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nomercymaster11 · 5 months

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Tender nights

@GOKUJOUNOMAGURO

The Captain's quarters were dimly lit, with a soft, ambient glow emanating from a small lantern on the bedside table. The air was filled with the faint scent of sea salt, a reminder of the ship's constant voyage across the vast ocean. The rhythmic creaking of the ship served as a lullaby, creating a soothing atmosphere that enveloped the room.

As you lay there in your vulnerable state, the plush mattress cradled your form. The silkiness of your long camisole and the gentle touch of the sheets against your bare skin provided a sense of comfort. Your body was relaxed, and your mind drifted in the realm of dreams.

In the midst of this tranquil scene, a sudden weight on the left side of the bed disrupted your peaceful slumber. Your senses gradually awakened as you felt the delicate tug on your camisole, exposing your midriff to the cool air. Feather-light kisses traced a tantalizing path from your left knee, meandering up your inner thigh, sending shivers through your body.

The sensation heightened as Law's half-naked form hovered over you, his warmth seeping into your skin. His lips continued their sweet assault, leaving a trail of warmth on your abdomen and inching up to your slightly exposed breast. Law positioned himself above you, his head nestled between your chest, his breaths creating a gentle rise and fall against your skin.

"Uh, Law?"

you murmured, a mix of confusion and curiosity in your voice. There was no immediate response. Instead, you heard the subtle sound of a contented snore escaping his lips. A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

"What a baby,"

you chuckled softly, your hand brushing through Law's disheveled hair.

Your left hand lightly pressed against the reassuring warmth of his back, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart. Despite the unexpected intrusion into your sleep, there was a comforting familiarity in his presence.

"Sleep tight, my love,"

you whispered, leaning down to place a tender kiss on the crown of his head.

Inhaling deeply, you allowed the moment to wash over you. With a sigh, you reached out for the blanket within arm's reach, pulling it over the two of you. The warmth of the blanket and the embrace of Law's sleeping form cocooned you in a sense of security. With a final exhale, you surrendered once again to the embrace of dreams, wrapped in the intimacy of the Captain's quarters and the unexpected company of your slumbering partner.

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar one piece #law one piece #law x you #one shot collection #law x reader #heart pirates #have a good night sleep everyone #law x female reader

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tmntismdoodls · 11 months

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A squeaky yelp resounded from the kitchen, followed by a clatter and a crash. The three whipped their heads around at the unexpected noise, exchanging a few startled looks of mild concern and confusion.

“Jeez!” Donatello exclaimed, hand on his plastron like a woman clutching her pearls. He was now holding his screwdriver like he was about to stab somebody with it, and Raphael honestly wouldn’t put it past him.

“Uh… everything okay in there, dude?” Michelangelo asked. He was peering over the back of the couch, expression quizzical and slightly worried.

“Talk about a turtle in a china shop,” Raphael remarked, rolling his eyes.

Usually, he would love the sound of being right, but this time it sounded like somebody plowed a bulldozer directly through their sewer. Well, leave it to Leonardo to be in the kitchen for less than ten minutes and do irreparable damage to something. Or someone.

Leonardo did not respond.

When met with nothing but air, they exchanged an increasingly more concerned glance. Usually, Leonardo would have started apologizing profusely already, so this whole silent treatment was more than a little strange.

“Uh, Leonardo?” Donatello asked, setting the weapon of toaster destruction down. “What happened?”

When Leonardo finally emerged from the kitchen, he was about five shades paler than normal and his eyes were blown wide. Raphael’s gaze trailed to his hands, which were clasped tightly together aside from the index finger poking out. He was about to wonder why, then everything suddenly clicked into place.

Oh, joy.

#my fanfiction #art #my art #one shot collection #tmnt #tmnt 1987 #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #medic raphael is slowly becoming one of my favotie headcanons for 87

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athena-theunicorn · 7 months

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Howl's girl

A Howl's Moving Castle one-shot

The heart-stealing wizard Howl Jenkins Pendragon would no longer look at another woman, besides his girl Sophie, with her kind eyes and hair made of starlight.

Tags: Domestic fluff, Humor, Found Family

Read it here on Ao3 or here on Wattpad!

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minim236 · 5 days

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✨ Kutumbam (Family) updates ✨

Fractured

spilt lemonade and a friend make for an interesting day for edwina as she tries to hold it together post-wedding.

Mary and Kate and conversations on motherhood.

Perfection - Kathony fluff with Neddy at Aubrey Hall

#fic update #look at me writing #fic writing #bridgerton fic #bridgerton #one shot collection #edwina sharma #kate sharma #mary sharma

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ficbrish · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023

Thank you @absurdthirst for the prompt list!

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

If you are not an adult, do not interact!

I am MADLY IN LOVE with these fuckers right here:

Check it out on AO3! I'll also post them here as one shots and update this as a Kinktober 2023 masterlist as I go.

The one shots will individually include warnings.

Table of Smut-tents

October 2nd: "You were my first."

Prompt: Sexual Frustration, Virginity | When: Act I bite scene

Oct 4th: The Perfect Bite

Prompt: Overstimulation | When: Act I Underdark

Oct 5th: Journey's End

Prompt: Body Worship (Mouth) | When: Act III Endgame

Oct 6th: To Belong

Prompt: Collar/Leash | When: 4 Years Post-Canon

Oct 10th: Before a Confession of Love

Prompt: Kissing, Crying | When: Act II

Oct 19th: A Tumble

Prompt: Biting/Scratching, Piercings, Marking | When: Act II

October 20th: The Truth of It

Prompt: Thighfucking | When: Act I Mountains

October 21st: Stay A While

Prompt: Hair Pulling, Masturbation | When: Act I Forest

October 26th: A Ten Year

Prompt: Tentacles, Angels/Demons | When: 10 Years Post-Canon

October 27th: Devotion

Prompt: Wax Play | When: Act III, post-graveyard scene

#Vistarion #Kinktober 2023 #balders gate 3 #BrishFics #reading guide #astarion x tav #astarion x dark urge #astarion #vistri #smut #lemon #prompt fill #one shot collection

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pirateswhore · 7 months

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Carve your name into my bedpost 🔞

one-shot drabbles written for cocktober 2023. most will be under 1k words. following the prompt list from @cs-c-ocktoberfest2023

Ch I - Caught in the Act : Read on AO3

#cscf23 #killian jones #emma swan #captain swan #ouat #emma x killian #chantecler writing #smut fanfiction #one shot collection

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eviestevie-nametaken · 3 months

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MADE SOMETHING!!! And in time for Blake’s birthday let’s goooo :3 starting a different stage of rwby now the list of Beacon ideas I have is crazy

Beacon Arc Shenanigans

Chapter One: Blake’s Birthday

#rwby #rwby fanfiction #my writing #bumbleby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #one shot collection

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kingyo-konbini · 1 year

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ESPRESSO SHOTS MASTERLIST

modern + coffee shop au one shot collection

[the one shots are not connected and are separate entities in and of themselves unless otherwise stated]

CHARACTER JOBS/POSITIONS MASTER POST

☼ Donquixote Rosinante | Blonde Roast

☼ Dracule Mihawk | Doppio

☼ Eustass Kid | Red-Eye

☼ Killer | Macchiato

☼ Koby | Lavender Lemonade

☼ Portgas D. Ace | Americano

☼ Sabo | Flat White

☼ Zoro | Irish Coffee

{more to come...}

#a3-op #one shot collection #one shots #one shot #one piece #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x reader #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #modern au #coffee shop au #a3-op-es-mlist #a3-op-es #sabo #sabo x reader #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace x reader

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avatarvyakara · 7 months

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Call it a fix-it of sorts…

410. Redo

In another world, Miles won’t hear from Gwen for over a year.

In this world, he’s been Spider-Man for three months by the time the door opens again.

“You got a minute?”

He does. Oh, he most certainly does.

It’s night when they head out, and New York is dazzling.

(Although if Miles has thoughts on comparing the city’s lights to the face of his friend, he keeps them to himself.)

“Miguel O’Hara,” explains Gwen, as they swing down Fulton. “He’s kind of like a, hmm, a ninja vampire? But sarcastic. Very sarcastic. He and Peni got the gizmos working.”

“Wait, so what’s the difference between a goober and a gizmo?”

“…I’m not actually sure. But Miguel’s pretty insistent on it. He and Peni haven’t stopped arguing since he came by I think.”

Miles chuckles.

“So Peni went and got Spider-Ham first, who knows what kind of trouble he’s getting up to, and then they went to get, uh, Noir Peter? And then me. And, well…”

Miles feels pretty warm inside, despite the nip from the March air and the rush from the swing.

“…thanks.”

“Nothing to thank me for, I mean, everyone else was already there and we still need to get to Other Peter—”

“I mean it, though. Thank you.” He smiles. “I missed you.”

“Yeah, I figured,” teases Gwen.

(But she’s smiling too. He can tell.)

“Watch out for the truck!”

“Watch out for the whAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI’m alive!”

There’s a near-triangular building at the intersection with Hoyt that has a spectacular view of the city. Black and red and gold and white and blue, towers rising from the dark of the river to rival the lights from the sky.

Gwen, mask off and upside-down, breathes in the air. “Ahh. You know, this place even smells different?”

“And that, Spider-Woman,” says Miles beside her, leaning back on the glass with stars all around them, “is a definite sign you ain’t from Brooklyn.”

She slaps lightly at his arm. “Shush, you. I meant…there’s something else in the air. Sound doesn’t echo the same way it does back home, it’s dulled. But the colours are clearer. Things don’t blur as easily.”

“Is it really that different in your world?” Miles asks.

Gwen shrugs. “Wanna come see?”

Thankfully Miles has not picked up Ham’s comedic timing, because falling straight off the glass on a forty-something-storey building would be a terrible idea.

“You serious?”

“Pretty serious, yeah.” Gwen sits up, reaches into her pocket, and pulls out…

It looks like a watch. Steely grey, two sets of numbers. One reads 1610. The other reads 2314, which he thinks is the actual time right now.

Miles takes it with a look of absolute amazement on his face, and Gwen can't help but laugh in delight. Miles laughs back, and the echoes spin in space and time.

“Welcome to the club, Miles.”

#fanfic #strands of webbing #spider man #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miles morales #gwen stacy #ghostflower #fix it of sorts #but it also is kind of necessary for the story #which I haven’t added to for nearly a year #good grief #one shot collection

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laysean87 · 8 months

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This story is my first Avatar: TLOK fanfic. A Lin/Asami crack pairing that was written off the top of my head, and wasn't outlined or anything.

Might consider doing some more of these two in a proper story once I'm finished with doing Teen Titans, Justice League/Justice League Unlimited, and Young Justice stuff on AO3.

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nomercymaster11 · 4 months

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Delicate Mornings

I found this photo in Pinterest. I'll try my best to find the artist and properly credit him/her.

A/N: R-18! Law x Fem reader. A continuation of Tender Nights.

You awoke in the dimly lit Captain's quarters, the soft glow of the lanterns casting a warm ambiance. As you stirred, a gentle kiss on your left shoulder and the sensation of being pulled closer roused you from your slumber.

"Good morning, sexy," Law's deep, velvety voice whispered, sending shivers down your spine. The intimacy of the moment hung in the air.

"Good morning, babe," you replied, turning to face him. Your fingers intertwined with his, bringing his hand close to your face. Nestled against his chest, his body warmth enveloped you in a comforting embrace.

Leaning into his touch, you pressed your right cheek against his left palm, lips brushing lightly. The surprising tenderness in Law's demeanor towards you never failed to catch you off guard. His typically stoic exterior melted away in these private moments, revealing a side of him that was exceptionally gentle and caring.

The room held a quiet tranquility, with the ship's gentle creaking serving as a lullaby. The soft glow accentuated Law's features, highlighting the lines of his face and the subtle warmth in his eyes. In that serene moment, the connection between you and Law transcended the chaos of the pirate's life, creating a sanctuary in the heart of the turbulent seas.

The atmosphere in the Captain's quarters grew increasingly charged as Law closed the distance between you. His lips met yours in a slow, tantalizing kiss, setting off a cascade of sensations that left you feeling like you were melting into the moment. The intensity of the kiss deepened as your tongues entwined in a delicate dance, a passionate rhythm that seemed to echo the beating of your hearts.

The subtle dance of his lips on yours only fueled the fire within you. He moved with purpose, his body hovering above yours, and you willingly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto yours, speaking volumes without uttering a single word.

"You suddenly fell asleep on me last night," you told him, a playful accusation in your tone.

"I know, let me make it up for you," Law responded, his voice a seductive promise.

Passionate kisses continued to cascade down your jaw, leaving a trail of warmth that sent shivers down your spine. As his lips reached your neck, you could feel his warm breath against your skin, heightening the anticipation.

Your fingers traced patterns on his back, reveling in the sensations he ignited within you. His kisses go down to your breasts. He swirls his tongue over your nipple. He gave the same attention to your other breast and he sucks it harder. You slid a hand in between your thighs, cradling your clit between your fingers.

"I want you... now,"

he whispered, his words sending a jolt through your entire being as he delicately licked your right ear. The urgency in his voice spurred a newfound desire that coursed through your veins. With a deliberate yet sensual movement, he placed a pillow beneath you, offering support to your lower back.

He pulled down your delicate lingerie in one smooth movement. He did the same with his boxers and tossed it on the floor.

Your breath caught in your throat as Law's toned, chiseled naked body revealed itself to you. The sight of him was undeniably alluring, a testament to the physical allure that had drawn you closer. It was a surreal moment, and you found yourself momentarily taken aback by the intensity of the connection you were forging with him.

"You seem really quiet now, what's wrong?"

Law inquired, leaning down to get a closer look, his concern evident in his expression. His eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

"Uhm, no... I'm just savoring this moment with you," you replied, your hands gently cradling his face.

You offered him a reassuring smile, your eyes locking with his. The gravity of the situation didn't escape you, but in that moment, there was a shared understanding that transcended any words that might have lingered on your lips.

With both elbows supporting his weight, Law's face hovered just inches above yours. He slides his hand over his member and positioned it between your legs. He dragged the length of his member over your sensitive core, teasing it and gently sliding it in your folds. The head of his member nudges to your entrance.

The atmosphere shifted as he slides into you, filling you completely. He holds still, giving you time to adjust on his size.

He started to kiss you with a newfound hunger as he pulls his cock out and slams back in, pushing you higher with every thrust. Each touch of his lips leaving you breathless and craving more.

Your insides clenching around him, a mix of pleasure edged with pain racing through your nerve endings. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a world where time slowed, and every sensation became heightened. You moan as he drives in you again, raising your hips to meet his thrusts.

His kisses were a dance of passion, rough yet filled with an undeniable hunger, and you responded in kind, your fingers trailing along the contours of his back. The connection between you deepened with every touch.

In that intimate space, all that mattered was the heat of the moment and the shared connection between you and Law. The world outside ceased to exist as you surrendered to the intoxicating dance of passion and desire, a moment suspended in time.

“Turn over” Law's commanding tone sent a shiver down your spine, and without hesitation, you turned around, positioning yourself on your knees with your torso pressed against the mattress. The air thickened with anticipation as Law slid his left hand to your stomach, pulling you in and sliding his member into you, leaning down with his chest against your back. His lips found the nape of your neck, a tender prelude to the passionate encounter that unfolded. “Fuck, <y/n>-ya!”

He groans as he keeps his pace. You whimper as the head of his member continue hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Tell me what you want, <y/n>-ya”

He breathes into your ear, pulling back and punctuating each word with a hard thrust. His breaths coming hard and fast.

"Please, touch me," you implore, the urgency and desperation evident in your voice. “Here?” He slid his finger in between your legs and circle over your clit.

You dropped your forehead to the bed and clenched on the sheets. The sensation of his touch ignited a fire within you, and your abdomen tensed in response to the pleasure he skillfully bestowed upon you. Your cry of pleasure echoing in the intimate space.

"Lower your voice," Law whispered to your ear, his breath sending tingles down your spine. Despite his command, your response was a ragged breath, the pleasure he provided making it challenging to keep your voice in check.

"But I... can't...!" you admitted, your words punctuated by the pleasure that coursed through you.

"You're making me feel so good...!" you added, your voice a mixture of desire and desperation.

Even without seeing his face, you could sense the smirk playing on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the satisfaction he was bringing you.

The intensity reached its peak as you felt the impending climax approaching.

"Law! I'm getting close...!" you gasped, your voice a breathless whisper.

Law swiftly turned you around, his eyes locked onto yours.

"Come for me," he urged,

He pulled your hips up, lowered his weight and slide his entire length into you. He slows and pulses in and out. Bending down to suck a nipple into his mouth. His pubic bone rocking back and forth over your clit.

You clawed at his back, moaning as your body convulses and, in that moment, you surrendered to the wave of pleasure that washed over you.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, the final thrust brought you to the pinnacle of ecstasy. With arms tightly wound around each other, Law kissed you passionately, as if capturing the essence of your shared pleasure with each lingering kiss.

As the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, Law collapsed beside you, both of you catching your breath in the aftermath of the intimate encounter. Satisfied and sated, you held onto him, feeling a sense of contentment in the warmth of the afterglow.

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You lay on his bed, covered only with his blanket, while Law sat beside you on the edge.

"Are you going out now?" you inquired, breaking the post-coital silence.

"I want to stay longer, but this ship still needs its captain," Law replied, his fingers gently brushing against your forehead as he kissed it.

"You may rest here," he added, leaving you with a tender promise.

Law gathered his clothing, wrapped a towel around his waist, and with a final glance, he left the room to take a shower. As the door clicked softly behind Law, you found yourself enveloped in a quiet afterglow. Alone in his room, wrapped in the warm embrace of the pillow, you couldn't help but smile. A blush adorned your cheeks as you recalled the features of Law's face, etched in your memory.

With a sigh, you allowed yourself to sink into the bed. As you closed your eyes, a serene satisfaction settled within you, knowing that the world outside could wait for now. The room held the residue of passion, a secret shared between the two of you.

You drifted into a peaceful reverie, eagerly awaiting the next adventure that awaited you on the turbulent seas with your captain.

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar one piece #law one piece #law x you #one shot collection #law x fem reader #trafalgar law smut #one piece smut #heart pirates #law x reader

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crescent-dreams · 11 months

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Now and Forever Yours

Our first collab as a server! We each took a chapter and interpreted the prompt in our own way. They can be read as a continuation of each other or completely separate. We even had some of our wonderful artists join us! Enjoy!

Summary: A series of ficlets, doodles and sketches, paintings, mood boards, etc., all revolving around SessKag and their evolution as a couple in the feudal era.

Welcome icon by @mrfeenysmustache

The Beginning by @moon-ion

The Gift by @chiaztolite

The Kiss by @cat-zchen

Human Kissing by @spiralofdragon (art!)

The Dream by @mmmecca

The Book Nook by @sereia1313

Morning Glory by @mrfeenysmustache (with art!)

In My Arms by @yumanichan (art!)

Healthy Communication by @mynightshining

A Big Change by @hallow777

Family Moment by @valgreys (art!)

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feverinfeveroutfic · 4 months

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”opium”

The night that Abby had broken her arm was also the night that we had stumbled upon something new with the vampires, and I knew that from thence forth I had to protect her to keep the smell of her blood from wafting out lest they pick up on her. She had been the strong one this whole entire time, the one who could pick me and her teammates up while she ran from the baseball diamond without any regrets whatsoever. But when Mark helped us take her to the hospital, I knew that I had to be the older sister from that point onward.

It was that one night there in the Iverson estate when I had woken up to the feel of something cold and smooth right next to me there in bed, and there was a part of me that believed that it came from a gap in the window and the top of the sill. This was interrupted by the swipe of fingers over the crest of my hipbone, as well as a touch of lips on the side of my neck.

I rolled over onto my back so I could see him right before my face. The darkness had enshrouded the sides of his face, but I recognized his neck, the feeling of his skin and the pheromones that wafted off him. The kiss of death and the rush of the blood that beckoned the feeling of murderous lust within him, and the feeling of actual lust between the two of us.

“Hello, you,” I whispered to him, and I stroked the side of his face with the tips of my fingers. Loose tendrils of his curled black hair dangled down onto the crest of my shoulder; through the shadows, I could see the glimmer of his eyes. I lifted a hand and lightly ran my fingers down his exposed chest and onto his soft smooth belly: I was always going to love how soft he was there, even if he never fully grew a belly. He lowered his hips down towards mine, and the softest part of his belly pressed against my own. A gentle little pillow even on the body of a cold-blooded killer, and I wanted to feel him forever.

“How long have you been awake?” he whispered into my lips.

“Just long enough to see you here with me,” I whispered back to him. His lips caressed on my own again, and then he moved his head down onto the side of my neck. I closed my eyes and let my tongue hang out from the feeling.

His body, so slender and as cold as a wintry day in the thick of the mountains, lay down upon me, and he put his hand on the back of my thigh. It didn’t take long for me to feel what resided between his legs, in all his cold disposition. He slithered over me like a serpent, and his knee rested against the crest of my hip. He cradled me with his body, with his knees on either side of me. He wanted me and I could feel it in my bones.

Alex lifted my shirt for a feel of my body: his icy fingers sent a wave of shivers all up and down my torso. I tried to hold still but alas, I could not: between the feeling he bestowed onto me and the icy sensation of his skin, the feeling of undeath atop me, I struggled to lie still underneath him.

But before I could surrender to the feeling, he stopped all of a sudden, and he lifted his head for a glance back at the window.

“What’s happening?” I choked out: the back of my throat was parched from my own thirst as well as my thirst for him, and thus, the words struggled to leave my lips. I swallowed, and I wished for a drink of water right then. “Alex?”

“I thought I heard something,” he told me in a hushed voice, and then he returned to me; the darkness still remained a delicate veil over his face. “Come with me.”

He took me by the hand, and he led me away from the bed towards the window. I thought about Abby and the fact that she would have to return home to an empty bedroom, and I could only hope that Mark and Rob would bring her home and take care of her for the time being. Alex nudged open the window, and he peeked out to see what was out there.

“What do you see?”

“There’s something downstairs,” he told me, and then he gestured for me to follow him out the window.

“Alex, I don’t think this is a good idea,” I confessed.

“I will never let you fall, my love,” he vowed to me. With a sigh through my nose, I grasped onto his wrist and wrapped my fingers around his arm. He guided me out the window and helped me out onto the ledge. Not once did he let me go as he crept down the side of the house like a long and lanky spider, a big black widow with me hoisted upon his back.

I kept my arms around his slender but soft waist and my knees pinned onto either side of his hips. He never flinched one bit as he descended along the outside lattice of the house all the way down to the cold ground below.

“I had no idea that you could climb like this,” I confessed once he reached the bottom and I was able to climb off onto the ground.

“All the eating of flesh and blood will do so much more than meets the eye,” he told me; in the dim light, I could see him flash me a wink. I took him by the hand right then, and he led me towards the edge of the grass to the street. Indeed, there was a basket placed right in the middle of the sidewalk, and he took off the lid for us to see: with the light from the street lamp down the block, we were able to see what was in there.

“Ah, all the times I would eat apples and honey at Rosh Hashanah,” he remarked as he showed me a few plump, ripe apples.

“And there’s some honey in here, too!” I declared, and I showed him the jar of raw, wild honey at the very bottom of the basket. Alex nudged something out of the way and showed me a small orb about the size of a tennis ball: it took me a second to see the smooth rich deep purple outer skin as well as the little point on top.

“Fig?” he offered me.

“Ooh, yes please,” I said, and I took the fig for myself and I took a small bite right out of the side. The juices rode about my tongue like the juice from him, but before I did anything else, I spat out the rind. I peeled off a little bit of the extra rind before I indulged in another small bite. I watched him pick out a bunch of olives, as well as some oranges and avocados.

“Got some cracked wheat, some barley, dates, grapes—ooh, pomegranate!” he declared; he took out a small glass bottle from the very back corner of the basket.

“What’s that?” I asked him.

“Looks like some kind of wine?” he replied. “There’s no label but there’s a cork on the top and it sounds liquid inside.”

“Who would leave all this produce out here on the street like this?” I wondered aloud as I took another bite of fig.

“I have no clue,” he confessed as he picked out a small handful of pomegranate seeds; he then closed the lid of the basket, and he hoisted the basket over his shoulder.

“Vampires can eat fruit?” I asked him as I took another bite of fig.

“Yes, but not often,” he replied. “Remember, a little bit of indulgence is a part of who we are.” And he popped a glossy bright red seed into his mouth. We were about to walk back to the house when he held onto my shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him in a hushed voice.

“Shh, shhh…” We both froze by the edge of the lawn. I glanced around, but I couldn’t hear anything or see anything around us.

“What’s going on?” I asked him again, that time in a near whisper. In the dim light, I saw him run his tongue along his lips, and then he handed me the basket.

“Hang onto this for a second, please, Lilian, darling,” he said to me, to which I much obliged with my free hand, albeit with a bit of confusion.

“What do you think is happening?” I asked him in a soft whisper, and I held the fig close to my chest.

“I think the basket was actually some bait,” he told me, to which I gasped.

“What do you think we should do?” I could imagine all the things that had happened to us before

“Keep it,” he told me. “Perfectly good produce in there, we can’t ever let it go to waste.” Alex gestured for me to follow him around the side of the house towards the street, and all the way to the very back of the property to the gate. I watched his silhouette grip onto something long and thin leaned up against the edge of the house, and I wondered where Abby had gone because she had left behind her baseball bat.

“I’m gonna need you to step back,” he warned me. Indeed, I held back with the basket over my shoulder as Alex raised the bat toward the gate as if he was about to bash the head in of whoever wanted to break into the yard right then. The sound of the bushes rustling caught my attention, and I hunkered down.

He and I both held still as the figure emerged from the bushes, and Alex lunged back away from it.

“Whoa, jeez,” he groaned out, and then he lowered the top of the bat from the side of his head. The figure stood up straight but had a bit of a hunch to its posture. He towered over me but he looked on at Alex right in the eye: even though there was no moon out that night, I could make out his long smooth blond hair and the smooth caress of shadows over his squarish face. It took me a second to realize that he wore war paint, and he reeked of some kind of musk as well as blood, as if he had just come from battle. It also took me a second to realize that he had a tail out of his back and long claws jutted out from his fingertips.

“Fucking werewolves,” Alex groaned with a run of his fingers through his black curls.

“Hey, sexy,” the werewolf greeted him.

“Hey, sexy? Greywolf, what do you think you’re doing?”

“What, I can’t have some fun with my favorite vampire?” he teased him; he spoke with the lightest German accent, such that I wound up hanging onto his every word that emerged from his lips.

I gaped at him with that, and I raised an eyebrow as well.

“Not when my girlfriend is here,” he scoffed with a gesture to me.

“Well, you know how we roll, though,” said the werewolf as he reached out and stroked the side of Alex’s head, and he nudged a lock of hair back behind his ear. “I see you got our gift.”

“What, the basket?” I asked him.

“All of that fruit—it’s delicious, is it not?”

“It is!” I wanted to laugh, but I wanted to know what was happening here.

“A werewolf who offers gifts, and you must join us,” he explained. “A werewolf in heat who offers gifts? It is life or death that you must join us.”

Alex sighed through his nose, and he turned to me.

“I hate to do this to you,” he told me. “But apparently, we’re officially invited to a little party with a bunch of werewolves.”

“Alex…” I held the fig closer to my mouth as if I wanted it to protect me. “…what’s going on here?”

“Werewolves in heat,” he said in a low flat tone of voice. “One of the few creatures where we can’t attack them or drink their blood, hence the baseball bat. I knew it was a wolf, but I didn’t know who, though.”

“But that doesn’t explain why he talked to you in the way he did, though,” I pointed out, and he fetched up a sigh.

“I’ll tell you later,” he promised me, and he held onto my shoulder once again. “And again, I’m gonna need you to stand back for the most part—”

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athena-theunicorn · 7 months

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Posted not one, not two, but FOUR Howl's Moving Castle one-shots I've been working on over the past week since I watched the movie.

Read them here on Ao3 or here on Wattpad🔥

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minim236 · 4 months

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Mistletoe and Mishaps - M's Holiday fics

🎄A collection of my Christmas/holiday ficlets! Multifandom. Fluff & More Fluff!🎄

✨ Newest: The Brightborn children try to find out what Santa is!

#fic collection #one shot collection #bridgerton #a discovery of witches #rings of power #ficlets #christmas fic #one shots #holiday fic

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when-the-sun-and-moon-collide · 1 year

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So I also posted this to AO3 but since I know people might not follow it there here is the first of the out takes/deleted scenes from "The Continuum Of Self."

First Impressions

Enid wasn't sure what to expect from the Addams' but this certainly wasn't it. No, judging from what Wednesday had said she expected the family to be somewhat distant, maybe even as cold as her own parents, however it seemed farther from the truth.

Enid had come to expect meal times to be quiet unless her mother or one of her brothers brought up a topic. However, with the Addams It seemed like everyone had something to share.

Wednesday brought up some sort of historical fact about avengers that she had been reading about, something that both her parents seemed interested in—and that her grandmother seemed eager to share her knowledge about. Then there was Pugsley who spoke about coding a game—something Gomez offered to help him with—and then there was Morticia who seemed attentive to whatever it was her family was saying.

Enid couldn't keep the bitter emotion that wound its way through her stomach at bay at the warmth they seemed to share. Why did Wednesday complain so much when in reality her family was basically perfect?

"What about you, dear?"

The sudden voice caught her off guard, and made her nearly drop her fork.

"Sorry, I must have spaced out." She said after realizing Morticia wad thing to her.

"Has anything piqued your interest lately? Wednesday mentioned you have a variety of interests."

Enid wasn't sure how to answer that—or take the fact that Wednesday had talked about her—after all, she didn't want to look like an idiot in front of her hosts.

"Tell them about that musical you've been obsessed with."

Wednesday prompted after a while

"I've had the annoying soundtrack stuck in my head thanks to you playing it on repeat during our calls."

Enid felt herself falter slightly, sure she had told Wednesday she wouldn't apologize for being herself but this was Wednesday's family she was talking to. The people who had agreed to let her stay with them for the rest of the summer.

"I doubt they would want…"

"Please, Once for a week mother was humming tunes from My Fair Lady. I highly doubt your pop music infested stage show will scare them."

After dinner Enid was even more surprised by the whole dynamic that seemed to unfurl before her. Gomez and Wednesday took to the sitting room, fencing against each other and even without protective gear Enid could tell that neither was really trying to actively hurt the other.

Then there was Morticia and Pugsley who seemed to prefer to engage in quieter activities although both watched in amusement as the other two sparred.

Enid couldn't help but wince when the blade snapped against Wednesday's side, causing Gomez to stop instantly, although as soon as he did Wednesday knocked the saber from his hand.

"You shouldn't be so sentimental, Father." She stated, although that didn't keep him from asking if she was alright, something that earned him a dirty look.

It was almost comical, watching Wednesday argue with her father who was fussing over her although he was not deterred at all. Instead it seemed to make him worse.

"Please excuse those two's antics. Come sit, tell us a bit about yourself." Morticia said, fondness obvious in her voice—something that didn't help Enid's bitterness at all.

Why couldn't her family be like this?

"Um… what would you like to know?"

"Anything you wish to let me know."

#fanfiction #wenclair #the continuum of self #one shot collection #enid sinclair #long post

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