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suugarbabe · 9 months

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Peaceful Sleep

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x y/n

Warnings: drinking, fluff

The start of the year party was still in full swing when you and your group of friends tucked away into the back corner to play your usual game of truth or drink. Theo, Draco and Blaise sat across the big couch, in that order. Mattheo took the chair to their right while Pansy and Enzo sat in the loveseat on the left. You sat on a cushion on the floor, elbows resting on Draco’s knees. You had designated yourself as the shot pourer as you were (1) the most sober, though that wasn’t saying much and (2) Mattheo had a heavy hand and you didn’t trust him not to put an extension charm on the shot glass.

As you sat down, Pansy gave you the eyes, wiggling her eyebrows seeing you snug between Draco’s legs. You sneakily gave her the finger as you rolled your eyes, essentially telling her to shut her drunk mouth. Pansy had stayed at yours for two weeks over the summer holiday and you had essentially blabbed about your growing crush on Draco since year three. As soon as he stopped slicking his hair back it was like he was a whole different person, a hotter person. Each summer was just so good to him. He looked a little stressed this year, but you chalked it up to you all having to take your N.E.W.T.S. at the end of the second term.

“Okay, I’ll start us off,” Mattheo began “Truth or dare Enzo!” Enzo rolled his eyes, “truth, I s’pose”. Mattheo’s grin turned delivish, “Okay, how many wet dreams did you have about Pansy this summer!” Enzo’s cheeks immediately turned red. Pansy rolled her eyes, “Merlin, Mattheo, really this is how we’re playing tonight?” Mattheo smirked, shrugging his shoulders, “Isn’t this how I always play? Enzo, boyo, answer the question now.” Enzo shook his head, declining to answer. So you poured him a shot and he took it happily.

Enzo turned to Theo, “Truth or Dare.” Theo sat up straighter, though his eyes were half lidded, indicating he was far more drunk that he was trying to appear, “Dare, give me your best shot.” Enzo sat, thinking for a moment before Pansy leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Enzo’s grin grew as he nodded his head. “Okay, Theo, I dare you to go ask Looney Lovegood to hogsmead this weekend.” Theo looked over to the dance floor where Luna Lovegood was dancing with large glasses on, quite oddly, with a group of friends.

The group watched as he walked over to her, talking for a few minutes before walking back to the couches, a confused look on his face. “Well, what’d she say?” You asked as the group leaned in closer. Theo shook his head, “She said my head was full of Wrackspurts and that I should see Madam Pomfry tomorrow.” You all burst out laughing. You thought Luna was nice and she meant well, but you couldn’t deny how odd she truly was.

The game continued as such, dares being thrown out, truths being avoided. It seemed like any time it was Draco’s turn he would always choose the shot versus a truth or even a dare, which he normally loves. When he began leaning forward, resting his chin on the top of your head, you knew it was time to get him to bed. You softly pushed him off you before standing up and extending your hand to him, “C’mon Drunko Malfoy, you’re going to bed.” He made no arguments, standing up and draping an arm over your shoulder for you to lead him.

Pansy shot you a look but you did your best to ignore her. You heard the others continue with the game as you lead Draco up the stairs and down the hall to his and the boys room. Draco had a growth spurt between fourth and fifth year, making your height difference even more dramatic than it was, and making this walk more difficult than it should have been. You flicked your wand to unlock and open his door before flopping the large boy down on his bed.

You pulled off his shoes as he attempted to pull off his shirt. Your cheeks tinted a slight pink at the sight of his bare chest, his skin like porcelain in the moonlight from the window. You pulled back the top half of his duvet and attempted to make him lay down. “No,” he mumbled shaking his head. “C’mon, Dray, you need to go to sleep. You’re practically sleeping sitting up right now.” He shook his head again, eyes closed as he mumbled, “Can’t sleep with pants on. Belt too hard, help me y/n/n.” He reached out, grabbing your wrists and bringing them to his waist.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you slowly undid his belt for him before he pushed his trousers down, leaving him in silk black boxers. Your face was on fire and you were thankful that Draco’s vision was probably half blurry at this point. He finally tucked his legs under the duvet and you covered him up. “Sleep good, Draco,” you whispered, kissing his temple. You knew you shouldn’t have but you couldn’t help it, besides he wouldn’t remember tomorrow right?

As you turned to leave, Draco’s hand shot out from under the blanket, grabbing your wrist, “Don’t go.” He said it so softly, almost like a child begging. “Lay with me, please, y/n/n.” Your heart wouldn’t let you deny him, so you nodded, “Okay, Draco.” You grabbed a t-shirt from his trunk, slipping your party dress and heals off and throwing his shirt over your bra and panties. It hung on your thighs lower than your dress did that night.

You climbed into bed next to him, laying on your back, hands behind your head. You looked over at Draco. His eyes were closed so you assumed he was sleeping until he spoke up. “I’ve been having nightmares all summer, I don’t wanna do what they want me to do.” You furrowed your brows in confusion, “What do they want you to do? Who’s they?” His eyes opened, they were still glossed over from being drunk, but tears were brimming the edges. “You don’t have to talk about it right now, Dray, I’m sorry. C’mere,” you pulled his face into your chest as he sniffled slightly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you even closer, hooking your leg over his hip like he was trying to melt into you.

You lightly scratched his back until his breathing evened out. You listened for a few moments, making sure he was fully asleep. After about ten minutes you attempted to roll him off you so you could go to your own room, not knowing how Draco would feel waking up sober, hungover and you in his bed. However when you tried to pull his arm off you Draco’s grip only got tighter. You sighed, not totally hating your predicament.

You closed your eyes, feeling exhausted, eventually falling asleep yourself. You awoke to what felt like your sides being tickled, not purposely but like someone was lightly dragging their fingers up and down your skin. Your eyes fluttered open, you looked down to see Draco awake, his hand tracing the lines of your side, disappearing beneath his shirt and back absentmindedly. “Good morning,” you spoke softly.

Draco jumped slightly at your voice, sitting up in his bed, “Oh, I’m sorry, y/n, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You sat up again his head board, “S’okay, Draco. How did you sleep? Any nightmares last night?” His face dropped, “I told you about those?” You nodded sleepily, “You didn’t tell me what about, and I didn’t push, don’t worry.” He nodded his head, shoulders relaxing a bit before admitting, “That was honestly the best I’ve slept in months.” You smiled widely, “Well I’m glad I could help.” Your heart was beaming, you couldn’t wait to tell Pansy. Draco ran his hand through his hair, “You might have to sleep over every night now, yannow, if you’re okay with that. We do have very important exams at the end of the year and I need to make sure I’m well rested.” You laughed nervously, though you hope it didn’t show, “I think we can definitely make arrangements.”

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Chapter 3

Summary: Wanda gets help watching the boys from her mom. Y/n walks into a surprise when helping your friend.

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Summers made working from home the most difficult. Wanda could hardly concentrate on her work before one of her boys started complaining about being hungry or getting bored or asking to go to a friend's house, etc. She sometimes wishes that she could have sent them to a camp but Vision was against it because he wanted them at his house during his weeks since he had the time off as well. She knows that she would have missed them terribly as well which is why she was okay with dropping the subject then. But now that she was dangerously close to her deadline without even being close to a finished product, she thought she might go insane on her boys.

That's when she calls her mom in for back up. Then instantly regrets it as soon as she sees the hole in the house. “Honey! What happened here?”

“My marriage fell apart,” Wanda says simply as she rushes to her office. “Pietro is going to fix it, don't worry!” She shouts from the stairs so she can get to work before her mom can catch her in a lecture. The woman shakes her head and makes her way to the kitchen to start lunch for the boys and her daughter. She comes over consistently for the rest of the week to help with house chores, breakfast and lunch, and entertain her grandsons.

Wanda is grateful for her mother's assistance and is able to get a decent design for pitch at the end of the month and start a few backup ideas. She likes to over prepare. She was even able to complete a budget report and the booklets for the investors by the start of the weekend. Wanda feels bad that she had to prioritize work over her kids but her mother reminds her that she was doing this work for them. That she needs to provide for them. Besides, Wanda was still cooking dinners with Tommy and Billy as well as watching movies every night before bed. Though, it was getting a little tense between the two boys with different interests.

On Saturday morning, Pietro arrives with his sleepy daughter and Wanda tries to hold in her laughter as she helps the little girl to her bedroom so she can rest. “You’re here early,” Wanda says as she returns downstairs.

“Mom called me last night. Told me that I should have started the minute I found out. Thank you for that by the way,” Pietro says as he drops some material on the ground. He had pushed some furniture around while she was helping his daughter. “Unfortunately for Luna, she still wanted to come with me. I told her last night we’d be here at six am sharp. She said she was fine with it until I actually had to wake her up. But,” he shakes his head in amusement, “she still wanted to come here.”

Wanda crosses her arms and leans against the wall. “She loves her cousins,” she yawns.

“That she does,” Pietro stares at his tools. “Can I tell you something that you can't tell anyone?” Wanda confirms that her brother can confide in her. “Crystalia and I are considering trying for another. She could use a sibling, you know?”

“Oh, Pietro, that's wonderful news!” Wanda congratulates her brother.

“Thank you, but please, don't tell mom. She'll call about positions and give other advice that I do not need to hear again,” he says recalling the conversation he overheard his mom and sister having a few years ago. Wanda cringes at the memory herself.

“I’ll spare you, don't worry,” she says. “I’m going to start some coffee, do you want any?”

“Yes please,” he rolls out the plans Wanda had sent to him.

You are knocking on Jean's door as you check the time again to make sure that you aren't running late. Your friend asked you to be at the location by noon and he sent you the address this morning. From what you saw from the images online, the place looked nice enough. You wondered why it needed altering at all but remember that he said there was an accident that led to this alteration.

The door opens and it's Anna, Jean's wife. “She’s almost ready, you're welcome to wait in the living room,” she says kindly.

“Thank you,” you step inside. It never gets easier walking into this house even though it's been years since you've lived here. It was a gift from both your family and Jean's when the two of you got married. Because the two of you were so young, neither of you cared about a wedding. In fact, the two of you were engaged for less than a week when you drove off to a cheap chapel and eloped. Both of your families were upset because they wanted to be part of the wedding process but were still happy the two of you decided to tie the knot. And since there was some money being saved for future weddings and college funds, that at the time weren't going to be used, they pooled together that money and surprised you and Jean with this house.

It was a fixer upper for sure and you worked on it every weekend until you were twenty-two. When you and Jean got divorced. You paid for every repair and upgrade with the tips you got bartending and any extra scraps from the job sites that your foreman approved for you to take. You still did repairs for the house here and there whenever they needed it and couldn't afford to hire someone. But, it was no longer your house and with how much time and money you put into the place, it was the hardest part of the marriage to let go of.

You bounce your leg anxiously as you wait for your daughter to come out of her room. “Can I get you anything?” Anna asks before she enters the kitchen. “You seem a little anxious.”

“No, thank you,” you politely decline. “I’m doing a favor for my boss and I just want to do a good job and make a good impression,” you admit. “Plus, his sister is apparently some great architect and she could be a great connection but you know how I get around new people.”

Anna nods, ignoring your words and listening to your body instead. “I’m making you some tea. It can help soothe your nerves so that you're not this loud jumbled energy. Your whole aura is a mess and it won't help you make a good impression.” She disappears in the kitchen before you can decline the beverage again.

“Hey, babe! Who was at the- oh! It was you,” Jean says as she enters the living room space. “She’s almost ready,” she remarks about your daughter. “She’s a little nervous about all of the new friends she's going to make. I'm trying to keep a positive attitude about it but these kids are going to be nice to her right?”

“Yeah, yeah, well,” you pause. “I hope so. But they're not all new to her. She's met Luna a few times and they get along great. He said her cousins are sweet boys, closer to Rachel’s age. Besides, they'll have parental supervision and I'll be nearby the whole time.” You assure the mother of your child.

“Okay,” she takes a relaxing breath as she joins you on the sofa. “That makes me feel better. Where's Anna?”

“Making me a tea,” you say and lean in close. “Apparently my aura is a mess,” you say in a manner that lets Jean know that you find her wife's assessment of you ridiculous. Jean laughs at your silliness.

“You’re a jerk, she's only trying to help,” Jean defends.

You lean back with your hands up in surrender, “I never said I wasn't grateful. I am going to chug that tea, I promise. Scouts honor.”

Jean rolls her eyes, “You were never a scout.”

“That’s because I was corrupted by your bad influence,” you retort playfully.

“Oh whatever, if I remember correctly, you were the one pulling all of the crazy stunts. I never did anything. I was an innocent bystander,” Jean points out.

You laugh at the flood of childhood memories that you and Jean share. She wasn't wrong, you were constantly getting into trouble as kids. Only because you were trying to impress her and maintain her attention. No matter what the cost was. It was amazing that the two of you were still alive today. “Okay, that's fair,” you say as Anna returns with a thermos for you. “Oh cool, thank you. I'll bring this back to y'all next weekend.”

“No problem,” she sits next to Jean and throws her arm around the woman. Jean falls comfortably against her wife and the two share a sweet smile with each other. You look away from them as you feel longing for a relationship again. Not with Jean, of course. The two of you didn't have what she had found with Anna. But you want that with someone. To have the close connection these two have. It was difficult dating as a single parent at twenty-seven. Not everyone was understanding that Jean and you are better off friends and maintain a healthy relationship. Many situationships fail because your best stories involve your best friend, who happens to be your ex-wife. Another relationship killer is surprisingly that your daughter is always going to be your number one priority. Always.

Luckily, your daughter comes into the room and hops on your lap as she happily greets you. Clearing your mind of any thought of loneliness. “Hey, pumpkin! Are you ready to go?”

“Hmm,” she looks at you nervously and then to her mom's. They are worried about her as much as you are. She doesn’t have many friends due to her social awkwardness. You jokingly claim she inherited it from her mother but you both know it was from you. “Is Luna really there?” she asks. You shift around to grab your phone and pull up your conversation with Pietro and find the picture he sent of Luna with her cousins and show it to her. “Oh! I know those boys! They go to my school,” she says excitedly which lets you know that is a good thing. “They were in my class last year!” She hops off of you and straightens her outfit out,“Okay, I'm ready.” Jean, Anna, and you laugh as her tone has changed so fast.

“Alright, I’ll see the two of you next Saturday,” you say as you get up and follow your daughter. The two of you jam out to whatever pop artist that has her interest at the moment. You couldn’t keep up with her and the stuff she likes. Songs were simple enough to catch on with the lyrics and it amuses her when you get them very very wrong.

When you arrive at the house, you see that Pietro has made a lot of progress on his own and torn up most of the wall from the outside. As you park, you receive a text from Wanda asking if the two of you were still on to buy her a drink later on. Another one saying that she is looking forward to it. You regretfully message that a work thing came up and that you will have to let her know. Then, you knock on the door and are surprised to see Wanda is the one answering.

She looks at you as confused as you are. Her expression quickly drops to one that she hopes is threatening. “What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?” Wanda starts out defensively. Whispering in a sharp tone so she doesn't alarm her kids or her brother. You gulp as you try to find the right words to explain that you're not some crazy stalker.

But Rachel speaks before you can get a word out. “Can I go play with Luna?” She asks Wanda sweetly.

This throws the woman off as she looks down and notices your daughter. She freezes as she connects the dots. “Um, of course, sweetheart. Go on in, she's upstairs with her cousins.” The little girl runs inside and disappears up the stairs. “You’re the person my brother asked to help with the hole?” Wanda asks, still not letting you inside.

“I really had no idea the two of you were related.” You say as you hold up your tool box. “But, uh, yeah. You're the work thing that might prevent me from buying you a drink later,” you try to lighten the mood.

Wanda isn't sure if she wanted you in her house. You know nothing about her and she liked it that way. She knew that eventually she would have to open up to you if the two of you kept up with the meetings. But not like this. Not with you repairing the damage she did to her home. But when Pietro comes to the door she has no choice but to let you in. “Hey, Y/n, I'm glad you could make it. This is my little sister, Wanda,” he introduces. You stand there watching Wanda. Waiting to see if she wanted the two of you to be strangers. Or if you were allowed to reveal your acquaintance. But she remains quiet. Taking her cue, you offer your hand in greeting. “Wands, this is the person I told you about. They do fantastic work. If dad were still alive, he'd have us competing to take over the company,” he boasts.

You laugh, “You speak too highly of me, P. It's great to meet you, Wanda.”

“Thank you for coming to help my incompetent twin brother,” she emphasizes to let you know that she isn't younger than her brother as he claimed. “I truly appreciate it.”

“Ouch,” Pietro holds his chest, “I’m doing a nice thing for you and this is how you treat me?” He shakes his head. “Come on in,” he waves you into the house. You follow him in and Wanda walks away, announcing that she's starting lunch. You keep your eyes in her direction a little longer than you should have and Pietro notices. He snaps his fingers in your face and you look at him. “Don’t think about it,” he says sternly.

You hold a hand up in surrender, “I wasn't. She just,” you can’t continue because he doesn’t believe you. “Nevermind, are you ready to get to work?” You ask as you set your toolbox down and remove your jacket.

Wanda checks on you and her brother every few minutes. Seeing the two of you sharing a laugh while you work. The ease at which you remove pieces of the house. She didn’t like that she couldn’t keep her eyes off of you, but deduced it to her not trusting the stranger in her house. An hour later, she’s offering everyone lunch. The kids come running down and Pietro tries to get you to take a break. But you aren’t certain you’re allowed to.

“Are you hungry?” She asks as she steps over the line of tape Pietro made for the kids.

“I’ll be fine,” you assure as you pull off another piece of the wall from the inside. “Hey,” you stop her from walking away. “Are you going to block my number?” you set the piece on the pile.

“Why would I do that?” She asks with her arms crossing over her chest.

“I’m not sure if accidentally finding out,” you make a noise as you pull another piece out, “where you live is considered a creepy offense.” You grin at her as you look at her over your shoulder.

Wanda smiles a little, “No, I'm not going to block you. Only as a thank you though,” she steps around and looks back when she hears the kids laughing to see Pietro being silly. She turns back to you, “For the free labor, of course.”

“Oh, I see how it is,” you grab the water bottle you had nearby. “Maybe you're the one who tracked me down,” you jokingly accuse. “Heard your brother rave about my work so you found me at a liquor store and charmed me so that I wouldn't charge you.”

Wanda rolls her eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself.” Then she scoffs as she remembers the two of you meeting. She certainly wasn't dressed to charm anyone.

The two of you stand there for a moment, neither certain if that's the end of the conversation. She wants to walk away to go eat but she wants to be certain that you're fine with going on without a meal. You are trying to decide whether or not it's too late to accept her offer and aren't sure if she's going to ask again or leave you to continue working. When she doesn't move you pull your gloves off as you step closer. “What’s for lunch?”

“Food that I made,” she says vaguely but still playful.

“Am I still allowed to find out?” You shove the gloves in your back pocket.

“I suppose I can't let you starve,” she replies. “But you didn't seem like you wanted any before.”

You shrug, “I didn't want to appear rude.”

Wanda nods once and drops her arms, “Some people might say it’s rude to decline a meal.”

“I wasn’t raised that way,” you say, “But I do know people that have, so that’s a fair point.”

She smiles at the floor as you stand a few inches from her now. “You are welcome to take a break and eat. Consider it another part of my payment.” She looks back up at you then quickly turns away. You follow her to the table where everyone else is eating. You pass them to wash your hands in the kitchen sink. There is more laughter and you turn to see your daughter, who you think is hilarious but is normally very shy around people she isn’t comfortable with, causing the laughter. Wanda notices a bit of food on Rachel’s chin and she instinctively wipes it with a napkin. You dry your hands and join the table.

You sit in the empty seat next to your daughter and serve yourself a plate. You get to know Tommy and Billy as the group of you enjoy the lunch together and you feel better about letting Rachel hang out with them. Pietro was being truthful when he said that they are sweet boys. Once the kids finish up, they are racing up the stairs to resume their activities, leaving the adults to the table. “Thank you guys for helping me out. I truly appreciate it,” Wanda says as she sips her drink from her cup.

“Thank us when the work is done, alright?” Pietro says as finishes his plate. You agree as you finish your food as well.

“We should get back to it. Thank you, the meal was delicious,” excuse yourself from the table, grabbing as many plates as you can carry to the sink. Wanda tries to intercept but ultimately grabs what you can’t carry and follows you to the sink.

“You really didn’t have to, I could’ve taken care of it,” she says as she moves the plates. “But thank you, again.”

You smile at her, “It’s really no big deal, Wanda.” You walk away to continue to work with her brother.

As it gets close to dinner time, Pietro receives a call from his wife and he has to call it a day. He quickly packs his things, pulls Luna away from a serious Mario Kart competition, and bids everyone a goodnight. “I’ll see you guys in the morning before you’re off to your dad’s,” he says as he hugs his nephews goodbye. “Thank you for helping me with this,” he says to you. The two of you slap your hands together and pull into a short hug.

“No problem, man. You know I’m always willing to help,” you reply. “Besides, I owe you.”

Pietro nods once in acknowledgement and then moves on to his sister. “Do I need to rent a wood chipper? For tomorrow? Send the bastard a good message.”

Wanda laughs, “No, he’ll just sue you for property damages. You don’t need to be dealing with that on top of everything else. He’s not worth it.”

“But you are,” he says and hugs her. “Give your aunt and cousins hugs,” he tells his daughter. She does as he says sadly because she doesn’t want to go yet. Pietro promises the crying girl that they’ll be back the next morning but she is still reluctant to go. Unfortunately, he has to carry the girl crying all the way to his truck. The boys run off with Rachel to try and finish the match before it’s time for her to go too.

You laugh as you watch them disappear. “I guess that’s my cue as well,” you say as you start to pack up your things. There’s an awkwardness to your movements as you aren’t sure if the previous plans for the two of you were still on or not. But you aren’t sure how to ask. “I’ll uh, see you tomorrow?”

Wanda nods slowly as she watches you. “I wanted to keep our plans but, I’m sure you’re exhausted and well, keeping those kids entertained was pretty draining.”

“Oh, yeah, no,” you wave your hands around as you play off the disappointment. “I get it. Another time then?” You toss your jacket over your shoulder.

“Yeah,” Wanda nods, “I don’t have Tommy and Billy this week. Maybe we can figure out a time to meet up. And it doesn't have to be at the store.”

“Um,” you look to the floor then look back up, “Rach and I have a camping trip planned this week. We're leaving Monday morning. We'll be back on Friday, though. So maybe Friday night?” Wanda begins to worry about what the meet up might be interpreted as. She isn't sure why now she was having this anxiety. She said that she was looking forward to the store. She suggested that they meet somewhere else. Almost as if you can read her mind, you include. “It’d be nice to have a friend that isn't my ex-wife or my boss.”

“Aren’t I technically your boss until this is done?” Wanda asks with a playful tone.

“You’re not paying me,” you retort.

“I am, in food,” she reminds you.

You click your teeth, “You’ve got me there.” You walk to the bottom of the stairs and call out for your daughter to let her know it's time to go. “So, Friday?”

“Will you be offended if I bring someone?” Wanda asks as she thinks about how she can solidify that it's just friends hanging out. Nothing more.

You laugh, “No, I won't be offended. The more, the merrier.” Rachel comes running down the stairs. “Ready, pumpkin?” You ask as she stops beside you.

“Yeah, I almost beat Tommy, but he got me,” she frowns. “I will get him tomorrow though. I'm going to kick his butt!” she says with determination. Then she looks at Wanda and freezes, not noticing her there before.

Wanda smiles at the young girl and leans forward, “Can you keep a secret?” Rachel nods, her eyes still wide. “I hope you win,” she straightens up and follows you and Rachel to the front door. “I'll see you tomorrow,” she says to you as she leans against the front door.

“I will see you tomorrow, Wanda,” you bid her a goodnight and climb into your car.

“I think Tommy and Billy will be great brothers,” Rachel says as she gets her playlist ready.

“What are you going on about over there?” You say with a laugh.

Rachel shrugs as she finds a love song, “It's okay, you’ll catch up eventually.” You laugh at her randomness.

Wanda calls the boys down so they can start dinner and she smiles every time she thinks of your name.

Chapter 4

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Nothing Else Matters (a Triple Frontier shifters AU) Chapter 6

Title: Nothing Else Matters Fandom: Triple Frontier Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Reader x Triple Frontier Boys reverse harem style Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: Tom's wake leads to a revelation for the pack.

Notes: I don't know what else to say...

Technically speaking, you hadn’t been invited to Tom’s service, but you had never known a wake to require an RSVP. The boys weren’t thrilled about you tagging along to Molly’s, but they agreed Frankie would watch the baby for a few minutes so you could say goodbye. You agreed not to stay for food or drinks or talk to anybody. But by the time you arrived–for lack of a better term–things were already FUBAR. The whole house reeked of a female in heat; you couldn’t help but recoil at the smell.

Will and Frankie intercepted you in the front hallway. You barely recognized one of their old army colleagues pitching his nose closed–blood staining the front of his dress shirt. Benny held an ice pack wrapped in a kitchen towel to a sizable lump blooming over the man’s temple, his own knuckles bloody and bruised.

“What the hell happened?” you whispered, handing Luna over to Frankie who seemed all-too-happy to have an excuse to get out of the house.

“It’s Tess,” Will sighed.

The pronouncement caught you off guard although you shouldn’t have been surprised. A heat cycle could be exacerbated, even brought on by stress. In young females it could be particularly difficult. It wasn’t the way you would have chosen to bring Tess into the pack, officially, but you couldn’t help but be pleased by the prospect of having another female to balance out the pack. And with Tom’s lineage, she’d certainly give the boys a run for their money.

“Anthony was caught off guard–lunged at her,” Will explained, gesturing to the bloodshed in the hall. “Benny put him down.”

“Oh no,” you frowned. “Poor Tess.”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but glow with pride that Benny had stepped up to look after your own. You knew Tom would be proud, too, at least after he had gotten over the initial shock. Shifter genetics were a recessive trait, carried on the X chromosome; still there was roughly a 50/50 chance Tom’s girls would end up recessive carriers of the gene.

“Maybe you can talk to her,” Will said.

“Do you think Molly is okay with that?” you asked. As excited as you were to bring Tess back into her natural-born pack, you didn’t want to make this day worse than it already was for Tom’s family.

“I don’t think she’s got a choice,” Will said. “Pope’s talking to her now. Tess is in her room.”

“I’ll talk to her,” you agreed. “If I text you a list, can you run to the store to pick up some things for me?”

Will agreed and you mounted the stairs to Tess’s bedroom on the corner of the landing. You knocked on the door.

“Tess, it’s Ginger,” you said. “Can I come in?”

“Fuck off,” Tess yelled through the door.

“Will told me what happened,” you explained. “He’s worried about you. He wanted me to come talk to you.”

You heard a long sigh through the door. Tess’s puppy crush on Will was one of the worst kept secrets of the pack. Mentioning it never failed to get Tom riled up, but it was perfectly healthy and natural. For his part, Will was always tender with her; he never tried to embarrass or abuse her affection.

You opened the door a crack. Tess was sprawled across her bed, stripped down to her slip and stockings. Her face was flushed, and her hair clung to her sweat-damp neck and chest.

“What is wrong with me,” she moaned, in obvious discomfort.

“There is nothing wrong with you,” you said, moving toward the bed, drawing her hair off her neck and twisting it into a loose braid. “It’s true; you’re different from most of your peers, but that doesn’t make it wrong. Since time immemorial, there comes a time in every young woman’s life when she declares to the world that she is a co-creator of life itself.”

“So I’m just supposed to be a baby factory for any man who comes near me?”

“No,” you snapped, taking Tess’s hands and forcing her to look you in the eyes, her skin feverish and clammy.

“Never. That is vicious slander perpetuated by humans who are too afraid to admit that no matter how much time and energy they spend on waxing and dieting and anti-aging potions, at the end of the day they’re still just animals. You choose your mate. You decide when to have children. You decide where. That is your birthright.”

“Why me?” Tess threw herself back on the bed, still unconvinced of the splendor that being a shifter had to offer.

“Your father only ever wanted to protect you,” you said. “Unfortunately, that means there are some things he didn’t prepare you for. I know we haven’t always gotten along, but we’re family. I’m here for you. Let me draw you a bath, you can relax, there’s nothing you need to do but take care of yourself.”

You went to the bathroom down the hall and gave the tub a quick rinse before filling the tub with lukewarm water and a healthy squirt of Evie’s Mr. Bubbles. You stepped back into the hallway to fetch fresh towels from the linen closet and that’s when you ran into Molly coming out of the bedroom. Her face was puffy and red, which made her eyes stand out in a startling shade of green.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face here,” the fiery redhead warned you, putting on a brave face in spite of her obvious grief. You had to admit she was beautiful; at least Tom had been right about that.

“I’m not here to make trouble,” you said. “I’m sorry for everything that’s happened, but right now I’m the only one here who knows what Tess is going through. I just want to help.”

Molly bushed passed you on her way down the stairs without another word. You took it as tacit permission to continue routing through her linen closet. You brought Tess the clean towels and sent her to the bathroom with some implicit instructions on the various applications of a handheld shower head.

While Tess was in the bath, you changed the bed sheets. Will arrived with arms full of shopping bags from the Target around the corner and together the two of you started unpacking new pillows and blankets, and a few more intimate personal effects.

“Put your arms up,” you instructed, tearing the tags off a faux-fur blanket.

Will complied instinctually, but then balked as you scrubbed the blanket against his chest and underarms.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting your scent on this,” you insisted. “It’ll help.”

Will grumbled in protest, but ultimately relented as you prepared a suitable nest of softness and warmth. Tess returned from the bathroom in a fresh nightgown and robe. You made sure she was comfortable with cold water, snacks, and anything else she might need until the mourners had left.

“Tell me about my father,” Tess said, getting settled into bed.

“Your father was a great man,” Will said.

“Not you,” Tess cut him off. “God, I’ve heard that speech a thousand times. I want to hear it from her.”

“I met your father in Tehran,” you explained, perching on the end of her bed. “He could have killed me, but instead he brought me in. He never treated me like a woman, just another one of his warriors. I suppose I wasn’t grateful enough for that at the time, but I miss him terribly.”

At the time, the army’s special forces unit of shifters was still in its infancy with Tom as its captain, struggling to make a pack out of lone wolves so far gone they were nearly feral. Something the higher ups in Washington couldn’t possibly understand.

You were living as a lone wolf yourself at the time, trying to fly under the radar, but Redfly sniffed you out right away. Ginger was a red wolf, like him, it was possible you had a common ancestor somewhere down your family line. The unit had orders to destroy any other wolves who could be used by foreign powers to do the same things Tom and his team were doing for the U.S. But Tom saw your skill as a healer and knew he could make use of you.

“There was a lot I didn’t understand about Tom,” you said. “But I know he loved you girls and your mother very much. He fought against every instinct in order to make a life with you. He wanted very badly to be a good father, but he was a killer by nature. I wish I could assure you otherwise, but that’s the truth.”

Tess nodded solemnly as you finished tucking her into bed before making your way downstairs.

Will stopped in the kitchen to grab a beer as Santi recounted for the thousandth time the carefully crafted explanation of what had happened in Columbia for another of Tom’s acquaintances from the real estate office.

You stepped out on the porch, taking a seat on the swing, watching Frankie play with Evie in the grass as Benny tossed Luna into the air in a way that made the other mother’s gasp. Will came out from the kitchen and handed you a cold beer and took a seat beside you.

“Tess will make a good match for Benny,” you said, leaning on Will’s shoulder as you looked out across the yard.

Will groaned, taking a long drink from his beer as sweat beaded on the outside of the bottle.

“Not now, but in a few years,” you insisted. “Once she’s done with college. I’ll be an old maid by the time Benny’s ready to settle down and start a family.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” Will warned with a chuckle.

After a while, Santi came out to the porch, leaning heavily on the door frame. The sun was starting to set and the crowd of mourners had dwindled. Frankie brought Evie back up to the porch to hand off to one of her aunties for bedtime rituals and shouldered Luna’s diaper bag.

“You ready to go?” you said, reaching for Santi’s hand. He mumbled something that sounded like protest and Will stepped in.

“You should head out; Benny and I can help with the cleanup.”

“You alright if I ride with Pope?” you asked Frankie as he packed the car.

Frankie agreed and leaned over to kiss your cheek, his fresh stubble tickling your face.

“I’ll see you back at the house.”

Santiago insisted on driving, despite how tired he was. You figured it helped get his mind off things. You were renting a two bedroom flat about twenty minutes from Will’s apartment. Before Columbia, Frankie had been staying in a trailer on the airfield, but that had fallen through after his suspension, so he was currently sharing the second bedroom with Luna. It wasn’t ideal, but you liked having your family close.

“Come here,” you sighed, herding Santiago into the bedroom. “Let me help you relax.”

You pressed him onto the bed and climbed up to kneel behind him. You reached around and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. You massaged his neck and shoulders with the utmost care, tracing the scars at the base of his neck. You felt the tension in his muscles start to ease under your hands.

“That’s better,” you said, moving your body closer. You slid your hands down his front, undoing a few more buttons as Santiago sighed, letting his head fall back against your breasts.

“It’s been a long day,” you said, kissing his face and neck, then down his shoulders. “A hard day. You deserve a break. You’ve earned it.”

You carefully helped him shuck off his shirt. He let you move him, just this side of dead weight as you ran your hands over his chest and across his waist. You had to admit he had maintained quite a nice figure despite his advancing years–not that you minded the little belly Frankie had put on around the same time you had gained the bulk of your pregnancy weight–but variety was the spice of life, after all.

“C’mon,” you said. “Lay down. Let me take care of you.”

Santiago stretched out on the bed and you pulled off his shoes and socks, unbuttoned his pants and kissed a trail across his hip as you pulled them down. You put on a show, unzipping your dress, letting it pool around your feet as you pulled down the cups of your nursing bra and climbed over him.

You took his shaft in your hand, running your tongue over the swollen tip. You crawled upwards with a cheeky smile and took his face in your hand, kissing him hard as you lifted yourself onto him, snug muscles gripping the hard pulse of his cock.

You braced yourself placing hands on his chest, lifting yourself up to rock against him. Santiago hummed sleepily, gripping the swell of your hips.

“You like that,” you murmured. “You like how good I take this cock for you.”

You leaned forward to kiss his face, his throat, nipping at his earlobe. Santiago growled, pulling you into him harder, nuzzling into your face and neck, running his fingers through your hair.

You ground down against him until he shuddered with his release. You rolled onto the bed beside him, panting in exhilaration. You pressed your nose into his cheek, tracing circles against his skin.

#triple frontier fic #shifters au #reverse harem #reader x frankie 'catfish' morales #reader x santiago 'pope' garcia #reader x will 'ironhead' miller #reader x benny miller #pedro pascal #oscar isaac #charlie hunnam #garrett hedlund

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ivaspinoza · 1 month

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Lupina Luna

Now the days would be forever lonely. Except for moments of great connection and immersion, which I can never maintain for long periods because even from the wholeness one needs to breathe. Except also when sensitivity runs freely through the forest of my mind, without worries—moments of absurd faith where I feel cradled by the wind like a baby cradled by its mother until deep and peaceful sleep. How I wish to cradle you, little one. Now, it is you who cradles me from afar, perhaps in another plane, and the mournful smile on my face makes sense, it even looks beautiful, a funereal and languid beauty where the most beautiful and fragrant flowers I have ever seen bloom.

But in the steppe where I was raised, and which I regularly visit, there are no flowers except those between my sharp teeth. They sprout in my stomach and grow up my throat. Apart from that, as far as my eyes can reach until they hit the distant mountains, this sea of grass extends with rare islands of shy forests. The steppe would not be the first choice for most, but that's how I live. Always in the most difficult way so I can understand what the world is: scars do not lack me. Here, the fresh scent of endless grass, my imperial carpet, clogs my nostrils with freedom. My paws slide across the ground, and I am not afraid to expose myself to the light of the Sun or the Moon—there is only me, and no one else. Everyone is gone. From afar, I hear voices, their shadow, their spectre, but they cannot approach. Where my paws take me, no mortal would dare tread, especially not within the night: dark and silent, it shines with its spectacle of diamonds in the velvet of the immense sky that rises above me. There is peace, fulfillment, and no questions. The steppenwolf breathes deeply and falls asleep.

And now my eyes open to the world, to this world, so material and solid. It's where I live and desperately wish to escape. It seems like a cage, but it's a very spacious cage. So spacious that I feel trapped inside out, something like too free, purposeless, lost in destiny, without direction. The longing remains intact; the compass, destroyed. My wild self roars and writhes against the limitations of this body—of this universe that sometimes seems so dry, infertile, and cruel. A vastness of disappointment. I sniff out goodness, my solitary hunt sometimes leads to complete exhaustion and I lose my senses, so I dissolve and stop feeling, I’m now a marble statue. But then the warm breeze of a summer memory passes by, and I warm up and melt. There is always something to smile about, if we look closely enough. Maybe I just have a good nose, nothing more.

What to do if not explore, then? What would life be worth if not the magnificent adventure of exploring every corner of the world and discovering all the hidden wonders, treasures, and within people: miracles? Let me live until the end. Not a drop of blood will remain, for I have the thirst of a pack. In every corner, a story, a new universe to discover. I rise from the rocking chair on the porch, and then the endless race begins, the wolf descending a gigantic hill, so colossally huge that we can barely notice its slope. The owner of the night still shines in the clear blue sky, refusing, rebellious against dawn; she does not want to set. I extinguish my tobacco in the ashtray, and the rising smoke fumigates my aura. The dry and warm sensation of this mist that reaches my eyes—like the mist of the early hours of the day—contrasts with the wet grass brushing against my paws. They collide against the ground, noisy, splashing the dew of dawn—now awakened behind the mountains, the invincible titans. I step off the porch, facing the darkness of the night threatening to engulf and transfigure me. I close my eyes, run and run towards infinity, and howl at the Moon.

2016

Originally written in Portuguese, while listening to this 1989 masterpiece in an endless loop. Some southern Brazillian rock with very heavy lonely-wolf-of-the-old-and-tragic-west vibes.

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Hello! I really love your writing and with all the hype going with the mlp infection/zombie I was wondering how do you approach writing horror/gore? I mostly like to write slice of life, romantic, fluffy stories, so whenever I try to write something darker, a zombie apocalypse for example, the violence feels juvenile and the horror falls flat. Your stuff is absolutely terrifying and amazing, so I'm just sitting here wondering how?? I know that's a broad question, but I would appreciate a peek into your thought process for writing horror. Thank you and have a good day!!

Oh my gosh you're so kind!! First off, thank you! I have really enjoyed writing horror for this community for many years now, and it's been sorry cool to see this massive interest during of of nowhere for MLP horror content!

Second, definitely a broad question, but I can offer some broad tips in response:

(1) Work with what scares you. Horror actually comes naturally to most of us, you just have to be willing to explore some of the darker corners of yourself. Consume horror as much as possible and try not to shy away from what scares you. Most importantly, though, understand why you find it scary. This leads to step 2...

(2) Drill down to the core fear. There's a lot of creatures and things that pop up in horror again and again: ghosts, vampires, werewolves, and certainly zombies. But to work with these effectively we have to understand why they scare us. The answer is different for everyone! Let's take zombies as an example: for me, zombies are scary because they are infectious. I find plagues and diseases to be really really scary, even pre-covid lol. For others, it's more about loss of control - becoming a zombie means becoming an animal, or something else inhuman. Dig until you find the why. Then...

(3) Give someone the worst day possible. Picking your protagonist is critical. The monster has to be difficult for them to face! So think about what will play well off your core fear. If you've found zombies as your monster and distilled that to loss of control .. well, Luna would be a great choice! She's all about loss of control. That's super scary and very real for her. If you're going in more of an infectious disease direction, Twilight would make more sense - she would make a very believable germaphobe, yet still be driven to help those around her and find a cure. If you do it right, all you have to do is...

(4) Sit back and let it happen. It helps to have a destination in mind (even if it's as simple as "happy ending" or "real downer"), but if you've set yourself up this way you've got a concept and you're ready to let it rip. Start writing. Be gross. Scare yourself. Look over your shoulder and wonder who might be watching you. If you get stuck, ask yourself this: how could this possibly get any worse? Then do that. With pizzazz.

The details of writing prose that is gooey, gory, and chilling come from reading. You'll start to get a feel for where to linger, where to hold back, where to describe, and what to leave up to your reader's imagination. The hardest part is the balancing act - keep some things obscured. Leave some mystery while making it clear what is scary and why. However, once your audience knows the precise size and shape of what they're dealing with, it becomes a lot less scary! My rule of thumb is that I never want my audience to be able to plan a way around the danger. They should never be able to devise their own means of escape - something should always be left uncertain or shrouded in darkness.

I hope this helps!! If you'd ever like someone to look at what you're working on, I love beta-reading pony horror :) actually, come to think of it, I love beta-reading all horror!

Again, thank you! Your an earned my heart ❤️ I love hearing that my sacred are still scaring!

#im in quite a few mlp discords that are very interested in mlp horror also #so if you ever wanted to join a community like that im happy to share!#but since i dont own those discords im not willing to just post willy-nilly #idk maybe i should make an evil horse discord...#mlp #mlp horror #mlp fim horror #mlp fic #mlp fim fic #mlp fim horror fic #mlp fim #my little pony

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lenteur · 7 months

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bias tag game

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. then answer the questions below! try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

tagged by @yoohyeontual (not gonna lie, i'm still tempted to write @/korimi4) ♡ tagging: @byunbaekhyunie @kangseulqi @kingdomtual @kjisoos @kwon-eunbi @psyoungs @seulggi @soraenun @urons @venompinks and anyone who wants to do this game, consider yourself tagged

yes i am aware most of the biases listed below are no longer active idols but they still hold a special place in my heart ❤️

1.krystal / 2. suzy / 3. yeri / 4. yerin baek / 5. hikaru / 6. kang mina / 7. yeonjun / 8. nana (from woo!ah!) / 9. ahn sohee / 10. luna

1. between 7 and 5, who did you bias first? considering he debuted first, this one goes for yeonjun.

2. between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to? bae suzy ♡ i've grown up with her and i don't think i'll ever stop ulting her

3. if you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do? i was hoping to not end up with this kind of question because i know i'm way too awkward and wouldn't know what to say/do. other than that, the only instance where i'd want to meet one of my biases is at a concert, that's it! with that in mind, and after some consideration, i'm choosing krystal because i feel like we relate to some degree with each other. and she'd show me cool places with beautiful architecture.

4. what is your favorite physical feature about 9? i've always thought her face was stunning. i just don't know how to explain it but yeah, beautiful face!

5. what is your favorite part of 6's personality? i'll say her perseverance (had to check the spelling). she went through the whole produce 101 situation, ended up in the final gg. and then she went on to debut with gugudan and had to go through her company not paying enough attention to the group as a whole. when her contract ended, she then chose to pursue a career in acting. and i think that's beautiful because you can see how much effort she puts to reach her goals.

6. if you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them? so many things i want to say... first, i'd like to tell her to never lose her smile because her joy is contagious. also, she is an incredible performer. whenever i watch woo!ah! fancams, my attention is drawn to her because her stage presence is amazing. and you can see how much she likes being on stage and performing songs with her group. so, all in all, nana you're such a fantastic performer and i can't wait to see you perform other songs.

7. between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid? ... ..... .............. ...................................... it was a rather difficult choice because i like both of their styles but i'm going to go with suzy, especially her guess outfits. they're cute! and the carin glasses were amazing as well. oh and she's also a new longines ambassafor and i'm a big fan of watches so yeah :D suzy wins this one ^^

8. what is a style that you want to see 3 try? i don't know if it's already happened but i totally see yeri rock a retro (60s/70s/80s) concept. and i'm talking about both clothing and music. i think she'd pull it off well. i'm curious to see that

9. between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height? i really thought it was hikaru but no, it's yerin baek. i'm actually in the middle between the two.

10. between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best? considering ahn sohee hasn't released solo music, i'll go with luna. even if i had to choose between wonder girls and f(x), i'd still choose f(x) because i like their music better (just a tiny bit)

#this was a fun tag game :)#i don't think i've done this one before #i might have been tagged but my brain couldn't come up with ten biases lmao #it's a miracle i was able to list ten people without much of a struggle *round of applause for me*#funniest thing about this was how long it took me to answer all of that #i wanted to give as thorough an answer as i could #anyways tysm alex for tagging me <3 #tag game

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looking-up-akkos-miniskirt · 2 months

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Stuck with you

Diana Cavendish, the most promising young witch in Little Witch Academia, had always been known for her unwavering determination and unyielding focus. But on this fateful day, her single-mindedness would prove to be her undoing. She was in the middle of a particularly difficult spell, her hands wreathed in emerald flames as she chanted ancient incantations, when she felt a sudden jolt. The next thing she knew, she was no longer standing upright. Her torso had become lodged through a stone wall, trapping her midsection between the two halves of the structure. Her head and arms remained on one side, while her hips and legs spilled out onto the other. "Well, this is awkward," she muttered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

The wall in question was part of the oldest section of the academy, crafted from rough-hewn stones hundreds of years ago. The mortar that held them together had long since crumbled, leaving the entire structure teetering on the brink of collapse. The groundskeepers had been trying to shore it up for months, but their efforts had been futile. Now, Diana's wanted to attempt to restore the wall to its former glory...

"Diana!" exclaimed akko from near by. "What happened? Are you okay?" She looked at her friend's predicament with a mix of shock and amusement. "Well, this is the first time I've seen you "stuck" with anything."

The other students of Luna nova had gathered around, some offering words of encouragement, others laughing at the situation. Diana felt a blush creep up her neck as she heard their chuckles. "Very funny," she muttered. "Now can someone please get me out of here?"

Akko, stepped forward. With a determined grin on her face, she grabbed hold of Diana's skirt, intent on pulling her loose. "Don't worry, Diana! I've got you!" she exclaimed, only to realize too late that her grip was too strong. There was a loud ripping sound, and Akko stumbled back, clutching at her waist. Diana's skirt had come off in her hands, leaving her friend stuck there in her underwear. "Akko!" Diana cried, her face burning redder than ever.

Meanwhile, the other students had gone silent, their laughter replaced by a mixture of shock and embarrassment. Some looked away, trying not to watch, while others couldn't help but stare. The situation had escalated from awkward to downright mortifying.

Akko, now realizing the severity of her mistake, stammered an apology. "I-I'm sorry, Diana. I didn't mean to... I was just trying to help." She glanced down at her hands, still clutching the remains of Diana's skirt, and then back up at her behind.

The other students were still silent, unsure of how to react. Some shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting between Akko and Diana. Others couldn't help but snicker, adding to the awkwardness of the situation.

Diana bit her lip, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and anger. She knew she shouldn't be angry with Akko, but it was hard not to when she found herself in such an awkward position. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "It's okay, Akko," she said softly. "Just get me out of here"

"Well atleast you're wearing cute panties today, Diana!" Akko exclaimed, unable to hide a grin as she stared at her friend's now exposed legs. Diana's cheeks flushed even deeper, feeling an odd combination of embarrassment and gratitude. The other students exchanged glances, some smirking, others looking away awkwardly.

"T-thats none of your business!" Diana stammered, blushing even deeper. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, and she could feel the heat creeping up her neck. She wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground right then and there. The other students laughed softly, a few of them nudging each other and exchanging knowing glances.

"No seriously, they're like super sexy! You should wear them more often," Akko insisted. "A black thong is so you, Diana!" Diana wished she could melt into the ground. The other students exchanged amused glances, some snickering softly.

"Well, thank you, I guess?" Diana responded, her voice barely audible over the laughter. She felt her face burning even brighter. "But can you please get me out of here?" I rather not show any more skin, she thought to herself, wincing as she felt a chill run down her spine.

Akko hesitated for a moment, then grinned mischievously. "Oh come on, Diana! You're only wearing your underwear. It's not like it's the first time we've seen each other in our skivvies," she teased, nudging her friend playfully. Diana could feel her cheeks heat up even more at the mention of them seeing each other in their underwear.

The other students exchanged amused glances, some snickering softly. "Oh, come on, Diana! It's not like we haven't seen each other in our underwear before," Akko teased, her grin growing wider. She nudged her friend playfully. "Besides, you look super cute in those panties!"

Diana felt her face burn even brighter. "A-Akko, please..." she stammered, her cheeks flushing red. "Just get me out of here!" She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself up as much as possible.

"Sorry, sorry" Akko apologized, scratching the back of her head. She then took a deep breath and reached around Diana's waist once more. "On three, okay? One... two... three!" With all her might, she pulled with everything she had. There was a soft ripping sound and Akko fell back on the ground again.

Akko looked up only to see Dianas behind completely exposed. Her face flushed red with embarrassment as she realized what she had done. "I-I'm sorry, Diana!" she stammered, her hands trembling. "I didn't mean to..."

The other students, who had been watching the whole scene unfold with varying degrees of amusement and discomfort, now found themselves staring at Diana's exposed body in shock. Some of them couldn't help but let out a few gasps, while others tried to avert their eyes. Diana, meanwhile, felt like she was on fire. Her cheeks burned bright red, and she wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground.

Akko, realizing what she had done, felt a wave of panic wash over her. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Diana!" she cried, scrambling to her feet. "I didn't mean to..." She reached out tentatively, trying to cover her friend's exposed lower half.

Diana, still flushed with embarrassment, shrank away from Akko's touch. "No, don't touch there!" she cried, her voice shrill with panic. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breath came in ragged gasps. The other students watched in silence, unsure of how to react. Some looked mortified, while others struggled not to laugh.

"P-please don't look...!" Diana stammered, her voice cracking as she feels her face growing even hotter. Her heart is pounding out of her chest, and she's certain that every person in the area can see her body flush with embarrassment. She can't believe what just happened, and the humiliation is overwhelming.

Akko attempts to cover Diana's exposed lower half, but instead all she manage to do is grope her friend's private parts, making the situation even more awkward. The other students can't help but stare at this beautiful moment before them.

Diana's moans and her face turns even redder from embarrassment and anger. Good thing there was a wall between them. "Don't touch me there!" She moans. Akko keeps trying to cover her, but she keeps fondling her friend's private parts. "Oh my god, Akko!" She shrieks, her face now beet red. The other students couldn't help but chuckle, some trying to hold it in.

"Don't look everyone, can't you see she's embarrassed!" Akko yelled, trying to distract the other students. Her face was beet red too. Diana couldn't believe this was happening. She felt like her entire body was on fire, and her face was so red that she was sure it would burst into flames any second. She wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground.

"Okay, this time I'll definitely pull you loose!" Akko cried, taking a deep breath and steadying herself. She closed her eyes, reached around Diana, and pulled with all her might. "Wait!" Diana yelled, flailing her arms in protest. But it was too late. There was a loud ripping sound, and Akko and Diana tumbled to the ground.

Akko landed with a soft thud, her face smothered in something warm, soft, and decidedly fleshy. "Gah!" she sputtered, trying to get up. As she did so, she realized that her entire face was covered in Diana's naked behind. Her cheeks were pressed against Diana's buttocks, and her nose was buried in the soft hair between her legs. She could feel Diana's body heat radiating against her face, and she couldn't help but let out a surprised gasp.

She was finally free. Diana feels something warm and soft press against her backside, and for a moment she thinks it's just the ground. But as she tries to stand up, she realizes it's actually someone's face. Her friend Akko's face. She can feel Akko's breath against her skin, and she's sure that everyone in the school can see her bare bottom. Her heart races, and she wants nothing more than to melt into the ground.

Akko, still stunned from the fall, Diana's soft buttocks pressed against her face. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, and she can feel the heat radiating off Diana's body. She tries to talk, but it's all muffled against her friend's naked backside.

Diana moans softly as she feels something move near her crotch. She realizes it's Akko's mouth teasing her nether regions! " Oh my gosh! Akko are you okay?!" She gasps, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and surprise.

Akko mumbles something into Diana's backside, her voice muffled. "I'm...fine..." she says, her face still buried in Diana's soft flesh. Diana gets up on shaky legs, blushing furiously. Everyone around the starting at them in blissful disbelief.

Akko finally manages to pull herself together and stands up as well. Her face is still beet red, but she can't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment. "I-I guess that's one way to get free," she stammers, looking around nervously. Diana just stares at her friend, still unable to process what just happened.

Diana's face burns with embarrassment as she hurriedly covers herself with her hands, knowing fully well that everyone has already seen her in her most vulnerable state. Her mind races, trying to comprehend what just happened. She glances around, taking in the stunned expressions of her classmates and the blissful smirks on their faces. She feels a mixture of humiliation and anger welling up inside her.

"You're free Diana!" Akko exclaimed, trying to break the awkward silence. But it was too late. The damage had already been done. The memory of Diana's exposed bottom would be etched in everyone's minds for a long time to come.

Diana's heart raced as she tried to compose herself. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, and her eyes darted around nervously. Akko, on the other hand, seemed to be taking it all in stride. She smiled at her friend and gave her a reassuring pat on her bum. "It's okay, Diana. Everyone's seen worse." She laughed.

Diana's anger flared at her friend's attempt to make light of the situation. "And who's fault do you think that is!?" "If you wouldn't have pulled so hard, the whole school wouldn't know what my privates looks like!" she snapped, her voice rising in pitch.

"Eeh! But I thought you butt was really cute" Akko said bluntly. Diana's face turned even redder. "You pervert! You just wanted to see my butt!" she accused. "What? No, I didn't! It just slipped out!" Akko tried to defend herself. "Because you you couldn't be gentle! You were too rough!" Diana shouted. "How else where I suppose to get you out of there?" Akko retorted. " You didn't need to hold onto my clothes!" Diana shouted, her voice rising in anger. "But you're skin was to soft to hold onto!" Akko protested, not understanding why Diana was so upset.

While Akko and Diana continue to argue back and forth. The other students have gone back to their business, but there's an undercurrent of excitement in the air. They've just witnessed something truly unforgettable, something that will undoubtedly be the talk of the school for weeks to come.

#akko kagari #diana cavendish #litte witch academia #lwa fanfic #little witch academia #dianakko #dianakko fanfic #atemt at a fanfic #slightly not safe for work

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the-wizard-challenge · 1 year

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The Wizard Challenge

If you're like me and you have both an unquenchable thirst for roleplaying games and executive dysfunction, then you might also find yourself in a similar headspace of getting distracted and not tackling tasks that are necessary for the average functional civilian.

So, I decided to use my favorite pastime (coming up with D&D characters that I'll never use) as a way to help me motivate myself and trick myself into adopting better habits and routines in the coming year.

I didn't make any major new years resolutions for 2023 other than "do the the damn thing," and generally get around to all the things I should get done. My mental illness often inhibits me from getting into the correct state of mind where I feel motivated enough to start something, much less finish it.

And then I got to thinking, what if I could give myself XP for actually finishing tasks I set out to do? What If I could fuel my motivation with my inherent desire for escapism?

As a millennial with mental illness, I've seen motivational plans and tips like this a hundred times before, and have always felt pretty meh about them or fallen off early. Since I thought of this concept, however, I haven't been able to get it out of my head. Might as well give it a shot!

I first turned to D&D 5e, the TTRPG system I'm most familiar with. It's easy to grasp, and there's tons of materials available online.

Then I started going down the rabbit hole that is creating a character concept, which is my favorite part of starting any game. But I also had to think of how I would apply my task management and routine-building.

I decided to pick a Wizard for my class. Because one of my general goals is to read more often, Wizard felt like a good option; any time I finish a book, I can treat it as a spell and add it to my wizard's spellbook.

I've been playing a lot of Potionomics and I adore the design for Luna, a moth girl with a talent for marketing. I picked Fairy for my wizard's ancestry, and got to work designing a moth-ish Wizard baby. Her name is Phalena, she enjoys green tea, and I'm aiming for her subclass to be Order of Scribes.

Then I sat down to think over how certain tasks and goals should be calculated in terms of experience. I didn't want to make things too easy on myself, so I factored in the idea that most D&D groups are about 4-6 players on average. I looked up some basic enemy stats for 5e (specifically, low CR enemies) and used that to build up my own system.

Basically, everyday tasks like doing laundry, washing dishes, or picking up groceries are equal to low-level monsters like zombies and skeletons (challenge rating 1/4). These are things that must be done, but can still be difficult to accomplish.

The total experience points awarded for defeating a zombie is 50 xp. As I said, though, you'll typically be playing D&D with at least 2 other people. Taking into account a 5-person party, that 50 xp is divided into 10 xp each.

Considering that the average time to actually start and finish one of these tasks is relatively low (15 to 30 minutes being the range), the trick that made the most sense to me was to take the total time in minutes it took to finish something and multiply it by 2 to get my total xp.

The original idea was to just multiply the minutes by 10, which would get me roughly around the average amount of xp in an encounter. For example, washing the dishes would be 150 xp. But if I'm trying to keep my numbers more in line with regular D&D sessions, that number would have to be split 5 ways to account for companions that I would surely need to overcome these encounters.

I mean, we all know how squishy wizards are. Let's be realistic.

So, the system became # of minutes a task takes to start and finish x 2. This also accounts for more arduous and draining tasks like studying or a workout session, which take longer, to have a proportional reward.

I'll be real right now: I haven't ironed out absolutely everything yet. I already have lots of ideas for other things I want to try. For example, I'm currently studying for specific certification that is in my field of work. Rather than just tallying up all experience points from studying sessions and taking the test, I also want to treat it like a side quest for a magic item - maybe a flying broomstick or an upgraded spellbook.

I also have thoughts about how rests should be treated, if I should think of those as self care activities. Maybe activities that I like that should be more moderated like playing video games can be seen as spell slots or once-per-long-rest abilities.

There's a lot of mechanics in 5e I could potentially incorporate other than just xp and new spells, but I feel like this is a good foundation for what I'm trying to do.

I also wanted to share this on Tumblr because I know there are others like me who may or may not find this interesting, and also 2023 is the year of the wizard as I understand it.

I want to be able to sketch my wizard and share her soon, but in the mean time I've already racked up some xp in the past couple days that I'm itchin to log.

#d&d #dnd #dnd oc #dnd ocs #d&d oc #d&d ocs #dungeons and dragons #dungeons & dragons #dnd 5e #5e #d&d 5e #wizard #year of the wizard #order of scribes #fairy

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anguis-sapphire · 1 year

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for the series meme: pokemon reborn — @drpresto :}

Oh, the rambles you may have unleashed here. Thank you for this, friend, this really really means a lot ^-^

(source: this post by askboxmemes)

Give me a series & I’ll tell you..

❤ Favourite Male: Taka my beloved (platonically)!! He is a somewhat sad scarf man and I care about him greatly. As do many others, which makes me smile to see. I’m very very glad he comes back on Anna Route (and some Lin Routes, since I think the only requirements are Reshiram and victory at Pyrous?), even if it isn’t until Tier 5. In fact, I’m pretty sure the reason I downloaded Reborn myself in the first place was to get to experience Zekrom Route firsthand (because the playthrough I was watching ended up on Reshiram), and I wanted to do this so that Taka wouldn’t get killed off in my version of the game and so I could get what I thought at the time was a better or at least kinder ending (even if Anna Route - which needs Reshiram - has since become my favourite route now that episode 19 is out).

❤ Favourite Female: Funnily enough, Elena actually came to mind first for this, which is thanks to her combination of amazing personality and super pretty design AND awesome Trainer title and type specialities (haha no I’m not biased because my self-insert is also a Ghost-type specialist, what are you talking about). ..But all of that also applies to Luna, as well. And it would just feel wrong to not say Luna for this, especially given that Elena is present in the game for all of one postgame cutscene and that's it (which is REALLY a shame). So.. Luna. As my general track record of blogging on Tumblr in general probably indicates quite well. I just really really love her, okay?? ;w;

❤ Favourite Pairing: ..does Lunadri count because then if so Lunadri (i.e. my selfship with Luna). Going strictly by canon x canon, though.. maybe Julirini (Julia x Florinia)? Ayahardy is also a classic, as are the Agate Ace Triumvirate (though that's three, not a pairing) - the detail of Noel being commissioned for a wedding ring and Serra I think being commissioned for a wedding dress after the timeskip made me smile. However I can’t deny that the concept of- is it Solias? Solaris x Elias - is very amusing to me. Arcdrienn and Takace are both nice ideas as well, and I think Torialice and Noelumi would be cute too. ..Aaah, this game has so many neat potential pairings and that’s not even considering OC x canon ships and selfships, of which there are many (which I absolutely adore seeing and am not listing only out of not wanting to accidentally not mention one that I like)!!!

❤ Least Favourite Character: If it has to only be one, then.. Probably Sigmund. Other candidates would be Bennett and Elias (maybe for obvious reasons, but I’m afraid I still can’t shake the dislike despite their improvements in postgame), and Sirius, and then to a lesser extent Fern (though seeing how much other people like him has somewhat helped, things like the Beryl Bridge scene do not help him).

❤ who’s most like me: Hmm.. I'm not sure, actually! To tell you the truth, I struggle a bit with figuring out what I’m like in the first place, which makes answering questions like these very difficult.

❤ most attractive: ..I mean, again, I can't not mention Luna for this. She is very pretty and I love her (everyone interprets her outfits slightly differently but they always look really good). But then so is Elena. Perhaps this is something you may have been expecting.

❤ three more characters that I like: Ace is DEFINITELY one I have to mention here - they are just such a good addition to the cast and I love just about anything to do with them. I also care a lot about Anna and Noel - I think Noel is still very underrated, which i know is kind of the point, but still. Also Shelly, she is so good. And also Shade, I wish he was more present in the postgame honestly (although that might stem from the main quest featuring him, as in the one that shows some of his backstory, is the Jirachi quest, which is one of my least favourites because of all the needless Sigmund info). ..I could honestly mention half the cast here, to be fair, but I'll stop here because this is already such a long answer ;w;

..Oh crumbs this took something in the realm of a week to fill out and is probably several hundred words long. I apologise profusely. I hope you enjoy reading this even if it probably makes absolutely zero sense to you. Thank you very kindly for this opportunity, friend ;w;

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jobrookekarev · 2 years

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She Will Always Hate Me

Chapter: 1/1

Words: 949

Summary: Alex sees Jo happy with someone else after coming back and knows she will never forgive him for leaving her.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson (past) and Jack Gibson/Jo Wilson

Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Jack Gibson, and Luna Wilson.

Rating: General Audiences.

Additional Tags: Pining, Angst, Hate, Divorce, Post-Letter, Lost Love, and Song Fic.

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AN: Based on the song ‘Always Hate Me’ by James Blunt. It definitely has post-letter Jolex feels.

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It hurt to see Jo again for the first time. More so see her in the arms of someone else. The one to whom her heart belongs to now. Alex had first seen them when Jack came to pick Jo up at the end of the day. Her daughter, their daughter, Luna, ran into her mother's arms before Jack joins the two of them, leaning in to kiss Jo. Jack presents Jo with a box of sliced pizza from the place that they used to go to together. Alex sees Jo smile and eagerly take the pizza while putting a hand on her growing bump. She was happy she had a family with someone else and that hurt the most.

Alex had been drowning in sorrow from the moment he left Seattle. He missed Jo, he missed his wife. He missed his friends, and his family, and the life they had in Seattle. He thought that coming home would help, but he was still drowning in his heartbreak. He wishes that he could say all the things that he didn't say in the letter. Give Jo a real explanation and a true apology for the things that he had done. However, he knows that his words will be of no use to her. He never did learn how to speak from the heart.

He wished he could tell her that he never meant to hurt her in all of this. It's just something that he does. No matter how hard he tried to be good and to stop hurting her, especially after everything with DeLuca. Yet, from the moment Izzie told him she had his kids, he knew that he would end up hurting Jo. One way or another. Still, he knows it's not a good excuse.

Alex has taken to staring at her. Every time he sees a flash of her short brown hair and pink scrubs he turns his head and stops what he's doing to stare at her. Yet, it’s not enough. Still, she doesn’t indulge him, but turns away the second she feels his gaze.

He knows that she will always hate him.

No matter what he says to her, no matter how much he apologizes. He knows the fact that they work together has made it all the more difficult for the both of them. She only regards him at work and when their patients overlap. The first time they truly spoke, she just looked at him and said that he lost her and there was nothing he could do or say to get her back.

Jo made it very clear that she doesn't want to know him. She didn't want to know the little details of his life, of his work, and of his kids. Without her, Seattle seems more lonely. Although he still has Meredith, Maggie, and Amelia, still he lives alone spending half his time without his kids. When Alex left for Kansas, he left Jo alone. Now he's the one who’s alone.

Make no mistake, the love Jo had for him was gone. He knew that the moment he saw her again and more so now.

Alex looks back on the good times they had together. They were so happy together, he had never been as happy with anyone as he was with Jo. He loved her deeply and fiercely. Every morning when he woke up next to her he smiled, he doesn't smile when he wakes up anymore.

He remembers the last day that he woke up next to her. He had begged her to stay in bed. He had wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back. She had insisted that he needed to make his flight, finish packing, and get ready despite how they both had the day off. Still, she had to let him pull her back into his arms. Alex thinks of her smile and her laugh. He knows it's wrong to want to hear it again as he watches her smile and laugh with her boyfriend, he knows she's never going to hold his heart again.

Now, she doesn't smile for him and she never laughs. When they share patients, she keeps things professional and cordial. The second it was just the two of them, she drops her kindness for a hard glare at him and leaves his presence as soon as she can.

He never thought that she could be cold towards him.

He knows that she will always hate him.

Alex watches as her boyfriend leans down and places a kiss on her belly. Jo smiles and laughs for him before she leans in and kisses him. As they leave, Jack reaches out and places a hand on her back, he's nothing but a gentleman, the firefighter she's dating. Jack. He learned his name and profession from Meredith. Jack is everything he ever wanted for Jo when he left. Someone who is so much better than him. Still, Alex knows that Jo hasn't let him put a ring on her finger despite how she carries his baby in her belly. That’s because of him and how he broke her trust forever. Meredith said that Jo promised she would never marry again after he left. He knows he’s to blame for that.

As the family of three leaves, Jo catches him staring. Alex doesn't look away, he can't. Even when her happy eyes and smile fade into a glare that she sends his way. Then she turns back to Jack and Luna and her smile returns. He wonders if he made the right choice in coming back to Grey-Sloan.

She will always hate him and nothing will change it.

Because the love she had for him is gone.

#alex karev #jo wilson #jolex #joxjack #luna wilson #jack gibson #grey's anatomy #station 19 #otp: home and heart #grey's anatomy fanfic #my work #my writing #my fanfiction #queue tea

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dododan · 10 days

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Forgotten Perseverance - Chapter 4

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Katharina and her friends went on a trip to the mysterious Ebott Mountain. The teenagers wanted to see if the legends of monsters from under the mountain were true. What they didn't take into account was that some of the people who climbed this mountain never came back from it. What will Katharina discover and what price will she pay for it?

I find it difficult to tell the time at this place.... They have a completely different calendar to us up there. The night and day seem to be different too. Some strange crystals on the ceiling of the caves give off as much light as if it were the middle of the day and then dim after a while. According to Dr Gaster they reflect the cycle of day and night on the surface. He may be right, but my impression is that there are several hours difference.

17/18 August 1994. 

It was a stupid, even idiotic idea to climb that damned Ebott Mountain. But I hadn't seen it yet at first.  

The day started in the usual way. Morning wake-up call with Luna. Breakfast...  

Somehow I can't seem to concentrate on writing. So much has happened and I can't cope with it.... I can't tell anyone... Why? Because I'm an idiot! I've climbed up this FUCKING mountain! I lost everything....  

Okay... I need to calm down... Write it all down... Prove to myself that this is not a dream or the beginning of a mental illness....  I'm in too much pain for this to be some kind of hallucination.

The day passed peacefully. I told my parents that I would stir to keep Jenny company like the day before, since she was only alone with her sister. They didn't know anything against it. Peter said he used the same excuse with his parents.

None of the adults would let us go to the mountains. We had to use trickery to make our bet a reality.  

I pulled an old black mountain rucksack from the bottom of my wardrobe. I packed the most necessary things into it. A few bottles of water previously stoked from the kitchen and dry provisions - biscuits, pretzels and chocolate. It's easy to get diabetes with us. But I agreed with my friends that I would take care of the sweets and they would do the rest.

I still packed a book on astronomy in my backpack. We were planning to stay there for a few hours, so in order not to get bored I decided to take a book. I like the night sky, it is my passion. Black holes and their mysteries. The numerous theories about space-time tunnels.... I could describe these theories endlessly.  But that's not the point now.

I still hid my phone, my pocket knife in my side pocket, my diary. It's a good thing I took it with me, because I don't know how I would have coped with the flurry of thoughts. 

When I finished packing, I slung it over my shoulder, leaving the room. I was ready and excited. The trip to Ebott Mountain had filled me with excitement at the time, which dampened my fears. As I can now see not so unfounded.  

I quickly said goodbye to my parents. They didn't suspect anything. They thought I would spend the day at Jenny's. They were so absorbed in their work that they didn't pay much attention to me.

I wonder, if I had spoken up then, would they have noticed that I had left? Did they already realise I hadn't come home? Or are they so absorbed in their work and think I'm home?

I don't know. You never know with them. Work has always been important to them. Maybe even more important than me and my sister. Is that why she flaked out on this camp?

I'm finding it hard to concentrate... I'm really tired, but I have to.  

On the way up I picked up Peter and Jennifer. She left her sister in the care of an elderly neighbour - who had already looked after Bella a few times.   

From the town park, we headed to the area around the old gate next to the Community Centre, where you can walk a path through the woods to the top of Ebott Mountain. The walk through the woods was pleasant. We talked a lot - about everything and nothing. We ate sweets that I had taken with me.

We were close to the summit. Through the dense treetops I could already see the faintly painting top of the mountain in the blue sky. We had taken a break a few minutes earlier. Jennifer was not used to such exertion, so we took a rest every now and then. We had already managed to eat some of the snacks. We still had sandwiches left over, made by Peter.  

Jeny was just leaning against a tree, catching her breath. She raised her hand for a moment as if she wanted to say something, but let it go.  

"Are you seriously that out of shape?" the boy asked her. I really felt sorry for the girl, but we were so close to our destination.

I wanted to see the town of Buttmon from Ebott Mountain as soon as possible. I thought it would look great. That was my main reason for climbing the peak. Peter was doing it for the plant, and Jeny. Above all, she supported us in this bet. 

"Come on we're close now" I said. "I promise, when we're on the summit we'll take an hour's rest."

Jennifer gathered the rest of her strength, setting off along the path. I could go on and on about the beauty of the forest, but somehow I can't concentrate on it. I still have a headache, even though it's been so long.... I'm not even sure how much....  

Some time later we found the cave. It was hardly visible from the path through the dense bushes. Curious (or rather, me and Peter) we decided to check it out. No one had told us about the grotto at the top of the mountain before. Peter and I had climbed the mountain many times ourselves and somehow never came across this grotto. The bushes had almost overgrown the entrance. It looked as if no one had walked this way for a long time.  We pushed back the branches, cutting off a few with my penknife. When we got inside, we couldn't see much. Darkness shrouded the cave.

"Does anyone have a torch?" I asked, and clarity followed.    

"I may not have fitness, but I can anticipate" Jennifer replied, stepping forward. 

Torchlight illuminated the rocky corridor. There were tree roots hanging from the ceiling, but they were not long enough to restrict our visibility or interfere with our journey in any way. The deeper we descended then stalactites began to appear hanging from above. Majestic stalagmites sawing towards the ceiling, trying to merge with the stalactites to form stalagmites, massive columns of rock.  After a long time (I'm not sure how long it had been since we entered, neither of us bothered to check the time) we saw a light at the end of the corridor. Faint, but a light nonetheless. We stopped. We weren't sure if it was the exit from the cave. Some kind of breach in the ceiling or maybe a landslide. We moved slowly in that direction. Neither of us spoke. Suddenly someone grabbed me from behind. I felt someone's hand on my mouth. Hot breath on the back of my neck. A strong grip on my left hand. Painfully twisted behind my back.   

"Give me back my soul" a snarling voice whispered in my ear.

 Adrenaline went to my head. The only thing I could think of was that monster from the legends. The one that appeared in the village with the girl's body. I didn't analyse anything. I simply acted. I hit my attacker's foot with all my strength. Startled, he let go of my hand and I grabbed his hand with which he covered my mouth. I quickly stabilised my stance by bending down. It didn't even take a minute for me to flip him over my back, and my attacker landed with a bang on the ground.  

The opponent lay in front of me illuminated by the faint light of a torch.  

"Cretinous blank" I hissed through my teeth at Peter, who was reeling on the ground from laughter.  

"Don't tell me you seriously believe in monsters!" laughed the boy.  

Jeny shone her torch at us. In the dim glow of the torch, I noticed the girl rolling her eyes. Peter could be very annoying at times. At that moment I really thought I had been caught by some kind of demon. Only in my life I wouldn't admit it to him.  

"In your dreams" I said huskily, kicking up a pile of sand that had soiled his T-shirt.  

The boy stood up, shaking off his clothes. He wanted to say something, but I hit him on the head with my open palm.  

He failed to dodge the blow, so he rubbed the sore spot.  

"And this is for what?" He asked.  

"I'm checking to see if you've got something there," I commented, walking on.  "But all I could hear was an echo."

The boy mumbled something under his breath, but I preferred to pretend not to hear it. I marched along with Jeny, with Peter trailing behind us, saying that I could have treated him a little more gently. He was asking for it himself, overlapping me from behind.

The closer we got to the light the corridor started to get bigger. We found ourselves in a monstrous colossal chamber. I poked my head upwards. There was no ceiling above us. Mount Ebott was hardly a mountain.... It was more like a volcano. Or something like it. But I had never heard of there being any volcano in the area. I couldn't logically explain why our mountain didn't have a summit. After all, we had been on it so many times and never noticed a big crater?

No one in town was talking about it either. Now that I think about it, maybe it's the work of magic?

There was a tremendous amount of light coming through the opening, so Jeny turned off the torch.  

"This is..." she fell silent as if searching for the word.

"Amazing," Peter finished for her, and Jeny smiled slightly in response.

We all started looking around. We hadn't noticed the big gap in the floor before and Jeny came too close to it. She wobbled over the edge, but luckily I was close enough to grab her hand. The girl regained her balance.  

"Are you all right?" I asked panicked.  

At that moment I couldn't imagine what would have happened if my friend had fallen in there. Jeny was shaking all over. She was really badly frightened. I don't blame her. Peter put his arm around Jennifer, who was still trembling. I picked up her torch, which had fallen out of her hand. It was slightly bruised, but it continued to work. I turned it on, shining it into the hole. Unfortunately I couldn't see anything, we had too weak a light source.  

"Do you think they are there?" I asked them, trying to see something in the darkness. But as I wrote earlier I couldn't see anything. I turned back to my friends, expecting an answer.  

Jeny had calmed down a bit by now, so she moved away from Peter. 

"Maybe we should go back now?" my friend said weakly. "'If we go back now no one will know what we've done. "

"I think Jeny is right. It's dangerous" replied Peter.  

I was angry with my friends at that moment. I understood the situation from a moment ago, but nothing happened to anyone. I thought we could continue on our way.  

"Nothing happened," I said, walking along the edge. I thought I might be able to illuminate something with my torch. I was very curious about what was there. The whole cave seemed almost magical to me. I wanted to see more."We can see the rest of this room," I added, shining the torch sideways. Did I flash any bushes? How could there be any plants growing here at all.

"How did nothing happen! Jenny almost fell!" shouted an agitated boy at me.  

"Almost makes all the difference," I said, not really paying attention to what was going on around me.

"Are you kidding me?" shouted Peter. " You're only thinking about yourself again!"

I didn't really like that he was shouting at me. I didn't feel like I had done anything wrong. At least at the time, I think about it differently now.

Peter was right. I'm a very selfish person. I was the one who was always dragging them everywhere, regardless of the fact that I was causing them problems. How many times have they had to explain themselves because of me and I never even apologised to them.

Peter just wanted me to be careful. Maybe if I listened to him I would move away from the edge. The ground wouldn't have settled beneath my feet. I wouldn't have fallen here. I wouldn't have destroyed everything.

I remember feeling the ground slipping under my feet. Instinctively, I stretched my arms out in front of me trying to grab onto something. The silhouettes of my friends appeared before my eyes. Jeny... Her face frozen in terror.... Peter, who dashed to catch me. At the last moment I managed to grab onto a protruding root.

I felt gravity pulling me down and the branch slipping from my hands. I felt a strange heat spread through my body. My hands were tingling. The only thing I could make out was just one word. 

"Help" I said in a tearful voice looking at Peter. The boy put out his hand towards me.

"Grab onto me!" he shouted. 

 With one hand I let go of the vine. I tried to grasp his hand, but it was too far away. Peter leaned out even more. I tried to pull myself up on the root once more. I thought he would hold on, but I was counting. Our hands literally slipped past each other by millimetres. I was falling into the darkness.  

"NO!" I heard Peter's voice one last time.  

As I fell, I rubbed myself against some branches. Instinctively I began to scream. I don't know what purpose this had. My body broke the vines with great momentum, spinning me around. After that, I don't remember much. A hard encounter with the ground.

I think I hit the ground with my right shoulder, because I felt a huge pain there. But I felt worse in my leg. I tried to get up, but my ribs wouldn't let me. I had trouble catching my breath. I turned onto my back. I could see a faint light in the distance. I cautiously and slowly lifted myself up. I looked around the room. I was lying on some sort of bed of yellow flowers. But a throbbing headache prevented me from concentrating. After a while I heard quiet footsteps approaching me. I expected a man to help me, but what I saw left me stunned. 

A small skeleton dressed in an orange striped sweatshirt, dark trousers and a red scarf. His skull was strange... More elongated than ours. Well, and how could he move. Suddenly he turned towards me.  

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He said coming up to me.  

I didn't know what he was. Maybe he's a monster, a hallucination.... I didn't care. I quickly pulled the knife out of my bag. My hands were shaking terribly and the skeleton would stop for a moment.

"DAD!"

Then two monsters, similar to the smaller one, ran into the room.

…

My father and I ran into the Flower Chamber. We were full of fear. At the time, we didn't know who this person was. We were afraid that he might be like Brave. We didn't want anyone to get hurt.

In the middle of the room there was a flower bed on which a girl slowly stood up. She looked anxiously around to the sides. Not far from her stood Papyrus. Fortunately at a safe distance.  

The fallen girl looked at my brother, watching him carefully. As soon as we ran into the hall, she turned towards us.  

The teenage girl was lying on the ground, illuminated by a sheaf of light coming from a hole in the stone ceiling. She was smeared with earth. In some places her clothes were torn and stained with blood. Several twigs and buttercups were entangled in her hair. Her face was scored with numerous abrasions and scratches, but what caught my attention was the pocket knife in her shaking hands.  

"Hey, we're not going to do anything to you. I am Papyrus, and this is my brother and father," said Paps, approaching the girl. 

 She, on the other hand, reacted a little more violently. She quickly pulled a knife in front of her, pointing it at Papyrus. 

"D-don't come up!" she shouted in terror, raising the knife.  

 My brother immediately stopped. He didn't seem afraid of her. He wanted to help her, but I was of a different opinion. It was better to get rid of the threat right away before it caused problems. I thought my father thought the same as me.

I thought people were hateful monsters, mercilessly harming monsters. Even the sight of a helpless, injured girl didn't change my mind then.  

"My father will help you" Papyrus said softly, smiling at the girl. "Right?" he turned to our father, gazing at him expectantly.

I was hoping that my father would somehow settle this matter quickly. I looked at him, but it was hard to make out any emotion from Dad's face. Only later did I learn that he must have fought hard with himself to do what he did.

The girl also seemed uncertain. Then something happened that I would never have expected in my life. My father took a few steps towards the girl. He knelt down near her at a safe distance. The teenage girl momentarily pointed her pocket knife in her father's direction. If she had not been terrified before, she might have panicked then.  

I quickly ran up to Paps, shielding him with myself. I wasn't sure exactly what my father was up to, but I had to protect Papyrus at all costs. The youngster didn't understand why I stood in front of him. He didn't see the fallen girl as a threat.

Some of the young monsters, especially those of Papyrus' age, were too young to remember the Bravery. The younger beasts did not fully comprehend the threat posed by humans.  

"Don't be afraid," Dad said softly. With every word he said, I didn't believe what he was trying to do. "I'm not going to hurt you. I will help you, but..." I couldn't understand why my father was doing this. After all, he is the one who has suffered the most from people. How can he want to help her, I thought. Dad put out his hand towards the girl. "Give me that knife first. "

Really, at that moment I didn't believe what I was seeing.  

I didn't understand my father's actions. He later told me that he did it because of Papyrus. If he hadn't asked him he probably would have killed the girl.

She looked at him. I noticed that tears were pouring down her cheeks and that she was shaking all over. Her arms were moving up and down rapidly. Out of the corner of her eye she glanced at me and my brother, then returned her gaze to my father.  

"Do you promise?" She asked pleadingly through her tears.  

"Promise," my father said calmly. "I will help you." 

The teenager looked at the knife once more and at her father. He just waited patiently for her decision. He did not rush her. He did not add more stress to her. I knew she had no chance with him. If she had just tried something her father could have easily summoned the bones and ended it.   

The girl loosened her grip, turned the pocket knife handle towards her father. The man approached her calmly, taking it from her.  

At this point, most monsters would have killed Katharina mercilessly, taking advantage of her moment of weakness, but Dad didn't. He hid the girl's weapon in his coat pocket. He knelt down beside her on the grass.  

"These are my sons" he said, looking at us. "They won't hurt you."  

I felt like telling my father to speak only for himself. I felt it was necessary to take this opportunity to kill the girl and give her soul to the king. I refrained from doing so for Paps' sake. I did not want the youngster to think me a heartless creature.  

At the same time Papyrus came out from behind my back running up to the girl. He sat down next to her, smiling widely.  

"See? I said he would help" replied my brother, looking at Kath.  

I was more sceptical about her. I walked towards them, but didn't sit on the ground. I preferred to have some leverage over her if necessary.  

My father helped take the girl's bag off his back. He put it aside, but still within sight of the teenager. She seemed a little less frightened then, but still watched her father's movements closely. In particular when he was about to use his magic to heal the scratches on the teenager's forearm.

A purple glow surrounded my dad's hands, and his eye socket lit up with a violet flame. The girl immediately pulled her hand out of my dad's grasp. She immediately regretted it as she scowled, clutching her aching arm. She looked at her father with a grimace of pain. She didn't have to say anything as her father pre-empted her question.

"This is healing magic. I will use it to heal your wounds," said my father calmly. "Unless you prefer me to leave your arm and leg in this state?" he added expectantly. 

 He tried the same method on me. Anyone with healing magic at hand would have used it rather than let the wounds heal slowly and allow infection to set in.  

My father's remark about the girl's condition caused me to take a closer look at her. There was a huge bruise on her right forearm, indicative of a serious injury. Maybe even a broken collarbone?

Her leg didn't look too interesting either. The material of her trousers was decorated with red, which was becoming more and more intense in colour. She must have broken her leg in the fall, and the bone must have cut her muscles and skin.  

"It doesn't hurt at all," said my brother without stopping smiling "If you are afraid, you can hold my hand" He held out his hand towards the girl.

 She looked at him. At first surprised, but after a moment she smiled gently. She took Papyrus' offer, giving him a healthy hand. The father looked at them. For a moment a gentle smile appeared on his face. Well, but why be surprised. Paps, with his kindness, was sometimes dishevelled.   

When her father treated her shoulder, she did not take her eyes off him. More out of curiosity than fear.

For a person who had never seen magic, it must be an intriguing sight. Magic surrounded the girl's arm, relieving the pain in the process. The bruise slowly disappeared, and soon there was no trace of it. Her father had easily healed her arm, so it couldn't have been a fracture. Maybe a contusion.

When her father let go of her arm, she stared at it for a moment in silence. She seemed not to fully believe what she was seeing. At this time, her father began to look at her leg.  

"What is your name?" asked my brother carelessly. "You can call me Paps" he pointed at himself and then at me. "And this is my older brother Sans." 

I looked at the girl when the youngster said my name. Our gazes crossed for less than a second as I immediately turned my eyes away from her. I wanted nothing to do with her.

I figured I didn't need to know her name since she would soon die at the hands of King Asgor anyway. Instead of them, I became interested in my father. He had managed to stretch his trouser leg. He was upset because her leg looked terrible. She had an open fracture of the tibia. A fragment of the tibia could be seen from the extensive wound. Blood was still oozing from the injury, dripping onto the glaucoma. Her father knew what to do, he was just waiting for the right moment. If the girl started to struggle, she could aggravate her injury. Violet magic surrounded the girl's leg.  

"I'm Katharina, but you can call me Kath," she replied weakly, paying no attention to her father's actions.

My father looked at me with a meaningful gaze and nodded towards the girl.

I sighed heavily. He could use some help, and Paps had so far been busy talking to Kath. But that's good, at least the girl won't pay attention as we set her bone. Yes... We... After all, I had to help my father somehow. We had to distract the girl to the end.  

I sat down next to them, a bit off to the side.  

"Yeah, you're probably feeling heartbroken by the fall" it may not have been a very ambitious joke, but what mattered was that she had lost interest in her father.  

She looked at me, laughing lightly. After a moment, a grimace of pain entered her face. She clutched at her breast. Father noticed it too. We both must have thought the same thing. Her ribs were also damaged. Since she was breathing and not coughing up blood, they were probably only cracked. Paps didn't know what was going on, so he got a little nervous.  

The teenager looked at the youngster and tried to smile. Somehow it worked out for her.  

"It doesn't hurt that much" she said to Papyrus, who immediately calmed down upon hearing her. 

Out of the corner of my eye I glanced at my father. He continued to attend to her fracture, but in a moment her bone would have to be set. I sprang into action. I tried my best to riddle Katharina with my rusks. By the way, I also distracted Paps. They both listened to me and my brother complained every now and then about my lame jokes.  

"If you didn't like them, you wouldn't be smiling right now," I replied to my brother, who nervously tried to prove to me that my rusks didn't make him laugh. The girl looked at us, laughing weakly every now and then.  

Just then, her father set her bone in one smooth motion. Katharina shuddered violently, gripping her leg with both hands. In pain, she bit her lower lip with her teeth. I knew how it hurt. I had gone through the same thing myself a few months ago. Paps confused, grabbed the girl's arm. He was afraid that something had happened to her. The girl suddenly leaned against me, which made me freeze slightly. I think she had hit consciousness.   

"Kath!" shouted a frightened Paps.  

"Papyrus, calm down" said Paps, without stopping to use his magic. "She will get a little sleep. Even one forced by magic."

The young man, slightly frightened, stopped squeezing Katharina's shoulder. He looked at me, seeking confirmation.  I nodded my head. When the wound on the girl's leg had completely healed, the father looked at us.  

"We need to take her home and take care of her broken leg," her father announced.  

Yes... He was serious. At that time I couldn't believe that he really wanted to take care of her. I couldn't contradict him. I also didn't want to start another argument.  

Paps, on hearing this news, jumped for joy. He had never seen a man before, and now he would be living with him for an indefinite amount of time.  

I could not fathom how a father could expose himself in such a way for a mere girl. If someone found out we were harbouring a man, probably even a close relationship with the king wouldn't save us.     

Just what was left for me to do other than trust him? I watched in silence as he took the unconscious Katharina in his arms, heading towards the exit. After a while, he turned back to me.  

"Sans, take her bag," her father announced, walking with Papyrus. I lazily took her backpack following my father and brother.  

At home, my father put Kath on the sofa in the living room, sending Paps to fetch a medical aid kit. The youngster quickly found it and brought it to his dad. The two of them began dressing the teenager, but Papyrus only assisted. I, on the other hand, stood, leaning against the wall wondering why my father was doing all this and whether Katharina was a danger to us.

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rayneyday97 · 1 month

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Just a little blurb from a future year in my HP fanfic on AO3 that wouldn't make sense for me to post there as it's a very long form chronological thing. Story there is still early in year 1, but I imagine this being nearer to summer of 4th or 5th year. Also me procrastinating essays so that's fun~

Warnings: none

Notes: this fanfic (in its full form) is with all the same characters as the books, like the golden trio generation, but I've set them like 11 years later time wise so muggles have pretty much a post-smartphone-era technology usage.

She always thought of the clouds in Glasgow as herd animals. Especially on those days where the sky was dotted from end to end with smaller, fluffy white clouds. They reminded her of creatures softly floating together in the same direction across the sky, their speed determined by the wind.

Rayne cared a lot about the topics on which she had to write her summer essays, which she thought always helped her write passionately. Unfortunately, it didn't help the way she thought it would in terms of getting through dense source materials. Did she think provisions in the Ministry of Magic had been essential to promoting the teaching of spells and potions in their original ancient Celtic languages? Yes, absolutely. Was "Preservation of the Ancient Magicks in their own Tongues: Let's Do Our Best for the Runes of our Ancestors" by Margaret Hillsby a 'fascinating read'? No, it was denser than 700-year-old petrified wood. And so, whenever she felt herself starting to nod off, with phrases like "magical Gaidhealtachd" and "regional economic development" scrolling behind her eyes like a newsreel, Rayne would snap herself out of her stupor by looking up through the window/skylight in front of/above her and watch another cloud, nearly blindingly white from reflecting the summer sun, make its slow migration towards the far horizon.

She wished any of her Ravenclaw classmates could be there with her. Even if they said nothing at all, Rayne always valued how much more productive she was when working alongside others. Her most recent ADHD Self-Help book from the public library described this phenomenon as "body-doubling", and it was difficult to achieve during summer breaks when everyone else was home with a family and she was not. Though her roommate Luna had a mobile phone now (just a basic pay-as-you-go one), she apparently didn't live anywhere close to a signal tower. Makes sense, Rayne supposed, if the completely magical town she lives in is warded against Muggles like Diagon Alley is.

Hell, she wouldn't even mind a snide text from Malfoy. In fact, if she had time to plan her comebacks to whatever snark he sent, she felt like a text conversation would put her at an extreme advantage for once. Or she could send memes to Crab and Goyle. Fred and George would probably clickbait her into getting rickrolled, and Ron might send some kind of weird reddit post about quidditch world cup chances. Hermione... would send BBC news articles! Harry would send conspiracy theories, but not in a serious way. Her heart simultaneously swelled and ached at the thought of her friends being able to communicate quickly and simply whenever they felt like it, as Muggles do. Owls are like nature's slowest bird; they take forever.

#harry potter #ravenclaw #hp fanfic #hogwarts oc

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thatamatuerauthor · 10 months

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My Fair Luna

Chapter 7

Matt slammed his fist into the wall as he tried to swallow the growl in his throat. The female behind him mistaking this action thinking he was attracted to her, when she couldn't be more wrong.

Every female he's come across at this stupid Summit meeting has been wrong, all wrong. Everything about them. While he wasn't sure what his mate looked like he knew it was none of them. They were too tall, their hair was too light, others too dark. Their skin too tan, their figures too slim, their smiles too pointed and their scents…

Their scents made him sick to his stomach. Especially the ones who tried to hit on him hoping to become his chosen mate when they realized they weren't his fated mate.

The female behind him…Krista? She was relentless in trying to flirt with him the first week. Now she was trying to flat out seduce him even though he rejected her advances. Twice rather nicely and two other times he had told her rather pointedly that he was not interested, period.

Matt could smell heavy pheromones wafting off of her. A strong and cloying stench she thought would turn him on.

It made him want to puke.

"Come on Alpha." Krista said in a low voice trying to sound sexy. She really didn't. "I don't have a mate, you don't have a mate. And we look so good together. We could be such a strong pair." She placed a hand on his shoulder and Matt jerked backward with a growl.

His mother raised a gentleman but if she couldn't take a hint he was liable to hurt her. The last thing he wanted was to betray his mate. He knew she was out there, waiting for him. She would be perfect. Soft, cute, kind, sweet, funny and most importantly, great with kids. Matt wanted a whole litter.

This female before him, was not her and she wasn't allowed to touch him. He wasn't hers, and he never would be.

"I will not say this again." He towered over the woman, who was wearing a slinky black dress and heels. Her blonde hair messy and eyes heavily lined in black.

Krista's eyes widened slightly as his intimidating presence washed over her.

"Leave. Me. Alone." He ground out slowly.

"But Alpha-" She reached out to place a hand on his chest and he grabbed her wrist.

Growling, Matt pushed against her shoulder, making her back up a few steps.

"I said. Leave me alone." His gaze was intense and commanding. "Do not try again to take what is not yours."

He stared at her until she submitted with a small nod. Once he got that out of her Matt turned on his heel and quickly walked away.

This trip, he realized, was becoming a huge waste of time. As Matt made his way through the Great Pack House he wondered if he could ask his parents to leave early so he could go back home. There was little point to him being here if none of the wolves present were his mate.

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Emma couldn't figure out why Faye kept glaring at the couch.

Both Faye and Jade had come into the room the next morning to get her, for what or why they didn't say. Jade was a mystery since she seemed to always have the same expression on her face. Faye was more of an open book but just because Emma could tell she was annoyed at the couch didn't mean she understood why.

"We have an agenda for today." Jade started as Emma threw her hair into a clip. "So we'll need to head down to the hall for breakfast so we can get started."

Agenda? Emma paused in tying her shoe and glanced up at them.

Jade, seeing her questioning gaze explained. "We have things that have been waiting to get done since…Alpha left."

"And Luke put them on hold?" She guessed.

Jade nodded. "Usually Alpha's…wife would oversee these projects."

"Should I really be the one taking over then? Didn't you say they were coming back soon?" Emma felt like she was being set up for something, which was making her anxious.

"Of course not." Faye assured her. "These projects are your job now."

Emma was finding it really difficult to believe them. They seemed sincere but she still felt like there was something they just weren't telling her.

I mean, she thought to herself. No woman likes having their projects handed over to someone else.

"You're absolutely sure." Emma leveled them with a stare and to her surprise, Faye squirmed and even Jade twitched uncomfortably.

"Yes," Jade said, bowing her head. "The items on the agenda are now your responsibility."

Emma couldn't shake the feeling that something hinky was going on. But she decided to dwell on it later. For now, there was apparently work to be done.

As they walked across the grounds to the Dining Hall, Emma noticed that Faye kept eyeing her. Finally, before they entered the hall she spoke.

"Did you sleep well last night?" She asked.

Emma blinked. Did Faye know she slept on the couch? Is that why she was glaring at the thing?

"Yes," She answered. "I slept just fine."

Faye hummed while Jade kept quiet, merely watching the exchange between the two.

"Was the room to your liking?" Faye continued to inquire.

"The room is fine. Though I've been meaning to ask," Emma mimicked Faye's imploring tone. "Are you sure that room doesn't belong to someone else?"

Jade hid a smile behind her hand and went ahead of them both in line.

Faye's lips thinned. "No…"

Emma could tell she was lying. Which on one hand meant she wasn't earlier, but it also meant she was staying in someone else's room.

"Well," Emma began politely. "I would appreciate being moved into a room of my own then."

Under absolutely no circumstances was she going to let herself be the butt of a joke. That was the only reason she could think of as to why she was in another person's room. And a man's room at that.

Realizing she'd been caught, Faye winced and bowed her head. "How'd you know?"

"The closet." Emma said simply. "Can't use it if it's already full of someone else's clothes."

Faye nodded and pouted slightly, annoyed that her plan to scent Alpha Matt's sheets with Luna Emma's scent was foiled.

"I'll look into it." She promised.

"Thank you." Emma smiled at her. With that the three sat down to breakfast.

#alpha and luna #original story #romance #werewolf romance #wolf pack story #comedy #my fair luna #werewolf #thatameteurauthor

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