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JK | Hieros Gamos (II)

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Summary: After a fight with Jungkook that leaves y/n even more confused than before, one last argument with her family has her running to find her own answers. One of those answers, was already waiting at the door for her.

Paring: God!Thanatos!Jungkook x Goddess!reader

Genre: greek gods!au, soulmate!au, smut, angst, some fluff

Rating: 18+

Warnings: family arguments, confused reader, running away, mentions of past war/murder, secrets reveled, flirting, past masturbation mentioned, inexperienced/virgin!reader, heavy petting, dry humping, thigh riding, clothed sex, horny jk, kinda dom!jk, nipple play, jk is just so much in loveeee~

A/N: This part is much longer than part 1, so sit back and get comfy! I’m really getting into this mini-series now, and this part is a doozy. Secretes are revealed, connections are strengthened as well as broken, and I may have hinted at what y/n’s powers actually are… hehe. Enjoy part 2!

Part I | Part III

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Time has always been different for gods. A year for mortals is a blink of the eye for gods. That’s why when a month past since you last saw your invisible friend, you didn’t expect it to hurt so much.

A month should have been nothing, but in reality it was everything. Knowing him for so long, and being in the dark about the world for so long, the longest you’ve been okay with staying away from him was for a few days because talking to your family was like reading ancient script from a wall. But after the fight you two had, where you couldn’t help your anger from not only your family keeping secrets from you but your best friend too, it really hurt you.

Still does.

Your family has been asking what’s wrong, and you always have an excuse. Not wanting to tell them the truth, or admit it out loud, either. That someone they don’t know about is haunting your mind. Your friend has always haunted your mind, though. It just wasn’t until night fell that you allowed him too. When his voice would tickle your ears and consume your mind, you always found yourself reaching under your dress to feel just how much his voice alone affected you.

But you don’t want to think about that right now. You want too scrub your frustrations away into this piece of clothing that you have been washing for the past twenty minutes. You don’t want to think about how pretty his voice sounds... or how much you long to touch him just once... not even how you imagine his lips-

You scream out your frustration, hating yourself for letting these thoughts consume your every waking thoughts, and then start scrubbing the piece of clothing even harder. Making the water in the basin slosh around so much that it tips over the edge in small waves.

“Wo-wo, there little miss! Worrying about things that haven’t happened yet, shouldn't affect the clothing,” Your aunt, Clotho, pushed her hands out to you like that would somehow sooth your frustration.

You blow out a puff of hot air, and instead of giving your aunt any of your attention, you take the wet piece of clothing, and the rest of the clothing that have gone unwashed, and leave the room. That doesn’t stop your aunt, including your other aunt, and mother, from searching for you later.

It was while you were sitting on a ridge of the cave that looked out to the rest of the world. The only spot in the entire cave that could be considered a window when compared to a normal home. You look out at the dead earth that surrounds the cave, taking note of a soul that's drifted too far away from the entrance of the underworld and how it soon dissipates into thin air. Probably grabbed by the reaper of souls or even the River Styx’s guardian.

You longed for a life like there's. Even if something as messily and gruesome like reaping dead souls, and rowing those souls across a river doesn’t sound at all fun, but it’s better than being stuck in a cave for all of eternity for no reason. This isn’t even your job, and your stuck here! Not because of a godly punishment, or because you even wanted to be stuck here. Your birth in this spot was the only reason.

The fates coined this cave as there's, so this is the spot people travel to when they want to seek out their abilities. You, on the other hand, don’t have a single power that leads people to find you in this cave. Heck, you don’t even know what powers you have worth something like that. You’ve never had the courage to go searching or practicing for it. You can choose to leave—or you should have the choice to leave—to go find out exactly that, but yet, you’re still here.

“Why- “the long-“ “face, darling.”

Unlike most people, you don’t find the fate sister’s talking annoying when they speak like this. Your brain is wired for it now, after spending every day since birth hearing it.

“You know why,” You say without looking at the fates.

The fates glance at each other, and all three of them shrug their shoulders at the same time.

“We can't read your mind, daughter.”

“Trust me-” “We’ve tried.” “Ow!”

You grin when you hear your aunt, Lachesis, yelp in pain from undoubtedly getting smacked in the back of the head by your mother. Not because you find your aunt’s pain enjoyable, but you love the bound the three fate sisters have. You also knew they tried readying your mind before, but I guess that’s just a part of one of your own useless abilities worth mentioning. Although, having the ability to keep even your own fate and mind as off limits to them is special in its own way. Otherwise they would have found out about your invisible friend and that’s a no-go.

“Nothing any of you can fix. How about that.” You say rhetorically like you’re breathing out air. Knowing no matter what your frustrations are, it will be heard by the wrong ears to know about them. The fates never wanting to give you clear answers.

You look over at the three of them when a moment of silence has passed, and they’re all wearing the same expression: unconvinced. Unconvinced that they can’t solve your problem, which they can. They just choose not to help. Granted, an hour ago your focus was more on your invisible friend, but now that your family is in front of you, they just remind you of what’s been bothering you for what feels like forever.

You roll your eyes at them. “Fine! You want to know what’s wrong?” Your harsh wording make their eyes widen, but they all sober at the same time. Always ambiguous with their emotions. “I want to leave.”

That makes the fates break up in a frenzy. All three of their minds racing at what you just admitted.

“You can’t!” Aunt Clotho shouts. “Why would you?” Aunt Lachesis questions. “You won’t,” Your mother, the most inflexible of them all, Atropos, demands.

You huff out in anger, sliding off the ledge of the cave you’ve been looking out on, and stomp your feet like a child. “Why not? I hear story after story of the world outside of this cave. I want to explore it. I want to live out there.”

Your mother steps forward, breaking up the placement she usually stands in next to her sisters. “Y/n, darling, you can’t. Your travels will lead you down rocky paths. One’s that have sharp rocks, and dark fellow travelers.”

You grit your teeth, hating the riddle she just bestowed on you. “How would you know? None of you can see my fate!” They all gasp in unison. “And I’m done being told I’m going to die if I leave this cave! Your all so- so - ugh!”

You smack your sides harshly, unable to put into words what you were never given to announce your hatred of their constant protectiveness. Instead of letting any of them sway your decision, you walk away from them. They don’t follow you, and that’s how you want it this time. They never do follow you.

Never for you.

You run right into your room, and pack a bag. The only reason you didn’t do this eons ago is because you had a friend you didn’t want to leave behind, but your done waiting for answers from him too. Your done waiting for answers that are right outside this cave. Answers to questions you’ve not even let your mind wonder too for awhile.

You know who your father is. He’s the main reason you thought your family wanted to keep you locked up in a cave like this, but you always wondered how having a primordial god as a father was possible, and why he bestowed your mother the gift of pregnancy—a gift he shouldn’t have been able to give.

Another question that floated into your mind a lot: What were the other gods like in person? You’ve seen only few come in and out of the fate’s cave. One being the queen of the underworld herself, but that was many moons ago. Is there a moon god? There must be. You knew of the house of Nyx, and about all her children that your family warned you away from. Aunts and uncles that’s blood was so taped your family didn’t consider them their own blood since the war. But, who was the one that resided as the personification of your favorite rock in the sky? The part of the sky that keeps the tides calm?

You have so many questions, but one question...

One question that should have been answered for you years ago, but only you could answer… who are you? Who are you really? That’s a question you can only answer yourself, and it’s the hardest one to answer. An answer you’ll only find by leaving this cave and exploring the rest of the world.

You finish packing a satchel that you made for yourself one day while you were board. You look down at the many sewed in fabrics, and run your hand across it. Although you had fate’s blood in you, sewing wasn’t really much of your thing. You were pretty good at it, though. This being your first and last piece of fabric you ever sewed, and it still being kept together even though you made it years ago. Something you sewed while talking to your invisible friend…

Your eyes become glossy when you think about leaving him, but you shake your head at the thought. This is no time for second guessing yourself. He made his choice to keep you in the dark, and that was the end of it. No turning back.

You pick up your bag, hoist it over your shoulder, and head for the entrance of the cave.

☙❦❧

It wasn’t your fault everyone around you kept life outside these cave walls a secret. It wasn’t your fault that your only friend kept his life a secret, either. Truthfully, it was all formed in a plan to protect you. Protect you from the god who would want to smite you down for just being who you are.

The daughter of Atropos, the inflexible fate that could cut a lifespan at a flick of her wrist. See anyones future thoughts, and present and past thoughts too because of her connection to her sisters. But even with all these gifts she bestowed upon you, your fathers adventures mind took over. You were nothing like him, not really, and the fates were all too young to remember what he was like unpersonified.

So when he came as a ghostly figure, one that not even Jungkook could touch, your mother did not believe him when he told her his name. When he told her he wanted to make a god with her, she believed him even less. But you we’re born somehow. Not by hieros gamos, or even the shaping of clay. A simple poke to Atropos’s belly and she had you within nine months.

Who knew someone so infertile, could make a goddess like Atropos plump like she was? She never got answers as to why he wanted to make your mother pregnant, and besides casting your fate before your birth, none of the fates had a say in your life. Not to the extent they were used to, at least.

But your father was still your father, as absent as he was. Telling you who your father is was the last time any of the fates bestowed you with knowledge of your life. Not that Zeus would want to kill you for having such a Titian like power. Not how you somehow formed a connection with the god of death before you even hit two hours old. But the name of your father they did tell you. It was something trivial to them because even if you wanted to meet him, you really couldn’t. Not unless he wanted you to.

Your father is the name of a personification, and the name of a place that mortals and gods alike feared to be sent too one day.

His name was Tartarus.

And that’s exactly where you planned to go.

☙❦❧

The second your feet crunch against the open worlds surface, Jungkook’s wings itched. He knew you were out of the cave the second you breathed in the toxic airs. Luckily, he was already in the underworld, talking to Hades about plans with the overflowing amount of souls that have been coming in lately. One second Jungkook was there… then the next second he wasn’t. Feeling the pull to you instantly, and having no thoughts of trying to repent it.

“I’m not sure, Jungkook. Don’t you think-“ Hades turns in the direction of where Jungkook once stood. He glances around the throne room, seeing no one but Persephone there with him. “Where’d he go?”

Jungkook has never flew faster in his life. Even during the war, he never flapped his wings this hard to pick up speed. With that thought, he slowed his pace a bit. Right when he got in front of Charon to think about what exactly he was going to do. You are out of the cave. You are free. The fates and him never discussed what he was allowed to do if you ever did that! He hasn’t thought about the possibility of you leaving in years.

But there you were, in his line of sight now. Outside of the cave and walking towards the entrance to the underworld.

He looks around at the lost souls, seeing you right at the edge of them. To far away to see him, but at the same time, you’ll be deciding to walk through the souls and see him soon. You don’t know enough about the world to go too deep or understand anything about the underworld. The fates cave being at the outer edge of it all.

Charon, the person that allows souls to cross the River Styx, looks over at his winged brother. He’s frantic. Pacing back and forth along the shore, wings sucked into his body, and he’s constantly putting on and taking off his hood. Like he’s not sure how he wants to look right now: dark and mysterious, or like an open book and angelic. Charon would usually ignore the god of deaths antics, but he’s scaring away the souls that have tolls for him. Even if they’re just spirits, there’s more mortals than nymphs around. Seeing the god of death’s skeleton form is making them all cower away from the shore and the deity.

“Jungkook, why must you pace here?”

Jungkook doesn’t stop looking towards you. You’re still trying to figure out how to get through the crowd of souls that you, in all rationality, could just walk through.

“I-I… nothing,” Is all Jungkook can say in response to Charon’s question. Paying him no mind and only focusing on what’s important to him right now.

Charon raises a curious eyebrow. Never seeing Jungkook so flustered before. Jungkook has always been a confident god. One that would use his sickle and deathly face to scare others away from him if needed, and didn’t care how other’s perceived him for it. But now, he doesn’t even have the sickle! Leaving it in the throne room where he was once talking to Hades in.

He follows Jungkook’s line of sight, and sees a women standing at the other side of the mass of souls.

“You could just go and talk to her, you know?”

Jungkook stops his pacing, looks over at Charon and squints his eyes at him like that was the stupidest thing he’s heard all day. “I can't just do that!”

“Why not?”

“She doesn’t know me.”

“Then why are you pacing the shores like you’re trying to reheat the sand?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, and continues his pacing. “Because I can.”

It’s Charon’s turn to roll his eyes. One soul has become brave enough to pass Jungkook, only glancing at the being she only sees as bone. Giving Charon the coin her living loved ones buried her with. She enters the boat, and Charon hopes other’s will be as brave as this mortal to pass the skeleton of a man... but no one does.

As cool and collected as Charon usually is, there has already been problems with too many souls in the living world dying because of the war between countries, so having problems on the shores would not be good either. Although no one has made a fuss about the line to the boat not moving yet, souls tend to get antsy after awhile, especially if they have no coin to give the boatman to begin with.

“You know a person has to give me a coin to cross the River Styx, don’t you Jungkook?” Without looking at the boatman, Jungkook nods his head. “You should probably make sure she has one. If she wants to cross, that is. She does know that, doesn’t she?”

Jungkook stops his pacing again, digging his boots into the sand as he stops. You probably don’t know that, but that’s not what makes Jungkook stop in his tracks. He sees the souls around him, scared to even look at him, but he doesn’t care about that either. None of them are moving in the like besides the one mortal women that entered the boat. Starting a crowded line even though some of them probably don’t even have a coin to cross.

Jungkook has seen what happens when souls get frustrated. He also sees the bag you’re holding. All it takes is one soul to realize...

“Are you alive?”

Scratch Jungkook’s thoughts from before. Now he's never flown faster in his life.

☙❦❧.

You were waiting in the line of souls to get on the boat, not wanting to be rude and pass right through them, when an older male soul asked you, “Are you alive?”

You look over at the ghost of a man, not knowing what to say. Although your family has told you very little about the world, you know that souls tend to grab onto anything living. You only knew this because it was one of the fates sayings they used to say to you so much. A saying that always made you jitter in the cold even if it was warm where you lived.

Every mortal is afraid to die. So afraid, that even after death they will fight to live.

You glance around, realizing other souls have turned around to look your way. All of them wanting to look at the living girl that took the one souls attention. You try to lie, but even to you is sounds false, “N-no! Just waiting to get on the boat.”

The man squints at you, unbelieving. “Did you die with that on?” He points to your bag over your shoulder, and by the way you look at it he knows you didn’t die with it, or die at all. “I knew it! Your a living soul... Please help me! I shouldn't have died! It wasn't my time.”

“U-ugh...”

“Help me too! I don’t have a coin because I died at sea. Do you have a coin too spear?” A older male soul says to you, joining the conversation.

“What coin-”

“Please tell my daughter I'm sorry.” “I didn’t mean to jump off the roof!” “I don’t deserve this!” “Help us!” “Help me!”

So many souls were gathering around you, that you don’t know what to do. You’re crouching on the floor, now surrounded by many souls. You cover your ears, wanting their pleads to stop, and shut your eyes tight. You’re so overwhelmed by everyone and have never been around this many people before. Only small groups of five or six have ever visited the fates before. This group of souls stretches out to the hundreds!

You’re wishing them to go away. Praying to whatever god that could hear you to make them go away. You would even go back to-

Before you could finish that regretful thought, you’re suddenly no longer surrounded and being hoisted in the air. Gasps and even a feminine scream is heard from below you.

You grab onto the being that’s saved you, but keep your eyes shut. Feeling woozy in the air, but grounding yourself by holding onto the person even tighter. It's a hard body, and one with dipped shoulders. Your face is buried in whoever your savors is neck, and your arms are grasping at their back. Holding on for deer life as you fly through the air. Your legs are wrapped around the person’s middle, and strangely enough when you squeeze the person closer to you they squeeze back. Keeping you as close to them as possible as you fly away from the swarm of souls.

By the time you feel you’re savor and you hit land, you’re too sacred to let go of them. They don’t mind, though, because they actually sit down with you in their lap when they realize your not letting go

“A-are we safe now?”

Your savior chuckles at your question, and your eyes shoot open wide when a familiar voice is heard. “Not sure. Would you stop holding onto me like this if I say we are? If your answer is anything else but no, then definitely not.”

You know that voice... you’ve heard that voice in your dreams before and in person too for years. You let your arms and legs go slack around him, feeling your bag fall off your shoulders while you’re still sitting in his lap. Then you slowly pull your face away from his neck. Looking up at your invisible friend for the first time...

“Ghostie?”

He smiles down at you, although it looks strained. “Hi, nae salang.”

You blink. Process everything. Then say without thinking, “You’re really pretty.”

Your face instantly lights up like the sun. You physically feel the heat that’s radiating off of your face. You’re so embarrassed by what you just said.

Jungkook doesn’t find it embarrassing, though. He bites his lip to fight the real smile trying to bloom on his face. Thanking all the gods, even Zeus, for giving him the looks that he has and creating a reaction like that on you because of it.

“I-I meant...”

“I think you meant I'm drop dead gorgeous! Hotter than the Helios himself, am I right?” You playful smack his shoulder at the teases, but you can’t help the small smile from forming.

So this is what your friend really looks like. Sharp jaw that could cut glass, smooth skin that make your fingers itch to touch him, and raven black hair that looks so soft you want to run your fingers though it. Not to mention the lip piercing and a eyebrow piercing. You knew that body piercing existed. Your own family looking down at the new trend for some reason, but seeing them on your friend now is making your stomach do flips. We don’t even need to get into the tattoos. The beautiful art work printed on his skin has you wanting to know what it feels like to trace every symbol on his arms.

And you feel the hard body underneath yours. There's not a single layer of fat on him. Completely clean all over. Your starstruck, really. You never knew what to expect if you saw him in person like this, but even now that you’ve seen him in person, you have a grueling question that slips past your lips as soon as it pops into your head.

“Why didn’t you let me see you before?”

Jungkook remains neutral in front of you, but inside there's a roaring fire being lit. Not only is he touching you for the first time, feeling your beautiful body still wrapped around him that he’s been itching to even brush across all this time. Finally being able to let you see himself too, is truly a blessing in disguise. But even now that you’re both visible to each other, he’s tongue tied coming up with answers to your question.

He knows he should tell you the truth now. He wants to tell you, but there’s still that never elongating fear still lingering in his mind telling him you’ll hate him - be afraid of him even - if he tells you everything you’ve wanted to know for years... like who he really is.

After a moment of silence, and watching the turmoil cross your friends eyes, you do something you never thought you would be able to do... you reach your hand out, and touch his face. Cupping his cheek and smoothing your thumb out for comfort, but in reality it’s because you can’t help yourself and want to touch him.

“You can tell me. I won’t be mad, I promise... I’ll swear on the fates if I have to.” He chuckles at you bringing up your family in such a joking manner, but that just brings him to the realization of when he swore on the actual fates.

He’s touching you... currently having you in his lap... so he broke his promise to the fates.

They never swore on it with blood, not even on a body of land like the Styx, but it’s a broken promise nonetheless. Having you here, though, in his arms where you’ll forever be safe, is worth any destruction that comes his way from here on out.

He breathes you in, the aroma coming off of you smelling like roses and honey, and he holds it in for as long as possible. Only blowing it out when you start to blink up at him in confusion.

“I... didn’t tell or show you who I was... because... I was afraid you would-... hate me?” Real smooth, Jungkook. Even after he ends his explanation, that ended up somehow sounding like a question, he mentally smacks himself.

Why the fuck is it so hard to talk to you right now?

“Afraid I'd hate you? You haven’t even told me your name yet, so how would I know who you are?”

Jungkook screws his eyes shut, not wanting to face you when he tells you the truth.

“My names Jungkook.” I quite gasp his heard from you, but he doesn’t open his eyes. The sound not helping his current predicament. “I'm the god of-”

“Death,” You finish for him. “I know who you are.”

You wiggle in your spot on top of him, feeling a little shocked, but don’t get off of him. That just serves to wake up other parts of himself, so he wraps his arms around you tighter, around your waist, and stopping you from moving. Your movement making his eyes go wide, and having to face your equally surprised face.

You raise an eyebrow at him, glancing at his arms on your waist. He makes them go slack again, and hoping your innocent mind doesn’t realize something is now probably poking you in the ass.

“Why would you think I hate you?” You ask, not understanding why Jungkook is now acting weird, but ignoring it for the time being.

He clears his throat, and tries to seem relaxed again. “Because of how the fates talked about me to you.”

“And that is...”

Now it’s Jungkook's turn to blink in confusion. “You’ve got to be kidding me. They never told you anything about me?”

“Oh! No, they told me a lot of things about the house of Nyx. But what I'm not understanding is why would you think I care?”

Gut punched. Smack in the face. Floored. These are all the different kinds of emotions that Jungkook is now feeling.

“I’m so confused.”

“How do you think I feel,” You say, unimpressed.

If this entire time Jungkook didn't tell you who he was because of stories from before you were even born, your going to punch him. And you tell him just that... he laughs.

“Well, I guess I’m gutting punched then,” Jungkook says, feeling incredibly lighter about the situation now. Even after you actually punch him in the shoulder, which Jungkook barely felt because of his layer of muscle in his bicep. He didn’t even flinch, but now your fist is kinda sore. Your eyes go wide for a second, unbelieving that god has this much muscle on him.

You then glance around the cave, trying not to think about Jungkook and how amazing his everything is, and you see that he flew you to the other side of the cave. You wondered why so many of the fates stories of this place were so gruesome. Especially the part of getting across the River Styx, when the souls judgement would be given. Looking around the cave now, it’s kinda peaceful. Not that you wanted to stay in that part of underworld. You’ve spent to much of your life in a cave to ever stay in one for to long again! But, looking around at the cave that’s filled so many stories with terrible tails, you think it’s a stunning sight. Sparkling walls with moisture and the souls passing by add to your curious mind. Wanting to know what their living lives were like.

Jungkook watched silently as you took your fill of the rest of the underworld. You only living in a part of it since you were born must have been overwhelming, but the look on your face now didn’t make him think you were overwhelmed. You made the same look when you thought about…

It suddenly dawned on Jungkook that you’ve only ever lived in a cave, so this one must be reminding you of your family. Granted, this cave is much different then the one you lived in. Still full of rocks and no flowering green in sight, but having eerie dripping of unknown water and random passing souls is very different from the fate’s cave. Basically, much worse then the cave you lived in.

“You okay?” Jungkook asks. Wanting to make sure you’re not regretting leaving. You look back at Jungkook, smiling softly when he probably caught your wondering eyes and not wanting to worry him about it.

“I’m okay. Just thinking about my family, and how they lied about so much to me.”

“About what?”

You look around the cave again, letting go of him with one of your hands to gesture to it all. “This place and how it’s so-...“

“Terrifying,” Jungkook interrupts. “I know it can be-“

Beautiful.

Jungkook is stunned silent. Your lips did not move, and yet he heard you. You look at him now, concerned about his silence, but Jungkook is totally shell shocked.

He knew this was possible. Being able to hear the person you did hieros gamos with’s thoughts. But that’s just it. You both never did the act itself. This should be impossible, your connection together should be impossible, but yet it all is happening to him and to you. Maybe leaving the fates cave let this be possible, but it has so many emotions flowing through Jungkook right now. This little instance, hearing you just think the word beautiful, is just another reminder of what you two are to each other. Your not just a regular girl to him. Not that Jungkook has ever forgotten, but it’s way more then just a god loving a goddess. It’s entirely more.

Your souls are connected for eternity, and right now your soul looks absolutely marvelous to him.

“You’re beautiful too,” Jungkook says without thinking, but doesn’t feel embarrassed about it either. He doesn’t care if it makes you ask questions because in this moment you can ask him anything right now, and he would answer. You could ask him to burn the whole world to the ground, and he would do it. This spark through your connection has turned Jungkook into putty, and you’re now looking at him like he’s just given you the moon.

“Oh,” you say in the smallest of voices after a moment. “Um- thank you… J-Jungkook.”

Jungkook grips your waist tighter for a second. Hearing you say his name for the first time is making him want to fly around the universe. He feels like he’s on the god damn moon at this point. Your just so… everything. Your everything to him. You make the god of death blind to the world. Only wanting to ever see you in his line of sight and hear you say his name on repeat into his ear.

While Jungkook continues to look at you with stars in his eyes, it makes you squirm in his lap again. This time Jungkook doesn’t stop you. He relaxes his hands and lets your bodies rub together. Softly groaning and make you raise an eyebrow at him when your butt knocks into his ever growing cock in his pants. All his senses are going haywire. He didn’t think hearing a single word from your thoughts would get him like this, but truthfully, everything about today has been surprising.

He’s not someone that could be easily seduced, but he swears he’s bewitched by you right now. And you’re slowly realizing what it is that keeps bumping into your thigh. You stop moving, and take in your current situation. Nibbling on your bottom lip when it dawns on you that you’re in the lap of the god of death, and how he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you.

What dawns on you even harder, is that you like it. You shouldn’t like it. You should be mad at him! He’s kept so much from you, so you shouldn’t be caving to your secret desires - but at the same time, there hasn’t been a moment since seeing him in person, and finding out who he was, that you’ve been mad at him. Is it okay to just let things go like this? Is that string of a connection you keep seeing between you two that makes you like this?

Your not sure when you started seeing that connection, or feeling it even, but it’s glowing right now. Getting brighter and brighter, and you’re not sure what to do with it. Wanting to reach out to it, but at the same time not sure if you should.

You stutter out his name, wanting to grasp onto something you know. All your other confusing emotions making you feel hotter for some reason. “J-Jungkook... I - um...”

He hums as an answer to his name, pulling you closer to him by your waist. You place your hands on his chest, but you don’t push him away to create distance. In fact, there’s becoming less and less distance between you two as the seconds tick by. The pull of that bright connection pulling you both towards each other like magnets.

You’re so inexperienced with this feeling, but you’re matching it to the feelings you get at night when you only had Jungkook’s voice to go off of. It’s making your face heat up with the rest of your body. Your mind is spinning.

“W-what’s happening?” You ask Jungkook who looks equally in a daze as you feel. Right before your lips touch, something you’ve both been craving to know the touch of for years, you get a response that rocks to your core.

“What is right.”

And then your lips are joined. A first kiss for you, and the first that mattered to Jungkook. A kiss you’ve never felt before, and a kiss that Jungkook has been craving longer than you know about. The bonds between you two pulsed, and you both gasp when you feel it. Staring into each other’s eyes like you can’t believe what just happened.

You don’t know what it is, and he has a good idea. You don’t care about it anymore, and neither does he. Jungkook pulls your body flush against his, reconnecting your lips to each other’s in the process. You whimper at the rough kiss, and it has Jungkook groaning into your mouth. Wanting to pull more noises like that from you. Enjoying the taste of your lips on his, and feeling you vibrate on top of him when he touches your bottom lip with his tongue.

It’s a frenzy of kisses between the both of you. Your very much inexperienced, but Jungkook is just happy to taste you. Happy and used to taking the lead. Forgetting how innocent you are, he grabs ahold of your ass in his two hands. Squeezing the squishy flesh. You gasp into his mouth, letting him take the opportunity to touch your tongue with his. Your tongue is hesitant, but curious - letting Jungkook’s consume your mouth completely.

You feel how your body is shaking. How your mind is only concentrating on the man underneath you like it’s never had before. It’s an experience you don’t want to stop, and Jungkook doesn’t even have the ability to stop it.

Jungkook starts to move your bodies, rubbing against each other. You feel his cock that was once poking at your leg drag over your clothed core. It has you squeaking, and Jungkook chuckling by the cute noise.

“So sweet and innocent,” He says against your lips, in fucked out daze. You hold onto his shoulders, keeping your eyes screwed shut, as he continues to move your bodies against each other with his hands on your ass. The feeling is intensifying as your movements get rougher, but the way Jungkook is looking down at you right now is making you want that feeling so much more. You want to be good for him.

Something inside makes you do it. Makes you feel brave enough to let out your first moan, and just like you hoped, he loved the sound. Jungkook detaches your lips from each other, groaning a deep “Fuck,” that goes straight to your core that he continues to grind against. “You sound so lovely, y/n.”

You bite your lip, turning red when his praise has even your insides tightening. You stutter out his name again, trying not to combust by the way you want to suddenly mold into Jungkook’s skin. Meanwhile, Jungkook is trying ever way possible to become your skin.

He nips at your ear, gliding his tongue across your lobe and enticing more high pitched noises from you. He then drags his tongue downwards, licking the salty surface of your neck. All while watching you in the corner of his eye, seeing your face contort in so many different faces he’s never seen before on you. He loves every one, and wants to see them all on repeat. Maybe even forever if you’ll let him.

Continuing his decent, he raises your head with his hand at the back of your neck. Tipping your head backwards gently so he can get better access to your chest he’s now exploring with his lips. Everything about you tastes and feels so amazing! So amazing, that when you start meeting Jungkook’s movements with your own his eyes roll into the back of his skull. Feeling the warmth of your pussy through his pants and your thin undergarments. He groans against your chest when at just the right angle he can feel some of your wetness leak from you.

The urge to pin you against the ground and fuck your virginity away is strong, but looking back at your face has him resisting - as hard as that is. He doesn’t want to be the guy the fates expect him to be and one your don’t deserve. A type of god that horns on girls and takes them however he pleases. Not caring about when or how. That’s not Jungkook. Not with you or any other girl he’s been with in the past.

He’s never been selfish, and he’s not going to start now just because his mind is in a frenzy. “Put your hands back on my shoulders, nae sarang.”

It takes you a few seconds to process his words, not even realizing your hands slipped from his shoulders while he was attacking your neck before. “O-okay.”

You slowly place your hands back on his shoulders, not sure what to do or what Jungkook was going to do. He then lifts your body up, positioning your core right on his thigh. As much as he loved your wet core grinding on him before, it ended ups being too much. Jungkook has been alive for many years, so simply grinding on each other won’t get him off, but he also didn’t want to push you to what would get him off if you continued the way you were.

When he places you on his thigh, you shuffle a little to get comfortable. He then places his hands on your lower back over your dress this time, rubbing the soft fabric you’re wearing and comforting you while he does it. Jungkook then smirks up at you, making your eyes widen a little for a second at his sudden dirty expression. “I’m going to make you feel so good, y/n. Do you want to feel good, nae sarang?”

You swallow against the lump in your throat - hands shaking as you grasp onto his shoulders tighter. You don’t even know what could make you feel even better than before, and your a little nervous to find out. This is Jungkook, though. The friend you’ve had since the beginning of your life. The friend you’ve wanted to always feel this good with, but couldn’t in the past out of nerves and the problem of never being able to touch each other. Now, you want him to touch you in ever way he can.

So, you give him permission to take your everything. “I want you to make me feel good, Jungkook... please.”

Jungkook suppresses a groan, surprised by how dizzying your words just got him, and pushing the thoughts in his head as far in the back of his brain as possible. Jungkook then positions his thigh higher, making sure it’s directly against you, and begins moving you back and forth on his thick thigh. The feeling is instant. Before, it was brief feelings of pleasure that had a rest in between each movement, but now it’s a constant.

You grabs onto Jungkook’s shoulders even harder, digging your nails into his shirt, trying to place all your feelings there, but your mouth still opens up to let out even higher pitched moans and whimpers. Your toes are curling, it feels so good. When one of his hands greedily grasps at your ass again, instead of just empty moans your voice fills with his name. His name falling breathlessly from your lips and pushing every syllable into his ears. “Jungkook! Oh my- mmm!”

Jungkook can’t take it anymore. He pulls your body closer to him, still shifting his leg so you don’t stop feeling is thigh on your most intimate parts. He then starts attacking your chest again with long licks and kisses. Wanting to touch you even more, and more intimately then before. While your still screaming out your euphoria above him, he slowly pushes one of the straps of your dress off your shoulder. You feel it fall, and get red in the face for what feels like the tenth time today when you realize your left breast is exposed to him.

The only indication that you resist this is with a small gasp, but it’s soon covered up by another moan when his thigh rubs your clit just right through your undergarments. Jungkook takes this as an invitation. Licking his lips before he attaches them to your nipple. Sucking on the bud and feeling you vibrate all over uncontrollably because of it.

His teeth nip at the bud, and his tongue licks at the surface. Your head is spinning. You’re so sensitive, more than you thought you would be, and all this overstimulation is putting your stomach in knots. “J-jungkook I-… I think…”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t stop. Grinding you harder on his thigh, and using all the tricks he can do with his tongue on your nipple. And he’s got a lot of tricks. Swirling around the bud, and sucking. Nibbling, and licking. Pulling, and flicking.

Your wetness is soaking his pants now, making his thigh raise even higher to touch as much of it as possible. Wanting to feel how much he’s affecting you right now like you’ve affected him for eons. All the while his cock is dripping pre-cum in his pants right now, and he’s trying his best to ignore it by paying attention to making you feel as good as possible.

Jungkook hasn’t had anyone since you were born. Since the hieros gamos somehow formed between you two; and his love for you became inevitable. He wants to hear you scream his name for the first time while you cum. He wants to be your first everything, even though he’s never had the urge before. He wants to teach you all the tricks of making love, and watch your sensitive body quiver as you make it through his first teaching.

One more rough thrust against your clit and flick of his tongue in your nipple, has you seeing white. Somehow also sees the night sky’s stars too as your orgasm ripples through your body in waves. It feels like it’s never ending. You’re screaming out his name, burying your face in his neck, and feeling like you’re wrapped up in heat. In Jungkook’s heat.

He holds you through your tremor of an orgasm. Embracing you tightly to him, and kissing your temples. Praising you on how good you did, and how sexy it was to watch.

Jungkook is done for. He can’t let you go. He wants to keep you in his arms forever, and tell the fate to have their Demeter moment with a different child. Your his. You’ve always been his. And Hades forbid anyone that tries to take you from him...

He wants to tell you how he feels - what you mean to him - but he doesn’t have to. Right before you drift off, your orgasm making you utterly exhausted… you hear him say it without words...

I love you.

Final

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River Styx - Styx is a river that forms the boundary between Earth and the Underworld.

House of Nyx (Goddess Nyx) - the personification of night. Most known to be scene as a shadowy figure, Nyx stood at or near the beginning of creation and mothered other personified deities such as Hypnos (Sleep), Death, and Erebus (Darkness). The house of Nyx consists of all the deities that were born from Nyx and stayed loyal by her side.

Tartarus - the deepest part of the underworld where mortals and gods are put after they defied the higher gods (Zeus, Hades, etc.,) to suffer for eternity. The primordial god, Tartarus, is the pit itself. He was the body of the pit itself rather than an athropomorphic deity.

Helios - God of the sun.

Charon - the son of Erebus and Nyx (Night), whose duty it was to ferry over the Rivers Styx and Acheron those souls of the deceased who had received the rites of burial. In payment he receives a coin that was placed in the mouth of the corpse.

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bonefall · 10 months

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BB Allegiances: TPB Book 1

I get these as a request now and then, so, now that I have 4/5 of the family trees done, now's a good time to finalize some ranks and changes!

Since this is the first one, I'll explain a bit about BB's extra rankings. There are 4 new roles within Clans;

Head of Construction Patrol In charge of building and maintaining not only the dens, but also the wall, any tools, and comforts such as bedding.

Head of Kitchen Patrol Oversees prey processing and reduces food waste. Makes sure valuable materials such as pelts and bones aren't ruined, helps to 'stretch' food further in times of hunger.

Head of Hunting Patrol Manages the territory's environment, tracking what animals are being hunted, what the prey is probably eating, and keeping an eye on the populations of other predators.

Educator An intelligent cat in charge of giving all kits an overview of their Clan's version of history, plus extra skills like glyph-reading. Elders teach stories and traditions, an Educator is more like a teacher.

Additionally, a Chaperone is not an official role in the era of TPB, but Daisy comes to permanently occupy much later. It's the fandom "permaqueen," a non-parenting cat who helps the occupants of the nursery.

ThunderClan Recently underwent a horrible plague and lost many young cats.

RiverClan Has had low birth rates in the past few years, causing many eligible warriors to go without apprentices.

WindClan Embroiled in a rapidly escalating war over the Mothermouth Moorland, about to reach a bloody crescendo.

ShadowClan The largest Clan, reaching a fever pitch over their war with WindClan. Its leader plots a nefarious end to the conflict, and will pay any price for victory.

Cats Outside the Clans A young ginger cat dreams of the forest...

THUNDERCLAN Total: 30

Leadership (Cats occupying powerful positions)

Leader: Bluestar Sleek molly with blue fur, and a large scar across her shoulders.

Deputy: Redtail Red-and-white calico transtom with a bushy tail. Apprentice: Dustpaw

Cleric: Spottedleaf Orange-and-black tortoiseshell with a skull-shaped marking on her face and splotches that look like leaf blight.

Construction Head: Rosetail Silver tabby with a distinct red tail and skull-shaped marking on her face. Hoping to retire soon. Secondary apprentice: Cricketclaw

Kitchen Head: Frostfur Pure white, battle-scarred molly with a nick in her lip that permanently exposes two teeth. Nursing: Cinderkit, Brackenkit (Regretfully overworking herself through nursing as the plague took out several kitchen cats. Is also pregnant.)

Hunting Head: Lionheart Thick, massive golden tom with a mane. Apprentice: Graypaw

Educator: Dappletail An old tortoiseshell with pale fur, white-and-gray dapples, and a white ridge from head to tail.

Senior Warriors (Cats above 5 years of age who have had an apprentice, but are not in a leadership role)

Speckletail Large golden molly with a scruffy ruff and brown flecks. The oldest active warrior, staunchly refuses to retire.

Tigerclaw Dark brown tabby tom with thick fur, bright amber eyes, and unusually long claws. The largest cat in ThunderClan. Apprentice: Ravenpaw

Goldenflower Yellow, flecked molly with green eyes and a braided mane, neatly keeping it out of the way. Nursing: Lynxkit, Swiftkit

Whitestorm Fuzzy white tom with fur that sticks out at angles, blue eyes, and a dark gray 'mask' on his face. Apprentice: Sandpaw

Brindleface Pale brown molly with gray flecks and stripes and a broad, round face. Expecting kits

Warriors (Cats above 2 years of age eligible for an apprentice, but below 5, or cats who have never had one)

Runningwind Impatient pale brown tabby tom with blue-green eyes and a puffy, sandy 'vest' mane on his chest and horizontal stripes.

Mousefur Snappish brown molly with eyes the color of sunlit ice and pale, puffy fur on her back legs.

Darkstripe Black tabby tom with a black ridge from head to tail.

Cricketclaw Dark gray molly with distinctive tabby markings, and a black ridge from head to shoulders.

Young Warriors (Cats below 2 years of age, or haven't been out of apprenticeship for more than a year.)

Longtail Sandy-pale tabby tom with green eyes, a whiplike tail, and horizontal stripes.

Willowpelt Shining silver molly with long teeth.

Elders (Older cats who have retired)

One-eye Small, round, speckled molly with a single, golden eye. Practically blind and deaf. The oldest cat in ThunderClan.

Smallear Gray tabby tom with amber eyes, faint silver stripes, and tiny, shredded ears.

Halftail Very dark brown tabby tom with delicate, dandelion-yellow eyes, and half of his tail missing. His stripes are horizontal.

Patchpelt Black-and-white gib with broken teeth from gnawing at a snare and a missing paw.

RiverClan Total: 34

Leadership

Leader: Crookedstar Wooden-brown tabby tom with a leaf-shaped marking around his apple-green eyes and a twisted jaw.

Deputy: Oakheart Sienna tom with a creamy belly and a leaf-shaped marking around his amber eyes.

Cleric: Mudfur Battle-scarred brown tom with black spots and amber eyes.

Construction Head: Petaldust Tortie molly with ginger-tipped fur and a white chevron on her chest. Secondary apprentice: Carpwhisker

Kitchen Head: Lilystem Gray molly with faint, comma-shaped markings Secondary apprentice: Loudbelly

Hunting Head: Stonefur Blue tom with leaf-shaped markings around his eyes.

Educator: Piketooth Old brown tabby molly with thin stripes, black eyes, a graying muzzle, and snaggle teeth.

Senior Warriors (Cats above 5 years of age who have had an apprentice, but are not in a leadership role)

Dragonclaw Huge gray tabby molly with white patches, large ears, a short tail, and big teeth. Graying with age.

Ivytuft Dull brown tabby molly with thin stripes and gray eyes.

Voleclaw Gray, battle-scarred tabby tom

Beetlenose Black tom with lighter gray tips on his fur, making him appear misty, except for his nose which is pure black. Raising Whitekit, whose mother died a few months ago.

Dawnbright Ginger-and-white molly with bright, dappled amber-and-gold eyes.

Leopardfur Intense golden molly with darker rosette spots, and bright amber eyes. Apprentice: Vixenpaw

Carpwhisker Thick, dusty molly with dark spots, a white chest and paws, and green eyes. Apprentice: Grasspaw

Frogleap Gray tom with a ringed tail

Mistyfoot Blue molly with one white paw, and a leaf-shaped marking around her blue eyes.

Swansong White tabby with black stripes and green eyes. The river's reflection of Rippleclaw.

Warriors (Cats above 2 years of age eligible for an apprentice, but below 5, or cats who have never had one)

Skyheart Pale brown tabby with shredded ears

Blackclaw Black tabby tom with small, round ears and scars across his chest.

Reedtail Grizzled, dark gray tabby with a straight, tufted tail that resembles a reed.

Sedgecreek Wooden brown molly with comma-shaped markings and cheek points, like a lynx. Apprentice: Silverpaw

Loudbelly Dark brown gib with cream highlights and comma-shaped markings.

Mosspelt Plush-furred calico molly with green eyes

Emberdusk Plush-furred, dark ginger molly with pale green eyes

Young Warriors (Cats below 2 years of age, or haven't been out of apprenticeship for more than a year.)

Greenflower Brown tabby molly with white splashes and long, thin claws

Duckfur Brown gib with long fur and white splashes, thin claws, and a lazy eye

Elders (Older cats who have retired)

Magpiesky Large, long-furred black molly with white facial markings. The oldest cat in RiverClan.

Graypool Gray, amber-eyed molly with big ears.

Ottersplash Pale ginger molly with white patches, short legs, long whiskers, and a long tail.

Softwing Small, white molly with honey-golden tabby patches

Owlfur Brown and white gib with a small head and big, sparkling eyes. Likes bugs.

WINDCLAN Total: 32

Leadership

Leader: Tallstar Lanky black-and-white tom with a long muzzle, big ears, and a white blaze and tail.

Deputy: Deadfoot Spiky black tom with a limp paw, bound up with a wooden gauntlet.

Cleric: Barkface Broad-faced tom with chevron stripes and deep-set, sunken yellow eyes.

Construction Head: Sorrelcharm Brown and gray molly, wearing a necklace with clay beads Secondary apprentice: Whiskernose

Kitchen Head: Ryestalk A soft, downy-furred tabby molly with two slashes across her face, slicing her ear and blinding one eye.

Hunting Head: Appledawn Pale, rose-cream molly, plans to retire as soon as Pigeonflight's apprentice is fully trained.

Educator: Darkfoot Dusky-blue gib with black paws and bright yellow eyes like the dawn sun.

Senior Warriors (Cats above 5 years of age who have had an apprentice, but are not in a leadership role)

Pigeonflight Dark gray gib with white, slashing patches and spiky tufts Apprentice: Thrushpaw

Ashfoot Sleek, calm gray molly with a plumy tail tip Apprentice: Stonepaw

Flytail White, battle-scarred tom with ginger flecks. Apprentice: Blackpaw

Rushtail Short-furred sandy tom with a very thick tail

Storkfeather Black tortie molly with a large ginger cape on her shoulders and back

Eagleswoop Gray tortie with golden tabby patches and a cape down her shoulders and back

Morningflower Calico molly with curly fur and black, brown, and white patches and a plumy tail tip Apprentice: Whitepaw

Adderstone Handsome, creamy-golden tom with faint stripes and blue eyes. Apprentice: Robinpaw

Warriors (Cats above 2 years of age eligible for an apprentice, but below 5, or cats who have never had one)

Mudclaw Mud-brown tabby tom with chevron stripes

Torear Stone-gray tabby tom with chevron stripes

Hillrunner Thick-furred, plush black molly. Identical twin of Downwind, distinguished by a scar on the nose. Apprentice: Graypaw

Downwind Thick-furred, plush black molly. Identical twin of Hillrunner.

Young Warriors (Cats below 2 years of age, or haven't been out of apprenticeship for more than a year.)

Onewhisker Pale ginger and brown tom with a round face, little eyes, and one long, curly white whisker.

Whiskernose Sandy tom with an unusual amount of bristly whiskers

Whintail Pale tom with tawny points and bristly whiskers

Elders (Older cats who have retired)

Cloudrunner Long-legged (even for WindClan standards) gray tom with cloudy spots and a distant, sad blue stare.

Stagfur Grand, thick dark brown tom with a big, fluffy chest and milky-yellow eyes.

Crowfur Shaggy black tom with wild, yellow, amber-ringed eyes.

Wrenflight Wooly brown molly with amber eyes

SHADOWCLAN Total: 43

Leadership

Leader: Brokenstar Huge, scarred brown tabby tom with a thick marking around his blazing amber eyes. His tail is broken in two places, once at the base and again near the tip.

Deputy: Blackfoot Large white tom with an extra toe, solid golden eyes, black paws and a black hood over his entire head.

Clerics: Shroompelt and Runningnose Shroompelt is an old, thick-pelted gray molly with a broad, flat face, and yellowing teeth. Runningnose is a white, thick little tom with gray patches, scheming yellow eyes, and an unfortunate blotch on his muzzle that looks like snot.

Construction Head: Fernshade Sleek tortie she-cat with black paws, lidded yellow eyes, and a deceptively loose stance. Nursing: Badgerkit

Kitchen Head: Darkflower Muscular black molly with blue-green eyes. Graying with age, but dodging retirement. Secondary Apprentice: Ashheart

Hunting Head: Appledapple Gold-and-brown dappled molly with a long tail and a round face. Smells strongly of juniper. Apprentice: Poppypaw

Educator: Newtspeck Little black-and-ginger molly with a puffy ridge of a mane. Nursing: Littlekit and Rowankit

Senior Warriors (Cats above 5 years of age who have had an apprentice, but are not in a leadership role)

Rowanberry An old brown molly with cream patches and a broad, flat face. Graying with age. Nursing: Marigoldkit and Mintkit

Clawface Brutal-looking, battle-scarred brown tom with yellow eyes, ringed with amber. Apprentice: Whitepaw

Tangleburr Small, stocky, cream molly with gray and brown patches and mismatched eyes, one green and one yellow.

Flintfang Sleek gray tom with lidded yellow eyes and black points.

Snaketail Dark brown tom with auburn eyes and a long, striped tail

Deerfoot Lanky, puffy-chested brown tom with long, sweeping whiskers, dark brown paws and muzzle, and yellow eyes.

Warriors (Cats above 2 years of age eligible for an apprentice, but below 5, or cats who have never had one)

Wolfstep Shaggy silver tom with black, thorn-sharp claws and stripes on his face, paws, and tailtip.

Ratscar A gray tom, peppered in little scars all over his body from vicious ratbites, and missing half of his tail. Apprentice: Oakpaw

Russetfur Ginger molly with really thick eyebrows and prickly whiskers. Apprentice: Wildpaw

Frogtail Black molly with a puffy ridged mane that stretches down her tail, almost like a tadpole's fin

Boulder Sharp-featured, solid gray tom with light blue eyes. Nursing: Brownkit, Whitekit, and Wetkit.

Ashheart Soft-furred, pale gray, blue-eyed molly with a cowlick on her head and lighter gray around her eyes. Looks just like her deceased mother.

Cinderfur Unkempt, soft-furred gray tom with chewed paws and yellow eyes. Popular with the youngest warriors. Apprentice: Kinkpaw

Stumptail Thick brown tabby tom with a broad, flat face, bobbed tail, and round stripes circling his body.

Young Warriors (Cats below 2 years of age, or haven't been out of apprenticeship for more than a year.)

Volestrike Low-set pale gib with light blue eyes.

Scorchflare Tall ginger tabby gib with a reddish splash across their chest and shoulders.

Mossthorn Low-set white molly with reddish-brown patches.

Nightwing Sleek black molly with lighter undersides and milky-yellow eyes.

Spottedbark Dark brown, almost black, molly with lighter spots.

Elders (Older cats who have retired)

Nightpelt Black tom with a lighter muzzle, who makes a rattling noise with every breath. Made to retire early.

Crowtail A small black tabby molly with green eyes.

Archeye Silver-and-brown tabby tom with a cocked stripe over one eye. The oldest cat in ShadowClan.

Dawncloud Vivid pale tabby with reddish stripes and dreamy blue eyes.

CATS OUTSIDE THE CLANS

Rusty Blazing, fire-colored orange tom with green eyes and a tinkling bell collar, about 6 moons of age.

Princess Subdued brown tabby molly with a pink collar.

Smudge Plump, black-and-white tom.

Leo Young ginger tabby with white dapples and no collar.

Snapper Big but young molly with black, tan, and white patches, and a collar with a single tooth poking through.

Snag Golden tabby with a dirty collar, and two teeth poking through.

Mowgli Black cat with a cutely patterned collar, and a single tooth poking through.

#better bones au #BB!Allegiances #Better bones allegiances #BB!TPB #oooops no tallstar isnt brown #fixed mistake lmao #impressive I only made one mistake in 90 cats #SHADOWCLAN ADDED I'm sorry they have soooo many cats #It's because their clan has the most losses in this arc.#it is gruesome how many cats they lose in comparison to the other clans

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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what companions would be furries (+ what kind of animal they'd be)

Cait; Incredible trauma. Substance abuse. Questionable employment. This woman already is a furry in canon, Todd just didn't think it relevant to bring up. Not quite hardcore, but not a casual either. She has art and goes to conventions, but she's not getting a suit. There are a lot of good choices for a fursona, but I'm leaning towards a wolverine. They're small and they're fucking terrifying. Those bitches kill bears. They weigh about 30 lbs, give or take. Y'know what else is 30 lbs, give or take? A COCKER SPANIEL. Huge Cait energy.

Codsworth; Would not be a furry, but would find it endearing. Y'know, the same reaction an adult has as a child talks about their wolf roleplay during recess? "I am very confused but at least you have friends and fun, tell me more!" Robot Codsworth's fursona is an octopus, and a synth/human Codsy is a bird. Like...maybe an owl, or something similarly rounded/soft in shape. Think Owl from Winnie the Pooh.

Curie; She's a furry, not a Furry. She's not going to any conventions, and probably isn't drawing her fursona or commissioning art. Its likely she uses it to, like, educate children, like as a mascot for her clinic or something. Same situation as Codsy, two fursonas for her two different bodies. The synth body, that there is a mouse. Cute and very important to scientific discoveries, despite being often disregarded and more often, abused in the field. The Ms. Nanny bot fursona is a blue-ringed octopus, specifically.

Danse; Not a furry. Would find it very strange if it was explained to him, and would assume it was something kids do. Would be visibly disturbed if explained that, no, this is actually more of a teen-to-adult space. If he looks it up later and finds Certain Things, you will be receiving the bill for his next anti-depressants. However, entirely possible he is a closeted furry and has yet to realize this about himself. I'm leaning toward a bull? Bull-headed, obviously, but also, down to earth, reliable, et cetera...it fits his character.

Deacon; KING OF THE FURRIES. Has multiple fursuits, all homemade. Commissions every artist he can find, every Twitter furry artist has him on their waitlist. Does not half-ass his furriness. This man is the furry you only hear about, the one with all the art and custom costumes and all the money to throw at his hobby. His fursonas are plentiful and ever changing, but his favorite one? A chameleon, with holographic, reflective, ever-changing scales.

Gage; would not be a furry. Well aware of what it is due to exposure to Mason. Wouldn't have been into it even if his introduction wasn't him and his crew. He gets the idea, it's just that the idea is weird as fuck. He's a grown man and he has people to scam and/or murder. Obviously, Gage would be an iguana. They have a ridge and a naturally gruff, bored expression. And the skin texture is about the same, too.

Hancock; another casual furry. Its likely he was introduced to it and brought in by someone else, and just kinda stuck around. There are two options as to what he'd be. 1; a sphinx cat. He's lanky, the skin matches, he has some kitty-like traits. The big eyes are a huge part here. 2; sloth. He's a very chill dude, he's always high (sloths getting high is currently contested but the demeanor fits) and despite being very small and not outwardly threatening, is very capable of fucking you up (sloths will use their MASSIVE FUCKING CLAWS for defense).

MacCready; Is a furry. His fursona is a weasel. This is so obvious i don't feel the need to defend or explain this. Look at him. He's a furry. The only interesting thing to say here is that Duncan would also grow up to be a furry. But Mac? He would be a hardcore furry if he had the money. Funds keep him a casual fan. If he did...would be worse than Deacon.

Nick; A first-gen furry. An elder furry. The very old man at the con who sees that you're lost and confused but trying very hard, with your furry 2008 emo paw gloves and your cat ear headband and painted on whiskers, and shows you around. Takes you under his wing (literally, as his fursona is a raven, obvi) and introduces you to various artists, suitmakers, other furries your age he'd think you'd get along with...this community would be in shambles without people like him. He's been here since the beginning and has seen it all, truly.

Piper; dabbled, couldn't get into it. She'd be a passersby, a visitor of a con but not a participator. Interested in the art of furrydom, the actual art and the suits, but as an outside observer. If Piper were an animal...a ferret, a squirrel, a possum, some kind of street-smart rodent. Something clever and tricky, that's always where its not supposed to be. For a wildcard, I could also see her as a bat of some kind.

Preston; not a furry and completely neutral to it. It doesn't interest him, but he doesn't find it weird, either. It's people LARPing as animals, people have been doing that ever since they evolved from animals. He gets it, he really does. Preston would like nothing more than to be a cat that does nothing but sleep and yell for attention. The cat life is peak existence for him. It's just that Preston is very literal, and the furry thing is more exaggerated. He doesn't want cat ears. He wants to not be a human anymore, please for the love of god—

X6-88; furry. A secret, dignified furry. A pretensious one. A gatekeepy one. This furry judges you if you don't have a suit. He has one. He doesn't wear it, it cost more than some houses, it stays in a glass case like a taxidermied trophy hunt. X6-88 is a furry. His fursona? A Doberman, because they were bred to protect asshole tax collectors, which fits with X6 being a courser. Tall, all sharp edges, an arresting glare, and very loyal and hardworking.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #nick valentine #piper wright #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #porter gage #Codsworth #ada is a magpie and Longfellow is an angler fish #instead of a bulb angler!Longfellow has like. a beer bottle dangling

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mama-qwerty · 3 months

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New Beginnings

For @doomfox

Happy (belated) birthday! <3

This follows An Evening Yule Remember. Not officially 'canon', as I have a different way for them to come together in my verse, but I love the moments leading up to that first hint of romance so any excuse to write Callie x Wade!

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The night was quiet. The Christmas tree lights twinkled in the corner, as a light snow fell outside. New Year’s Eve had rolled around once again, and this year was a special one for the head librarian of Green Hills public library.

Because this year, Callie MacPherson wasn’t spending it all alone, as she had for so many years past. This year, she had two sons and a best friend to ring in the new year with.

At least, that was the plan.

“You people celebrate your planet completing a full rotation around your sun?” Eclipse had said when she had told him and Silver about New Year’s Eve. The darkling lifted an eyebrow ridge, his muzzle twisted in confusion. “That’s dumb. Why do you do that? What’s the big deal? It’s dumb.”

“I think it sounds like fun!” Silver said, bringing his fists to his chest to give an excited shake. “Is there special food? Presents? Oh, are we gonna decorate??”

Callie shook her head. “No special food, no presents, and no decorating necessary, really.”

Eclipse scoffed. “Then what do you do on this holiday?”

“Stay up until midnight and make loud noise to ring in the new year.”

“I’m in.”

That had been a few days ago. All day today the boys had both been so excited, planning to stay up as late as they wanted and blow their little noisemakers Callie had (regretfully) bought them. They had blown them constantly until she made a rule that they could only do it once an hour. She’d never seen Eclipse so focused on the time before.

Wade had arrived a little after six. They shared an easy supper, and played a few card games as the last few hours of the year ticked away.

Now it was a little after eleven, a movie on the TV as Callie and Wade sat on the couch. Both boys were passed out in their laps—Silver in hers, Eclipse in his.

“So much for staying up all night,” she said with a smile. Her hands moved through Silver’s quills in slow strokes. “Best laid plans and all that.”

“They lasted longer than I thought they would,” Wade said, readjusting Eclipse against him. “They were so excited. I thought the adrenaline would carry them longer.”

She gave a little laugh. “Kids are just like that. Silver once fell asleep in the middle of a story he was telling me on the way home from the grocery store.”

“Wow.”

“They play hard, they crash hard.” She sighed, leaning her head back against the couch. “Couldn’t handle the absolute whirlwind of a party I throw here at the ol’ MacPherson house.”

Wade snickered. “The neighbors probably called the station about the noise when Eclipse won that round of Exploding Kittens.”

Callie snorted out a laugh, before clapping a hand over her mouth. She didn’t want to wake her boys. “God, that kid’s got a set of lungs on him.”

“Silver was so mad.”

“He got him back in Uno.”

Wade nodded, a smile on his lips. “He did.” He quieted for a moment. “You’ve got some good kids, Cal.”

Callie nodded, reaching over to run her knuckle over Eclipse’s muzzle. “Yeah. I do.” She smirked. “At least they give me a reason to stay up for New Year’s. Usually I’m in bed by now.”

“You never went out or anything?”

“Nah,” she said, shaking her head. “Was never close to anyone. Never wanted to be. Fine on my own and all that.”

He watched her, his brow furrowing slightly. “Sounds kinda lonely.”

She shrugged. She never really thought about it. It was just the way things were for her. Every day was like the last, and the next would be just the same. She was alone, but that’s what she wanted. Because she was scared of letting people get close.

And then Silver had literally crash landed in her life, which brought Wade in. Eclipse came a few months later, and now she had a family. Now she wasn’t alone.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t sometimes still feel like she was. Late at night, when both boys were in bed and the house was quiet, it was too easy to imagine herself all alone again. It was better when Wade was here, and she tried so hard to tell herself it was because he was distracting her from the quiet. Giving her another adult to chat with while the boys were off doing their kid thing.

Because she really didn’t want to think about the fact that there may be something more at play than simple companionship. That was a road she was terrified to go down.

Wade was her friend. Friendship was easy.

She didn’t want to complicate matters.

“What about you?” she asked, in a not so casual attempt to change the subject. “Any exciting stories from New Year’s Eves past?”

He gave a little laugh that was more sad than jovial. “Nah. I was usually in bed too, unless I was working.” He paused, sitting back to avert his gaze from hers. “Tom and Maddie would invite me over, but . . .” He shrugged. “Sometimes I felt really third wheelish.” He pulled his lips tight. “And no one wants to date the town idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot.” It came out immediately, no hesitation. “You’re not.”

Wade shrugged. “I know what people see when they look at me.”

“That’s not what I see when I look at you.”

A silent beat, and when Wade spoke next his voice was soft. “What do you see?”

Callie chewed her cheek. She didn’t want to say things that would sound overly generic as a kind of ‘cheer up, you’re great!’ kind of pick-me-up. He didn’t need cheering up, he needed honesty. He needed a boost to his confidence and to know that he wasn’t the village idiot that so many people—himself included—seemed to see him as.

“I see,” she started, and turned to look at him with narrowed eyes, as though she were truly examining him. “A man who tries his hardest, even though he feels anxious sometimes. I see a man who just wants to help others. Someone who wants to see the good in people, regardless of how they treat him. You are kind, and sweet, and honest, and would give a stranger the shirt off your back if they asked for it.”

She paused, locking eyes with him.

“No, you may not know everything. You may be confused about what’s going on sometimes. But if people look at you and just see that, then they’re the ones who are idiots. Because you, Wade Whipple, are so much more.”

A heavy silence descended over the two then, and they sat on the couch, gaze locked. Callie’s heart pounded in her chest, worrying she’d said too much, or made things really awkward between them now. Was that over the top? Had she gotten too serious? Broken the light mood they usually shared?

She was about to say something snarky to break this awkward silence when he spoke.

“Know what I see when I look at you?”

Her heart raced faster. “What?”

“I see someone who’s braver than she thinks. Someone who claimed she was fine by herself and didn’t need anyone, but took in two lost alien kids and love them like they were her own. Someone who’s kind, and smart, and caring, but takes no bull. You stand up for what’s right, you defend those who are in trouble, and would put yourself in harm’s way to keep others safe.”

He swallowed hard, pulling his lips tight as though wondering if he should continue.

“I see someone who tries to pretend she’s fine. That she doesn’t need help. But she does. I see how she struggles sometimes. I see the hair pulling and how she sometimes just stares off into space when she’s stressed. And I want to help. All she has to do is ask. Because she is so amazing, and she could do anything. And I want her to see that, too.”

Callie’s brain stopped functioning. His words were so heartfelt, his tone so genuine, she couldn’t come up with any kind of response that seemed appropriate. Her knee-jerk reaction was to make a joke, likely a self-depreciating one, or throw out some snark to shift the mood. But she resisted. It didn’t seem right to respond to what he’d said with humor.

But oh how her heart pounded.

They sat there, eyes locked, for a long moment, before an odd look passed over Wade’s face.

“Eclipse is drooling on me.”

It took a moment for the words to sink into Callie’s brain, and when they finally did she blinked, giving him a shocked look.

“Oh! Oh, okay. Let’s get these boogers to bed, huh?”

The two shifted to lift their respective child and headed upstairs to the bedrooms. Callie heaved a tension-relieving sigh. Leave it to Eclipse to break up an awkward moment, even while asleep.

~X~X~X~

Wade followed behind as Callie tucked her boys in, one by one. She settled them into their beds—or hammock, for Eclipse—and kissed their foreheads before tiptoeing out.

Once the boys were snuggled in, the two went back downstairs, and fetched a few drinks from the fridge. Callie kept his favorite beer on hand, and handed him a bottle as she pulled a wine cooler out for herself.

Wade had to admit, he was a little disappointed their conversation had been interrupted. It felt . . . important somehow. Like they were being real with each other. Not that they ever weren’t, but tonight just felt . . . different.

The atmosphere from their previous conversation broken, they chatted about this and that as they settled back on the couch. The TV was turned low, tuned to one of those “Rockin’ New Year’s Eve” countdowns that showed a huge crowed of people in Times Square.

“Now that,” Callie said, pointing with the top of her bottle, “is my idea of hell. All those people, all that noise? No thanks.”

Wade chuckled with a nod. “That’s a lot of people in one place. What if you’re in the middle of that crowd and have to go to the bathroom?”

“Right? No one thinks of those things,” she said, taking a sip. “Not that I understand the desire to go and be in a crowd like that. Just not my thing.”

“Me neither. I like smaller groups better. I don’t think there are that many people even living in Green Hills. I couldn’t imagine being responsible for that many people.”

Callie turned to him, her eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you always want to be a cop?” she asked, her voice light. “Little Wade Whipple, running around with his little Cracker Jack badge and writing parking tickets for the neighborhood?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “No, nothing like that. I . . .” He shrugged. “I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I was a kid. I just knew I wanted to help people. When Tom said he was going to become a police officer, I just kinda followed.”

“Is there anything else you would want to do now? If you were gonna start all over?”

Wade gave that some thought. In all honesty, he couldn’t imagine himself doing anything else. At least right now. He shook his head.

“Nope. I like where I am. I like helping people. And putting on the uniform helps me feel like I’m not just Wade. I’m Deputy Wade. And it makes me feel good.”

“You look damn good in uniform too, if I’m being honest.”

Wade looked over at her with wide eyes, and found her frozen, her eyes just as wide. She had apparently not realized what she said was out loud. A blush burned her cheeks, and she flicked her eyes from his to the drink in her hand.

“Hoo boy,” she said, a little nervous laugh in her voice. “I’m such a lightweight! Half a wine cooler in and it’s already gone to my head!” She laughed slightly, before clearing her throat into her fist. “You hungry? I’m hungry. I’m gonna grab some food.”

She was up before he responded, heading for the kitchen where he heard her pour some chips in a bowl. Her comment rang in his ears. Was that . . . ? Did she . . . ?

Wade wasn’t good with subtlety. It seemed like maybe there was something more in what she’d said, but it could have also been his imagination. People sometimes just blurted things out without thinking. Inappropriate things, snarky comebacks that are meant as jokes, that kinda stuff. And Callie was pretty snarky normally, so . . .

He tried to just ignore it.

“So what about you?” he asked as she came back in with the bowl. He snagged a few chips when she sat back down. “Did you always want to be a librarian?”

A little amused smile curled her lips, but he noted that the blush was still there. “While I’ve always loved books and learning and such, being a librarian wasn’t what I dreamt about when I was a little girl. This just kinda fell in my lap. It plays to my highly organized mind, and lets me help people in a more casual way than some official position.”

“So what did you dream about as a little girl?”

The blush on her cheeks burned hotter. “You’ll laugh.”

He smiled. “Promise I won’t.”

She flicked her eyes to his, before uttering a soft sigh. “I always wanted to be a dancer.”

Wade’s smile softened. “A dancer?”

She nodded, and when she spoke next her voice was soft. “I would see women on TV dancing, and always thought they looked so graceful. Ballet, jazz, tap, whatever. They moved their bodies so smoothly and beautifully. I always wanted to learn to do that, too.”

“Why didn’t you?”

A smirk pulled Callie’s lips and she gave a little laugh. “The unfortunate affliction known as ‘two left feet’. I don’t know what it is but I can’t dance to save my life. I trip and stagger and just make a fool of myself.”

He smiled and shrugged. “I can teach you.”

She gave him a look. “Doubtful. I am unteachable.”

“Nah, I don’t believe that.” Wade pulled out his phone and pulled up a slow tempo song, before placing it on the table and pushing himself to his feet. He held his hand out to her. “C’mon. It’s not that hard.”

“You’re serious.”

He nodded. “I’m serious. C’mon. Dance with me.”

Her blush flared hotter. Flicking her eyes between his offered hand and his face, Callie slowly reached up and placed her hand in his. Wade pulled her to her feet, pulling her gently in to lay a hand on her back.

A blush rushed to his face at the proximity, the closeness and feel of her against him. He cleared his throat, his voice soft. “Just listen to the music, and follow my lead.”

She nodded, and that blush never left her cheeks. It made her eyes look especially pretty, and Wade stumbled for a step or two before finding the right rhythm as he led her in a slow waltz.

He had to admit, she was right. She couldn’t dance. She tripped over her own feet, stepped on his, and nearly made them both topple over when she stepped the wrong way in a turn.

But they were both laughing.

They played through the song three times, and each time she seemed to get worse.

“Are you being this bad on purpose?” he laughed after the third try. “You only have two feet, you know. It’s not that hard to keep track of them!”

Callie responded with a laugh and little slap to his shoulder. “I told you! Woefully uncoordinated, that’s me. Hopeless lost cause. Quit while you still have feeling in your toes.”

Feeling confident, Wade pulled her back to him, a little smirk on his lips. “Never! I will teach you to dance, or die trying!”

She snorted out a laugh, bringing a hand to her forehead in a dramatic flare. “Oh, poor Wade Whipple! Done in by his own stubborn insistence to teach the waltz to someone with the grace of a drunken ostrich. Oh, he will be missed.”

Wade laughed with her, but tightened his arm around her. “Seriously, you’re overthinking this.”

She gave him a look. “I’m sorry, have you met me? Overthinking is practically my middle name.”

He shook his head, still smiling. “Well, tell your brain to take the night off. Listen to the music. Feel the rhythm. And for crying out loud, let me lead! You’re fighting me and making things worse.”

“Ugh! Fine.” She gave herself a little shake and blew out a sigh. “Okay. One more time.”

~X~X~X~

They quieted, letting the music fill the living room, flowing over them in smooth tones. Wade pulled her close again, his hand resting on the middle of her back. His hand around hers was so warm and soft.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the music. On the rhythm. As she did, something seemed to slip into place in her mind. They were no longer separate notes, they merged together to form a line. A path. She stepped on his toes twice, but then found her footing so to speak, and moved and swayed with him as he guided them along.

This was nice. Feeling his arm around her. His breath on her neck. The heat of his body as they danced. Although she received plenty of hugs from her boys, this was different. This made her feel . . . safe. Comfortable.

Callie opened her eyes and looked up at him. He caught her gaze, the two were frozen in time, in this moment. The hand on her back slipped lower, coming to rest above her waist. A little pressure and she was pulled closer to him, their bodies touching.

A blush ran up his neck, warming his face and ears. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Behind them on the TV, the crowd in Times Square were counting down.

10!

Their feet slowed.

Wade turned them, so that the light from the Christmas tree caught in her eyes.

She swallowed. Hard.

The hand holding hers tightened slightly.

Her free hand slid from his arm to his waist.

He licked his lips.

Her lips parted.

He leaned forward.

She tilted her head to the side.

Happy New Year!

Their eyes closed.

Their lips met.

They were both trembling. Callie’s heart beat a manic pace in her chest, and she felt as though it were trying to burst through her rib cage and escape. Wade pulled her closer, and she felt his pounding just as hard.

But they did not pull away.

The world welcomed the new year in around them, and Wade and Callie stayed locked in their embrace. In their kiss. Their first kiss.

It was awkward and wonderful and terrifying and so, so gentle.

When they pulled back, they held each other to combat the tremble that still shook them both. Their eyes locked, and Callie opened her mouth to say something.

And that’s when an ear-piercing sound split the air.

“Happy New Year!” Eclipse called as he and Silver bounded down the stairs. Each held their noise makers and blew them as they rushed toward the couple.

Wade and Callie quickly released each other, stepping back just as each was hit with one alien child.

“You almost let us sleep through it!” Silver said, giving Callie a hug around the neck. “We almost missed it!”

“Yeah,” she said, her mind still not fully functioning. “S-sorry. You guys fell asleep.”

“Good thing I woke up!” Eclipse laughed, blowing his noisemaker again. “Nice job going around the sun, Earth!”

“Yeah, nice job!” Silver echoed.

“I wonder what will happen this year,” Eclipse said, hanging off of Wade’s shoulders. “Something exciting, I hope!”

Silver shrugged. “Last year I came to Earth and found a new family. Maybe this year will be even better!”

Callie and Wade exchanged a glance over the boys’ heads. The ghost of their blushes still warmed their cheeks, and they shared a small smile.

“Yeah,” Callie said, her blush warming again. “Maybe it will be.”

#writing gift #sonic fanfiction #sonic the hedgehog fanfiction #callie x wade #callie macpherson #wade whipple #silver the hedgehog #eclipse the darkling

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azures-bazar · 1 year

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Follow the Sun

This one is a VERY SAD one. Listening to « Follow The Sun » from Karliene inspired me so much… There’s no happiness there, I’m afraid.

Arthur Morgan x GenderNeutral!reader

Word count : 2.2k

Short summary : You contracted tuberculosis back in Blackwater. However, since a few days, you feel like there is no much time left.

A/note : ! CONTAINS SPOILERS !

Warnings : Blood, death

Tags : sad, dying Reader, tuberculosis, Arthur is crying (again), sunset, chapter 6, tears, birds, chapter 6 ending

You remained seated inside your tent, barely able to leave it. For the last few days, you had almost been bed bound, coughing blood on your sheets. Arthur had spent countless hours by your side, shushing your cries and painful coughs, despite you knew he was probably going to meet the same fate sooner or later. Despite being ill, listening to his coughs only made you feel more than concerned. You were scared for him, and not for your own health anymore.

In fact, this tragedy got the two of you very close. Arthur felt your pain, so did you feel his. You had been quite fond of him since your arrival, you had loved him since then. However, knowing that the two of you would share a same fate made you and Arthur grow much closer, remising of the good old days you spent together.

Arthur had chosen to settle your tent near at the edge the nearest cliff so you could see some of the birds perched on these tall trees which surrounded you. You loved birds, listening to them chirping above your head, or just simply watching them fly between the trees could easily calm you. Your favourite ones were Ferruginous Hawks. Arthur had placed your cot in a way that you did not even need to shift from your bed to see the nature ahead of you. The girls would often open the tent flap to let you see the outside world, making you forget about the terrible situation the gang was in.

Since Molly’s death, nobody was truly the same. Deep down, you knew that her sudden scream to Dutch, right before Ms. Grimshaw shot her, was caused by her one-sided love, and his full abandonment. He had pretty much abandoned many his old beliefs, in a way you could easily say you could no longer recognise him. You only had been with the gang for a year and a half, but you could easily remember Dutch in his better days, in his prime. You missed the man he was or, at least, the man he pretended to be. You would miss all the members that died, knowing you would certainly be the next.

In order to keep you away from the gang’s downfall, Arthur would often spend his free time with you. He would tell you tales about Wapiti Indians he met, about the wisdom of their chief. He would then bring you small berries he would collect especially for you, putting them in a bowl and giving them to you one by one so you would, at least, fill your stomach. Eating was painful, but you did everything for him. You did everything to ease his fears and sadness.

On occasions, he would also take you to other spots where the two of you would be sitting, far from the camp. You loved riding with him, as he would hold you before him on his saddle, making sure you would not fall, wrapping you in his best blankets. Your favourite spot was Brandywine Drop, this huge waterfall, giving you the most amazing view on Roanoke Ridge. You could spend hours there, but Arthur could not leave you alone.

However, one night, you felt your time had been drastically shortened. You had spent your entire evening and night coughing in a way that your voice was left broken and your throat sore. While Micah would complain about the noise, you could hear Bill being quite gentle towards your condition, taking your defence. Arthur did not leave your tent, sitting on your bed and carrying you on his knees.

"There, there…" he whispered, gently caressing your back

Arthur was barely able to hold his tears while seeing you like this. He was devastated and helpless about your health, frustrated about the tragedy the two of you were. He had cursed Strauss when he sent you to collect a debt from a terminally ill woman back in Blackwater, and seeing you coughing so hard into his embrace felt like his whole world was crumbling down. You were his everything. His sun, his moon, all the stars. His home, his comfort, his deepest treasure.

"It hurts…" you sobbed between two coughs

He felt your pain, he knew how sore your throat was. He held you closer, gently kissing your temple before turning his head to the small opening of your tent, showing you the forest nearby. He was in pain, in great pain, looking for something to help you, to free you. He had red many stories about people killing their partners to help them out of their illnesses, but he could never do this. Arthur was already terrified to brush your hair, imagining him helping you finishing your existence was not going to happen !

"I know, sweetheart, I know." he whispered with a soft sob he kept down his throat

You clung onto him, barely able to breathe anymore. Arthur started cradling you back and forth, kissing your head while tears were rolling down his cheeks. He bit his lips continuously, desperately trying to keep his sobs hidden from you. Your current state made him realise the fate that would be his, he had the same coughs. Sometimes, he could not even run anymore without being out of breath after less than a mile. You had gone through this before, and your fate was not only terrifying, but devastating to watch.

"I know it hurts." Arthur whispered with a trembling voice

Oh, Lord, had you regretted accepting Strauss’ task ! You did not mind collecting debts, but hated how merciless you had to act towards these people. That woman was wealthy enough to go through it, but you could remember her spitting blood on your face as a threat, cursing you for the next few months. She knew you would go through the same set of events in a probably much worse set of circumstances. By that time, this woman was still alive despite her decaying health, and you were dying. What a beautiful irony, just like the irony of Arthur’s upcoming fate !

Your first symptoms had only appeared somewhere in Clemens Point while you played Dominoes with Tilly, as you started coughing in a rather concerning manner. Mary-Beth had taken you to the nearest doctor along with Sean, who nearly set the whole place on fire as soon as you got to know the fate that was ahead of you. Indeed, MacGuire’s legendary discretion did not help neither you nor Mary-Beth in keeping your illness a secret. Arthur was devastated by the news, feeling sad he was not here to go to the doctor with you. However, you had specifically chosen to keep him away form it, you did not want him to be scared about your fate. And when you learnt about his illness, you felt terrible as well.

After coughing for minutes, your coughs had drastically dwindled, the crisis was over. However, the damage it made on your lungs was irreversible, any move would make you groan. Arthur gently laid you down on your cot, wrapping you in a blanket he had bought for you in case you were cold, caressing your forehead. You turned your head to him and sighed, meeting his glance. His eyes were filled with tears, but he was still smiling. Despite being dying, pale, coughing, his these large eyeballs he had beneath his eyes and his thin stature, he would always smile to you.

"Could you take me to Brandywine Drop tomorrow evening…?" you whispered. "I wanna see the dawn…"

"I don’t think that’s reasonable, sweetheart." Arthur respond

"Please…"

Arthur knew what your request meant. However, he could not refuse something so genuine than watching the sunset between the hills of Roanoke Ridge. He wanted to grant you this favour, not being able to resist your beautiful eyes. You were all that mattered, your happiness was worth it. Should it be your last sunset, Arthur would make it great. He would make everything great for you.

"Fine." Arthur sighed with a smile

You slid your arm out of the blankets and gently rose your hand to his cheek. Your thumb made its way through his short and well trimmed beard, making you smile. You loved the way he would take care of his beard, it often made him look less ill than he truly was. Arthur grabbed your hand and kept it against his cheek, allowing your arm to rest. He cried, you could easily notice this. And seeing such a beautiful man cry before you was heartbreaking.

"Don’t cry, Arthur…" you whispered. "I’ll be better soon…"

Arthur nodded and bit his lips with a loud groan, making it impossible for him to hold his tears. He slept in your tent that night, on your bed, holding you onto him. He did not even leave you the next day, remaining inside, reading you some old books he had saved from Hosea’s stash. You loved listening to his voice, he did his best not to show how desperate he was. He even made you laugh by making strange faces when talking. You enjoyed it, you enjoyed his quiet attitude towards you all day long. Even John came to check on you and recall you about the good old days with a younger Arthur. You smiled, the sight of this two boys getting along was beautiful, allowing you to let go.

When the evening came, Arthur carried you outside your tent and mounted you on his horse, making you sit before him. You rode to Brandywine Drop, sitting near the cliff of the waterfall. The sun was just about to set, Arthur gently held you close to him, avoiding you an unintentional fall. You rested your head on his tights, watching the setting sun. The subtle sound of the waterfall was great to make you feel rested, you could not feel pain anymore.

"I’m kinda scared to die…" you whispered

"There’s no need to be scared, Y/N." Arthur smiled. "You’ll just need to follow the sun when your time will come, everything will be good."

"How do I know my time will come ?"

"You’ll feel it."

Arthur was denying how bad your health was, and that your request had been made only to allow you to watch the setting sun with him for a last time. You knew there was no much time ahead, you could feel it. And right now, as your whole body was aching and your breath slowing down, you could feel that Mother Nature was about to call you to her, giving you just enough time to say goodbye to the man you loved.

"I love you, Arthur…" you whispered. "I know I ain’t good at speaking about what I feel… I just love you so much knowing I ain’t got time for this anymore…"

"Oh, sweetheart…" Arthur smiled, caressing your hair, allowing a tear to escape his eye. "You know I love you too."

"You do…?"

"Of course, I do. I love you."

The sun was beginning its journey between the hills, you could almost no longer breath. In fact, you were following the sun. You felt no pain anymore, no sore throat, no heavy lungs. Your vision got blurry as large mass of hawks was flying above you. Your favourite birds, you recognised them. This led you to smile uncontrollably, feeling relieved. Happy and relieved.

"Look, Y/N ! "Arthur said. "Hawks, your favourite. "

You did no longer respond, drifting away in the most peaceful and endless sleep. Your eyes were open, wide open to the setting sun, you were still watching these hawks fly above your head. Arthur turned his head to you as tears started flowing down his cheeks. At first, he shook you a little, but quickly came to the truth that was his. You were gone.

"Hawks… there are hawks out there…" he whispered

Arthur started sobbing uncontrollably, dragging you closer you him so he could embrace you. He held your lifeless body close to him, burying his head in the crook of your neck, humming your natural perfume. He coughed and cried for endless minutes as the sun was setting down, cradling you back and forth like he would have cradled a young child, covering you with kisses of despair and frustration. He felt this huge void, an intense agony wrapping him into grief. You, his angel, his pillar, his world, were gone. You were now a memory. One of the most beautiful ones.

"Follow the sun, Y/N…" he sobbed. "Follow the sun… "

A large light summoned you as you saw Arthur, lying on the ground, on the top of a mountain, facing the sun which was about to rise before him. He was covered in bruises, his fight with Micah had aggravated his tuberculosis. He was exhausted, heavily breathing as the sun started rising. You felt like he saw you, a smile quickly bloomed on his bruised face. You opened your arms around him, wrapping him into your embrace as he gave his last breath, feeling his hands caress your back.

"I missed you, Y/N." he whispered

"I missed you too."

"It’s time to go home."

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #rdr2 #chapter 6 #red dead redemption 2 #sad story #tuberculosis #azurestales #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption fanfiction #cowboys crying #grief #death

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quibbs126 · 1 year

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Here’s some sketches of young Ancient Cookies

I was just trying to go off of what flashbacks and concept art told us for their designs. By far the easiest was Dark Cacao, but that’s probably also because I’ve drawn him a few times before. Plus he’s all cape here

Originally I was just gonna draw Dark Cacao, Pure Vanilla and Hollyberry, but then I decided later on to try to come up with something for Golden Cheese and White Lily. With White Lily’s design, I just used the hair we got in the Academy flashbacks. For Golden Cheese, @sparkytheflame35 was again kind enough to give me some pages of her from the concept book, so I just used bits of that to cobble together a design for her. Also I’ve noticed in her official art that it looks like her hair is two slight different shades? Like her left side is more orange but her right side is more yellow. Not sure if it’s just a shading thing but I put it in regardless

I actually had a lot more fun than I thought I would drawing Golden Cheese, I might have to draw more of her later on

Then down below we’ve got some random sketches

First we have basically how Dark Cacao became part of the group. Basically my headcanon is that he was this mysterious silent warrior of the Great Icing Ridge, who would go out into the wastes and help those who found themselves in danger. He ends up finding the others stuck in a snowstorm and unprepared while also being attacked by monsters, so he steps in and takes care of it, and helping the group find shelter. Later when the snowstorm subsides and he helps them get back, and just before he plans to take his leave, Hollyberry, unaware he was trying to leave, basically drags him back with them to get a drink at the inn, grateful for his help. He is powerless to stop this. One thing leads to another and Dark Cacao Cookie decides he wants to join them on their adventures, and so the day they go to leave, he meets with them, bringing all his things and indicating he wants to join, and they welcome him with open arms

Also the group grew one by one, with the order following the (presumed) release order of the Ancient Cookies. So it goes Pure Vanilla (off on a pilgrimage), Hollyberry (looking for an adventure), Dark Cacao, White Lily (she and PV had a falling out since the Academy, but they ended up making amends and she joined them), and finally Golden Cheese (I dunno how she joined)

Then I wanted to draw Pure Vanilla just snapping at someone, because I think he deserves to be just a little feral sometimes. The Cookie he’s saying this to probably said something very rude about one of his friends, and he wasn’t having it. No one was expecting it, and so they’re all slightly terrified, especially when he goes right back to happy in an instant. They all learn not to tick Pure Vanilla off

Then I just wanted to draw a feral Golden Cheese, so I drew that. Not sure where “feral chicken mode” came from but it just did

Anyways, I think that’s all I have to say on the matter, so hope you enjoy!

#I feel like the eyes blend into the light colored hair and I’d rather them stand out a bit more #but I’m not sure I should use pure white because I haven’t so far with these #should I change that?#I swear it takes so long for me to finish these because in the middle of making them I get new drawing ideas that don’t fit in with my page #so that requires a new page #I have one that’s supposed to be a bunch of young Dark Choco interactions with other characters #but I keep getting sidetracked and don’t finish it #but anyways #I want more about Golden Cheese #cookie run kingdom #dark cacao cookie #pure vanilla cookie #hollyberry cookie #white lily cookie #golden cheese cookie #my art

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SPOILERS AHEAD ! ! ! 🦜 (what she said)

Outlander Just Broke Our Hearts. Here's How Sam Heughan and Caítríona Balfe Reacted.

Robert Wilson/Starz

The official logline for episode 702 of Outlander secretly warned us what we were in for ("a startling discovery about Roger and Brianna's newborn daughter; a familiar face returns; explosive consequences at the Ridge…"), but nothing could have prepared us for everything that went down, both literally and figuratively. Written by Toni Graphia and directed by Lisa Clarke, the episode—titled “The Happiest Place on Earth”—harkened back to Outlander's early days, when traveling through the Stones was commonplace, and Jamie and Claire were left with nothing but each other.

The episode starts at Fraser's Ridge, with Claire looking well after being captured. However, she soon runs into Malva's brother, Allan, who is visiting his sister's grave. We learn that he was the one who killed his sister because he raped her and the unborn child was his. He pulls out a pistol and tries to kill himself, but Claire pulls the gun away, thinking she's saved him until Ian shoots him with an arrow and kills him. Later, when Claire and Ian go to bury Allan, Mrs. Bug sees what they're doing and offers to help.

Following the opening credits, we see footage of Disneyland from the ‘50s, which seems to make no sense until later in the episode. (On that note, how much fun would it be to see a fantasy episode in which Jamie is able to travel through the Stones and Claire takes him to Disneyland? I’d watch that in a heartbeat).

Anyway, the joy of Disneyland soon gives way to Bree screaming at the top of her lungs about to give birth. (Hey, I'm sure some people have had a similar reaction to The Haunted Mansion or Tower of Terror). She gives birth to a little girl named Amanda Claire Hope Mackenzie. But soon thereafter Claire notices Mandy’s fingernails are blue-ish. She listens to her heartbeat, and realizes that Mandy has excess blood flowing to the lungs which means not enough oxygenated blood flows through the body. Mandy will probably not survive without surgery.

And so, the Mackenzies decide they must go through the Stones. But first they must prepare for the trip ahead. While gathering supplies, Bree runs into Lord John and meets William Ransom, Jamie’s son, and her half-brother. Bree is annoyed that Lord John won’t tell William about Jamie, and says she hasn’t forgotten about her other father (Frank) or stopped loving him. Later, Jamie visits Lord John and says he won’t be fighting for the British. Lord John gives him a sapphire to give to Bree to pass thru the Stones. Jamie is overcome with emotion.

Bree, Lord John, and William. Robert Wilson/Starz

In the official press notes for the episode, David Berry (Lord John) says “that was an interesting scene to film. Lisa, the director, and I discussed this was like it was a divorce scene. The separation of Jamie and Lord John; Jamie has taken his allegiance to the Continentals and Lord John to the British—there is now an irreconcilable difference. However, there's still immense love there from both sides. The sapphire was symbolic of a ring—a piece of jewelry that unifiest them or a symbol of their deep connection. So, the giving back of the ring is an act of love, but it's also a goodbye. It's a way of ending the relationship.”

Anyway, we get to the meaning of the episode's title later that evening when Jamie and Bree spot fireflies in the forest. She tells him about Disneyland and why it's known as the Happiest Place on Earth. He asks if she’s disappointed being here in the 18th century, but she says no because it’s magical being with him.

Later, Jamie gives Claire a small gem in case she wants to go through the Stones as well, but she throws it out the window, never giving a second thought to leaving Jamie behind. They kiss and he says they should fetch that gem.

The next day the Mackenzies and Frasers travel by boat to the Ocracoke Stones. It’s a highly emotional scene all around, for both Claire and Bree, Jamie and Roger Mac, Jamie and Bree, Jamie and Jemmy (you get the picture). The intensity of the moment is balanced out by a sweet and clever exchange with Jamie and Jemmy where he tells his grandson to send his regards to “Michael Mouse.” Of course, any laughter one might have soon gives way to full-on waterworks when Jamie tells Bree he doesn't have the words and can't say goodbye.

The hardest of goodbyes. Robert Wilson/Starz

The Mackenzies successfully pass through the Stones, which we learn when they wake up and see a plane in the sky. Meanwhile, back in the 18th century, Jamie and Claire arrive back at the Ridge and things start to heat up in bed before Claire starts crying. She says every time she closes her eyes, she’s lost half her family. She tells Jamie she’ll never see them again, and he says he often thinks of Murtagh, as he knows they’ve lost a great many between them. Claire starts bawling. I'm bawling. Where's a trip to Disneyland when you need one?

At least we then get a little montage of things going well at the Ridge. However, there's too much time left in this episode for it to end on this uplifting note. Soon enough, Claire enters into the main house at night where she stumbles upon fellow time-traveler, Wendigo Donner. Claire wants to know what he is doing there and questions where he was when she needed his help before she was gang-raped. He says he would have been killed had he tried to intervene, but he's not there to talk about the past. Instead, he wants to get back to the present day and needs her help on how to travel through the Stones. She's reluctant, but just wants him out of her life, so she advises him to focus, have a clear conscience, don't drink, etc. But this being Outlander, he then pulls out a pistol and asks for more gemstones. He and his men (who had also been holding Jamie in another room) start ripping apart the house, including Claire’s lab. While I love this entire house, it's the demolition of Claire's hard work developing ether and all that's in her lab that leaves me the most devastated. But then it gets worse; Wendigo lights a match so he and his men can have more light to find the gemstones, but the fire from the match comes in contact with the ether, and the episode ends with the house blowing up.

“That was a really emotional, in part because it comes on the heels of losing Bree and Roger and the kids,” Caítríona Balfe (Claire) tells Glamour. “I think for Claire, she was trying to hold everything in and be the strong person who's let them go for a really good reason…but it's this thing of just losing your home [that breaks her]. It is such a destabilizing thing.”

The house going up in flames means it was also the end of a massive—and important—set piece that's been part of Outlander for several seasons now. “We were saying goodbye to that place, the location that had been our home for the last couple of years,” Sam Heughan (Jamie) adds. “It holds a lot of memories for Jamie and Claire.”

But before we get too much into the aftermath of the fire, we hopped on a Zoom with executive producer Maril Davis to talk about the episode as a whole, and what the goodbye scene means going forward.

Glamour: That was the most emotional episode I've seen in awhile, and also one of my favorites.

Maril Davis: Well, I cry every time I watch that goodbye scene [at the Stones], and I've seen it 20 times. I just think there's something so sad about it as a mom to be sending your daughter back through. And then also, I think the complicated thing about that scene was there was a lot of goodbyes. Do you know what I mean? You had Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Bye bye. And then I think actors and director and the writers all figured out a way to make it kind of seamless and so heartfelt.

When Jamie says goodbye to Jemmy and has that iconic line about, "If you see a mouse named, Michael, tell him I say hi." But my favorite, favorite line from that scene that I'm so glad made it in is when Jamie at the end declares something to the effect of, "If not for you, I would not go on." And that to me encapsulates their whole relationship. It's like I've just sent my kid and my grandkids through. I do not think I can make it except for you. That's the only reason I'm still alive. And I'm just like, oh my God, I just want to cry.

Claire and Jamie Forever. Robert Wilson/Starz

Wasn't it also the last scene for the little actors (Andrew and Matthew Adair) that played Jemmy?

Yes. So yes, those twins, we won't be seeing them again. I know they've grown so much.

When might we get a Roger, Bree, Claire, and Jamie reunion?

I think we've been at pains to try to show that going through the Stones is not easy. It's not like a low revolving door that you could just go through. And I think it takes its toll going through the Stones and people have died. We know from past seasons that Wendigo Donner, his friends didn't make it. It takes its toll on you, so it's not something you should enter into lightly. So I think, Bree and Roger are thinking, this is a time we should stay in, that feels like a safer time. And I think Jamie and Claire feel better knowing they're in this other time and they're safe. But are they?

So will they reunite this season and be in the same time period?

I can't say anything. You'll have to watch.

Let's talk about the fire at the end. Wow.

Oh my God, I'm so sad to see that house go. It's so sad. But on the other hand, we have been talking about this fire for so long. I think I just wanted to tap in and us to move on. It was so sad though. That beautiful house is no longer there, but I think also the aftermath of it is so brilliantly done by our art department.

And that took a long time to do. That's not just like, oh, we burn it down. That's a piece of art. I think for the actors, it was a really sad moment for them as well, because we've been filming on this set for a long time. We no longer have this set, and we said goodbye to some sets this year. We also said goodbye to our Wilmington set. And it's something very sad when you say goodbye to these pieces of your show that you're not going to go back to. It feels like a nostalgia and a kind of bittersweet moment. It's just like everything you know and love is gone. But that's the point of it. It's like that's just possession and the important thing is right here.

Glamour

Remember… it's this thing of just losing your home [that breaks her]. It is such a destabilizing thing. — Caitríona Balfe

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #Outlander #Glamour #23 June 2023 #S07E02 The Happiest Place On Earth #Instagram Story

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Greetings!! I LOVVVEEE your writing so much, been on a whole TMNT kick especially the bayverse. I am IN LOVE with Raph, always have been for years!!

Can you do one with my human oc Miyoko who is a short shy girl who has a thing for Raph and he finds out from the pieces of writing she does on her free time about the things she loves about him, for example: his eyes, voice, his strong muscular physique, loves watching him working out.

And after seeing the writing, Raph surprises her, telling her his feelings and showing her physically with everything she has fantasized about all this time [basically getting rough and dirty *wink wink*] and it is all from what Miyoko has wrote about. Leaving her in a red blushing breathless mess.

So sweet and sexy! ♥️😍 Sorry it took so long to get done!

Sexier than Fiction

Raph x OC Miyoko (fem)

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

That’s right, baby, groan and sweat for mama, Miyoko thought to herself. Watching Raphael lift weights was one of her favorite pastimes. Pulling her notebook out of her messenger bag, she made a few notes for later. While her friends wrote fanfics about movie stars and rockstars, she devoted her writing skills to the hotheaded terrapin. Her cheeks heated up at the thought of writing out a new smut piece based on his current workout.

“Whatcha writin’ there, girlie?” his deep voice interrupted her musing.

Slamming the journal shut, she looked up sheepishly. The object of her obsession was giving her his signature smirk, and despite her embarrassment at being caught, her tummy fluttered with want.

“It’s no-nothing, Raphael, just some notes for uh, work,” Miyoko lied, slipping it back into her bag.

One big eye ridge shot up, but otherwise, he decided to leave it alone. For now. His adorable little friend was always writing in that notebook, but kept it very private. His curiosity was killing him. Maybe if he could read it, he would get some insight into the shy girl’s mind. Raphael could admit to himself that she intrigued him. She was short and cute, sweet and sexy, and an enigma. He knew she considered them to be friends, but he yearned to find out what chance he might have for more. He had to get that journal.

“I should probably get going,” Miyoko murmured, standing and slinging the bag over her shoulder.

Raph had to think fast. He followed her out into the lair, wracking his brain for ideas. He spotted a book, one of Leo’s with Japanese poetry. It would make a good swap in her bag. Now, how to distract her…

“Miyokocakes! I baked cookies! You gotta try them and tell me what you think,” Mikey called from the kitchen.

Perfect. Saved by Mikey’s culinary obsession. With a grin, he slipped a finger under her shoulder strap and lifted. Immediately, she grabbed her bag in a panic.

“What are you-?” she started.

Raph wagged a finger at her, admonishing, “Now, ya can’t leave without trying a cookie. You’ll break Mikey’s heart and we can’t have that, can we?”

He pulled her bag off her shoulder and made a show of setting it down by the exit. She looked skeptical, but Mikey suddenly swooped in and grabbed her hand to pull her to the kitchen. As soon as she was distracted, Raph grabbed the poetry book and made the switch. Thinking fast, he shoved the notebook under the couch cushions and then nonchalantly strutted to the kitchen for a handful of triple chocolate chunk cookies.

🍪🍪🍪

Back in the safety of his bedroom, after Miyoko had gone home, Raphael finally had the notebook in his hands. Guilt ate at him for the way he took it, but curiosity was a gnawing hunger in his gut and only reading her words would satisfy. A couple of deep breaths, and he opened the cover.

The first page wasn’t much. A few notes about work and a grocery list. So she likes Greek yogurt and Cinnamon Toast Crunch, big deal. With a huff, he flipped to the middle where a larger draft of writing caught his eye. He skimmed down until he noticed his name in the second paragraph. Wait a minute. He read a little more, then with wide eyes, he flipped back several pages. HOLY MOTHER OF GUACAMOLE AND ALL THE PATRON SAINTS OF TACOS!!!

Miyoko was writing smutty stories about him!! Him, Raphael, giant ninja turtle with an even bigger attitude, she wrote about fucking him. His eyes devoured page after page of detailed trysts. There were several things that surprised him about the sweet, shy girl. And the desire….oh, how his desire for her was growing. Once he got to the current page that she had made notes on today, he had to stop and take several deep breaths. He learned that she was aroused by his strength, intrigued with his long tongue, and wanted to be treated a little rougher. Well, he was just the turtle to provide….

📔📔📔

Miyoko was in a panic. She had searched everywhere, but her journal was missing. Oh god, what if she had left it at the lair?! She specifically remembered putting it in her messenger bag. Where could it have fallen out? If anyone saw it and read what was inside, she would just die.

The sound of tapping at her window startled her. Cautiously, she made her way over and pulled back the curtain. Raphael? What was he doing on her fire escape? She unlocked the latch and pushed it open. The barrel-chested brute climbed into her apartment, making the whole place feel tiny in comparison of his large frame. Miyoko raised a brow. He never stopped by, and she had just been at the lair a couple of hours ago.

“Hi Raph. Um, what are you doing here?” she asked softly.

Raph cleared his throat, suddenly looking guilty. He pulled something around from behind his back and held it out to her. She stared at it like it was a venomous snake about to strike. Her eyes shifted to his and she knew in that moment that he had stolen it, and that meant he had already read some of it. Miyoko wasn’t sure what was worse, her embarrassment at being caught, or her anger at his betrayal.

“I, uh, just wanted ta know more about ya,” he mumbled.

She glared, snatching the notebook out of his hands, “Then ask me. This…this…urgh!”

“Okay, okay,” Raph soothed, “I get it. What I did was sneaky and wrong. But if I hadn’t read it, I wouldn’t have known that ya like this.”

A smirk grew on his face as he strode forward, backing her up to the wall. Her eyes widened as he smacked both hands on either side of her head, then he leaned into her neck and nuzzled it with his snout. Chill bumps erupted across her skin and a shiver worked it’s way down her spine.

“Wha-what are you doing?” she squeaked.

Raph chuckled low, “I’m just fulfilling yer fantasies. I think this was in the third story I read. What happened next?”

Miyoko felt her heart nearly stop. Oh, but she did remember that story. And she knew exactly what happened next. She clenched her thighs in response and Raph growled at the action.

“Ah, I see ya remember.”

His lips skimmed over her erratic pulse, tongue slipping out to taste her smooth skin. She gasped, and he instantly moved to her mouth, not even hesitating to slip his tongue between her lips. She wanted to stay mad. She really did. But he tasted so good, and his hands were gripping her hips tightly, like he was as desperate for her as she was for him. Giving in to her lust, she kissed him back fervently, and he groaned as her little tongue rubbed against his. He took his time tasting her, building the heat between them, until she didn’t even attempt to resist his removal of her shirt. He dropped down on one knee to get closer to the hard peaks, swirling his tongue around one, then turning to suck at the other.

While he enjoyed her breasts, she moaned loudly and held his head in her hands. Who knew the quiet little bookworm could get so loud? His large mitts hooked in her joggers and the sides of her panties and slid the down her legs. Raph grinned as he pressed a kiss between her tits. Time to make the first fantasy come true. Kneeling down further, he lifted one leg over his left shoulder, and slid his hands to her backside to hold her steady. She was looking down at him through heavy, half-lidded eyes as he eased her other leg over his right shoulder. Then he stood.

“Betta brace on that ceiling, babe,” he warned her, and she pressed her hands up against the plaster.

Using the wall and ceiling to keep her right where he wanted her, Raph’s long tongue rolled out. Her cunt was in his face in this position and he decided teasing was just not in the cards tonight. He needed her ready for him. He licked and slurped, shaking his head and growling low at each pleasured gasp.

“Ya taste so fuckin’ good,” he groaned before steadily thrusting his tongue in and out of her pussy.

Her hips rocked as much as she was able in her position. Miyoko smacked the ceiling when he hit a particularly sweet spot, her face flushed. He was drawing her to the edge and it was time to jump. Her body gave way without warning, bucking against his mouth and crying out. He continued to lap at her folds until her hips stilled. Then he maneuvered her until she was in his arms, pressing kisses to her sweaty forehead.

“Shall we move on to the next fantasy?” Raph rumbled.

The satisfaction on her face egged him on. He needed to make her feel more. He needed her weak from his ministrations. He needed her legs wobbly and her skin covered in his marks. He needed…fuck. He needed to make her his own.

“Which way ta yer room?”

Not trusting her own voice, she motioned to a short hallway, and he went that direction with determined strides. Her face was bright red, the reality of what he just did, and what they were about to do, making her bashful heart flutter. He laid her on the bed, then stepped back to start undressing himself. Miyoko watched every move he made, every bit of skin exposed.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” she murmured. “Am I dreaming?”

Raphael dropped his shorts to the floor, having gone commando, and grinned impishly, “My boner would say otherwise. But if it’s a dream, I don’t wanna wake up.”

“Now,” he leaned over the bed and began to climb on and stalk her as she scrambled back, “how do ya want me? On top? Behind? Under ya?”

Miyoko couldn’t stop staring at the massive erection bobbing between his legs. Would he even fit? Raphael followed her gaze and saw what had her rapt attention. He wrapped a hand around himself and gave a few hard jerks.

“Ya wanna touch me?” he growled.

Her eyes snapped up and she licked her lips. Tentatively, she wrapped her tiny hands around him and slid them up and down. A churr vibrated his chest and she stopped, unsure.

“Keep going, sweetheart. That feels amazin’,” he groaned.

Confidence restored, she pumped a little harder, and watched the look of bliss on the big guy’s face. When a bead of precum spouted out of the tip, she leaned down and caught it on her tongue.

“Fuuuuck.”

Suddenly, she was flat on her back and his tip was nudging her entrance. He pushed her legs back to open her up more and slowly eased forward. Miyoko slid her arms around his neck and held him tightly, whimpering at the intrusion.

“Mmm, so damn tight. Try to relax for me, Miyoko.”

She nodded and thought back to how it felt when it was his tongue deep in her cunt, wiggling and massaging her sensitive walls. She grew wetter at the thought and he slipped in a little further. Then an idea hit him.

“Ya know, ya aren’t the only one wit fantasies. There’re a few from yer book that I’ve imagined. Sometimes, I lay in my bed, thinking bout ya, and my hand goes wanderin’,” he whispered low.

Her eyes widened. Raph thought about her when he jerked off? He took a moment to kiss and nibble at her neck and then while gently rocking his hips, he described some of his dirtiest thoughts about her. The filthier he talked, the slicker her canal became. When he finally hilted, her eyes were glazed over with lust and her inner walls squeezed him tight.

“That’s my good girl,” Raph purred, “I want ya to be my girl. That alright wit ya?”

She felt her heart melt and nodded eagerly, “I’d love to be yours, Raphael.”

“Ya know,” he whispered, “I take good care of what’s mine.” Then he pulled back and slammed it home.

Miyoko’s cries and moans were beautiful music to his ears as he built a steady rhythm. The petite woman was so snug around him, it was all he could do not to blow his load too early. He captured her mouth and swallowed her whimpers, coaxing her tongue to explore his larger mouth. Miyoko was naturally sexy and didn’t even know it. Feeling her womb spasm, she tore her mouth away and panted and wailed, her second release even stronger than the first. Miyoko’s face was flushed and sweaty as she gazed up at his victorious smirk.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart, but we ain’t done yet. Not by a long shot,” Raph warned. “I got all night and pages of smut to fulfill.”

Miyoko surprised him again with a soft kiss to his snout. Red-faced and still a little shy, she murmured, “I have more than one notebook….”

♥️

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