#Mate AU

[n30nwrites]

Good Doggy (Shifter! TF141 x Male!Reader)

Chapter 1

Masterlist here

Warnings - Some awkwardness and staring

Updated; 3/5/2024 with more details

Beta Reader: @letmelickyoureyeballs whose saving my life right now.

You had to leave your job in the city for your own safety, to an abandoned house left by your aunt, who you were close to until she passed. It was a struggle to get there, most of your cousins wanted to burn it down, as did your father.

But in times like these, you needed it.

The car pulled up to the house, a Jeep that was filled to the brim with everything you could grab. Suitcases and trash bags filled with items. You didn't even have a bed, just some pillows and blankets. Maya would be by later and she would set up her own room. Thinking of her caused you to fiddle with the knife in your pocket, your thumb rubbing over the runes that were etched into the metal.

The house was nice. Large, you looked it up on Zillow because you could barely remember what it looked like. 4 beds, 3 baths, fully paid for.

And you would be alone in it. 

The car was parked so that your trunk was facing the garage, opening it with a click of a button and dragging everything out. Quickly, avoiding your neighbors’ stares as they walked out. One neighbor in particular who didn't seem to stop even when you stared back at him.

A mohawk, buff thighs and arms, and his mouth was slightly opened as he kept staring. You stared back, glaring at him as every time you turned back in the car he was there.

Until he turned into air. Just a second and he was replaced by someone else, someone who was taller than him and with a mask that had a skull on it.

You had a mask on as well, but yours was a plain black medical mask. And Mohawk was back next to him, and both just stared.

You didn't like the staring, you escaped that city for a reason.

So you finished shoving all your stuff in the garage and locked your car, staring at them until the garage closed, where you could finally take a breath, taking the mask off as you relaxed in your closed-off house, all the doors locked and the windows covered.

You went to your future bedroom, your aunt's items were gone. All the furniture was taken when she died. In your cousin's words "You got the house, not her stuff" and you were fine with that. No pictures, no couches nor shelves, just plain purple walls. All appliances were gone as well. No fridge or stove, it was dead.

And Your cousins just burned it all. It was such a waste.

You were fine with it, it was almost comforting. Her spirit wasn't around anymore. 

"I'm hungry..." you grumbled to yourself, grabbing your new phone and calling the closest pizza place.

"How is that even possible?" John Price was angry. He liked things to be planned to the very last detail. It kept him and his pack safe. Moving to this small town with a large forest was for safety, and now it could all be screwed up because of a new neighbor.

A new neighbor that was supposedly Soap's AND Ghost's mate.

Stupid fucking shifters.

He says that as if he isn't jealous. Part of moving here meant that they also had the ability to leave quickly if needed, and having an attachment like a mate, especially a human one, meant that Ghost and Soap wouldn't leave without you.

Whether they would force you or not would be your decision.

But it was all so stupid. Stupid enough that Price thought about killing you, for just a moment. And then he looked at Soap's lovestruck look and completely forgot that idea.

It was time for him to meet you. To actually see what the big deal was.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick wanted Soap to shut up. Ghost knew when to be quiet, and Gaz could appreciate that. But if he had to be reminded of how lonely he was one more time he was going to snap.

Of course the second in command and the lieutenant found their mate. Of course it had to be a human.

And Gaz wanted to be happy for his friends, of course he did but god did he wish it was him instead. He had always been so lonesome and just focused on finding this one person, but since he's left to live a (relatively) normal life, he's had no hope. It's just been him and the pack, and while they were great people, he couldn’t see himself marrying them.

He almost cringes thinking about it.

But Gaz shuts up instead as Soap goes on about this person who moved in right across from them. About how amazing they looked and what Soap spotted in their suitcases. He seemed obsessive over every detail and Gaz wished it was him.

But he grins and laughs and tells Soap "I can't wait to meet him" because that's what good friends do.

NEXT

Alright so I know it's been a hot second, here me out. Things have gotten super stressful and I basically couldn't function for a few months but I'm gonna try to write some more so here's a new story I'm working on, IDK I like the idea of it and it's mainly for me more than anything so.

[marune2]

Faust mate Café Au

In this are are working Nacht and morgan in a mate Café in the Moder wold there both go away from there parents and lief alone and go too school and work after this 4 time in a Weck there there the money really good is Nacht is just there of curse money and protect Morgan from perv yami com time time there too annoy Nacht and see them both

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The first time there as yami fount out they work there

Nacht : what make you here moron

Yami: is this how you talk to a guest my lovely Mate pffff“

Nacht eyes say I gonna kill you but he can’t say this there there continued is

: sorry my lovely Master what you wish too have „in this moment Nacht looks like he going too die by this wort’s

Yami:pffff HAHAHA this is healyus I wana a Café and the Roastbeef my lovely mate pfffff

Nacht Face smile : sure just Sid you here I’m coming fast back my lovely master „then he goes away

Morgan:is this yami what do he here?

Nacht: too adnoing my ass hell I gona kill him

Yami see Morgan and Nacht talk and his mission too adnoing Nacht is good going on but he must say he like mate clothes on them

Nacht come back : here my lovely master here is you food „on his Roastbeef is whit sauce spelled „die with a heart“

Yami: how lovely of you I hope too see you here araund my made😈

Nacht Fake smile : sure sir my too

Later on the day

continued: this whas a good day Nacht your can do more of the tsundere thing right now do the people love it this is god idea the lovely twin and the bad tsundere twin this is a good combo

Nacht ?!?!! :yes sir

Morgan treying not to laugh

Nacht look at Morgan like shut up

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After some time as a not too nice day wo some perv there were and looks at Morgan Nacht and too fem coworkers (in the mate Café work male and female mate’s)

Morgan:sorry sir but lafe the Café before we call the police

Perv: don’t be so my lovely mait

Femmate1: I bring the Head of department fast say she and run of

Morgan: sir plz left it’s going not be nice if she doesn’t left

Perv: ach com on „say he and try too tush Morgan but in this moment com Nacht and scream

Nacht: Back of fuc€er of my brother!!! „Kick him away :are you ok brother I gona kill this guy

Morgan: I’m good pfangs but plz don’t kill him

Perv: oh this whas a nice kick pretty one twins are a nice patty „dirty smile

Nacht:ok Morgan Go call four help I gona kick his ass

Morgan:oh-ok!“so he run of

Perv:hey don’t go away

Nacht:you go nowhere basta€t and hid him

It started a fitting but then pining the guy Nacht douwn but in the moment kick someone the perv away and make him k.o.

Nacht:haaa pfang you a- „ in this moment see Nacht this is yami oh he forgot this Yami is in police

Yami: are you ok moron

Nacht: i have it in control

Yami: sure sure I pfinking you should go to a doctor the guy bite you

Nacht:?! What a sick fucker!!!

After a wile

Head of department: pfang you mr police officer Nacht go too a doc you looks realy beat up you have 1 Weck free say if you need more free time if the guy here hurt you seriously

Nacht: I’m fine sir I just go to doc today and then it going be fine

Morgan: Brother don’t be so stupid you looks beat up and a week it’s going be fine

Head of department: I give you forced vacation don’t be stubborn Nacht

Nacht:…….good…..

[oohnoniall]

Hawk & Sparrow [Rowan Whitethorn x OC] - Chapter 4

WARNINGS; Fantasy violence, cursing, Mirima doesn’t have self-control and that leads to her burning out a Lot, Rowan avoiding his feelings, Mirima having no idea about her feelings, there’s a lot of feelings being avoided, power dynamics in the relationship.

Prologue.

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

        Her fingertips felt electric. She felt as though the hurricane inside of her was aching to get out, as though she were drowning in her excitement and her fear. Today was the day. Rowan was bringing her a new plaything, a new training partner. It hadn't happened since she had almost, quite by accident, drowned one of the demi-fae that had come to Mistward.

        Apparently she wasn't supposed to do things like that.

        Mirima had gotten up earlier than usual. Her time had been spent at a small pond on the eastside of the fortress. The pond itself was hidden away behind tall trees and dense underbrush. She doubted anyone else knew about it. The only reason she had found it was because the water had called to her. It had sang a soft lullaby that only she could hear. Pulling her to it until she had claimed it as her one spot of solace.

        She trained there when she could not stand to be around Rowan and the others, or when Rowan could not stand to be around her. It was the one place she felt at peace. The one place where she didn't have to worry about losing control. Although, if she did, she would certainly be dead. The pond that was her safehaven could easily became her tomb. She just didn't think about that sort of thing.

        She sat on the banks, not minding the mud's coldness seeping through her breeches. Her eyes were closed, her legs crossed, and her breathing focused for the first time in quite a long time. Mirima could feel the currents in the pond as though they were the breaths in her lungs. She felt as though she could hear each movement, feel the ripples whenever the wind blew. She was connected in a way that should've been impossible. Perhaps it was and she just didn't realize it.

        As she focused, water began to lift slowly from the pond. It formed a shield around her, droplets occasionally falling on her head. She didn't notice them, didn't notice anything but the way it felt as though she was protected.

        The water began to float away from the protective shield, forming shapes in the sky. Mirima always loved to have fun with her power, Rowan often scolded her for it. He never wanted her to be wistful, never wanted to watch as she dreamed her life away. Maybe that was a part of being in the cadre. There was no time for dreaming, only time for destroying the parts of yourself that couldn't be changed. Maybe there was a good reason why he didn't want her following his path.

        But Mirima could not believe that. She could only believe that she was destined for something more than this. More than sitting around and behaving like a lady, more than watering plants or acting as though she was something other than a weapon waiting to be crafted. She knew that she could be useful. She knew that she didn't want to spend the rest of her life hiding in Varnsway. She wanted more. Wanted romance, adventure, love, lust, and being whoever she was meant to be. She wanted to be the person in her father's stories. The hero who set off on adventure, not the damsel who was left behind.

        If Rowan had it his way, she would be locked in a tower never to see the light of day. She didn't understand why he acted as though she were nothing more than a spoiled brat. Why he treated her as though she needed protection and as though she was not smart enough to wield a blade. Maybe it was just because he was a pompous idiot. Or maybe he didn't want to see her hurt. Although, the latter was far too ridiculous for Mirima to ever truly believe.

        Rowan cared for no one but himself. She knew that firsthand.

        "Mirima Floros!" His voice rattled the trees, sending ripples through her pond. He was angry at her and it wasn't even eight in the morning. "Hellas, where are you?!" 

        Mirima's concentration broke, the water falling. It soaked her to the bone but she stood and hurried from her hiding spot anyway. She hadn't realized how late it was getting. She hadn't realized that she was late for her training session. It was perhaps the fifth time it had happened in all the years she had been working with him. She knew that he would not take any excuses. All he would do was make her run laps until she vomited or give her that look that killed her. He'd be disappointed in her. That always seemed to hurt more than his anger ever could.

        "More like where were you," she kept her voice casual as she slipped out from her hiding spot. "I was waiting for hours, but you know how bored I get."

        Rowan gave her a look, his eyes half-closed in anger while his lips were thinner than she had ever seen them before. His fists were clenched, his tattoo standing out as he went pale with his anger. She wondered if she needed to be afraid of him. But Rowan wouldn't actually do anything to her. He never had before at least.

        She may have just humiliated him in front of someone quite important though.

        A woman stood behind Rowan. She was Mirima's height, with blonde hair that was a few shades darker than Mirima's own, and eyes that were the shade of turquoise ringed with gold. Mirima didn't need to be a genuis to figure out the secret that the woman was hiding. Her Ashryver eyes were a dead giveaway to her heritage. Even if she was not the lost princess, she could be someone very important to the lost kingdom of Terrasen. 

        "Is this my new partner?" Mirima questioned, quickly taking control before Rowan could start berating her for being late or for her appearance. She would hear it later, she knew it. But for now, she would be the perfect little soldier. Well, as perfect as she could be after already disobeying enough to earn more than just a tongue lashing.

        "Lillian," the woman said casually enough. She didn't seem to care about Mirima's appearance. If anything, she seemed to be uninterested in Mirima entirely. It was slightly insulting.

        "Mirima Floros, at your service," she gave her new partner a dramatic, sweeping bow. Droplets of water flung from her head, landing on Rowan and Lillian.

        "Mirima," Rowan's voice was tight, his anger so close to the surface that she knew she should be at least a tiny bit concerned. "Might I have a word with you, in private?"

        A warning bell sounded in her mind. She wasn't sure what she was going to say or do if Rowan decided that he'd had enough. What if he told her that she was done? That she had to go back to Varnsway. She was certain that she wouldn't. She'd run straight to Doranelle and beg Maeve for another trainer, for someone else to give her a chance that Rowan wouldn't. But she didn't know if she would be able to truly do it or not. His dismissal may just crush her and keep her from ever coming back.

        She followed after him, having to jog to keep up with him. He stopped at an outcropping of trees. Lillian stood some feet away, still in eyesight but not in hearing distance. Mirima could only hope it would stay that way if he were to yell.

        "What in hellas were you doing?" Rowan's voice was deadly quiet. She hated it when he got that mad. It always made her feel as though she was going to to tear her hair out. She'd much rather him scream at her, to make her feel as though she was actually in trouble instead of just acting as though she had disappointed in.

        "I was practicing," she knew she sounded like a child. Mirima hated herself for it. "I just ... I lost track of time. I know it was a rookie mistake, but I was doing it, Row. I was actually shielding myself like you want me to."

        Rowan's brow twitched. The only sign that she had said something that he either did or didn't like. She could never tell what those little brow twitches meant. Even if she'd been trying to learn for years. She had been trying to learn the secrets of Rowan Whitethorn as though they were the world's greatest mystery. Perhaps he was a mystery that was just for her to solve. No one else could ever come close. 

        She knew that she infuriated him. That she got under his skin more than most people did. She knew that she was everything he had ever hated about people. But she knew that he loved her. Maybe not enough to admit it to himself, but he'd had to of grown fond of her in all the time they'd spent together. They were more than just a trainer and his trainee. They were friends.

        At the very least she thought so.

        "You know better than this, Mirima," Rowan growled out, his teeth clenched and his eyes dark with anger. She knew that she had messed up, but she had figured it would be nothing to get so angry over. "What would have happened if you had burned out? What would you have done had you lost control with no one around to save you?"

        This was their problem. They both knew how to make the other see red, how to keep the other from relaxing. Mirima had always been able to get under his skin but she had never thought that he would turn her tricks against her. She should've. He did it more often than not. They were like fire and ice when they were together. Nothing they could do or say would change this.

        "I don't need anyone to save me," she snapped, her eyes nearly glowing with the rage she felt at the accusation. "I've never needed your help before and I certainly don't need it now."        

        "Except to get into the Cadre," Rowan replied smoothly. "Except to gain control of your power, or to keep yourself from dying when it becomes too much."

        She didn't know why they were doing this. Why they had picked today of all days to air out any grievance they had. Rowan must have been under an extraordinary amount of pressure if this was what he chose to do with his morning. Mirima doubted they'd be fighting otherwise. Although, she was normally quite wrong about those sorts of things.

        "If you have something you wish to tell me, you should say it," Mirima's fists clenched at her sides. She couldn't breathe, couldn't begin to imagine all the things that Rowan Whitethorn had not yet said. What would she do if he decided that she was not worth his time? What would she do if he decided that taking her on had been a mistake? She knew that he already felt as though it were a punishment. He had just kept her on longer than anyone had expected.

        "I just wish you would grow up," Rowan stated, his anger receding enough for him to speak calmly. Perhaps that was why it felt as though Mirima had been slapped in the face. She wasn't sure where this had come from. She didn't know why she even cared about what he thought of her. It's not like Rowan was important, besides being the only one standing in the way of her dream.

        Mirima stared at him, unblinkingly. She had no words for what he had said. No way to prove that he was wrong and that she was more than what he saw standing before him. She had no witty comeback, no words that could say that she thought he was the worst person on the planet. All she had was the knowledge that she had controlled it. She had done what he assumed was impossible. All without ever blinking an eye.

        But Rowan would not know this. She found it so difficult to do when he was watching her. She wanted to show off, to show how powerful she was. She didn't know if she was trying to impress him or if he got under her skin to the point where she just no longer wanted to do anything he told her. But she had to stop. She had to be better. To prove herself to the man who would never let her become who she wanted to be. She wasn't stupid. She knew that Rowan Whitethorn would sooner die than say she was good enough for the cadre. She just didn't know why he thought this way.

        She straightened her spine, looking him dead in the eye. Maybe once she would have been afraid of him. Maybe she would have told him off and kept him questioning what she would and wouldn't do. But this time, she was determined to shock him in another way.

        "Fine." Mirima did not wait to be dismissed, instead turning on her heel and marching back over to Lillian. He could hope she'd become someone else. She might even fool him into thinking that she had. All of the impossible fighting had to stop. She would prove that she did not need him, that she was fully capable of taking care of herself. She would do what she had to do. If it meant getting as far from Rowan Whitethorn as possible, she would do it. There was no way she could continue to live like this. Within his shadow, never being the person that she was destined to be.

        Within the year, she decided, she would be welcomed into the cadre. Rowan would be unable to keep her from it. She would prove herself to everyone. Gavriel, Lorcan, Fenrys, anyone who would listen to her. Anyone who would see her as something more than just a girl with too much water in her brain. 

        Mirima had no idea if any of this was possible. But it had to be. She had to be able to stop this from continuing. Rowan would end up having her waste the rest of her life in this horrible way. Fighting him, day and night, for the chance that he would let her do something. Anything.

        It was time for her to stop listening to him and to do what she did best. Create a scene. One that would capture Queen Maeve's attention and make her realize that she was the perfect person for the cadre. She'd do anything, be anyone she had to be. But right now, it just meant stifling herself to fit Rowan's perception of her and how things were supposed to go.

        "Lillian," Mirima said cheerfully, all evidence of the fight wiped from her. She wouldn't let anyone see that Rowan had gotten under her skin.

        She could feel his eyes on her, could feel the heat of his glare. It was almost like a warm breath of fresh, summer air. Or like a kiss on the forehead from someone who had once promised to protect you. Mirima often felt this way when Rowan was angry with her. She knew it shouldn't have felt like she had done something right, but it often did. It was just another thing that was going to have to change. After all, she couldn't allow Rowan's anger to be the thing that kept her from her goals.

        "How much training have you had before?" She questioned, leading the woman to her favorite place to train. Well, favorite was perhaps the wrong word. It was filled with rocks, looking more like a shrine than anything. Something haunted those lands, made it more dangerous to be there. Rowan had only trained her there once. Her first ever day training to be a member of the cadre. She'd seen her greatest fears brought to life but still she had decided to stay, to fight.

        She'd nearly drowned herself in the process.

        It briefly occurred to her that Rowan had kept doing things that tested her mettle. His training was more than just physical. She had been turned into a weapon of war mentally a long time ago. Well, perhaps she was on her way to being one. Her temper needed more work, she needed to care less about what others thought of her and actually work towards her goals.

        "Enough." Lillian was not a talkative woman, that much was for certain. Mirima had always believed that a princess would do nothing but talk. She'd assume they would be bubbly and bright. If this truly was Aelin, she was not what Mirima had ever imagined. Perhaps that was a good thing though. After all, she had an entire lost kingdom to save.

        "Good," she replied with a slight smirk. "Rowan might be the most horrible thing in existence, but I won't deny that his training is sufficient." Kinder words could have been said, but Mirima was still angry with him. She would stay angry.

        Lillian watched her carefully, as though she were an animal. She thought that was quite unfair. Lillian didn't even know her. How could she begin to judge her for anything that she may or may not have done? She could only imagine that Rowan had spoken about her. That had to be the reason for the instant distrust. It had nothing to do with the fact that Mirima had been soaking wet upon first meeting.

        The two women stopped, Mirima stepping away to give her some semblance of space, waiting for Rowan. She said nothing as he followed after them, nor did she look at him when he began to explain what he wanted from the other woman. Mirima was somewhat curious why he did not have a challenge for her. Hadn't she needed more training? Hadn't he been concerned about her in some capacity? Or was his new project going to take up too much of his time?

        A coldness began to spread in her stomach. It felt as though she could not draw enough breath. She didn't understand why. It wasn't like she hadn't expected something like this. She didn't understand why she felt this way. After having decided that she no longer cared for him, how could she begin to feel as though he was abandoning her? Maybe he had a reason for saying she needed to grow up. She didn't know, nor did she understand how to work out what the feeling growing in her chest was.

        Rowan had never been someone she was interested in. She didn't know anything about him other than the moments they spent together training. How could she begin to think that he owed her any of his time? It was stupid. She was being stupid.

        But seeing him with Lillian set her teeth on edge. 

        "Rowan," she blurted out his name before her thoughts could wander further. "Can we spare while we wait? I'm worried my swordsmanship isn't up to par."

        Rowan gave her a look that would freeze Hellas. She knew that a smart woman would have backed down from this gaze. However, Mirima was a reckless woman. She was still smart, but her impulses often got the better of her. 

        "The only thing you're going to do is sit there," Rowan stated, looking away from her. "You need to learn patience and impulse control. You'll sit there until I tell you otherwise."

        It stung to know that he didn't trust her to do anything else. That he wanted her to just waste her life sitting in the background. Now, he was officially making her do it. She found that she could not focus on Lillian and her trials. Despite the fact that Rowan seemed to have eyes for nothing else. 

        She felt sick knowing that he had lied to her. He had said that her training would not be pushed to the wayside and yet, already it was. Mirima knew that it was potentially her own fault. But that still didn't make it alright. Rowan knew her. He had known her longer than anyone at Mistward. Surely, he would have known that she hadn't been able to sleep the night before. Surely, he would've known exactly what she did when things weighed heavily on her mind. But he didn't. 

        As much as she liked to pretend otherwise, Rowan did not know her. They weren't friends. She was nothing but an assignment to him. She had to fight to keep herself sitting there. Had to fight to hold back the rage-filled tears and the feelings that were twisting her from the inside, the ones that said it would be better to run Lillian through with her sword. She said nothing. She did nothing. She sat there just as Rowan wanted.

        She watched as he allowed Lillian to leave. She watched him as he watched his new student. She watched him walk away without once looking back at her.

        As night began to fall, Mirima realized what that feeling was. She was jealous. Jealous of a girl that she would never know about a boy that she would never have.

[mayflysdie]

MothThorn

Not cod related- but something I’ve been working on for awhile.

( though I am down to change it to anyone’s favorite cod character. Like swap the male lead for Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Price, etc )

I’m trying to improve my writing, character development and world building so this is just a rough draft, I guess?

I suck with dialogue so forgive me.

Word count: 3,856.

( not proofread or edited.)

Leaning against the balcony, high above the city of Moththorn, I am struck by its frozen beauty. The streets below stretch for hundreds of miles, each building and corner emitting a soft, ethereal glow in the darkness of nightfall. Despite the storm brewing above, the city remains untouched, as if protected by a veil of magic. My slender index finger traces along the rough stone siding of the balcony as I gaze towards the distant mountains. The purple lightning dances around them, caged and contained only to strike the mountain's peak. It's odd how such intense storms never touch our city within the golden walls; not a single bolt of lightning has ever touched its sacred grounds.

I've asked my mother, Queen Azola, about it but she skirts around the question, warning me sternly to keep it away from my father.

"We could be cursed," I mumble to myself as I turn back towards my chambers. Suddenly, the wind picks up, whipping my hair and gown around me. My head snaps up and I hold my hair out of my face, looking towards the mountains. Don't ask me to explain it, but I know that mountain is somehow involved in everything.

That's when I see it - or at least, I think I do. Blinking rapidly, I try to convince myself that it's just my mind playing tricks on me. But no, as I squint my eyes, I can clearly make out a giant pair of red eyes on the side of the mountain. Like a giant bonfire amidst the darkness, casting an eerie light over the land.

Gasping in shock, my hands fall to my sides as I stare at those mysterious eyes. I've seen them before.

"What are you?" I whisper softly, wishing desperately that I could speak to whatever is behind them. Are these eyes the reason why lightning only strikes this mountain?

And just as quickly as they appeared, the eyes vanish like a fire doused with water.

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Days have passed since I saw the eyes, keeping what I witnessed to myself as I don't trust anyone. Father would storm the mountain, waging war on whatever beast resides there- and I don't want that, I don't wish harm upon it.

I walk down the candle lit corridor towards the library-the restricted library. To search for answers, since no one else is eager to answer them.

My family is hiding something, and I refuse to be another clueless princess sitting atop her castle. My emerald green eyes hold a fierce determination, one which I'm sure mother would scold me for. 'princesses should look sweet, never fierce. Keep those eyes like a doe child, must I repeat myself'. I recall one of her many lectures and scoff to myself. A proper princess I will never be.

The air in the restricted library was thick with dust, making me sneeze the moment I stepped inside. I glanced around at the towering bookshelves filled with ancient tomes and scrolls, feeling a thrill of both excitement and trepidation. The answer to the mystery of the mountain must be hidden somewhere within these walls.

I approached a particularly weathered bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found one that seemed to call out to me. It was an old leather-bound volume with intricate golden lettering on the cover. As I opened it, the pages emitted a soft glow, illuminating the room in an otherworldly light. That's strange, all spell bound books should be in a case. My interest grows, eager for an unknown reason.

The text inside written in a language I don’t t recognize, but as my eyes scanned the words, they began to shift and change before me. Slowly, the letters transformed into a language I could understand. What the hell. but before I could read them, the sound of guards outside the door makes me snap the book shut, and I hide beside a bookshelf.

I grumble under my breath about the monstrous dresses my mother insists I wear, pulling the fabric closer to me in an attempt to hide it from view. "That's it, I'm making a wardrobe change. I look like a goofy clown".

My heart skips a beat as the guard's footsteps halt at the door. Standing there for what feels like eternity.

I exhale sharply when the sound of the footsteps fades, and the doorknob remains untouched. As I catch my breath, I lean against a nearby shelf, my gaze trailing down to the book in my hands. It's oddly warm, but not burning me.

The book seemed to hum with a faint energy, as if urging me to open it once again and delve into its secrets. And, with cautious curiosity, I cracked it open, my eyes widening in surprise as the pages shifted once more to reveal a map unlike any I had ever seen. It depicted the city of Moththorn, the surrounding lands, and the mountains in exquisite detail.

But what caught my attention most were the intricate markings around the mountain that had the mysterious red eyes. Symbols and runes adorned the area, pulsating with a soft light that seemed to match the rhythm of my own heartbeat.

As I studied the map intently, a whisper of wind brushed against my skin, carrying with it a soft, melodic hum that seemed to resonate from the very pages of the book. The symbols on the map began to glow brighter, guiding my eyes to a hidden passage inscribed in elegant script at the edge of the page.

"In the heart of the mountain where shadows dance,

Lies a secret older than time's endless trance.

Beneath the red eyes that watch and wait,

A dragon sleeps, guarding Moththorn's fate."

My breath caught in my throat as I read the cryptic words, my mind racing with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. A dragon, here in Moththorn? Could it be possible that the creature behind those fiery eyes was not a curse, but a protector of our city, warding off the storms and keeping us safe all this time? " is it protecting us, or protecting something else?" I mumble to myself, eyes narrowing as my mind races.

Determined to uncover the truth, I close the book gently and tuck it into the folds of my dress before stepping out

I quickly race down the corridor, straight to my chambers.

After checking that there are no maids nearby, I lock my door and head to the balcony. Settling into a chair, I retrieve the book. It's not as warm as before, and the glowing has diminished significantly, but as soon as I open it, the glow returns. This time, the pages transform into a new map, one that I can guess reveals the mysteries inside the mountain.

The map before me was intricate, filled with winding passageways and hidden chambers marked by ancient symbols. My heart raced with anticipation as I traced the intricate lines with my finger, following the path that led deep into the heart of the mountain.

As I studied the map intently, a sudden gust of wind swept through the balcony, causing the pages to flutter wildly. In the chaos, a faint whisper seemed to echo in my mind, guiding me towards a specific chamber marked with a swirling symbol that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly light.

I look up at the mountain, my heart pounding. “ are you trying to show me something?” I whisper to the mountain, as if it’ll answer my question. My eyes fall back onto the pages and I do my best to memorize them, taking mental notes to write down later.

As I flip through the pages, the words rearrange themselves in front of my eyes so that I can read them aloud. "The dragon, Zephyr, is known for his black and red scales in his Draconic form, symbolizing his high rank among the dragon race. Among his many powers are lightning and fire." I continue reading and learn that there is still more to discover about Zephyr's abilities.

My attention then shifts to a description of his immense height, towering over even the western tower. I shudder at the thought of how much bigger he must be compared to me. I'm not even the size of his toe-if he has any. Trying to shake off the fear, I return my focus to the book, only to see the words stop glowing and returning to their original language. Disappointed, I frown at the book in my hands.

I stand up slowly, my fingers tightly grasping the book as my mind begins to race with possibilities. "Draconic form," I whisper under my breath. Could he really have a different form, one that is human? My thoughts run wild, jumping from theory to theory as I try to make sense of even the smallest clue.

In a frenzy, I hastily hide the book in my closet, shoving it beneath an old box filled with forgotten childhood toys. I rush out of my chambers, realizing how late it has become. Surely my mother must be searching for me by now, ready to drag me to dinner. I'm sure she'll have something snide to say once I arrive.

As I approach the door to the dining hall, I nod at the guards stationed there, forcing a smile onto my lips despite the turmoil within. The doors swing open and I step inside, the warm scents of food and candlelight greeting me.

My mother's sneer greets me as I walk into the room. "How nice of you to finally grace us with your presence, Elysian." Her sarcastic tone is all too familiar, and I wish I could make myself deaf to it. I quickly take a seat. "Sorry, mother." I glance at my father, who is engrossed in whatever he's reading on his paper. It's not unusual for him to be preoccupied. "I'll have Mary meet you in the morning, so you can purchase a dress for the ball." my mother announces. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "A ball?"

My mother's smile is anything but warm. "Yes, the annual Harvest Ball. Surely you haven't forgotten, Elysian." Her eyes bore into mine, daring me to argue. "You will dress appropriately and behave accordingly. Your father and I will not tolerate any more of your rebellious antics."

I mask my frustration with a forced smile, nodding obediently as I pick at the food on my plate. The idea of attending a ball in the midst of all these revelations about Zephyr feels like a cruel joke. How could I possibly pretend that everything is normal when my world has been turned upside down by the secrets hidden within the mountain?

As dinner drags on, filled with idle chatter and my mother's pointed remarks, I find myself counting down the seconds until I can escape to my chambers once more. The weight of the book hidden in my closet feels like a heavy secret pressing against my chest, demanding to be explored further.

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the morning comes quickly, far quicker than I want. The only delight of this morning is me giving Mary the slip as I sneak into a dress shop on my own. I giggle quietly to myself, feeling clever.

I race over to the first dress I set my eyes on, a stunning black evening gown with a striking mermaid silhouette. The dress features a strapless, sweetheart neckline bodice that is intricately adorned with delicate black lace and embroidered red roses, extends down to the hips, where it gracefully transitions into a voluminous skirt.

The skirt is the true showstopper of the gown, crafted from a luxurious black fabric and embellished with large, lifelike roses add a touch of romance and femininity.

I can’t possibly find a better dress.

My eyes all but turn into hearts. I wave the staff down, and immediately try on the dress.

As the dress hugs my curves perfectly, I can't help but twirl around in front of the mirror, the skirt swirling around me like a dark cloud. The black lace and red roses make me feel powerful and alluring, a stark contrast to the demure gowns my mother always picks out for me. This is the kind of dress that demands attention, that commands the room.

A mischievous smile plays on my lips as I decide then and there that this is the dress I will wear to the Harvest Ball. No more playing by my mother's rules, no more blending into the background. Tonight, I will stand out, a rose among wilted flowers.

Excitement bubbles in my chest as I quickly pay for the dress and make my way back to the palace. Mary finding me along the way, lightly scolding me for running off.

As soon as I'm safely in my chambers, I carefully hide the gown in the back of my closet, ready to don it later when everyone else is distracted by the festivities.

Until then, I snatch the book out from its hiding place. plopping down in my closet to read it, the book glows to life, growing warmer in my hands. I smile, “ What shall we learn today?”

I open the book, instantly greeted with pages full of context on Zephyr. How long he’s lived, the destruction he waged against countless kingdoms and villages. “ So, most certainly not a protector of all kingdoms, huh”. Honestly, how scary. Such a beast of destruction is only a mountain away from home.

I flip the page, “ His mother and Father, King Luther and Queen Abrella of MothThorn” I pause, eyes narrowing. “ MothThorn? how long ago was this? mother said our family has always ruled this kingdom”.

I desperately read more, growing more confused by each word.

"My lady, it's time to prepare for the ball," Mary's voice startles me as I quickly shut my book and tuck it away. "I'll be there in a moment!" I call out. My thoughts are in disarray and my feet stumble as I try to process everything. If Zephyr, the dragon, is from this kingdom and his parents were the rulers, then why are my parents the ones on the throne? Why is he not ruling his own kingdom?

"Hurry, my lady. Time is running short," Mary urges in her usual impatient tone. I grumble as I stomp out of the closet with my dress in hand. I forcefully pull the door open. "Help me put on this dress and then go. Don't dare tell my mother what I am wearing." I twirl around before she has a chance to voice her objections.

So help me Mary, if you utter a word to my mother I will offer you as a snack to the dragon.

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The guards escort me to the ball room, where crowds of people have already gathered. I peer down at them from atop the stairs, noticing how the music stops when they notice my presence. Peoples heads turning, women gasping.

I’m sure mother is chapped about my dress. probably will storm up, demanding I change.

I slowly walk down the stairs, my dress trailing elegantly behind me. I offer a polite smile, “ evening, ladies and gentlemen. I hope the ball is to your liking?” my voice, soaked in fake sweetness makes my insides churn. I am dodging this ball the first moment I get.

they bow to me, returning my smile with ones of their own. “ it’s wonderful, my lady”

my eyes drift across the room, spotting my mother tossing snakes at me with her glare. I can almost taste the distain from here.

I excuse myself, walking towards my mother. oh i’m too sober for this. and by some grace of the gods, a waiter passes by with a tray of glasses, filled with bourbon. “ excuse me”

I snatch one off the tray, tossing it back before grabbing another. “ thank you”.

"So, this is how you choose to behave at a royal ball, Elysian?" My mother's voice cuts through the air sharply, her disapproval evident in every syllable. I simply smile sweetly, the alcohol warming my insides and emboldening me. "Just enjoying the festivities, mother," I reply casually, taking another sip of bourbon. "I thought it might make things more bearable." Her eyes narrow, but before she can respond, a commotion erupts on the other side of the room.

The event had barely begun, but two drunken men were already brawling. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their predictable behavior. As the palace guards dragged them away, I took advantage of the distraction to slip away from my mother's watchful eye. I thanked the men silently for providing me with an opportunity to escape her constant scrutiny.

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A deep voice startles me from behind "My lady, you look stunning tonight." I turn around, trying to compose myself before facing Jared, the man who is determined to make me his wife. “Hello, Jared,” I say coldly, not hiding my lack of warmth towards him.

Honestly, who could blame me? this guy is obnoxious and a peeping tom.

Refusing to linger for his foolishness, I pivot on my heel and stride away. Snatching up another glass of bourbon, I slip out into the lush garden, already feeling a slight buzz from my earlier indulgences. The air is thick with the scent of roses, their vibrant red petals beckoning me forward. As I pass by, my fingers graze their delicate blooms, only to be pricked by their sharp thorns in protest. My gaze lifts upwards to the sky, marveling at the dark canvas strewn with billowing clouds that seem almost within reach. My longing intensifies as I imagine running my hands through their softness, if only it were possible

I take another sip, the first real smile of the day is when i’m looking up at the sky.

“ What’s a pretty Devil like yourself doing out here alone?”. The voice was rough and deep, sending a shiver down my spine. I turn to face the source, my eyes adjusting to the dimly lit part of the garden. There stood a stranger, cloaked in shadows. “Who are you calling a Devil?” I snapped back, my glare piercing through the darkness. The nerve of men, the audacity to speak whatever nonsense crosses their tiny minds.

As he stepped into the light, my breath caught in my throat. His hair was as dark as the night sky above us, contrasting sharply with his intense golden eyes that seemed to hold your soul captive. His towering figure was sculpted and powerful, straining against the confines of his black and red tuxedo. It was as if he were a lion trapped in sheep's clothing.

The air around us crackled with tension, our gazes locked in an unspoken challenge.

“you”. oh my god, my heart. I haven’t had that much to drink, right?

He smirked, a devilish gleam in his eyes as he closed the distance between us. His presence was intoxicating, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and my cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and desire. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he remarked, his voice like smooth velvet against my skin. I fought to compose myself, refusing to let this stranger unravel me with just a few words.

"And you're quite bold for approaching a lady uninvited," I retorted, trying to maintain a semblance of control over the situation. But deep down, an unfamiliar thrill coursed through me at the dangerous edge he exuded.

His laughter rang out in the quiet garden, sending a flock of birds into the night sky. "Forgive me, my lady. But when I saw you standing here, bathed in moonlight with fire in your eyes, I couldn't resist." His

I huff, backing away to earn myself some space. every alarm in my head going off but for different things.

“ can’t blame a lady for enjoying the night”. really? is that the best I can offer? get a grip Elysian.

“ Who are you? guests are not allowed in the garden unless personally requested”. I fight myself to speak confidently.

He steps closer, just barely. His eyes locking with mine, the gold rings in his eyes shine brighter than anything else i’ve ever seen.

“ you did request me, princess”. if possible, his voice grew deeper. sending a chill down my spine.

“ I did no such thing. i’ve never requested anyones presence before, so why would I start now?” I bite back. and for some reason, my eyes drift over to the mountain, noticing the lack of lightning surrounding it. that’s strange, i’ve never seen it so calm before.

He gave me a sly grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I am Zephyr, my lady. And I assure you, I have a special invitation tonight." My heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. Zephyr, the very same dragon prince who had disrupted my world with his mere presence. My mind raced with questions, but I knew better than to trust him so easily. It can't really be him, right? Why show up now.

"Zephyr," I repeated slowly, testing the name on my tongue. The golden rings in his eyes fade to a darker color when I say it. "What brings you here, uninvited?" His gaze softened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his golden eyes. "Curiosity led me here, Elysian. I wished to see the woman who dares to defy convention and stand out among the sheep." His words sent a thrill down my spine, and I fought to keep my composure.

"Well, you've seen her. Now leave before you cause more trouble," I replied sharply.

I almost regret my words, a part of me not wanting him to leave.

“ why come out now? does anyone else know you’re here? The red eyes from the mountain- that was you?” question after question leaves my lips before I can stop it. Nervously, my fingers come up to pick at my dress. Way to make a spectacle of yourself.

Zephyr's grin widened at my barrage of questions, clearly amused by my sudden curiosity. "Yes, that was me," he confirmed, his voice tinged with a hint of pride. "And to answer your other inquiries, no one else knows I'm here. I have a way of moving in the shadows, undetected by prying eyes." His eyes sparkled with mischief.

I should be terrified, but instead, I found myself drawn to the danger he represented. His presence was electrifying, sending a thrill through me that I hadn't experienced before.

"Why reveal yourself now?" I pressed, my voice barely above a whisper as if afraid to break the spell we were both under.

Zephyr's expression shifted, his gaze intense as he studied me for a moment before answering. "Because someone is trying to take what belongs to me”.

the kingdom? his kingdom? is he finally coming to destroy us?. I furrow my brows as my mind races for answer. “ the kingdom?” I finally ask, ripping the proverbial bandaid off.

His eyes scan the garden and castle before landing back on me. A chill runs down my spine as a gust of wind hits.

“ No, though it is mine. I’m talking about something-someone else”.

[d0not-disturb]

DDVAU MOTHER SPORE HAS ME ON CHOKEHOLD

(Oh yeah and DDVAU by @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11❤️❤️)

[phoenixcatch7]

Dp x dc twin au where Danny and Damian were in fact conjoined/siamese twins, but the most dangerous type - one head, two bodies.

Their early removal from talia being because their shape would not have allowed for natural birth, they were written off but talia begged for the chance to send them off in the lazarus pit.

By some bizarre miracle, before she turned to leave, two small bodies bobbed to the surface - identical in every way, except for the eyes. The previous blue eyes now split in two, one left, one right, and the new eyes, pit created, a bright green.

She took her child, her two children, and together, they survived.

Being removed prematurely, their early years were tough, but soon they blossomed into promising heirs for the league. In sync with every step, the closest of brothers, the league was certain the old fairy tale of twins being telepathic had been granted by the pit that separated them, the remnants of being born as one mind, one brain, one skull.

But then Danny had to flee, and leave his other half behind. Stretched by distance for the first time, the bond grew thin and stretched, and Damian grieved his brother as dead. When he started being sent on public missions, he hid his distinctive heterochromia, choosing the green in memory of the pit that had given him and his brother life.

Danny, hiding his pit aura in the ocean's worth that was Amity park, took to blue, the colour that he and Damian were born with.

Damian moves to Gotham, and continues to mourn his brother as dead, right until one day when he is twelve, when he learns what the death of your other half truly feels like.

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Their reunion is a thing of family legend. Violence runs hot in both bloodlines, ghosts are highly emotional and prone to fighting a the drop of a hat for bonding, playing, testing, every reason under the green sun. Their training and play often consisted of friendly spars, competitive spars, furious spars, venting spars. Both have been exposed to unhealthy amounts of ecto since before their birth.

There is a long, long minute of staring, before they rip themselves away and lunge at each other like wolves.

The bat family are horrified by their brutally efficient youngest suddenly barreling towards a clone (?) and trying to claw his throat open with his bare hands while openly sobbing.

It ends with them wrapped around each other crying into the others shoulder as their minds finally meet again and relax from the painful stretch for the first time in years.

But nobody else has any idea what to do.

[anewp0tat0]

looks like I can draw again!!

Sebastian called him "orphan" for the rest of the week.

[coolnonsenseworld]

(it's a continuation of previous posts about the calendar)

For March Lance voted to do some tree hugging and grass touching in a constantly busy world of trying to pass exams and earn money and they had a picnic for an entire day. Keith wholeheartedly agreed, but also felt like it’s way too cheesy. Still, Lance didn’t even have to win him over with sushi. Sushi was just a nice surprise. When Lance reports back to Hunk how his Saturday went using the phrase "dancing underneath the moonlight", Hunk opts out of the details. Lance tries to explain it’s not an euphemism, but Hunk just politely reminds him he can keep speaking just. No. Details. (he does that a lot when Lance starts gushing about Keith)

[occudo]

Hi!!!!!! I love your AUs, I just binge read them!!!!!!! I love how you draw Georgie, Melanie and Gerry in particular!

I wanted to ask, in the Magus AU, what happened to Mary? And Eric? Did something similar to the Gertrude Still Lives AU happen?

Also all the details in their clothes (in the Magus AU) are stunning! Is there a particular reason why Gerry's outfits are always This Is A Titties Out kind of outfit?

Unfortunately, this AU is more like the canon than GiSA with the Keay family, except Mary wasn't a proper witch- no titles, no school, -just her trying (and failing) with magic. So no Eric in this one :/

I just think it fits this AU more.

For your outfit question: Does the Sun need a particular reason to shine?

It's also a power move, showing off his eye tattoos.

[spacebubblehomebase]

Helllo i Love your art more than i love donuts and thats ALLOT.but my boy lucifer can have babys,like i dont even know how that works!make it make sense! I just wanna say thank you again for curing are boredom👍🏻

You are SO right that is high praise indeed! I'm honored! =D So here. Have a donut! 🍩🍩🍩 As for Luci, let us turn to the world's favorite 700k+ words old man fanfiction that is The Bible (tm) as according to their lore, it's been canonically stated that angels are genderless for they are beings made of the Pure Holy Spirit and- Holy SHIT! What do you know??? Our dear depressed duck dad was an angel himself and in some depictions Lilith is infertile as was her punishment for her freedom! The more you know! -Bubbly💙

(LMAO. My guy's been traumatized. Once is enough XD)

[bruciemilf]

Kinda really want an AU where Krypton survived and Clark still came to Earth, and the Justice League is established.

Naturally, everyone wants a smiling, helpful, God Made Man on their team. But it's safe to say Batman isn't everyone. Not when he knows sunshine both burns and heals.

Regardless, he can't deny Clark is a huge help (literally. The guy always has to slightly bend down when talking to him, and that beard frames a starshine smile too well, and why is he smiling around Bruce for? No one's happy around Batman)

"Thank you for your help. But we're not looking to expand the team at this time, --"

Surprise is clear and concise on those baby blue eyes. It makes Bruce bite the inside of his cheek. " Team? Oh no no, I'm trying to court you! Do they not have mating rituals on earth?"

Bruce does the mature thing and vanishes with a smoke bomb. Only slighting tripping over his cape.

[meiiioo]

Roommate!Re4 leon def loves mating press

[marune2]

Mate Faust out tack the full version of the picture

[misstycloud]

Bear hybrid

Synopsis: you were on your way to work, when suddenly a bear-hybrid sees you. The look in his eyes says everything you need to know. Not wanting to spend the rest of your life as someone’s possession, you bolt. Too bad he won’t let you get away a second time.

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Ugh, another long day ahead of me.

You thought tiredly. The long shifts at the diner you worked at really took its toll on you. If you could, you’d quit. But free time wasn’t worth getting starved.

You sighed and stared down at the gum stuck on a trash can. There was a hint of pale pink on it, signaling the colour it was.

Gum sticking to practically every surface in the subway station wasn’t the only defects. There were plastic cups, cigarettes, paper towels and a lot more unidentified items scattered freely.

Frankly, it was disgusting. If the government spent less on hybrid establishment improvement and more on the condition of public spaces, the maybe it wouldn’t look like shit everywhere.

You felt like a shitty person for thinking such things, hybrids have endured thousands of things in the past and now with modern development, they can finally lead satisfactory lives.

However, the government have begun to focus all their attention to the welfare of hybrids and neglecting humans in the process. It wasn’t their fault, you knew that. Still, one couldn’t help what they felt.

It’s not like you disliked hybrids, yet you did not love them either. You were neutral in that department. There were still humans with the old views, but they weren’t as many anymore or they simply didn’t run around telling people since it wouldn’t be very well received. The biggest problem and maybe the only problem you had with hybrids were their mating culture.

Clearly, no one in the relationship had a choice(not that they complained) and suddenly you’re supposed to be together until you die.

And now that they’re allowed to mate with humans legally, there is little that can stop them from forcing their human partner from submitting to their will; living and accept them as a lifelong partner.

It was wrong to force someone into a relationship they clearly express they didn’t want, unfortunately the animal-hybrids did not care for unwanted courting and do what they want anyway.

You shuddered at the thought of being mates to one of those creatures. It must be hell. Especially if you already have a partner previous to meeting them.

The train arrived and you made an annoyed face at how crowded it was. What felt like hundreds of people were squeezed into one cart, rubbing against each other and breathing as one being, making it incredibly warm inside.

You grabbed a pole with your right hand, trying to steady yourself and also liking to have something solid ground you. You’ve seen way to many consequences of people not holding on to anything while standing.

It was uncomfortable. Arms and elbows poked you from all sides, and two teenagers were talking way beyond the proper volume in such a cramped space. You couldn’t wait to get off.

Suddenly, commotion stole your attention elsewhere. Sounds of irritated folk earned everyone’s stares. You heard men and women alike, complaining about movement and pushing.

“Hey, stop pushing me!”

“Don’t look at me, it’s someone else!”

“Alright, who is then?”

Angry remarks were thrown. Not that you could blame them. The uncomfortable ride paired with lack of oxygen were not suited for enjoyable time.

An apologetic voice exclaimed, “Sorry! I need to get through, it’s important. Sorry, didn’t mean to step on your toes!”

Eyes widening and mouth nearly falling wide open, you turn to see the biggest man you’ve ever seen! His form was easily towering above all others, making you think that he was part of the reason why the train cart was so crowded.

The ginormous man had dark brown hair reaching his broad shoulders, the locks were messy and thick, slightly falling in front of his eyes.

What stood out the most however wasn’t his unnatural size. It was the pair of two brown, rounded ears atop his head.

It instantly hit you. The inhuman height was because he wasn’t human at all. He was a hybrid. A bear one at that! One of the most dangerous hybrids there is. While they might not attack unless provoked or caught off guard, meeting one is definitely something most would avoid.

Your heart nearly beat out of your chest when the bear-man’s eyes connected with yours. They were an odd amber colour, you noticed.

Fuck! You shouldn’t have looked his way.

And like the dumbass wannabe-dead, something in your brain forces your gaze back up and you freeze. The look on his face when he sees you. The look. It was the look.

Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

This could not be happening. It was obvious what was happening. You’d heard about it. On TV. From friends. Seen it in real life. There was no way you could be someone’s mate. Not when you’d spent so many nights praying it wasn’t your fate, since you didn’t want to end up like those humans you’ve heard about.

Well now you knew why he was causing a disturbance on the train. It was to get to you. A hybrid can easily smell its mate hundreds of meters away. He must have smelt you the second you got on that train and gone searching for you.

A squeak escaped your lips as you saw him waving at you while attempting to close the distance. Of course it did not go fast because of all the people between you.

No. You refused to be chained down to some animal. You had to get out. And as if someone above heard you, you heard the train voice speak, “Station X.”

That was your station.

The hybrid seemed to have noticed someone was off, he observed your face before glancing at the approaching platform. Then it clicked in his head.

“No, wait!”

Too late. You were already bolting out the doors, listening to angry comments after you. You only had time to rush a hasted ‘sorry’ before making it on the platform. The man did not have the same luck.

“Don’t go! Please! Don’t leave! No. ”

He desperately tried to shove passed all the passengers to get to the doors, but there was no time left and the doors closed shut before he managed to reach within one meter of them. The wheels of the train were rolling the connected vehicles away.

You had no interest to stay and watch, though. You still had a job to go to and you couldn’t afford to be late, or else your boss would scold you fiercely again.

Half running and half jogging, you hurried to the diner while in deep thought. Had you lost him? Maybe, but probably not forever. As hybrid will stop at nothing to find their mate once they’ve entered their sights. Fuck. My. Life. The next station the train would stop at was a bit away, so perhaps you were lucky this time? If you were careful from now on and don’t go out as much, then you could possibly avoid being found. Also, your work place was somewhat far from the subway.

If you saved up a bit, then you could also by a scent masking spray to hide yourself further. Although it was risky to do that. Because hybrids need a fair chance of finding their mate, masking spray became forbidden after people started using it. So now the only place you can buy it is from shady markets or people who may or may not want to steal your kidneys. Besides all that, it was very costly too.

You dragged a hand through your hair and heaved a deep sigh. What were you going to do?

“Y/N stop daydreamin’ an get back ta work!” Your bosses yelled and slapped you on the back.

Massaging your shoulder you answered, “Sorry boss…”

The diner wasn’t too busy so you had no idea of why he tried to rush you. Sure, there were some customers here and there filling the tables, but you weren’t so understaffed that youd have to srint around like a maniac trying to get everyone’s orders.

Approaching a table with customers, you put on you employe smile, “Hello, what can I get for you today?”

The man looked at the menu an extra time to finalise his decision, “I’ll have the chicken pasta with sundries tomatoes and red wine, can we also order some garlic bread?”

“Yes,” you wrote down the dishes on your small notepad, “and you, ma’am?”

No answer.

“Ma’am?”

But she wasn’t paying any attention to you. It was as if you didn’t even exist, looking passed you like air with wide eyes. Finding this weird you turned back to her husband. Feeling your gaze he chuckled awkwardly.

“Honey? Aren’t you going to order?” She still didn’t respond which forced her husband to see whatever she was focusing so intently on.

It was then you realised they weren’t the only ones acting unusual. In fact, everyone inside the establishment had their eyes turned in the same direction. You swing around to witness the horror.

There, in the resturant entrance stood he. His form creating the illusion of the door being as insignificant as an ant. With heavy breath and droplets of sweat collecting on his forehead, you frantically whirling around until he noticed you.

Dropping your notepad and hand clasping over your mouth, you thought fuck, so I didn’t get rid of him?

Okay, even though it was kinda delusional to believe you could shake him off, you were surpsised he found you so fast. The hybrid wiped his eye and it was then you noted the redness surrounding them, an obvious sign of crying.

He stumbled forward, “There you are, I was so worried I wouldn’t be able to find you!”

Suddenly you were the centre of attention.

“W-what….?” Backing, you feigned ignorance.

“You saw me on the train earlier, I tried to stop you getting off but you took off without warning…” he hung his head in despair.

Yeah, guess why?

“You should leave..”

“Huh? No, I can’t g-“ the hybrid rushed.

“What’s goin’ on ‘ere?” The voice of your boss interrupted. With a deep scowl he paraded into the scene and crossed his arms in a defensive stance as soon as he laid eyes in the bear-man. “W-whatddya you want?” His gruff voice sounded unusually weak. “If there’s any trouble I’ll ‘ave ta call the cops, ya got me?” He said despite appearing like a newborn deer.

A bewildered expression crossed the tall man’s face, “No I’m not here to cause anything! I’m here for someone!” He explained while waving his arms. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect, the humans in the diner cowered lightly at the gesture and he instantly stopped. “Sorry…”

Your boss cleared his throat, “Alright. Who ya ‘ere for?” He’d make that person go with the scary man to make him leave as soon as possible. Not that he’d admit it, but he never liked those hybrid people. They just seemed unreliable it all. Nothing to be trusted. With their animal intincts present and sharp teeth, he couldn’t allow them to be in his resturant. He hadn’t the curious he to blatantly kick them out but he could at least give them what they wanted to make them lose interest as fast as possible.

The bear’s gaze searched yours and your boss put two and two together. “Oi, Y/N, come ‘ere. Someone’s looking for ya!” The man pulled your collar to drag you forward, earning a small frown from the hybrid but it vanished just as quickly.

You refused to look at him, keeping your attention to the floor and praying for him to go away. A rough hand carressed your cheek and you flinched and after hestitation it pulled away.

“Won’t mate look at me..?” A saddened voice said.

A twinge of guilt started brewing in your mind but you pushed it down. “I see this is new to you-being human and all, haha.” He tried to liven up the atmosphere. “Umm…you know what this is, though? Me seeing you and then following you here must be creepy, haha- but it’s not I promise! I just want to love you. Because we’re,” he giggled, “mates!” He happily sighed. “And you know what that is, right? If you don’t it’s fine, I’ll tell you. Being mates is loving someone no matter what, be it looks or personality nothing is important. Mates take care of each other, providing for your mate and making them happy is the best feeling in the world! There doesn’t exist anything that can compare!- not that I know that personally or anything since I haven’t had a mate before but I’ve heard from all my friends who have mates. Oh, I’m so jealous of them whenever I see them together with their mates doing fun things. Though it doesn’t really matter what you’re doing as long as it’s with your ma-“

“Please stop!” You yell, several customers flinch at your tone, not that you cared anymore. Having to listen to his constant talk about being mates had brought you over your boiling point. The man silenced at your exclamation. “Sorry, but I don’t give a shit about all this mate stuff or whatever- it doesn’t mean anything to me so please leave! I’m sorry that this isn’t what you want to hear but I have no interest in being your mate, not now, not ever.” You pointed at the door. “So go.”

The hybrid was stunned and stood quiet, appearing hurt. Then your boss promptly spoke, “Y/N, you showing speak to someone like that! Especially someone who loves you so much!”

“Huh?” What the hell was he going on about? He never cared for hybrids, certainly not their feelings. You’ve heard all those thing he said about them when he thought no one was listening.

“Clark.” The hybrid said and lowered his head.

“What?”

“My name- I apologise. I shouldn’t have barged in here expecting you to be chill about everything, I’m a fool. I’m just a stranger to you. The least I could do is tell you my name.” The apology sounded so sincere.

“No, it’s uh- fine..” you scratched your arm anxiously. Luckily he seems pretty nice and not someone who would just take their mate and go; it’s happened before. Perhaps you’ve got a chance?

“Oh come on Y/N! Give the poor fella a chance!”

You crash into the giant’s chest from the shove.

“He clearly loves you!

What the hell was he going on about?

Strange that the man was encouraging your reunion, you thought.

“Actually, since I’m so nice, why don’ I do ya a favour and let ya go? Someone like ya shouldn’t have to work in a place like this. This’a happy day!” Then he pointed at the beak room, “Get ya stuff and celebrate.”

“Excuse me-wha- let me go? As in I’m fired?” Your brain tried to comprehend what just happened and words fell out in unfinished sentences. Despite yourself, you fixed your eyes at Clark.

“Don’ worry he’ll be ‘ere when ya get back!” The rough man shooed you towards the break room.

Having no choice but to comply, you do as he wishes and abandons the scene, which might’ve been the best thing really, the continued staring of the present customers was starting to make you uncomfortable.

Glaring at your locker like it was the cause of your I’ll mood, you harshly ripped your jacket off the hook and stuffed some scattered items back in your bag. You could not believe it. Fired? You? You have been nothing but a good employee at the diner, even taking all the shit from the boss and not complaining once.

Through the small window in the door, you spot the cause of your troubles thoughts walking by. Angrily you grab his arm and pull him inside the room, a surprised noise leaving him.

“What the hell, why am I being laid off? I haven’t done anything.”

He expressed a long breath. “Sorry, but I can’t ‘ave some brute hangin ‘round here ‘cause of you, customer don’t like it and I won’t sacrifice my business for someone like you. Surely you understand.”

“He won’t hang around the diner, we’re not together! Besides, it not my fault!” You pleaded with him. You needed this job. Without it you’d definitely die in the end.

“Well, we both know he won’t leave so don’ make this any harder than it already is.” He said before leaving to do whatever shit he did instead of being a good manager.

Bullshit. It wasn’t hard at all. In fact, you bet he loved an recuse to get rid of you. He never liked you from the very beginning.

With despair, you left through the back door and as you listened to it close, you did not react to the loud bam of the heavy metal slam. Recalling at how you flinched the first time you went out the back, you clench your fist. How’re you gonna make it now? You doubted you had much savings in the bank.

Making your way to the station, blew passed you that there was still a bear waiting for you so he could properly introduce himself. He was in his own mind so much that he didn’t realise you’d already left until it was too late.

Good that he was born with a great sense of smell. How stupid of him not to consider your perspective in the beginning! Not to worry, he’ll make sure he doesn’t scare you off the next time. His species didn’t have the best reputation so he understood why you acted the way you did; it still hurt though.

The next time he’d just need to show you he wasn’t dangerous at all.

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Sorry the ending sucked and was rushed. I wasn’t really sure how I wanted to end it so it turned into this.

[purpleyoonn]

haze || petrichor

A PETRICHOR SHORT

In which you go through the haze of your inevitable first heat with your mates. Pleasure and passion fight to take your senses as you let your mates take care of you and your desires.

Takes place after chapter 19 of Petrichor.

events not in order. just a collection of hazy memories from her heat.

tags: pure smut with a lil fluff, feral jin, cum smearing, cunnilingus, knotting, some mmf action, polyamorous relations, sub jungkook, dom yoongi, pussy eating, breast play, overstimulation, mc engulfed in pleasure, mentions of cock sucking,

completely unedited/unbeta'd

enjoy :)

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You're not sure where you begin and where your mates end. You've never felt this type of heat before and it only seems to become quenched when you're with them, connected by the forces of the mate bond you'd only just fulfilled.

"Baby..." You vaguely hear Jimin's breathy moans as he takes you from behind, his lips creating constellations on your back as he tries to bring you both to your ends. Body alight with sensations even your naughtiest dreams couldn't conjure, you can't help but clench with every thrust, wanting your alpha to knot you. Wanted his knot.

His hand slipped from your waist, over your hips, giving a quick squeeze to them before moving under to your clit, needing you to come together.

"Alpha" You whine out, hands shaking as you try to hold yourself up on the bed, fingers curling into the fabric of the blankets below, smelling the alluring combination of your mates as you try to take deep breaths.

"That's it my loves," Hobi encourages from your side, his hand now rubbing circles into your side as he helps steady you so you don't fall. "Let your Alpha take care of you, 'mega." His hand moved from your side to your breast, groping as he moved to lay under neath you, his mouth taking your other breast in as he lapped at your nipple.

You let out a small whimper at the feeling of Jimin's knot swelling, the pleasure making your toes curl and back arch towards your mate. You began to push back, needing to feel your mate closer to you, only for him to hold your hips tight, squeezing again as he pushed your head down into the pillow, taking control.

Hobi only moaned at being squished underneath you, your breast still in his mouth as he continued to assault your chest.

Jimin's alpha took over as he sped up the pace, his fingers working to bring you to release just as his knot locked into place.

-*-*-

"Please, please, please" You chant through your haze, body jolting with each and every thrust of your mate. You gripped your arms around his neck, holding him close in an attempt to not pass out from pleasure. Despite your lucidity, you were completely unable to move. Not that you wanted to.

"That's right, love. Make her come once more. Make our omega come and I'll let you come in her." Yoongi's voice rasped in his own ears, his body laying against Jungkook's as he pounds into his tight hole. His eyes locked with your own as he moved.

Jungkook moved his head, placing a trail of kisses down your neck and to your chest, his lips moving until they were wrapped around your nipple, sucking.

"Alpha" you moaned, breathless from the assault on your senses. You couldn't look away from your alpha, not even as his eyes closed and his pace slowed, harsher thrusts replacing the quick, feeling his knot begin to swell.

You can't tell whose hand touches where, but soon enough your lost in light as your orgasm hits, the feeling of being filled your only anchor to earth.

Despite both of their knots locked in, Jungkook doesn't stop moving, tugging on Yoongi's knot and making little gasps leave your lips as he continues to pump into you, small thrusts to help keep his cum inside you. To feel you clench around him. To make those sweet tears of overstimulation fall down your beautiful cheeks.

"That's enough, pup." Yoongi pulls at his hair, causing a hiss to leave his lips.

-*-*-

His lips are suckling at your scent gland, pink haze glazed over your eyes as you try to hold onto your sanity. You could feel his knot tugging at you as you attempt to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Ah ah, little one." Jin pulls back, eyes dark as he looks down at you, his marks littered around your neck and chest, a way to make sure everyone knew you were his. He could practically feel his knot swelling again, but he fought the urge to pump into you again.

His thumb brushing against your cheek, a tear following his trail as he moves again, this time, feeling the swelling of his knot going down finally.

"Jinnie.." You whimper, feeling him pull out and the emptiness form before settles in. You liked feeling full, feeling connected with them. It settles something deep within you and you didn't quite know how to feel.

"Now, little one, let alpha finish what he was doing." He tutted, lips smacking as he sent another dark look your way. You knew by now his alpha was present and you could already feel yourself getting hot again.

Jin and his alpha brought out something in you, something primal that loved to be marked and claimed and devoured until only the feeling of him was left.

You tensed up and bucked away from the feeling of his finger at your core, too sensitive to continue despite your thoughts wanting otherwise. A small slap to your inner thigh had you freezing, not knowing what your alpha was doing.

"Just relax baby, gonna scent you." His words settled into your skin, your eyes closing as you tried to relax, listening to the sound of him humming as he continued to press his fingers into your core.

The next thing you knew he was rubbing something onto your stomach and sides, his fingers warm as he massaged whatever it was into your skin.

You open your eyes, curious, only to see him going back to your core and scooping out the mixture of your cum and bringing it to your chest, his hands cupping your breasts and rubbing his cum in circles.

"That's it, little mate, gonna smell like me for weeks."

-*-*-

Taehyung felt ravenous, like nothing was going to sate the hunger he had inside of him but you. His hands wrapped around your hips and laid against your stomach, holding you to the bed as he licked up your slit, gathering up your slick.

He loved the taste of you, sweet honey and almond.

Hu hummed in approval only making you squirm even more against his tongue. Taehyung knew that you loved the feeling of them humming, loved the vibrations it sent up your core.

Another wave of slick had him lapping at your cunt, moving in as far as he could until your taste was all his brain could comprehend. He wanted the taste of you to consume him, mind, body, and soul.

You tugged at his scalp, fingers knotted in his curls as he brings you to another orgasm, nose nudging at your clit only adding to the stimulation.

He knew his face was a mess as he tried to drink from you, not wanting a single bit of your release to go to waste. Not when it could go to him.

He could hear you cry out, pleasure consuming you again as he only prolonged your orgasm, dragging it out to he could continue his feast.

-*-*-

"You need to eat more, baby. Please." You pouted as the piece of fruit touched your lips. You didn't want any more food.

"Omega." Namjoon scolded you as you ignored Jungkook, a jolt going through your body as you felt him twitch inside you.

"Omega, if you eat a couple more pieces, " Jimin looked directly at Jungkook, "I bet Jungkook will let you have him as Alpha gives you another knot." Jimin had a shit eating grin on his lips, wanting to fulfill his own selfish desire of seeing your lips around Jungkook's cock.

It seemed you wanted it too, your eyes glazing a little as you looked down to his hard cock, only inches away from your face as he tried to feed you.

"But you need to eat, 'mega." Jimin coos, taking the fruit from Jungkook's hand and moving it back to your mouth, watching as you open your lips and take the fruit between your teeth.

The sight of you eating the piece of fruit had a new meaning, Jungkook and Namjoon both becoming even more aroused knowing you wanted them again.

Jungkook couldn't wait to know how your lips felt around his cock.

[angelxd-3303]

Do you think that Bowser will make Luigi pregnant?

Ehhh, tbh I've never really been into mpreg. If you like it, no hate, it's just not my thing. If that's what your searching for, I'm afraid you've found the wrong blog, my friend 😅

Have a hamster instead!