting with the ground. His belt holster tinkled softly with each step.

"Hello?" He said and heard shuffling next to the horse. As he approached it, he saw a figure lying beside the stallion, the horse's nose softly nudging the young woman's face. Arthur stepped closer and crouched down beside her. "Miss? What happened?"

She looked up, her head feeling eerily light. Everything seemed to spin around her in a blur of motion. Soft moans and groans escaped her. She longed for a bed, a hot bath, and a fluffy pillow, but right now, all she could do was lie in the grass beside her horse, looking into the face of a stranger. She blinked slowly, trying to get rid of the blur.

"D-Dead... he's dead..." She sobbed and tried to sit up, but the stranger gently pressed her down again. She growled and lashed out.

"Easy there, miss. I'm just tryin' to help you, is all. Here, drink this." He offered her a flask. She shook her head lightly, but he smiled encouragingly. "It's water, don't worry." He lifted her head a little and placed the flask against her lips. She drank eagerly, as if she hadn't drunk in days. With a sigh, she leaned back down and felt her vision clear up a bit now.

"I can't leave you here," he said. "My camp is not far from here. There's a doctor; he will check on you." He reached out and lifted her up onto his arms carefully. She groaned again, and he could see that her leg was badly injured. He placed her onto the back of Bounty. "Hold on." He made sure she clung to the horse's neck, then went back to check on her stallion.

"Come on, boy, let's get outta here." He reached for the reins, and the horse slowly got up. He eyed Arthur uncertainly, yet let him lead him over to the other horse. Arthur mounted behind her. He signaled the stallion to follow them. He put his arms around the woman and took the reins in his gloved hands, spurring Bounty gently.

The horses galloped further on towards Horseshoe Overlook. Silence had lapsed; the only sound was the rhythmic beat of the hooves on the grassy ground. After a while, he felt her stir against him.

"Who..." She coughed. "Who are you?"

"Name's Arthur Morgan," he replied shortly, making sure to keep her securely on top of the horse. "And who are you?" He finally asked as Bounty turned to the path that would lead them to the camp soon.

She sniffled quietly, and Arthur felt his heart drop a little as she spoke again.

"Nancy. I'm Nancy Cohen."

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[feleon]

MANTRA

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

After reading an occult magazine, you trek out to rural Spain in hunt of a rumored bugman, "El Insecto." This was years after a supposed raid by the U.S. Government on the mountainous region in the mid 2000s, where even the president was rumored to get directly involved. You weren't sure you believed in what you may encounter and were just going for fun.

And fun you were going to have.

P 1/2

The chill, whispering autumn wind nips at your face as you tread forward through the dark, twisting path. The dry, dead leaves crunch beneath your boots. The darkness swallows the light from your flashlight and you can barely see what is ahead of you.

Your map is a bit tattered and hard to read, the road signs are weathered and illegible.

You made the sound decision to travel to rural Spain to hunt down an urban legend you read about in an obscure occult magazine, "El Insecto." Reports of a man with bug-like features have been reported here in rural Spain after an incident had occurred here around the mid 2000s rumored to have required intervention by the U.S. Government. Some say the president's daughter was somehow caught up in the mix. Some say the place was completely wiped out, plagued. It was all conspiracy theory, and you were just looking for a spooky adventure.

No dice, though. It was just an urban legend from an obscure magazine, though. What piqued your interest was just how recent it was, most legends felt decades old with details misconstrued or lost to time. You figured you weren't going see a bugman, but maybe something interesting to make your trip worthwhile. Didn't they say mothman was a giant owl? Maybe you would see something?

The wind continued to ferociously bite at your face, and the weight of your satchel continued to drag you down, tugging at your shoulders as you pray for respite until it becomes clear in the distance. A rustic, dilapidated cabin lie ahead. And for a second.... you thought you saw a scarlet light through the windows.

As you made your approach to the cabin, you couldn't help but hesitate. The grinding of the pebbles beneath your feet slowing down, as your anxiety made you feel like grinding your teeth. The wind immediately stopped as you reached your destination. A dark old cabin. The wood nearly rotting and falling apart. Windows busted out. The Hinges to the door covered in rust. Not a welcoming place, but probably the only place for miles.

The door creaked open, only to slam shut immediately behind you, shoving you ahead.

...

You needed a place to rest, no time to be picky.

...

SHRK

The doorknob snapped as you went to turn it. You looked down at the corroded bronze doorknob, barely being able to make out your reflection in the cracked, dulled eface.

Off to a good start already.

It's a decrepit shack, what else is going to fall apart in here?

Almost as if on cue, one of the overhead, rotted planks from the ceiling nearly hit you in the head, only missing you as you jump back, the force of the beam hitting the ground summoning a galewind of impurities.

Your lungs are assaulted spontaneously as you inhale dust and cobwebs, leaving you hacking so hard you keel over and your backpack goes with you, knocking another hit into you. Once you manage to get your shit together, you decide to take in your surroundings.

Shelves and windows adorned with candles worn down to the wick, a mess of cold wax swirled around the base. Tattered tapestry hangs along the walls, and a musty rug lay in the middle of the wooden floor. In the center of the room is an iron chandelier, now corroded, decorated with off-white, orange, and red candles. The place was musty, but you could swear upon further inspection some of the dust has been deliberately disturbed in some areas.

You swore you suddenly heard a creak. You held your breath, focusing on the sounds, but heard nothing but the wind outside.

It's just settling, it's old and crummy. You attempt to convince yourself, trying to force yourself to get some much needed sleep.

A thin mist wafted through the cabin. It smelled...nice. A floral scent. You shifted a bit, using your bag as a pillow and became more comfortable. A faint orange glow saturated the scene slightly. Were the candles...always lit? Your eyelids began to feel heavy and forced themselves shut.

You pry your eyes open after what felt like hours. You never knew you could sleep so comfortably on the floor of a shitty old cabin.

Wait...

You weren't on the floor anymore. You were strung up in the middle of the room, tied at each appendage with your torso and rear supported, almost like a swing.

What material was this? It wasn't rope or string.. It was thin, white...

Was this silk?

Little did you know

You were trapped like a fly in a web, and your predator was about to make himself known

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