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— don’t look at me with those eyes.

— what eyes?

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Kayden the Werewolf

𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻 - 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 - 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈���𝑜𝓃 - 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒮𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 -

“What do you mean werewolf?” You blurted out as your landlord sat there calmly, smiling at you with a knowing look. You couldn’t believe your ears, hell, you were still reeling from the dead deer on your porch!

“You’ve seen the movies, right?” Mrs. Locklear asked, stirring a cup of tea. “Oh, surely a girl your age has read Twilight,” she laughed. “That book is bullshit by the way. I’ve met vampires and they certainly aren’t like that. Oh and don’t get me started on the werewolf shenanigans in there.” 

“Mrs. Locklear!” You gasped out to interrupt her ramblings. “Yes, I know what a werewolf is. But that’s just stories! Like…vikings or something came up with those stories. Right?”

“Oh certainly some of the earliest tales of werewolves come from old viking tales. Lots of vikings probably were.” She took a sip of her tea, which you had made before she arrived with shaking hands. “There’s stories of us from all over the world. How could that not be real?”

You grasped your chest. “Us?”

Mrs. Locklear was close to taking another sip before she stopped. “Well, shucks, my bad. Don’t be afraid of me. I’m just an old lesbian. Nothing mean about me except my stance.”

You looked her up and then down. She was far from being a frail older woman. How old could she be? Sixty? Maybe late fifties? No! That’s not what matters, she’s a werewolf!

“How many of you are there?” You felt like you were being squeezed like a dog toy every time you spoke.

“Well, I can’t recall the last tally we did. So many folks have moved in the past few years. Damn covid just about chased all the Northerners here.” She thought a moment more. “Granted, this town was formed as a werewolf safe haven.”

Your eyes could have bulged out of your head. “Please, Mrs. Locklear,” you decided to try bargaining. “Tell me you’re pulling my leg and a deer just decided my porch was the best place to die.” You would do anything to be able to stay in Hearthway Hollow, you loved this place.You loved your job at the daycare. You had thought just this morning how you could stay here forever! The rent was affordable to where you could live on your own, which could never happen anywhere else. The people were nice! Oh god, the people. The werewolves!

Mrs. Locklear put her hand on your shoulder. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Lots of people here go through this. And us werewolves are just like you, save for being furry once in a while.”

“You said a werewolf left that…deer on my porch.” You pointed towards the sliding glass door which had become one of your favorite parts of your new home. “Why would it do that? Is it a threat?”

Mrs. Locklear smiled. “It’s a declaration of love, actually.”

Your jaw went slack and you had to take a step away to brace yourself at the kitchen table. “How is a dead deer supposed to do that?”

“Look, it’s just a simple tradition here. It’s showing that they want to provide for you and are capable of doing so. Any minute now the local butcher shop will come to take the deer and process it into meat you can cook with. If you don’t want it, they will donate it.” She took another sip of tea. “Also, tell me where you bought this tea!”

“A relative in Vietnam,” you sputtered out. Your head was reeling, spinning. How were you supposed to go to work like this? First it was a dead deer. Now it was werewolves and something about love.

“You’re lucky,” Mrs. Locklear said.

You stared at her in disbelief.

She smirked. “Not many people get courted by a werewolf, you know?”

Somehow, you went into work, managing to put a bright face on for the kids. It was fingerpaints day, and everyone was excited. You got everyone dressed in cute little smocks and sat outside where the concrete slab wouldn’t be harmed by the spilled and excess paint.

“So, are you still enjoying the job?” Julian asked. He was one of the other teachers at the daycare. He was handsome, sweet, and so gentle.

“Yes!” You exclaimed. “This has been, oh my gosh, probably my most favorite job ever,” you said, beaming with pride. “I can’t thank you enough for hiring me.”

Julian beamed right back. “We were so excited to have you here, and the kids like you too.” His eyes cut over to the tables where a kid was complaining about how messy their hands were.  “Would you mind going and getting the water buckets?” He asked.

“No problem!” You cheered. “How many do you think we’ll need?”

“How about five. Three kids to a bucket.”

You gave him a thumbs up. “You got it!” You went off towards the shed, stepping out from the shade of the gazebo.

“I was wondering what the noise was.”

You lurched then let out a laugh. “Oh, Kayden.” You breathe with relief while clutching your chest. “You startled me.”

His stoic expression had not once changed since you started working here. His thick brow was set in stone, and his full lips were placed in a permanent half scowl half pensive line. 

He bowed his head at you. “I’m a silent walker. I used to scare my mother.”

“I’m sure,” you chuckled. “And yeah, it’s finger paint day!” You said this with a sing-songy tone, like you were still talking to the kids.

Kayden had a handful of jobs at the daycare. His family owned the property so he was part groundskeeper, security, and janitor. He was a jack of all trades to say.

“You wouldn’t think most teachers would be that excited about a mess like this,” he murmured.

“But look how happy the kids are! Not only that, they really let loose and show their creativity. Isn’t that exciting?”

His dark eyes looked you up and down. “I never much liked it as a kid myself.”

You stared at him shocked. “Never?”

He held up his gloved hand and wagged his fingers. It was the closest you had seen him get to playfulness. “I’ve always had a thing with getting my hands dirty. I don’t mind hard work, I just prefer to keep my hands clean is all.”

You leaned closer to him. “Then what did you like as a child?”

His eyes darted aside. “Eating crayons apparently,” he grumbled. “At least that’s what my mother says.”

You tried to keep from laughing, but a giggle escaped from behind your hand. Kayden’s eyes darted back to you and something of a smile appeared. 

“What do you need in the shed?” he asked. “I’ll get it for you.”

You were still trying to keep from laughing, but you were bursting. “Buckets,” you sputtered. “For water so the kids can splash around and wash their hands so it’ll make clean up fun.” You said with a bright smile on your face.

“Are you always so chipper?”

The question kind of stung. You tended to keep up a cheery attitude to keep people at bay. If you are happy and sunny no one pays much attention or asks too many questions. “Am I?” You asked, trying to play it off. 

“It seems that way. Don’t worry, I’ll go get some buckets for you.” He turned away before you could really see if he was smiling or not. 

The paintings were left out to dry, and the buckets of water were used to water the planters all around the daycare. You were wiping down tables while the kids napped, excited for the snack you’d have when you were done. The thought of werewolves was an almost distant thing. Until it wasn’t.

You stalled, looking out towards the woods behind the daycare. You swallowed, thinking that some massive, bloodthirsty creature was watching you from the shadows. Wide, glowing eyes peering at you, wanting you. 

“I can help with that.”

You yelped then sighed. “Kayden! You should wear a bell.”

“Sorry,” he murmured. 

You shook your head, laughing at how afraid you had been. “Sorry. I’m just a little shaky today.”

His brow furrowed ever so slightly. 

You sat down at one of the picnic tables. “I woke up to a pretty frightening sight this morning.”

He was still silent.

You glanced back towards him. “What do you think about werewolves?”

“Not where I expected this conversation to go.” He stuffed his gloved hands into his pockets. 

Was he one of them? You thought to yourself. Was Kayden a werewolf? Big, tall, Kayden with the beautiful, wavy chestnut hair. He was lean, but always wore baggy coveralls to hide his form. Then his skin, his lovely skin. You had been wanting to ask him what he used for it, but had been too afraid to.

“You’ll hear a lot of stories about them around these parts.” His eyes darted off into the distance. “Not much you can do to escape it here.”

“Apparently,” you grumbled under your breath. You reached into your apron, taking out the apple in the large front pocket. You picked at the skin before taking a small bite.

“An apple? You really are a teacher.”

You covered your mouth while you chew. “I like them, okay? Don’t tease me about it.” 

There it was again, something that could have been a smile, but maybe it wasn’t. “I’ll take care of the tables. You enjoy your break.”

“I don’t mind helping.” You tried to follow after him, but he made you sit back down while he washed off the tables.

Once home you busied yourself with tidying up and washing your hair. Anything to keep your mind off that big glass door. You took to your bedroom, painting your nails and toenails while music played. You heard something rustling, as if dragging through the forest.

You watched your door, which was slightly cracked to where you could see outside the glass door. The motion lights came on and you jumped to your feet. For some reason, you went towards the door. For another inexplicable reason, you slid open the glass door.

The creature was hunched over, trying to pull something along the gravel driveway. It turned around, ears perked up, brown coat bristling along the back neck as it looked at you.

Werewolf! 

You froze in fear, unsure why you had been so bold as to come outside.

The werewolf dropped its next gift, which you didn’t even want to focus on. You exclaimed a curse word under your breath as you met the werewolf’s eyes.

“I don’t eat a lot of meat!” You blurted out, once again like you were being squeezed. “I’m barely a cook at all.” You bit your lip. “I donated the deer. I'm sorry.”

The werewolf was frozen in the headlights of your eyes, he’d be caught and he wasn’t sure what to do.

You pointed to what it had been dragging. “What’s that?”

The werewolf’s ears flattened down and he turned away from you, looking down at his feet. “Apples.”

You furrowed your brow. “What?”

He stepped aside, showing you the large burlap bag. “Apples.”

Your mouth opened slightly then closed. “I…I can’t possibly eat that many.” You stepped down towards him. “Did you pick those at Hyacinth farm? That’s miles down the road!”

He nodded.

You were trying your best not to shake. “I do really like apples though. G-good guess. I’ll enjoy them all the same.”

The werewolf was quiet.

You were also quiet.

“Sorry,” he muttered again. “About the deer.”

You bit your lip. “It’s okay. If that’s tradition, I get it. My family has some weird ones.” You then motioned to your door. “Would you like some tea?”

He went quiet again, avoiding eye contact with you.

“I prefer talking to get to know someone who…wants to court me, so to speak,” you laughed nervously. “For starters, what’s your name?”

His tail wagged slightly before curling around his leg. “I’m a bit embarrassed to say.” he followed you, stepping inside and bowing his head to avoid hitting the top of the door.

“Do I know you already?” You asked as you reached for the kettle.

The werewolf looked around, his eyes darting back and forth as he took in your home. He eventually stilled, focusing on you. His eyes looked familiar. You stared at him a bit too long and looked away embarrassed.

“Maybe it’s best I don’t know anyways,” you huffed. “It’s really sweet you’re trying to court me. If it wasn’t so shocking I would be flattered. But it’s okay, you don’t have to do this.”

His eyes flicked up. “What do you mean?”

You fidgeted in place, looking down at the ground. The paint on your toes had gotten smudged when you jumped up. “You don’t have to court me. I mean, it’s a lot of effort. Killing deer, picking apples.” You looked back up and forced out a laugh. “I’m not worth all that!”

He looked at you, his gaze serious and a bit ominous. “Not worth it?”

“You know,” you scoffed, trying to play it off. “There’s better people out there. People who love werewolves.”

His eyes were still sharp. His silence was creeping on you.

You swallowed. “What do you even like about me?”

He snorted. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t have a lot to like about you. The first time I smelled you, I knew. Your scent is soft and warm, it’s comforting. From there, I found so many things I liked about you. Your hair, your smile. Beyond that, it’s-” His large paw covered his chest and his fingers gripped. “I want to be near you all the time.”

Your heart fluttered. “No. Really?” You murmured.

His eyes were sharp again. “You put up a guard of cheeriness. It’s a wall.”

You shut your mouth tight and grabbed the hem of your shirt.

“No one has to worry if you’re always smiling. Right?” The werewolf stepped towards you. “No one gets too close when they think you’re friendly.”

“So? I am friendly!”

“And you are.” He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “But you use it as a shield rather than a magnet.”

The werewolf dropped his hand. “If you want me to stop, I will.”

You swallowed and jumped when the kettle whistled. You caught your breath and grabbed two mugs from the counter. “Can’t we just talk? Maybe if we do, you’ll make up your own mind.”

The werewolf scoffed. His gaze was gentle, and that almost hurt the most.  “Fine. This isn’t how the courtship is supposed to go. But for you, I’ll do anything.”

Your heart skipped and you had to avoid his eyes to keep from blushing. “You don’t need to go that far,” you replied. “But, I’ve not had company over since I moved. Aside from Mrs. Locklear anyways.”

“How are you liking it?” He asked.

“Oh, it’s wonderful.” You went on to talk about your love of the town. That then led to some idle chat about childhood and the like. You discussed your favorite toys as kids. Both of you had at one point collected Pokemon cards. Yours was sold while you were away at summer camp one year.

When you woke up in the morning you were in bed. Clothed but comfortable in bed. “Must have fallen asleep talking,” you grumbled. You got out of bed and changed out of your old clothes.

After a quick shower, you went into the kitchen. Through the glass door, you saw a cardboard box sitting on the porch.

“Did he leave something else?” You murmured as you stepped outside. You opened the box, finding an old binder covered in various stickers. Inside was a large collection of pokemon cards.

“Oh my gosh!” You gasped.

You spent the Saturday morning going through the cards, reminiscing and genuinely enjoying yourself. You had so many of the same cards, even a special page just for rares to show off. There were also old toys that you went through, happily setting them up in a line on your coffee table.

“I can’t believe he gave me these. This is amazing!” You squealed with excitement, still finding another binder at the bottom. Then your stomach began growling and you made something to eat, having got lost in the nostalgia of everything.

“One last thing,” you sighed, content with a fresh pot of tea and a steaming mug. You took out the last binder, finding it had a bunch of old drawings inside with the cards. The werewolf had attempted to make his own pokemon cards, which was amazingly cute.

One drawing had a signature. Your heart pounded. The werewolf’s name. You were used to reading and translating kid scratch, it wouldn’t be hard for you to make out. You looked away for a moment processing if you wanted such knowledge. You looked back, because of course now you wanted to know.

“You’re kidding!” You yelled to yourself as you held the childhood picture up. You made a quick call to Mrs. Locklear while getting out of pajamas. You then raced out of the house, following Mrs. Locklear’s directions.

Soon, you were standing outside a bright red door of the A frame. The place looked small, even smaller than your place.

Then the door opened.

Kayden sleepily blinked at you a few times. “What are you doing here?” He had on an open hoodie and not much else.

You handed Kayden the drawing from his Pokemon collection. “I really like Mewtwo too.” You stiffened your shoulders, trying to avoid eye contact with his hairy masculine chest.

“Shit,” Kayden grumbled as he looked at the page. “This uhm…this isn’t how the courtship is supposed to go.”

You held up the second thing you brought with you, coffee from the local cafe. “You could have told me!”

“Yeah but tradition is-”

“I like you Kayden!” You blurted out, unable to contain it anymore. 

Kayden was silent then again, he was usually always that way so it shouldn’t have been a surprise.

“I like you,” you repeated, slower and softer. You realized it was your first time admitting that to anymore. You always held it in, always happier to be protected from anything too strong. Attachment was hard. 

“On my first day at the daycare,” you continued, wanting to keep that strength up. “One of the hamsters died. It was hard and I was given the task of dealing with it while the others talked to the kids. You helped me make a little grave for it. Even though it was really silly.”

Kayden shook his head.

“You didn’t say a word. You helped me. You even found the most perfect little box-” Your voice caught in your throat. “You didn’t need to court me or hunt or anything. I just…I just like talking to you.”

Kayden’s expression changed. For the first time since you met him, his brows moved, his mouth changed. He had this sweet, youthful puppy dog look. His eyes melted your heart. He brought you into a tight embrace against his bare chest. Right! He was practically half naked. Despite that, you hugged him in return.

“Sorry,” he pulled away reluctantly. “I’ve barely slept at all.”

“I kept you up. And you went and got your pokemon collection.” You smiled at him, hoping he knew how much it meant. “If you’re tired. I can go.”

He shook his head. “No. I want to spend time with you. Come in, please.” He stepped aside, letting you into his home.

The A frame had a high ceiling, but there was a loft at the top. The entrance led into a kitchenette and laundry room where dark clothes were shoved and piled into a basket.

“I haven’t had a chance to really clean yet today.” Kayden tried hiding the mess in the sink.

“It’s okay. I came over uninvited.” You blushed, smiling up at him.

“The living room is nice. I did fall asleep in there though.” He took you to the next portion of the main floor where a living room was set up. His television was on, but quiet, displaying a rather cutesy looking anime. He quickly turned that off. 

“Your place is cozy.”

“That’s how I prefer things,” he muttered. He cleared off a blanket from the couch. “Sit down.” He then took the little carry case of drinks from you. “I can make something to eat if you’re hungry.”

“I’m fine,” You replied.

You never expected to see Kayden of all people flustered. But he was. He looked so much more boyish now.

“I guess it is late in the day for most people.” He took a seat beside you.

Warmth spread up through your cheeks. “Thanks for putting me to bed last night. Sorry I fell asleep on you.”

He had a smile on his face. “Actually it was nice. I held you for a little bit when you fell asleep on me.” His cheeks got darker. “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable though.”

“I’m surprised how much I-” You hesitated, realizing now how close you both were. You looked up into his eyes. “How comfortable I am around you.”

He smiled again. Reaching out and touching your face, cupping his large, warm hand over your cheek. That smile was almost too much. After seeing him steel-faced for so long, it was like meeting a new person. He didn’t look any different, but he felt like a fuller version of the Kayden you came to like.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” He asked, his cheeks growing even darker. “And, if I do kiss you, just know, there may be more than one.”

Your insides squirmed with excitement. “Sure.”

His lips were gentle at first, soft and light. He smelled like pine trees and cold air with a hint of spicy deodorant. Your lips parted with a gasp and he pressed closer. His lips were firmer, his grip was tightening. His hands moved down, caressing your neck and shoulder before resting on your hip.

Something was happening to you. It was sudden and powerful, claiming a tight hold of your senses. It was like hunger, but much deeper. You gasped again and his arm coiled around your waist, pulling you in even more to his body. Your palm grasped his chest and his heartbeat was hammering into your palm.

Your eyes met for the briefest of moments and then, next thing you knew, you were bent over the back of the sofa, your clothes disheveled and pushed up, your hair pulled from the messy bun. Kayden’s hands were fiercely gripping your hips while his nose and tongue were buried inside you, slurping, feasting.

Oh my god! You thought loud in your mind. How did you get here?

Kayden snarled, nipping your thighs. “So soft.” he kissed. “So wet for me.” He let out a raspy chuckle. “This perfect little ass.” His fingers groped, squeezing you. “I can’t believe I’m touching it.” He nibbled on your cheek, licking then biting again.

You got there so fast. It was like your body took over and acted on it’s own accord, overriding any overthinking your brain might have had. You were shocked, but you were enjoying it more than you thought.

“Pretty girl.” Kayden was rising up, kissing up your bare back. “Beautiful.” He kissed along your spine then bit your ribs. There was fur against you, powerful claws holding your hips. The werewolf was out.

“Hmm.” Kayden moaned as he stood up. “Spread your thighs a little more for me.”

You did so, meekly glancing over your shoulder to see if he approved. You watched him shiver, his tongue dart along his sharp teeth.

“Good girl,” he growled. “You’re so obedient.” His grin grew. “I like that, especially here.” he came closer to you, petting your rear. Something warm and hard grinded up against your thigh. “Fuck, I love how soft you are. You smell so good too.”

Oh! Oh! Your mind was spinning. Whatever was against your thigh was…big! Maybe too big? You’d not really gotten to try anything…big. But this was- 

Trying to glance back to see what was there, you were greeted by another kiss. Kayden bit and nibbled your lip, lapping your tongue with his. “You taste good everywhere,” he snarled between heavy breaths. 

“Kayden,”  you whimpered.

“I know, I know.” His hand curled around, groping your breasts. “You need me right?” he moaned, his cock slipping between your thighs. “This usually happens out in the woods. But I can’t control myself. You’re too cute. Too sweet. I need to fuck you now. You make me crazy and I love it so much.”

His words were too much. You buried your face against the couch pillows as Kayden’s cock slipped in and he appeared surprised by the ease at it.

“Fuck, how did you get even wetter?” He moaned into your ear. “How did you know I love a wet pussy like that? Good girl. Perfect girl.”

What was he trying to do to you?

“Can I breed you?” he growled into your ear, his grinding growing more intense. “I want to come in you. Fill you up. I want to see my seed dripping from that perfect pussy of yours.”

What? Your mind was screaming.

“Please,” he whimpered. “Let me breed you, my good girl.”

Your lips parted, mouth dry. “Come in me!” Who was that?

Kayden chuckled in your ear. “I knew you were going to be my good girl.” The tip of his cock tickled along your lips, then it was there, pressing inside. It was easy for him to slide in, to fill you, to make you cry out from surprise. 

“Like that?” Kayden whispered. “Did it feel good?”

You whimpered, nodding.

“Werewolf cock, you can get addicted.” He pressed in deeper, reaching parts inside you that felt undiscovered.

“You whimper so cutely. Do it more.” He thrust so suddenly, almost knocking the breath out of you.

You moaned into the pillow, gasping for breath right after.

“Good girl,” he moaned. “There.” he grinded inside you and something was pressing at your mound. “Feel that? Feel my knot?”

His what?

“Once I thrust my fat knot into you, there’s no going back,” he growled. “Until I spill all my come inside you and breed that adorable pussy, there’s no stopping.”

Did you want to?

Kayden leaned into your ear. “Tell me, do you want that?”

“Yes,” you whined. 

Kayden kissed you, turning your head back. “Good girl.” He pushed you down, pressing closer, tighter. His knot was thick as it slid in you. At first you weren’t sure it would fit. There was no way! Then pop. It was in place inside you. 

Kayden’s fingers tensed on your body and he shuddered. “I’ve never knotted someone before. Fuck. It’s amazing! Your pussy makes me feel so good!”

He was deep inside, making your head spin and core pulse. It was too much, it wasn’t enough at all. He had you crying out, making you climax before you could even think. How he was able to keep going after that, you weren’t sure. But his stamina was unmatched.

The werewolf had you all over his ground floor. His couch, table, on the kitchen counter, even the washing machine. When it was his time to erupt you were balanced on the very edge of the washing machine, legs wrapped around his waist. He was snarling, grunting, his face contorting.

“Hurry,” you whispered. “Come inside me.”

He gnashed his teeth.

“Come for me,” you whispered again.

He locked eyes with you, thrusting harder and harder until he went still. His whole body tensed. He pulsed inside. The jerk of his cock made you shudder.

“Yes!” he hissed. “I’m breeding my mate!”

You were on the pill, it was all just for show. But holy hell was that even better than you expected!

Kayden panted, pulling you off the washing machine and laying you on the clothes below. He was still stuck to you as he cuddled you, nuzzling your soft hair then kissing your cheek.

“Do you like werewolves now?” He whispered.

You nodded, still catching your breath.

He grinned. “Good girl.”

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Kayden the Werewolf: Part Two

𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻 - 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 - 𝓗𝓾𝓻𝓽 𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓨𝓸𝓾-

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓞𝓷𝓮

 His face was much easier to read while he slept. He wasn’t posing or tensing. His brow wasn’t pulled, his mouth wasn’t set in line. He was relaxed, comfortable, completely unaware you were staring at him and memorizing every contour. Okay, maybe that was a bit creepy. But how could you not? Kayden was gorgeous, certainly the most attractive man you had ever dated. His long lashes, his wavy hair, his lips. You were utterly smitten, smacked around by cupid, for him.

Suddenly, Kayden rolled over, laying part of himself on you as he continued to sleep. He snuggled to your chest, clad in his shirt. He was so cute! He was hardly ever cute around you. You loved the weight of his head on your chest, his hand resting softly on your belly.

But oh. Oh! What was that on your leg? Something hard. Something dick shaped! You wriggled a bit to move my leg. And yup, his cock was hard. When did he take off his underwear in the night? Hey, that’s okay, you assured yourself, morning wood is a thing. It happens! Stuff like this is natural.

Kayden grumbled in his sleep. His arm stretched out further, laying across you. His hand then curled, grabbing you side and pulling you in closer. There was a rumble of thunder outside at the same time. Well, everyone in town had been gossiping all week about a huge storm coming. Maybe that was it.

Your thoughts of rain and thunder distracted you long enough for Kayden to strike. He rubbed his face between your breasts, grabbing you in a tight embrace. He moaned, breathing in and letting out a snarl.

“I want it.”

“Kayden!” You gasped, unsure if you should fight or see what he was doing. “Good morning.” You pet the top of his head, running your hands through his soft hair.

He growled low again and it tickled your sternum. “I want it,” he drawled again.

“It sounds like we won’t be working in the garden at school today.” You let out a nervous chuckle. “You can sleep in if you want.”

Kayden’s head zipped down, disappearing under the quilt.

“Kayden?” You lifted the quilt to peek under. Kayden was kissing your belly, your thighs. He breathed against the front of your panties.

“Oh!” You flopped back against the bed, biting back a smug smirk. “Okay, uhm…I don’t know how active I’ll be in the morning but I am-” Your voice drifted off as Kayden’s warm tongue lapped against the fabric of your panties. You could feel his breath, a tinge of wetness. You swallowed back that throbbing of your heart and tried to catch a deep breath.

“Th-that feel since,” you giggled girlishly. “But we have to get ready for uhm…for uh…work!”

Kayden moved aside your panties, licking your folds directly. He wasn’t concerned about work or much else. He moaned against you, pressing in deeper so his tongue parted the soft flesh.

“Kayden,” you began to really lose your breath.

He kissed and growled, finding your clit to focus all his attention upon.

You closed your eyes, throwing our head back as the wolf under the blanket began to feast at your red riding hood. 

Lightening flashed right outside the window of the A frame with thunder booming soon after. You jolted, snapping your thighs tight around Kayden’s head.

“Ow!” He said in a laugh.

“Sorry!” You smashed yourself back down into the bed, releasing him. “I don’t like storms.”

Another laugh emanated from under the quilt.

“You think that’s funny? It’s not! Not for me anyways. I get really scared. Like, panicked even.” You pouted. “When I was a kid I would hide in my mom’s closet and wrap myself up in her winter coat to try and block the sounds out.”

Kayden’s head popped out from under the blanket. “I don’t think that’s funny.”

You frowned ta him.

“I don’t,” he was tempted to chuckle, but didn’t. “What scares you so bad? Is it the loud noise?”

“Kind of. I don’t like much of it at all.”

His head tilted, and some of his chestnut curls popped out from under the quilt. “How come?”

“Lightning struck my childhood home,” you confessed. “It hit the roof and it caught on fire. My dad was trying to put it out and he fell off the roof. Then my grandpa hurt his leg trying to help my dad. It was…it was a really stressful night…morning…week.”

His expression went soft. “That is scary.”

“I know people like storms, and it may be silly to be so scared of it all at my age, but I can still remember that night like it happened yesterday. My grandma wasn’t sure what to do so she put me and my brother in her car while my mom tried to cover dad up from the rain while we waited for the ambulance.” You frowned, looking up at the ceiling. “I hated that car. It smelled like cigarettes and White Diamond perfume, and the old car seat grandma had pinched my legs. And she always had Elvis playing in it. I hated Elvis too. Sometimes when it storms, I can still smell her ash tray overflowing in the car. That’s why I would always hide in mom’s closet, to smell her and not cigarettes with White Diamonds.”

Shaking your head you scoff. “Mom and Dad laugh about it now. It makes me mad when they do. It was so scary for me, I thought it was for them too.”

“How about you stay with me then?”

I cut my eyes back to Kayden’s face, his head covered by the quilt. “I’ll take care of you during this big storm. I’ll make sure you don’t get scared, or smell cigarettes.” His fingers were inside you, pressing against that most sensitive of spots. “I’ll distract you from it. Even if the power goes out, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable and calm. I bet I could even make you like storms.”

You whimpered, shutting your eyes tight and biting your bottom lip. Damn him and his long, strong fingers. “Hey…what about…it’s early.” You were having a hard time collecting your thoughts.

He laughed seductively, moaning into your ear. “That’s my good girl. You get so wet for me.” His fingers were the ones making the magic happen, his voice happened to be the overkill.

Your teeth released your bottom lip and you let out a sigh. Kayden licked your lips then bit the tip of your ear. “I want you so fucking bad.” His deep voice growled against your skin, vibrating down to your core.

Thunder rattled the windows and you locked yourself tightly around Kayden. Your thighs trapped his hand and your hands clutched tight onto his arms.

“Aw, my poor girl.” He kissed and nibbled your neck. “There’s nothing to worry about while I’m here.” He growled into your ear. His arm bulged under your grasp, becoming furrier, thicker. “I’m going to protect you. I promise.”

You whimpered, burying your face into the curve of his now fluffy neck.

His warm body pressed against you. He was wrapped around you like your mom’s wool, winter coat. Heavy, a little scratch, but ultimately warm and inviting. 

“What’s scarier, huh?” He kissed your cheek, pressing his cold nose to you temple. “Me? Or that silly storm?”

You opened your eyes, gazing up at the mighty wolf above you. “Don’t tease me.”

“But it’s fun.” He opened my thighs again, settling himself between him. He laid his cock against your thigh and pushed up your shirt. “I like to make you pout.”

You took that very look off your face. 

Laughing, Kayden slowly moved into position. “The way this storm is going, I’ve got all weekend to tease you.” He arched his hips, placing the tip of his cock at your folds. “How lucky am I?”

He pressed inside slowly, filling you until the knot pressed firmly against you. A sigh escaped your lips and you moved your hands up his back. You would get used to this soon right? You’d get used to the werewolf? The pleasure? You hoped not, but maybe one day you wouldn’t get so flustered every time.

The thunder faded away, leaving only the patter of rain behind. Everything was calm and covered in fog. The world hadn’t started yet. The morning rain had made time freeze. But inside the A frame, everything was moving very quickly. Kayden’s deep thrusts, his growing growls. You were pushed back into the pillows, your moans growing louder.

“Take it! Take it!” Kayden said through gnashed teeth.

There was a pop, a stillness. Kayden was silent as he held his breath tight in his chest. The knot was inside you, firm, tight, almost pushing you over the edge. One more hard thrust and you could topple over.

Kayden laughed as he pushed aside pillows. “Fuck, you’re perfect. You take my cock and knot like they were made for you. I’m proud of you.” He licked his teeth as he gazed down upon you. “Are you gonna be even better and come for me?”

Why did he always want to talk at these moments? You were a blushing, wheezing mess, yet he could be moments away from nutting and still dirty talk you like he wasn’t even the least bit flustered.

“I’ll give you a present,” He stroked your cheek. “I love how flushed you get. Rosy cheeks and your pussy.” His laugh snapped you out of it for a moment.

“Sssshhhh!” You managed to hiss out.

His fluffy ears perked up. “Oh? What’s that?” he leaned down. “You finally got the nerve to say something while I’m inside you?” He rut his hips, circling them so he pressed against your walls. 

“Muh-maybe you ssshhhh-should stop talking,” you whimpered.

His smirk grew and his ears slicked back. “You found your voice!” he was teasing you now. “I want you to use it while I make you come.” He thrust in deeper, pressing before pulling back and thrusting in again. Something about the knot made everything that more intense. It pressed against everything good, making every motion of his body ripple through your like an electric current. 

“That’s it. It’s all over your face,” he snarled. “Talk to me. Open those lips for me. I want to hear your voice! Come for me. Come for me!”

What did you say as the orgasm erupted in your body? You weren’t sure, but there was a certain reaction on Kayden’s face as you screamed it. You weren’t able to process it, everything went to white, hot light as you came. Your body tensed, relaxed, and your lashes fluttered. You melted into the bed, panting for breath as Kayden stilled above you.

“That’s it,” he whispered, petting your chest. “Take me.” He slowly moved aside, laying back down upon the bed beside you.

You rolled over to cuddle him, but he was strangely still and quiet. His eyes were focused upon the ceiling. Beyond the ceiling actually, it was like he was staring through it and into the sky, through the sky even. 

 “Is something wrong?” You asked.

“Hm? No.” He turned his head away. “Just listening to the rain. That’s all.”

You pouted. He was usually so cuddly and snuggly after sex. He seemed a bit distant now. You rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes to also hear the pitter patter of rain. What did you say? You know you said something but everything was pushed out with the climax.

Kayden sat up. “We should get ready for work though. I can’t believe how late it got.”

“I told you!” Your legs wobbled as you got out of bed.

At school, the kids were obviously disappointed that the rain had canceled gardening day. Instead, you had them draw what their own ideal gardens would look like. 

“You can make them all flowers, vegetables, giant berry bushes! Whatever you would like,” you told them. “Imagine growing up and planting one behind your house.”

“My dad said no one can afford a whole house,” one child chimed in.

“Uh-” You were stunned, unsure how to respond. 

“He said we’re lucky Mrs. Locklear gives us a good deal.”

“Mr. Billy lets my mom pay in cookies sometimes,” another kid added to the conversation.

How the hell was I going to get out of this? “Imagine you can buy a house!” You laughed, desperate. “You can do anything with your imagination.”

“My mom does! She writes books!” A little girl cheered excitedly.

“See?” You hoped to get off the topic of the crumbling infrastructure and the bleak outlook of housing. “You can do anything you imagine!”

“I can’t fly!” A kid screamed as there was a knock on the door.

The door opened and Kayden stepped in, thank goodness. Hopefully this would redirect the kids’ minds.

 “Here about the leak.” He dragged in his toolkit with him. All the kids waved and welcomed him into the room.

“What’s up little people?” He mumbled.

You motioned to the window. “Over here. It’s leaking pretty bad.”

“Oh yeah, this is the only classroom left with the old windows,” he continued to barely speak up. “Shouldn’t be a problem. They’ll probably replace these over the summer. But I’ll get the leak under control.”

“Thanks.” You smiled and he looked as though he was blushing.

“Okay kids, let's put down our things for a minute,” you called out. “It’s time for snacks.” You rolled out the prepared snack tray. You picked up one of the metal pans that held the snacks and started delivering them to the kids.

“Mr. Kayden, would you like one?” You offered sweetly. It was the last paper bowl on the tray. It would have been yours, but you thought Kayden would need it more. “We have orange slices and  carrots because orange is the color of the day.” You set the empty baking sheet down to take the snack to him.

He took your offering. “Thanks, teacher.” Even in front of the kids he wasn’t going to smile. “The snack from this morning is wearing off.”

I glared at him, giving him a warning. “Shh!” I hissed.

He licked his lips before biting into a baby carrot.

“We also have mango juice for-”

Thunder as loud as it could possibly be rang out through the classroom. You screamed, grabbing ahold of your ears to cover them. This caused a knee jerk reaction from all your students. Dozens of little eyes stared at you. One student held the baking sheet, having dropped it on the ground which caused the loud, thunder-like noise.

“Pfft-”

Your eyes darted to Kayden.

His face was red, his eyes shining. He was biting down on his lip so he didn’t laugh. Puffs of air escaped his nose, a smile spread as you stared at him. The kids all started to giggle. Kayden laughed.

He laughed.

Julian came into the room with the cups. “Is everything okay in here? I heard a scream.” he looked concerned, just like Kayden should have.

“Yeah! Fine!” You gave Kayden a terrified but angry look before turning and heading over to Julian. “Just got startled is all. I’m not a fan of storms.” You admitted under your breath to him.

“Looks like you’re headed for an unhappy weekend then,” Julian chuckled. “Supposed to be big thunderstorms all week.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Julian tilted his head. “You sure you’re okay.”

Your brow was pinched as you took the cups. “Yeah. I’ll be okay. I just need to distract myself.” 

You kept your back turned to Kayden as you couldn’t stand the sight of him now. You poured juice, accidentally spilling some as your hands were shaking.

Why would he laugh at you? Especially after you told him how badly storms scared you. You could still vividly remember that night as a child. The sound of your dad falling off the roof, his small, quick yell. Your grandfather screaming just out the front door. Your mom panicked, your grandma lifting you up into her arms and her bulky, flowery necklace poking you in the face.

“Here, let me do that.” Julian took over pouring the juice for you, as your hands were still shaking.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Do you want to take an early lunch? I can handle things from here.” He gave you a reassuring smile. “We’re drawing gardens right? Maybe I could read them some Amelia Bedelia.”

“Yeah. Okay. Thanks.” You wiped your hands off on your smock. “I think I’ll do that. And the kids will love that.”

Despite Kayden being in your classroom most of the day, you did everything in your power to ignore him. The more you saw him, the angrier you got. The longer the day went on, the more you over thought, and his laugh pierced you like a knife. Everytime you caught a glimpse of him or even heard him working on the window, that laugh stabbed at you again. If he would laugh at you over that, what else would he laugh at? Would he laugh every time your period cramps got too bad? Would he laugh when you cried during movies? Would he laugh if you got hit by a car? 

Things spiraled into your mind until you had no other choice than to be angry with him. You’d stay angry forever!

At the end of the day, you were finishing up cleaning for the weekend when Kayden popped his head into the door.

“Wanna go get some food, babe?”

You remained quiet, brow pinched. Babe! Ha! He had the nerve to call you that. By this point, you had thought too much, it was too late for him.

He walked into the room, hands shoved into the pockets of his coveralls. “I was thinking we could pick up a few snacks too, get settled in for the stormy weekend.”

“I think I’ll just go home,” you pouted.

Kayden's lips slightly parted. “Oh…okay.”

You slammed papers down upon the desk to even them out. “I don’t want to get laughed at all weekend.” You set the stack of paper into a basket.

His brows raised and his hands slipped from his pockets. “Laughed at?” His face was blank for a brief moment before he remembered, but I was already heading for the door.

“Wait!”

“Sorry, I’m busy.” You hurry down the hallway, unsure if he is chasing you or not. It didn’t matter, you were too mad to talk to him anyways. You were stopped in your tracks as you went to step outside. It was raining still, everything was wet and muddy. 

“You came with me. Let me take you home at least!”

You stormed outside, using your smock to cover your head.

“Are you crazy?” Kayden snapped.

“You’ll see crazy if you keep following me!” You snapped back at him.

He stared, jaw slack, eyes wide. “What?”

Maybe it was a bit dramatic to run out into the rain like that. You didn’t have your car, and by the time you got to your apartment, you were soaked to the bone. You sat at your kitchen table, wrapped in a robe and blanket while you stared into your cup waiting for the tea to steep.

It wasn’t funny to you. Why would he laugh like he did? You just told him how frightened you were of storms, of the loud thunder. Whatever excuse he had, you didn’t want to hear it, so your phone was off.

So much for protecting you over the weekend.

You glanced through the kitchen window, watching the deluge come down. The small awning over the back porch was sagging with the heavy weight of all that rain. Gray water poured down, hitting the earth with a splattering, sputtering sound that was surely kicking up dirt and grass.

“I should talk to Mrs. Locklear about that,” you grumbled. You lifted up the cup of tea to take a sip when there was a low, ominous rumbling in the distance. Your hands clinched tight around the mug, you shoulders tensed, and you eyes flicked back out to the window.

“One…two…three…” You slowly began counting down until you saw lightning. But it never flashed, so you breathed a sigh of relief. “Still far off.” You drank some tea and grimaced. “Bitter.”

Leaving the cup behind, you got up and went to the bedroom, throwing yourself down upon the bed. Sprawled out, you took in a deep breath and closed your eyes. That morning had been so nice. Waking up to Kayden cuddled up on you, his beautiful hair, his long eyelashes. Why did it have to get ruined? Why did this storm have to interrupt it at all and change everything?

Why did he laugh?

You sighed loudly, dramatically. Rolling over onto your side, you glared at the wall across from you. Maybe you should talk to him. Maybe he did have something to say to excuse his laugh.

Thunder rumbled again and your eyes cut over to the shut curtains.

Sitting up, you went back into the kitchen, picking up your turned off phone from the table. You looked at it, wondering if you wanted to see how many times he had called or how many texts he sent. You didn’t want excuses though. Him trying to talk his way out of it was only going to annoy you more. Maybe that’s what you wanted though, to have reason to stay mad at him.

He laughed at you! Stay mad!

You turned on the phone, watching the loading screen twinkle and chime before it went to the wallpaper and clock. Nothing popped up at first.

You were about to get mad at that.

“I’m sorry.” The text appeared, alone, singular, nothing else.

Your mouth hung open. “That’s it?” You unlocked your phone to make sure that wasn’t all. One phone call. Two texts.

“Please tell me you got home safe. I’ll leave you alone after that.”

“I’m sorry.”

That was all? Were you impressed or were you about to erupt?

“I’m home.” Was all you texted.

Then you waited. You stared at your phone clutched tightly in you hand. What if he tapped at your window then? Had he been watching you all that time? He better not be pulling an Edward Cullen!

Your phone chimed as the thoughts began to spiral again. “I’m glad. I was worried.”

“Glad? You’re glad?” You snapped at the phone. Another chime stopped you from turning your phone off again.

“It’s supposed to get bad tonight. I want you make sure you’re going to be okay.”

“How dare you care about me? You care now? Not when I was actually scared?” You snarled at the phone. “Damn him,” you muttered.

“Can I send you take out?”

“Fuck you!” You snapped at the phone. “Stop being nice! I want to stay mad.” Tears welled up and you sniffled. “Stop ignoring it.” You sat back down at the table, staring at his kind offer to get you food. He knew you hadn’t gone shopping yet, you both were going to do that Sunday. That had been the plan. The Food Rainbow always had the best sells on Sunday, and if you beat the church crowd it was bliss.

“You like the Pho at Charlie’s Garden, right?”

Stop it.

“Maybe the bagel basket as Cthulu Brew.”

“Are you trying to apologize?” You typed. You deleted it and typed something else out before deleting that. “Do you know why you’re apologizing?” You hit send, but you instantly regretted it.

“I sound like a fucking nag!” You whimpered, standing back up again.

“I laughed.”

Yeah you fucking laughed! You traitor!

“I’m sorry. It startled me and I laughed as a reflex.”

No forgiveness, or else that dramatic running away you did was even more ridiculous by context.

“You know how scared I get.”

“I know. It wasn’t a good look.”

Good look! Ha! It was hideous, disgusting, monstrous. Liek his werewolf form had rolled around in poop and mud.

No. Stop. That wasn’t kind either.

“I’ll send you food.”

Stop trying to take care of me, you thought.

“Another boar? How about a deer?”

Stop trying to make jokes! 

“I’ll be fine. I just need to cool off.”

“I understand.”

You pouted, setting your phone down and walking over to the back door. The rain was still coming down, the waterfall from the awning was somehow worse. Your eyes flicked up, noticing what looked like a screw ont he awning frame coming loose. You squinted your eyes, stepping closer to the glass of the door. The awning came apart, falling downa nd breaking a window pane. All that rain water came down at once, flooding the porch and seeping in through the back door and sloshing through the broken window. 

You yelped, jumping into action by trying to block the door with the towel wrapped around your hair. But there was so much pouring in at once, the old door couldn’t hold it back. You ran and grabbed more towels from the bathroom, shoving them around the door and floor. You then worked on cleaning up the shatter glass, but it had exploded all through the kitchen.

Thunder rumbled again amongst all this panic, but this time, lightning flashed near by.

“Fuck.” You grabbed you phone and made a hurried search on how to temporarily repair a broken window. You scurried through the kitchen, barefoot, to find some duct tape and anything waterproof. You stepped on glass and right as you were stopping to look, the power went off.

You whimpered, ready to break down in tears.

You hobbled to the bathroom though, managing to light the candle there and use your phone to check the damage. The piece of glass was hard to find against all the blood. It hurt to touch and you wondered if you would have to get the foot removed. You kept blood from flooding the wound and you managed to get out the shard of glass.

Thunder boomed and you screamed, falling into the tub where you curled up there. You gathered up your courage to put a bandaid on your foot, then you hunted for a pair of socks to cover it. Your room was extra dark, and even with the phone flashlight it was hard to search the drawers.

Again, thunder roared, ripping through you, tearing apart your nervous system. You don’t remember flinging yourself into your closet, but as you curled up in the far corner, you realized it wasn’t as good as your mother’s closet. The smell wasn’t there, her lingering scent of laundry detergent and vanilla musk. You sniffled, covering your head with the bridesmaid gown you wore for a college friend’s wedding.

“It’s okay,” you tried to assure yourself. “It’s okay. You’re going to be fine.”

The bright flash of lightning made you cower back into the closet. You wrapped the skirt around your head again.

“It stinks in here,” you grumbled.

“Where are you?” The voice came from the front, muffled by clothes wrapped around your head. “Oh my god…hey!” Kayden called out your name, sounding panicked. “Where are you?”

“Here!” You started to full on sob in the closet, sobbing into that bridesmaid gown and a pair of old jeans.

There was a good scent now, a warm scent. “It’s okay,” he said gently as he knelt down in the closet before you. 

You wanted to see him, but you were frozen in place as you sobbed.

“I was going to leave the food outside but I smelled blood and I…sorry. I just barged in.” He murmured.

“It’s okay,” You shuddered through sobs.

“I saw the kitchen. Let me go patch that up okay? I have some old tarp in my car I can use.” He started to stand up, hesitating before leaving.

You wanted him to stay, you wanted to follow him, but thunder once again broke what little calm you gathered and you shoved yourself back into that corner. You listened for Kayden as he worked in the kitchen. After a while, he came back to the closet. 

“Want to come out?” His hand reached out, touching your knee. “Or do you want me to go?”

“Please stay,” you whimpered.

“Then can you come out?”

You slowly unwrapped the jeans from around your ears, seeing him for the first time. You took his hand, crawling out from the closet with him. He picked you up, carrying you to the bed where you wrapped you up in blankets.

“I’ll go get the food.”

You nodded, blinking tears from your eyes.

He smiled at you, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry I find you cute right now.”

You flicked him a dirty look, but you couldn’t hold it. Instead your pouted. “What food did you bring?”

“I wasn’t sure. I got you noodles, dumplings, and bagels.”

You sniffled. “You’re trying too hard.”

He chuckled. “Maybe I am.” He left, vanishing briefly before he came back with three bags. “What do you want to start with?”

“Noodles,” you were still pouting.

Kayden sat down on the bed beside you, taking out a container and opening it for you. The noodles smelled wonderful, garlicky, tangy, and exactly what you needed. Your grandmother always made noodles when you had a bad day.

“Once the rain lets up, I’ll fix that leak in your door. I’m sure Mrs. Locklear will get the window replaced real quick. But until then, we should stay at my place.” Kayden said trying to be of comfort.

“I’m not going out there,” you said between bites.

He chuckled. “I know. Not tonight. But I’ll stay here tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch if you want me to.”

“No. You can sleep here.”

“I am really sorry I hurt your feelings,” he replied. “I didn’t realize what had happened until it was too late. Then I thought I could ignore it and hoped you would forget.” he shook his head. “I guess I was hoping for an easy fix.”

“You made me think that this morning as all for nothing,” you grumbled. “I don’t tell people I’m scared of storms because they do laugh like that.”

Kayden’s beautiful eyes fell apologetically on me. “I know.”

You offered him the container and he took it, eating noodles while you opened up another containing the spicy pho.

In the morning, you woke to the sound of gentle rain and small beams of light coming through the curtains. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. They were puffy and sore from crying. You sighed with relief that the storm had passed. You never thought you’d fall asleep last night, but having Kayden there helped.

Kayden!

You sat up, looking around for him. He wasn’t in bed, and it seemed the power was still out. You got out of bed, walking through the quiet. It was always so strange how quiet it was without any power.

You stepped into the kitchen, seeing Kayden had taped up a panel of tarp both inside and outside of the broken window. The towels had been cleaned up as well, and there was only one around the bottom. Your phone was still on the table so you picked it up.

“Went to get us breakfast. Hopefully power isn’t out in town.” The text on screen read.

You sighed with relief as you made yourself comfortable at the table. “How does town look?” You asked.

It took a bit, but he responded. “Sorry, I’ll be a bit. There were a couple of trees down on the way in so I stopped to help.”

“That’s okay. I was mainly worried when I didn’t see you this morning.”

“Not mad at me anymore?”

You pursed your lips. “Don’t push your luck buddy.” You set your phone down to inspect the fridge. Maybe you had some cold brew left over you could have to tide you over until Kayden got back home. There were some chimes behind you as you took out the bottle.

You added caramel sauce and creamer, then sat down to inspect the texts.

“I can’t wait to get back and make you cum.”

You nearly spit out your drink.

“I’m going to knot you all day, baby.”

“To make up for those tears I’m going to make you cry out my name.”

Then there was a picture of the bulge in his jeans.

You gulped down your coffee and typed a reply. “You’re crazy.”

“Let me be corny and say it’s all for you.”

You bit down on your lip, wondering if you should even reply to that. Your eyes darted around as you tried to plot out a coherent reply.

“There’s a line around the block at Cthulu Brew. It’s one of the few places open.” Kayden replied, sounding less lewd.

“You don’t have to wait if you don’t want to. I’m sure the power will come back on soon. I still have some cold brew if you want it.”

“I want you more than anything.”

There it goes again! How do you reply? You’ve never really sexted before. At least, not with someone who wasn’t long distance. Kayden was right there! Why sext when you could just, you know, actually sex?

“I want to tease that pretty little pussy of yours.”

Your whole head warmed up at once. Who knows how red you got with just that one suggestive sentence. “You’re going to be at the window soon!”

“No too soon. I’ve got time to metaphorically fool around. I want you to be dripping wet by the time I get home.”

He’s not fooling around! “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m serious about this teasing.”

You pouted. “I don’t know what to say,” you texted.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

Everything was warm, steamy. It was humid, but also, just thinking about all the things Kaydenb did to you got your warm under the collar.

“Do you want to touch my cock?”

You bit your lip a little more.

“Do you want to feel me in your throat again?”

Yes. No! He couldn’t read your mind could he. You’d barely ever given oral, but Kayden’s cock always seemed to be begging for it. The glistening tip was so nice on your tongue, even better as it started to press at your throat. You pinched your thighs together.

“Talk to me.”

You released your lip from your teeth and ran your tongue over it. “Will you be a werewolf for me?”

“Of course. Is that what you like?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on now, baby. Tell me what you want.”

You thought about the previous morning, how he snuck under the covers, how his hard sex pressed into your thigh. “ I want-” you typed out and hesitated. “I want-” you said out loud as you tried to get the words out. You then messaged him your reply.

“I want you to call me a good girl.”

“You like that huh?”

“I want you to massage me, rub me all over. Tease me.”

“With this?”

He sent a picture of him sitting in his car, his jeans unzipped and cock exposed.

“You’re in public!” You fuss.

“No one is around.”

You frowned, but your eyes kept focusing on his hard, thick cock. Your mind went blurry, remembering how good it felt inside. Throbbing. Pulsing. Filling you with heat.

“Are you touching it?”

“I am.”

You reached a hand between your thighs and began grinding on your wrist. “Why would you do that there of all places?”

“Because if I don’t I’ll jump out of the car and hump the first tree I see.”

You giggled. “Aren't you worried you’ll get caught?”

“Nah. It feels too good to worry. Not as good as you though.”

Your panties felt damp.

“I wanna be inside you.”

You too.

“I want to fuck you. I want to cum inside you and watch it drip out.”

Fuck! You too!

He sent another picture of himself, cock in hand, expression pathetic. “I need you, baby. In more ways than one.”

You lifted up you shirt, taking a picture of your breasts for him. It was exciting and a little embarassing.

“Thank god the line is moving fast. I can’t wait to get home and ravage that little, perfect body of yours.”

You were touching yourself through your panties. “Hurry.”

You pushed aside your panties and rubbed your fingers directly against your warm, dripping sex. You were aching, hungry for him. What had you been mad about?

You must have lost track of time, because the next thing you knew, Kayden was barreling through the door and pressing you into the cold linoleum. He was kissing you, biting you lips, sucking your tongue.

“You perfect thing you,” he snarled. He didn’t waste time by taking off clothes or worrying about where you were. He was inside you, the sipper of his jeans pressing into your leg. He was snarling, feral.

“Good girl! You got so wet for me.” His jowls were glistening, teeth barred.

“Kay-Kayden!” Your voice trembled as he thrust harder and deeper inside you. Was he bigger than usual? His knot was so hot against your folds.

“Take it. Take me. Oh you fucking gorgeous creature. You take my cock so good!” He growled, shivering before locking eyes with you.

“Don’t stop-” you gasped.

His fur stood on end and his eyes flashed. “Never.”

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Cyran should have kept his cool, because a joke repeated twice... is no longer funny.

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but you havent seen the stars yet... 💫🥀

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I finally finished my drawing i started 3 months ago. I saw a post going around on twitter and i had to draw the 3 of them with my Merlin.

I'm also posting this pciture without my Merlin, so that you can add your own Merlin/OC if you want. If you do, please tag me so i can see the end result. 😊

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Soooooo...

Someone extracted Ravion's model and took off his mask and—

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HE'S SOPRETTY AND HNSOME PLSSSSS😭😭😭😭

Credits to @/special_chickin on Twitter/X

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CMON DEV TAT

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I just realized something.

all the swordbearer is.. kinda of coward? Like almost most of them (exception for Soren) bc you could see, they all have kind of problem with low esteem and anxiety. Literally! Even though in end they become the brave hero in their place, I would just like call them the coward heroes/warriors. Bc in anyone interpretation a hero needs to be fearless and full confident, but in here Afkj, they make it obvious these people is has low esteem and was self doubt themselves, then gradually grow and show less of it, and become confident enough to know their own power they had underestimate.

Like Eironn has been underestimate by other wilders and was mostly accused to not take single responsibility, then he's started doubt if he did worth it to be son of the lucent tree if he couldn't even protect it. After that he's come realize, he doesn't need himself solve it alone, he just needs help from other.

Temesia whole time she's become guard, she still feels wrong and and blame herself for what happened to her friend and not feels saint for let that happened to her. While her friend just wanted her move on, and in end she did by the faith stone.

Sinbad always act full confident but he's not, he loves get in trouble after trouble for helped the ladies. He wasn't confident if he could be a captain like his father, in end? He did.

Valka was literally has anxiety, drown in sorrow of watching her commanders lost themselves and the people she once protect see them as hypogean's minions. She's scared and coward when met her long rival again, doubt anything about herself. In end? She's gain confident and knows it's not time stuck in past, and successful defeat her rival.

Honestly Soren it's just had problem with daddy issues, he's pretty confident in himself (even arrogant if you could call it)

Its so random idfk why I just thought about it now.

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ SECOND CHANCE

Synopsis — After losing Gabriella, starting a family of your own was no longer the topic of discussion. You never wanted to push the issue since Miguel is still grieving but when you find out you’re pregnant, you’re scared that he doesn’t want to be a father again.

Music Advisory — Miguel O’Hara x fem!preg!reader // fluff, angst & hurt/comfort, spider-woman!reader, mention of grieving + child loss, established relationship [married couple], mom!reader & dad!miguel, pregnancy [first trimester], pregnancy symptom [passing out], emotional [crying, anxiety, fear, etc.], use of Spanish [google translations included]

Duration — 2.6k words

Words from Artist — This story has been in the making for a long time (literally almost two years😭) so I’m really glad I was able to finish it and share it with you guys because I really love the plot and I love pairing Miguel with prego!reader. As always feel free to comment and reblog, I enjoy reading y’all reactions and would love to hear your thoughts <3

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As you look at your reflection in the mirror, stripped down to only your undergarments with your spider suit in hand to get ready for your newly assigned mission, your eyes are settled on your stomach, imagining the life that's currently growing inside your womb.

You’re currently in the first trimester of the pregnancy and it’s only been a couple months since you found out the news. You’re excited about the pregnancy, it makes your heart warm when you think about bringing a little spider baby into the world.

The only thing you’re worried about with the pregnancy is revealing the information to your husband.

It's been almost a year since Gabriella’s universe was destroyed and Miguel was still feeling all the raw emotions of grief. Some nights you would find him in his office watching old videos with a smile across his lips, reliving the joyous moments of him and his daughter spending time together, and others times you would be comforting him while he cried in your arms, wondering why God had to take away his precious morrita [little girl].

You understand that grief is a process and you’re willing to stand by your husband and help him through it, whenever he needs to talk or just needs you to be with him in his pain, you're there, being whatever he needs in that moment.

You and Miguel used to talk about officially a starting family, he’s the adoptive father of his variants child and he loves her to pieces but both of you wanted to create a new life, you wanted a child that had a mixture of the two of you so you’ve been trying for a baby but after Gabriella’s universe collapsed having children were no longer a topic of discussion. You didn’t want to push him into talking about it until he was ready but now that you have a baby growing in your belly it’s time to talk about it and you’re nervous.

What if Gabriella’s death scarred him so much that he doesn’t want other children? What if he doesn’t want to rebuild the life he lost? The thought of him not being happy about you being pregnant creates a lump in your throat and causes your heart to fall into the pit of your stomach. You’ve been wanting to disclose your pregnancy to him but you’re scared, scared of what his reaction would be, and scared he would regret the idea of having a baby so you decide to wait until you feel the time is right.

With everything going on in the Spider Society like multiverses collapsing and anomalies needing to be stopped, Miguel is working more than normal which has caused him to feel stressed and you don’t want to pile on his load so you’ve decided to wait until things die down.

As you begin to slip into your spider suit you realize how tight the material is, how it’s clinging to your stomach and showing the tiny baby bump you have. It’s thankfully not noticeable to the naked eye so once you're fully clothed you remind yourself to have Lyla take your measurements so you can have your suit updated.

You take a deep breath before placing your mask over your head, mentally preparing yourself for what’s going to happen once you use your Multiverse Watch and walk into the red and orange portal that’ll lead you to the dangers you have to fight. Once you whisper a small prayer of protection, you press a few buttons on your watch before hearing the whooshing sound of a multiverse portal opening and you step inside, allowing the invisible currents to take you to your assigned destination.

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After hours of running through the city, swinging from buildings, saving civilians that are in the line of fire, and fighting alongside your teammates to capture the targeted anomaly, you’re more than exhausted. Lately it’s been more physically tiresome to do your duties as Spider-Woman since your body is continuously adjusting to growing a child.

While you’re walking away from the team of spider-people, trying to get some air and give yourself a chance to recuperate, you feel a presence come up behind you. “Those were some badass moves out there, y/n.” Hobie compliments your impeccable fighting skills while placing his hands on your shoulders and giving them a light squeeze before coming by your side.

“Thanks, Hobie. I was hoping someone would notice the new swinging trick I’ve been working on.” You give him a gentle nudge, a little way to show your appreciation of his comment yet throw in a little playfulness. While you and Hobie continue sharing some friendly banter you feel yourself becoming lightheaded, walking is now difficult and your vision is gradually growing blurry.

You could feel your palms becoming clammy while a fire starts rushing through your body, causing your skin to start burning up. The strength you once had in your legs are weakening, so much that you have to grab onto Hobie to keep yourself from falling over and crashing into the ground. When the Brit man feels your hands clinging to his leather sleeves he quickly turns his head and looks at you with concern, wondering what’s going on with you. “y/n, you alright love?”

“Mmm I don’t feel so great…” Your speech is slow and your voice turns from its normal range to almost faint the more you try to form words into sentences. Your body feels like someone just got finished shaking you around, your stomach is churning and causing you to feel nauseous while the sounds of ringing are flooding your ear canals.

From your lack of energy and feelings of confusion you can't really comprehend what’s going on with your body but the one thing that’s able to pass through the fogginess of your mind is your baby. “Hobie, y-you gotta go get help. Something could be wrong with—” Before you could express your concern about your unborn child your vision turns spotty and soon enough goes pitch black.

Your body goes limp and thankfully Hobie has excellent reflexes because he immediately catches you. “y/n? C’mon, wake up!” He slowly crouches down onto the ground and cradles your head as he lightly starts to tap your face, trying to bring you out of your state of syncope.

He keeps making attempts to awaken you but his efforts are unsuccessful, while he keeps trying he calls for your husband who’s talking to his co-leader and holographic assistant. “Boss man, you need to get over here, something’s wrong with your missus!”

When the leader of the Spider-Society hears the slight shakiness in Hobie’s voice he knew that something serious was going on. Miguel turns around and from a distance he can see your body being held by his subordinate, looking as if there isn’t an ounce of oxygen flowing through your lungs.

Miguel could feel his world slowing down around him, his heart was pounding and his blood was running cold at the sight of you. His first instinct is to run, to try and fix whatever is going on so he makes his way to you, scooping you out of Hobie’s arm and placing you in his arms and trying his own methods to bring you back consciousness.

“Mi vida, [my life]” his words comes out shaky, softly gliding his hands across your face before he starts to shake you, trying to make you wake up. “I need you to wake up. You have to wake up for me.” The more he tries to wake you up the more disappointed he becomes by not seeing your eyes flutter open or feeling your stiff body move in his arms.

Miguel feels like he’s in a state of deja vu, holding you like this reminds him of when Gabriella faded away in his arms. He doesn’t understand what cruel thing he did to the world to cause his daughter’s death and now he doesn’t understand what sick game the universe is playing to make him have to witness you passed out in some random universe. His expressions aren’t showing the true fear he feels spiraling inside but if you look deep into his red orbs you could see it clear as day. “What happened to her?”

“We were just talkin’ and then she leaned against me, tellin’ me that she didn’t feel good.”

Miguel knows that standing here asking you to wake up won't fix anything, it’s clear you need medical attention so he tells Lyla to open a portal that leads the medical center within the Spider Society so he can take you there and have you checked out.

The portal opens with a whoosh, and Miguel steps through in long, hurried strides, cradling your limp body close to his chest. His jaw is clenched tight, and his usually confident and calm demeanor is replaced with a frantic edge. His mind is racing with worse-case scenarios, wondering what attack your body could be facing for you to pass out all of a sudden.

The medics in the sterile, brightly lit room quickly took notice of Miguel rushing inside the medical center with you in his arms and concern and worry etched into his features. The team on staff swiftly started jumping into action and assessing the situation. “What happened?” one of them ask, gesturing for Miguel to place you on the nearest examination table.

“She collapsed during a mission.” Miguel explains, his voice low and filled with tension. “She said she wasn’t feeling well before she passed out.” He places you down as gently as possible, his hand lingering on yours because he doesn't want to let you go, afraid that if he does you’ll disintegrate into thin air right in front of him. Everyone in the Spider Society knows that Miguel doesn’t play when it comes down to his wife so when his bright-red eyes stare at the medics in a way that says: ‘You better fix this’, the team immediately went to work.

The medics begin their assessments, and Miguel hovers nearby but still giving them enough room to work, his arms crossed tightly as he watches every move they made, making sure they are doing everything they can to help you. In this moment he feels helpless, a feeling he deeply despises especially when it comes to anything that has to do with you. Lyla appears beside him, her holographic form flickering around his head as she gives him brief updates on your condition as details are being collected.

“She’s stable for now, but it looks like she fainted from low blood sugar and exhaustion. Pretty common for someone in her condition.” Lyla explains, her tone unusually soft and clear, free from her usual teasing or smart remarks.

Miguel’s brow furrows, wondering what ‘condition’ you could possibly have that could cause all of those things to happen. “What do you mean ‘in her condition’?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, big guy.” She winks before she vanishes into thin air, leaving Miguel feeling more worried and agitated than before.

“Boss, she’s waking up.”

Hearing that Miguel is by your side in an instant, feeling his anxiety slowly fade away now that you’re well. Your eyelids flutter open, and the first thing you see is Miguel’s face hovering over yours, his features etched with worry. His hand is already wrapped around yours, squeezing it tightly. “Mi vida,” he breathes, his voice cracking slightly as a sense of relief fills his heart. “You’re awake.”

“Miguel…” you murmur, your voice faint as you try to assess the world around you.

“Shh, don’t push yourself.” he says, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles before lifting you hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss against your skin. “You scared me, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

You give a weak smile, but it quickly falters as you remember what happened and feel the weight of the secret you’ve been keeping to yourself. You don’t need to hear the medics reasoning to why you passed out because you already have a feeling it has something to do with your pregnancy.

While looking at your husband, tears start to well in your eyes, and Miguel notices immediately, his thumb gliding against your skin as the tears slowly fall. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong? Are you in pain? Do you need me to get the doctor?”

“No, I’m okay.” you whisper, shaking your head as the tears continue to spill over. “I need to tell you something. I’ve been meaning to, but I didn’t know how.”

Miguel’s heart skips a beat, he hates seeing you cry and wants to do anything he can to soothe whatever it is you are feeling. The tone in your voice does worry him a little, but he doesn’t let it show, he just wants to know what’s going on so he can best help you. “Tell me. Whatever it is, just tell me.”

You took a shaky breath, your hand trembling in his, praying that he doesn’t take the news badly because that would break you. “Miguel… I’m pregnant.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, and Miguel’s crimson eyes widen in shock at the news, not expecting you to say those words. His grip on your hand slightly loosens as he processes the idea of you carrying his child, making you worry about what could be going through his mind.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” you continue, your voice breaking as fresh tears streamed down your face. “I swear I wasn’t trying to keep it from you. I just… I didn’t know how you’d react. After Gabriella… I was so scared you wouldn’t want this,” you say, gesturing to your belly. “that it would be too much for you.”

Miguel’s chest tightens at the sight of your tears, and he immediately cups your face in his hands, his thumbs softly wiping them away. “Stop, there’s no need for an apology.” he says, his voice slightly beginning to tremble but still using the softest and sweetest tone.

“I thought maybe you’d be angry, or that it would hurt you to think about starting over.” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

Miguel shook his head, his forehead resting against yours as he closed his eyes, his own tears threatening to fall. “How could I ever be angry? You’re giving me something I thought I’d lost forever, a chance to be a father again. Now, I can build a family with the love of my life, raise another beautiful child in this world.”

His words broke something inside you, and you let out a soft sob, leaning into his touch even more. Miguel holds you close as if he never plans on letting you go, his arms wrapping around you tightly like a shield of protection.

“I know I’ve been distant.” he admits. “And I know I’ve been stuck in the past, but this… this is a gift. No matter how I feel about losing Gabbi, I want this. I want this family.”

You pull back slightly to look into his eyes, your heart swelling at the love and determination you saw into his glaring red orbs, the ones you so easily feel in love with. “You mean it?”

“With every bone in my body.” Miguel says firmly, wanting you to know he sincerely means every word. “I will protect you and our baby with my life. Nothing will happen to either of you, not while I’m still breathing.”

You nod, a small smile breaking through your tears as Miguel presses his lips to yours in a gentle but passionate kiss. When he pulls back, his hand rests on your stomach, his thumb brushing over the fabric of your suit where your tiny bump is hidden, wanting to feel his child forming in your womb while his mind begins to fill with images of what the future holds for you and him.

For the first time in weeks, you feel like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders and that you can finally breathe again. Knowing that Miguel is accepting and happy about your growing family eases the anxiety that’s been brewing inside since you found out you were pregnant. Now that you have Miguel’s support and know that he will be by your side through this whole journey makes you even more excited for welcoming baby O’Hara into the world.

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I figured me coming back from hiatus was a good time to start posting my bots on here!

Hello! I’m Elluxia and I make Miguel O’Hara chatbots on Character AI and Janitor AI, though I can upload to Sakura AI and Poe on request.

While I’m primarily a Miguel content creator, I have posted other canon characters from various fandoms, and some OCs in the past. I even take suggestions / idea dumps, or paid requests for a small fee.

I’m chronically online on Discord, though branching out on Twitter and Tumblr as well as Tiktok (even if the clock app hates me). Come see me in my Discord server (the Cosmos—18+) or hit me up here as well! I’m always happy to chat and make new friends~ 💕

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The Princess of The Blood-red Commander Igris

Igris x Daughter!Reader (Family) Sung Jin-woo x Reincarnated!Reader(Romance)

Description: Igris shares his story before he became a shadow. Weeks later at the competition where jinwoo meets Kim Chul and Cha Hea-In after the reincarnation cup Igris recognize his daughter's soul in another competitor.

Note: This takes places in the academy arc so SPOILERS if you hadn't read the manhwa. I had this thought when I read a reincarnation!reader x Igris I tried to find it but I can't or remember where I read it.

ALSO I DON'T KNOW WHO OWNS THE IGRIS FANART I'M ALSO TRYING TO FIND WHO THEY ARE SO LOOK OUT AND TAG THEM IF YOU KNOW

The screams of pain sounded throughout the Manor of the Emperor's most loyal commander.

"Commander, we can only save one! The baby or the Duchess?!" The midwife yelled, sweat running down her face. The duchess had been in labor for 14 hours and with how things are going it's clear how this night will end. One life will die and one will live.

He has fought through many battles and survived wars, blooded his hands for the empire he swore to protect and made many decisions to get to where is and yet.... he couldn't answer.

Should he save his beloved wife or the baby both he and his wife already love so much even before they are born?

"COMMANDER!!" The midwife's loud voice shot him out of his dilemma.

He gulped hard looked at his wife's pained expression then at the midwife's desperate face he open his mouth but the squeeze of his wife's hand on his made him stop and looked back at his wife.

Oh his beloved wife.

She gave him a knowing smile. The smile he fell in love with back at their days at the imperial academy where they met.

A singular tear fell down the great commander's face mixing with his cold sweat and obliged with his wife's last wish.

A new born's wails replaced the pained screams of the duchess.

But the commander couldn't careless, his hand didn't let go of hers, the other wiping sweat off his wife's face while he kiss her forehead.

The new born was placed between them and both parents watched their child squirm in the soft blanket unaware of what's going on "———— will be your name" the mother softly whisper "my dearest ———— be good to your father, okay? Grow up healthy and find your happy ending... your father and I will be there with you every step of the way-" He squeezed his wife's hand, letting his wife say her goodbyes to their daughter.

The Moon glow Scarlet Red that night.

Despite his wife's wish for their daughter to grow up healthy she was too frail.

He's wife was a mage while he is only a man.

Their daughter's body couldn't handle her own mana as a result she's always bedridden.

She's smaller than other kids her age and yet she smiles at him like the world didn't matter so long as his with her.

In return he adored her to bits.

One day, A mage arrived with the emperor's orders to help with his problem. The mage sealed her mana and slowly much to the commander's delight her health improved.

And to celebrate he had a flower named after her. It shines at night mirroring their white hair that's as white as the full moon in a clear night sky.

She lived a life of a noble child should and she slowly catched up to those of her age.

She's still physically weak due to the side effects of her mana being sealed and yet neither of them cared and lived a peaceful life much like what his wife wished.

Not all stories end in a happily ever after.

A war broke out between two empires. He was a commander he had to be on the battle field and fulfill his promise to protect the empire when he first held a sword.

As much as he didn't want to leave his daughter he had to leave.

And that was his mistake.

Three years later. He hasn't heard anything from his daughter, that's normal when he is a commander and yet he wants to know what's going on with her life. To receive a letter from the manor about her well being but he also dreads the time that will come, he ordered his butler to only send him a letter if anything life treating happens to his daughter.

A letter arrives.

When he received it he and has yet to read the letter he already wants to leave the battlefield and be at his daughter's side.

Inside the letter :

The princess's seal broke.

That could only mean one thing.

Death.

His daughter is dying.

When the news got out of to the knights they tried to convince him to stay and defend the the empire. He didn't listen and left.

The battlefield to his manor is a 4 day travel, when the letter arrived his daughter's condition would have worsen by the time the letter had arrived to him.

He got back to the manor by two days. Five horses were sacrificed, he didn't care.

When he entered the manor the atmosphere was grim he gripped the shoulders of the first person he saw "WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER!!" It wasn't a question but a demand

The maid cried and couldn't speak he didn't have much patience and run to his daughter's room.

It's empty.

But the smell.

The smell he knew too well.

His butler led him to a room, when the double doors were opened he saw it.

There on the alter with white flowers lay his dead daughter.

He was too late.

Too late.

Late.

He approached her with steady steps, trembling hands touched her once plump cheeks.

Her once warm cheeks are cold.

Cold.

His world blackened. What happened next were nothing he could remember.

But he remembers standing in front of a all mighty being with undead armies.

Ashborn.

He doesn't remember how long he had been fighting when he looked around. He was in the throne room and there on the throne sat the king he served.

"I see you have come to your senses" The shadow being spoked but the commander ignored him and looked down at his attire.

He still wears his red armor but his helmet is missing not only that half his sword too.

"You are an interesting human" it is amused with him and he can't understand why "Your loyalty to your king crumbled when he takes away your treasure"

His eyes widened. He remembers now, the death of his daughter was the emperor's order as punishment for letting his arrogant son die in the battlefield when it was the said son's fault he died for playing a hero and attacking the enemy base without his knowledge.

The being didn't seem to notice that the human in front of him is only remembering what had happened now

Then he remembers, his daughter is still on the alter laying in a bed of white flowers.

She hated those flowers.

He started dragging his wounded body towards the exit going passed the being who is still talking "where are you going? I am still talking" It asked amused that the human has the guts to do that to them

"my daughter hates white flowers, i have to change the flowers before she's buried" He murmur but he didn't get too far and collapse on the marble floor of the throne room

Arise

When he came to.

"I seemed to have forgotten to ask for your name when you were alive. In that case your new name will be.

Igris

"My liege" Igris kneel down before Ashborn "I must apologize but I still have unfinished an business with my daughter if you will allow it-" Ashborn cut him off

"Go" Ashborn's voice bombed throughout the throne room "Finish your matter and come back to me as my soldier"

Igris couldn't remember how he got back to his manor but the process was slow and steady. He plucked the flowers he named after her after and buried her with all of them.

He couldn't help but let tears escape his eyes as he stared longingly at the tombstone. When he looked at the moon it was as red as it was when his daughter was born.

He returned to Ashborn as Igris.

Since then he fought with Ashborn and undead armies earning his position on one of Ashborn's strongest shadows.

"Did you ever visit your daughter again?" Jinwoo asked, he sat with Igris on rooftop of his highschool after school hours. It started with Igris asking if he could have a minute of his time and at that time jinwoo didn't know why but agreed since he was finished with training for the upcoming competition for track running.

"When I arrived back on earth again everything had changed along with it's layout. Even if Ashborn had let me I won't had been able to find her tombstone" Igris answered, his memories of when he was alive transferred to jinwoo but every faces and voices were already gone. Blurred. But Igris's daughter. No matter how many thousand years had passed Igris can't forget his daughter's face.

A comfortable silence surrounded them other than occasional passed of cars.

"Igris" Jinwoo called, Igris looked at his liege curiously "thank you, for opening up" Igris felt a weight lifted off his shoulder. Guilt.

The competition day. Jinwoo stood along the captain of their club when he saw Iron, His former shadow that has to leave him along with greed because of the cup of reincarnation.

"Its nice to see iron's alive again and being himself!" Task commented, Igris, beru, and a few shadows that had shared battles with iron started commenting and proud at him like uncles.

Ever since jinwoo had came back from killing the other monarchs the shadows has started to only appear on small head forms though no one can see them unless jinwoo let's them.

Chul felt a strong urge to bow down to jinwoo but he fight against it and made a mental note to corner this junior after the race.

"CHUL!!!! YOU BETTER WIN!" Chul flinched and looked at his sister even though they're the same age she acts like she's older and he hates it but can't do anything about it

He glared at her and that just started a glaring contest between the two. She's also computing for the girls running track but her's are in the afternoon and she just came to pressure him. His sure of it. (it's his assumption)

Jinwoo and Igris looked up the bleachers and both froze.

Because standing in the bleachers having a glaring contest with iron-ahem Chul is Igris's daughter no it's not her but she looks like her.

Kim Y/n felt someone else watching her, she stared back at jinwoo and raised a brow but didn't mind it and continue to watch her brother pout. Yes Kim Chul is pouting because she's there.

I swear if he still doesn't win I'm gonna murder him. We trained day and night for this I even put extra raw eggs on his protein shake yesterday.

When the race started I cheered for him the loudest but that junior from the other highschool is ahead of him and it's pissing me off.

And in the end chul's number two, it's obvious his not happy because he had that look on his face again "Chul" I called his name but he didn't look at me and I sighed

"Its that again" I run down to where he was and found that he isn't there "coach! where's chul?" I asked and he pointed at the direction to the lockers "thanks!"

But when I found him, his under that stair and his top is sheared "what the-?" he looked at me with the same confused look

"what happened?" he asked me as if I did that to him

"I should be asking you that! what happened to your top?" I gave him a blanked expression. He looked speechless as if he also doesn't know

His expression changed when he just remembered what happened at the race and stood up. Despite being older than him by three months his taller than me

He looked anywhere but me with that pout he always had whenever he feels ashamed at something "number 2" he murmur looking down at the medal in his hand that he fisted so hard it changed shape

I stayed quiet then I took the medal from him and made him wear it back around his neck "yeah so what you were awesome in there! both you and that sung guy were so far from the other runners!" I smiled when I saw small tints of pink on his cheeks

He never changes

"You think so?" his voice small as his hand fiddle with the fabric of his truck jacket "Hell yeah! all that training paid off plus you'll still get in to the university you wanted!" that seemed to cheer him up

Behind the wall jinwoo and Igris watched that interaction happen and jinwoo thought of what you would have thought from the last timeline when you found out chul died on his first raid.

A/n: Okayyy I'm gonna have to stop this here my fingers are tired. I'll get started on jinwoo's once I get another time like this.

Btw this is what happened under that stairs with jinwoo and chul

LOL

Btw if you guys hadn't noticed iron and Igris are my favorite shadows

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SPOILERS SPOILERS

Yeah you’ll see some dragons alright, yeah…..

THEY KILLED BABIES, UNBORN DRAGON BABIES

Thank goodness Rose lost all of her memories, she didn’t know she was closely related to dragons and considered dragons as her kin. Previous Rose would crash out on both the dwarfs and the elves and it won’t look good.

I know the people are unknowingly harming the dragons but they’re not at fault. We need to drown those responsible in lava istg.

Oh and why didn’t they use the embryos? I’m curious, if i can’t find the answer later on, i’ll have to pump some headcanons in it’s place. I canmt help it 😭 i always give myself stupid questions to think of stupid answers.

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Hello Magister! It's been some time since I could last come round ... I've been rather busy. Bandits pop up everywhere, like daisies! Spring wakes more than just nature, it seems. Ha. Hey, do you have something to drink for me? Anything new and good? My throat's reaaaally dry from all the talking lately. (~Valen)

I think the locals are also getting mixed up...

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ena oc :3

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