#run in a zig zag pattern

[electronicmail]

hi💜 im 15 (literally tomorrow) and I think I may be starting a situationship w a 19 year old will I be arrested? What should I do bruh

you wont be arrested! you will be groomed. dont do that. thats insane. if you do not do that you will save yourself a lot of mental damage. there is no way for this to go well. i am twenty one and the idea of “starting a situationship” with someone about to turn 17 is nuts to me. no 19 year old in their right mind would do that. this person will be arrested! and they KNOW THAT!

[hockeypuckk]

like and run away. run far. as far as you can. run. run!!!!!

[freydis-freydat]

The word hit Freydis like a punch to the stomach. In truth, she couldn’t say if it had that impact because it was the first time it had been wielded against her or out of the empathy she felt for the witchers. Freydis had been called most names in the book, violent and derogatory monikers had always been slung her way from her opponents in holmgangs and those who circled around them. It was an odd feeling for a word to have such an impact against her after so many years of numbing herself to such words in the form of weaponry. Then again, she’d always been more sensitive than most. She peered across from him and listened to him speak of how magic permeated all–except true humans. It made her feel vulnerable and weak, it made her wonder how she had ever survived so long, question why any force greater than herself would look out for her when she was so insignificant and powerless compared to all that was and could be. 

“That isn’t how I think of you,” she said quietly. Freydis assumed Torsten didn’t need comforting, and probably didn’t want it, but a piece of her she could never quite silence forced the words.

Freydis wet her lips, trying to thing of something to say in retort, but nothing really came to mind. She was a fearful creature, the emotion coloring many of her thoughts and decision making. It was a mystery to her what she housed within her that allowed her to push past all of her doubts and fears, but chronically she did so. “The alternative is to leave it alone and give the arch fey what she wants eventually anyhow,” she thought aloud, conceding that Torsten wasn’t making a bad point. “Which I would be more inclined to say might be the safer bet if we hadn’t just evacuated our kingdom and barely survived it. Maybe she is manipulating me–I know I don’t have the best of sensibilities. But I don’t know if it’s safer to act or not act.” The pressure was beginning to bloom inside of her, a dull thrumming at her temple building, and suddenly it was hard to sit still. She crossed her arms, though only so she could dig her nails roughly into the back of one of her arms to try to create some temporary release. 

“Where else am I meant to look?” Freydis asked as she nodded toward the literature on the table in front of them. She sounded exasperated, but her frustration wasn’t aimed at him. Freydis looked at him as he spoke and drew in a deep breath that found its exit from her lungs in the form of a heavy sigh. A moment later her hands lifted to massage a bit of the tension from her temple, a stress headache already mounting as her mind rattled with concerns about Aventia, her leadership, and this additional threat; she never knew if she was doing the right thing until it was too late. “I know I will, I just don’t want to lead you or anyone else into their own ruin. Especially not if it's for some empty cause."

"Mutants." It was the word that most people danced around, but they were witches until they weren't anymore. The poison changed them so intrinsically that whatever magic Torsten had been born with had been inverted completely. "We were witches once, Iskaran law wouldn't call us human." No lands or titles, nothing but the authority to kill and hunt the very thing that had seen them thrown into the Watch in the first place. "But there's magic in the building blocks of everything. Threads of earth, air, fire, water, and spirit make up the world. Druids, elves, witches, they can just influence it in different ways." Witchers did too, in their own way, but rather than manipulate they rejected the pattern.

From Torsten's perspective, Freydis had no inclination toward the truth of what she'd seen. Moving forward with little more than suspicion and hope was far from concrete. "She was in your mind, inhabits part of your body, you have no way of knowing how she knew, what she knew, or why she showed you what she did." Again, it was just as likely that Freydis had seen exactly what she'd needed to see to go along with what Nintra wanted. It wasn't Torsten's intention to sew doubt into Freydis's mind, only consider that the things she'd seen might have just been reflections in the mirror.

The straightforward answer was that Torsten would never be in this position. "I wouldn't take any word but my own and before I went charging into the demon's domain, I'd learn everything about her and whatever it was that she'd done to me." As far as Torsten could tell, Freydis didn't even have a name for what she was, if there even was, but it wouldn't change the fact that he'd stand beside her wherever she went. "Then I'd cut the bitch's head off." He had no problems just skipping to that part too. "Bereskarn: wherever this road leads you you'll have my sword."

[vmlnrzmp4]

itoshi sae — nsfw

a/n: this was a request. it was a bit embarrassing to post but i left shame back in 2024 so without further ado, enjoy<3

the bathroom door opened rather too loudly. too hurriedly. itoshi sae entered, seeing you sitting in the empty bathtub—your eyes hazy, your lips parted, your hair messy and your hand down to your panties—you were wasted.

you were in one of the rooms at the party, getting shots after shots till you got drunk and needy.

sae, tho your ex, rushed to find you the moment he got to know about your state—knocking on every door in the house till he found you there. "i'm taking you home," sae said in a firm voice as he walked in.

you pouted, "go away," you say childishly but that doesn't stop him as he warns you that he'll have to manhandle you out if you don't listen to him. to which you counter by saying that you will scream if he doesn't listen to you.

he runs his hand over his face, coming over to you and crouching down—almost giving up convincing you. he himself had a few shots but his was right in his mind(atleast that's what he thinks), sitting by the little stool, "what are you doing y/n?" he asks, a hint of pink coating his cheeks as he sees where your hand is.

"nothing," hiccup "nothing you should be worried about," hiccup "now go away or enjoy the show. i don't care," you say, rubbing yourself even faster and faster and faster.

"stop it y/n," he says firmly, reaching for your hand but oh, you already came all over your fingers.

giggling, you give him a mischievous look, "wanna taste?"

"you're out of your damn mind."

"maybe i am," hiccup "that doesn't answer my question. do you wanna taste or no?" you laugh giddily.

there was a silence. and maybe the shots of alcohol made sae feel something he couldn't put a finger on, "...give me that damn hand."

you snickered as he takes your middle and ring finger into his mouth, licking them clean. "can you send in some guy," hiccup "i wanna get eaten out."

sae looks at you in disbelief, "you're gonna regret this next morning y/n."

you laugh saying you regret nothing—saying that what happens will happen. you don't really care. you've left the shame back in to the time where you and sae used to date.

"i have one request i want you to fulfil, itoshi sae," hiccup "bring someone in."

the thought of some other guy getting his hands on you alone pissed sae off. pissed isn't even the right word. whatever emotion it was—jealousy perhaps—made sae pick you up from the bathtub bridal way, making you yelp.

sae settles you down at the edge of the bed, kneeling down in front of you, rolling your dress upwards till he has a perfect sight infront of him—the panties you wore on had a dark wet patch at the centre thanks to your own fingers.

before he could dive his head in between your thighs, you held onto his hair, tugging back, "not you."

"...not me?"

"not you." you hiccup again. then again as you say, "you're not my boyfriend anymore."

sae reaches for your hand that rested on his head, kissing the knuckles, "y/n...let me."

you were starting to sober up but the fire inside you didn't die down, "fine." with your permission, sae exhaled in relief as he places multiple kisses and occasional bites on the inside of your thighs, trying to mark you as his possession.

he slides your panties to the side, letting out a throaty hum at the sight of your pretty wet pussy, "fuck," he breathes out. without waiting much, he attaches his lips to where you needed him the most.

with his tongue, he drew little tight circles, zig-zags, figure eights, and every pattern he knew that would get you off—as he was basically making out with your pussy.

you keep squirming and whimpering—moaning his name and even the nickname you would call him when the two of you used to date. he groans at that, the vibrations on your pussy puts you over the edge and without warning, you come undone on his tongue, without him knowing.

and when you do so, you fall back on the bed, giggling to yourself, so tired, closing your eyes, on your way there to the dreamland.

you don't care—or even have the strength to complain about the overstimulation by the ministrations sae is providing you with.

when he's finally satisfied, he looks up at you but you were already fast asleep. sae sits besides you on the bed, running a hand through his hair, panting as he looks at your vulnerable figure.

you don't belong in her life anymore.

a voice echoed in his head.

she deserves better.

another one said.

sae gets up from the bed, fixing himself. one step, two step, three step...more steps and he'll be out of your life completely.

so he halts himself, turning around to you. you were carelessly sleeping. a drool rolling from your mouth to your cheek as you snored lightly—this elegant sight of you that sae loved dearly.

how can you walk back into her life like nothing?

"i can," he counters, making his way to you. adjusting your dress so you're not uncomfy. he pulls the duvet—covering you with it.

she deserves better.

"she deserves me."

[gallifreyan85]

Scare me up (a little bit of love)

pairing: Agatha x reader

summary: this is the bring your mentor back from the dead mother's day fic you never knew you needed

Next part (and last) here

A/n at the end of fic.

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When you reached Westview it was early morning. The sun had just come out, and by the time you stepped off the bus and made your way into town, walking alone by the lonely winding road, eyes squinting from the sunlight peeking through the trees, you felt a familiar tug in your bones. The old sign at the edge of town was still there, big, white, faded letters against a scraped teal background, and you passed it in a hurry, quickening your steps in hopes of reaching your destination faster. Though once you did, you didn’t go in at once.

You stood in front of her house, taking in the view. The front door was missing, askew on its hinges and crammed sideways across the doorway, a steady reminder of what happened before you, your mentor, and her so called makeshift coven decided to walk the Witches Road. It was an eventful day, so unlike the one you were having now. You took a step off the cement driveway and opened the latch on the white wooden fence. It didn’t creak, but the paint was stale, and you had to lean against it with your full body to make the hinges budge. The grass was soft beneath your sneakers, a little slippery from the early morning dew. You quietly made your way towards the entrance, and then, with a final, shaky breath of determination, ducked underneath the skewed front door and slipped inside.

The house was silent. Old wooden tiles groaned as you stepped into the hallway, then the living room. It wasn’t very messy, but the air was thick and stale and you went to open the nearest window. All the curtains were drawn, leaving the rooms shrouded in half darkness, streaks of light zig-zagging across the dark television screen, an old bookshelf, the worn patterned couch. You sighed. There was an ache in your lungs from being back here, a house you’d spent so many years in, studying magic and listening to Agatha talk about her chaotic adventures, tease you about everything and then make some witchy herbal tea you always drank with her. You missed it. All of it.

But most of all you missed her.

The Road was a messy adventure, you’d joined her of course, without question, eager to talk with her after the three long years of nothing, and once you made it out--

You wondered if the yard was still strewn with pieces of wreckage from that fight she and Rio had had. You shook you head quickly and set yourself straight. You were here for a reason.

To bring her back.

It took a while, a long, long, long while, but you finally found it. A way, a combination of tricky, long, dreary and demanding spells and enchantments, all ingredients in bringing back a life. Well. Not quite. She was a ghost. All you’d do was get her back into her body, set things straight. Although with her, things rarely seemed to go straight. You sighed, dropped your backpack onto the sofa, and went into the kitchen. After making a black coffee-- you rarely drank it black but there was no milk in the fridge and the cabinets were quite empty, you went into the basement.

Señor Scratchy came hopping into the light from some dim corner, his little nose twitching in recognition. You bent down to pet him, running your fingers through his soft fur. You’d missed him too. You were relieved that he was alright, because after you’d stormed off and left Agatha and Billy to their adventures you wondered for a while if someone had come in to check on the bunny.

“Are the neighbors feeding you well, buddy?” you murmured into the quiet stillness of the room.

He stayed under your hand, whiskers moving curiously, and then pressed his nose against your mug. You realized then that you’d taken one of hers. You hadn’t even noticed.

“I know buddy…” you said softly, “I miss her too.”

You stayed there on the floor, crouched down with him and petting him until your coffee went cold, and then pressed a kiss to his furry head and stood back up again.

You set your mug on her desk, dark mahogany from whatever old century she got it from, and started to go through your books. You opened every needed page, got all the ingredients, luckily her basement still had some herbs and gems stashed away in glass jars, and it took you over fifteen minutes to locate the candles stashed in a wooden crate above the washer and dryer-- you really missed all the enchanted and creepy vibes of the room. It looked so bland like this. Like a normal suburban basement, even though you knew it was everything but. You missed the magic. How many tireless evenings you’d spent in that same room, whining that you couldn’t do the spells, that it was too hard, and Agatha teasing you and sighing and explaining everything from the beginning. After everything was ready, you went up into the backyard.

A soft breeze was blowing, making your hair fall into your eyes and mouth, and you tied it back before pulling out the spellbook. You set it down beside you and looked through the garage. You found a shovel. It was heavy, really heavy, but you managed it just fine. Back in the yard, you stood over the right spot, and started to dig.

The ground wasn’t too hard but it was cold, and you had to put all your strength into pushing the dirt away, slowly piling it into a heap by the side. It took a while. Not like in the movies, where the main character digs up a grave in twenty minutes without breaking a sweat. You were exhausted by the end of the first half hour, and went back inside to finish your coffee. Then you went back at it again. Continued digging. You weren’t in a real hurry, it wouldn’t be a huge problem if you did it tomorrow, but you wanted it to be done today. It was important to you. If it worked. And you really, really hoped it would.

When it was finally done, you took one long look-- at her, and sat back, sweaty and aching.

You inhaled. Took a deep, long breath. And said the words.

Clearly, evenly, a steady, perfect spell. Just like you practiced. Just like Agatha was there beside you, watching your movements and giving you corrections.

You finished the first half.

“Agatha?” you asked into the breeze.

Nothing.

Then--

A whizz of movement from behind you, and her spectral form appeared, just the same as last time you’d seen her. It had been a few weeks.

You felt your throat tighten.

“Well, well.” she drawled, a smirk at her translucent lips. “Look who decided to finally summon me. Are you missing our lessons, dear?”

You looked at her. Took a breath. Nodded faintly. She was doing small talk. You didn’t think you had it in you to follow along.

“Good.” she said, “I’m glad to see at least someone was missing me.”

You looked away.

She watched you, still hovering a few feet away, and then sighed.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re still hung up on me being dead. I’m still here, darling, aren’t I? Still here to annoy you.”

You gave a weak smile. It didn’t reach your eyes.

“It’s not the same as being alive.”

“Yes, well we’ve passed that point. I got used to it, and so should you.”

“You’re still dead.” you said, more harshly than you’d have liked.

She waved a hand.

“No-- don’t do that, don’t pretend like—”

She disappeared. Reappeared behind you, said a soft boo into your ear.

You huffed and swatted at her, and your hand went straight through.

She grinned.

“What’s this now? Did I teach you to resort to violence, student mine?”

You gave her a look.

“Please stop teasing me and focus. I called you over for a reason.”

She tilted her head, and looked around. Her smirk faltered when she saw the body on the grass, her own body. She looked back up.

“Dabbling in necromancy now? I thought we agreed to save that for last.”

“Yeah, well I did some of my own research the past few weeks.”

She spoke with exaggerated emotion. “Oh joy. I’m in such good hands now.”

You closed your eyes.

“Agatha.”

“What?”

“I’m being serious.”

“Oh I can see that.” she said, floating over to look at her body. “You’ve been so busy… How long did it even take you to dig me up, hm? Hours? Days? You’re a bit lacking on the practical side of things.”

You wanted to throw something at her. You knew it wouldn’t work but that didn’t stop you from trying. You hit her with a pebble. It went straight through her robes and bounced off the shovel. She chuckled.

“You’re determined, I’ll give you that.”

“Would you just—” you were slowly losing your patience, “Just stop teasing me and listen. Please.”

She sighted deeply, and finally looked back up at you, expression a little more serious.

“Fine. What was so important that you had to—” she waved a hand around.

You knew she knew, but like yourself she wanted you to say it first. Outloud.

“I’m,” you paused, “we’re gonna bring you back.”

She raised a perfect, silvery brow, arms firmly crossed. “Are we now?”

You nodded. Tried to seem reassuring and firm. “Yes.”

She chuckled. “Great then. Let’s get weaving, I want to get this over with so you can have a piece of mind and I can run away before you get all miserable on me like last time.”

She gave you a pointed look. You swallowed. The last time you’d seen her had been quite a mess. Billy was there, and he had the front row seat to witnessing your tearful meltdown over your mentor being dead and not doing anything to fix it. Not even trying. Not once.

As if she simply didn’t... care.

But as much as that thought hurt, you cared. And you were going to show her.

You picked up the spellbook and lowered yourself on the grass a few feet away from her.

“When I finish reading this part you’re supposed to try and get- get back into—”

She let out a gruff chuckle. “You want me to try and possess my own body? Hun, I know you had some ideas that were out there but that is never going to work. There are rules—”

“I know the rules.” you said, firmer, “And I found the right spells, and if we do it correctly it won’t be-- it’ll be okay. Just trust me. Please. Just try.”

She sighed.

“Fine. But if you start crying when I stay all-- un fantasma after you speak your little part I will leave. If you want lessons you got em’ but I ain’t sticking around as your emotional support spirit guide or some other nonsense.”

You swallowed thickly. Pressed your lips together. Half of you felt how this was going to end. You couldn’t keep from crying if it didn’t work, and you knew it probably wouldn’t. But you had to try. You owed it to her, even if she didn’t believe in you.

“Fine.” you said, opening the book.

She watched you, and for a moment it seemed she was going to say something else, but she stayed silent. Just hovered around the yard, watching you, those blue eyes now even more piercing than before.

You inhaled. Exhaled. And started to read.

One part done. Spell. Movement. A charm. Another spell. Then--

You spoke the final bit of written words in a quick but clear ramble, and finally stopped.

You looked up at her. Gave her the go ahead. Nodded.

She did what you asked, begrudgingly floating over to her body and then sinking down, out of your sight until the tips of her glowing robes disappeared beneath the surface of the ground. You watched. No movement. Her chest wasn’t moving. Nothing stirred. Not a single sound came from her, or yourself. A flicker of magic glowed, flickered briefly, and then died out.

You held your breath, felt it stick in your throat.

“A-agatha?” you called out tentatively. Your voice sounded quiet and unsure in the calm of the afternoon. The sun was low in the sky, hiding behind bright clouds. You felt the anticipation and hope from earlier drain from you, slowly replaced with a hanging dread.

Had you--

What if it went wrong? Had you-- what if you accidentally banished her?

It would mean you’d never see her again, ghost or otherwise, at all, not ever. You felt your throat tighten. Tears pricked at your eyes, your vision slowly blurring.

No.

You hadn’t--

You couldn’t have--

“Agatha.” you said again, a bit louder this time. “Agatha, are you there? Please say something.”

Nothing.

“Agatha!” you yelled.

And still not a single sound. Birds were chirping quietly. The white picket fence gate creaked from the front yard. You felt your chest tighten with panic. Fear. Dread. Guilt. So much guilt. Had you ruined it? All of it?

You didn’t bother stifling the sob that slipped past your lips, a sort of half-whimper, half-plea of her name. You started to cry. The grass was cold and damp against your stained knees, your jeans half-covered in dirt and fresh earth, your face a sweaty mess of exhaustion and tears and loneliness.

You felt desperate. Alone.

So alone.

And then--

A loud, wheezing gasp, startling you so harshly that you literally jumped backwards, scooted with a flinch into the shovel behind you that sent you wincing. You blinked and tried to clear your blurry vision.

Agatha’s body was still in front of you, but it wasn’t just her body, she was--

You watched with wide, teary eyes as she sat up, coughing and spluttering and looking very much like she was ready to hex someone for disturbing her in the midst of a very pleasant, relaxing afternoon.

You blinked.

Watched her take a shuddering unsteady breath, then another one, then another. Your hands felt numb. Tingly. Your fingers moved on their own accord, as if to grasp- to reach for--

“A-agatha?” you managed out.

Silence.

Then-

“That was very unpleasant.”

You stared. Tried to keep in the tears.

She opened her mouth to speak, probably some sarcastic, teasing remark-- you scrambled to your feet so fast you nearly slipped and threw yourself at her in the tightest hug ever, clinging to every part of her you could reach, holding on for dear life.

“What in the—” she spluttered, winded, and tried to shrug you off of her, but you clung tightly. Didn’t let go. Didn’t dare to look up into her face, her finally colourful, alive face.

You kept crying.

Into her shirt. Pressed your head into her chest and inhaled through sobs, feeling the damp smell of freshly dug earth and a faint, very faint but there, whiff of her perfume. It just made you sob harder.

She tried once more to get you off of her but quickly realized it was hopeless and instead rested her arms gently on your back, pulling you a little closer.

You kept crying. “You’re alive—” you sobbed out, “you’re b-back-- please-- Ag—”

She held you tighter against her. Vaguely you felt her chin come to rest on your head, messing up your already disheveled hair and you felt her breath against the top of your head.

Her breath.

She was breathing.

“Alright, hun, I’m here.” she murmured hoarsely.

You couldn’t tell if the cracks in her voice were from held back emotion or being literally dead, but you didn’t care. She was talking to you. She was alive. So alive.

You sniffled against her sweater and felt her grumbling above you, something along the lines of ‘if you get snot on my shirt I swear I will—’ but you didn’t find it in you to care.

She was back.

You had her back.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, sobbing and sniffling and holding onto her like a lifeboat in the midst of stormy sea, but eventually you felt your tears slowly but surely slow.

You looked up. Raised your head just a little. Her face was slightly dirty and pale and she looked rarely fragile for a moment, but her gaze landed on your and she smiled.

Briefly.

You realized there were tears in her eyes too.

You sniffled, and finally spoke, in a shaky, trembling voice. “You’re back.”

“Seems so.” she said, and you could hear she was trying to sound nonchalant, but there was an undertone of genuine emotion in her voice, something thin and bittersweet and maybe long-forgotten.

“You’ll stay this time?” you murmured tearfully.

She nodded. “I will. No more dying for anyone. Not even for you.”

You just hugged her tighter. She huffed, mock-breathless, and muttered, “Easy there, toots, I just came back from the dead, I’m not planning on doing a return trip just yet. I need air now.”

You started crying again.

She sighed, lips tight. “Too soon?”

You nodded against her, your cheek against her chest. You could feel her heart beating, slowly, softly but surely, a steady heartbeat. You smiled.

“I thought I’d never get to hug you again.” you mumbled.

She scoffed, pulling away briskly and dusting off your shoulder.

“Now now, I know you missed me but let’s not get too sentimental here, hun.”

You smiled up at her. You didn’t realize you were still crying but she slowly wiped away the tears from your face with her sleeve, a move that made you want to burrow back into her arms and stay there forever.

“I missed you.”

“So you keep saying.”

“Cause I did. I missed hugging you.”

She looked...pained. Slightly uncomfortable. Like she hadn’t been expecting such a high amount of affection coming her way so soon. But still, you heard her say clearly,

“I... missed you too, pet.”

You smiled brightly. Sniffled. She huffed at your expression and tried to get up but just ended up stumbling back onto the ground.

“Now that I’m here and all I’m gonna need my legs, you know. Can’t float out of this astoundingly very tight hug.”

You didn’t budge.

You felt her sigh, a bit more like herself now already.

“Fine-- fine- see, five minutes go by and this is what I have to deal with? The clinging, the neediness-- what are you, an octopus?”

You chuckled through a stuffy nose.

She swatted the top of your head gently and you giggled at it, still not letting go.

“Alright, now, what do I have to do to get you off of me, huh? Can I bribe you?”

“….no?”

“Thought so. Why do you insist on being so difficult?” but there was no evident bite in her voice, and you could’ve sworn you saw her trying to hide her smile.

She nudged you. Then shoved you a little harder, then finally pulled you off of her while holding your arm and stood up, letting out a reluctant, exasperated sigh when you glued yourself right back to her, arms around her waist.

“Alright, kid, listen, I just rose from the grave—”

“Uh-huh.”

“I should at least shower.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m not taking you in the shower with me, get off.”

“Just one second more, please—”

She groaned but softly wrapped her arms around you.

“You really are something, you know that.”

“Yeah.”

She laughed. It sounded softer than you remembered.

“Yeah.” she echoed quietly, pressing her lips against your hair once more.

You felt the moment stretch.

“Come on, kiddo.” she spoke against your forehead. “Let’s go back inside." her hand found your own, "And I better not find that you made my house into some suburban, dainty—”

Suburban?

You thought about the mug that stood wrapped with a bow in your backpack, the card you'd brought with you, the one you bought and wrote in, and then erased the text five times before settling on the right words.

“It’s just dusty.” you said into her arm.

She huffed.

“I’ll be the judge of that. If I see one single live love laugh quote I’m going back to being a ghost and haunting your ass for all eternity. I’m not kidding.”

You laughed and wiped your eyes, pressed your face back into her sweater with a smile, and let her guide you both inside.

A/n: ....hey. so i just finished this, first off, i wrote this purely out of self indulgence but i really liked it and it's been a while since i felt confident about liking something i wrote this much so this was important to me. anyway. title is from Little Ghost by The White Stripes, and i'll be honest i do not know the song but when i saw the lyrics i thought of agatha at once. so... yeah. hope you liked this. a sorta part two will happen at some point. Also forgot to mention I def borrowed the phrase 'student mine' from one of my favorite ever fics of AAA, it's by @justaboot on ao3, and it is one of the best characterizations of Agatha and her dynamic with Billy- you should definitely go check it out if u want something good to read. have a wonderful day y'all. <3

Taglist 💜 @milflovers4 @senhorita-girassol @dandelions4us @kaymariesworld @ahintofchaos @atlasimagines

[mr-crawlings-wife]

Cat in the Rabbit Hole~

Prologue-1

Next part, Masterlist.

Warnings: Arson, ooc

There was a fire. A flame so bright and blue, it was all consuming.

All around me, I was surrounded. Woken up from my sleep. Disturbed and attacked.

It was hard to breathe. I tried moving away. Until I couldn't.

I was locked in some sort of box. The fire illuminating the darkness inside.

Coughing violently, I clutched my chest as smoke entered my body. Making it harder to breathe the more time flowed.

What- Is this...my execution?

....

Seems like Master Jinshi didn't honor my request.

How unfortunate. To be burned...

I tried flipping the pages of my memory. Even as the fire encapsulated the entirety of the front of my coffin.

Nothing.

How come I have no recollection of what I had done? All i remembered was walking towards father's house after picking herbs and on the way...there was a horse's loud gallop behind me...

I was about to accept my fate when the edges of my sleeves began to burn and the flames touched my skin and I was jolted out of my thoughts. I immediately patted it out.

It then occurred to me, that I was standing.

Since the coffin is upright and the lid is burning, maybe I can get out if I push-

The lid flew off.

And what greeted me was a... strange looking creature. It had gray fur, ears that had blue flames coming out of them, a forked tail and the most odd detail, it was standing on its hind legs and talking.

"Now to grab the goods..-What?! You ain't supposed to be awake!" The...cat shouted? It surprised me how... expressive it's face was.

This must've been the one that almost set me on fire..What the hell..

Immediately shoving past it, I made a run for it.

"HEY! WAIT- GIVE ME YOUR CLOTHES HUMAN! YOU AiN'T GIVEN ME YOUR CLOTHES-!" I could hear the padding of it's paws beating heavily on the ground. It was following me! I need to get out of here!!

As I turned over the corner, the vase I had just passed by got encased in flames.

"HEY GET BACK HERE YOU-"

"STOP FOLLOWING ME-!" I was too disoriented to focus on his words. My body was moving on its own accord. My legs carrying me anywhere. Somewhere. Nowhere.

I began to run in a zig zag pattern.

I ran through classrooms, courtyards, hallways. Every place shrouded in darkness. Making it harder for me to see as I seldom tripped on the edge of many somethings.

"YOU BETTER STOP NOW BEFORE I TURN YOU TO TOAST, HUMAN! I WAS BEING KIND BUT NOT ANYMORE!"

It was starting to get breezy as I had come to realize that this creature was quite bad at aiming. My panic lessening as I could feel myself formulating a plan.

That was until I ran into a library. My face slamming into the hard cover of an old dusty book.

What was it doing mid air?

I fell on my butt and right then, the creature arrived. Blocking my only escape as I'd come to realize that this was a dead end.

Just my luck.

"Heh! You're so stupid! Foolish human! Did you really think you could slip away from ME? The GREAT Grim?? Myahhahha!"

I looked over my shoulder at the howling creature as it puffed its chest out in moment of self gloating.

I huffed and puffed, sucking in air desperately. Too breathless to speak. As a slight wetness touched my top lip. Blood..

So Grim huh...

This feels like a dream.. but hurts like reality.

I watched as it continued to blabber on about its greatness. Glancing down, I took notice that 'it' was a he.

He seemed to notice.

"WHAT are you looking at? HUH??" He sounded embarrassed. "Now unless you want to be burnt to a crisp, take that off-“ why does he want me to strip....

Am I....did I accidentally ingest a red cap?

My heart was beating in my throat, making me nauseous.

He seemed pissed off by my lack of response.

As he was about to throw another fireball, I finally was able to calm my breathing.

"What- why are you doing this?“

He seemed enraged at my question. "why am I doing this?? Have I not made myself CRYSTAL CLEAR yet?? How many times have I told you that I want your clothes?? God humans are such dimwits!“ he had his paws on his..hips? As he yelled, frustrated by me.

So that's all he wanted? Just my clothes?

I looked down at my body and was surprised to see myself adorned in different clothes than my usual aoqun hanfu. This robe with it's dark violet base and gold threading was luxurious. Silk perhaps? But it felt cheaper than the kind Lady Gyokuyou adorned herself with. Still seemed like it'd sell for a pretty penny. Would they execute a commoner dressed like this?

It occurred to me that I had clothes underneath too.

Well then I guess this robe isn't needed anymore.

I took it off. Sliding it off my shoulders as Grim cheered and extended his paw out. "Give it up! Myash! Finally! What was the point of all this chasing??“

I was still wearing my hanfu under it. I felt glad. At least I don't have to escape through whatever this place is half naked.

I handed it to him. Desperate to get him off my metaphorical tail.

He took it and grinned widely.

Huh....the thing looked... almost sweet.

"Hahaha! Thanks!" He quickly adorned it. Frowning when it didn't fit him. The hood too big, hiding his entire face and the waist dragging against the floor. I didn't pay much mind as I stood and began to look around. Swiping at the slow flowing blood trickling out of my nose.

"Damnit! It doesn't fit me at all!" He stomped his foot a few times on the tiles before lighting up and raising a finger in the air. As if an idea had struck him. How comical.

At this point I'd walked past him and towards the door.

I watched as he burned off the edges until the trim was just at his feet and the hood just above his nose. He cheered, and then rushed past me. Down the hallway he went, the same one he had chased me through. "See ya later dimwit!“

I sighed.

What am I to do now? Where is this place? It's definitely not the rear palace or the outer court.

I touched a floating book. Moving it away from my face.

The architecture was very western. Like the land of those foreign envoys..

Whatever... Let's find an exit first.

As I turned around-

I bumped into someone.

"My, are you the lost student?" The person was adorning a beak like mask, his primary colours being violet, black and gold. His cane even had a gold bird on it. His attire was a weird clash between ravens, mirrors and keys.

"Yes sir?“ I was unsure of what honorifics to use with him.

Gold... he's rich.

To summarise, he looked a bit gaudy.

"well your lack of robes suggests otherwise..." He stroked his chin with his clawed- WAIT! Those finger coverings! Those are only permissible for matriarchs and ladies of the highest standing! Then...is he a...woman? But his heavy baritone suggests otherwise...

An eunuch maybe? But they're not allowed to wear those- "WHA- GREAT SEVENS!"

He seemed to have taken notice of the burnt scraps Grim had left. Rushing over, he knelt on the ashes and brought the scraps up to his face. Letting his tears soak into them. "GREAT SEVENS! TO HAVE THE PRECIOUS CEREMONIAL ROBES OF OUR ESTEEMED ACADEMIA BE DISRESPECTED LIKE THIS! HOW BLASPHEMOUS!....*SOB*....HOW COULD THEY??“

I'm dead now for sure...

"YOU!“ He lifted his tearful gaze at me, morphing into a glare.

I immediately dropped to my knees on floor and planted my forehead on the tiles. Mustering the most innocent sounding tone I could, "A monster in gray desired said robe sir...I had no choice but to hand it over...I was not in a position to bargain...those scraps are the results of its attempt at resizing. I apologize for being unable to stop it."

"My oh my! Child stand! No need to bow!“ there was clear mirth in his tone.

As I sat up again, I noticed that he had a look of delighted surprise on his features. Maybe he wasn't of high standing after all if he didn't receive bows often.......

"Anywho!" He stood up and with the snap of a finger, the ashes sticking to his knees and on the floor disappeared.

Yep...magic..

"That confirms your identity as a student! Let us be on your way! We must make haste!“ he rushed off down the hall before I could respond.

Guess I have no choice....

I followed after him.

[thetxtdevil]

The Bat and the Wolf

Vampire Beomgyu x Werewolf Reader

summary: You just celebrated becoming a full fledged adult wolf. Spending a few nights with Beomgyu causes your wolf to come out.

content: smut, best friends to lovers, vampire/dom gyu, werewolf/sub fem.reader, heat sex, breeding kink, praising, missionary, mention of doggy style, a lot of sweat and blood sucking, let me know if i'm missing anything

word count: 2.7k

running with the wolfs,

in the dead of night, gusty breeze flies through the thick fur of the giant cainines, one tiny vampire bat flutters above them following the pack on their journey. the journey being a sweet meadow, a perfect place to curl up for the night.

the pack of gray wolves start to change, bulky bodies turn into smaller human ones, fur vanishing from their skin. the little bat on top flutters in circles quickly landing on the ground transforming into a man. one female werewolf walks up to the vampire, stopping to look at him.

"a little messy tonight aren't we?" you giggle at the vampire's dried bloody lips.

"yeah i was running late, i had to take a small drink before i lost you" beomgyu says while rubbing his thumb on his lips.

"well, i'm glad you made it" you say as you walk back to your pack.

beomgyu has known you for awhile ever since you were older pup. he's become accustomed to the werewolf world, always intrigued by their nomadic lifestyle. beomgyu walking into your circle of the pack with open arms, he smiles and looks at you. you were being nonchalant but you were grateful for your families acceptance of the vampire.

✥✥✥

you met on a foggy day, the land was so thick with clouds a vampire could go out with the sun out and not get burnt and thats what beomgyu did. recently learning a new power of his, he swooshes through the black forest trees in his bat form. zooming, zig-zag patterns around the tall pines, he soon becomes tired. with his bat claws, he latched onto a branch, looking at the world upside-down until his eyes closed.

pointed ears twitched by the snapping of twigs. beomgyu ignored it until he heard the whimpers of a wolf. gyu opens his little bat eyes, clawing at the branch so he can see right-side up. there it was, the source of noises, a not so fully grown wolf, shiny silver fur tarnished by specks of mud. the head of the wolf was low, sniffing the path, looking up every once in a while obviously trying to find their way. beomgyu studies the wolf, intrigued by the personified movements it made. de-clawing the branch, gyu drops from the tree landing as his vampire self. silently walking towards the lost wolf, snap, gyu winces at the sound as the wolf turns around and growls at him.

"i'm sorry, sorry" gyu raises his hand in surrender.

your wolf stopped, looking at the flinched man. his long lashes brushed his cheeks as he squints, his teeth shown a set of long vampire teeth. your wolf head tilts making your perked ears flop to one side to the other. if this was a feral vampire wouldn’t he already attack me instead of flinching like a dork? you thought to yourself. beomgyu unravels himself from his cautious state looking at the hesitant puppy. he couldn't help himself but to crouch down reaching his hand towards you. even your wolf eyes showed signs of judgment.

"are you lost?" gyu asks "my name is beomgyu, i'm friendly i promise" he smiles barring his sharp fangs to you again.

"can i pet you?" he asks

you moved closer to him, he finally touches the silky fur of yours, satisfied with the softness. you smirk to yourself, finally deciding to change into your human form.

"if only i get to touch your long pretty hair" you say, close to his face, noses barely touching. gyu silently screams and falls on his ass. you laugh at him, standing up and grab his hand to pull the vampire up from the ground. gyu now has gotten a good view of your human form, finding similarities in your eyes and your wolf's eyes.

"unfortunately i am lost, but i'm happy to have a companion" your small smile fills the vampire's non-pumping heart. he nods bashfully and walks with you.

✥✥✥

it's safe to say that you guys became best friends from that day, so your disappointment was valid when your pack decided to have your birthday party during daylight. you pout as your mom goes wild preparing your party.

"mom you know beomgyu can't stand in the sun why did it have to be during the day?"

"y/n this is a very important milestone for your wolf so a lot of your family is coming and they probably don't want to travel back home all night"

today was the day when you celebrate your birthday and your wolf celebrated adulthood. you shake at the fact that you were getting older. even more so for the fact that you're going to start your heats. the horror stories you've heard, when you don't have a partner to help you along through the aching days. you feared the day it would come because you had no one.

even though beomgyu wasn't there to make you laugh and make fun of you in your party hat, you had a good time. later that night, as the party settled and your extended family left, you relaxed by the fire with an empty plate where your cake used to be. you look out in the distance, everything glowed by the crescent moon, surrounded by trees that swayed by a comforting wind. then you spotted something, a figure of the night. you look over to your mom and tell her that you’re gone for the night.

you walk up to the shadowy figure with a small smile knowing who it is. finally arriving at the start of the forest, you look behind a tree. no was there, maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. am i missing gyu that much? suddenly your feel a shocking poke on your sides making you jump. turning around you see the toothy grin of the handsome vampire.

"don't scare me like that" you say while you hit him.

"sorry, but you're too easy" gyu says rubbing the spot you hit him "i was thinking of taking the birthday girl to the old cabin by the algae lake since i couldn't be with you today."

you smile, agreeing with his plans, but you had a gut feeling that you should stray far. beomgyu pouts at your hesitation, there was no way you could say no to his cute pout. you roll your eyes saying "yes" and he drags you through the woods. the cabin was like your guys' grownup version of a tree house. the wooden shelter was run down, mold and insect infested when you first found it on your hikes. the two of you decided to make it your fixer-upper making it yours.

arriving to the algae lake, you were in awe to see already lit tiki torches that lead the way to the cabin's entrance. beomgyu held your hand like you were a princess leading you to the cabin. inside was a lit up fireplace and a nest of blankets. you squeak at the sight instantly diving into the plush softness. gyu gets your attention by shaking bags of your favorite chips, you look over as he shows you a table full of your favorite snacks.

wow i really am getting the princess treatment

✥✥✥

you wake up the next morning with a pounding headache, you're not feeling good. rubbing your eyes you look over to gyu on your shared bed. he was reading in the dark seeming relaxed. your faint illness made you want physical touch, you snake your hand for gyu's hand and he accepts it. cuddled up, you were grateful for his cold temperature it felt nice against your burning one.

after a while you decided that it would be best to get ready for the day. face washed, fully clothed, with a coffee in your hand you sat on a chair on the cabin's porch enjoying the musky scent of wood. closing your eyes, you begin to daydream, what would vampire/werewolf mixed children look like? more specifically what they would look like with gyu's facial features. maybe one would have his handsome round features adorned with his signature wolf-cut matching your wolf side and the other one would have your plush cheeks that would scrunch up their eyes hiding their red irises.

fantasy cut short when you got a whiff of the vampire's rose scent. you look through the screen door of the cabin to see beomgyu lurking trying to stay out of the sun's rays. you smile at the clingy man, looking down at you empty mug, maybe it's time to go back inside.

back inside of the cabin, you sit on the couch having music playing in the background. gyu's head laying on your lap, you watch him as he talked, watching his prominent adams apple move, and his lips curving into a smile when he was recalling a story about his clan. you played with his hands noting every bulging vein and how long his fingers were. has his hands always looked this enticing? before you knew it the sun faded away causing the house to get cold. oh how badly to wanted to get closer to the vampire. your ill feeling hasn't lightened up, in fact, it has gotten worse. you have a burning sensation in your throat, even though you felt like you should lay down you also felt restless. you tell gyu that you were going to take a shower hoping it will make you feel better. walking away, the vampire stares lasers into you. he knew something was off, he could smell you so clearly.

✥✥✥

heat rushes through your body, thighs rubbing together, your cunt aching, breasts hurt. you moan yourself out of sleep, launching your back off the bed. you sat there drenched in sweat, you whimper at the sensation, splaying your hand on beomgyu's side of the bed looking for the vampire. gyu was gone and worry bubbles up in your mind. you felt lonely, even though you have the power and knowlege to easily get out of the woods, you don't think you were in the right mindset for that right now.

light sounds of footsteps come closer showing gyu with a big bottle of filtered water.

"hey, y/n you were whining and twisting a lot in your sleep, is something wrong?"

you aggressively tore the bottle out of his hands, thanking him, and then gulping it down in one breathe. the vampire lays on his side next to you watching you in worry. still thankful for his kindness you grab his face and smash your lips against his. beomgyu had no complaints, he honestly been wanting to do this, however he never thought you'd be in this condition. beomgyu deepens the kiss as you went ahead and straddle his hips. sloppily making out, you didn't realize that your soaked cunt was grinding on him so hard there was a wet spot forming on his trousers.

you part yourself from him "sorry i-" gyu's big rosewood orbs stares at you "i think i'm in heat..."

gyu knowing somethings since being friends with you, he understands what you mean by being "in heat." thinking of all those times your werewolf brothers would brag about their bitch in heat. he never understood the pleasure that came from a wolf to be so needy and hot until he looks at you in this moment. you were always beautiful to beomgyu but now you were glistening in sweat, as your hair sticked on your face making curl designs, framing your scrunch up eyebrows above your big round eyes. your boobs looked perkier than usual, and the way your legs straddled him, and your scent. your scent was so strong it made his eye roll into his head making gyu think you were made for him.

"i'll give you what you need only if you let me have what i need..." beomgyu smirks.

"anything PLEASE i neeeeed you" you've become needier and needier by the second, humping gyu without a care.

the vampire lays you down, stripping you away from your clothes "i didn't specify what i needed" he bends down to your ear "i'd like to feed from you"

you shiver from his breathe brushing against your skin and aggressively nod.

"will you agree to anything i say?" the vampire chuckles.

you moan at the feeling of his knee slightly against your cunt. you nod furiously, beomgyu's eyes widen when you wrap your hands around his head just to push his face to your neck. the vampire was stunned by your willingness, all those times he has asked to sink his teeth into you, you'd flee. round nose grazing the column of your sweaty neck, gyu shivered at how vulnerable you were right now.

a few licks here and there, he stretches his mouth open. you were already a whining mess, but right as you felt beomgyu's sharp fangs dig into your flesh you screamed in pleasure. you didn't know that the pain from a bloodsucking would balance the pain of your heat. while engulfing your blood, gyu massages your sore boobs causing you to lift your hips into him.

"gyu just breed me already"

beomgyu retracts his fangs from you, stripping off his sweats. thinking to himself that he's never really considered you a domestic type but he shivered at the thought of you carrying his baby wolfbats. freeing his cock, he watches you eyes locked, you spread your legs further apart. your pussy lips shining from a great amount of juices, your hole clenching around nothing welcoming anything to be stuffed into you. gyu licks his lips, pumping his dick a few times before inserting himself into you.

it felt like fireworks were going off in your heated mind "f-feels s'good"

clawing your long nails into beomgyu's lower back to have him go deeper inside you. the vampire grunts at how amazing your cunt feels around him, he felt like your horny mind was spreading onto him. he couldn't get enough of the arousing sensations of your gummy walls, the sounds of your moans and bodies slapping against one another. kissing your shoulder a few times he gives into your scent again biting and sucking your shoulder. the pain and pleasure fuels you, the heat has taken over your vision and awareness. all you know that you were feeling good being filled up.

"cum inside"

beomgyu licking the blood off your shoulder, he moves his hand to your clit rubbing it, determined to have you cum with him. millions of pleasurable "yes" fly out of your mouth. your back arched as you came, in return having gyu letting his seed fill you up. your back plops back into the bed, laying there breathless. you look into his red eyes and his long hair sticking to his sweaty skin. gyu witnesses your simple state change as your pupils dilated and breathing from shallow to a fast rate along with hearing your heart pounding so fast he thought you may explode.

"need you again"

"alright, but i'm going to have you turn over this time"

you kneel up to get into beomgyu's face, kiss and smirk at him before you twist your body bending down. ass in gyu's face you wiggle it in front of him. if vampires could die you would be his cause of death.

✥✥✥

after three days of no-stop sex, your wolf was finally satisfied with the full load you had in your belly. you laid there in the messy bed desperately in need for a wash with a small smile on your face and rubbing your tummy. a shirtless vampire, showing off his faded back scratches, enters the room smiling at your contentment,

"you need a shower or bath or something... you look like shit"

your best friend always knew what to say. you lift your torso up and look at him with your infamous puppy eyes, "can you help me, i don't think my legs will allow me to get up"

beomgyu chuckles as he walks towards, kneeling in front of you between your legs. massaging the weak limbs, he gives you sweet pecks on the lips. your fingers brush his long hair to expose more of his face,

"thank you for a great birthday"

✤✣✤

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[megistusdiary]

you..... got me shaking at the mention of supernatural creatures.......

i know it's done and over but... werewolf!wriothesley, with his big fluffy ears masquerading as his hair, sharp pointy fangs that he tells you is just for aesthetics, big strong meaty arms that can pin you down whenever the two of you would have some play time (you don't know why he really likes hunting you down in his forestry backyard but you have to admit the adrenaline from that was oh so good)

but he doesn't really explain the tail.

so in a full-moon when his instincts are the most sensitive, his senses zeroing on you, his heat at an all time high... 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

werewolf wriothesley

werewolf!wriothesley x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns reader)

warnings: smut (mdni), hunting kink(?), werewolf wrio, fucking in the woods, cunnilingus, fellatio, penetration, riding, knotting

your breaths came out in soft pants, each step taken clumsily as leaves crushed beneath your boots. you couldn't help the quiet laughter pouring from your lips as you glanced behind you, scanning the trees and slowly darkening sky.

he was watching you, chasing you, but always staying one step behind. allowing you to think you were oh so clever with your zig-zag patterns of running and sneaky faux footprints in the mud.

he watched as you stopped, just like a curious little bunny to lean against the tree and look up at the stars. your chest heaved as you caught your breath, only to be cut off by a yelp when a hand covered your mouth and wriothesley dragged you out from behind the tree.

"got you." he grins from behind you. his tail swings madly behind him, thwacking your leg as his nose trails up your cheek. he can feel you shiver as he lets go, instead squeezing your cheeks and tugging your jaw to face him.

you look so cute in the rather clunky (and protective) boots and outer baggy clothes he had you wear. even if he so desperately wanted to chase you around in nothing at all, he knew you were soft, your skin was delicate, soles not made to tread bare on earth.

he tugged the clothing right off of you, hearing your surprised gasps now that your mouth was free. your face felt hot as he slid his jacket onto you, purposefully leaving it unzipped to expose you while protecting your back from the harsh tree bark.

he all but tore your undergarments off, falling to his knees as he inhaled deeply against your pussy. your thighs instinctively tried to close, and he used minimal force to push them back open.

his hands covered your thighs, pulling them up to rest on his shoulders as he supported your weight. your hands slid into his hair, gripping the strands out of embarrassment as he looked up at you. he almost looked like a sweet puppy.

that was until he leaned in to lick a long, fat stripe up your cunt. your chest arched up instinctively, thighs clenching around his head. his sharp nails dug into the skin of your thighs as he practically pulled your hips to fuck his tongue. he slid your pussy up and down his tongue, wiggling it into your hole, groaning at how you clenched on his tongue.

"so good for me, sweetheart." he mumbles, leaning back to spit on your pussy before using the wetness to circle your clit. when he feels your thighs start to shake he grins wildly. "gonna come for me, huh?" he asks.

your grip grows soft on his hair, clumsily rubbing at the bases of his ears, and he groans, sucking your clit harder until you finally come on his tongue. he can't help his excitement, tail wagging as he maneuvers you both to the ground.

he lays on the ground first, letting you sit propped up on his abdomen. you look so small on him like this, still shaking from your orgasm and he gently tugs his jacket off of you, tossing it to the side and nudging your hands to his belt.

you undo the leather and pull his pants just enough to free his cock. he's completely swollen and red, hips jutting up. "shit... come on, pretty girl..." he urges, whining lowly.

you lean down, moving any stray hairs away as you lick at his tip. your mouth opens wider, trying your best to accommodate him as you take him slowly.

it takes all of his patience not to push you further and fuck your throat, his hands clenching as you take your sweet time. the minute he decides his dick is wet enough, he pulls you off roughly, situating you in the perfect position to ride him.

"go on, good girl, so good-" he groans as you slowly sink down. his nails dig into your skin while his other hand rubs messy circles into your clit to ease the stretch.

"wrio... it's... too much-" you whimper so sweetly, it makes him almost feel bad.

almost.

"i know, baby, i know. you can take me though, yeah? you're my good girl... need to fill you up so bad." he pushes his hips up and you nearly lose your balance, and he laughs. his fingers dig into your hips, gently pushing you further down until your pelvis meets his, and your head falls forward.

he's practically white-knuckling your hips now, little thrusts here and there as your pussy practically suffocates him. he can hear how wet you are, all from the thrill of the chase.

"i think you're just as dirty as i am, sweetheart." he grins, lightly pinching your clit before he takes the liberty to bounce you up and down. he can't get enough of your soft whines, the view of your body, unobstructed by any clothing.

your eyes might not adjust well to the dark, but he sees everything just fine. his ears twitch with every sweet little moan you make, tail wiggling around as he fucks you faster and faster.

"close... close, wrio." you warn and he nods, rubbing your clit for you.

"can you- fuck- think you can take my knot, sweetheart?" he asks, and in your little haze, you nod enthusiastically, feeling it knock against your cunt.

"need it- i can take it... please." you plead, body falling forward a little.

he continues to push the limits, fucking you deeper until he shoves his knot inside. he rubs your clit as fast as he can, pressing deeper as you shake, releasing at the same time he fills you up.

your body is limp, held upright by his hands until he pulls you down. he smooths a hand down your back as you rest on his chest while he lulls you to sleep, promising he will carry you home safely.

[dogfrnk]

Bunny Frank as this Bunny Cocker Spaniel

You can thank a Cocker Spaniel for the non-slip grip on the bottom of your shoes! After seeing his dog run on ice, Paul Sperry curiously inspected his dogs paws to better understand how he didn't slip. Seeing the parallel divets in the skin, he designed the zig zag pattern seen on the sole of many shoes to this day.

[sexlapis]

𖤓 SUN BEAMS & PALM TREES

── .✦ nanami x female!reader

ns4w, pure smut, one shot, clit stimulation, PiV, oral sex (m receiving), possessive behaviour, praise, teasing, slight degradation, reader is wearing a micro bikini

⤷ you and nanami are on vacation, so you take the chance to show him your new bikini.

. wc: 3.8k

a/n: i want him to eat me. also i’m missing summer. just a little bit. this is kinda dirty.

masterlists

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In the month of May, days of tedious paperwork, sleepless nights, grey clouds, packaged food and chilly weather, are temporarily replaced with hot sun, clear, cloudless, pure azure skies, dinners and desserts cooked for hours to perfection, sand clinging and stuck on bare feet and in between toes, sharp tan lines, and warm midnights of dreams and peace.

Vacations this long were rare for you and Nanami, so you both decided to cherish it and make the most of it.

You two had been so busy with your lives. Work, family, friends. All the inevitable challenges of adulthood emerge on the regular. That one must go trudge through like they do a thick swap of mud, like swimming in the beast of a rageful ocean fueled by the anger of Poseidon.

But when one makes it past such difficulties, the rewards can be fruitful. Even with the scars.

Quite like they are now.

You lay on a beach chair. The drooping leaves of a large palm tree protect your skin from that diamond of a sun for the most part, only a few beams sneaking through the rips in the leaf and creating a zig-zag pattern of shadow against your abdomen.

Nanami’s beach chair had already been set up for him, courtesy of you. His sun cap, a bottle of water and a new piece of literature he had been reading were all placed on his chair, with your big beach bag filled to the brim on yours.

For the first time in months, the only thing on your mind is pleasure.

Pleasure in the sun. Pleasure while you rest. Pleasure in relaxing in the fine shade.

And, most of all, pleasure in anticipation of the upcoming reaction from Nanami because of your new bikini.

If you could even call it that.

You donned a micro bikini. And gosh, did it put the micro in micro bikini.

It was a flimsy, tiny thing. One that could come apart with one light tug.

Rose-shaped crocheting concealed just your nipples and areolas, leaving very little to the imagination. On the lower part of your body, you wear a thin, string thong. A second crocheted rose decorates the thong at the small of your back. And last but not least, a final rose, embroidered into a choker, adorns your neck snugly.

You’re an art piece.

“_____! Why did you run off…”

Nanami trails off when he acknowledges what you’re wearing with his eyes, now comically wide. It's rare that you shock Nanami, stoic and calm Nanami, like he is now.

Umber eyes trail from the little fabric curved around your pretty neck, down to the little fabric over your sensitive nipples, down to the little fabric covering your intimate area.

To him, you were otherworldly. You were an angel on a beach of mortals. Venus reborn. Ethereal you were as you lay on the chair in your micro bikini with your eyes closed and your body shimmering like gold in the light.

“Hi, Kento.” You greet him, your eyes still closed and expression tranquil. “‘Thought you’d never show up.”

Nanami doesn’t respond for a moment.

Then he clears his throat. “I would’ve been here sooner if you didn’t rush off…Or if I had known you were going to be wearing that.”

A short giggle leaves you.

He was so predictable.

“It’s new. Do you like it?” You look down at yourself. You lift your hands and begin to gently outline the shape of your bikini top with your fingers. You feel your nipples harden underneath them.

“You look…lovely.”

You bit your lip. “Come sit down.”

He obeys with no hesitation.

Nanami strides around your chair and items, removing his things and sitting down on his chair, laying back, resting the back of his head on his bent arm. He picks up his book before looking at you.

And your little bikini.

You peer one eye open again.

“Let’s just relax for a little bit first. Okay?”

His jaw clenches. Licks his lips.

“Yeah, of course. I can admire the view.”

You hum.

The sounds of the beach - the powerful crash of the waves sounded so soothing in your ears, the cool breeze brushing through vast leaves of trees, the angelic cry of exotic and rare songbird - they all flowed through your body, through your mind, and all painful memories of the past, all your grievances and heartaches, for just a moment, flowed away with it.

Many minutes later, when you are on the brink of sleep, a hand is suddenly on your chest.

Your eyes snap open.

Nanami’s hand is on your breast.

He doesn’t look away from his book. Still seemingly engrossed in his reading as he circles the perimeter of your bikini top.

A sigh escapes your mouth at his touch.

Nanami’s hands haven’t been on you all day. And you need them all over you.

Your head tilts back involuntarily and your thighs fall open as he trails his hands down the softness of your torso, eliciting goosebumps in his wake. A quiver tickled your lower body.

A calloused, broad hand made its way down to the pathetic excuse of a bikini thong. He slowed down as he reached the front of your already damp thong. With his ring and middle finger, Nanami cups the outside of your thong softly.

Whimpering, desperate and in need of some real attention, you lift up your bikini top, exposing your breasts to Nanami and the whole beach.

One short gust of wind followers soon after, making your nipples and the skin around them crease with tautness.

Finally, Nanami looks your way.

“Ah…” He gulps, licking his lips again. “Look at them. The little ones are out…”

Nanami cuts his teasing short and decides, for once, to give into temptation and instant gratification.

That instant gratification comes when he sits up from his chair, removes his hand from your cunt, scoots toward you, leans down and curls his lips around one of your hard nipples.

What escapes you is a mix between a loud groan and a sigh of relief.

Nanami’s wet, soft mouth felt so good on your dry, erect nipples. He swirled his tongue around it, nibbled his teeth on it, and sucked his lips around it, pulling the pert flesh into his mouth. He raises his left hand to your lonely breast, caressing the mound in his rough hand, fondling and groping it like he does to the dough when he bakes. With expertise, experience, practice and precision.

“Kento..” His name leaves your lips like a prayer. Your own hand finds his blond locks, curling your fingers around them tightly and arching your back and chest into his eager mouth.

You feel him groan and smirk and the sound rumbles through your already trembling body.

It hasn’t even been five minutes and Nanami has managed to break you down, turning you into a shaky mess of desire and lust.

He moves onto your other breast, giving her an equal amount of attention too. You shift your body, giving him more access to your breasts. And he feasts on them gladly, leaving a watercolour painting of his. saliva all along your nipples and chest. It twinkles in the sunlight and you feel like his own work of art.

While one of his hands is on your waist, the other is once again travelling down to your now dripping cunt.

It’s not very difficult to get you wet, is it?

His fingertips gently run over your slit that is still covered by your thong. The minstations of his fingers make you bloom, like a flower, a rose, and the delicate fabric of your thong molds into the shape of your slick folds.

Your teeth chew on your lip as he plays you like his most prized and precious instrument, one that is most treasured and used.

Nanami nuzzles his face and nose from your soaked chest to your jawline, planting kisses along the contours of your face.

“Ah, fuck, baby. You’re already so wet.” He states, in awe of your body’s reactions. He now focuses his attention on your nub, punching a gasp out of you. He draws slow circles around it. “Did wearing this slutty little bikini really get you so worked up?”

Nanami gives a bite to where your jaw and neck connect.

You wheeze.

“No-no…it was-it was wearing it for you that got me like this.”

You almost feel embarrassed to admit it. That even thinking of your husband being aroused by you makes you aroused in turn. Just the thought of him seeing you in this bikini and reacting the way you knew he would was enough to get you hot and bothered. Let alone it actually happening.

“Oh, sweetheart…” Nanami breathes out. The pace of his fingers speeds up, the wetness building up behind your thong, making his movements smoother. He kisses the corner of your lips as you pant and look at him. “You’re so sweet.”

His lips drag from the corner of yours and then he’s covering them with his own. Nanami takes advantage of your open mouth, slipping his tongue inside. The way he eases it in unexpectedly makes you whimper again, and he devours your sounds greedily, biting, licking and pecking at your now puffy lips.

Pressure builds deep inside you stomach, inside your cunt, tightening and tightening like a silk knot tied around your most intimate parts.

“Oh, yes. Yes, you’re so close…Here-“” He manoeuvres you a bit, lifting one leg up on the chair and leaving the other on the ground, making you all spread out just for him. The new angle reveals more of your clit to his fingers, making you sigh languidly. “There…that should do it. Cum for me, baby.”

It does.

The new angle and the expert movement of his fingers of your sensitive pussy make you burst, exploding as you groan through your first orgasm, gratating yourself on his two fingers.

You can hear the quiet sluch, sluch, sluch of your cunt as he rubs you through your breathtaking high, your legs twitching open and closed as you travel through a brief heaven on earth.

“Hmm…that’s just what I wanted…” Nanami tells you. “For you to be a mess from just my fingers. And now a mess on my cock as well.”

He slows down his circles of your clit and removes his fingers after one full rub of your slit. Nanami raises his damp fingers to his mouth and laps your juices off his fingers, tasting all of you that seeped right through your thong.

Nanami groans. “I just love the way you taste, baby.”

Heat rushes up from your abdomen to your cheeks, making you hot. And it’s not from the sun.

It’s the shamelessness of his actions and how he expresses how much he, essentially, wants to consume you. All of you. Every damn inch of you. And that fact makes you lose just a tiny bit of your sanity every time you remember it.

Abruptly, Nanami stands up. His crotch is right in front of your face when he shrugs down his swimming trunks, showing you his hard, swollen dick.

He spits in his hand and uses it to slowly stroke himself up and down. You peer up at him as he looks down at you fondly, stroking your cheek with his free hand.

“Look what you did to me.” He tells you, looking down at his length then back at you. “This is all you, sweetheart. All of it.”

You exhale deeply, unaware that you had even been holding your breath.

His eyes, his dark, beautiful brown eyes held you in place with you stare alone. You were stuck there, limp, chained by his gaze, both tender and hard, both pure and lustful. And you did not want to be set free.

A thumb swipes at your bottom lip, pulls at the plump skin and then makes its way into your pleading mouth.

You close your eyes for a short time, relishing in having something in your mouth and then you suck on his thumb and swirl your tongue around it once.

You loved to have his fingers in your mouth.

Nanami smiles so softly at you, eyes crinkling in the corners.

“Here, baby,” he removes his thumb from your mouth and, to your strong approval, replaces it with the tip of his cock, “it’s all for you…”

Thick, long, red and hard.

Your eyelids dip and your eyes roll into the back of your head at the weight and feel of him in your mouth. Full. Overwhelming.

You moan.

Nanami tips his head back. He strokes your hair as you begin to carefully bop your head up and down along the span of your glorious cock.

His dick was perfect. Curved. Wide and girthy. Not too long. It was just right.

Everything about Nanami was perfect.

And he felt the same way about you.

“Oh, yes baby. Shit.” He curses harshly when you pull back and only suckle on his tip. Salty, sticky precum pooled on your velvet tongue as you lolled it on the underside of his tip, catching all of the leaking stream you could before taking him into your mouth once again.

You look up at him with your glossy, doe eyes, framed by your feathered eyelashes. The look you gave him, like you were all he ever wanted made him pull out of your mouth with a swiftness.

It almost made him finish far too quickly.

You laugh. Despite his strength, composure and astuteness, one of his weaknesses includes your mouth.

You collapse back onto the chair, grinning at Nanami as he tries to catch his breath after his almost-orgasm. You're still wet, even more so from seeing him nearly reach his peak so easily.

“‘There something funny?”

Nanami is on top of you in a flash, straddling the chair and grasping both of your wrists in his hands, the weight of him causing the beach chair to wobble and creak a little. You squeal.

“Ken!” You hiccup at the sudden movements that leave you winded and mesmerised.

At this time, with him pinning you down, you take the moment to admire him. His thin, jewelled eyes, the taffy blush which appears over his nose and cheeks, the height of his cheekbones, the single strand of hair that dangled in front of his forehead.

Adonis personified.

“Let me see her again.”

The question of ‘who?’ died in your throat as soon as it came to life when you realise he isn’t talking about a person. But your cunt.

His refuses to take his eyes off of you, so you succumb and almost shyly, do as he says.

You spread your legs for him. He fits in between them like a piece of a puzzle, slotting together so smoothly like you were created for one another.

He hooks two fingers at the front of your thong and pulls before letting it slap back onto your folds. You let out a yelp.

Nanami soothes you before you can complain, pulling your thong to the side and revealing yourself.

It shines with your own wetness, glimmering in the occasional flickers of sunlight, enveloped with small hairs that glisten with gossamers of your nectar.

“Stop looking at it, you weirdo.”

Your words snatch him out of his little trance.

“I’m sorry.” He replies, smirking and not sounding apologetic in the least. “I just think it’s nice.”

“I just think it’d be nicer with a dick inside.”

“Don’t push me.” You stick your tongue out and he simply kisses it instead.

Any words you were to speak and any thoughts that were to form all dissipate into dust, insignificant as the sand below you when he eased himself into your puffy pussy, slow and effortless in motion. Luckily, there is little to no resistance on your end.

As always, he fills you up so smoothly.

But it feels different now. Now that you’re both on your own, miles and miles away from the hardships back home. Just you and him alone. Nobody else to pester, criticise or judge the two of you. The only concerns you have now are how you clean the pesky sand from your shoes and feet and how to treat Nanami’s inevitable sunburn when you get back to your five-star hotel.

Limber and pliant underneath him is what you are when he rests the majority of his weight on you. He steadies himself with his powerful legs and grabs the sides of the chair as he begins to fuck into you.

“Ken.” You pant. “Ken. Kento, we’re gonna break this chair.”

Nanami just huffs at you. “Don’t be silly. Why are you even…thinking about that…” He seems to lose his train of thought due to the fact that you keep clenching and unclenching around him with every deep stroke of his through no fault of your own.

“Because-“” You bite off your words with a shout when he, without warning, steps up the force of his thrusts, bucking his hips roughly into yours while keeping his firm pace. This makes your pliable body jolt up and down along the beach chair, breasts bouncing. His tip kisses that one gummy spot inside of you. A gush of wet pours out of you.

You scramble, finding his rippling biceps and digging your nails into them, scratching and breaking into pale skin, feral and vicious and marking your claim. Growling into his mouth and biting his lower lip to indent the shape of your teeth into them.

That’s going to leave a few marks. Not that Nanami minds.

In fact, he leans in more, allowing you to ravish him however you see fit. It’s clear - the pleasure he takes in your possessive, territorial, almost animalistic behaviour is a little thing he adores about you. Glaring at people who stared at him for a second too long, wrapping an arm around his waist at an event, coming up behind him to kiss his neck when he was cluelessly speaking with a person who was flirting with him.

Nanami couldn’t lie - he enjoyed the feeling of being owned by you. Being yours.

Such thoughts and your actions encourage him. He releases the chair and his hands find the backs of your knees and pushes them back towards your chest.

With you in this position, he starts up his pace again.

“Oh! Oh, Kento. Kento!” He felt so huge and you felt full, full to the brim as he continues fucking you.

Odd sounds escape your mouth with each thrust of his, little “ahs” and “uhs” flow out of you in time with each of his movements.

Nanami rests his forehead against your sweaty one. “Shh, shh, sh. Listen.”

You do as he asks, curling your lips to keep your sounds in.

What you hear is yourself. Your own soaked cunt each time he moves into you, a sloppy squelch, squelch, squelch each time he moves in and out, in and out, in and out.

With a hand at the back of your neck, he tilts your bobbing head down to make you look at where the two of you are connected.

He’s covered in your cream, white splotches of your cum decorate his cock, smearing along it with each deep thrust into your drenched canal.

It’s all you, all your own substance sullying him, claiming him.

It’s like watching a performance - admiring how his cock spreads your walls to accumulate him, molding and sculpting around his length entirely, being created into something new altogether.

“Touch yourself, angel.”

Nothing more has to be said.

You’re reaching down between your legs immediately as he continues to pound into you, swirling your fingers around your neglected clit quickly. It’s so, so wet, you just know your fingers will be pruned by the end of it.

Another one builds up inside of you. Filling and filling up in the depth of your cunt until it’s nearly overflowing through your whole entire body, bursting within your nerves and being the catalyst to your already twitching and trembling body.

Whispers and tiny gasps are pulled from you. Nanami decides to spread your legs just an inch more, and spears into you so far. It sets you right off.

A whiney, loud, elongated moan runs free from your mouth as you start to come again, back arching as you play with your poor, oversensitive pearl, and your sounds turn into a silent scream as Nanami continues his rough pace.

“Oh, that’s it, angel. Mm-“” He’s pulling out of you quickly, ordering you to get on your hands and knees immediately. You fling yourself around, sticking your ass up, tightening around nothing but the hot, humid air.

Nanami pulls you back against him. You can feel his swollen cock head run up and down you folds before he enters you once again.

This time, he’s merciless, pummelling into your welcoming hole as you fucking scream the whole beach down, holding onto the chair railings for dear life as he bounces you up and down on his cock, feverish and desperate, growls ripping from the deepest depths of his chest to his panting mouth.

He finds your ass cheeks, giving them both a hard smack and then gripping them both in his hands to use as leverage when he grinds his hips against your spongy globes. His head falls back.

“Kenny.” You whimper, almost at your limit. “Kenny, please cum. Please, please cum.”

Nanami grunts, his hips stutter. Then they halt. He gnarls and pulls out of you, leaving you gaping and dripping as he strokes himself, his dick burrowing into your bikini, the crocheted rose, and cumming inside of it, covering it with his seed, making you his canvas and claiming you as his own too.

You wiggle your hips as he strokes himself to absolute completion, his almost inhumane sounds turning into gentle huffs and puffs of tiredness.

“Kenny…” You smile and look back at him, happy and sated.. Nanami admires the mess he’s made of you and your bikini. You then pout. “…Kenny, you ruined my bikini.”

Nanami leans down to you, pecking your damp cheek, lip and chin. “I’m sorry,” he fiddles with the strings of your ruined thong, carefully pulling them down, “I’ll buy you a new one…”

Just then, the chair gives way.

You scream as you both fall sideways, fast first and half nude into the sand.

A chaotic scramble ensues, you wriggling around like a worm, throwing sand everywhere and Nanami attempting, and succeeding, in preventing your ridiculous show.

“Are you okay?” He asks, more concerned and panicked than amused. But you can see the simple forming in his cheek.

You look back at him, spluttering out sand from your mouth. Deadpan.

“I told you it was gonna break.”

Nanami goes to speak. Your glare shuts him up. He loses his smile real fast.

“…Sorry.”

“I want five new bikinis now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

*

a/n: take a shot everytime read the word beach chair 🥃

[thebisexualdogdad]

Red - Nico Robin x GN!reader

Valentine's day didn't really mean anything to Robin but this year was different, this year was the first of hopefully many Valentine's day the two of you would be spending together and she wanted to make it one to remember.

The last island you stopped at she took Nami with her to go shopping in which Nami helped her pick out a very special gift for you. After dinner the rest of the crew went to bed and you and Robin returned to your room where she told you to sit on the bed and close your eyes as she changed.

“Alright open your eyes my love,” she says and when you do she's in standing there in a red silk robe with a matching bra and panty set underneath.

“My god Robin you are so beautiful,” you say grabbing her waist and pulling her into your lap, “is this all for me?”

“All for you baby, happy Valentine's day,” she chuckles as you kiss her neck and untie her robe, running your hand along her bare waist.

You pick her up seamlessly, laying her back onto the bed, robe spread out putting her whole body on display, “look at you, how did I get so lucky,” you say in awe, gently running your fingers up her thigh.

Robin blushes a red close to the color of her lingerie, moaning when you lean down and kiss her stomach. You take your time leaving marks along her delicate skin before pulling her bra down and enveloping a nipple between your lips.

“Y/N,” she sighs as you lick and suck at her nipple while groping the other then alternating your attention to her breasts.

Your leg is slotted between hers, Robin rubbing her growing wet pussy against your thigh. She whimpers when your fingers touch her over her panties, her arousal soaking the thin red material.

Slipping your hand inside her panties she cries out when you find her clit, “Shh baby, don't want to wake the others.”

Robin puts her hand over her mouth, muffling the sounds she's making when two fingers plunge inside her. Your palm puts pressure on her clit as you pump your fingers rhythmically into her. You continue to toy with her chest, her nipples hard and peaked so wonderfully.

You can tell you found her g spot from the way she archs her chest in the air and her eyes screw shut so you keep hitting that same spot until she bites down on her hand and cums.

You don't give her any time to recover, moving down her body and settling between her legs. She grabs at the bedsheets when you push her panties to the side and lick straight through her pussy, tasting her sweet cum.

“Such a pretty pussy,” you mutter before licking her again, Robin moaning above you.

Robin gropes her own breasts, tweaking her nipples as your tongue works her in a zig zag pattern. Her heart is pounding, still sensitive from her first orgasm when you pull the hood of her clit back and suck on the throbbing bud.

“Fuck,” she groans, another gush of arousal coating your chin.

You spend some time giving her clit the attention it so desperately needs then move your tongue back down to her opening. Robin runs her hands through your hair, gripping tightly and holding you there. She yelps when your tongue enters her, your nose nudging her clit.

She cums again on your tongue, thighs clamping around your shoulders as her body jerks from this orgasm being even more intense than the first. You lick her through a few aftershocks and she's tapping on your back, “no more, no more.”

You pull away, her cum all over the lower half of your face and her pussy pulsing and slick. You consider wiping off your face on her nice new robe but assume she paid a good amount of berries for it so you use your shirt instead.

She stops trembling and you leave kisses up her body as you make your way back to her lips.

“You okay baby?” You chuckle, kissing her cheek.

“Mhmm but I'm exhausted,” she smiles, kissing you to get a taste of her lingering on your lips, “did you enjoy your gift?”

“Very much so,” you reply, “I hope I get to see you in it again sometime.”

“Of course you will,” she laughs as you lay on your back, letting her cuddle into your side.

“Get some rest now dear and happy Valentine's day.”

[distant--shadow]

The Witch and the Widow - Chapter 10 - Laudare

pestle and mortar, wouldn't be of harm to combine red rose and crimson dahlia and lantana and orange pansy and butterfly weed and nasturtium and calendula petals with the powders and oils - Laudna's fingers twitch with the need to make, to meddle, to comb her nails through Imogen's mane, tuck one of the many untamed waves that graduate into a curl behind her ear after peeling it from its sleep-saliva adhesion beside her full and peach-blushed lips-

Laudna's skin is pale as bone, as though a fracture surfaced from Imogen's collar after it glides skimming skipping stone daring to try tame the sweet pea tendril curled hair around the contour of the sea-shell of her ear, shrapnel grazing the skin and bursting from out the shoulder as though exorcised, ribcage split replacing armchair slats and flesh the new upholstery, her removed rib in a pear and partridge patterned soup dish-

humorously closer to within arm’s length compared to the water and the balm, causes the cauldron of phlegm and clotted blood and other viscera to bubble in her lungs, turning away from Imogen to cough it into the fabric of her shift at her shoulder, her tongue feeling the mending of zig-zagging thread when she runs its tip around her mouth over her teeth and against the inside of her cheek to clean off the remnants and swallow them down again.

still not enough to wake Imogen; the cold touch of Laudna's fingertips to her jaw and behind her ear, bed-sharp nails at the nape of her neck, resting over her collarbone where it is exposed from the mattress tugging at her shirt, the rattle of Laudna's ribcage as her rotten insides are coughed up.

that was how that end started, with Andrew coughing up blood.

at least Laudna's is coagulated, healing, perhaps the result of a rib-punctured lung.

perhaps she could reach for the glass; but at least if Imogen were to have woken from the previous occurrences then it would have been by the effect of something less selfish

arguable, admittedly (she doesn't like arguing); wether Imogen in her sleep cares about hairs glued to her face with dribble. she wears men’s clothing, so she certainly at the least cares not what the majority thinks.

That is assuring. affirming. a comfort Laudna has allowed for herself.

Imogen's legs and her men’s trousers are above the covers; boots still tied and on the bed, her left knee hiked so her leg crooks just over Laudna's own, warm, radiating, turned to her and onto her in her sleep, head sharing Laudna's pillow, damning its goose down fill for swallowing and obscuring half of Imogen’s face.

levelling them, making the field fair; if Laudna is to be obfuscating so much of herself. she promised she would answer her more questions in the morning, doubts they will be about species of flower and tooled saddles again, and Laudna had seen her hands; had touched, had held them, so she is certain, knows she can expose herself.

the pocket resting at Imogen's hip is bulged; and with picture perfect clarity Laudna recalls her dagger in its sheath, the gorse flower yellow neckerchief, Imogen shucking oysters and wiping hunger-messed food from around her mouth.

on particularly sweltering days Imogen wears it around her neck; dabs it at her temples and wipes it across her forehead whilst she works the paddocks. she must have worn it more often back home, if Laudna was to learn from the rangers and wranglers in book-page etchings.

the angle is a little awkward, but Laudna's fingers are long and deft enough, deft enough to mend and tinker, and her hand angles back towards herself as her fingertips read the contents of Imogen's pocket

cloth, leather, parchment-

how intriguing. neckerchief, dagger sheath, perhaps the young woman pens poetry, although for as many times as Imogen has boasted on her reading skills, Laudna has never bore witness to her writing.

the weight of the paper is familiar, the texture too; as it is a paper Laudna makes with her own hands, wets mulch and presses between frames, leaves out on the windowsill under the direct light of an open window to dry.

stacked on one of the desks in the library. that makes sense. Imogen must have made note from one or more of the books in Laudna's collection, and it is not as though Laudna herself had not just been wanting of a piece to document Imogen's scars as they lay bare before her, but which book would Imogen chose to take notes from?

curious.

Laudna can be sure she still holds some avidity towards living when she carries curiosity.

there's still some youth left within her.

her fore and middle finger press together; capturing the folded parchment between their grasp as she slowly retreats her hand, watching Imogen's closed eyes cautiously, curiously, as the paper is relieved from her pocket.

she is aware that unfolding it will perhaps age whatever youth the curiosity had blossomed in her,

she does so regardless.

[mphoenix-7]

Bitter Allies [Soap x Reader]

Chapter 2: The Heat of Battle

Summary: The mission continues even after Soap warns you not to engage.

The slow burn continues.

Word Count: 4,427

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, swearing, blood, violence, death (not main characters), Soap is still mean, angst

A/N: This seems to be doing fairly well on here, so I’m going to post a few more chapters that are out currently on Wattpad. If it gets a big enough following, I’ll keep updating. Just a reminder my Wattpad username is Emily7love, and you can find Bitter Allies there as well!

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Bitter Allies • Part 2

The rifle kicked back hard against your shoulder as the first bullet excited the barrel of the gun. The silencer on the end did its job at making sure the discharge was hardly heard. However, it became obvious very quickly to the group of four men that they were under attack. As soon as the first man had been shot, they were all alerted.

The first shot you fired was a direct hit to the man's head, and he went down quick. You quickly snapped over to the guy standing on the left, also hitting that target successfully. Already you'd proved Soap wrong. However, this was where things got difficult.

In any kind of armed combat, seconds greatly mattered. Eliminating two targets was easy as long as you could land the shots. By the time the second guy realized something was up, only one second has passed, and by then he was mostly likely already gone. The third guy, however, had a lot more time to react, and the fourth even more so.

Two clean head shots, but by then, the other two had reacted. One was moving to cover and the other stood his ground, weapon raised right at you. A trigger pull away from death, but in this profession, that was always the case.

Their movement disrupted the zig-zag pattern you had hoped on making, forcing you to take additional seconds when aiming at the third guy. You originally had gone for the one running for cover to stop him from alerting other troops, but then your attention shifted to the guy who was looking at you from down his own barrel. That now became your top priority and costed you even more seconds due to switching targets.

You were pretty lucky. You managed to fire before the guy's finger could put enough pressure on the trigger. The shots were sloppy, but three clean hits to the torso did the job.

Once he was downed, you did a quick scan of the area, looking for the fourth guy. He'd no doubt already contacted someone else, blowing your cover. Your heart had already been hammering away in your chest but now it seemed to thump even harder at the realization you'd just completely screwed up this mission.

You keep your weapon raised in a firing position but allow your head to hang down, eyes squeezed shut. Your grip on your gun tightens, prepared any second now to hear the alarms go off, signaling something was wrong. The mission would just have to go on though. Albeit much more dangerous now, but it still needed to continue.

"Fuck, (y/n)..." You mutter to yourself. "Just find Soap and get to cover... You've survived worse-"

Not even ten seconds after you dumped the third target, you heard a soft thump and saw the fourth target laying dead up ahead. A knife was embedded into his neck, blood pooling rapidly in the dirt. A split second later, Soap emerged from behind the cover, ripping his knife from the target's throat with a swift, practiced motion. His icy gaze locked onto you, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent a spray of blood across the dirt. He sheathed his knife and strode toward you, each step radiating fury.

Before you knew it, he was grabbing a fist full of your uniform and slamming you back against the vehicle you'd been using for cover. You hoped the sound of your back hitting the metal door didn't attract any attention.

"What the fuck was that, States?!" He yelled at you as loudly as he dared given your current location. "The fucking hell were you thinking?? You nearly just blew our damn cover! Are you that much of a pure hackit that you can't follow fucking orders?!" He was seething mad, his accent noticeable thicker. This is probably the worst you've ever seen him, and you've seen Soap mad a lot. Still, you had some venom of your own.

"You are not my superior. You can't give me orders." You growl, hands coming up to grip his as they kept you pinned. You kept your eyes on his, refusing to break eye contact with him.

"Oh, can't I? Last I checked you weren't even a permanent member of this team." He smirks back, voice quieter now, but still just as dangerous.

"Still a member of this team, dumbass."

"You think you will be after this?"

His words hung heavy with you. Would Price really kicked you off the team for this? Nothing happened, you and Soap were alive, and the mission hadn't been compromised. Still, taking on four men by yourself when your field partner didn't want to wasn't exactly working as a team. Then again the same could be said for Soap not being willing to go with your plan.

"Nothing happened. I landed two perfect headshots and took down the third all by myself. We were fine." You try to defend yourself, foolishly getting caught up in trying to prove Soap wrong and forgetting about the fourth guy.

"Doesn't matter if you landed three perfect fucking head shots if the fourth one fucks us over, now does it!? What about the fourth guy, huh? What about him, States?! He was a second away from radioing for help. You almost cost us the entire mission and put us both at risk! You're up a pure dafty." He was still gripping your vest tightly, keeping you pressed back against the vehicle.

"Well that wouldn't have been a problem if you had just trusted me, and if we took them out together like I wanted to." You bite back. "And you were wrong. You said I couldn't land those headshots, and I did."

"You still on about that? So you got lucky! You're still bloody inconsistent. You make one half decent shot and then fuck up the next ten. Just like you did on that third and fourth target."

"Well that's what I have a teammate for! To help me take down targets! And you got him, so what's the big deal?"

Soap laughs at you then, a stressed and angry laugh. His head tips back slightly, and he shakes it. "That's your idea of teamwork?" He laughs, meeting your eyes again. "Forcing me to have to rush into a kill? How the hell did someone like you ever pass selection? You are horrible at this job, States. Just pack up and go home before you get actual good soldiers killed." With that, he finally releases you, roughly letting go of your vest but still remaining in front of you.

His words hurt. They made you tremble with rage. Your hands were balled up into fists at your side as you held back the urge to punch him. "You'd like that very much, wouldn't you?" You growl back to him, standing your ground as Soap takes two steps closer to you, his face practically inches from your own.

"Very much so." He nods, a little intimidating as he looked down at you.

"Well it's not going to happen. You are never going to make me leave. So get used to me being around, you hackit." You weren't even really sure what that word meant, but if Soap called you it, you knew it probably wasn't a nice thing to say.

Soap scoffs at you as you say the Scottish word. "You are the most stubborn and-"

"Bravo 7-1, Bravo 7-4, this is Bravo 0-7, give me sit rep." Ghost's voice crackled in your ear, and Soap's as well, cutting him off. You'd been quiet for too long.

Right as you brought a hand up to your radio to answer Ghost, Soap grabbed your wrist. "This isn't over, States." He warns, his voice filled with promise as he pushed your hand away from your radio. He then brought his free hand to his radio and answered Ghost.

"Ran into some trouble thanks to States. We're clear now. Still need to make entry."

"Copy," Ghost answers. "Got word there's some Russian vehicles about ten clicks out. We've got about fifteen minutes before we need to get off the mark."

"Shite." Soap curves. That wasn't going to be enough time. You still needed to make entry and disable their security. Even if you and Soap were quick and ran into no problems, that didn't leave enough time for the Alpha teams to come in, secure General Azamat, and leave before those Russian vehicles showed up.

"Ghost, that's not gonna be enough time." Soap tells him, backing away from you and pacing a little. His face was concentrated, forgetting about everything that happened earlier and focusing on the mission now.

"If we pull out now, we miss our chance," Ghost warns, his voice low and steady. "They'll know someone messed with their generators, and security will tighten up. Next time will be a hell of a lot harder."

"Then what's the plan?" Soap asks, sounding frustrated. This mission was going belly up very quickly.

Then you got an idea. "Ghost, send Alpha team to the front to draw their attention. That will pull most of the men in the camp to that area. Meanwhile, Soap and I will infiltrate the building, disable security, and secure General Azamat. You mentioned he'd most likely be inside this building, right? Once we have him, we'll need an exfil ready at the back of the camp. Disabling the main building's systems should open the back gate. Once we're out, Alpha team can pull back."

Without even giving Soap the opportunity to input his feedback, Ghost approved your plan. "Solid Plan B. Sending in Alpha Team now. Russian vehicles are nine clicks out. Move fast."

"Copy." You nod, glancing up at Soap. He still looked at you like how he always did, but something was different. You didn't know if it was a good or bad different though. It only lasted a few seconds before his usually hard and familiar expression returned.

"This doesn't change anything." He growls, as gunfire can be heard behind you, near the front of the camp.

Instantly, shouts can be heard from the West Building, and the quiet camp became alive. The area with all the tents where Soap wanted to cut through earlier start to rustle as men wake up to join the fight. In an effort not to get caught, Soap quickly runs over to one of the parked vehicles and pulls the door open.

"Inside! Now!" He hurriedly tells you, standing out of the way so you could get in first. Moving fast, you jump inside, feeling Soap give up a push to help boost you into the vehicle before getting in himself and closing the door. He pulls out his pistol, and you do the same, making sure to cock it.

"Get behind the driver's side seat and stay low." He tells you, wiggling a bit to try and fit himself into the same position behind the passenger's side. Him being bigger and more bulkier than you made it a lot harder for him to wedge in there comfortably.

A few seconds later, two men are getting into the vehicle from the driver and passenger side. You and Soap both duck down further once you hear the car door's open. The second they shut, you're moving. Like you'd been fighting together for years, you both wordlessly spring up and shoot the men in the side of the head.

From inside the vehicle, you can see and hear the others driving off, as well as see the area clearing out. You try to wait it out for as long as you can until the door by Soap open up. Another solider just thinking the vehicle was waiting for more passengers and trying to get in. He lets out a surprised yell at seeing Soap there, but is quickly silenced. Soap shoots him, shoves the dead body back, and then closes the door.

"Out your side!" He says, knowing that was going to attract a lot of attention from the few stragglers still trying to wake up and join the action. You quickly do as he says, pushing the door open and tumbling out with Soap right behind you. Without looking back to see how many enemies are in pursuit, you sprint for the West Building, focusing solely on reaching cover. Though how much safety and cover you'd find in that building, you didn't bank on it being much.

Surprisingly, there aren't any bullets being fired towards you as you run. Either the men hadn't seen you somehow, or they thought you were on the same side. Regardless, you weren't going to question it as you burst through the door with Soap, weapons raised.

The hallways were empty aside from two men, which Soap quickly took out. Once somewhat safe, you radioed in to Ghost. "Bravo 7-1 and 4 inside now. Heading to main security room to disable it."

"Copy. Seven clicks." Ghost updates. "Give 5 minutes for exil."

"Roger," Soap confirms before moving to the stairs. "Behind me. I'll take point." He tells you, starting up the steps with his weapon raised. You follow behind him closely, watching your six and trusting Soap to guide you up. The security panel you needed to access was on the top floor of the building, which was the third floor.

The stairs were clear, which made sense. Most of the men were probably filing down the stairs near the front since that's where all the action was. The security room, however, was not empty. As you approached the door, you could hear voices speaking Russian on the other side.

"I hear at least five." You say, making Soap give you a look as he position himself on the other side of the doorframe.

"There's no fucking way you can count how many there are based on voices." He claims, pulling out one of his flashbang grenades. "Flash out." He opens the door a crack and tosses it inside, waiting for the loud bang. As soon as it goes off, he kicks the door open and pushes in. He takes on the targets more directly in front and left while you focus on the ones to the right and to the far side of the room.

The room was clear in seconds. "Clear." Soap confirms, lowering his gun and making his way quickly to the panel. "There were more than five." He mutters, pulling out some bombs and securing them to different places on the panel.

"I said at least five." You point out with an eye roll, keeping your attention on the door that lead into the room.

"That just sounds like a lucky guess then." He claims, backing away from the panel. "Clear out. Charges are set." He tells you, pulling your attention over to the flashing red lights of the bombs he's just placed. You were about to do what he told you before your attention was pulled to the screen.

"Wait. Look." You tell him, walking over to the screen and pointing to it. "This is a map of the building. Look at this room down here. It's a bunker. I bet that's where our General is." You say. "Bet it's locked up. Hold off on blowing the charges until we're down there. Once the power goes out, the doors should open and we can take him by surprise."

Soap is hesitant, his jaw tight before he finally mutters a, "fine." Then instead of talking to you further, he radios in to Ghost. "Bravo 0-7, charges are set. We suspect Azamat's holed up in a bunker in this building. Moving to position by the bunker doors and then we'll blow the charge."

"Roger. Five clicks."

With that, you and Soap quickly make your way back down to the first floor to locate the bunker. Time was not on your side, so you needed to move fast. You of course ran into more resistance along the way. That was to be expected. Soap though, ever true to his callsign, breezed through it like it was nothing. It was like he'd gotten to practice and memorized the course ahead of time. He looked so in his element, almost like he was having fun. It was a nice change from the usual sour attitude he had around you. And for once, you were actually sort of working with him like you would Ghost or Gaz. Given the chaotic nature of the mission probably had a lot to do with that, but you hoped this would finally mark a breakthrough point with the Scot.

Once you'd gotten to the room where the bunker was supposed to be, all you needed to do was find it, blow the charges, and get the General. To your utter joy, the bunker was the most obvious thing in the room. A big metal door with a flashing red light above it. You took up the same positions you did last time at the security room as Soap pulled out the detonator.

"Bravo 0-7, we are outside the bunker and getting ready to blow the charges. Send in exfil." Soap updates Ghost.

"Done. Take the General the alive. Three and a half clicks."

Soap looks to you then. "When I blow this, all the lights are going to go out. Once I get the door open, throw a flash in. And for the love of sweet Jesus, do not kill Azamat."

You scowl at him, irritated that he was talking to you still like you were some lousy, trigger happy marine. Guess things haven't changed too much. "Yeah. I went to all the mission briefs and literally heard Ghost say that three seconds ago. I haven't forgotten."

"So she does listen. Shocker." As he speaks, he holds the detonator up and then presses the button, not giving you the chance to reply. There's a loud explosion upstairs, one that makes the building shake a little bit. The lights immediately power off, and you lower the night vision goggles attached to your helmet.

The red light above the door flickers a few times before going out, and the locks click loudly as they release. There's shouting heard from inside as the people in there start to panic. You ready a flashbang as Soap heaves the door open, and once there's a crack big enough for the flashbang, you toss it inside. There's a loud pop as it goes out and a bright flash of light. It causes the people inside to scream and spew out what you can only assume are curses in Russian.

As Soap finishes pushing the door open, you take point, able to see the room and the people inside thanks to the night vision goggles. You identify General Azamat instantly and work on taking out anyone in the room who posed a threat.

You aim at the heads of the men inside, but they were wearing helmets, making it more difficult to land decent shots. The flashbang had made them all very disoriented, buying you more time to actually line up the shots.

Soon, all the guards around General Azamat were downed, and Soap charged the General, who was pulling a pistol from his holster. You hear the grunt from Soap as he rams the General against the wall. There's a struggle as Soap forces the gun to point upwards and six bullets are rapidly discharged from the pistol. Once the gun is only making clicking sounds, signaling an empty clip, Soap punches the General, sending him to the ground.

"Stay the fuck down!" He growls at the General as he goes to restrict his hands behind his back. The voice he was using sounded familiar to the one he used with you when you argued.

The General curses Soap out in Russian, and you go to help him secure the target. Right as you kneel down to help though, Soap pushes you away.

"Cover the door in case-"

The room is filled with the sound of gunfire, and bright flashes come from the doorway. Soap gets hit and falls back, gasping, as you quickly raise your gun and return fire. The guy shooting hadn't been wearing any chest plates and went down with a few shots. As soon as it was clear again, you grab at the General, who was trying to get up now that Soap wasn't holding him down.

"Soap! Oh my God, are you ok?!" You ask, wanting to check on him, but you couldn't let go of the general. You see him from the corner of your eye, lying back, and can hear him gasping still. You worried his injuries were fatal. Sure, you couldn't stand Soap, but you didn't want him to die either.

Then, he leans forward and grabs at General Azamat. "Hit... the plate.." He gasps out, getting his breath back slowly. A second later, he'd pushed through the pain and pressed his pistol into Azamat's head.

"Stop moving, fucker! Get up!" He commands, hooking his free arm around his restrained ones and hauling him to his feet. "Walk!" He shouts once the General is up, giving him a harsh push and keeping the gun aimed at him.

"Who are you?" The General asks, his accent heavy as Soap pushes him out of the bunker. You take point, still a bit shaken up from Soap being shot.

"Shut the hell up and walk!" He growls, opting to grab a handful of the back of the General's suit and push him along instead. It was faster that way. While you make your way out of the West Building back the way you came, you radio to Ghost.

"Bravo 0-7, this is Bravo 7-4. Target secure. Repeat, target is secure. Heading to exfil now."

"Ah. An American." You hear Azamat say, earning a rough shove from Soap.

"I said shut up!”

"Copy that 7-4," Ghost replies. "Exfil in two minutes. Russians are one click out. Move it. Alpha team is pulling back."

"This is gonna be close." Soap mutters under his breath. He begins to pick up the pace a bit, or as much as he can while dragging along a General who didn't want to go with you.

Once outside, you're practically running to the gates, shooting at anyone you can. There was hardly any cover and more and more men seemed to be popping up. About halfway to the exit, you can see bullets hitting the dirt by your feet and hear them wizz past you. This was definitely the most dangerous position you'd been in during your whole career. At least in the other firefights you'd been in, you had your entire squad behind you. This time, it was just you and Soap.

A gargling yelling sound makes you look back, and you see the General is hunched over and falling to his knees. Soap is trying to get him back up, but he's not moving.

"Fuck! He's been shot." Soap notices, seeing red begin to stain his tan uniform. "States, keep moving!" He shouts over the gunfire, hoisting the General over his shoulder and continuing the run.

Your heart is pounding loudly in your ears, adrenaline the only thing keeping your legs moving. Before you know it though, you're through the gate, and you can see your exfil vehicle ahead.

"There it is!" You shout to Soap. "Almost there!" You push harder, your lungs burning. Someone from the passenger side of your exfil vehicle jumps out and opens your door. You pile in first and then help drag the General in as Soap gets him in the car. As bullets start to spray against the side of the vehicle, Soap jumps in. He is practically on top of the General, and slams his door shut.

"Go, go, go!!" Soap yells to the driver. You hear bullets showering the side of the vehicle, and the driver floors it, making you grip tightly onto the handle on the ceiling.

Once you can't hear the bullets hitting the metal doors of the vehicle anymore, you sigh a breath of relief. This mission had been a lot harder than you thought it was going to be. And it wasn't even over yet.

"States, help me sit him up." Soap says, getting your attention and pulling you out of your daze. You do as he asks, moving Azamat out from under Soap to the seat in the middle. Once he's sitting up, you can see his face has paled significantly and there was blood all over the seat and his suit.

"Shite.." Soap cures as you instantly start to apply pressure to the man's stomach. "Ghost, we have General Azamat and are on our way to the rendezvous. He's been shot though and is losing a lot of blood."

"Copy that. Keep him breathing. I'll have medical on standby. What about you and States?"

"We're good." He answers, turning his attention on the man's wound now. "Aside from feeling like I took a bullet to my chest. Oh wait, that did happen." Soap mutters, looking at you angrily.

You look up from where your hands are currently placed on the General's side, blood gushing out from between your fingers. You meet Soap's gaze and glower at him.

"Seriously? You're going to blame me for you getting shot in the plate?" Though of course he was going to blame that on you. Cause why wouldn't he?

"It's one hundred percent your fault! Someone needed to cover the door!" Soap was grabbing a med kit from under the seat and violently opening it to get some medical supplies.

"Are you fucking- you know what? No. I'm not doing this with you right now. This dude is bleeding out, and I'm not going to have you distract me and then blame this dude dying on me! Give me those fucking bandages!" You rip them from his hand and start stuffing the wound, making the General moan in protest.

"Whatever, States. Fuck you too."

You don't say a word to each other after that. The only words spoken are by you trying to keep the General awake, Soap talking to Ghost over the comms, or the occasion word or two from the guys in the front seats, talking to the other teams.

You couldn't wait to get to the helo, hand General Azamat off to the medical staff, and then get away from Soap.

[jackactuallywrites]

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x You

Rating: Nothing explicit, no sex or egregious violence

Warnings: Gun violence? And he does steal her phone

Summary: You go chasing cats and find a lot more than you bargained for

Notes: It’s been sat in my drafts for ages and the first part is a little slow so bear with x

Word Count: 1,893

ao3 link

Yet again, it was there.

A little cat, dark grey, striped with lighter grey, with a white belly and paws, sniffing around the large green bins in the dingy alleyway. The white of its fur was stained with various unpleasant shades of brown, the cause for which you didn't want to think about. It had clearly found something of interest to it underneath the large dumpster, crouching down on its elbows, stretching out one of its front paws to try and grab whatever lay there, unbothered by the wet grime on the ground staining its fur. With your human eyes, you weren't privileged enough to see what tasty treat lay just out of reach, but you were able to see the thick ring of plastic that was wrapped around the creature's neck, no doubt digging into the skin, tighter and tighter as the smaller kitten grew from a desperate mewling creature into a lean, wary cat. As of yet, it hadn't seen you, still focused on its mission, but the second you took a single step forward, a tiny pebble grated underneath your shoe, and the stray's head snapped up, its distrusting yellow eyes slicing over to you.

"Kitty-" You ventured, trying to keep your voice as gentle as possible, soft and sweet, but the kitten took off, sprinting down the alleyway, the plastic from the six-pack ring sticking out above it as it ran. You briefly glanced back to the road that led you back home, already idly entertaining giving up on your quest. The sun was beginning to dip in the sky, as it did on your walks home from work, giving you at least two more hours of sunlight. And yet, it wasn't like you had anything all that important to get to at home; besides, it was a fairly pleasant evening, still warm and sunny despite the clouds, and you didn't keep cat treats in your pocket for no reason, so you took after the little cat, doing your best to keep a distance enough not to spur it into sprinting away. It was only vaguely suspicious of you, looking back over its shoulder at you every so often to see if you were still following, its sprint having slowed into a trot, its tail low, yet not poofed up, uneasy, but not afraid.

It was taking you on an incredibly complicated path through the city, zigging and zagging through innumerable side streets and alleys, making you increasingly thankful that you'd chosen to wear your trainers rather than the slip-on shoes which would have given you a throbbing blister after so much running. Slowly but surely, the cat was taking you further out from the populated areas into the industrial zone where every other building you walked past had been abandoned. You assumed that it had someplace out here, safe away from anyone who would wish it harm, sheltered from wind and rain, and undoubtedly near a decent supply of mice and rats. It was doing a good job at trying to throw you off, and you almost lost it a few times, but eventually, it led you to a dead end, a skinny alleyway ending in a tall chain-link fence topped with razor-sharp barbed wire. At least, you thought it was a dead end, yet down in the corner, you could see the way the links were slightly uneven, breaking the pattern. In a closer look, you could see where the fence had been cut, the fence curling away from itself, and it was through this small gap that the cat escaped yet again.

You were beginning to believe that you were wasting your evening; clearly, this cat was far too wily to allow itself to be caught by any bumbling human, but it was watching you from the other side of the fence as though it was waiting for you to catch up, as though all this running had been a great game to it. You could give it one more try, at the very least. The break in the fence was plenty large enough for you to slip through, even standing straight up, the sharp metal tugging on the fabric of your jumper and sliding harmlessly over the thick denim of your jeans. The cat was waiting a little ways away from you, sitting at the edge of a building up ahead, two buildings down from you, watching you with its large, suspicious eyes before taking a leisurely walk around the building, its tail now held straight out, flicking slightly. It was intrigued by you. You moved quickly, half crouched as you walked over to where the cat had disappeared, glancing down the gaps between buildings as you did so.

There was a large security camera pointing directly at you, staring down at your face as you peered around the corner of the building. You froze in your place, terrified that at any moment, the police would be called. The cat was sitting almost directly underneath it, watching you leisurely, entirely unaware of your human problems. It was so close to you, and you glanced between it and the camera, trying to weigh up the danger you were in. The light on top of the camera was dark, where it could have been blinking red, and you decided that it must mean it was off. After all, these buildings were abandoned, and as long as you weren't doing anything too illegal, you doubted that the red and blues would come running. You crouched down, holding out your hand to the cat, gently rubbing your fingers together to beckon it, making soft kissy sounds at it, keeping your voice quiet, "Kitty! Come here, kitty!" It didn't move towards you, nor did it move away, flicking its tail as it watched you. You closed your eyes slowly at it, trying to demonstrate your pure intentions, and after a minute, the cat returned the gesture, a great step in the right direction.

You remained still, unwilling to take a single further step toward it lest you spook it. It remained still, watching you blink at it, apparently having every second in the world to play around, enjoying making you work for its friendship. Then, it shot to its feet and sprinted away, leaving you puzzled. You hadn't made a single further move toward it. It only took a second for you to realise what exactly had spooked it, but by then, it was too late. The hand was already on your shoulder, spinning you around and pinning you against the wall, the hard edge of a gun pressed into the centre of your chest. Your attention was fully dragged away from the cat, flicking over to the person holding you at gunpoint. They were taller than you, not that they needed the advantage of height when they had a gun to your chest, dressed in black tactical gear and wearing a black balaclava with a white skull painted on it, with only their eyes revealed. A warm green colour, but they were cold, like chips from a mossy glacier. That iciness was reflected in the voice, his voice, whisper quiet. "Don't. Move."

You weren't sure you'd ever even seen a gun in person, yet now you had the barrel of one pressed up against you, and you felt as though every drop of blood in your body had gone cold. "I'm just looking for a cat." Your voice was a soft plead, not a tone you'd ever heard from your own mouth before, your body acting entirely on instinct. The man frowned at you, using only his gun to hold you in place as his other hand reached out to pat you down. He was a soldier; that much was clear from his uniform and the casual indifference with which he seemed to regard the concept of killing you. His hand roamed down over your arms, roughly grasping at them underneath your jumper, then went down your sides. You allowed it, knowing that it was necessary in order for you to escape with your life, knowing that he would find nothing. He paused at the bulge in your front jean pocket, his pale eyes flicking up to you questioningly, and you answered, "Cat treats." Still, he didn't trust you, digging them out of your pocket to confirm your answer, his eyes flicking over the bright colours of the packet before tossing them aside. You didn't dare even breathe as he patted down your jeans, identifying your phone in the other front pocket. He pulled out your phone, his eyes flicking down to the screen and then back up to you, showing you the lock screen.

"Unlock it."

Even with the gun to your chest, you still hesitated about unlocking your phone for a stranger, your mouth opening to argue with him before your brain caught up with you, not allowing a single word of dissent past your lips. He pressed the gun harder against your chest, the metal digging into your chest through the thin material of your jumper, his eyes hard, and you gave up, reaching up with your fingers to tap in your passcode. He looked down at your phone, swiping through to see your apps and then flicking through your recent photos, only finding endless pictures of you and your cats, as well as the various street cats you encountered on your walk to work. His gaze snapped up to your face once more, flicking across your features as though he was beginning to understand something about you.

Finally, he let up.

"How did you get in?" His voice was slightly less harsh this time. There was still the hard military edge, but now he had more of a questioning tone, as though he was beginning to believe your innocence. "There's a gap in the fence. The cat went through it. I followed." He frowned, his brows furrowing underneath the slightly smudged black paint, and he lifted the barrel of the gun off your chest, taking a step back from you, pocketing your phone as he did so. "Show me." There was no polite question in his voice, only demand, and you knew you had no choice but to obey. With the gun still pointed directly at your heart, it wasn't like you were in any position to refuse. At least now, the barrel wasn't pushed up against you, and you relished every inch of freedom given.

With one last look for that mildly traitorous cat, you led the soldier over to the small gap in the fence you had come through, acutely aware of the weapon still aimed directly at you, gesturing towards the broken chain links with your hand. "It came through here." You felt the tap of the gun between your shoulders, and another command was uttered to you, "Go on then." You glanced over your shoulder at the man, "My phone?" “Go.” You hesitated, but it quickly became apparent that either you left without your phone or you didn’t leave at all. It wasn’t a decision you were happy to make, but it wasn’t as though you had much choice in the matter, so you left it in the hands of the soldier, not giving him a second look as you left, hoping to leave it all behind as an unhappy memory.

[thatswhywelovegermany]

wissen, wie der Hase läuft

literally: to know how the hare runs

to know how things work; to be so familiar with a situation or the circumstances that even unforeseeable developments and tricks do not obscure the view of the essentials

Origin: When fleeing from a danger, hares run in a zig-zag pattern that experienced hunters can predict to a certain extent.

[metalthemechanicalmenace]

Your out looking for Sonic as your fath- boss asked. You run past an abandoned location, you hear two voices, one of them notice you immediately as you pass by

“AH!! Well we’ll look who it is if it isn’t that phony Sonic! I’m gonna make you pay. Your speed won’t beat me this time you piece of shit!”

The familiar figure rushes towards you about to attack

~a very angry surge (a little blind, she thinks your sonic)

metal froze a moment, before moving in a zig zag pattern, bounding over fences and walls and the like, trying to put some distance inbetween the two, his motor roaring and spitting flame