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I'd love to hear about your ocs seeings as you reblogged that ask post :)

Okay I had to think hard about this because tbh I didn't actually expect anyone to come into my inbox asking me about my OCs after I reblogged that post LMAO it's only recently that people actually send me shit and I'm still trying to get used to it.

In so many different OCs that I have, such as Grokkar (orcish death knight from WoW), Omen (mysterious shadow person who appears as a wolf, from DC) and Baphomet (unknown species of alien who knows nothing about his people, also DC), they all fit the same theme of being alone, being an outcast, and knowing nothing about themselves, and the journey towards trying to understand who and what they are, OR what they used to be. I WAS gonna break down ALL THREE characters backstories and shit, and how they're all similar in their themes of loneliness, but it got WAY too long, so if you wanna hear about the other two, let me know! I focused on Grokkar with this ask. seriously long ass bullshit below!

So as I said, with this particular ask I'm talking Grokkar, one of the characters I actually play as on WoW. He's gone through a lot of bullshit in his life..er…undeath? He is an orc, and a Death Knight, which if you know anything about WoW, you probably can already guess the angst and shit that comes with being a Death Knight, but I became a Batman blog within the past few years so a lot of my followers are Batman fans and might not know shit about WoW, so I'll explain the details of what being a Death Knight actually means. Also keep in mind I'm not like a HUGE ULTRA EXPERT about Death Knights and Wrath of the Lich King (the expansion that introduced them as a class you could play) or anything, I just know some basic shit. So if I get some shit wrong…insert shrug emoji here.

Grokkar was originally just a regular orc guy, but then he fucking died during the war against the Scourge (undead that were trying to destroy and take over the world, lead by the Lich King, Arthas Menethil). The Lich King then raised Grokkar from the dead, and took full control of his actions, feelings, thoughts etc. (as he did with most of the Scourge) and turned him into a merciless killing machine, where Grokkar used unholy and necromantic magic and other abilities to hurt and kill others. If you play through the Death Knight starting zone in WoW, you get to actually play out some of the fucked up things the Death Knights did under the Lich King's control, and how you gain back control of yourself, and deal with the aftermath of your actions.

When you eventually go back to your faction's capital city (either Stormwind or Orgrimmar) to rejoin the rest of Azeroth in the fight against the Lich King and his Scourge…the NPCs in that city will boo at you, throw tomatoes at you, and tell you that YOU are the reason why people are dying, that YOU are responsible for the deaths of their family members, their loved ones, the people they will never see again. They cannot even bury their own family members and give them a proper funeral, because the ones who died fighting against the Scourge…were then raised as undead, to become a part of the Scourge itself.

As a side ramble that's related to the above paragraph, I've been going through the old Ice Crown Citadel raid (trying to farm the Invincible mount lol), and there's a part in that raid where you have to fight a Val'kyr named Sister Svalna, and you are aided by a bunch of Argent Crusade allies, and you kill all the Scourge in your way to get to her, but during the fight a few of the argent crusade fellas die. The allies behind you who are about to join you in the fight against Sister Svalna say something like "Quickly, lets kill her before her reinforcements arrive!" And she says in response "You fool, you've brought my reinforcements with you!" And then proceeds to literally raise some of the ally NPC's that were killed by her during the previous fight, who YOU then have to fight. When you kill them, they will usually say "I'm sorry…" or "Finally, I can be at peace" or something similar to that. It's very fucking grim, but it is why the whole story is SO fucking good. It's this overarching sense of doom, and fear that that enemy you are going up against…might actually win. How the odds are forever in the favour of the enemy, since any one of YOUR allies that are killed become THEIR soldiers. It's an almost never-ending battle that you appear fated to lose.

Anyways I went off topic a little bit, but all of the stuff that I mentioned would be a VERY difficult thing to come to terms with as a Death Knight at the start, having to acknowledge that you did some really fucked up awful things, but also knowing that you had no control over your own actions- your own feelings and thoughts having been corrupted and tainted by the Lich King. For my character Grokkar, despite the many years that went by since the defeat of the Scourge, and the fall of the Lich King, he never really "got over" all of that guilt, all of the pain, and all of that suffering. In a way, it would seem very hard for a Death Knight to move past such a dark time in their uh.."lives", given the fact that the moment a Death Knight is raised by the Lich King, so much about them changes. It is a core moment in their existence that determines how the rest of their "life" is going to pan out. You cannot be raised from the dead like that and have your entire existence twisted in such an unholy and unnatural way without being irrevocably changed somehow. Even when speaking to other Death Knight NPCs in-game, when you click on them, they say "Suffer well". The entire existence of a Death Knight is suffering, and trying to escape that fate is very difficult, and when I created Grokkar as a teenager that was uh…Going Through It, so to speak, this idea of perpetual agony and suffering and the inability to escape it was very relatable to me. lmao.

To talk more about Grokkar as a character, he is very much the epitome of loneliness, and of being an outsider. I'd say during the earlier days of Death Knights re-joining their respective factions (either the Alliance or the Horde), things would have certainly been very…rocky, so to speak. Why should the rest of Azeroth have to fight alongside the very individuals they once fought against, even if they were just as much victims of the Lich King as the rest of the people of Azeroth? Especially when you consider the Unholy specialisation of Death Knights (aka what type of DK you are and what abilities you use. There is Frost, Blood and Unholy. Grokkar is an Unholy DK). Unholy Death Knights literally raise the dead as minions and use diseases to kill their enemies, very much still using the same violent and repugnant tactics of the Scourge to…fight the Scourge. I'd say in the earlier days, during Wrath of the Lich King, some people might have still been hesitant to work with Death Knights, but working with them regardless because you needed everything and everyone you could get who would willingly go against the Lich King, and over time I think people would have become more open to existing alongside Death Knights in general.

But for Grokkar, despite the changing times, he is very much still in that same mindset he was in during Wrath. Everything and everyone around him has changed and moved on and healed, and he has still stayed the same, almost unable to move on, unable to see things through a newer perspective, still believing in some way that people do not wish to be near him. This of course causes himself to become distant from others, ensuring that others are unable to get close to him, or decide that trying to do so is too difficult or not worth the energy. It's a cycle of loneliness and self-outcasting that he has a very difficult time trying to escape. He is numb and empty, still continuing to fight for the people of Azeroth when some new threat arrives to try and fuck everything up, but feeling as though each accomplishment is meaningless or of little value, especially when he can barely find any meaning or value within himself as a person. He's essentially on autopilot for a very, very long time after the end of Wrath.

All of this is probably also not helped by the fact that he has no choice but to figure out who he is as a person from scratch. I've done a lot of research about Death Knights and what exactly they "remember" from their old lives, and there seems to be a consensus that Death Knights do in fact remember some amount of their past lives. Some remember all of it, some only remember bits and pieces here and there, and some might remember very little. It seems to be very rare that a Death Knight remembers nothing of their past lives, but for extra angst, I decided very early on that that was going to be Grokkar's experience: remembering nothing of his past life, and having to make a decision on whether he should simply try to move on with his life and allow himself to become a new person, or whether he should try and seek out a way to remember who he once was…and risk being either disappointed in who he is now compared to what he was in the past, or realising he used to have a family who loved him, who most likely would want nothing to do with him now that he is such a completely different individual. There is a lot of stuff going on with Grokkar as a character, a lot of complicated feelings that he has, and his strange determination on remaining in this realm when he truly feels like he has nothing to actually "live" for besides trying to protect Azeroth. He has no friends, he has no idea if he has a family or not, and doesn't know if he would event want to go back to his family if he even knew about them, and the people he does spend time with he does not consider to be friends. They are colleagues, acquaintances, allies. But never friends. Any time HE is called a friend by somebody else it gives him whiplash, and it becomes the catalyst for him trying to actually re-think everything in his head, because over time it becomes clear to him that his inner thoughts do not match the reality of the people and experiences around him.

I think also that some of the reason that Grokkar struggles to move past all of this, is his obsession with his own otherness as a Death Knight, and as somebody who is..well…undead. He is very much not alive, yet his body still moves and functions like it was. He doesn't need to eat, blink, breathe or sleep. His body is cold. If he decided to lie down in a bed and take a nap, you could easily confuse him for an actual corpse. In some of my stories (in my head that I haven't written down yet), the times in which he has been knocked unconscious, his allies who are alive have a difficult time figuring out if he is ACTUALLY dead for real this time, because he displays no signs of life even when he is actually awake, and all of his allies are pulling their hair out trying to decide if they should try and find a way to wake him from unconsciousness…or come to the conclusion that he's dead for realsies this time, lets prepare a funeral lmao.

It's this otherness regarding his own body and how it functions (or doesn't function) that I feel like stops him from thinking more nice things about himself. He feels unable to have proper relationships, especially romantic ones (which he DOES desire, despite everything) because who would want to hold or love someone who was so cold and lifeless? Who would want to lay in bed with what exactly resembles a corpse? Who wants a friend who sits there for 12 hours straight not blinking or breathing or eating or whatever because they needed a little bit of rest? Grokkar obsesses about it to an unhealthy degree, the differences between himself and other people, the things he can and can't do, and how he perceives all these differences to be a bad thing.

Over time, I think Grokkar becomes a less lonely person, but it takes a lot of effort and time for him to come to the conclusion that some people actually DO want to be around him, and I think it's something he will always struggle with. Grokkar very much was a self-insert for ALL of my fears and doubts and struggles and everything else when I was a teenager, and while overtime I've personally gotten a lot better with my feelings of self-worth and shit, he is still a character I go back to a lot because he is the perfect outlet for some of the darkest thoughts I've ever had. Hell, I even wrote a (now not-canon) story about how he fucking dies FOR REAL this time and how his own ghost prepares his own body for his funeral his damn self because of his INTENSE fear of being raised from the dead again, and he wants to prevent it from every occurring again (REALLY GRAPHIC AND DARK STORY, PLEASE READ THE TAGS/WARNINGS). Some of the darkest shit I ever wrote, and it's because Grokkar himself is just…a dark character in general, and the best outlet for all these thoughts and feelings.

Anways. That was some shit about Grokkar. It wasn't EVERYTHING but it was like, the most important shit. If you wanna know more stuff about other characters let me know!!!

#ask #katarascape #grokkar #death knight #world of warcraft #wowposting #ash's personal tag

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bowieandqueen11 · 3 years

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Karl Heisenberg As A Dad Headcanons

Request: Would you happen to have any wholesome Dad!Heisenberg HCs? 👉🏻👈🏻 Your writing is absolutely wonderful btw! ❤️

Oh my goodness thank you so much my lovely!!! This is such a sweet request <3

If you enjoy, please comment and reblog!

(Gif credit goes to: @robotoco-fanart, character and Resident Evil do not belong to me, all rights and credit goes to its creator)

OKAY OKAY OKAY

softdadsoftdadsoftdadsoftsoftsoft

At first, the man literally has no idea what to do with a kid. His idea of looking after children is to just to just let them go wild so they can go live in trees or whatever.

So, when his daughter first arrives into his arms at the factory, the first thing that pops into Karl’s head is whether he can ship the poor thing off to go live with Donna and her house of dolls because he thinks a baby would cramp his style too much.

Much deeper down inside though, right down at the fragmented shards that nestled and poked at the bottom of his heart, he was also worried for the kid. He knew he couldn’t give them a proper life. Heck, he could barely look after himself with his crazy family around. How was he supposed to protect a kid from Mother Miranda?

Although everyone was sure the frown on his face when he first saw the kiddo was one of distaste, in reality he was just really sad because he believed he could never be the father this child deserved.

Then one day, he decides to take a break from experimenting on soldats down in the basement levels of his factory to go up and check on the kiddo, mainly just to make sure Donna hasn’t let her crawl out of her crib and eat any important old documents or blueprints he left lying around his bedroom’s cabinet. But when he goes into the room, peering down with those falling glasses on the bridge of his nose into the little cot by the corner window, he finds himself scared.

For the first time in his life, something pains through his chest. But this time it isn’t horror, or arrogance, or repugnance, or fear anger hatred loneliness - no, this thing was warm, running jolts around his stomach until he felt almost queasy with the power of it.

Love. What he felt, for the first time in his life, was love. His little kiddo looked up at him with these big, kind puppy eyes - the same colour as his, and reached up to wrap her little pudgy fingers around his coarse, shaking thumb that leant on the wood.

And boom, that was it. Game over for vengeful Heisenberg. Cue protective dad mode.

(Although he was a little less certain when the little trickster grabbed his sunglasses from off his face, but that’s okay. He can make a new pair of those any time. But her, she was irreplaceable in his heart.)

Okay, but can you just imagine Karl holding his little daughter in like a little knitted blanket, coddled up against his ragged chest as he rocks her with tears in his eyes omg???

As kiddo grows up, there’s a protective ring of Lycans standing guard around the outskirts of the factory’s fields at all times, 24/7. No one from the village is allowed in or out under any business, which is where the rumour of the Lords being like vampires or werewolves begins (although sometimes Karl will pop down into the town and spend some time spreading rumours at the inn just because he likes to see people’s faces when they realise he is THE werewolf Heisenberg their family have told them never to go near.)

Kiddo isn’t allowed to go out anywhere near the village either unless Karl comes with her. When she’s young, he’ll have massive coats on the two of them so they don’t freeze in the snow that dusts the rocky ground with its tendrils, carrying kiddo on his hip. If she’s a bit older, he has an arm tight around her shoulder so she’s tucked just inside the edge of his trench coat, and he growls at any person that dares to look at her for longer than two seconds.

He spends a long time trying to make her first word dad - he sees it as like a source of pride that it should be. Sometimes he’ll sit her down on a workbench and just stare down at her all seriously, until his mouth drops open and he pulls a silly face to make her laugh. Then, when he works, he keeps on just repeating ‘dadda’ or ‘come on kiddo, you can say it’ but ends up being so annoyed when her first word is her trying to say Angie lmao.

For like a week he disappears, and Donna becomes worried about what he’s doing, and why there’s no noise or sound from him except smoky tendrils of steam and licks of fire bellowing out from the belly of the factory every so often. Turns out, as he sneaks in to kiss his daughter on the forehead one late night while she’s sleeping, and takes a moment to hang it over her cot, he was making a little mobile of two wolves chasing the sun and moon.

Since our man ‘works from home’, when kiddo gets to become a bit older he invites her down to learn the tricks of the trade with him. Mostly this just involves her sitting on a stool down in his office room with a bored looking face as he wildly and animatedly throws shards of metal into the pictures of Alcina and Miranda, explaining why she should never go near them.

In the end they’re both kind of knackered, so by the time lunch rolls through they’ve both laid down on a bench and fallen asleep on each other’s shoulders.

Although he’s not the best at showing affection, he is trying, he really is. This usually comes through as him reading bedtime stories to his kiddo, lying down on the duvet next to her and nearly shoving the poor child out of the bed. He totally gets coerced into doing silly voices for all the characters, and although he pretends to groan and roll his eyes he gets way too into it.

Usually, though, he’s the one to fall asleep first. Kiddo usually wakes up to find her dad still asleep against the headboard, with the book collapsed on the floor and Karl’s hat hanging half over his face as he snores.

When she’s younger, and Karl doesn’t want to go to family meetings, he’ll dress her up in his long coat and hat that hangs over her eyes and sends her off, laughing his ass off the whole while at the way the frayed fabric ends trail across the floor as she tries to walk.

He says Alcina is so tall anyway she wouldn’t notice the difference.

Most of the time he just takes her with her though, because despite how gruff and how much of a lone wolf he pretends to be he has pretty bad separation anxiety. She’ll just sit on his knee as he makes her laugh by pretending to mimic Miranda, telling everyone to shut up anytime she starts babbling, giving her his full attention.

He also says the babbling makes more sense than anything Alcina has ever said, which ends up with poor Donna holding the baby while the two of them tussle about the pews.

Also please imagine Donna roping him into doing tea parties.

He’s not a great teacher, so Moreau steps in. Heck, sometimes even Karl will be sitting next to his daughter on the floor in confusion because he has no idea what algebraic fractions are.

His daughter is the most important thing in the world to him, and he will do everything in his power to protect her from the outside world.

#resident evil #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg imagine #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg headcanons #karl heisenberg fluff #resident evil imagine #re #re village #resident evil village #heisenberg #heisenberg re #re 8 #resident evil 8

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raksh-writes · 3 years

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Gotta admit, there are takes on my fave character(s) that make something in me violently rebel, but I do know we are all just having fun and everyone should enjoy their own interpretations and headcanons, so what do I do? I say "good for them" and scroll past ✌😊

57 notes • Posted 2021-10-29 17:46:17 GMT

A simple gesture of affection

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Nogitsune/Stiles Stilinski

Words: ~2,1k

Warnings: None, this one's pure fluff

Check the work on AO3 for more information and tags!

This one's for to the loveliest @plushrumpasaurus 'cause as you know it's fully your fault and I had the best time writing it, so now I hope it'll give you all the good feels and will be as much a joy to read as it was to write 😘❤ I wish I could be of more help that just providing a fluffy distraction, but at least I hope it's gonna be a joyful one ^^ All the love, hun ❤

And, of course, I hope y'all will get some joy out of this one and it will be enjoyable to read ❤

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"Hey, Void?"

The demon hums in answer; the sound rumbles in his chest and its vibration travels down to the back of Stiles' head, Void's fingers lazily dragging through his hair. They're messy and a bit sweaty, but Void doesn't seem to care and it feels way too amazing for Stiles to worry about their current state.

"Do you ever let your tails out?"

Void stills, as if taken a bit off guard, and Stiles continues fiddling with the demon's hand cradled in his own.

"Y'know, like, let them show. I know you do that sometimes, but it's so rare and you hide them so quickly, and— well, I can see them, if I want to, but still—"

"Stiles." Void's tone isn't even that different from his normal one, smooth in that raspy voice of his, but the infliction behind it is enough to make Stiles clamp his jaw shut and shift 99 percent of his focus back to fiddling with Void's fingers, which — funnily enough — Void doesn't do absolutely anything about. "You do remember you just need to ask for what you want, don't you?"

Stiles huffs out a petulant breath, chin curling down to his chest, and refuses to give in just long enough for his face to start feeling like a furnace; Void does love making him speak his mind, always did. But damn the demon for being so persistent while this killer heat wave is going on, it's way too hot for his temperature to be rising from embarrassment, thank you very much.

"Fuck, yea, okay—" Stiles finally abandons Void's hand, sitting up to look to his right; to meet Void's dark eyes and immediately lose all his just-gained confidence. "Could I, uh— I mean, do you think I could touch your tails? Or, just one tail? Like, at all?"

Void's mouth quirks in the corners — not quite a smirk yet, but close enough.

"It's possible," the demon muses, the smug bastard, and as Stiles' eyes bug out in quiet (and incredulous) disbelief, Void refuses to say anything more. Because of course he won't make it easier on Stiles.

They stay locked in their little stare down for a long minute, Stiles narrowing his eyes in a weak attempt to show his irritation and force Void into giving in, and Void completely relaxed and smirking without a care in the world, perfectly aware he's calling the shots here.

Stiles purses his lips and scrunches his face and he's ready to get even snarkier, when Void asks:

"What is it, darling? So hard to just ask one little question?"

Curving up one brow and his voice full of mockery, and there's— There's something in Void's tone, something well hidden but different enough for Stiles to pick up on — like a note out of tune underneath the taunt. It gives Stiles a pause.

And that's when it hits him.

How very hard it must be for Void to even consider just showing his tails — as if it's nothing, as if he wasn't hiding for hundreds of years, as if they're not the highest proof and representation of his power and spirit. How intimate of a request it must truly be — and as close and intimate as they are, this— This isn't something Void is in any way used to. And if all of that didn't give Stiles enough of an idea what his petulant behavior must've felt like, the coolness under his shadow's rune would be a dead giveaway; they don't withdraw from their bond unless they have to — or not in this way, at least.

All the ugly energy goes out of Stiles like air escaping a popped balloon, instantly and with a hiss, leaving behind a strange emptiness that almost seems to ring in his ears. Stiles swallows down the bitter taste in his mouth, lamely fidgeting with Void's hand that's still in his, somehow, as his face burns even hotter. It still doesn't make him miss the moment Void's energy changes flavors, though; that barely noticeable, cold steel melting away. And Void would be ready to offer it to Stiles now, he's sure of it, but fuck that, Stiles was in the wrong here and if the only thing Void's asking of him is for Stiles to, well, ask, then that's the least he can do.

"Sorry," he mutters first, still a bit curled in on himself, but it's no way to pose his question; so Stiles gathers his wits and faces Void again — this time without expecting anything, "would you let me touch your tails?"

Void doesn't answer immediately, keeping Stiles' gaze steady for a drawn out moment before his lips finally quirk into a slight smile — a half-smirk Stiles already knows is mostly a front, and also just one of Void's versions of showing fondness. He turns his hand in Stiles' grip, fingers grazing against Stiles' in a brief caress, but before Stiles can even pay it any attention, it's wholly derailed to something brushing by his shoulder. Stiles glances back over it—

And whips around so quickly he almost gets dizzy.

Sure enough, right there, right before him, is one of Void's tails. Curving up from behind Void's hip, it spreads wide at the base and narrows to a silvery-white tip, so long it almost curls into a spiral over the demon's legs.

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61 notes • Posted 2021-07-26 20:41:10 GMT

I'm watching all these theories videos and what-not, and I swear, if it turns out ma boi isn't his mutant-self here to stay in the mcu but a big fake-out or the big bad behind everything, I'm gonna cry ;_;

62 notes • Posted 2021-02-16 10:47:46 GMT

Sit back (and watch you unfold)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Nogitsune/Stiles Stilinski (Voiles/Stigitsune)

Words: ~2,7k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut! Very explicit, and very kinky! Check the work on AO3 for more information and tags! And, again, it starts right up, be warned ;p

A/N: Oh my, ‘tis the kinkiest thing I have ever written? Yes, very much so!

I should be focusing on my thesis and all other uni-related things, yet instead - here I am!But I haven't touched my fics in a long time and I miss Voiles and writing them and ughhh, it's killing me ;_; So, yeah, I decided I can treat myself and post this, since it was sitting in my doc almost-post-ready for a while and waiting for its turn ;p Let's hope the good-fic-feels will propel me in progressing on my thesis the rest of the month, lmao.

And, of course, I hope it'll be an enjoyable read to y'all ❤ I definitely had a lot of fun with it! ^^

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“I must say, Stiles, you do make such a pretty picture right now,” the demon muses, claws trailing feather-light over Stiles’ stomach, “tied up with my hand around your throat.”

His smirk curves up, sharp and mean, as Stiles swallows thickly against those long fingers. They tighten, just a little — just enough to make it that much harder to breathe.

“I bet you’ll look even better with all these bruises it's going to leave, hm?”

Stiles shudders, uselessly wringing his hands where they’re held together by the wrists and secured to the headboard. It doesn’t do anything beyond amusing Void further, eyes hungrily taking in Stiles’ naked body draped all over the bed and his lap.

The wait's already killing Stiles and he can’t even do much more than curve up into Void’s touch; try to wiggle his hips as the fingers dig into the meat of his thigh. Every little move makes his muscles tense up around the plug nestled deep inside, keeping him nice and ready for taking, the smallest shift sending hot little thrills all over his body. Stiles couldn’t possibly feel any more helpless and on display than he is now — back arched into a perfect bow, ass resting in Void’s leather-clad lap and legs bent around the demon as he trembles, his aching erection dribbling precome all over his abs.

Wrapping his hands around the length of rope tied to the headboard, Stiles pushes against the demon — both the grip at his throat and the thighs Stiles is resting on — and bites back the mewl that rises in his throat. But those little, delighted sparks in Void's eyes are more than worth enduring the delirious torture Stiles is sure to get.

“Please—”

How fitting, that his voice is so hoarse and thin it's barely coherent.

“Please what?” The demon purrs, all delighted and mean in the curve of his smirk.

“Touch me?” Stiles' tone wavers, ever so slightly, but it's enough to inch his ultimate goal closer to reality — there's something about Stiles' begging and whimpering that gets to Void, delights the demon in ways only visible in moments like this one. And maybe that's because only in those moments Stiles lets himself enjoy it, show the side that he'd never otherwise, trusting Void with his submission — and maybe it's also because Void knows Stiles like no other. Sees through him so intimately and wholly; Stiles' every need and desire like an open book. And the demon relishes in everything he can take from Stiles, always.

Void doesn't answer, but his hand moves, just slightly, from Stiles' throat — thumb pressing over his lower lip.

“Maybe I should've gagged you too,” he muses, a spark in dark eyes even when his voice doesn't carry any significant weight, thumb dipping into Stiles' mouth. “I wonder how much more desperate that would make you. Not being able to beg so sweetly.”

Stiles trembles, heat spreading all over his exposed skin and some new tightness wound around his lungs. It's hard to tell, in the moment, if the idea is more thrilling or scary, but Stiles discards it for now, because—

“You wouldn't like the aftertaste,” he says, throwing it out on a chance and licking his lips over. As much as the demon doesn't mind, or even enjoys, the messiness that comes with sex — be it cum or sweat — he despises the artificial. It’s a good thing then, that Stiles found he actually prefers more natural lubricants — or lack thereof, on occasion. Then there's the fact that— “And you enjoy hearing me.”

Void's lips twitch in one corner, a small, amused breath escaping on an almost chuckle.

“Hard to deny that, but—” His smirk curves into an even meaner, mischievous one as he presses his thumb deeper into Stiles' mouth, right behind his teeth. “—who said we'd be buying a plastic one? Or getting any, really? We could… get creative, couldn’t we?”

And Stiles' whole body breaks out in little thrills when his mind finally catches on what exactly he means.

Void's only reaction is an even more delighted, half-lidded look.

“Like that, didn't you?” He chuckles, claws dragging against Stiles' thigh, digging into the fleshy inside before he brings his hand all the way down and takes a hold on the butt of the plug. “Those ties laying around in your closet, the underwear I just pulled off of you. Sooo many possibilities, so many ways to make use of them, hm?”

Stiles almost chokes on his own spit when Void pulls at the plug — slowly, so very slowly withdrawing the toy until only the tip is hooked against his rim — then pushes it back in at the exact right angle to make stars burst behind his eyelids. The spark of pleasure that shoots up Stiles' spine feels possibly electric and the way Void's fingers tighten around his throat makes it burn just that much hotter, just on the edge of too much.

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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 16)

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CHAPTER 15.1

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: A horny and insecure witcher decided to talk what his mind has been keeping; making you see how much of a man he was that was worth to choose and be chosen.

Warnings: NSFW 18+. (Yep. Again. Love it while it lasts, bb’s. Hehehe.) Some witcher in a rut. Finger sucking. Cream pie. Smut. Size kink. (I meant Geralt’s body build. LMAO *I base this story on the show. Not the game or books.*) an irritated bard? Ahehehehe. Nakedness? Geralt being soft and honest? (*screams*)

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GERALT OF RIVIA WAS IN A RUT.

You were sure he was after being fucked into oblivion by the witcher for countless of times already; taking a lot of orgasms in just about eight hours? He was lucky that he was a mutant. However, in your side? It was unfortunate because your stamina was weaker than his.

Your poor punani has been overworked and wrecked again. Lungs seem to be incapacitated, dangerously reaching the critical level for accepting Geralt's wishes; another round of ceaseless bliss in which you certainly didn't defy. Pants and wheezes were muddled against the mattress as you shoved your face on it, vigorously being burrowed from behind.

Here you thought; feeling mighty and confident that you could take and last for how long his enhanced self would.

Technically, you were wrong. Utterly wrong.

Was it round twenty-five already? Thirty? You may never know because every time Geralt finishes, his girth somehow magically becomes stone hard again like he never spilled himself inside you. If only he wasn't sterile, you were probably about to get pregnant with little witchers somehow based on how he always milks you in; like you were his pet, letting you take it good.

The white wolf's libido was overly developed as well. As you were told by the man, himself. He could go on for hours, days and even weeks, nailing you repeatedly until you have no energy to comprehend what was happening, and you were sure that his enhancement with the desires he had was a perk and also a disadvantage for your weak self who had her virginity taken just days ago.

Your sexual experiences are being expanded and learned by Geralt, not knowing before that you had a size kink of being choked in his own weight above yours, baptizing every nook and space in their home like animals in heat and being treated like you were such a fragile little thing before being corrupted; tainting your once chastised soul.

The witcher was a person who had given you a different outlook in life. Bringing you to a wonderland in the midst of being railed repeatedly; consistent with his rigorous, shameless pounding from the back. Brusque. Sharp. Perfect for the angle that hits the perfect spot, polishing your hole that has sent you ripples and waves of glory.

Geralt's moans were withdrawn, holding back those sounds of pleasure from ponderously watching his girth push and slither inside your heat. His mouth tightly shut and thick eyebrows scrunched in rapture. Aureate eyes intensely concentrated on his hard cock slowly drilling back, keeping his bulbous head in before slowly drawling back like he like watching you be filled with his girth; admiring how you were stretched around his hardened cock.

He'd felt your body intensely tremble beneath his.

Your knees were quivering with every plunge. Warm drizzles of your cunt leaking with a mixture of his fluid and yours together; like art combined with a color that creates a new one. The room smelled like sex and sweat with a scent of fresh grass because of how the windows were wide opened.

Nobody would see you both in such a debauched position, right? you've thought that when Geralt has lowered you down against the mattress, his weight crushing and pinning you down, quickly getting to his job; sticking his girth inside of you like he never would get tired of doing so after basically baptizing the hallway through the second floor.

Elbows began to feel sore. A desperate whine began to gurgle from your dry throat. Hand tightly grabbing onto one of his that laid on the curvatures of your hips, dragging you back to his swollen girth with every shove; filling you over and over like how you deserved because you've been a good girl. Every time he did, Geralt never misses the spot that could bring you into another restless, writhing orgasm.

The filthy sound of skin slapping on skin came with icherous slimy caresses of your nectar coating each other's carnal greed. Noise came with his bedpost hitting the wall like a maddened gorilla raging out of its cage, when all of a sudden; you've heard Kolby's strange bark that seem to come from the first floor, alarming you both that his family has already came back. Yet, here you were, splayed below the witcher and still getting driven to his extremes.

Geralt pulled his hand away from the bed post, leaving a print and a crack of his hand against the wood. His fingers slid through your dangling breasts, palms groping your teat as he began to knead onto it like a cat trying to suckle from his mother; claws out as he tweaked your sensitive nipple in one breast to the other. Simultaneously changing hands as he continued to reach you both to the edge of Nirvana.

Then, you've heard laughter and complaining downstairs.

"Geralt," you started with a mewl, your body being rocked from behind, the sheets thoroughly disheveled from your tiring day activities. His hand that fondled your teat trailed up your body; while the other glided down for what throbbing nub that was needed attention for another release.

His palm gently met your mouth when you've began to moan from his fingers touching your clit, rubbing and circling it the right, pleasuring way while he went on with his ceaseless ramming.

"Hnnng," you whimpered, voice muffled from his large, calloused hand that covered your mouth; hushing you from any noise that could echo out of the room.

The way he was manhandling you does it. From the moment he tried shushing you up, your heat began to clench around him. Your body squirming and thrashing under his skin. Weakened from the sudden action as it made you tremble; feeling the coil beginning to snap with just a few more jabs.

More thuds and unfathomable complaints echoed outside the room. With Jaskier finally knowing what caused the commotion that he somehow managed to be in. Geralt didn't seem to be bothered about the fact that their table has been wrecked; though, the bard might say otherwise.

His plowing slackened when you’ve felt him breath heavily from behind,

"Shhhh. Quiet down, midget." he clasped his palms tighter on your mewling mouth; hearing his breathless grunts above you was making you squirm in his hold. It didn't take you another lewd moan when Geralt's thick index and middle finger skid in between the pillows of your lips, an act of pacifying your noise down which has gotten an elicit of your juices flowing down your thighs, soaking you more than ever. But, you never did deliberate to suck on those fingers like how your mind has told you.

The smutty action was enough for him to briefly glance down at you, engrossed and captivated by a never expected bustles from his naive, greenhorn of a woman.

Another weakened moan was muffled beneath the palm that clasped your mouth. Your fingers trying to wrench his own away from slightly pinching on your sensitive clit, dragging you to where you wanted.

Neverland. Nirvana. Heaven. Where ever you could experience bliss.

Or basically Geralt's bed because you were currently being brought to the edge of the rainbows.

He was persistent and continued rubbing on your nub, his thick, long fingers thoroughly drenched from your arousal.

"Ugh---Hmm. fuck." the white haired witcher deeply grunted and moaned, his jutting hips bottoming out as he continued his desperate, urgent drives. Thrusts turning reckless. Panting breaths like dogs in heat; embracing every bit of his urgency to reach the floating clouds.

Your real name has slipped out of his tongue, sounding so lewd which has taken you over the edge. Knees began to shake as the high took over. Muscles clenching and also your cunt tightly choking his girth to spill his seed, urging him to thoroughly coat your insides. Another loud breathless grunt left his ajar lips; the sweat dripping down his temples as it also drenched his chest from all the activities. His heartbeat was running miles after miles, chasing to catch yours.

"G-Geralt, Geralt, Geralt!" you've salaciously cried out with every sloppy thrusts in the midst of having a muscle spasm; choking in the blast of euphoria when he'd took his hand off your mouth, grabbing onto yours which has been holding onto the headboards for dear life. Hence, as the witcher pulled your hand away; he'd done the unexpected.

Geralt of Rivia has sweetly peppered the back of your hands with honeyed kisses to soothe your convulsion; treating you like he wasn't fucking you to oblivion nor corrupting you from behind.

You've heard his breath hitch. The way he'd dropped his large hand on the mattress over your small ones, gripping onto it hard; you knew he came. He'd panted heavily above you, the new position being surrounded by his gigantic warmth. Your juices soaking your inner thighs as his load shot inside you. All warm and cozy; giving you a fuzzy feeling inside your chest that you couldn't explain.

He never pulled out until he was finished. You were so full of him, his seed dripping out of your cunt when his semi-flaccid cock dragged out of your overused pussy, telling him how he’d filled you more than he planned to. Your knees eventually buckled and lost its will to be useful for you; your face down on the pillow, running short of breath as you planted over the tousled sheets.

Geralt laid on the bed beside you, his large body built turned to you with an arm tucked below his head. Basking in all his glory and sweat with amber eyes solely worried for your weary form. You sounded like you were wheezing as he hovered over to pull the blankets over your waist, shielding you over the cold, crisp wind of the afternoon dew. Your whole body coated in the satiny sliver of your sweat combined with his and the witcher couldn't help but take in the view that he longed to be habituated once again before you came along.

Did he...actually break you while being drilled? he silently thought at the back of his tousled, half tied chalky white hair.

"Midget?" He softly muttered, using an elbow to peer down before you. Aureate eyes lingering a little bit longer. His fingers extending to graze along the line of sweat that covered your spine before reconsidering, hands ought to brush your disheveled hair away from your face, taking his time as he glided his fingers down through the side of your face.

He doted on the spent image of your sprawled body in the middle of his bed. Your heart turning more warmer than it ever could when you've felt him watching you over, the blankets glazing atop of your skin as you've closed your eyes, trying to steady back your breathing.

"I'm...fine. Just...spent. Let me...breathe," you breathlessly whispered.

"Hmm."

His faint, vibrating hum slowly calmed the fluttering butterflies flapping their wings inside your stomach. He earnestly cast his eyes over you. The thick pad of his fingers tracing along the hairs of your arm; giving you a shiver, padding down till the tips of yours before strikingly filling in the gaps of your fingers with his. Such a simple action making your heart feel snug with a hint of palpitation from the sudden, unusual gesture from the white wolf.

Well, he was certainly learning.

You've taken a peek from under the flat fuzz of your pillows; seeing amiable, tired, tender eyes. Rough, large palms delicately scraping through your soft ones, entwined amongst the unkempt silk of sheets from the result of your passionate tupping.

With your eyes still shut, a jaded admission was sent to the latter; assuming things from your negative state of mind. This always happens in the movies, right? the small voice in the back of your mind stated. After all the blissful moments, complication and problems tries to hinder over the blithe that wanted you to believe that this was a much of a miracle to happen.

It was subtly telling you that your presence in their world had a time limit because you didn't belong to their world in the first place. Salt came pinching down your heart at the sudden realization of that; getting a gist of feeling by choosing to live in their world forever, there were instances that would get you coming back from your dimension. Every felicitious moment feeling like it was all temporary and a fleeting scene in your mind.

The idea struck like a lightning. You didn't belong to their world; nor do you fit in.

Such a change of heart that you wanted to scurry home since the first day you've arrived; thinking that everything was just a dream or a nightmare that couldn't wake you up. But, in this exact moment; you felt like not wanting to go home.

"Why do I feel like you wouldn't come back after your hunt?" you weakly muttered; brushing off the infectious thought that could bring the felicity down; pulling yourself closer to him. You've tossed the bad shadows trying to lure you in as you've focused on the golden light that Geralt could let you see through. His warm breath fanned your face as you heavily sighed out the worry crippling out of your chest.

"You're overthinking." he deeply rasped, hearing him breath steady; sounding like his declaration had a double meaning. His thumbs brushed over your knuckles as he continued to reassure your troubled self, "---I never leave nor would I plan to. My family is my home,"

Geralt collected his thoughts, breaking through the spell you've always had to cast him in. Only your exquisite scent being the fire to thaw his walls down. It took him seconds before bluntly saying his next words, making you flutter your eyes open to see him softly smiling back at you. His tone warm, comforting and nesh for your sensitive, soft heart soul.

"---you are also my home. I'll always come back to you---always will find you,"

Those words that he stunningly said made your heart skip a beat. The cicatrix glowing beneath the sheets without you knowing, ecstatic of what has come out from his lips as a burst of bliss spread right through your chest.

You've felt the adrenaline rush from his sudden admission and change of aura; abruptly making you nail your elbows on the table, repeatedly blinking back at the witcher when you've felt the balmy cloud of warmth spread around your eyes; close enough for you to cry and you languidly leaned down to his very peaceful face to softly give him a kiss on the lips in which he gladly reciprocated.

No. This wasn't sweet nothings where he tries to win over your heart. His words was a declaration of breaking those walls down for you. It was a key for you to come hopping in, an invitation of seeing the real him; his vulnerable side that nobody ever sees.

Hence, this was the first time you've had someone showing you what it felt to be important, needed and cared for. A person with real intentions. Sensations which you never knew it existed or believed that you would ever get to experience such.

Nevertheless, it took you a trip to another dimension just to have it.

Your mouth left his with a euphonious twang. There was no rush to the kiss or any type of greed. Just a succulent sharing of what you wanted him to feel from your quiet response of what he said. It needed no words of approval or even a shedding of your tears; erasing the worries away if you started bawling your eyes out from his secrets that he whispered. His thick brows furrowed in a questionable expression, intently eyeing your dewy peepers staring back at him. Utterly fond. The witcher feeling as if there was profound affection deep within your eyes as you tried to shield them over with that twinkling gaze of yours.

He knew what he was seeing or feeling from you. But, he chose to ignore as of the moment.

"Jaskier's fond of you," he abruptly admitted, downright apathetic; his gravel tone expressing a mixture of interest and a little bit of doubt, not for you but for himself.

That simple display of what you've visibly felt made your heart soften a lot more than it ever could. Finding it hard to believe that this person slash mutant in front of you also had his own issues, sounding diffident with just conferring about this surprising fact he noticed from his friend who seemed to be catching feelings for you that certainly was quite difficult to believe.

You were biting the tips of your tongue from saying anything further more, pulling back from driving too fast that maybe Geralt was falling behind.

"Jaskier? Your Jaskier? The bard who always tries to ruin my day? you’re hallucinating, Geralt." you wanted to snort from his accusation.

Geralt has given you a dirty look, appearing to look like he has issues with you that he didn't want to expand as he kept his silence and continued to send a grimace. Was he hallucinating? Were he hallucinating when he'd read those words upon your lips hours ago? Was your endearment just a slip of your tongue? A simple caught up in the heat of the moment?

Was he also just hallucinating when you’ve called him ‘love’?

"Am I, really?" the witcher stated flat, sending a displeased hum as he subtly played with the softness of your fingers clutched to his bigger ones.

Your eyes turned wide from his deadpan, "What did I do? That banter sounded sarcastic, kitty!"

The latter slowly blinked, dragging a sigh as his baritone timbre turned stern and also meek no matter how hard he tried to cover it up from the roughness that he wanted it to sound like, you could read between the lines and sure enough, he was self-effacing from his friend who was also fond of you.

"Do...you like the bard?" he hesitatingly trailed off. The question ending with a pause as it sounded completely unforthright. You've given him a tender beam; child like and masking with nothing but innocence, affection and understanding, "Go on. I'm listening. Tell me what's on your mind," you started, seeing his tight lipped mouth shut. Those amber eyes briefly looking away from you,

"---Come on, please? Let me understand and see through the good heart that I've always believed in,"

Geralt gave it a moment. Exactly a minute as you've accepted the tranquil silence with him. Such silence that you have never imagined to be so comforting because back in your apartment, the stillness was eerie and cold; imagining hands trying to take your soul away from surviving a life by working in another country where you had no one but you.

"You're...significant to me." his glowing amber eyes turned heartfelt, shooting warmth through your skin and chest, "---you are a lot to handle. An unorthodox in my dimension. Yet, despite that, you're the havoc I didn't know I needed,"

"You're calling me chaotic. How sweet of you," you deadpanned, snorting from his metaphors that got you successfully rolling your eyes back at him.

"Your existence brought me sheer confusion about you. But, I'd rather have that befuddlement than to not be with you,"

Destiny brought you to him. Those assumptions he'd taken into consideration was now taken into account. Thus, destiny just needed this to not fuck it up. It shouldn't because he much rather not imagine how it would happen nor how he would be able to accept such fate laid before him.

"Jaskier's...a friend---he's important to me," he continued, feeling your other hand fall onto the side of his face; soft fingers tracing along the scar on his forehead and cheekbones with that glimmer in your eyes that make him want to give you another kiss; readable in your peepers was the acceptance he never knew he needed so badly, "---No matter how annoying he is. He's still my companion. A real...friend. I've seen how comfortable you are with him, saw how compatible you were with the bard,"

You've stopped brushing your fingers along his marks. Your free hand sluggishly propping below your chin as you've peered down. A small grin curling your lips, "When have you been a love guru? Does this version of you come up with a graphic chart that tells how many percentages do I seem to be compatible with Jaskier?"

He kept silent, staring straight into your eyes with a lukewarm expression; not understanding your references.

You've given him a faint raise of your brow, skeptically looking at him with an amused flicker of your peepers, "You've seen us that night. Explains why Jaskier was ranting about the door you've broken,"

Geralt kept his mouth tightly shut, shortly looking away before giving you a pensive response, "I've already fixed it---and you know it was not just about that,"

Pulling your closed fist under your chin, you've tilted your head to the side. Pleased by his tamed reaction as you've leaned closer to his face, adoring Geralt's sublime features that never fails to charm you everyday. His charisma totally knocking your wits out as you could finally see more of his true self.

You started, your words smoothly dancing per word; sounding utmost sincere and in wonder, "People in your world say witchers don't feel emotions," even being disregarded like they weren't humans, you silently added much more to yourself when you paused to talk, "---Well, my witcher is exactly the opposite because you're full of it even though you sound unenthusiastic all the time---comes with the mutations, I guess?"

The soft look in his eyes warmed your soul. Attentive of the stars that seem to float inside those amber pair; looking like he'd caught them for you. He stayed silent, never breaking his gaze away from you nor planning to move away from your body close to his.

"Do you want me to be with the bard?" your question caught him off guard, keenly reading through what your eyes wanted to say. The query sounding like it was just a quip.

"Will that make you happy?"

Geralt warily asked, completely earnest of what he said that made you bite the inner plump of your lips. There was a long amount of silence, contemplating what made him think that way, even considering the idea of never getting in the way when you'll choose another person than him. Was he even real?

Your smile fell a little at the question, swiftly unwrapping your hands entwined with his which ignited a tight frown from the witcher when he miscalculated the sudden gesture. But, those dreadful thoughts ceased when you've poked his muscular chest, the part where his heart loudly beat beneath the pad of your index finger.

"Will that make...YOU happy?" you slowly emphasized and returned the question, intently gazing above him. When he never answered and stayed quiet, it was the right time to say words that couldn't be kept to yourself. You've forgotten to bite your tongue from saying anything further less.

"---But, YOU make me happy, Geralt of Rivia. Isn't that enough reason to choose you?"

Keen golden eyes deeply gazed into yours, as genuine than it has ever been before; sucking you in and having no chance to escape from the resplendent color of his hues. Geralt moved beneath to help himself by using his elbow, his sudden elevation making you tilt your head back to see him deeply staring, mouth turning into a tight straight line as he rasped.

"Even if it takes for your life back in your world to be taken away from you---fuck." he abruptly stopped in the middle of his sentence, briskly taking a glimpse of the door behind you when he could hear stealthy padded footsteps hiking up the stairs.

Jaskier.

Geralt sharply sat his back on the headboard. His silvery, unkempt half-tied hair moving as he does so, the white sheets pooling just below his torso. He looked bedraggled and utterly sweaty which made it feel so fulfilling to have him in your presence looking like that. A miraculous snack. You could never have this opportunity back in earth.

You bit your lips from keeping yourself from grinning, curiously eyeing him as you mused. He deliberately scanned your exposed back, "What? What's happening?"

The latter took no questions and quickly pulled the covers over your shoulders as you laid on your front, slightly elevated with the help of your arms tucked under. He loudly sighed, sitting back on the wooden board. Recognizable footfall thumping louder and closer before a wind up bard barged in the room without knocking or announcing his presence.

"You two!" Jaskier exclaimed, ceasing midway in the middle of the room; looking lost and piqued. His pretty face morphed into a tight frown to find you and Geralt utterly rumpled under the sheets. You tossed a look over your shoulder to see the bard straight up crashing inside like there has been no lock or whatsoever.

Geralt motioned with his hands, palms on either side to show how taken aback he was from his friend who came trudging in like he owned the place. His face hinting with displeasure. Wordlessly gesturing towards the bard with a 'What the fuck?' face.

You skeptically hushed whispers beside the witcher, timidly pulling the covers over your wild head, looking stunned as you exclaimed, "I thought you locked the room? I told you to lock it!---What if it was Cirilla?!---Don't you know what a lock is, Geralt?!"

Despite of your panicking and embarrassed state, he was entirely the opposite as he sounded lackadaisical, going on by glaring at the bard who has his face scrunched in utmost displeasure, "I didn't expect them to arrive home this early." the witcher rolled his eyes from his galled self and sent a scowl towards the bard.

Jaskier raised his brow in disbelief, "Early? We've been gone for 8 hours, Geralt!"

"Well, I thought you'll be gone for at least a day and not barge in our room after we had a 'moment', Bard. A knock would’ve suffice."

Another set of padded footsteps, this time it sounded like this person was merrily hopping through the hallway. Until a ball of Ashen hair peeked through the opened doorway with a short Hirikka standing in the middle of the threshold.

"I'm here---woah!" Cirilla seemed to be knocked out of her boots when she saw you emerging from under the covers, bashfully covering your chest with the sheets, looking mortified by everyone seeing you in that kind of state. You were glaring at the witcher who tossed your off the side for a while as he dealt with his scandalous and crazy family.

"---I knew it!" the princess of Cintra loudly clapped and jumped on her feet. Her excitement immediately dying down when she noticed that you both weren't actually clothed beneath the white blankets. She firmly crossed her arms, her nose scrunching in disgust, "---Also, gross! Please do lock the doors next time!"

She whistled at the flabbergasted Hirikka who was sniffing the whole room in bewilderment; stout stopping before the bard as he sniffed him loudly enough for Jaskier to wave his face off away from his face. Cirilla whistled another, catching the beast's attention and making Geralt wince due to his heightened hearing, "Kolby, let's go! I'm giving you a nice warm bath!" before she shut the door closed behind them when he'd run off towards the princess.

Geralt and Jasker were giving each other stern glares; seeming to be in a challenge where one shouldn't back down despite of how mean it appeared to be like.

Jaskier was the first to talk, beginning his interrogation, "Who ruined the dining table?"

You swallowed the butterflies wanting to fly out of your throat, lifting a shaky finger to point at the witcher who was still as he sat on his side of the bed, "I’m definitely not the person who has superpowers here---It's him," but, Geralt seemed to answer in the same time with you.

"No one."

Jaskier didn't seem to want and take everyone's bullshit as he crossed his arms in front of you both. Geralt's clothes on one hand and yours in the other that made a blush go straight up your whole face, burning the dignity that was left. You wanted to yell from how irresponsible you were for leaving your clothes all around the house when you promised yourself that it'll be fixed after your activity.

You didn't expect Geralt to take eight hours---or you did?----and actually forgot what was needed to remember.

"Oh, no one, Geralt? I suppose this shirt is also owned by no one, considering how unclad you are right now? Hmm. Would this tunic come from the Hirikka then?" the toubadour raised his hand where Geralt's black under tunic has been balled up.

Jaskier dramatically puffed out a sigh, sounding like it was the end of the world for what has welcomed them when they came back from their weekly visit for Cuthbert. He held forth about your sudden shenanigans around the house like a father delivering a tirade.

"We leave for eight hours and this is what you both welcomed us in," pause. "---A broken bloody table where we dine!" Another pause as he threw Geralt's clothes at his face in which he caught it perfectly, "---your clothes everywhere in the house like snakes who shed their skins anywhere they go!"

Lastly, his foot fidgeted on the wooden floors, tapping in anxiety as he remembered that tiny scratch he had seen on his beloved musical instrument, entirely galled from the wound it received like it was his baby.

"---and also my lute---my beloved lute falling on the floors! You've hurt her!"

"We didn't touch your lute," Geralt's response was tepid, lazily blinking back at the enraged bard who stood in the middle of the room.

Jaskier's raised his hands to his hips, raising a finger and opening his mouth, expression wild and ready to send another harangue before back paddling inside his train of thoughts.

He briefly shut his mouth, tilting his head to the side as he wondered out loud, "Oh, maybe the air pushed it to fall. I remembered how I left the windows opened too. However---!"

Geralt cut his verbal onslaught, his gaze narrowing at Jaskier who also didn't back down at sending a nasty lour at the entertained witcher.

"I'll fix whatever is needed to fix, bard. Stop your whining," you've felt the bed squeak and bounce. Geralt slipped his legs out of the sheets, feet plopping down the floors as he heavily sighed. It needed power; manpower for Jaskier to leave the room and Geralt knew he wouldn't leave until he pushes him out of the threshold.

The witcher stood tall and firm, completely au naturel from head to foot like how he have been when he was a baby, stark naked without being moved by the idea that Jaskier was in the same room as you. His bare ass never shaking him off and so does the bard.

"Leave. Out of my chambers, Jaskier."

Geralt sauntered to where he is. Your eyebrows raising in amusement as you've marveled over the witcher in the nude. His beautiful, rugged bare back on show with that A+ rating of his derriere in which you freely tried to memorize inside your head.

Though, you couldn't help but take a glimpse of Jaskier who seemed unfazed by this whole nakedness he was seeing; like he was familiar of the whole thing and the white wolf's dangly bits hanging and it has peaked your curiosity.

Do they bathe together then?

The bard has seen your amused smile with a skeptical brow raised to what you were witnessing. Thus, he peeked around Geralt to acknowledge your curiosity; pointing at you with a roguish grin, "That face tells that you have been swimming deep inside the vast depths of the sea, wondering why I am not bothered by the witcher's nudity---"

"Jaskier," Geralt sent a tired warning and held his slim shoulders, forcefully turning him around as he pushed him forward, towards the door.

"---It's because I have rubbed chamomile onto his lovely bottom before! It was true! I never lied! It was a part of the rules in becoming the rightful travel companion until you came along and began rubbing it for himself! Though, I doubt you did it to join our adventures!---"

You couldn't help but stifle your tee-hee from his admission. Finding their friendship amazing to the point that he does it for Geralt; receiving nothing but his altruism and adventures that the witcher has shared together with him.

Geralt loudly closed the door behind Jaskier; his mouth running on and on about how such a change of habits it has been when you came in their life. He'd knock a lot of times, calling out for the both of you and trying to want and barge in your moment but your white wolf finally knew what a lock is and slid the wooden block over the hook to lock his chambers.

"He seriously rubs chamomile on your butt?"

The skyclad man turned on his heel, raising a skeptical brow as you tried to focus hard on his face and not his body that stood before you.

"I guess that silence means yes, then. Oof, such bromance! Don't you think I'm the one who's actually becoming a hindrance between your platonic relationship with your bard?"

"Ridiculous." He took several steps closer, making you turn your head from becoming too flustered over his glorious, scarred body that he certainly isn't afraid or diffident about his imperfections anymore after you've treated them like it was a part of him that you will always accept. Geralt sat on your side, reaching over the bedside table to look beneath the drawers.

The latter placed a small, transparent bottle on your hand. A clear yellowish tone of liquid inside as you stared at it, thoroughly intrigued, "What's this? Is it another one of your witcher potions?"

Geralt hummed in negation, lifting his calloused hand to take your chin in between his fingers, turning your head to look at his ardent, shining amber, "Eucalyptus Oil. Took it from Cirilla's chambers. For you---For later. Perhaps, our recent activities had you feeling utterly spent,"

You've blinked, taken aback from his plans for whatever it is he wanted. Though, it didn't take you to put two on two together to know where his plans would take you, "Why are you---Oh. I know. I definitely know what you want." pause. "---you are insatiable, Geralt."

Geralt gently nudged your chin, tilting it up to his advantage as he leaned down to press a soft buss to your lips. Once again, he'd took your breath away by how tender he was handling you. The mere opposite of what people see and expected from because they never had the chance to walk through him; they didn’t have the courage to know who he really was.

His thumb that rested upon your chin were easily replaced with his lips, kissing you on the spot before gliding the dimples of his nose to yours, subtly giving you an Eskimo kiss.

"My overly developed lechery certainly comes from the mutation,"

Geralt's mouth lifted into a small, unusual beam, fluttering his eyes closed as he concentrated on you and that specific comfort he found. Questions came hitting him like stones, breaking the mirthful bubble that he was brought in.

He didn't want you to go home anymore because he'd found home in you.

But, what if fate had move mountains and threw his happiness away again? Leaving him no choice but to watch you go?

Taglist for WOTN: (Strikethrough means I can’t tag you, bb’s! 💖) @alyxkbrl @himarisolace @barkingbullfrog @ayamenimthiriel @hellodevilslittlesister @vania-marie @spookypeachx @grungelovebug @fangirl-inthe-us @nympeth @amirahiddleston @gabethelobster @dreaming-about-starfleet @uncoolcloudyhead @melaninstylezz @psychosupernatural @missjenniferb @dance-dreamer @marvelousell @kingniazx @angelias134 @tapismyforte @chook007 @covid-donotenter @winter-moons @cheesecakeisapie @silverkitten547 @angelofthor @carrieannewaywardson, @plantingmum, @stuckupstucky, @shesthelastjedi, @a--1--1--3, @gutfucks,

Overall witcher taglist: @pizza-eater-i-ate-the-pizza

General taglist for Henry: @agniavateira, @iloveyouyen, @rahdaleigh,

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setsureadsshit · 4 years

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Lost At Sea: A List of WIP’s I am finally letting go of [ Part 5 ]

[ Part 1 ] [ Post 2 ] [ Post 3 ] [ Post 4 ]

*see posts 1-4*

I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for.....probably half a year now, it was a project I took up at the start of the Covid and then I, like the rest of the world, sort of lost interest in everything for a little while. And then I threw myself into projects I could do around the house and hanging out with my housemates and slowly mourning our lost year. So, here’s THE LIST. And uh. Yeah.

The Soldier In The House Of Birds by Bonnie131313

Summary: A young acolyte finds himself paired with a young soldier

Last Update: 2018

Fandom & Main Pairing: Person Of Interest ; Rinch

Personal Notes: I really wanted to like this fic, I really wanted to but just...something about the style of the writing just doesn’t grab me. But like, I KNOW it’s really good, I can tell it’s well thought out even if it’s not finished but I just can’t...get into it and I’m letting it go.

Sucker For The Classics by nisolex

Summary: Scott was such a bad friend. Stiles only agreed to go on this stupid "pack bonding" trip so he and Scott could spend some time togehter. And what does Scott do? He invites Allison: and he gives her Stiles' seat in the car. Now Stiles is stuck in the Camaro for a 6 hour car ride with Derek Hale. This is gonna be a long week.

**With the show coming to an end, I wanted to write a Sterek fic to take us back to the beginning. This is an ode to the classic Teen Wolf fanfics. It will feature tropes as old as time, and is set sometime around season 3. If nothing else, get ready for some nostalgia, angst, and eventual sexy times.

Last Update: 2018

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Sterek

Personal Notes: Ah man, this fic is so good and tbh it leaves off at a moderately satisfying spot so still worth a read.

Where the lost get found by Ninjanervana

Summary: The Nogitsune took a lot of things from Stiles: Allison, his peace of mind, his consent, his sanity, even his Spark. Maybe it’s time for Stiles to start taking things back.

Last Update: 2019

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Sterek

Personal Notes: I’d hold onto this - if all 7 chapters hadn’t all been posted at the same time and there hasn’t been so much as a peep since. Which is sad because it’s REALLY good but I have a harder time holding onto things that don’t have an update track record I can fall back on you know?

Can’t Hide From The Moonlight by Flarrow

Summary: The semi-unintended sequel to Might As Well Be the Sun, by reader request. One take, a potential telling of part of their married life together.

Last Update: 2016

Fandom & Main Pairing: The Flash ; Flarrow

Personal Notes: I just recently reblogged the first part of this series because I didn’t realize I hadn’t until I checked this, lol. The first one is really good, you should read it! A bummer this second part has kind fallen to the wayside but you know how it goes.

carpe diem by imadoki

Summary: The trials and tribulations that one Tsukishima Kei faces in the events leading up to spring graduation.(aka they're all third years and Tsukishima just wants to give Hinata his second gakuran button but there's a whole bunch of feelings in the way)

Last Update: 2015

Fandom & Main Pairing: Haikyuu!! ; Tsukihina

Personal Notes: I really love this idiot pairing. There...aren’t really any Hinata pairings I don’t like, he’s just so shippable, lmao. It’s a bummer that this one didn’t really get off the ground, it’s always so interesting seeing this pairing from Tsuki’s side of things.

Condo In The Woods by Strangeredlantern

Summary: Scott gets here in four weeks, hopefully bringing some supernatural answers with him. That leaves Stiles four weeks to figure out Isaac. Why he’s here in Bear Valley, why he’s a werewolf, and why his eyes changed from blue to gold and back again not fifteen hours ago over Camden Lahey’s dog tags.

Last Update: 2014

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Stisaac

Personal Notes: I HAVE HELD ONTO THIS FIC. FOR SO FUCKING LONG. IF YOU CAN’T TELL. I REALLY FUCKING LOVE IT, I HAVE HOPED AND HOPED AND HOPED FOR SO LONG AND I AM SO GUTTED TO FINALLY BE GIVING UP ON IT. I LOVED IT. I STILL LOVE IT. STRANGEREDLANTERN, IF YOU’RE OUT THERE, IF YOU SEE THIS, KNOW THAT THERE IS ONE PERSON ON THIS EARTH WHO LOVED YOUR STORY. WHO STILL LOVES YOUR STORY. WHO HOPES YOU’RE HAVING A GOOD LIFE AND STILL WRITING SOMEWHERE.

Dead To Rights by askanasshole

Summary: Stiles is picky when he chooses his jobs. Can't hurt anyone, can't end the world, can't end with him a different species or trapped in an alternate dimension. Can't be face to face. Simple. Easy. Necessary.

Of course his entire life goes to shit when he's forced into a face to face with a werewolf pack stupid enough to get their Second's heart stolen by a witch. Now if their Alpha would stop being so stupidly hot and he could get this job over with, that'd be great.

Last Update: 2015

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Sterek

Personal Notes: I really enjoyed this, it was such a wildly different take on things, I was really interested to see where it was gonna go. Sad to be finally throwing in the towel on it.

Destiny Knows Best by TaliskerMortem

Summary: It was supposed to be just an ordinary one-night stand. A quick tumble in the sheets and then good-bye. Derek’s wolf however, had other plans.

OR: The one in which Derek and Stiles do the do and a certain part of Derek’s wolfish anatomy decides they should be bonded for life.

Last Update: 2018

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Sterek

Personal Notes: Again, the start was pretty promising and it kinda leaves off in a satisfactory way even unfinished but I’m not interested in it enough to keep holding on it.

Dirty Dealing by lookslikenico, winglesswarrior

Summary: Stiles had a plan for his final summer before college. He was going to intern at the Sheriff's station, get ahead on the plans for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, his dad had some hazy idea of him having 'one last summer' as a lazy teenager. Now, he's stuck cooling his heels and feeling very out of place at some stuck up country club, where he feel he has more in common with the staff than the other members. Of course, that could be because the staff include his new 'how have we never met before' best friend Scott and the 'it should be physically impossible for someone to be that perfect' new crush, Derek. Who apparently hates him - but not enough that he won't swallow his pride and put up with Stiles' presence when he's needed to help get Erica out of trouble...

Last Update: 2016

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Sterek

Personal Notes: I honestly don’t remember anything about this fic. So. Enter at your own risk.

#Person Of Interest #Rinch #harold finch x john reese #teen wolf #sterek #derek hale x stiles stilinski #haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei x hinata shouyou #tsukihina #the flash #arrow #flarrow #olivarry #stisaac #stiles stilinski x isaac layhe

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liberty-barnes · 4 years

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Miah’s 1K Celebration

so...

welcome to the mess that is my 1k celebration cause i’m unable to make simple choices and can’t stand the thought of letting people down

as you can see, i’m perfectly normal

the literal 1005 people following me would disagree on that but heyyy details

so anyway

one thousand

one bloody thousand people following me

my inicial reaction is whyyyy??? i’m just a bisexual disaster who sometimes writes a half decent fanfic but you deemed me worthy of your follow?

then i started crying cause yk

but bottomline is, i love you all, you’re the bestest people in the whole entire world, so i’m gonna make both a sleepover and a writing challenge

sleepover cause i like answering questions

writing challenge cause it gives me a chance to show you all other artists and discover other artists myself cause we all need them and they deserve more recognition

special shoutout to my mutuals who i’ll tag at the end for always being there for me and supporting me through every high and every low, y’all are the real heroes here

BUT ANYWAY, ONTO THE CELEBRATION PART, WHICH FINDS ITSELF UNDER THE CUT OTHERWISE IT’D BE TOO BIG TO PROPERLY REBLOG (i tend to ramble a bit, but you already knew that)

Starts: December 11th 2020

Ends: December 20th 2020

Who can participate: everyone, anon or not! no need to be following me either

send me asks for:

✨ my opinion on...

🌻 cast my mutuals as...

🎵 i'll put my playlist on shuffle and give you a song

🍉 random fact about me

🦔 what's my favorite...

🍀 i'll give you advice (or just listen to you rant, if you want)

💬 last text [insert person] sent me

💌 handwritten letter

🎬 movie rec

📖 fic or blog rec

📘 inspiration behind [insert fic name], how i came up with it or if you have questions about it

🖋 line from one of my WIPs (tell me if you want fluff or angst, i won't tell you the pairing or anything, that's no fun)

💋 kiss, date, marry [insert people]

🎤 give me a song an i'll do a mini cover of it (it will be 1min long tops cause that's all tumblr can take lmao)

📷 random picture from my camera roll (you can request a theme if you want, like pictures from my childhood or awkward pics or something)

Rules:

• Open to anyone (don't have to be following me)

• Send me a DM or ask with the prompt(s) you want (two people tops per work) and who you're writing about

• Smut is allowed but make sure to put it in the warnings

• I will accept works for any Marvel character or cast member, part of the Holland clan, 1D member or affiliated, Teen Wolf characters or cast member, Maze Runner character or cast member

• Can be reader inserts or not, but please specify it in your DM/ask too

• Tag me when you're done

• All works will be rebloged under #Miah's 1k writing challenge and put in a masterlist that will be specifically created for this writing challenge

Starts: December 11th 2020

Ends: January 11th 2020

Prompt list:

1. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

2. “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

3. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

4. “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

5. “Can you just please hold me?”

6. “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

7. “Can I stay here tonight?”

8. “You’re really warm.”

9. “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

10. “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

11. “You are crushing me right now.”

12. “Darling I love you and all, but please get out of my kitchen.”

13. "I leave you alone for five minutes and this happens."

14. "I didn't fall. The floor looked lonely so I wanted to hug it." "Then why are you crying?" "It was an emotional reunion."

15. "There's no such thing as too many fairy lights."

16. “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

17. “I love you.” “No you don’t”

18. “Any other lies left to tell me?”

19. “I miss the old you.”

20. “What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

21. “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

22. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

23. "It's okay. It's not your fault that I couldn't be enough."

24. "Please don't leave me."

25. "You have the emotional range of a teaspoon."

26. "Will you shut up for once in your life?"

27. "This isn't about us."

28. "I will shove a christmas tree so far up your ass that when you open your mouth we'll see the fairy lights."

29. "I'm not crying, my eyes are sweating"

30. "Is that blood?" "Yes, but it's not mine." "Is that supposed to make it better?"

31. "I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

32. “Why is arson always your first answer?”

33. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing?"

34. "I can explain!" "Then explain." "Okay, I can't explain."

35. "Get out of here with your facts. Just because you're accurate does not mean you're interesting."

36. "How many hearts did you break while trying to keep yours intact?"

37. "I know everything. It's in the job description."

38. "One more word out of you and I'll rip your throat out with my teeth."

39. "Do you listen to girl in red?"

40. "Is that code for something or am I just paranoid?"

41. "With how things have been going, I might as well start working at a circus."

42. "I love (him/her/them)." "Then why did you give up?" "Cause (he/she/they) deserved better."

43. "I want to ask but something tells me the answer will be more disturbing than anything I can think of."

44. "Do you think he's... *flicks wrist*?"

45. "Do I look like an idiot to you?" "Do you want me to answer that honestly or politely?"

46. "Just how clumsy are you?"

47. "So... the weather?"

48. "Just leave."

49. "Don't you fucking dare!"

50. "You don't have to talk right now. But whenever you're ready, if you're ever ready, I'll be here to listen."

tagging and complimenting my amazing mutuals cause y’all deserve it

@parkersbliss thank you for marrying me, first of all, and for being the most amazing wife one could ask. i wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you and i will never stop ebing thankful for your existence

@peterspideyy thank you for listening to my rants along with grace and supporting me during all my simping, you’re the sweetest thing existing since powdered sugar

@theamazingtomholland thank you for always putting a smile on my face, reminding me that i’m loved everyday and just being you, cause it’s the best thing you could be

@lozzypoz321 thank you for listening to me rant abt my fics and how much i hate writing and then motivating me to write again or do basic things like get out of bed lmao (we still have the best taste in music)

@everything-is-alrightt kenzie lovely, thank you for being the pure little ball of unfiltered joy that you are cause even thinking about you and the jump shit your brothers get up to makes me smile like crazy, you’re amazing and don’t you dare forget it

@spider-trash thank you for being my brother, going alon with my ridiculous schemes for corrupting posie and making me laugh out loud every time you come up with something even worse, you’re the coolest bro i could ask for

and finally, thank you @fallinfortom for inspiring me to write in the first place, being an amazing mum to us, an actual good role model for me to have and for your random appearances in my dreams and the fun english teacher who makes us read tom holland fics instead of english literature. you’re amazing and i’m incredibly thankful to know you

love you all to the ends of the universe and back again, Miah

#libbys stuff #miah's 1k celebration #miah's 1k sleepover #miah's 1k writing challenge

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mischiefandi · 4 years

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My Blog in 2021 <3

Hi everyone!!

I’ll be writing again soon and I wanted to give you guys some information on what I’m gonna be doing on here from now on. There’s gonna be a few changes to how I’ll be handling my blog and my writing which is why I’m making this post so everything makes sense and you know what’s coming <3

everything is below the cut ! ( this is quite a serious post ngl :)

Fandoms

As you’ve probably seen on my blog these past few weeks, I’ve fallen back in love with the Harry Potter universe and I’ve decided I will be writing fanfiction about Harry, Fred Weasley, and the Marauders (Wolfstar content, Sirius Black x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader, and some Marauders headcanons). I will still be writing for Peter Parker in the MCU fandom and I will also be writing for Drake Walker from the Choices fandom. However, I’ve decided that after I finish my series “A Shitty Love Song” (Stiles Stilinski x Reader), I will officially stop writing for Stiles.

He’s still one of my comfort characters but I don’t feel as inspired anymore and because Teen Wolf ended so long ago now, I just don’t feel the same love for it as I used to. I will definitely still reblog gif sets and shitposts about Teen Wolf!! and I will not stop talking about Stiles on my blog lmao but I won’t be writing about him anymore. I know a lot of people follow me for that, so I apologise if you feel let down or disappointed.

I really appreciate all the love and the support you guys have been surrounding me with ever since I joined the Teen Wolf fandom, and I still love yall and will gladly discuss the show with you guys!! Thank you for understanding, I really hope you’ll still enjoy my blog and my content!

NSFW Content

Because I was a minor up until last August, I wasn’t comfortable with writing smut or NSFW content. My views on NSFW content on tumblr have changed a lot in the past few months and I have realised that I am now responsible for the content that I decide to share with readers and followers. I am 18 years old and I now feel comfortable writing smut, meaning I will be posting NSFW fics on my blog starting now. However, I would like to make some things clear:

If you are under 18 years old, I ask that you do not interact with my NSFW content. You are allowed to read my other fanfiction and you are allowed to interact with my blog and with me, however, my NSFW content is off limits. I know that this won’t necessarily make sense to everyone, and I know people will be upset, but this is a boundary I will enforce for your own protection as well as my own. I really am sorry if you feel disappointed or feel excluded, but smut is written pornography and there is a reason why the law prohibits minors from interacting with it.

As a legal adult, I do not feel comfortable supplying minors with sexual content. All minors, including my friends/mutuals, will be blocked if they interact with my NSFW content, so I ask again: please do not interact with my NSFW content if you are under 18, regardless of where you live, where you’re from, and regardless of your past sexual experiences. I will not be making exceptions and this isn’t up for discussion. I really do not want to be rude or act pretentious, but this really is a necessity and I will be taking this seriously.

Like I said, I will now start writing smut, however I will only be writing smut about 18 year olds and above. I do not feel comfortable writing smut about minors, even if they are 16-17. I know that minors engage in sexual behaviour in real life, but like I said, I do not feel comfortable writing about it. I also will not be writing non-con content, nor will I write about incest or dubious consent content. I ask that you please respect my choice.

For the sake of transparency, I will keep tagging the sexual content on my blog as NSFW and I will add it in the warnings above my fanfiction every time. Again, I ask that you respect these boundaries if you are a minor. I also ask that the other adult creators tag my writings as NSFW if they decide to reblog them. Thank you!!

Lastly, because I am 18, I want to say that if you feel uncomfortable with me interacting with your content or talking to you, do not hesitate to tell me and I will respect your own boundaries. Friendships on tumblr are complicated because everyone can stay anonymous while maintaining relationships with each other, which can make some people very uncomfortable, especially minors. I will completely understand if you would rather I stay away from your blog.

What I Read

I love reading people’s fanfiction and I really try to be supportive of my friends and their content however I have realised that there are a few things I see that make me uncomfortable, which is why I have decided to tell you guys that I will not be reading NSFW content about real people anymore. I don’t judge creators that do write about real people, nor do I necessarily disagree with them, I just know that it doesn’t make me feel comfortable anymore so I will not be reading those kinds of fics anymore. I am really sorry if that upsets or disappoints you but I’m not going to force myself to read things that make me feel uneasy haha.

Also, I don’t think I have ever interacted with fanfiction that talks about someone’s real life trauma because it always made me feel extremely uncomfortable, and I don’t intend on starting now so please don’t tag me in content like that! I don’t want to disrespect your work or your writing, but I feel that there are certain boundaries we have to respect as “fans” and romanticising a real person’s personal trauma is just not right in my eyes (Dylan O’Brien’s accident for instance). Yes, this includes past relationships or exes (something I didn’t always respect but now I do).

Speaking of trauma, I would like to specify something.

I will not, and will never romanticise a character on here who’s personality revolves around his/her/their trauma (yes, even if it’s fictional). It was a big issue with Arvin Russell in the Tom Holland fandom, and it will be an even bigger issue when Cherry comes out. I used to read Mitch Rapp fanfiction, something that I don’t intend on doing anymore, unless it’s soft Mitch who’s resolved his issues haha. If a character’s entire story arc and trauma has turned them into a violent and mentally ill person, it is not something that I want to romanticise or fantasize about. It can be harmful because it reinforces the idea that toxic relationships and/or violence are romantic or sexy things. They aren’t.

What to expect on my blog for the next few months

I will be writing again in two weeks and here is what I’ve got cooking:

I will finish posting A Shitty Love Song

I will be writing a series about Harry Potter and an OC (this is a big project I’m taking on so I won’t be giving more details until I’ve really worked on it)

I will be writing a Fred Weasley series (will include smut so prepare yourselves haha)

I will be writing more Peter Parker one-shots and I might have some series ideas for later down the line

I will be writing more Drake Walker one-shots

I will be finishing writing the song blurb requests I got way back in November (im sorry it’s been so long!!)

I will also be starting a new weekly thing on my blog. I’ll explain the details in a couple of weeks but there will be a taglist so you guys get notified when we play <3

I WILL BE PLANNING A 1.2K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION WHEN I’M DONE WITH EXAMS I LOVE U GUYS

I realise that this post is insanely long and not exactly fun to read, so if you’ve stuck around till the end, thank you so much!! Please respect the boundaries I have set for my blog and please try to understand where I’m coming from before you do anything haha. I really don’t mean to act all high and mighty or superior to anyone, I’m really not haha, but I do feel responsible for the content I share on here and this is a post I’ve been meaning to make for quite some time now. I love you guys so so so much, thank you for 1.2K followers!! I feel blessed and I am so so so excited to keep creating content for you and for myself. 2021 will be awesome <333333

tagging my mutuals and my forever tag+other posts tag:

News and Other Posts Tag

@stiles-o-dylan24 @duskholland @mersuperwholocked-lowlife @hcomet28 @decaffeinated--fangirl @teen--marvel @cheesecakes-randomshitz

Forever Tag

@stixnstripesworld @masterofbluff @drakewalker04 @superapplepie @apatheticanvas67482

Mutuals

@duskholland @thelittlestkitsune @apatheticanvas67482 @mrscutiefandobhaz @teen--marvel @aquariusholland @mersuperwholocked-lowlife @siriusly-harry @solstilla

#v rambles #blog psa #thank you for understanding #again #im sorry if i come off as rude or as pretentious!!#truly is not my intention #just think it's better that the boundaries are clearly stated and that everyone knows what to expect #love u guys!!

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cuntess-carmilla · 4 years

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D0n’t r3bl0g

I’ll preface this with three statements:

Don’t reblog this. Yes, I know it’s in the title of the post but you bitches can’t read.

I feel compassion towards the people who up until today trusted her, and I’d be a hypocrite to act like I’m all knowing and infallible considering I excused her behavior for a long time too and enabled her as well. I understand, in particular, why bi woc would cling to someone like her and have an impulse to protect her, for both who she is and the content she provided.

There’s a lot to be said about her antiblackness, but me being non-Black, not having had exactly the firmest condemnation of it at the time, and many of the people she’s disappointed today being Black wlw, I don’t feel comfortable being the one to expand on that. I’m only mentioning it briefly in this point for the sake of acknowledging that that’s an issue too.

That said, it’s my opinion that Navya’s “reach” (for lack of a better word) on this website would’ve been lesser if she had been properly held accountable for her constant blatant lesbophobia.

Again, I’m not angry at anyone other than her for the most part, and I feel sad for the people who trusted her and are hurting over this, so please don’t take this as me “calling out” anyone or anything alike. Again pt 2, I enabled and excused her lesbophobia for a while too, so I’d be a hypocrite to chastise anyone for that.

The thing is, biphobic lesbians sadly did give her enough genuine ammunition to claim biphobia at the smallest criticism of her lesbophobia, but she really was (and I’m sure still is) a raging lesbophobe and I started to feel uncomfortable with her by the last bunch of months we were mutuals, but was too much of a coward to openly acknowledge it, as well as too scared that I was being a Delusional Hysterical Dyke.

I don’t fucking know why I let it slide so much, even as her lesbophobia personally made me hate myself as a lesbian to the point of her adding into my suicidality, but she really was going around saying countless times shit like “Thank God I only talk to bi and straight woc” clearly in reference and reaction to lesbian anything. Saying “I only talk to bi woc” is one thing and that I can understand (even though she would’ve indirectly bitten my head off if I said the same as a lesbian lol) but adding the straight women into it makes it a different type of statement. I seriously don’t know why I kept my mouth shut on that, it’s not something I would’ve allowed to slide from anyone else.

I started to see her insane levels of egotism, pettiness, cowardice and arrogance whenever I made posts discussing my own hurt as a lesbian, things as “casual” and brief as “I hate being a dyke lmao” in reference to intracommunity lesbophobia triggering me, and she’d immediately start to mirror everything I said but about herself as bisexual. Which, obviously feeling self-hatred as a bi woman and feeling hated within spaces that should be the most accepting towards her is a real and valid feeling, but she started to replicate my exact phrasing after a while and would almost always make that kind of comment indirectly right after I made mine as if she was always responding to me.

In general she would post a lot of shit mirroring mine in that way or vagueblog about my commentary on intracommunity lesbophobia. This chick went as far as to (correctly) point out that biphobique was pushed out of this website via biphobic harassment specifically, but when Yole being pushed out similarly (back when she identified as a lesbian) was brought up in conjunction to that, she brushed it off as it being because she was a Black wlw, which she directly named as being the one thing she had “in common” with biphobique, intentionally obfuscating that Yole was pushed out via specifically lesbophobic harassment mainly perpetrated by bi women, just like biphobique’s biphobic harassment was mainly perpetrated by lesbians. Nope, it was just because she’s a Black wlw, her (at the time self-identified) lesbianism specifically had NOTHING to do with it, but biphobia specifically did have everything to do with the other case. Because lesbophobia is not that big a deal and no one hates lesbians specifically for being lesbians, only for being wlw in general, but bi women are hated specifically for being bi women instead. Apparently.

Every time I tried to make any post addressing intracommunity lesbophobia she’d make yet another type of vague post (having a much larger following than me) redirecting the attention towards “But bi women...!” which, AGAIN, is obviously an important thing to discuss, but can we fucking discuss lesbophobia for once without having the spotlight stripped from us for five fucking minutes? Or is that too much to ask?

It happened with shit such as me begging to please stop spreading (the misreading of?) a statistic that while correctly assessing the insane levels of abuse bi women face, also painted lesbians as facing significantly less abuse than cis straight women. In the context of this stupid fucking website in which I have had to see posts about how lesbians are privileged over bi AND STRAIGHT women all the fucking time and how we’re supposedly never fucking abused and WE alone are to blame for the abuse bi women face.

It happened with me discussing that lesbian self-hatred comes 99% of the time not from us liking women, but from us NOT liking men, which in another vague post she deemed as me saying that “bi women benefit from being attracted to men” when that was not what I said at all. I never even mentioned bi women specifically until I had to clear that up. I begged in one (1) post for people to extend the same level of solidarity to us that they demand from us, I begged people to see us as vulnerable human beings who have Feelings and hurt too, and she made a victim of herself on another vague post in response.

Everything always had to be about her and what mattered to her specifically. Which, fine in your personal life, but let the rest do the fucking same if that’s how you’re gonna be too. It wasn’t just that she had to always divert attention back to herself but created an environment in which it was seen as horrendous for lesbians to behave with 1% of the same self-priority.

Honestly, being around her as a lesbian felt like constantly walking on eggshells and increased my internalized lesbophobia exponentially. I saw in real time her influence turning other bi women into vocal lesbophobes thinking that shit was Radical. She and the people who supported her lesbophobia reinforced SO MUCH of the sentiment of Apologize For Being A Lesbian At Every Turn OR ELSE...! that’s so prevalent everywhere in which dykes dare to breathe.

But few people took it seriously, and those few people who took it seriously, especially Black lesbians, were painted as vile biphobes, no matter how careful they were to not fall into biphobia in their critiques of her lesbophobia.

I still see the impact of her widespread lesbophobia in this website to this day and very soon after I ceased any sort of contact with her (which was when I left Tumblr in early 2019) I came to terms with the fact that she’s a raging lesbophobe and stopped being too found of her memory, to say the least.

I wish so badly we could all take lesbophobia more seriously rather than, as per usual literally everywhere in the world, seeing claims of lesbophobia as dykes just being our delusional hysterical cunt selves always crying wolf. And I wish too that biphobic lesbians hadn’t given her all the excuse to claim biphobia whenever she was being rightfully criticized over her lesbophobia. What a way to dig your own graves you dumb bitches.

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Closer to You

Inspired by this picture! I’ve had this fic rumbling around my skull ever since I first saw that picture, and finally (after sharing the idea with some friends on discord and getting some positive feedback) decided to write it!

Poly!Queen but with a focus on Brian/Freddie. The aforementioned/linked pic occurs, and it’s delightful, but with a little Bit Extra that occurs. As a result of that Extra, it’s only natural that some playful one-upmanship of a kind should occur as well.

As you might have started to guess, there is smut in this one, and in fact that’s...well that’s a lot of it askldfja. I have no defense either; I’m just having a good time here.

Titled after the Adam Lambert song because I'm a yearning gay motherfucker lmao.

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

It was planned chaotically, was how he liked to say it.

Step here, crawl there, on your knees then back up and over to Brian, arch your back in front of him (and admire the little smile it always earned him.)

But the kiss wasn’t planned; a quick dip down on Brian’s part and said kiss that lasted just long enough to make his knees a bit weak as he bounced back up and away from Brian, still on schedule with the next bit of movement onstage.

He couldn’t help the blushing though, and thank goodness they knew the crowds like they did (no shock or anger at such a kiss here, just giggles and wolf whistles and some shouting from the audience.)

The show went on, and he tried not to be distracted by the thoughts in his head.

Backstage, however...

---

“You little shit!”

“Sorry,” Brian smiled. “I couldn’t help myself, but it was probably too bold. No one seemed to mind though.”

“Why would they?” Roger asked with a laugh. “Think most of them got to see something they’d been waiting for; you made their night!”

“We could have too,” John noted. “Might have been a lot for one show though.”

“You find a way to lean over the kit without knocking it down to kiss me, and we’ll make ourselves the focus of the next show,” Roger said. “Let these two have their spotlight moment for tonight.”

“You could have gotten me back with something,” Brian said as he packed up. “Honestly, I was shocked when you didn’t try anything.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be doing that,” Freddie replied as he slipped past Brian to snag some of their clothing off of the racks, getting in a quick smack to Brian’s ass as he moved. “You just won’t know when until it’s happening.”

Brian’s face was red, but his smile eager, even as John and Roger laughed.

“Alright, bet on who makes who come while onstage first?” Roger offered to John.

“Don’t be nasty; they won’t go that far!”

Roger shot Freddie a look. “I’d say we don’t know that for sure.”

---

That actually wasn’t his intention. That would be far too much interruption during a show, and too much in general at that.

But if he could make Brian’s knees weak, make him want to drag him backstage immediately after a show and tear his clothing off?

That would be just fine.

Part of it was just to go off the planned track of things. He started it slow at the next show, stumbling into Brian’s area of the stage more often than he might have otherwise. Bumping hips with him, singing with him at his mic (a convenient time to grind himself against Brian’s ass), just being as much in Brian’s way as he could.

And it earned him smiles and giggles and the occasional grind back, but it wasn’t enough yet.

“I thought you were going to get back at me for that kiss,” Brian teased him after the show. “Was that it?”

“I did expect more from you, Fred,” Roger said. “I’m not disappointed, just surprised.”

“He’s not done,” John smirked. “You both know that.”

Freddie only grinned. They’d see the rest of it as it happened, even if patience wasn’t a virtue most of them could hold onto for long.

---

He could feel Roger and John watching him now too, as he ground his way up Brian’s leg, letting his head drop onto Brian’s shoulder for a minute. All under the guise of ‘being into the music’ (which admittedly, he was), but just as much it was to drive Brian mad.

It seemed to work. Brian’s breath was shaky the longer he lingered there, and he missed singing along with the next few lines. As soon as he felt Brian was really weak-kneed, he drifted away again.

And then he stayed away, except for a few runs back for air guitar, but never too close to Brian. Who did try and scoot closer to him, catching his eyes once with a questioning look when Freddie bounded away yet again.

Brian only shook his head and laughed backstage, but there was a delightful tension in his eyes every time he caught Freddie’s gaze.

Almost there.

---

He pulled that move again at the next show, more than a few times. Truthfully, his legs were almost less tired than usual, purely because he spent so much time bracing himself against Brian.

Grinding on his thigh, barely resisting the urge to let a hand pull Brian’s hips back when he bumped up behind him to sing with him at his mic, and otherwise draping himself all over Brian as much as he could.

He knew for sure he’d done it when Brian broke, and reached for him one of the few moments he bounced away to cover the rest of the stage.

There was no hiding that, from Freddie, from Roger and John, from the road crew watching, from the audience.

Which had to explain why he didn’t hide it backstage either.

“Please take this,” Brian commanded, politely (and if that wasn’t just adorable too) of the guitar tech that followed them backstage. “Quickly, now!”

The tech only laughed and raised a brow when he caught Freddie’s eye. The road crew would be staying away from their area of the backstage then, at least.

John and Roger’s laughter could be heard, but they dipped away into the other green room, and suddenly he realized why they’d insisted upon making use of both rooms at this venue.

He giggled himself as Brian nearly dragged him into their green room, slamming the door shut behind them. “You alright?”

“I-” Brian hesitated. His fingers went on a journey, undoing his zipper, only to switch to the buttons of his arrow-covered tunic, then briefly reaching to yank down part of Freddie’s leotard. “There’s too much to try and take off here.”

He couldn’t help but laugh fully at that, draping his arms around Brian’s neck as he kissed him. “We can’t fuck here anyway, you know that.”

“Do we know that?” Brian protested weakly. “There’s no law. Well. Public decency laws I guess, but I think the door locks...”

“You’re so fucking adorable,” Freddie sighed, resting his head on Brian’s shoulder. “But I’m going to make you wait until the hotel.”

“That is...absolutely cruel,” Brian murmured.

“Mhm, but you don’t hate it, do you?” Freddie teased, giving him another quick kiss before moving away and working his leotard off. “How much will it kill the mood if you help me pull this off of my legs?”

“It won’t,” Brian smiled, and waited for him to sit down in the nearest chair before kneeling down to help tug the material off.

“Oh yes, because this is incredibly erotic,” Freddie smiled. “Dragging sweaty lycra off of your boyfriend, what more could you ask for?”

“I’ve got ideas,” Brian replied, and leaned down to press kisses to Freddie’s bare thighs.

It was his turn to shiver at that, with the touch of Brian’s lips and the almost ticklish feeling of his curls on his skin.

Brian glanced up at Freddie’s cock, hard despite the restraint of the dancer belt he’d worn underneath the leotard for the night. “I thought you were going to make me wait for the hotel?”

“Shut up,” Freddie sighed. “I’ll be fine to make it there, thank you.”

“And you’ll hide that how?”

“I could ask you the same,” Freddie replied, gesturing to the bulge in Brian’s tight trousers. “We’ll just have Roger and John walk in front of us.”

“And what if they’re over in their room doing this too?”

Freddie rolled his eyes playfully. “Then we give anyone watching us leave a show!”

---

They didn’t, though it took noticeably more time to get ready to leave (not his fault that he got distracted by thinking of kissing the freckles all over Brian’s chest, anyone would fall to the same thoughts while helping him out of his tunic.) But that was almost better, as many of the fans had gotten understandably tired of waiting, and had left.

“I can admit I would have lost my original bet,” Roger said as they walked down the road to the blessedly close hotel. “But I think I could make another one now that I know I’d win...”

“Too bad you’ll be too busy with me to make bets of any kind,” John teased, and Freddie realized that Brian clearly hadn’t been too far off in assuming how they’d spent their time in the other green room.

But that worked fine. There were nights where all of them squished into the same room, the same bed, and nights where they paired off instead. Both were good, and he certainly didn’t mind if tonight was a night of pairing off and potentially raising separate noise complaints from any nearby guests.

Roger and John were at one end of the hall, himself and Brian at the other, and right about now he dreaded that they hadn’t argued to take the room at the closer end. Because while Roger and John slipped away into their room, there was still a long hall to walk for himself and Brian.

But like he’d figured, there would be no making it all the way to their room without pause.

That it came in the form of Brian, suddenly and apparently not caring about being seen, pressing him against the wall, holding his arms in place above his head, a thigh gently shoved in between his legs, made it a very good pause indeed.

“The room is maybe five feet away,” he teased all the same when Brian finally stopped kissing him to take a breath. “Shall I carry you?”

Brian smiled, and before Freddie could get another word out, pulled him up into his arms.

“Brian!” he hissed it, even as his legs wrapped around Brian’s waist. “Someone could walk up here-”

“Good,” Brian interrupted. “Let them.”

“You are something else,” Freddie whispered, cradling Brian’s face to kiss him as Brian did his best to carefully walk them to the door of their room.

“Yeah, but so are you,” Brian said. “We match.”

Match they did, as Brian fumbled the door open, finally forced to put Freddie down as they stumbled inside. Matching hands reaching to push the door shut, to try and lock it quickly, then to flick on the light switch. Matching feet nearly tripping over each other as they made their way to the bed while matching fingers tugged at street clothes to pull them off and toss them to the floor.

Normally, they might have paused now. For a shower, and to see if they really had the energy to keep going (there was the high of the show, and then the crash after, and sometimes it utterly killed any other plans they had for the night.)

Instead, it only slowed.

Which was both better and torturous, as far as Freddie was concerned. On his back on the bed, shirt gone, trousers open but not yet pulled off, while Brian straddled him. His head was bent down, pressing kisses to Freddie’s chest, the light touch of his curls making Freddie squirm.

He couldn’t keep his hips from bucking up against Brian, who lifted his head and grinned.

“Have patience!”

But he bucked his hips again, and smirked at the groan it earned him. “What was that about patience, Bri?”

“Oh shut up,” Brian moaned, sitting back up and leaning back to roll against him.

And that was a picture that Freddie tried to take a mental snapshot of. Brian leaned back, his bare chest a sinuous sight that he wished he could reach and lick his way up. His trousers undone just enough that Freddie could reach forward and palm at Brian’s hard cock through his pants. It made Brian shudder beautifully, grinding himself down even harder against Freddie.

“Patience is overrated, at times,” Freddie murmured. “Don’t you think?”

Brian nodded, and climbed off of him long enough for the rest of their clothes to be pulled off and tossed away from the bed.

He’d put condoms and a bottle of lube into the drawer of the bedside table as a just in case, and he was incredibly glad he had now. He could grab them without having to move away from Brian’s lips and hands, that wandered happily over his skin.

Brian’s hands did stop to take the lube from him though, eager fingers working himself open while Freddie watched.

Brian groaned as he worked, and Freddie shook his head.

“Don’t you dare make yourself come. Not unless you think you can keep going after.”

Brian only smirked in response, eyes still closed.

He took the spare time to get a condom on, to steal the lube back for a moment and slick it over his cock.

Another moment, and Brian was in his lap, slowly working himself onto his cock, thigh muscles shaking as he did.

“Good?”

Brian nodded and swallowed hard. “Think I’m going to make kissing you onstage a habit, if this is what it gets me.”

Freddie leaned up, smiling at the moan the movement elicited from Brian, and kissed him hard. “I’d like that.”

“So will the fans,” Brian giggled, then shivered as Freddie thrust gently.

There was no more room for talking then, lips focused only on kissing and leaving marks at each other’s necks and chest, while Brian readjusted his legs to wrap around Freddie.

He only kept them like that for a bit more, conscious that Brian’s knees would start to hurt the longer they stayed that way. Just as good was switching to put Brian on his back, slipping inside of him again to a happy moan, fucking him hard and leaning down to pull at his curls (carefully, mindfully, lovingly) until he felt Brian’s cock twitch and jump between them, his come warm as it hit their skin.

He started to slip out of him, content to pull the condom off and jack himself off onto Brian’s stomach, but Brian’s hands held his hips down.

“Keep going,” Brian’s voice shuddered. “I can handle it; you feel so fucking good, please just keep going.”

He let himself lean back down, thrusting hard, erratic (because fuck did Brian feel good, warm around him, legs around his waist to hold him as close as possible.)

Brian’s voice was in his ear, half wordless happy mumbling, half moaning his name, begging him to not stop.

That was all it took, and he let his eyes close, head dropped against Brian’s chest as he came hard.

Brian’s fingers lingered in his hair, playing with it as Freddie slipped out of him, panting and pressing kisses to his collar bone.

The need to get up and grab a towel so they could clean up was there in his mind, but he couldn’t bear the thought of moving.

“Give it a few minutes,” Brian murmured. “I can’t...”

“I know,” Freddie sighed happily. “Can we just stay here maybe? I think leaving bed is as overrated as patience.”

Brian kissed his forehead, and he felt like he was glowing. “It might be. But I’ll get up eventually. Get us cleaned up. Least I can do after you fucked me that well.”

They settled into soft giggles and gentle making out, and all he could think of was Brian kissing him again onstage.

Sure, the fans might enjoy the bit of extra show too. As would John and Roger, and that was lovely.

But at the end of it, it was truly all for him and Brian, and that was what made it perfect, and made his heart feel so wonderfully full it might burst.

#text post #LeeH writes #queen band fic #brian may x freddie mercury

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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 19) (With visuals included 😉)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

UPDATES FOR WITCHER OF THE NIGHT WILL BE PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY NOW IN MY TIME (GMT +8) (Posted earlier today, thank you very much for my thirst! Heehee!)

CHAPTER 18

WOTN MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Evil is evil. People and abomination may be the reason why the world can't be a better place especially in the continent.

Warnings: Blood. The 'Kikker' mentioned here ain't a real monster in the witcher. I just made it up. A bloody, thrashed reader. A maddened, feral, tired witcher. Degrading names. People being assholes. With Geralt’s visuals included but I don’t know how this is a warning?

Words: 5.6k

A/N: A story cannot consist of only glitters and rainbows. Sometimes, it's better to add darkness in it and a ton shit of angst. Heh. I’m cackling with the Geralt GIF’s I’ve included. It’s like he’s so bored and done af while talking to anyone. 😭😂😂😂 GERALT, OH GERALT. I DESERVE A KISS GERALT FROM HOW DEDICATED I AM TO YOU! Please appreciate my effort, people! LMAO 😭😂💗 ENJOY AND HAVE A NICE WEEKEND!

Disclaimer: PNG’s and pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF’s too. However, the edits and this fanfic is definitely from moi. Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.(Credits to those who made the GIF’s. Some don’t have their watermarks included. I don’t remember where I’ve saved the others from)

It was at around nightfall when Geralt of Rivia has arrived at the foot of the castle's barbican, his swords lunched on his back with bags in his hand and a sour expression written on his picturesque face that screams he wasn't there for a peaceful negotiation.

He'd calmly walked along the aqueduct, his footsteps heavy and impatient as he dropped his bags on the ground, familiarizing over the enormous castle that stood before him and he couldn't help but sigh, atopic of the whole vibe that every castle has given the white wolf. He really didn't want to cross paths with the royals ever again after that show he had by helping Jaskier and he hoped that his help for you didn't include another child of surprise that can happen.

Group of cavaliers shielded the gates with their swords on their hands. Geralt kept silent with a stern purse of his lips and a tightened jaw, he heavily sighed another one and continued to be uncommunicative when one equestrian audibly nagged for what the butcher of Blaviken needed.

Geralt deliberately rolled his eyes as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, giving them a scowl in which they've didn't took it very nicely as they began to draw their swords.

The witcher has heard footfalls echoing from the castle, hasty and restive and it didn't take a second for Geralt to see the king's close friend and an advisor for the royal family emerge from the gates.

Eanraig came forth out of the port; one of Caed Myrkvid's druids and someone whom Geralt has been talking to since decades ago where he has visited Caed Dhu and having their first meeting in the black forest.

The scholar wore a brown long, surcoat as he step foot out of the gates, his white long beard and wild, unwashed gray wavy hair stopping on the tips of his shoulders. Thin lines of wrinkles crafted his face which has given him the look that he was nearly old. His grey colored eyes wholly jiggered to see the white wolf in the foot of their fortress and with an expression that simply tells him that he was pissed.

He always does look like it but the druid knew that Geralt was truly feeling that way and it wasn't just his normal face that you see everyday.

"Yield your swords this instance!"

Geralt gave him a nonchalant flicker of his eyes, opening his mouth to gruffly speak, "Eanraig." his face remained stoic, his timbre sounding utterly lackadaisical when he addressed the scholar.

Eanraig trudged his way to where he was. The soldiers immediately surrendering their weapons down as they firmly stood from side to side, watching the two acquaintances converse in a quiet and calm talk. The druid was cordial as he gave a smile, "Geralt of Rivia. They have been expecting you,"

"Hmm." the latter hummed out of nowhere, narrowing his golden amber eyes at the Elder Druid in acrimony, "---they've taken what's mine. I've been told to never step foot within the berm of eminent citadels,"

Sardonically speaking, Earnraig tilted his head to the side. The flicker in his eyes humorous and mocking, "Yet, here you are, witcher." he throatily chuckled and croaked, his voice sounding drier than usual due to being long in the tooth, "---I shall guess, you are here to save a lover?"

Geralt kept his mouth in a tight thin line, shifting his eyes away from the druid with his question unanswered by the witcher.

"What unlucky fate you have, Geralt. Your lovers always bring out the worst in you---because you don't appear to be in the greatest and friendliest condition,"

"When did I ever?" the white wolf hoarsely mumbled beneath his breath, sighing in the process of it all as he frowned, taking heed of the feeble man before him. His tone was derisive and saturnine for what caustic comment he curtly claimed, "---How are you keeping up with their scoundrel works of art?"

Eanraig smiled; though, Geralt read that it wasn't meant to say he was jovial over the regime and changes he has noticed when the world began to change. His smile was brittle and unconvincing, "I never did. Since Tybalt arrived and has been taken as the crown for our army of gallants, destitution has taken its place. Heedless for the Kaedwenians because of how the vampire is capturing women for safe keeping, greasing his own palms by selling them to anyone who will want them,"

The witcher expected that answer before even asking. He nodded back at the druid, completely austere and phlegmatic as he kept silent; not letting the scholar know what he was thinking. Eanraig lifted a hand to give Geralt a pat on his burly, armored shoulder.

"King Veduka and Queen Makeda will speak to you once we get there," pause. "---And I doubt they'll be happy to see a witcher who has rejected their favor after two years. Come,"

As that has been said, the gatekeepers unbolted the entryway; given the approval from the king's advisor as Geralt grabbed his belongings, stringing along with him as they walked the route towards where the gatehouse is. The earth toned portcullis at its full defense as he sees it from far north.

"I wouldn't be helping their beloved cursed prince when they haven't coerced me into complying, Eanraig."

The druid strolled objectively alongside Geralt, continuously discoursing in the subject about who made him adhere to the king's favors---taking one person for abduction and he was already showing himself to them with no begging included unlike staying thoroughly surreptitious in the deepest parts of Kaedwen's forest. Only one woman was needed for him to accept such.

"If only you would've seen how they saw this as an opportunity to benefit them. I know your woman doesn't belong to this world. They knew your weakness, Witcher."

Eanraig has heard him hum, lower than his usual habit of susurration and it sounded like a sound of disapproval, "The sorceress has plans for her. Tybalt has hunted down a woman who exactly looks and sounds like her. But, exactly the opposite from her characteristics. She was one of Kaedwenians sly thieves."

Savia. He suddenly remembered out of the blue as he kept tacit. She was the woman who looked exactly like you despite of having the contrary of her traits over yours. Geralt pondered over the thought, finding it difficult to decipher how there was another person like you in his universe, a doppleganger of some sort that was entirety a clone of your genetics. Maybe Savia was a doppler or his midget? No. You were teleported to their dimension with no magic nor strength to do so.

What was seriously happening in the continent?

Eanraig saw how Geralt was in deep thought for what was shared; never one to beat around the bush; he enunciated straight to the point, "The king has been convinced that she's her twin. Howbeit, I never believed it nor did Ingrith or Tybalt. It was the queen's manipulation because her double has taken one of her favorite Cobalt necklaces that was given by the king,"

"---and now, they are starving her to death. Even walloped with a stick on her back till she was bleeding and wounded,"

The sentence has given Geralt a whiplash. He ceased from walking alongside Eanraig, his stature turning rigid and immobile with his jaw clenching for what was heard. Did he heard him right?

You are being aggressed in the hands of another when he does not lay a single hand on you; being battered by humans who didn't know exactly who you are nor do they have proof that you are the person who has stolen items from the queen.

"What?"

Eanraig's fair share of talk explains why his chest felt suffocating and utterly uneasy. They were hurting you till the heart of the sorceress was content enough.

The druid continued his blabbers, heedful of Geralt's stiff stance and his sudden reclusive mood, "---Ingrith told the queen that she was somehow cursed with a fate just like you,"

It wasn't a second of waiting till Geralt hoarsely mumbled his feelings out in the open and only for the scholar to hear, "Fuck." he raved, the witcher's thick eyebrows in a tight twist. His forehead creasing with deep wrinkles for his blood to boil even faster. He turned his head to the side, his teeth tightly gritted together as he went livid.

"That doesn't sound quite nice," Eanraig shifted his attention towards the raging white wolf who was glaring at the tall castlewalls in front of them, shooting daggers after daggers with his fists tightly clenched on his sides. A predatory glaze in his glowing eyes that stood under the pale moonlight, the ferocity bouncing back as he tried to calm him down. He reached out a hand to palm Geralt's tense shoulder, giving him a pat.

"Now, now, now, Weccan. Do not let your anger control you."

"How can I?!" Geralt spat in his utmost feral tone; fierce and aggressive for thinking how you were drowning in your own blood right at this moment.

The witcher was growling beneath Eanraig's touch; his anger felt through his body as Geralt was breathing in deep slow breaths, trying to control how his mind instantly went straight into knowing who has given orders to hurt you. There was an ample amount of the fact that you could be cut off a limb over stealing something you surely have been accused of. The Druid stepped in front of him, clasping both his fingers on his shoulders to break whatever thoughts he was thinking as he stared straight into his wrath-filled eyes.

"I've already treated her wounds---But, I think it isn't enough for how she's raining on their blows. You should have just accepted the first time they've asked a favor before it even ended up this way,"

Geralt's upper lip twitched from how he was silently basking in his displeasure and rue; never wanting to open his mouth at the moment for fire might escape his mouth with how maddened he was feeling. The tight stones topping off his chest and making him more uneasy than he can ever get.

"Vesemir has taught you to never uphold the law," Eanraig added as a matter of fact, pursing his lip as he continued, the look in his eyes utterly amused for how Geralt's destiny was falling in the wrong places, but emotionally feeling as if it was right because you came along, "---but, you are here to save such love that will never overcome the law that people have been following,"

The Druid has heard him huff from the choices of his words, looking away to stare at the castlewalls, digging up holes that he had been gathering since the moment he arrived, "You are saving the love of your life,---" he paused, a smile forming on Eanraig's decrepit face; his deep wrinkles forming as his face contorted in sheer entertainment.

"---and the woman who shall make miracles come true,"

Geralt was immediately taken to the abandoned round tower; where Prince Althalos has been staying since he has been cursed---bullish that they could keep him there and away from people. The prince has not been damned as a beast just like Nivellen. The prince has been cursed as a Kikker. A harmless monster in their world that only kills his own kind as well. They were found in the caves, masking in their solidarity until the full moon comes out and their hunger will be very much triggered to find something to munch on.

When they could not find their own kind to devour, they somehow manage to eat others instead.

Geralt couldn't help but snicker to his own at that, maybe the prince was kind of harmful instead of harmless that Sorceress Ingrith might have described him, peppering her words with pleasant lines that the witcher was highly disappointed of because she sounded as if she was in favor for what was happening.

He walked along the doors in an unfettered march of his feet, humming in displeasure with a scowl twisting his features that turned into tiny smirk; noting the buffet of abundant food that was left unfinished due to reasons he didn't know about as it happened before he arrived.

The tight grimace written on his face was enough for the king to know that he has not seen you yet since the moment you've arrived. Ingrith has probably prohibited him to as she has lead him to the prince.

King Viduka sat on his chair; proud and virtuous in the middle of a long table where he was left alone. The witcher has never seen the king up until today and one thing's for sure as he noticed the pale, horrid color of his skin. Just as much as how his have been, tinted in the lightest color that can be considered as if the king has no blood to function properly like how a king should have been.

His eyes were almond shaped, but with a nebulous glow swimming in the hazel color---appearing to be like he was being cast in a deathless spell or such poison that had a long term effect.

But, Geralt mindlessly shook his worries away from the people who have given you pain. The queen has probably been giving King Viduka such concoctions that could make him submit to her on whatever she wanted---with the help of the sorceress of course.

"He needs help," he bluntly started before he was even asked to speak, raising both brows for wanting to tell the king that he also needed help for whatever Queen Makeda has been giving him. Howbeit, Geralt has shut his mouth tight and hardly tried to become forth with respect amongst the king.

The king audibly sipped on his wine, casting him a glance under the antique glass he has chugged on. His expressions incomprehensible for the white wolf because of how horrid and disheveled his beard and mustache is. Though, his response made Geralt know he was giving him a lour, "This is why you've been dragged here to serve your purpose,---" pause. "---The only thing that can get your mutations quite useful for our world besides butchering my people. I've heard you've slaughtered my men,"

Geralt's mouth formed a tight thin line from the king's bald comment, his jaw set to create a grouch that the king has expected from his kind---the lack of emotion thereof and also the bluntness that the witcher may cannot control no matter if the person in front of was highly or not.

"Because your beloved army leader has been forcing women held captive," the white wolf stated as a matter of fact, cocking his head to the side as if it was a cocky comment.

King Viduka scoffed from his sheer honesty; skipping the dillydally that most men have been giving him due to being royal, "---and what has saving people benefit to you, witcher? must I say, you have not receive coins from it, correct? or was it because of the little woman? you are killing off my kind to save yours,"

Between them both was an understanding of protection from Geralt. He stood before him with a will that he had back in the marketplace. The white haired witcher was standing inside his castle with a purpose that he surely deciphered from using you as a bait to comply.

You were too important for him that the king could feel that Geralt will be begging for more than just your safeguard.

"Your way of asking favors can be quite disappointing for a king,"

Out of the blue, he's heard metal slice through its own accord; both knights who stood beside King Viduka unraveled their weapons, pointing them at Geralt who stood with a nonchalant expression on his face, thoroughly not moved nor impressed by their reactions---perhaps, also in a shitty mood for ruining his week by kidnapping you in the comfort of his home.

"Sheathe your swords," the king commanded to the hostile cavaliers; not taking a second to drop their weapons as they were told.

Geralt continued to educate the king in his perspective and comprehension over his cursed son; remembering how his school has taught him countless of monsters he could never forget.

"Call your son 'the frog prince' or some hideous sort," his eyebrows jutted closer as he sternly explained, "---but, this work is not made by a monster for me to hunt,"

King Viduka couldn't help but lean away from the back of his throne, his eyes adamant that he was not serious over telling him that his son may not be assisted by the Witcher

"---He is cursed by a witch. I do not butcher people for the sake of someone else's life,"

The words that left Geralt's mouth felt like a rejection or an offense that King Viduka has never experienced from anyone else. He couldn't believe what he was hearing---he couldn't accept such abnegation over a mutant who was crude and utterly unaccepted by humanity. His highness has quickly stood from his seat, throwing his glass on the floor which has shattered but has not surprised Geralt nor have receive a jerk of his body from his sudden anger---the antagonism coming was a result of a witcher that they have tried contacting or following around for two years; begging help for the future of Kaedwen.

Yet, he came to the palace with his foot up his mouth. Straightaway, sounding like he was declining the proposal.

The king was entirely disappointed by how useless he was being.

"---you are good-for-nothing! A hypocrite who says he does not kill another to save someone else's!" King Viduka has spat completely enraged, "---Yet, you have saved your tiny whore by killing mine!"

The white wolf couldn't help but clench his fists on his sides, clenching his teeth behind his closed mouth; his golden peepers glaring before the dependable king who kisses whatever Queen Makeda has been walking upon---a king who does not care for the people as long as he saves his.

Irritation was written all over Geralt's face, hearing what King Viduka has described you for what purpose you have in his life. Being nothing but a woman who could cater to his lechery when you had not been at all.

His midget was more than that. Definitely not his whore that people has been accusing you of.

Geralt's selfishness for rejecting the king's offers right on his face was like asking to be beheaded. He does not want to be involved by such ever again when he has no idea who this witch may have been. If being frank over the king was like asking to be beheaded, then a search for a witch that does not want to be found was waiting for a monster to put him into demise.

"I do not regret what the queen has done for punishing. Your tiny harlot has taken something valuable from her and corporal punishment was the answer that we all see fit---seeing that she might have sold the necklace for the sake of you wanting more coins,"

He subtly shook his head from the king's indefinite accusation, verbally fighting for your safety and for the truth that may set you free, "She is not the thief you have been accusing her about."

Yet, the king was determined of his opinions---the queen's opinions over you; seeming to be brainwashed by both women who was a shadow of his reign. One greedy sorceress and the other was his cunning beloved that no matter what other people say, he shall not believe because only his trusted people were right.

Geralt heavily sighed, seeing King Viduka shooting daggers towards him. His eyes wild and disappointed, utterly vexed for what he has heard.

"The world may say that you own two swords. One for killing humans and the other for slaughtering beasts," he deadpanned, bane spitting out of his mouth as he sharply stared at Geralt who sighed for his resoluted perception.

"---but, I doubt you do not know the differences of each as of now,"

After minutes of his silence, Geralt may have not realized that from the moment he opened his mouth, his teeth was barred, fangs overlooked by the king because of his unspoken thoughts; by not being heard by a person who had his mind closed for whatever he has to say and so, the butcher of Blaviken breathed a few heavy sighs, promptly shutting his eyes closed before he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Let me see her. I need...to see her, your highness."

He was stunned to hear himself plead before a disagreeable human. A selfish entitled man who knew nothing how to raise a kingdom. The rebellious son of the previous king has been forced into this madness and manipulation from everyone that he does not see.

The latter waited for any oracular answer. They've shared stares and huffs of breath before Geralt shook his head, turning on his heel to leave immediately because he knew that his request for seeing you will never be given. Might search for you instead, he silently thought to himself with a tight scowl on his face.

"Bring her in,"

He stopped short from hearing the king's words. Ceasing himself in the midst of marching off, his back towards the king when it has not taken the horsemen a minute to drag you to where he was.

Dragging was the correct term for your feeble, shaky demurrals out of the door. Your voice echoing from a far distance and Geralt couldn't help but shot a glance over the locked wooden doors, his amber eyes turning wider as your voice became clearer when each second passed by, hinting your status that you were not feeling well by the breathless, hoarse begging you've managed to beseech.

The doors opened to release two vulnerable knights wearing their commoner clothing and a small, fragile woman who was mistreated from her limbs; dragging you by your battered arms. Patches of blue and mauve painted your skin as if they were trying to beat you to death, a law back in the historical era where it was used for criminals or sinners to speak the truth or punished for their faults.

Your other cheek was swollen, vermillion owning a cut as if somebody has slapped you---also dehydrated from starving you for a day and a half, receiving no liquid to drink or anything besides their endless wallops.

The witcher was beyond shocked to even comprehend what he was seeing, his breath stopping from the moment he has seen you enter the room; utterly downtrodden, helpless and wounded.

"S-Stop...I-I don't...I don't need any more beating. I told you, I don't have your necklace. This amulet I have is mine. I didn't steal anything. Please---please tell me Geralt's here," King Viduka has gestured towards the horsemen; bringing up a finger to tell that they should show the witcher what you looked like to be hit in endless battering and how they've treated you before he even came around.

The knights tightened their hold against a mahogany, wooden stick. Hard enough to fracture your bones if it was given more power; but, Geralt knew what they were ordered to do before they can even move and he was quick enough to march towards where they were; graving and in distraught for what he felt. His chest suffocating and tight---anguished to see and desperate to keep you close in his arms.

He rushed to where you were hunched down and bleeding to death, shielding you from their assaults as the witcher draw out his metal sword from his back, angling the newly sharpened blade on one of the knight's jugular; golden eyes burning with betrayal and desolation for what they have done, for what power do people with royal blood have to hurt his person this way. They've treated you like a rag doll or a monster for making you bleed and even plan to starve you to death.

Their actions has made Geralt's blood boil in extremity.

"Do not dare---," he breathed fire, fuming as he warned. His words said with a fiery emphasis, "---touch or lay your hands on her,"

The smaller knight whom Geralt has pointed his sword upon growled in the back of his throat, a signal which has made him aim the tip of his sword against the vulnerable part---unbending and purposive for what he wanted them to apprehend that he was not flippant for unsheathing his steel sword.

"---people who knew better of my kind are heedful that I will not bat an eye to slit down your throats with my weapon,"

Geralt has heard you call out for him in a sapless shake of your voice and the simple acknowledgement has taken his attention away from the royal guards as he slightly turned his head behind---seeing you lay on the cold hard ground that made his mouth twitch, teeth barred and gritted and he couldn't help but emit a rough huff of his breath; sounding like a growl of his frustrations for letting this happen to his family.

King Viduka spoke in command, hiding the smile beneath his unkempt beard.

"Lay down your sword, Witcher. I do not plan to create bloodshed over the mutant who will help my son,"

Geralt avoided looking into their eyes and set his focus on the battered woman behind him who was coughing out her pain. You've used all your strength to pull yourself from the floors, your vision blurry and unclear for the tears you've shed all night, finding it hard to register that your witcher was finally within your reach. You thought it was all in the sense of hallucination until he'd hastily whispered the endearment that he had for you---the nickname you've hated prior of meeting him the first time, yet ending up missing the word when he doesn't use it for you.

His appearance was making your heart cry and eventually, you did after realizing a bunch of sobs escaping your lips when he has hauled you up in his arms; crouching before you and pulling your beaten body to his, aware from the pained whimper that followed suit and he was suddenly aware of using such strength with you---immediately turning gentle from your response.

"Midget?"

"G...Geralt? you're here..." you hiccuped from the cries, feeling the sting from the salt of your tears. Lately discovering the numb, sore feeling on your left eye and Geralt has eyed it with such animosity because it was a swollen wound.

Your vision turned clear after a languid blink of your eyes, welcoming his warmth that you've missed after being hurt by people who surrounded you who'd done it by physically doing so. The information you have gathered from the four corners of the cell you were in repeatedly replaying inside your mind; not bothering to forget to tell it to him besides your other secret that you ought not to tell yet.

"Don't...Don't find the witch..I-I've heard from the person with me---he's an elf. He said that this witch can never be found---it may be just a trap or an endless hunt for you,"

The latter was stone-deaf from your wounded image; his golden eyes large as if he couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Geralt didn't acknowledged your message and continued to state his own instead.

"They've hurt you."

He uttered in disbelief, intently examining your face near his. Your fingers were shaky as you reached up to touch his face. But, Geralt has beat you to it and grabbed yours instead, subtly shaking his head to silently tell you not to move for the pain it can cost. His rough hand was warm and comforting, giving solace in the midst of how being cold you were treated by their world. The only thing that was warm is Geralt and his family.

They were the only thing benevolent compared to their outskirts.

"They don't believe me. I--I never stole the queen's necklace. I--I have never left your home,"

"I know you didn't." Geralt gruffly muttered with a cordial, soft tone that made you sob more than ever---how nice it felt to have someone who actually believed you was like hopping in the shower after a summery day; refreshing to be hearing another person to fight for your truth rather than being forced to tell lies.

"You'll never get to find the witch, Geralt. Y-You'll never get to lift the curse because...because---"

The stammers you've emitted, how crucial it was to feel you in pain---finding ache in his chest from the moment he'd seen you in that status; painted like a rainbow shown after a heavy rain but drafted to show the suffering you've experienced in the castles of Kaedwen. His glowing golden eyes turned a shade darker, filling with sudden torment and affliction as you laid in his arms.

You've slightly turned your head, nuzzling to be shielded by Geralt's armored, hirsute chest that made you sigh after hours of trying to sleep on stones, finding home just by staying close to the white wolf.

"Your highness," Geralt abruptly spoke, making you shut your eyes open to hear what he needed to say. Based on how he set his mouth in a tight, straight line. Your witcher was setting down his bargains and favors that he certainly does not do for people of royal.

"I will seek for your witch," he stated with determination, his back towards the king; not taking the risk to let him see the ire pooling in his eyes as he continued.

"---in exchange for your people not to touch mine and if your sorceress, precious vampire or horsemen lay a single hand on her again, I will never hesitate to kill the witch and let your son die with his curse forever,"

Perturbed by his sudden declaration; stubborn to even listen for what he was about to expect by searching apparitions of a witch out in the woods. You've desperately called out his name in endless croaks, hopelessly pulling at his armor yet Geralt was having rigid opinions especially having you wounded in his arms.

"Cease her punishment. I will not save yours if I know that you are punishing my..."

Golden eyes keenly landed on yours, thoroughly protecting you in his sinewy limbs before he seriously and firmly declared another that has made your breath hitch for what he has said.

"---my betrothed,"

King Viduka briskly nodded for his request; badly in need of his aid for his son to live. There was an understanding that he will still keep you within the castle unless Geralt brings him the witch and reverse the curse. He'd kept his eyes on the witcher's back, sitting back on his throne with a smile on his face.

"You have my word, Geralt of Rivia."

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rivengard · 5 years

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1-60!

1. selfie I'm not sure if I posted this one but fuck it lool

2. what would you name your future kids? something Elvish for sure

3. do you miss anyone? nahh

4. what are you looking forward to? my erasmus programme

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile? idk not always

6. is it hard for you to get over someone? it's not, I'm actually really good at controlling my feelings and such

7. what was your life like last year? i was a bit unhappy bc of my choices in life but I also had good times, good relationships, ups and downs like the usual..

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed? oh boy hell yea I did

9. who did you last see in person? couple of friends

10. are you good at hiding your feelings? lol yea

11. are you listening to music right now? no

12. what is something you want right now? we ain't going there mate xD joking aside it would be nice to have someone to talk, hangout all night and make out

13. how do you feel right now? I feel pretty emotional due to the finale of oitnb

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you? two days ago

15. personality description umm a self-destructive bitch, realistic enough to believe in fantasy worlds, sarcastic and full of stupid puns I'd say (I have a good sense of humour I swear)

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t? I mean yeah, like everyone at some point

17. opinion on insecurities. OH I HAVE MANY WHERE SHOULD I BEGIN..to be honest everyone has them, we should either accept them or make a change if there's an option and if it'll make us feel better in the end

18. do you miss how thing were a year ago? not at all

19. have you ever been to New York? noO I WISH

20. what is your favourite song at the moment? I can't choose just one :( there are too many

21. age and birthday? I'll be 20 on Nov. 11

22. description of crush. I don't have one :(

23. fear(s) not achieving anything, ending up all alone and also FUCK clowns

24. height 5'7 or 5'8

25. role model I don't think I have one..

26. idol(s) idk

27. things i hate racist people, abusers in any kind, my relatives, the country I live in, being broke...

28. i’ll love you if… you buy me swords, ohh and make me laugh lots

29. favourite film(s) lotr, the great gatsby, the wolf of the wall street, the departed, pride and prejudice, hobbit, leòn the professional, django, colette, spider-man into the spiderverse, coraline, a nightmare on elm street...I have too many ffs

30. favourite tv show(s) black sails, sense8, sherlock, good omens, lost, b99, poldark..

31. 3 random facts I recently quit my job due to health issues, I started rewatching Doctor Who and I love Leonardo DiCaprio a lot

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?equal

33. something you want to learn lots of languages tbh

34. most embarrassing moment Idk I can't think anything

35. favourite subject art, english and literature related

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill? graduating from uni, moving abroad and be covered in tattoos

37. favourite actor/actress Leonardo DiCaprio, Benedict Cumberbatch, Johnny Depp, Jack Nicholson, Michael B. Jordan, Lily Collins, Keira Knightley..

38. favourite comedian(s) Ricky Gervais and Stephen Colbert

39. favourite sport(s) basketball and working out in general

40. favourite memory this would take a long ass time to write tbh

41. relationship status single

42. favourite book(s) the silmarillion, lotr, fahrenheit 451 and currently reading the great gatsby I'm pretty sure this will be one of my faves too

43. favourite song ever I CAN'T CHOOSE

44. age you get mistaken for 12 lol jk most ppl tell me I look younger

45. how you found out about your idol I didn't I guess

46. what my last text message says "lmao same"

47. turn ons it's 4.46am and my brain stopped functioning idk, neck kissing, being kind, good humour, loving lotr, kinkyness...

48. turn offs rude assholes..

49. where i want to be right now ENGLAND

50. favourite picture of your idol I really should choose an idol right..okay let's say it's Leo

51. starsign horny one lol (if that's not clear enough it's scorpio)

52. something i’m talented at I used to think I'm talented at drawing but now idk

53. 5 things that make me happy My cat loki, finally being able to workout properly after injury, making playlists and listening to them, shopping (shocking because I'm broke yet I insist on being a stupid hoe) and hanging out w my best friend

54. something thats worrying me at the moment how am I suppose to wake up and go to gym, I can't sleep n it's basically 5am so...

55. tumblr friends @celiacelestial @wonderinghobbit @all-together-run-for-cover @asylumsammet @kingsmill and you! (i most likely forgot lots of ppl I'M SORRY YOU GUYS)

56. favourite food(s) zucchini noodles, baked mushrooms, pizza and spicy foods in general I guess

57. favourite animal(s) cats, dogs, rabbits, wolves..I love em all tbh

58. description of my best friend she's an actual hobbit, cutest bean, would kill for Freddie Mercury and Benedict Cumberbatch, stans way too many shit which makes our conversations even more enjoyable, a great listener and she has a great sense of humour lol

59. why i joined tumblr about 7 years ago I heard it from my cousin and was curious about it lmao thank god it helped me improve my English, humor, variety of interests...as well as making me spend countless hours of reblogging :::))))

Thank youuu!💕

#this took an hour for real #lmao

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euphoricfilter · 2 years

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Sorry I didn't drop by earlier. My break is over so I'll be getting busy again from today onward. I wasn't feeling well, but I read your updates. Thank you for the drabble and also thank you for the new chapter. To be honest, I'll probably rate it light angst for the drabble. But chapter 7 backflash on Jin's story does hit the angst for me. I'm not asking you to write it, but I kind of want to read how Namjoon maybe get a revenge or maybe some sort of continuation of the story (though I'm aware it's a drabble so it's not meant to be too long). Again, thank you for the updates. I love love love them❤️❤️❤️. I'm just letting you know in case you want to fix it; you wrote "hanbok" instead of "hanok". I was kinda confused for a sec trying to imagine rats around the clothes, but then realize you meant a building. I'm sorry for the lack of feedback (in case you want one). I just like to enjoy the writing if it matches my taste (which is all of yours cuz they're all unique to me. Especially the idea of 9 tailed fox and 4 arms demon). Looking forward to your next update.

Shy baby bean anon

remember to take regular breaks now that your life is getting busier, and i hope you’re feeling at least a little better!

i physically can never bring myself to read angst so i think my angst game isn’t the strongest, it’s definitely an area of my writing that i want to improve on and hopefully will one day… but it’s makes me so sad 😭 like ‘researching’ fluff and all that is so easy because i feel my skin crawl when something is too angsty

actually in the car on the way home i thought of a part 2 to the first drabble, and i have an idea of how to carry on the story but i have the tendency to write more than what’s considered a small drabble, but that’s something i’ll work on. i also need to name the mini series? maybe that’s what it’ll be, or are they called two-shots? anyways, suggestions are welcome! naming chapters are actually my most favorite thing but when it comes to actual series names i usually get suck :’) DTIK came from a song title, and fun fact one of the end scenes was somewhat inspired by one of the lines of the song. but we’re far from the end so it may take a while to get there. and i have no idea where i got the title for TBAH because when i started writing/ posted the first chapter i only had the scene where jin and the m/c went to the hybrid facility to see tae. another fun fact, usually my fics come from the scenarios you make up before you sleep and when i thought about that scene it was actually namjoon who was the wolf instead of taehyung.

LMAO NOT THE RATS IN THE CLOTHES. i knew this would happen when i started the series, it was just a matter of how long it would take me before i made the mistake 😭 i’ve fixed it now but idk if it changes on reblogs… that’s sad if it doesn’t. and a little silly but not much can be done now i suppose… hopefully people are smart enough to realize i’m not a genius and often make mistakes 😭😭

ahhh i’ve been told on a few occasions now that my stories are unique, i think it’s because i’ve read a lot of fanfics and most of them follow the same guidelines for what the story should consist, and i think i might just have a hyperactive imagination because i have no idea where a nine tailed fox and four armed demon came from. the dark corners of my mind probably, but they make good characters so i can’t complain.

i’ll start working on part 2 of the vampire au!

#ask #devil that i know #DTIK #shy baby bean anon

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my-random-ocs · 3 years

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Chapter 1: Wolf Moon

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x OC (eventually)

Warnings: Language because that’s just who I am lmao, mentions of dead bodies, blood, murder, mild teen partying

Author’s Note: Hi, everybody! So I’ve been debating doing a rewrite for a while. I am super excited to do this and I hope that you all enjoy it! This story focuses on Vivian Byrne, best friend of Stiles and Scott. I’ll be updating every Friday at least, and I will be writing for the whole series. This will be a Stiles x OC eventual pairing because slow burn best friends to lovers is my favorite thing in the entire world, and Stiles Stilinski deserved the world. Please don’t be a silent reader, leave feedback, reblog the hell out of this, but please do not copy my story on any other site. I am also publishing this story on Quotev, under the name birdie. Alright, I’m done. Thanks for reading bye - Maddy

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I am going to tell you a story.

Now, this... this is not your normal fairy tale. This is a story of a bunch of teenagers who went looking for something they shouldn’t have, and what happened next was like nothing they ever could have imagined. It brought sadness and pain and a million other bad things, but it brought good things, too. It brought friendship, and that friendship turned into family. It brought happiness to places happiness never thought it would be, and love to places it should have been the whole time. It changed their lives forever.

And this is how it happened.

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“This is not a good idea,” I say, standing in the yard of my friend Scott McCall’s house.

“Climbing the trellis is by far the best way to go,” Stiles defends, trying to find a good foothold.

“Do you even know what a trellis is?” I ask.

“Of course I do- you want to lend a hand?”

I smirk. “Sorry, I left the grappling hook at home.”

“And replaced it with a baseball bat, apparently.”

“Hey, this bat is for any kind of predators in the woods. We don’t know what’s out there. We might need this to defend ourselves.”

Stiles gets a grip on the column and starts to climb. “And a fucking baseball bat is gonna do that?”

“Vivian?” Scott asks as he appears on the porch. “What are you doing here?” I look up at Stiles, who hasn’t noticed Scott has come outside. I smirk. Oh, this is going to be hilarious.

Just then, Stiles falls halfway off the roof, which he had somehow managed to reach. Scott and Stiles scream. Scott waves a baseball bat before realizing it was his best friend attempting to break into his house. “Stiles what the hell are you doing?” Scott demands as I come closer. I am not at all trying to hide my loud laughter as I climb the steps of the front porch.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” Stiles says, hanging upside down. “Why do you have a bat?”

“I thought you were a predator!” Scott exclaims defensively.

“It’s Stiles,” I laugh.

Stiles scoffs at me. “Okay, now you are just mean.” He looks back to Scott, and continues talking as if hanging upside down is a perfectly normal way to have a conversation. “Look, I know it’s late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave about twenty minutes ago with Viv’s brother. Dispatch called. They’re bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even state police.”

“For what?” Scott asks.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” With that, he flips out of the tree he was tangled in, landing on his feet.

Scott’s eyes widen comically. “A dead body?”

“No, a body of water. Yes, dumb-ass, a dead body.” He climbs over the railing to join us on the porch.

“You mean, like, murdered?”

“Nobody knows yet,” he says. “Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.”

“Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?” Scott points out.

Stiles turns to me excitedly. “You want to say, or should I?”

I sigh, shifting my bat from one hand to the other. “They only found half of the body.” I turn to Stiles. “And you should not be this excited about this shit.”

Stiles ignores me. “We’re going.”

____________

Scott, Stiles, and I pull up to the Beacon Hills Preserve. “We’re seriously doing this?” Scott asks as we all get out of the car.

“You’re the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town,” Stiles replies, patting his friend on the shoulder. Scott looks to me for support, but I only shrug, hefting my bat over my shoulder. This might not be the best idea for the end of winter break, but it is pretty interesting.

“I was trying to get a good night’s sleep before practice tomorrow,” Scott says, following us into the woods.

“Right, ‘cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort,” Stiles says sarcastically.

“No, because I’m playing this year. In fact, I’m making first line.”

“Hey, that’s the spirit,” Stiles says. “Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.”

“Hey, so quick question,” I chime, “which half of the body are we looking for?”

Stiles pauses. “Huh. I didn’t even think about that.”

“Okay. Follow-up question: what if whoever killed the body is still out here?”

“Also something I didn’t think about.”

“Right.” I tighten my grip on my bat. “Just making sure.”

We hit a hill, so we had to climb. “It’s comforting you’ve planned this out with your usual attention to detail,” Scott says.

“I know,” Stiles says, not seeing an issue. I roll my eyes.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?” Scott leans up against a tree and takes out his inhaler. “Vivian, how come you didn’t think about this?”

“My planning skills are going towards this semester,” I defend. “I left a pile of school supplies just waiting to be organized on the kitchen table.”

“That’s because you’re weird,” Stiles responds. Before I can retort back, Stiles falls to the ground, Scott following suit. Seeing what made them do that, I kneel next to them. In front of us is a group of men with flashlights. I guess that they were police officers also looking for the body. Stiles smiles. “Come on!”

“Stiles!” Scott protests, but he is long gone. I help him up and we chase after our friend.

“Wait up!” I whisper-yell.

“Stiles!” Scott calls.

I catch up with Stiles and both of us turn, realizing Scott isn’t next to us anymore.

Suddenly, a dog barks, and Stiles falls to the ground in surprise. “Oh, shit!” I exclaim and back up.

“Hold it right there!” A man yells. I realize it was a police officer and his dog.

“Hang on, hang on,” a new voice comes, and none other than Stiles’s father and my godfather walks up. “This little delinquent belongs to me. The girl is fine, too.”

“Hi, Uncle Noah,” I smile nervously, reaching a hand down to help Stiles up.

“Dad, how are you doing?” Stiles asked, trying to adjust his eyes to the light.

“I think we’re about the same,” another voice says, walking up to us. I close my eyes, wincing. Oh, shit.

“Hi, Griffin,” I say. I open my eyes to see my older brother giving me a stern look.

“So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?” Noah asks.

“No,” Stiles replies. “Not the boring ones.” I stifle a snort.

Noah looks around. “Now, where’s your usual partner in crime?”

“Scott’s at home,” I jump in before Stiles. “Said he wanted to get a good night’s sleep for tomorrow.”

“It’s just us,” Stiles chimes. “In the woods. Alone.” I shoot him a look, mentally telling him to shut up. That is not helping.

Noah looks unbelieving. He shines his light into the trees. “Scott, you out there?” Oh, for the love of God, Scott, don’t come out. “Scott?” Finally, he gives up and turns back to Stiles and I. Finally, he sighs, lowering his light. “Well, young man, I’m gonna walk you and Vivian back to your car.”

“Viv, we will talk about this later,” Griffin tells me. I nod. He looks at the object in my hand. “Nice bat.”

I look down, embarrassed. “Thank you, Griffin.”

Noah grabs Stiles’s jacket, dragging him off, and I follow. “Stiles, after you drive Vivian home, we are going to have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy.”

____________

Here it is: the first day of school. At least for me. Every other student is starting their second semester at Beacon Hills High School. I peer at the front of the school from the window of Griffin’s car, fingering my locket- it’s a silver circle, with a blackbird engraved on it.

“I remember it being smaller,” I say, butterflies growing in my stomach. The building definitely hadn’t looked this big during the tour.

“You’re going to be fine,” Griffin assures me, slowly making his way to the front of the drop-off spot. “Hey, and the principal told me that you’re not the only one starting today.”

I furrow my brows. “Really?”

He nods. “Yep. Some girl named Allison. She’s going to meet you and the vice principal outside the school in a few minutes.” He moves the car up some more and glances at me. “How you feeling?”

I shrug. “It’s just weird, you know? I don’t really know anyone here besides Stiles.”

“You’re going to be okay,” Griffin smiles. “It may take some getting used to- this is definitely not Los Angeles- but everything’s going to work out.”

“Yeah, I know.” I shake my head, clearing my thoughts as Griffin pulls into the drop-off spot.

“Okay, this is us,” he says as I grab my backpack from my feet and open the passenger side door. I shoulder my bag as I step onto the pavement, and stare up at the high school.

“You’re going to do great,” Griffin calls as I close the door. “Love you!”

“Love you, too,” I say as he puts the car into drive and heads off toward the sheriff’s station.

I take a moment to look around at everyone milling about. Everyone I see is talking to someone or heading off to class. Everyone seems to fit in.

“Viv!” A voice to my left calls, breaking me out of my thoughts. I turn and see Scott and Stiles by the stairs of a side door, Stiles waving his arm wildly at me. I lift my arm in a half-hearted wave of my own, and make my way toward them.

Once I get there, Stiles turns to Scott. “Okay, let’s see this thing,” he says, and Scott lifts his shirt to reveal a bandage. Stiles moves to touch it, but Scott pulls away.

“It was too dark to see much,” Scott says, “but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.”

“A wolf?” I ask, confused. “Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh,” Scott says.

“No, not a chance," Stiles says.

“I heard a wolf howling.”

Stiles shakes his head. “No, you didn’t.”

“What do you mean no I didn’t? How do you know what I heard?” Scott asks, smiling slightly as we walk toward the doors.

“Because California doesn’t have wolves, Scott,” I say. “Not in decades.”

Scott stops walking, and Stiles and I follow suit. “Really?”

“Yes. There aren’t any wolves in California.”

Scott shakes his head. “Well, if you guys don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not going to believe me when I tell you I found the body.”

Stiles jumps a little at the information. “You- are you kidding me?” Stiles demands.

“No, man, I wish,” Scott says. “I’m gonna have nightmares for a month.”

“Oh, God, that is fucking awesome!"

“You are way too excited about a dead body in the woods,” I notice.

Ignoring me, he keeps talking. “I mean, this is seriously going to be the best fucking thing that’s happened to this town since-” Stiles trails off, unable to think of something. “Since the birth of Lydia Martin!” He exclaims as a red-haired girl appears in his view. So this is Lydia Martin. Stiles had told Scott and I over break how he had a crush on Lydia. "Hey, Lydia... you look..." Lydia strolls past, not looking at him. "Like you're gonna ignore me." I feel a pang in my chest when I hear Stiles try to talk to Lydia. I don’t recognize the feeling, so I shake it off. He turns to Scott. "You're the cause of this, you know.”

“Uh-huh,” Scott says, not believing him.

“Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I’m a nerd by association. I've been scarlet nerded by you."

“That’s not a thing,” I say, then check my watch. “Okay, I have to meet the vice principal at the front of the school.” I finger my necklace again, nervous. “God, does being the new girl always feel this scary?”

Stiles places a hand on my shoulder, smiling comfortingly. “You’re going to do great. Most of your classes are with Scott and I, so it’s not like you won’t know anyone. You’re going to be fine.”

I manage a small smile. “Thanks, Stiles.” I take a deep breath. “Wish me luck,” I say, turning to walk away.

“Good luck!” my friends chorus back.

Soon, I am at the front of the school, and spot a dark-haired girl on a bench. I quickly come to the conclusion that this is the Allison that Griffin had been talking about in the car. “Hi,” I greet. “Do you mind if I, um…” I trail off, gesturing to the space next to her.

“Oh, yeah, go ahead,” she says quickly. I sit down, pulling my backpack on my lap. “You’re new, too?”

“Yeah,” I nod. “Today’s my first day.”

“Mine, too.” She sticks out her hand. “I’m Allison Argent.”

I shake her hand, and introduce myself. “Vivian Byrne. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” Allison pulls her hand away and fiddles with the strap of her school bag. “Are you nervous?”

I nod. “Definitely. I’ve never been the new girl anywhere. I have two friends here already, but it’s still a school full of strangers, you know? Are you nervous?”

Allison nods. “I probably shouldn’t be- I’ve moved around my whole life, and been the new girl a thousand times, but- you’re right, it’s still a school full of strangers.”

“At least we have each other,” I say, smirking.

“That’s true,” Allison replies, smiling softly. Before either of us can say more, Allison’s phone rings. She looks at the caller ID and sighs. “My mom. Again.” She answers and says, “Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it.” She rifles through her bag, holding her phone to her ear by her shoulder. “Everything except a pen. Oh, my God, I didn’t actually forget a pen.”

Just then, the vice principal steps outside, waving toward Allison and I, and Allison hangs up with, “Okay, okay, I gotta go. Love ya.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he says. “I’m Vice Principal James.” He reaches out to shake our hands as Allison and I stand up.

“Allison Argent,” Allison says, shouldering her bag.

“Vivian Byrne,” I say, nervously tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Very nice to meet you both. Let’s get this tour started, shall we?” With that, the three of us move toward the front door. “So, where are you girls from?”

“I grew up in Los Angeles,” I answer, the door shutting behind me.

“San Francisco,” Allison adds, “but it isn’t where I grew up.”

“It’s not where you grew up?” Mr. James asks.

“No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family.”

“Well, hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while.”

Allison’s face morphs into an expression that says she doesn’t really believe that.

After a few more seconds of agonizing small talk, we reach the door to the English classroom, where Allison and I both have our first class. I sigh, relieved that I have Stiles in my first class.

“Class, these are our new students, Allison Argent and Vivian Byrne,” the vice principal announces, gesturing to each of us. As the students’ eyes move between Allison and I, I shrink back, wishing I am invisible. I catch Stiles’s eye in the back of the room, and he winks, lessening some of the butterflies in my stomach. “Please do your best to make them feel welcome.”

Allison heads toward the seat right behind Scott, as I immediately move for the seat in front of Stiles, both of us keeping our heads down. As soon as Allison sits down, Scott turns and offers her the pen he was holding. She smiles, a little confused, but takes it. “Thanks.”

“We’ll begin with Kafka’s Metamorphosis on page 133,” the teacher, who I remember from my schedule as Mr. Curtis, announces, and I take out a notebook and pen.

____________

After what seems like years, the final bell rings, and I make my way down the hallway, searching for my locker. Finally, I find it, and sigh in relief. I smile when I see the person next to me. “Hey, locker buddy.”

Allison turns toward me, grinning. “Hey.”

“So, what do you want to bet they stuck us with lockers next to each other because we’re both new?” I ask, opening my locker, glad it doesn’t get stuck.

“That happened to me when I moved to Berkeley,” she says, rolling her eyes while opening her own locker. “I think they thought it was a good way to make friends, but it really just felt forced.”

“Good thing we’re already friends.” I freeze. “Unless you don’t think we are. Which is fine. I get it. I mean, we did only meet, like, five hours ago-”

“Vivian, take a breath,” Allison interrupts, holding back a laugh. “We’re friends.”

I calm down a little, smiling. “Good.”

Allison and I close our lockers and turn, spotting Scott and Stiles. Allison immediately smiles at Scott, and both of them are wearing a look like it’s love at first sight. Okay, now that is adorable.

“That jacket is absolutely killer,” a voice next to me says, causing me to turn toward it. In front of me is Lydia Martin, who is examining Allison’s outfit. She turns to me next. “And those boots are amazing.”

I self-consciously look down at my own outfit: black blazer, white button-down- both with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows-, purple tie with black paw prints, plain jeans, black studded combat boots, and of course my locket.

“Where did you two get them?” Lydia asks, bringing me back.

“A Marc Fisher sample sale last year,” I answer nervously, fingering my locket, though I don’t know why I’m nervous. Guess the whole day just has me anxious. “Got them for, like, ten dollars.”

“My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco,” Allison says, fiddling with her bag strap.

Lydia points to the two of us, smiling. “And you two are my new best friends.”

We all share a small laugh as a boy comes up next to us, wrapping an arm around Lydia. “Hey,” she says as he leans forward and kisses her.

Jackson pulls away and looks at Allison and I. “Who are you?”

“Vivian,” I say, more confident now.

“Allison,” Allison answers, and Jackson shakes both our hands.

“So, this weekend there’s a party,” Lydia says, leaning against Jackson’s shoulder.

“A party?” Allison asks.

“Yeah,” Jackson says. “Friday night. You guys should come.”

Allison flounders for a response. “Uh, I can’t. It’s family night this Friday. Thanks for asking.”

“Well, what about you, Viv?” Lydia asks cheerfully.

“I- I don’t know,” I stammer. “Parties aren’t really my thing. I tend to get nervous in social situations, and trying to make small talk with a bunch of strangers seems terrifying.”

Jackson puts an arm up against the lockers and asks, “You guys sure? I mean, everyone’s going after the scrimmage.”

“You mean, like, football?” Allison questions.

Jackson scoffs. “Football’s a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We’ve won the state championship for the past three years.”

“Because of a certain team captain,” Lydia says proudly, playing with Jackson’s hair.

“Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don’t have anywhere else-”

“Well, I was going to-” Allison starts, but Lydia cuts her off.

“Perfect. You’re coming.” With that, Lydia grabs Allison and I by our wrists, dragging us along with her and Jackson. I look over my shoulder at Stiles, waving a little.

He smiles back before the double doors close behind me.

____________

The whistle blows as I sit on the bleachers, watching Scott and Stiles practice.

After a minute of watching the team, Allison speaks again. ”Who is that?” Allison asks, looking at Scott, who I realize Coach just put in the goal. From what Stiles told me of Scott’s skill, this was not going to end well.

Lydia follows her eyes. “Him? I’m not sure who he is. Why?”

“He’s in my English class,” Allison shrugs.

“That’s Scott McCall,” I answer. “He’s my friend.”

“Have you been friends long?”

“Like two weeks,” I chuckle. “My brother and I moved here during Christmas break. I grew up with Stiles- he’s in our English class, too- and my brother wanted to be closer to Stiles’s dad, who’s been a family friend since… well, forever, really. Stiles’s parents and my parents have been friends since they were in high school.”

That gains Lydia’s attention. “Your brother?” She asks. “What about your parents?”

I hesitate. “It’s um- it’s a long story.”

Allison and Lydia send me apologetic looks, but before they can say anything, the whistle blows, and a ball comes flying right toward Scott. It hits him right on the head. Well, it hits his helmet, but the impact still knocks him to the ground. I wince sympathetically.

“Way to catch with your face, McCall!” One of the players shouts.

Scott gets up and another player throws the ball. I expect him not to catch it, but to my surprise, the ball lands right in the stick’s net. “Way to go, McCall!” I shout, shooting my friend a thumbs up.

Players keep throwing the balls toward the goal, and everyone keeps expecting Scott to miss, but he catches all of them. “He seems like he’s pretty good,” Allison comments, impressed.

“Yeah, crazy good,” I agree, very confused. Stiles made it seem like Scott was horrible at lacrosse.

Just then, it is Jackson’s turn. Jackson is the captain of the team, and obviously the best player. He threw the ball toward Scott. I hold my breath in anticipation, knowing that Scott wouldn’t be able to catch this one. However, Scott is able to catch it. It’s unbelievable.

Nevertheless, I jump up and cheer for my friend. I am joined by Lydia, which I think is a little weird since what was her boyfriend that failed to get the ball in the goal.

“That is my friend!” I hear Stiles shout, grinning, making me grateful for the supportive goofball.

Scott snaps the ball over to the assistant coach, looking confident, and I am still confused. Not to sound mean, but Stiles made it seem like Scott wasn’t very good at lacrosse, and I haven’t seen either of them practice the few weeks I’ve been in town.

____________

“I don’t know what it was,” Scott said as he, Stiles, and I go for a walk in the woods after practice. We all agreed to look for Scott’s inhaler that he’d dropped the night before. “It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that’s not the only weird thing. I can… hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. Smell things.”

“Smell things?” Stiles questions. “Like what?”

Scott nods toward Stiles’s jacket. “Like, Mint Mojito Gum in your pocket.”

Stiles scoffs and stops walking as he checks his jacket pocket. “I don’t even have any Mint Mojito…” he trails off as he pulls out a packet of gum.

“Scott, it’s fine,” I assure him as we all continue on the path. “Your body is just going through some changes. Things will start happening to you that you don’t understand. It’ll confuse you, but it’s a magical time.”

“Shut up!” Comes Scott’s quick response.

I stop him in his tracks by placing my hands on his shoulders. “Dude, don’t worry. It’s all normal. It’s just your body’s way of telling you that you are a woman.” Stiles snorts.

Scott looks at me in exasperation. “Why are you like this?”

I grin as he pulls away and we all continue walking. “So, all this started with a bite,” Stiles says, bringing us back on track.

“What if it’s like an infection, like my body’s flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?” Scott asks, concern showing in his voice.

“You know what, I actually think I’ve heard of this,” Stiles says. “It’s a specific kind of infection.”

Scott stops walking. “Are you serious?” He asks.

“Yeah, yeah, I think it’s called lycanthropy.”

“What’s that? Is that bad?” Scott’s expression begins to morph into one of fear.

I catch on to what Stiles was doing. “Oh, yeah, it’s awful. But it only happens once a month.”

Scott turns toward me, furrowing his eyebrows. “Once a month?”

I nod, acting completely serious. “Yep. On the night of the full moon.”

Stiles howls and I burst out laughing.

“Hey, man,” Scott says, annoyed. He shoves Stiles and keeps walking.

“Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling,” Stiles laughs.

“There could be something seriously wrong with me,” Scott insists.

“I know! You’re a werewolf!” He growls playfully, and Scott shoots him a look. “Okay, obviously I’m kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it’s ‘cause Friday’s a full moon."

We stop at the spot Scott thinks he had dropped his inhaler. “No, I could have sworn this was it,” Scott says, confused. “I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler.” He kneels down and sifts through the leaves.

“Maybe the killer moved the body,” Stiles suggests.

“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are, like, eighty bucks.”

I turn and see a man not much older than us standing in the woods watching them. “Oh, my God." I hit Scott’s shoulder, making him turn and get up. Stiles grabs my wrist and pulls me back. “What are you doing here?” The man demands, walking toward us. None of us answer. “Huh? This is private property.”

“Uh, sorry man, we didn’t know,” Stiles says. He tightens his grip on my hand as the man steps closer.

“Yeah, we were just looking for something, but…” Scott trails off. “Uh, forget it.”

The man pulls something out of his pocket and tossed it to Scott. My eyes widen. It was Scott’s inhaler. Without a word, he walks away.

“Alright, I gotta get to work,” Scott says.

As soon as the man is out of earshot, Stiles grabs onto Scott’s shoulder. “Dude that was Derek Hale. You remember, right? He’s only like a few years older than us.”

“Remember what?”

“His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago.”

We all look in the direction he walked away. "I wonder what he’s doing back,” Scott says.

“If being terrifying was his goal, then he definitely accomplished it,” I comment, relaxing a little now that Derek Hale is gone.

____________

Stiles and I race out onto the field the next day at lacrosse practice, eyes flitting about looking for Scott. Finally, I spot Scott getting geared up on the bench.

“Scott!” Stiles shrieks. “Scott, wait up!” We come to a stop behind Scott. I rest my hands on my knees, slightly out of breath. Wow, I need to work out more.

Scott stands, saying, “Stiles, Viv, I’m playing the first elimination, man- can it wait?”

“Just hold on, okay?” Stiles asks, tapping Scott’s shoulder. “I overheard my dad on the phone.”

“And then I overheard my brother talking to Stiles’s dad on the phone,” I chime in.

“The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A.,” Stiles continues. “They found animal hairs on the body from the woods.”

“Stiles, I gotta go,” Scott says, grabbing his stick and helmet.

Stiles moves clumsily around the bench, trying to grab Scott’s arm. “Wait, no! Scott! You’re not gonna believe what the animal was!”

Unfortunately, Scott doesn’t even hear us, since he’s already on the field. I sigh, “It was a wolf.”

Just then, Coach blows the whistle, signaling the start of practice. Stiles huffs in frustration. “We will talk after,” he says to me, and joins the team out on the field.

I climb the bleachers toward the top and decide to take out a book while I wait. I spot Allison walking up, smiling as she waves to Scott, and makes her way up the bleachers to where I am sitting. “Good book?” She asks, smirking a little at the size of my book.

I grin, holding up the open novel. “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix,” I say, marking my page with a bookmark. “Best one in the series.”

Allison furrows her eyebrows, sitting next to me and placing her bag at her feet. “Why’s that?”

“In this one, no one believes Harry about Voldemort being back. It’s all these teenagers fighting for their world because the adults won’t, so they take matters into their own hands.” I blush. “I mostly just really love the trope of the teenagers doing a better job saving the world than the adults.”

“That’s really cool.” Allison shakes her head a little. “It’s been forever since I read Harry Potter.”

I hesitate, then say, “Well, I have the whole series at home if you want to borrow it.”

She smiles. “That sounds awesome.”

Just then, the boys start practice. And as my friend and I watch the boys play I feel something I haven’t felt in a long time. Smiling and laughing with a friend, talking about books, I feel normal.

____________

The next day, Scott and I meet Stiles at his house. When we both reach his room, we see the floor covered in pieces of paper.

“Get in,” Stiles orders. “You gotta see this thing. I’ve been up all night reading- websites, books, all this information.” Stiles begins digging quickly through the papers.

“How much Adderall have you had today?” I ask, slightly amused at our friend’s antics.

“A lot,” Stiles replies, and I snort. “Doesn’t matter. Okay, just listen, both of you.”

“Oh, is this about the body?” Scott asks, tossing his backpack down as we sit on the bed. “Did they find out who did it?”

“No, they’re still questioning people. Even Derek Hale.”

“The guy in the woods who almost gave me a heart attack?” I question.

“Yeah!” Stiles waves his arms. “Yes! But that’s not it, okay?”

I hold back a laugh. “What, then?”

“Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore.” Scott and I exchange a confused look, and Stiles elaborates. “The wolf, the bite in the woods,” Stiles clarifies. “I started doing all this reading.” He suddenly stands up. “Do you even know why a wolf howls?”

“Should I?” Scott asks, confused as to where this subject change is going.

“It’s a signal, okay? When a wolf’s alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them.”

“A whole pack of wolves?” Scott questions, disbelieving.

“No… werewolves.”

“Are you seriously wasting my time with this?” Scott demands, standing up and grabbing his bag. “You know I’m picking up Allison in an hour.”

“I saw you on the field today, Scott,” Stiles says. “Okay, What you did wasn’t just amazing, alright? It was impossible.”

Scott shrugs. “Yeah, so I made a good shot.”

“No, you made an incredible shot!” Stiles takes Scott’s backpack out of his hands and puts it back on the bed. “I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can’t just suddenly do that overnight.”

Scott still doesn’t look believing.

“Oh, come on.” Stiles turns to me. “I mean, you believe me, right?”

“I believe you,” I say immediately, standing up.

“Thank you, Vivvy!” Stiles exclaims, throwing an arm around me.

“You do?” Scott demands.

I nod. “Yeah. I trust Stiles. If Stiles thinks you’re a werewolf, then Scott, you’re a werewolf.” Scott looks at me like I'm crazy. “I mean, come on. There’s the vision, the senses. And don’t think I haven’t noticed you not using your inhaler at all the past few days.”

“Okay!” Scott exclaims. “Dude, I can’t think about this now. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Stiles looks at Scott like he’s insane. “Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon is tonight. Don’t you get it?”

“What are you both trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can’t believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?”

“Scott, we’re not trying to ruin anything,” I promise. I try to keep my voice calm as I try to reassure Scott. “We’re just trying to help.”

“You’re cursed, Scott,” Stiles adds. “You know, and it’s not just that the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak.”

“Bloodlust,” Scott repeats.

“Yeah, your urge to kill.”

“I’m already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles.”

“You gotta hear this.” Stiles unearths a book off the desk and starts reading aloud from it. “The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. All right? I haven’t seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does.”

I turn and start rifling through my bag for my cell cellphone. “You have to cancel this date. I'm going to call her right now.”

“What are you doing?” Scott asks me.

“I’m canceling the date,” I say like it’s obvious.

“No, give it to me!” Scott yells, seizing me and shoving me up against the wall. Scott’s fist is inches from my face when he suddenly shouts angrily and tosses the office chair across the floor, causing me to breathe in sharply.

Scott pants and turns to face me again. I stand frozen against the wall, breathing hard. “I’m sorry. I gotta go get ready for that party.” He turns and takes his backpack from Stiles's bed. “I’m sorry," he repeats, and walks out of the room.

As soon as Scott shuts the door behind him, Stiles walks quickly over to me. “You okay?” He asks, placing a hand on my shoulder, worry lacing his tone.

I manage a nod, stunned at what just happened. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” I shake the shock off. “I’ve never seen anyone get that angry.” Satisfied that I’m okay, Stiles goes to pick up his chair, but he freezes. “What?” I walk over and see the chair. On the back of it are three large tears, like the chair had been clawed. Yep. Scott is definitely a werewolf.

Stiles and I share a glance. “We have to get to that party,” I say, and Stiles nods in agreement.

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When we get to the party, I hesitate to open the passenger side door to Stiles’s Jeep. “Okay, is it normal to be stressed out about going to a high school party?” I ask, peering through the window at Lydia’s house.

At that, Stiles moves his hand away from the door handle on his side and looks over at me. “You’ll be okay,” he assures me.

“I’ve never actually been to a party before,” I say, looking back at him. “I’m always afraid I won’t know what to say, or how to act, and is there dancing? I don’t know how to dance. And am I even wearing the right thing?” I look down at my outfit, sure that it is all wrong. Stiles and I had stopped at my house so that I could change into a nice blouse with my leather jacket and some cute ankle booties. In my mirror at home, I thought I looked good, but now I’m not so sure. “God, I’m probably not wearing the right thing. I don’t even really know anybody in there. I mean, I know Lydia and Jackson, and obviously Scott and Allison are in there, and I know you, but that’s basically it. You know what, maybe I should just stay in the car.” I know I’m full on rambling now, but I can’t seem to make my mouth stop moving. “Yeah, I should just stay here-”

“Hey, hey, hey, stop,” Stiles rushes out, holding back a smile. “Breathe.” He places his hands over mine in an attempt to calm me down. “It’s okay.” He waits for me to take a deep breath, and when I finally do, he continues. “Look, I’m going to be in there, too. I’m going to stick with you the whole time, and it’s going to be fine.” He pauses, letting that sink in. “You don’t have to dance, you look great, and, hey, you don’t even have to talk to anybody if you don’t want to.”

I scoff. “What?”

Stiles nods. “Yeah.” He pokes my bag. “I know you have a book in there. If you want to just camp out in a corner and read while we keep an eye on Scott, that’s cool.”

I smile, calming down a little. “I feel like that’s not the point of a party.”

Stiles shrugs. “Hey, if it’s good enough for Rory Gilmore…”

I laugh, significantly calmer now. Finally, I stop laughing and look at Stiles, who is smiling softly at me. “Thanks for that,” I say, immensely grateful I’m friends with this boy.

“No problem.” He glances behind me at Lydia’s house. “So, you ready to brave this?”

I look out the window at all the people going into the house. I’m nervous, but I know I have Stiles with me. Finally, I nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

“Awesome,” he smirks, stepping out onto the pavement and moving around the Jeep to open the passenger side door for me.

“Thanks,” I say, shouldering my bag.

“So, what book do you have in there?” He asks, eyeing my bag.

I blush a little. “City of Bones.”

He laughs, hooking his arm through my elbow. “Let’s go, Gilmore,” he says, leading me up the steps and into the house.

Almost as soon as we get inside, a body crashes into me, nearly knocking me down. I gasp, stumbling back, but Stiles catches me before I fall. My mind processes that it was Scott that crashed into me, and I notice that he looks totally drunk. Why do I have the feeling that his sluggish movements are not caused by drinking?

“Yo, Scott, you good?” Stiles asks, but Scott walks away, completely ignoring him.

“Are you okay?” A girl- who I recognize from my science class as Harley- asks Scott next. He ignores her, too, continuing toward the exit.

Stiles and I exchange a look, and rush back outside, but Scott had already driven away, leaving Allison at the curb. I’m about to walk up to her when I spot her walking away with Derek Hale.

As Stiles and I get into his Jeep, I send a quick text to Allison. Hey, just saw you leave the party with someone. Not that I don’t trust you, but can you text me when you get home?

A moment later, my phone pings with her response. Sure thing :)

Deciding to check Scott’s house for him first, Stiles speeds off in that direction.

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As soon as we get there, we race up the stairs to Scott’s bedroom, and Stiles starts pounding on Scott’s door.

“Go away!” A distant voice shouts.

“Scott!” Stiles calls through Scott's bedroom door. “It’s us.” Scott cracks open the door, but won’t open it wide enough for us to go through. “Let us in, Scott. We can help.”

“No!” Scott says, sounding like he’s in pain. “Listen, you gotta find Allison.”

“She’s fine,” Stiles says, attempting to push open the door further. We saw her get a ride from the party. She’s totally fine.”

“No, I think I know who it is.”

“Just let us in,” I beg.

“It’s Derek!” Scott bursts out. “Derek Hale is the werewolf. He’s the one that bit me. He’s the one that killed the girl in the woods.”

Stiles and I freeze, and fear starts seeping into my mind.

“Scott… Derek’s the one who drove Allison from the party,” Stiles says slowly.

My heart nearly stops with those words. My new friend could be with a literal killer right now.

Before I can do anything, Scott slams the door shut again and locks it. “Scott!” Stiles shouts, banging on the door.

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When we figure out that Scott has left, Stiles and I immediately drive to Allison’s house. “Did she answer you back?” Stiles asks as we speed down the street.

“She said she would let me know when she got home, but she never actually did,” I say, scrolling through my messages and only seeing Allison’s Sure thing :)

When we finally pull into Allison’s driveway, I am out of the car before Stiles can even put it in park. We run up the front steps and I ring the doorbell five times, desperately hoping Allison is okay. I may not have known her very long, but she’s already my friend. Finally, Allison’s mother opens the door. “Hi, Mrs. Argent,” Stiles says. “Um, you have no idea who we are. We’re friends of your daughter’s. Uh, look this is gonna sound kind of crazy, um…”

I can see Mrs. Argent getting annoyed already, so I interrupt. “We know Allison left the party abruptly and wanted to make sure she was okay.”

“Allison!” Mrs. Argent calls. “It’s for you.”

Allison walks onto the landing and looks at us in confusion. In my head, I sigh in relief and relax.

“Viv?” She asks, walking down the stairs. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, um, sorry,” I stammer. “You never answered me back, so I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Oh, sorry,” Allison says through a slight laugh. “I was literally just about to text you that I got home.”

After that, Stiles and I somehow convinced her we are in fact not crazy, and to at least hear Scott out, before we head back to the Jeep to continue our search for Scott.

On the way down the road, I call Scott, but it just goes straight to voicemail. I shake my head at Stiles’s questioning glance, and I grow more worried by the second.

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It’s morning when we find Scott walking down the street near the woods. We pull up next to him and he gets in. As we continue driving, Scott speaks. “You know what actually worries me the most?” He asks.

“If you say Allison, I’m gonna punch you in the head,” Stiles says, and I snort.

“She probably hates me now.”

“I doubt that,” Stiles assures him. “But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or, you know, you could just… tell her the truth and… revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you’re a fucking werewolf.” We both give him a look.

“That is the worst fucking idea I have ever heard,” I say from my position in the backseat.

“Okay, bad idea,” Stiles admits.

I reach forward and squeeze Scott’s shoulder. “We’ll get through this. I promise.”

“If I have to,” Stiles continues, “I’ll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once, I could do it.”

“Oh, I remember Medusa,” I say fondly. “She was so fun.”

“You named your snake Medusa?” Scott asks Stiles in disbelief.

“Actually, that was all her,” Stiles smiles, nodding his head toward me.

I grin. “I was obsessed with mythology when I was a kid. Medusa was a woman Athena cursed because Poseidon was a dick. Her hair turned into tiny snakes and she could turn people to stone by looking them in the eye.”

Stiles glances at me in the rearview mirror. “I remember you dressing up as her for Halloween when we were eleven.”

“I thought Medusa deserved some justice,” I shrug. “Hazel thought it was hilarious, especially since she was dressed as Athena.” I feel that familiar pang in my chest, as I usually do at the mention of my twin. But as Stiles sends me a small smile, the three of us continuing our banter all the way home, for the first time since that fateful night almost three years ago, I feel alright.

#blackbird fly #vivian byrne #teen wolf #teen wolf oc

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