#and your wolf looks so happy; oh they're beautiful

[ratstuckinamarble]

im gonna inflict you with the knowledge that, while doodling that diving griffin pic, i had Atemlos durch die Nacht (live in Munchen 2022) on repeat >:)

AND, the whole time the image in my head was something like this:

sorry Rat ^w^;

The gall! >:0

Well... Perhaps this Rat gave the version you mentioned a listen. And perhaps, it was not as bad as I remembered.

Maybe, just maybe, I was kinda grooving to that... But only in small amounts! I gotta keep this a very rare occasion as to not hate the song again XD

[whirlybirbs]

BEYOND THE VOID — !

1. THE BEGINNING OF THE END.

( MASTERPOST   |   AO3  |    SPOTIFY ) summary: torn from time yet again, it's thursday. six months pass. while you grapple with a newfound uncanny ability to premeditate, loki grapples with the fact he's slipping back into his old self without you. enter brad wolfe. now playing:  a whole lots gonna change by weyes blood word count: 3.3k pairing: loki / f!reader, established in from the void, with love tags: enemies to friends to lovers, soulmates, we-are-in-love-in-the-future but how did that even happen, angst & comfort, redemption arc, lots of time travel, loki season 2 (2020) spoilers a/n: finally, they return in "beyond the void". i can't thank everyone enough for the unending enthusiasm for this little project of mine. it's fitting to have the first chapter release with an eclipse. this is for all of you :) the beautiful gif for this chapter is from this set by @tomshiddles.

"Okay."

"Okay."

There's a long stretch of silence between Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster. 

In the liminal stretch of the apartment building's hall, there's little sound except the loud drone of some horribly, desperately sad song beyond the door of Unit 1131. The two women share a long look with one another, and then Darcy gestures urgently to the door.

"Go ahead," she nudges her colleague. 

"What?" Jane asks in a harsh whisper, "No, you knock." 

"You were the one that said we needed to do an intervention—" Darcy argues back in an equally low tone.

"Oh, so now this is on me?" Jane fires back, "She's our friend—"

"Our friend who has been babbling nonsense about things that have not happened and has been seriously obsessing with that Low-key dude—" Darcy rushes out, bringing her face closer to Jane's, "I don't even know what we're walking into here!"

Jane inhales. She pinches her brow. With a long rub of her face, she exhales. Then, she knocks.

She gives Darcy a 'happy?' look before stepping back and crossing her arms.

Almost immediately, the music stops. There's the sound of a shuffle. A meow. And then, the door opens only wide enough that one exhausted eye can peak through the chained gap.

"Heeeeeeeeeey, girl!" Darcy chides, waggling her hands in the air, "Surprise!"

On the other side of the door, your heart clenches. 

It feels a little bit like a cruel joke, y'know?

All that wishing, begging, clawing to go home and — well... you are. You're home. You've been home. For six months, you've been home in New York City. You're back in that little studio apartment, with Sigurd, with your research, with your doctorate. 

ALL I WANT  TO DO IS  GO HOME.

You try your best to give both Darcy and Jane a smile, but it comes out mangled and exhausted and not quite right. You've been crying. Sort of par for the course these days.

"Oh, uh... Hi guys."

Sigurd meows.

"You got a sec?" Jane asks, raising a folder in her hands, "We, uh... Erik gave us some new anomaly data to look over and we figured... you're the one for the job! Y'know? It's... kinda... your thing... have you been crying?"

Your eyes dart between them both. You wet your lips.

"No. Nooo, no. It's..." your mouth hangs open as you search for a reason, "...Allergies."

There's a beat of embarrassing silence, and then Darcy moves fast as lightning. She wriggles her arm through the gap and unlocks the chain — almost as if this is definitely something she's mastered before — before pushing her way through the doorway of your apartment. Jane follows close behind, and Sigard squawks as he scurries away from underfoot. 

The infiltration is almost immediately regretted because... woah. 

Like, big woah.

Darcy has seen crazy. Like, she has an Uncle on her Dad's side who is totally in on the whole "they're coming for our thoughts" thing and does not leave the house without at least six layers of Great Value tinfoil stuffed under his baseball cap. She knows crazy. She works for Erik Selvig. 

But this?

This is, like, soooooo above her pay grade. 

Jane's jaw is slack. The folder is immediately forgotten on the kitchen island in favor of the wall-to-wall documentation of... whatever the hell this was. 

LOKI MISSING? in the center of it all, with string and equations and runes and news articles and tabloid pages. There's an alarming amount of photos of the God in question pinned up beside ramblings on... Time? And... Quantum mechanics...? 

There's another loooooong stretch of silence. And then, Darcy and Jane both turn slowly to look at you pressed against the door.

You swallow.

Your face is set in horror.

"It's not what it looks like—"

"Uh, dude, it totally is what it looks like—" Darcy starts, stepping closer to the board and pointing a black, manicured finger at a paparazzi photo of Loki being carted off from the now-Avengers Tower, "What's with all the Loki paraphernalia?! Need I post a lil' throwback Thursday to when he tried to kill us all?"

IT'S THURSDAY AGAIN.

You wince. "You wouldn't understand—"

Then, it happens.

The same thing you've experienced dozens upon dozens of times these last six months happens again: A rush of chatter in your mind, a cacophony of whispers that claw at your thoughts and flood them with has-beens and will-be's. A million things all at once, a little bit of everything from all of time, and then— one thread. One thread that stands out against them all. 

"Jane, don't."

Across the room, Jane's fingers pause on the contact number for that pretty S.H.I.E.L.D. agent they've met once or twice now — the one who is managing the Asgardian anomaly cases. With Loki missing, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been desperate to track him down. If this is a lead... If you know where he is...

Jane's face freezes.

Her brows knit.

Your face is split in panic. "I know you think calling Agent Hill is the right thing to do, but—"

"...How did you know I was...?" Jane's voice falls off, her eyes searching your face.

Your voice splinters as you step forward. "If you call Agent Hill, she is going to section our entire division within the week. Thor will be exiled from Earth on conspiracy four days later. We will sit in a cell for five years until they decide we have nothing to do with Loki's disappearance from Asgard."

Darcy's eyes bounce between you and Jane.

"Why are you saying all that like you know it's going to happen?" Jane asks slowly, putting her phone down and closing the gap between you. "Doc, what's going on?"

Your eyes flicker with fear. 

And then exhaustion. The walls you've built to keep this away from the others crumble with one worried look from Darcy, and you crumple against the kitchen counter. 

Your voice is far away.

"It all started that Thursday."

You thought it would be better now that someone knows. 

Truth be told it might be more trouble than it's worth if not to soothe the burden of secrecy — because Darcy keeps treating you like a Magic 8 Ball that, when shaken, is going to spit out readings on the future. 

It isn't that easy. I mean, if it was, you would have definitely done everything in your power to avoid the commute traffic this morning. 

You don't know why it happens. Or how. You have a theory it has something to do with Alioth, but... without any sort of control, there's no way of knowing. All you know is that in those moments, you're presented with a weave of potential sequences. And in those moments, you can choose to act. Or not. 

So far, acting seems to be the best course of action. 

But, yea, no. No fortune-cookie-level stuff. No crystal ball, no tarot cards. Just... weird time-whispers. And a migraine that seems to never go away. And dreams. Really vivid dreams. Dreams that happen? And dreams that don't.

If it was a horoscope sort of thing, maybe you wouldn't have missed your morning bus after waiting in line at that coffee shop three blocks down. They always make your coffee a little too bitter, but the girl behind the counter is an NYU grad student you recognized from a mechanical engineering lecture you sat in on three months ago. You've got a soft spot for her. She's always nice to that guy in the baseball cap who seems unhoused. 

You hope it all works out for her in the end. 

But, Christ this coffee is bitter. 

You buzz into Stark Labs at 9:37 am, and you're setting your stuff down at R&D by 9:43 am. 

Bruce Banner looks up briefly from his work to slide you a welcoming smile. You return it gently as you settle down on your stool and reacclimate yourself to last week's work. 

Mondays, man.

Tony is, as always, later than anyone else. His entrance is followed by the usual boisterous chatter meant as a morale booster. More often than not it's a genius-level comedy routine built on absolutely torturing Dr. Banner. You opt, more often than not, to refuse to enable the bad behavior. 

Any laughter is buried deep into these readings from the Tesseract. 

And so this has been home for the last four months. 

Avengers Tower. R&D. Erik Selvig's Research Team. Theoretical Physics and Quantum Mechanics. Day in, day out.

No TVA, no TemPads, no Sylvie, no Mobius, no Capybaras. 

...No Loki.

But, plenty of whispers. 

It rocks you out of your focus, iced latte halfway to your lips as you're rooted in this little pocket of voices and threads and whisps of time. There's a thousand, then a hundred, then one. 

Your voice is soft.

"Bruce, try the equation again."

From across the room, Tony's voice dies down and Bruce's eyes rise to meet yours. He points to himself, with a questioning raise of the brows.

You nod, then continue to take a sip of your coffee.

And so Bruce does. Wordlessly. And, after a minute, he looks up with a grin.

"So it was right."

"Woulda never known if Iron Dick over here didn't shut up for one second."

Tony's grin is bigger than Bruce's as he meanders over to your lab table and throws an arm around your shoulder. He squeezes you gently. You avoid his eye contact — and in doing so, you miss the momentary grace of concern. 

(Tony has known you for a few months now. He knows you adequately enough to gauge that your triple-shot espresso should have been a sextuple. The bags beneath your eyes are dark. There's an edge there. Something jumpy. You're exhausted.)

"Now, that was mean."

"You're torturing him," you fire back lightly, non-the-wiser to his scrutiny. 

"It's called exposure therapy—" Tony croons, leaning back and thumbing through some of the notes on your desk. You allow it. 

Good. Still sharp. Still better than anyone else at what you do. 

"Exposure to workplace terrorism?" You rib back with one cocked brow, "No offense, Bruce, but I like you better not green. Okay, Tony?"

"None taken!" Dr. Banner calls lightly from across the room. He's working on the second part of that equation now. 

"Sure, sure, alright, Doc," Tony heads your words, raising both hands and stepping back, "I guess someone hates fun."

"Absolutely," you say blankly, chewing your straw; you point at him, "No laughter."

"None," Tony waggles a finger.

"Not a peep," you remark causally as you spin in your stool and snag your pen from the drawer behind you. 

"Any news on the other green guy we hate?" Bruce asks slowly, eyes bouncing between you and Stark. 

Your blood goes a little cold. Just like always. It's hard not to react — especially when that other green guy is all you think about day and night.

WHEN YOU LOSE HIM YOU WILL DO ANYTHING TO GET HIM BACK. 

You wordlessly shake your head. You shrug. Bruce turns to Stark. Tony is hunched over his bench. His words are a bit muffled by the soldering project he's turned his attention to. 

"None. According to Thor he just up and poofed. He was in the middle of atoning before the Buckingham of Asgard and... just warped on out."

So you've heard.

"Hill has been working every lead she can but... the Asgardians are a little touchy-feely on the whole 'earthlings in the domain of the Gods' thing."

"Understandable," you mutter absently.

Tony sits up. "Only time will tell."

...Indeed.

Home.

Unit 1131. 

Lonely.

It wasn't before all this... It was full to the brim with contentment. It was comfort, it was bliss. It was indulgent mornings slept beneath the covers and bright music in the kitchen. Cheap wine from the liquor shop on the corner and homemade meals. It was "I finally made it". 

Now, it's none of that.

Because he's out there — and you know that you don't belong here anymore.

You drop your bag by the door. 

Your boots follow in a trail. 

Sigurd mews expectantly, and you scoop him wordlessly into your arms as you weave through the chaos of papers and books. Your carpet is hidden beneath a layer of obsession masquerading as research.

But, there's one thing that pulls you back in each time.

It's that photo. 

The one Darcy had pointed at earlier.

Loki is being carted off from the now-Avengers Tower. He's looking back at something, and his expression is broken.

It's you.

You know he's pleading with Thor at that moment through a muzzle, desperate to call your name. He's looking at you, being whisked away by S.H.I.E.L.D. as they clear the area, and your voice is silenced by grief. 

You wish you had called out to him then — told him you'd find him again. 

Regret is a hell of a thing.

Grief, too. 

How do you mourn something you never really had? Not here, not in this timeline. 

So you stand there, in the dim lights of your apartment, staring at the photo. And you cry. Just like every night, for the last six months.

In your desk, that magical little daisy made of grass waits.

If they find Sylvie, they find you.

That's the mission.

Mobius M. Mobius thinks it's funny — back then, man if only he would have known that lil' hunch of his was right. Maybe a part of him did. And... Now? Things are different. I mean, everything is different. The TVA is different. 

Loki is different.

They say to be loved is to be changed an' all that. 

The first thing out of Loki's mouth was your name when Mobius finally saw him again — and then a word vomit of panic, induced by the death of He Who Remains and... time-slippage as OB called it. Lotsa moving parts. Lots to keep track of. But, ultimately, they're in a better spot than they were yesterday. 

1.) Loki is no longer falling through the metaphorical cracks in time. 

2.) Mobius did not get toasted alive when standing before The Loom.

3.) He never, ever, ever has to do that again.

And now!

They're in London. 

1977, huh. Zaniac. 

If they find Sylvie, they find you.

...Unless you find him first.

Loki isn't exactly thrilled. 

No, Loki knows better than to get his hopes up. Sylvie isn't here. He already told Mobius that. It's too safe. It's a damned movie premiere. There are no radiation burns, no falling stars, and no rampant gunfire. It's too quiet. 

It's a movie premiere and you're out there, somewhere, alone. You're... you're lost. He can't protect you here. He can't protect anything. You... You're all he has and you're gone. 

And he's here, wasting his damn time. 

Brad Wolfe is about to waste more of his time. 

Loki's gaze is sharp. His strides are long, and as they approach the fray, the God stands amongst the tallest of guests. He cuts a mean profile. It's times like these that Mobius remembers he is a God.

(It's times like these that Mobius can also see the ever-increasing edge in his partner-in-time. It's a little... worrisome. But understandable. I mean, rip a God's soulmate from his hands and see what happens, right?)

"So, he's an actor now?" Loki comments off-handedly, his irritation grating his heartstrings in a way that reminds him of who he was before all this. He hates it. But, he's angry. He will get you back. Without you...

Without you, he doesn't know what he'll do.

"Or he's undercover."

As they weave, Loki's brows knot in distrust. "Looks pretty real to me."

It smells like cigarettes and perfume, and the flashbulbs bite sharply into Loki's peripherals. The raven-haired trickster winces, tucking his hands into his slacks. 

On the red carpet, X-5 moves from interview to interview. Occasionally his laughter rises above the clamor. Each time, Loki's nostrils flare and he rolls his eyes. 

It's when he reaches the end of the line that Mobius moves in. 

"Will there be a Zaniac Two?" 

The look on Brad's face says enough for Mobius to know there's more going on here than just an undercover bit. Brad's laugh, as equally pained as his smile, just cements the fact. 

"Mobius! Woah!" A clap on the shoulder, a big hug. "I used to work with this guy!"

Still a show. Still a weasel trying to survive on his little slice of time. 

"We're going to need to catch up," he begins, backing up slowly, "You know, why don't we chat after the show?"

"How about now, maybe?" Mobius counters just as Brad turns on his heel and comes face to face with Loki. 

The God sneers.

"Woah. Okay, ha, whole gangs here!" he chirps, "Isn't that... great? Wow. I mean, you look — you look great, Loki."

"Why thank you, Brad."

Brad's eyes are manic, and he's searching the crowd quickly — no doubt looking for an exit. Then, they catch something. When Brad claps his hands together and pats them on both Loki and Mobius' shoulders, the two TVA agents pause.

"Everything alright?" Loki asks, head tilting in faux concern.

"Everything is great, actually, because when I was here," he begins, words quick and anxious as he tries to weave some sort of story, "I met a mutual friend!"

"Sylvie?" Mobius asks tightly.

"No, no, uh, better—"

Loki's jaw tightens. Enough of this. "We have some mutual friends back at the TVA who would like a word, as well—"

"Doc!" calls Brad after finally finding her in the sea of people, turning on his heel and calling out over his shoulder, "I got people I need you to meet!"

And just like that, it's like Loki's whole world splits wide open again.

In the fray of photographers and journalists, in the fray of drinks and the haze of smoke, there's you. You're smiling at Brad, positively beaming. You're bright as a star and Gods, there's no one in the room when you step forward with a laugh.

Your dress is green. Your hair is different.

There's a beauty mark on your left cheek. His version of you has a scar that lies there. A mistimed gift from Sylvie before their period on Lamentis. 

"Doc, these are some of my friends from work," Brad points, his hand falling along your waist in a way that makes Loki's blood boil; the ex-TVA Hunter leans close to your cheek, "They're the real deal."

You laugh into your drink, then extend your hand to Mobius. He's trying his best to hide his growing dread. "It's a pleasure."

Mobius takes it and shakes it gently. "And how do you have the pleasure of knowing our starlet, Brad?"

Damn it. He's losing Loki in real time here.

"Doc here did all the practical effects on set for Zaniac," Brad's eyes connect with Loki's — but the God is focused on only you... Her. Until Wolfe digs in with a low murmur meant to do just what it does, "She's a real wiz with her hands."

The God's face snaps. He will kill Brad, he decides. But, then this other-you moves to offer her hand and he can't help but melt. 

His fingers are trembling when he touches her skin. 

"Have we met before?" comes the soft lilt of her voice — this Variant's eyes are brown. They search Loki's face for a shred of recognition but all that's there between the two of them is raw attraction. A law of time and space unhindered by meddling hands. No matter where, no matter when, you will find one another.

Loki's mouth is dry. Your lipstick shade is a dark rogue. He thinks about that kiss back in the Void. He's stuck there, with your hand in his, when Brad bolts.

Her face contorts in confusion. She pulls away. But, Loki lingers. 

He has to... He...

He needs you back. 

Now. 

[silent-browser]

Consider, if you would, soft yan werewolf. Also darling and Yan are together in this one.

The person who never wants you, his darling, to see him when he's all wolfed out and not in control because he is worried about the wolf seeing you as prey.

So they're really careful about scheduling and keeping the moon phases in mind when ever he has something planned with you or if they want to stalk you for the night. The one thing they didn't account for was you showing up at their place unexpectedly to celebrate their birthday or an anniversary on the night of a full moon.

The wolfs first reaction to someone unknown to him entering his territory, his den no less, was aggression. How dare they walk here without his permission! How dare they disturb his slumber! How dare they enter- How dare- How... How adorable! He had never seen such a perfect being in his entire life! And they were here! In his den! And setting down food!!! Clearly this was fate. Oh but look at his nest. It was so messy and flat. No it had to be made perfect. It had to look pretty and comfy and inviting. Otherwise that beautiful creature might choose someone else's den to spend the night in.

He both growled and whimpered at the thought. No they had to stay here and be pampered by him. So he instantly got to work. Dragging over blankets and pillows. Padding the bottom of the nest with bath towels. Pushing and pulling pieces into place. Squashing down the center with his paws. And finally scent rolling all over and around the nest to hopefully entice them into staying longer and to let any unwanted intruders that this nest was his. He proudly sat back and admired this newly improved nest as the door opened quietly.

The noises of growling and shuffling in the other room weren't subtle at all. You were afraid because as far as you were aware your partner was visiting family out of town and he doesn't have a pet. So this was either some very strange burglar or some wild animal had some how gotten in, and as you take a peek inside the room you are inclined to believe the latter as sitting on the bed is the largest canine you had ever seen. You quickly covered your mouth to try and hide your panicked breathing as you slowly backed away from the door. Only for your elbow to bump against a lamp, causing said lamp to topple off of the side table and shatter in the ground.

This quickly alerted the wolf in the other room as it quickly turned around and shoved open the door to find the source of the sound. Which caused you to fall backwards in surprise. The wolf slowly prowled closer, carefully avoiding the broken lamp and started snuffling as it draws closer. You quickly push yourself away. When your back hits a wall dread and despair floods your viens, turning them ice cold. This is my death. You cover your face not wanting to witness the wolfs giant teeth reaching towards you when a cold, wet and squishy object suddenly pressed against your wrist. You take a moment to wait for the pain of teeth and eventual death but when that doesn't happen you peek past your arms and towards your wrist. The wolf, in all its terrifying stature and strength had layed down in front of you and pressed it's large nose to your skin. It gazed into your eyes for a moment before looking away and beginning to roll onto its-his back.

Lowering your arms in shock and surprise you watch this monster of a wolf slowly get back onto his belly and carefully crawl towards you, keening and and giving puppy eyes the entire time.

He needed you to like him. He had never needed anything more. He needed you to like him. Every show of submission he knew he did. Every act of cute he had ever scoffed at he performed unashamed. Please like him. Please please please. He became hopeful when he saw you begin to relax. He grew ecstatic when he could gently nudge and guide you towards the sleeping room. And he just about melted with happiness once you settled in the nest he made all on your own. His tail wagged wildly when he settled in beside you. He felt whole. He wanted this night to last forever, you in this nest and him beside you. Keeping you warm and safe forever.

I have more for this one but I can't find a way to smoothly transition into it...

[thebigoblin]

dumb & dumber

tags: Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Failwolf Derek Hale, Failhuman Stiles Stilinski, is that a tag? it should be actually, Implied Sexual Content, Possessive Derek Hale, Attempt at Humor, Failwolf Betas, they're all just dumb tbh

"You know, you're kind of the worst," he says this with a pout on his face, the television in front of him blinking back his own face at him. He sorta looks cute with a pout. Huh.

Beside him, the couch dips with the weight of his boyfriend. An arm snakes up along the back of the couch, and he moves forward before that arm and his shoulders can make contact. The huff he gets at his pettiness has him scoffing right back.

"You're being petty."

"And you're an asshole. What's new?"

Another huff. A sigh. He stares forward, resolute.

"Stiles, please." Nope. He is not giving in. He deserves to be upset! "Baby," and oh no.

Stiles turns towards his left, and sees the forlorn look on Derek's face. His eyes are searching Stiles', likely trying to impart how unhappy he is, and how much he wants Stiles' forgiveness.

Stiles might have turned around to actually have a conversation, but hey, he's still got the upper hand here. When Derek reaches out to hold his hand, Stiles takes his wayward limbs towards himself and crosses his arms. Derek isn't happy, his nostrils flaring, but hey, Stiles isn't happy, either.

"Why are you so angry at me?"

Stiles instantly points a finger at his dumb boyfriend, wagging it at that dumb gorgeous face to punctuate his point, "Oh ho ho, don't you play the dumb boyfriend card with me! I wish I could tell Lydia she's right and that all men, no matter the age, suck at being a good boyfriend. But welp! I can't, can I? Because even now, after months of us having been together, I cannot tell people I have a boyfriend! Nobody in the fucking pack knows who you are to me, and you know what Erica has been planning, huh? Huh?"

Derek blinks his dumb, gorgeous eyes at him. He has been staring at these eyes for counting on four months now, but he still can't pinpoint what colors they are. Are they blue? Green? Hazel with gold flecks in them?

Fuck. He is getting distracted. He once again wags his finger at Derek's face, who, this time around, wraps his big, rough arms around it and pulls Stiles forward until Stiles stumbles right onto Derek's lap, and really, why is the universe so unfair? Why is Derek in a barely there wife-beater and grey sweats?

"You know what I am to you, Stiles."

Stiles resolutely stares at Derek's chest. His hands are gripped tight in Derek's, but Derek lets one of his hands go free to grab at his chin, forcing him to look up at the eyes that reflect the early morning sun in a deep, beautiful forest.

"Baby, I am yours."

"But not to the world. To them, you're a single, hot, in much need of a date Alpha werewolf. You're not mine in their eyes, Der."

His heart doesn't waver at the truth, but his chemosignals must change because Derek leans down to rub their noses together, dragging his down to Stiles' neck, scenting him.

Claiming him, in a way.

"If Erica is planning a date for me, she's not competent as a wolf. I might not have told them we are dating, but you smelling much more like us should be a clue."

Stiles noses his way down from Derek's nose to his neck, bites at the junction between it and shoulders just to be a little shit. Derek arches under him, and it has Derek's dick, from under the damned grey sweats, rubbing a delicious friction against Stiles' ass.

"We smell good, huh, Alpha?" He could say more, but Derek is already panting like he cannot take it any more, and hey, that is lips on his own and he can't really speak now, can he?

Derek kisses him with passion, pushes him down back on the couch so he is on top of Stiles.

"Erica needs to learn how to use her fucking nose. You smell like mine," Derek's growl has Stiles instantly wanting to take off his clothes and present to him, down on all fours and ready to blackout in bliss for hours, but.

Stiles pushes at Derek's chest so there's space between them, and asks, a bit breathless, "Why haven't we just told them?"

"You're a fucking tease. I'm going to ruin you once this conversation is over, understand?"

Stiles stares back, wide-eyed, pupils evidently dark. Licks his lips. Nods.

Derek grabs his hair and wrenches him in for a deep kiss before letting go, putting space between them.

They don't speak for a few minutes, trying to get back to some semblance of control. Once they are, Derek speaks.

"I haven't told anyone... because I forgot."

If this weren't Derek, and he wasn't Stiles, he would have been offended. Because what the fuck? But he is Stiles, and this is Derek, so.

"You figured everyone would use their super-sniffers?" Derek nods. "Except you also forgot not everyone is a werewolf, and that even those with super-sniffers are idiots. They would first figure out how to stop a bus with failing brakes from crashing by jumping in front of it rather than using their wolf strength to well, pull the bus Superman style."

"Yes, I'm aware my pack is brave but stupid. Especially because their leader is here with me."

"Hey!"

"Then why didn't you tell them?"

Stiles opens his mouth. Closes it. Scratches his head, his hair. Eyes fixed on the TV again, he mumbles, "I thought you didn't want to."

Derek takes his hand and points it at himself with a raised eyebrow. "Me? The one who has been scenting you extensively and making you wear butt-plugs? Me?"

His cheeks color with embarrassment. "Alright! We are both idiots. Got it."

"Truly made for each other." Derek again uses Stiles' hand to pull him forward, right until Stiles stis on Derek's lap. Again. Except this time Derek is already working to make Stiles' jeans dissappear. "Now, tell me about this date Erica has planned for me while you warm my cock with your pretty hole, okay, baby?"

"Yes, Alpha." Oh, coming to the Loft in a fit of anger/sadness was the best course of action today.

And Stiles is definitely going to pilfer that fancy-pants restaurant Erica has reserved for Derek's blind date with one of her college friends for a date for them.

And then he's going to be fucking annoying about calling Derek his, just like he is sure Derek is going to be insufferable about making it clear that Stiles is his in return.

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Palestine: what can you do

were!Abby x witch!reader

Summary: Abby runs away from her (former) pack and into your forest. You're not happy with your new (woods?)mate.

Tags: fantasy au, sloppy worldbuilding (fuck it we ball), fem!reader, alpha!abby, witch!reader (so not an omega), sentient forest, stubborn idiots in love who annoy each other.

Notes: near-death experience, Caitvi being the cutest.

Taglist: @abbysbae @poxismind @sidefanficaccounttohidemyshame @pjmispunk @herdelreydear @lmaoo-spiderman (if you want me to tag/untag you for the whole series dm me please)

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Annoyance prickles you all the way home. You feel a little exhausted after having your shields around yourself for so long, and if it wasn't for the stupid wolf, you'd be fine. You can't shake your irritation: you even offered the wolf peace, and it still attacked you! You keep in mind that the wolf might not be lucid - like it was with the bear, and you had to bring it back to the human form while avoiding getting killed - but on the other hand, it moved away when you threatened it with magic. 

“Fucking weres.” You spit and trip on a root. “Ouch. What, you have a soft spot for them?” 

The woods don't answer and you huff. You're used to the forest’s weirdness and mood swings, but sometimes you don't understand them. Who would have thought you can have an argument with a forest? But you had, on multiple occasions, and it showed that the forest remarkably worse at communicating than an emotionally stunned man.

When you see your hut, you let your shields down and take a long, tired breath. The wolf destroyed your sense of safety in the woods, and it makes your blood boil from fury, but you take another breath and try to calm down.

After all these years your anger is still the hardest to control. You still shake with the desire to just hit something, but it is still better than the desire to choke someone until they go cold and stiff. But it's hard to let go of this irritation and you haven't found a way to let it out-

Oh. Actually, you know a way. 

You sigh and slump on your porch to take a small break and recharge. The shields around the hut are not powered by your flow of magic, rather than by the bunch of stones and threads underground that you have to charge from time to time, so at least this is not draining you right now.

Fucking werewolf. 

You look over the edge of your shields and get angry again at the wolf. Your anger springs you into action, and you go inside your hut to get your things together. You take the fish out and put it in the chest full of ice - you're not cooking dinner today, you have no patience for it. 

You put another bottle of special tincture and head out, eager to go somewhere where there's no crazy werewolves. You're grim and the woods feel it, and they're rightfully offended by your attitude, but you can't bring yourself to care right now. Your mood is not directed at them rather than at one furry monster, and you know the forest knows it too, so you don't bother with sorries or excuses: you are not going to lie about your feelings, and you're tired from bottling up your anger.

As if not feeling anger is a goddamn requirement to be a good person.

When you're out of the forest, the sun gets closer to the horizon, and the evening's lights are beautiful enough for you to forget your spite for a moment. 

Then you continue stomping your way down the path and past the village, until you reach the odd house. 

You knock, shifting from foot to foot, and wait for someone to open the door. It takes a moment, but then Vi opens the door and the suspicion on her face turns into surprise when she sees you. 

“Damn, what happened to you?” 

“Can you spar with me?” You ask impatiently and come inside when Vi lets you in. 

“Is it a bottle in your sac, witch?” The dwarf grins and you roll your eyes. “I'm always happy to kick your ass, don't worry.”

“Thanks.”

Vi leads you to the kitchen where Caitlyn is cooking something and you shiver when you feel her magic: elven magic comes from stars, so it always feels cold. It's unnerving and makes you feel deep loneliness, and you don't know how Caitlyn deals with it. Do all elves feel as lonely as her magic makes you feel? 

But then Vi leaves a quick kiss on Caitlyn’s cheek and you chuckle. Vi, as any other dwarf, works with fire and metal, she always runs hot or is covered in coal, so you guess she balances Caitlyn and keeps her warm. 

“Darling!” Caitlyn smiles and hugs you, sending another wave of shivers down your spine. “You came back earlier than I expected.”

“She is going through some shit.” Vi immediately tells on you and you throw her a nasty look. “Listen, I didn't come here and ask to spar instead of saying hello.”

You huff and sit down on a soft chair, unloading your sac on the table. Vi grabs the bottle right away, but Caitlyn gently takes it and places it on the shelf. 

“Did anything happen?” The elf asks carefully and you let out a depressed snort. Caitlyn pours tea for all of you while Vi grumbles that she wanted her booze, but she still takes a sip.

“Another fucking were.” You say, defeated.

“No fucking way.” Vi groans. She was the one who had to deal with the bear after you brought it back and let's just say, they both didn't enjoy the experience, cursing and cussing at each other nonstop.

“It chased me to the hut, tried to jump me at least five times, refused to change back into human form and took Sevika's den. And when I warned it that she will come back and kill it, it made me walk backwards until I was out of its territory, growling and snarling at me. Un-fucking-believable.” You sigh. “And I'm so anxious my magic became unstable. I almost boiled myself alive.”

Caitlyn's face is so full of sympathy and concern it's hard to look at, so you look at Vi instead. She looks puzzled and just as annoyed as you are. 

“Is it a bear? Again?” Vi asks and it's almost funny how she is still full of spite after the werebear. “Why do you always get the crazy ones?”

“They fucking sense my own crazy.” You grump. “It's a wolf. A giant one, I've never seen them this big.”

“Probably an alpha, then.” Caitlyn says. “It's strange. Wolves live in packs.”

“Well, this explains the aggression.” You try to joke, but you sound more anxious than before. “I fell into the river today because of it.”

Vi cackles and you want to punch her. 

“So I'm angry. This is why I want to spar.”

“I think it is not wise for you to spar with Vi when your magic is unstable. I much prefer my starlight healthy and happy.”

Vi is clearly embarrassed by being called starlight - as always - but Caitlyn's loving look stops her from complaining and you from teasing. Elves are infinite and their love is too big and encompassing for mortals, however long they can live (Vi has another 500 years ahead of her, you think), and it's too much sometimes. 

“Have you been meditating like I showed you before?”

You feel stupid. 

“No.” You sound embarrassed, as you should be, but again - your anger management is still work in progress. 

“Well then. Let us go to the garden and I will guide you through it. Then you can spar with Vi, if you still wish to.”

You nod and follow Caitlyn. 

It's dark when Abby wakes up, and she feels better. The food and sleep helped her recover, and now she can finally change into human form to treat the rest of her wounds. 

The problem is, she doesn't have any supplies, since you took all of the moon peppers. So she will have to find something that will help her before she returns to her human form. 

For a brief moment she considers talking to you, since you are too weak to be a threat, when she gets better, but then she remembers you standing next to her blood stains near the den and the consideration is forgotten. 

So Abby cautiously shows her nose out of her den and takes a long sniff. Thankfully there is no one around who can hurt her, so Abby gets to her feet and goes for her search. 

Her wolf nose is more sensitive and she can smell more plants and animals around her than when she is a human, and it takes her less time to get to a comfrey bush. It's not in bloom, but Abby can still use it on her injuries to help with some of them that still bleed. 

Abby takes a breath and turns into her human form. She stands on her fours, shaking and grunting as the new level of pain washes over her body, but it slowly subsides. Abby is breathing deeply through it until her head stops spinning and the shaking goes away. Then she is able to sit down and check herself. 

Abby slowly raises her shirt up and winces in pain. Her right side has three deep long scratches that have been closing but not fully, so her shirt is soaked in blood, but that is what comfrey can help with. Her left thigh and calf have seen better days, and the hole from the claws stings painfully when Abby tries to move. It might be infected already, and this thought terrifies Abby. She thinks about going into the village to see their healer, but she might give herself away, so she will have to deal with it herself. 

Abby slowly breaks a few stems and starts turning them into mush - it would have been easier if she actually had a mortar, but alas, she has to adapt to her current situation, so she just kneads the stems in her hands until it's as gooey as it could get. Then she applies it to her side and moans in pain. 

“Fuck.” Abby whispers, but the mush helps immediately: her werewolf healing is way faster than anyone's in the world and her wounds finally close for good. It doesn't mean it's healed fully, but at least Abby stopped losing blood and avoided infections. 

Abby smells her former packmates one second, and the next second she is back into her wolf form. They're surrounding her from every direction and Abby tries her best not to panic, but somewhere deep in herself she knows she is not going to make it this time. There are obviously more wolves than before, hell, did Isaac bring the whole pack just to end her?

Abby hears growling from behind and turns around to face her threat, but the blow comes from the side, and Abby falls. She expects them to immediately go for her throat, but the wolves step away, clearly waiting for her to get up. 

Oh, so this is going to be a whole humiliation party, Abby thinks, but stands up anyway. They want to make an example of her - well, she is not going to let it happen. If Abby is going down, someone will go down with her. 

Abby narrows her eyes and tries to pick up Isaac’s scent and attack him, but he is nowhere to be found. Abby then moves to her closest target and attacks the wolf, going straight for their neck - it's a weaker one and Abby is sure she is going to kill it, but they're quick and Abby misses, falls on her feet again.

Someone jumps on top of her and bites into her shoulder, but Abby throws them off and leaves a nasty bite on their stomach - even if they escape, they will die on their way home. That brings her some satisfaction, but it's short-lived: another wolf jumps and bites her scruff. It hurts, but Abby throws them off again.

Then they're relentless: she throws off one wolf and another attacks her. Abby is getting exhausted and it's hard to get up now, but she still does. Her hind legs are shaking and her just closed wounds are open, but she snarls at her previous packmates, not giving up. 

Abby is happy she doesn't pick up Manny's scent among them. 

Suddenly wolves stop and step away, and Abby smells Isaac. Fucking coward waited until his wolves tired Abby out so he would stand a chance against her. He'd never win in an alpha on alpha fight, and everyone knows it. It makes him look pathetic and Abby knows wolves can smell her contempt and feel how Isaac's presence triggers her alpha’s pheromones. Some wolves whine, scared of her even when Abby is so weak she takes two tries to stand up, and Abby's smells like boasting. 

Isaac growls and shows off his own pheromones, but Abby overpowers him by a mile, which in return pisses him off and he lunges at Abby. 

They clash and Abby puts all her strength into most fatal attacks, clawing at his most vulnerable spots, but Isaac gets away from her.

Abby is panting and shaking, she is getting dizzy as her body starts to give up, and Isaac feels it. He lunges again with more force and keeps biting and clawing, waiting for Abby to slip up. 

And Abby slips up. 

Fangs sink into her throat and Abby whines as a piece of meat gets ripped out of her. She can't breathe, she is choking on her own blood as everything starts to fade away. 

Her former pack leaves only when all of them are sure Abby is dead and her heartbeat can't be heard and her scent can't be smelled. 

Isaac huffs in triumph at Abby's lifeless body and leads his pack out of the woods.

“So, do you still wish to spar with Vi?” Caitlyn asks after you finished your meditation. It's not the most comfortable experience and you'd really like to have some hot tea now, but you feel calmer and the flow of magic in your body is more stable. 

“No. Thank you, Caitlyn.”

The elf smiles gently and leads you back to the kitchen where Vi is already sipping your tincture. 

“You can't be left alone, can you?” Caitlyn sighs lovingly and Vi grins. 

“Try it. It's great. Not to your posh elven standards, your majesty, but you will like it anyway.”

Caitlyn huffs, embarrassed, and lightly slaps Vi's bicep. She just chuckles, catches her hand and leaves a gentle kiss on her palm. 

“You're adorable.” You coo and Caitlyn smiles at you. “I think I'll be going now. The forest wasn't happy with me.”

“Just like that?” Vi complains. “Next time bring two bottles.”

You laugh and leave after saying your goodbyes to the odd couple. 

It's dark outside now, and you come back to the forest with a lighter heart than before. The forest is silent, but you don't feel any anger towards yourself, so you're a little puzzled. 

And then your path suddenly makes a wrong turn. You don't question it and just follow wherever the forest leads you: it happens from time to time and you're always happy to help, especially now, when you're in such a good mood. You get suspicious when you recognise the path leading to Sevika’s den, but then it takes a different turn and you calm down. This is the way to comfrey and you walk confidently since it's familiar.

You reach the bushes and then you see blood on the ground. Oh, this is not good.

You follow the blood and you see the big shadow of the wolf on the ground. You flinch, scared it will attack you again, but it doesn't make a sound and it doesn't move. You come closer and now you can see it’s covered in blood and its back doesn't rise like it's supposed to if it was breathing.

“Fuck." You whisper. "Hey!” You call, but the wolf doesn't react. 

You make a few steps closer and then you run to the wolf when you exactly how much blood is there. There's a giant hole where its throat is supposed to be and you feel the cold dread crawl on your back. 

“Fuck. Fuck! What do you want me to do?” You ask the forest angrily. “I'm not powerful enough, I can't do shit!” You're on the verge of tears: yes, the wolf is annoying and scary, but it doesn't deserve to die! 

The woods respond with a gentle warm breeze and you take a deep breath as your fingers grip wolf's fur. Okay. Okay, there is an option which you're afraid to use, but it will work. Well, if the forest agrees, of course.

“Give me one of your trees and I'll be able to save the wolf.” You say quietly, knowing you have no right to ask for it, knowing the woods have no reason to trust you or believe you won't become dangerous again, but it is literally the only way. 

You're also afraid and you don't trust yourself, but the wolf is dead and you can save it. You can bring it back to life. You have no idea what happened to the wolf, but it simply doesn't deserve to die. 

You sigh and go around the wolf to the tree behind it. Your hands are shaking but you firmly put them on the bark and gasp: you feel the life energy flow in it, the forest will let you do this. It's so much your breath hitches but you calm yourself and begin to drain the tree.

You hear the rusting of the leaves as they turn into ash and your body gets filled with the life force of the tree. It's exhilarating and you can't help your surprised giggle when you feel your magic grow. Fuck, it's been so long since you felt so powerful and you feel alive.

The half of the tree is gone and you now notice that your hands are glowing. But it's not your hands that are glowing, these are your tattoos and runes. It makes you flinch in terror as memories flow through your head, but you keep going and try not to pay attention to every line and letter and patch that glows through your clothes. You haven't seen them in years and you'd much prefer not to see them ever again, but alas, the power comes with consequences. 

Everything now is covered in ash and you feel like you're going to burst from this amount of life energy in your body, so you quickly come back to the wolf and hold its head between your hands, and then you start pouring the energy into its lifeless body. Your tattoos stop glowing so violently as time passes and you see how the wolf's throat grows back and gets covered in fur. The wolf finally exhales loudly and inhales again, and you feel its heart restart. 

You sigh, relieved, and sit down, still holding the wolf's head and putting more energy into it, but now you're calm: the wolf breathes and gets warmer with every second. 

You murmur a spell that will let you continue giving the energy to the wolf and then you cast another one that makes the wolf float and follow you to the hut. 

You notice the blood on your hands and take a shaky breath as an ancient temptation gets the hold of you: you can put this wolf in debt, you can make it leave you alone (which is a not a fair price, but you have priorities), you can do whatever you want since you have its blood. 

You swallow sickly and shake your head to calm down. 

When you get to your hut you're not sure where to place the wolf: it will take a night and a day to finish healing, but the moment the wolf wakes up it will try to kill you, so you need to do something. It's not your greatest idea, but you really have no other option except to leave it outside and risk the wolf running away and breaking the bond. So you go to your stillroom, put all the protective spells you know on everything so the wolf won't trash the place, and summon some furs so the wolf won't be lying on the cold floor. You stand there for a second and cast restraints on the wolf - again, stupid idea, but it's for your own safety. Tomorrow, when the wolf wakes up you'll explain everything and release it, of course, but if you want a chance on said explain, the wolf should be restrained. 

When you go to bed you become aware of just how much energy will stay in your body after this, and it makes your heart sink. 

You only hope it won't drive you mad.

[ottosuricatoblog]

"Love."

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Author: hola! I'm very happy I'm getting requests and you guys like what I write. I'm using this one to kind of complete my little series "Fucked". Thank you so much for being there!!💖

Prior parts to this here

Request: Ugh, I absolutely loved your fics. If it’s not too much trouble, could you write something with prompts 24 and 26?

24. [character] slightly tilting your chin to make you look up at them when you lower your gaze out of shyness.

26. “you look pretty when you blush. Do it more often.”

A few weeks later, Y/N got the news from his father. She was moving to Kings Landing with him. That also meant moving to the place where Sandor had to be, so it made things a lot easier. She couldn't wait to tell him.

That night, when she hears the knock on her door, she practically runs to open it. Once Sandor is inside, she jumps into his arms, kissing all around his face.

"What is going on?" He asks, laughing. "What's all that for?"

"I'm moving to Kings Landing!" She exclaims. "My father agreed to be the Hand of the King, and he's taking us with him."

His eyebrows raise in surprise. "Really?" He says, still in shock. He wouldn't have to leave you.

"Yes!!!!!" She says, laughing and kissing him on the lips for the first time that night.

He kisses her back, setting her on the ground when the kiss breaks.

"This is by far the best news I could have gotten today, little wolf." He says, smiling softly.

"I know." She cheers. "I couldn't even imagine you leaving. Loving you is the only good part of my life."

His eyebrows raise in surprise for the second time that night. She loves him?

Staring at his face, she suddenly realizes what she has said. She starts fidgeting, looking at him nervously.

"Oh Gods, I'm sorry." She says. "I know you may not feel the same or be ready to say it and you don't have to and I don't want you to just because I..." She talks so fast he's struggling to understand what she's saying.

Sandor slightly tilts her chin to make her look up at him when she lowers her gaze out of shyness while she's speaking.

"Y/N, I love you." He whispers. "I didn't even know I was capable of love, but there's no other explanation for this." He continues. "I can't stand the thought of being apart from you. I think of you day and night. The thought of you getting hurt is more painful than any harm I've ever received. If this is not love, I don't know what the fuck it is."

She blushes. "That is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me."

He smiles. "You look pretty when you blush, do it more often."

She blushes harder, what makes him laugh, taking her into his arms.

"I mean it, little wolf." He mumbles against her hair after kissing it. "I'd do anything you ask me to."

She looks up at him, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. He hums, kissing her back.

"I love you, Sandor." She whispers.

"I love you too, little wolf." He says against her mouth.

As he holds her, there's one thing that she's certain about: as long as they're together, it will be alright.

Hope you liked it!!🫶🏻

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tell me what you think about this...

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1JyAGtTbgNGCdEb2iMbTtMkbUq66vF91z/view

I love your posts, they are divine.

Thank you so much!!!

What I have to say about the google doc is that they did a nice job putting together their points in the format they did!

But I don't agree with any of it.

Az did get Elain a rose necklace after the many mentions of Elain and roses but I wouldn't say roses are more special to Elain than any other flower just because they're symbolic of her.

It was the tulip fields she wanted to visit in book 1, the tulip bulbs she was talking to Feyre about in ACOTAR and it was those flower fields Nesta reminded us she had wanted to visit in SF.

Roses are kind of the obvious answer on "what to get a girl" when you're getting her something flower related , it's the top most purchased flower on Valentines Day after all.

And roses are used for Elain by the author in the same way that she describes Nesta like a wolf or Lucien like a fox. It's fun imagery and all that but not necessarily how the character would refer to themselves.

Roses are beautiful of course but I don't think it was all that clever of Az to select a rose charm when any one of them could have said "Elain likes flowers so I'll bet she'll like this rose necklace!". Had Az himself been clever enough to think "This charm is perfect for her because of how she is constantly sitting by the sunniest of windows and the charm also needs light to come alive" than he would have earned points for that. Or "Nesta underestimates her inner depth just like it's easy to miss with this charm but it's truth will be revealed just as Elain's will!" Instead it's the reader who draws the comparison, not him.

"Nesta, Elain shall wed for love and beauty, but you my cunning, little queen. You shall wed for conquest."

First off, saying Elain will marry Az because he's the prettiest of the bat boys according to Feyre and Nesta is so superficial I can't believe it's even an argument. And what the sisters think of Az has literally no meaning at all compared to what Elain thinks of Az. Feyre might have thought Az was the most classically beautiful out of Cassian and Az but it was Rhys who was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. Elain is the "prettiest" of the three sisters but Rhys thought Feyre was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. When the King of Hybern and Amren (a being 15,000 years old) referenced Lucien's attractiveness, I'd say that if Elain married him she'd have no complaints about the hotness of her mate who is made sexier by a scar down his face which is a testament of how he stood up to Amarantha.

Second.....Nesta talks about how her mother would roll over in her grave to find out she'd married an untitled fae male. When Nesta defied her mother and the expectations she forced on her.....why is anyone under the impression Elain would follow through with what her mother thought of her?

The reason Elain's mother thought she'd marry for love and beauty is because her mother didn't think she was capable of anything else. You'd think a true Elain stan would want to prove that she was worth more than marrying someone just because of her or their physical appearance.

Oh, we're romanticizing "polite, BLAND" smiles now?

Az did go a bit still went Elain entered the room in ACOWAR. Then proceeded to look at Mor with hunger and yearning in the novella. Let's compare that to Lucien could barely breathe when he first got a true look at Elain because she was the most beautiful female he'd ever seen........and how Lucien looks at only HER with longing after that.

Feyre did predict Elain would cling to Az for peace and quiet. But since when does a truly happy Elain want just peace and quiet? Certainly not the Elain who personally greeted each guest at the ball, danced with all the important lords sons, who can convince anyone to do anything with a few smiles, who can make friends easily, who stayed up until the wee hours of the morning at the ball surrounded by a circle of friends (flushed and brilliant) when both Feyre and Nesta were over it.

You know what else Feyre predicted? That Amren and Nesta would become fast friends which they did......until they weren't. Amren is not Nesta's found family, Emerie and Gwyn are. So if Feyre got that part wrong.......

In ACOWAR, Elain wanted to go home which was her home in the human lands. If she changed that in SF and called Rhys and Feyre's manor her home because that's been the only real option she's had to call home since being turned fae......why can't that change again in her book?

Nesta didn't find her true home until the book where she ended up with her love interest. Feyre didn't find her true home until the book she accepted her mating bond. Logic stands to reason that Elain will find her true home in her book too.

So I'm supposed to believe that Elain not eating, drinking sleeping or leaving her room for MONTHS until Lucien arrived and demanded they get her outside means nothing but Az who discovered she was a Seer is indicative of true love? Her Seer powers are not a thing that was wrong with her, he guessed the gift she was given. That's like someone giving me a present on Christmas and I shake the box while asking for hints until I figure it out. I'll never, ever, EVER be convinced that Az gave a shit about Elain during her depression considering he was excited to go to the Hewn City rather than stay back to guard Elain at her lowest. Considering he did not once ask Feyre how she was feeling, how she was doing, considering he did not once express concern over her lack of eating, sleeping, drinking, I think it's safe to say him being able to say "you're a seer!" doesn't mean much at all. Rhys was the one to discover Nesta's real power, does that mean he truly loves Nesta?

So I'm to understand that eavesdropping between two people while one is still going through depression and the other is trying for the very first time to reach out through their bond is supposed to be a comfortable situation? It was uncomfortable because Elain and Lucien were forced to sit together while everyone around them was being nosy as fuck. It wasn't a first date or anything but can you imagine trying to have a moment with someone while your two sisters and two others in the household are pretending to be busy while being completely aware they're listening to your every breath?

Feyre only THINKS that maybe Az understood what Elain was going through when she was hearing voices. Just like only Cassian truly understood what Feyre went through after spending years hungry. Does that mean Cassian should be with Feyre instead of Rhys because Rhys never went hungry?

Az has blushed for Elain, Mor, and Nesta in the book. Tharion blushed at Hypaxia. Someone other than Lorcan blushed over something Elide had said. I'm not getting their point.

Of course Elain tells her fucking fiance that having a mate means nothing to her. These are the best arguments they've got? Nesta didn't even want to tell Cassian he was her mate after falling in love and having copious amounts of sex.

Az did say, "what about Elain?". Then just stood there. It was Nesta who stared at him then went running for Elain's tent. And he did say he was getting her back....after Cassian first said he would but couldn't and Nesta laid down the challenge saying no one could make it into his camp. Az does love to prove himself the hero, does he not? Also, Az hid in Feyre's shadows, I'd say she's more responsible for Elain's rescues. Compared to Lucien who was willing to fight his way without power to try to get to the Night Court, the home of the most powerful High Lord ever to live and through Autumn where he knew he had a metaphorical (literal?) bounty on his head.

That was an amazing scene for Elain, was it not? Saving Briar. Saving Az. And something Az never once gave her credit for.

No, Az stayed seated when Eris made mention of Elain. He only exploded when Eris mentioned Mor. I can't believe they're trying to claim Az's anger was "built up".

Yup....CASSIAN offered Elain a knife first, not Az. Glad to know Az just stood by watching someone else do something for Elain first yet again. I guess it's a good thing Mor begged Az, with tears in her eyes, to sit out of battle. Otherwise he wouldn't have bothered offering Elain TT at all.

Her smile did lighten Az's shadows. Just like Az confirming that the shadows tend to vanish around her. Just like they are afraid of the sunlight. Considering he tells us they are his companions....why would he want them to disappear?

Yes....a female always wants to be responsible for making a male think of and being compared to his mother. Super sexy.

OH MY GOD! TRUE LOVE!!!!! She smiled at Az because she appreciated Az making a joke in response to Cassian's comment!!!! Men and women cannot just smile at one another without falling in forever love!!!!!!!!

Yes, so special "I've never participated in one of these" and Az says.......NOTHING. Such exciting conversation!

Az could have been staring at the garden thinking of Elain and her bond with Lucien and how he's jealous of Lucien because why did Lucien get a bond when he didn't. But then he went on to blush at Mor and stare at her with hunger. I don't know....maybe it's just me and my silly little romantic heart but I don't really enjoy a male who is fixated on two women at the same time.

However, if Az was interested in Elain, why did he ask Rhys if he needed to get her a gift than look relieved when Rhys said no?

Did they purposely put the "why not make them mates" under the wrong slide to make it look like it happened later in the series? That was ACOWAR, not ACOFAS. In ACOFAS Feyre tells Elain LUCIEN is a good male and why couldn't she talk to him? She repeats that Lucien is a good male (says nothing of Az) and tells Mor she wants them to be happy. Mor says both Lucien and Elain need time and that they will be happy.

Yes yes, SF. The book where Az gives Elain zero credit for anything, doesn't bother checking on "her", avoids her because HE can't handle her bond, can't admit to Rhys that he's over Mor, can't admit to Rhys that he's not just using Elain for sex, calls her a mistake before talking to Rhys and feels a spark in his chest over another females happiness.

I think I covered it all, right?

[pip-n-chips]

this is messy so apologies in advance! kind of long so the rest is under the cut

So... Kylar as a murderer, huh?

(warnings include: death, gore, general violence, stalking, kidnapping, manipulation, drugging, Kylar being Kylar)

Kylar is a stalker, first and foremost- from afar is where they feel most comfortable. They observe your behaviors, who you talk to, what you do- they have your entire schedule memorized. If you think you're alone, you're not. If you think no one is watching you, you're wrong. Kylar is watching you, always always always. They need to learn about you to protect you, and they do! It starts off relatively tame- darts are shot, death threats sent, but nothing that'll harm anybody! They don't act on it!

That is, until you start to make them jealous. Is this a challenge? A test? You must know what you're doing, right? Talking to that orphan, that businessperson, that bully, that religious freak--

No

nonono

nononono

no NO NO NO

NO, that won't do.

That won't do at all.

One of your "friends" disappear, and you're worried. And they can't understand why. They weren't good for you, you should be happy to be free of the grip they had on you. Regardless, this is the perfect opportunity for them to slide into your life, to be by your side. They want to be the light in your darkness, the shoulder you can always lean on. Everyone will leave you but them, can't you see? They love you they love you they love y-

One by one, the remaining friends disappear, and you worry more and more each time- and it does numbers on your mental health. And Kylar tells you it's okay, your friends are okay, they just weren't real friends. If they were, how could they just up and leave you? Oh so wonderful, so incredible you? They'll never leave you like how your so-called "friends" did. Do you know that? Please say that you do. Because they won't! Never ever ever ever!

This continues until they're the only one left, and things are exactly how they wanted...

++++Jealousy

But no.

You couldn't just accept the happy ending.

(The one that was always meant to be!)

You just had to go out and meet new people, make more connections.

(Are they not enough??)

And so, your new "friends" disappear one by one, again. But it doesn't stop there, because you didn't learn your lesson last time.

They start leaving anonymous "gifts" for you. To remind you that of those who left. To remind you that you are theirs.

Severed arms, feet, fingers. They paint you love notes with blood, smeared over the side of the orphanage. They write your name, the letters shaped by intestines. They place eyeballs around your room so you never feel alone, they leave jackets sewed from skin when winter comes to keep you warm. They leave you jewelery made from teeth so you can feel beautiful.

(And if you have the wolf TF, they'll gift you the bones. Aren't you a good doggie? Don't you love the gifts? Will you be good now?? Will you be loyal??)

And you better pray that they never learn that your previous "friends" were anything more than that, or that you had feelings for them, because they won't take it well, at ALL. Because one day, you'll come home to a box on your bed, and within lies the decapitated head of someone you once loved. (But never as much as you'll love Kylar, right??) It's ruined and decaying, but you recognize it just enough, and maybe you shut down.

You don't understand what's happening, who could do this? Why? What did you do?

Maybe you withdraw, maybe you cling to Kylar even harder, needing their support. And they finally have you where they want you.

But happiness doesn't last, again, and they blame you for it. Because, due to your past behavior, you've made them so so possessive and so so jealous, that all it takes is for you to look at someone else (or, god forbid, talk to someone else. What a waste of breath!), and they snap. Because have you NOT learned your lesson? NO ONE ELSE deserves your time of day, only Kylar only Kylar only Kylar only Kyl-

So you can't possibly blame them when you feel a pinch in your neck one night, and the only thing you can hear are Kylar's obsessive ramblings as your vision fades. You can't blame them when you wake up bound in rope in some dingy old basement. And if you try to plead, they'll remind you that this is all your fault. All you had to do was stay loyal, all you had to do was recognize who (them them them them) was best for you, but you didn't, and you forced their hand.

It's all your fault.

If you try to scream, Kylar would press a knife to your neck and beg you to stay silent. To be compliant. They don't want to kill you, they only want what's best for you. Do you know that? They don't have to beg you to say that you do this time, because you nod along frantically like the perfect thing that you are.

If you try to scream again (how could you lie to them you said you understood you said you said-), they cut out your tongue. Which is such a shame, your voice was music to their ears, but that's okay, they have their old recordings of you.

Your ending perfect life together really just depends on your behavior. If you fight back, your tongue won't be the only thing you'll lose. But that's okay, because you're so smart and cool, you'll learn eventually. You'll learn to be the perfect spouse, they really hope you do.

Because they don't want to kill you.

So go along with it, it's okay. You'll be happy here, eventually.

[theicarusconstellation]

zelda tangled au anyone?

genderfluid link. runaway princess zelda.

imagine ganon knows only link can defeat him so he kidnaps him as a six year old and takes him to an abandoned tower in hyrule forest with the intention of corrupting him and the master sword to get them on his side. zelda has been told all her life that the power of hylia is in her, but she hasn't unlocked it yet, and the pressure is getting too much so she sets off to find the "legendary future swordswoman" who went missing years ago because "if i can't unlock my powers, maybe she can help me."

one day, she finds the master sword (which ganondorf has been hiding near the tower because he's saving it for when he finally figures out a way to corrupt it, harness its power, and take over hyrule). she's like "oh my god what if the swordswoman is around here somewhere😱."

MEANWHILE link is in the tower with their gorgeous long hair (and maybe wolf link as a sidekick instead of pascal?), and every year on his birthday, the leaders of all the villages get together and hold a little mourning/prayer ceremony for her bc signs of the calamity are approaching fast, and they're hoping link shows up soon, especially with zelda's power not being awakened yet. link desperately wants to go see the ceremony (they don't know what it's for, just that there are a lot of beautiful lights and the dragons of hyrule all come together as well), but obviously ganondorf won't let him.

THEN zelda finds the tower and scales it. link is all "HYAH!!!!!!" and the scene where eugene is trapped in the chair with rapunzel's hair plays out between the two of them except it's just a lot of link being like 😡😡and zelda being like 🤭omg this guy's reallly good with a weapon...looks a lot like the descriptions of...WAIT OMG ITS THE LEGENDARY SWORDSWOMAN🤭 link is like "i mean 1/3 woman i guess."

eventually, zelda convinces link to leave the tower with a bargain like "if i take you to the swordswoman ceremony, will you tell me about ganondorf?" (she already suspects it's THE ganondorf ykyk), and link is hesitant because zelda is telling them that the person they've been raised by is evil, but he really wants to see the ceremony, so he goes. they cut their hair to its length in totk and it really validates her gender yk? and when zelda sees how happy link is in her newfound freedom and gender expression she's like "well i have to tell him the truth about who he is"

she doesn't want to because it'll shatter link's worldview and newfound peace, and she doesn't want to put a burden on their shoulders (bc hylia knows she knows what that's like), but she does it anyway. at this point, link is beginning to get flashes of memories from his childhood and realize what zelda is trying to tell her is true, so both of them go to kakariko village to talk to impa (and they plan to talk to the champions after), but once they get there, ganondorf is there waiting in front of the desecrated former village like HEY POOKIE. FOUND YOU. MISS ME?

he takes link captive again and accelerates his plans to take over hyrule. link is trying to find a way out, and zelda is trying to find a way to help him, but it's not working out very well lmao. meanwhile zelda goes to the champions and asks for their help, relaying everything she knows, and the champions make a plan to get link and stop ganondorf. they get to the area where the tower is, but ganondorf was expecting this and takes them captive

as this happens, link doesn't know what's going on and is alone in the tower. he finds the master sword and the secret tower staircase, but it's a trap laid by ganondorf to manipulate link into joining him because link escapes the tower only to find zelda and the champions all tied up and stuff. the bargain is like "join me and i won't kill your friends when i rule, but refuse and i'll kill them slowly and make you watch" (i came up with this on the spot i know it's a rough plot WORK WITH ME😭🙏)

link being link challenges ganondorf to a duel, and ganondorf accepts purely out of amusement bc at this point he thinks "link can't defeat me yet since he's been locked in the tower; he's only a danger if he's been trained." link whoops his ass, but ganondorf harnesses the power of the calamity at the last second (which he was planning to do just to teach link a lesson in obedience and whatever). he whoops LINK'S ass, but just as link is about to get killed, zelda's powers Come To Life, and she saves him. then they all work together to defeat ganondorf and they all live happily ever after

[starrycassi]

This whole thing is settled in my Meditrina AU (that I poorly explain here)

Ballister walks into the tavern, with a pink snake draped all over his neck, his shoulders. Nimona likes this way of transportation better, and it adds to the whole "villain" look they're supposed to be going for in this new town.

Niccole — the bar keeper, owner and founder, grins at him, her silver tooth shining with the last sun rays of the day that managed to sneak their way in through the few windows of the place. She is one of those women, the ones that are as beautiful as the few stars that are starting to show up in the pink sky outside, and Ballister has learned to enjoy her company, even with her sour humour, her pranks and horrible habit of taking everything left unsupervised. Everyone in the town has a couple of bad habits, and he's no exception.

One of them is the tavern itself.

"Blackheart, baby! And my favorite menace!" Opening her arms to invite him in for a hug, she quickly started pouring his favorite drink into a cup, smiling ever so lively. "I was wondering when we we're gonna find your body, honey. Rumour had it, you were dead, or kidnapped. I knew, baby, I knew you wouldn't go down that easily. I even bet on it, believe me. I'm going to turn so rich in a couple of hours"

He gave in, hugging her. Nimona switched from his shoulders to hers, barely hissing to say hi. She's tired. They just came back from running an errand, after all.

One of Niccole's habits is betting, too. This one Ballister finds ridiculous. Anyone who's willing to bet against this woman is surely stupid.

"Well, we're a bit harder to take down than that, Nic. But I'm glad to know you believe in us"

He sits down, and takes a small sip of the glass in front of him, tasting it for some second, making sure that it feels okay. Niccole's mostly kind, but you can never really trust people.

"Oh, baby. Anyone who loses a limb and gets up from that is someone who doesn't go down easily" Laughing, she lifts up her skirt, beaming at the wolf whistles that some people give her, allowing everyone around them to take a peek at her prosthetic leg, a beautiful, glittery, pink, piece of art that Ballister made for her. Then, she turns around and starts chatting with Nimona in a language Ballister doesn't understand, spitting words quickly, pouring in some more orders.

The bar's not full, but the tables around them produce a never ending background noise of voices and laughs.

After pouring another glass for another customer, she wips her hands in her skirt, tying and untying her long, brown hair in a low, loose ponytail, and rests her elbows on the wood surface that divides them, finally ready to get down to what she really cares about: gossip. Nimona turns into a bird, and hides himself on Niccole's hair. They're awfully close to each other, both always happy to cause chaos.

"So, baby..." she started, licking her lips. "Tell me"

"About what, Nic?"

"Oh, don't play with me, boy. You disappear and close your doors for two whole weeks. Not even the girls managed to get a word out of you. What were you up to, you rascal? Any important situations going on with the shelter?"

She looks worried, for a second. Ballister squirms uncomfortably on his seat. There was a big, unbelievable situation, actually. A blonde, six feet tall situation.

Trying to get Ambrosius to actually speak to him with clarity, convincing Nimona to let him sleep in, taking care of Ambrosius's wounds, making sure that Nimona actually didn't kill him, cleaning out the spare room on the cabin and scrambling together to make it comfortable, adapting to the sight of fucking Ambrosius Goldenloin everyday... It all took two weeks, and the room is still too unpleasant, Nimona still seems to be on the edge of murder everytime Ambrosius's around her, and Ballister still isn't really sure of how he feels about this whole thing.

"I had a guest over" is all he can come up with, shrugging. It wasn't unheard of, for him to take in guests before they were delivered to the shelter.

"Oh, really?" Niccole arches an eyebrow, and screams for one of her employees to come out and cover her. She jumps over the bar, her long, colorful skirt, turning into a blur, and she sits down in the stool next to him with the agility of a cat. She's fully invested on this, now. "And why didn't you tell, baby? I would've gotten you some food. The others would've done something, too"

Ballister is aware, now, of the fact that he manages his emotions very poorly, but he wasn't that self aware a year and some months ago, when he crashed in this town. Alcohol seemed like a good coping mechanism, back when he moved in. He's generally doesn't get easily drunk, but when he does, he gets loud, talkative.

So, half the town has heard a lot of things about his past. And Ambrosius. A lot about Ambrosius, actually. A lot. Specially the arm chopping situation.

"He's not a shelter guest, Nic" he tries to explain, looking at the door to avoid her green eyes. He can't help but blush with embarrassment at the fact that he's been avoiding her for two weeks to take care of his arm chopping ex. "He's more of a... personal friend, I think. He's supposed to join me here, actually"

Her whole face lights up, and she shrieks, hugging him, giggling. When she lets go, she throws her arms up in the air. Nimona gets out of her hair and flies out of a window, probably too exhausted to keep dealing with people.

The errand was a specially tiring one. They went in a shopping spree with Ambrosius, because Ballister's heart couldn't handle seeing him wearing his clothes anymore.

Ballister fought bravely in the Institute. He was top of his class. He went days without rest, without sleep. He worked out untile he passed out. He ran miles until his legs gave up. He's still sure that there's not a single activity more energy consuming than going out on a Goldenloin shopping spree.

Niccole doesn't allow him to bask in memories, shaking him by the shoulders.

"Finally!" She exclaims, talking to the roof. "Thank you, goddesses! I knew it, baby! I'm so glad you're getting over that golden dick boy! You're moving on!"

He stutters, blushing even more, trying to explain to her that the golden boy and his new roommate are exactly the same person. She doesn't let him, cackling with childish glee.

"You're way too good for that asshole, love! Goddess, wasn't I interested in girls only, I would've asked you out myself so, so long ago" Gasping loudly, she starts fumbling with her hair, fixing her shirt. "Oh, my, he's coming, you say? Should've told me before! I look so bad, in these rags. I would've cooked something for your new lover, honey!"

"He's more of an unwanted and unexpected addition to my household, Nic..."

"Oh, I call my girl that, too. Don't worry about a thing, dear. I'm just happy that you're finally meeting new people. We should organize a party, tell me his name so I can- "

The door opens, and all of the sudden, the sounds in the tavern dies down. Meditrina is a small, secluded town, where everyone knows everyone. Foreigners are quite common, since they're really close to a big city, but they usually stick to the main trail and the few hotels around it.

So it's understandable, that everyone stares suspiciously at the cloaked figure that comes in the Arcoiris Tavern, a place not even the locals frequent, known for being a house to various criminals and outlaws. They stare at the golden hair peeking under the fabric, at he way the man covered by it is hunched over himself, aiding himself with a simple-looking cane. Ballister goes stiff as a plank.

"That's him" he whispers to Niccole, gulping. Ambrosius looks good, with his new clothes. Well, he always looks good, it's just refreshing to see him in something tht actually fits him for the first time in what feels like forever. "That's my guest"

She blinks once, twice, and awaits for the "mysterious man" to approach them. Ambrosius walks in quickly, making a beeline for Ballister once he spots him. It's dark outside now, and his face is light up only by the lanterns perched everywhere. He's still unbelievably handsome, unfortunately. And so stupidly stubborn. He's late only because he refused to go home without buying a new pair of golden earrings, and now there's a pretty pair of teardrops hanging from his ears, catching and reflecting the low lights around them.

"Oh, Bal, sorry, I'm late. I didn't really understand the directions you gave me..." He starts, looking actually apologetic. He's already forgiven. For everything. "I didn't mean to-"

"Don't worry about it, really" Ballister cuts in. Ambrosius apologizes a lot, lately. It's a but tiring. "Look, she's the friend I told you about. Owns the bar"

Ambrosius smiles at Niccole as soon as he's introduced to her. It's the practiced, charming one. She responds with her best grin. The one she gave Ballister when he started coming in, almost a year ago. He offers her a hand, and she shakes it excitedly. Everyone in the bar is staring, eager to get some new gossip.

"I'm so happy to meet you!" Says the woman, breaking the handshake to hug Ambrosius, as if they're long lost friends. "I'm Niccole, Niccole Oakes, by the way. Feel free to ask me for anything. Ballister's friends are mine, too"

Ballister can't stop the next words that are said after that. He can't stop catastrophe.

"Oh, well" chuckles Ambrosius, looking put out by the fact that they're still hugging, but managing to keep his nerves out of his voice. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Ambrosius, Ambrosius Goldenloin"

He can't stop the chaos that the tavern turns in after that, either.

[amywhereyouwant]

Some TOH HCs I wanted to share

There are a LOT of them, so They're under the read more for your scrolling convenience

Luz

-Uses She/They pronouns

-Would watch the entirety of Sword Art Online just to be able to shit on it properly

-Eats way too much Shredded Cheese even though she’s Lactose Intolerant

-Has made a Your mom joke to Willow only to remember she doesn’t have one

-Mains King in Tekken and made a custom attire trying to make it look like the other King

-Screenpeeks religiously in Split Screen Multiplayer

-Predicted Hecazura 2 books into the series, still won’t shut up about it

-Relatively known Digital Artist, her blog probably took off when she started making art of the Demon Realm 

-Hates baking

-Helps Amity bake out of the kindness of her heart(Also seeing Amity enjoying herself is really nice)

-Had a cold once, hasn’t had a Human Realm illness since

-Has SH scars from her depressed period back in the human realm(S3E1), still ashamed over them

-Quotes Memes constantly, only Hunter understands what she’s talking about

-Cracked a rib tripping on a rug on her way to bed

Amity

-Absolutely hates Bugs, like, genuinely despises them

-Does not know how computers work, but still tries to use Luz’s laptop to look up date ideas

-Can and will dress as the most stereotypical Witch ever

-Adopted(All 3 Blight Kids are in my HC)

-Likes to bake

-Does not know how to bake

-Gets sick constantly

-Works out a lot so she can help out with rebuilding the Isles(and also a little bit for Luz)

-Used to apologise a lot for minor things(Pre-timeskip)

-REALLY Bummed she didn’t get to see Titan Luz

-Watched the barbie movie the same day Gus watched Oppenheimer

Gus

-Goes nonverbal when stressed out, uses Illusions and his palisman to communicate

-Cried for hours when he finished the last Cosmic Frontier book, even though it was a happy ending

-Likes the idea of Professional Wrestling, but wishes the fights were to the death

-Quotes Cosmic Frontier as a Vocal Stim

-Dramatically perishes in Matt’s arms on the regular

-Headcanons O'Bayley to look exactly like Hunter just for the memes

-Thinks Human 2D Animation is the most beautiful thing to have ever been created

-Watched Across the Spider-Verse and Begged for Luz to draw a Spider-Suit for him, she did one for everyone

-Got really jealous when everyone else got flapjack tattoos, then he realised he could just make one of his own with an Illusion

-Got insanely mad when he learned about Human Discrimination(“How can you hate someone for something they can’t change? That’s ridiculous!”)

-Watched Oppenheimer the same day Amity and Hunter watched the Barbie Movie

Hunter

-LOVES Dino Nuggies

-Didn’t know Dinosaurs were real for a while until Luz showed them to him, Velociraptors are his favourite because “They’re like Wolves but Lizards!” (They’re not)

-Has a tumblr account where he posts about Wolves, Luz is his only follower

-Definitely has a Fursona

-Kicks Luz’s ass at most video games, except for Halo 2 specifically(I wonder why)

-”Will you go out with me?” “Hunter we’ve been dating for a year” “Oh.”

-Thinks Huggbees’ How it’s actually made videos are 100% Legit and honest

-Made Willow a Flower Shirt to match his Wolf Shirt

-Wears Willow’s Flower Shirt he made

-Imagine Dragons is his favourite band

-Has Epilepsy

-Steals Willow’s dresses sometimes

-Found Nicole Coenen on YouTube, showed her to luz “She looks kinda like Amity!”(Nobody else sees the resemblance)

-Probably plays a LOT of Roblox

-Watched the Barbie Movie with Amity(Luz forced him to)

-Has seen every single vine there is(Thank the Titan for Vine Compilations on YouTube)

-Any kind of facial hair he grows is really patchy so he just goes clean shaven for convenience

-Snuck food during TtT even though he was 100% allowed to eat normally

-Bananas do exist in the Demon Realm, Hunter has just never learned that they do

-Gets visits from the Spirits of the other Golden Guards in his dreams

Willow

-Tackled someone to the ground when they only slightly bumped into Hunter(We stan a protective queen)

-Feeds her palisman doggie treats, nobody knows why

-Filled Camila’s entire back garden with way too many plants during TtT, they’re still there despite not being watered for a while

-Made a Garland made of both Demon and Human Realm plants for Hunter on their anniversary

-Has no real idol/role model

-Happily Listens to everyone else ramble about their interests

-Wears Hunter’s Wolf Shirt

-Calls Hunter “Hun” as a short for his name, started doing it even more after she figured out what it actually meant

-Pranks people she doesn’t like by putting giant Grape Vines around their house

-Held a presentation about plant care for the Gravesfield Gardener Society

-Thinks most Human Sports are boring(Except for Hockey and Roller Derby)

Vee

-Pulls off some crazy ass cosplays

-Knows how to drive Camila’s car perfectly, still has no idea how it actually works though

-Laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe first time she heard Metal Pipe Fall Sound Effect

-Considers Luz to be her Sister, Camila burst into tears and hugged her when she called Luz “Big Sis” in front of her for the first time

-Plays Minecraft on Camila’s home PC, has spent tons of time on Hypixel and built a little shrine for the other basilisks on a private world

-Takes after Luz in a lot of ways

-Is way better at Spanish than Luz, flexes about it constantly(Nobody really cares)

-Had no idea how to tell Masha she was a Basilisk when they confessed to her(Masha knew long before she told them)

-Is really cuddly in Basilisk form, not so much when shapeshifted(“I don’t really feel like it’s myself”)

-Her first kiss with Masha was really awkward, she apologised like 45 times and cried because it wasn’t good

-Steven Universe is a canon IP in the universe, so she got really confused when Amethyst sounded EXACTLY like her

I have no idea why I made this

[silverynight]

The witch

Tanjirou has a shop in a small village where he sells his potions. He's the town's witch and works hard to take care of his demon sister Nezuko who sometimes shape shifts into a little but fierce cat.

Tanjirou welcomes everyone into his shop: any supernatural beings and even humans roam inside, telling him some of their problems that Tanjirou gladly helps with by using his magic. He loves helping everyone or at least as much people as he can.

One day an injured werewolf walks into his shop looking for a healing potion; werewolves can shift into their wolf form whenever they want, but most of the time look like regular humans except for the wolf ears and the fluffy tail.

This one is tall, has big expressive eyes and his hair is the color of the fire. He looks mostly human and has a wound on his arm, probably from getting into a fight with another supernatural being.

Tanjirou quickly rushes to the entrance, takes a blue potion from one of the shelves and gets closer to the werewolf while Nezuko (in her cat form) hisses over the counter.

"It's okay, Nezuko. He's not here to hurt me," Tanjirou mumbles before turning to look back at the werewolf. "Here. You have to drink it."

The tall werewolf finally takes a look at him, he was disoriented and his eyes unfocused because of the pain, but now that Tanjirou is closer he can look at him better.

"You're absolutely beautiful!"

A little bit worried, Tanjirou takes the werewolf's face in his hands to make him lean forward so he can see if he has an injury on his head too, because he must've a concussion as well, but he finds nothing.

Then his tail starts wagging.

"I'm Rengoku Kyojuro!"

"Kamado Tanjirou, it's a pleasure. Please drink this so your body begins to heal. I know it's difficult to trust a complete stranger but–"

Tanjirou blinks in confusion and surprise when Rengoku drinks the potion without hesitation.

"I trust you, Tanjirou!"

"Okay... I'm glad, Rengoku-san. Now you can sit behind the counter while the potion takes effect."

Tanjirou keeps working in the shop while the werewolf waits, fiery eyes following the witch around all the time. His tail hasn't stopped wagging since he saw Tanjirou.

Nezuko is not that happy, but at least she has stopped hissing at him.

"I can hunt something for you!" Rengoku says suddenly, rising from his seat, as the wound starts vanishing from his arm. "Tell me what you want! I'm a really good hunter!"

"There's no need," Tanjirou insists. "You already payed for the potion."

He actually payed extra and refused to take some of the coins back.

"I want to do this for you, my boy!" Rengoku almost pleads, wolf ears pointing down.

"Alright... fine. But I don't want meat. Could you please bring me these flowers?" Tanjirou hands him a piece of parchment in which he drew a couple of the flowers he needed. "These are rare but very powerful. I'd be really grateful if you can find them for me... If you don't that's okay–"

"I'll find them for you!" The werewolf assures him before rushing out of the shop.

***

Tanjirou is a little bit busy, making a couple of plants grow around the shelves when he hears the bell ringing before a couple of non human creatures walk inside his shop a week later. His back is on the entrance so he's not sure how many there are.

"Oh! He's wearing a cute black dress!" A female voice comments. "It's so cute!"

"That doesn't mean he should mate someone who's not a werewolf! He knows nothing about him!"

"Shut up, Sanemi. I think it's very flamboyant how in love he is! Don't ruin it!"

"I think he has a nice scent, he'll make a great mate for sure. I can tell."

"I'll be with you in a second!" Tanjirou says then, trying not to chuckle, it's fun to listen to them and by their scents and the way Nezuko is hissing at them, he knows they're werewolves.

Suddenly, the smell of ghost orchids make him turn around and Tanjirou realizes with surprise that Rengoku has brought a dozen of those flowers in a basket for him.

"Thank you, Rengoku-san! They're perfect!"

Instead of one, there are nine werewolves inside his shop that night.

"Welcome!" He beams at them, assuming everyone is friends with Rengoku. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Suddenly, not only Rengoku's tail starts wagging but the others' as well. The other werewolves must be happy for some reason. Although one of them, one with white hair and chest covered in scars, catches his own tail to stop it from wagging too much. Another one with black hair and a serpent around his neck does exactly the same before huffing and trying to look away from the witch.

"I'm sorry, Kyojuro," a short female with a permanent, yet a little bit intimidating smile on her face says. "You know the rules. You haven't claimed him yet so we can all court him if we want."

Rengoku doesn't look happy about it and even though everyone seems to be looking at Tanjirou, he convinces himself they're talking about something else instead.

They introduce themselves to Tanjirou; he lets Himejima touch his face so the werewolf can have an idea how he looks like and Tokito pouts at them the whole time for some reason.

They're part of the same pack. Uzui is the only one who's mated (to another three female werewolves from a different group) he insists a couple of times on bringing them to the shop so Tanjirou can meet them. Tomioka growls at Uzui every time he says it.

They leave a couple of hours later, but they come back often and always with gifts for Tanjirou. Slowly, Nezuko starts warming up to them and shifts into her human (mostly human because she's still a demon) form and has short conversations with them. Sometimes she lets Kanroji braid her hair and lights up when Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru (Uzui's wives) bring Tanjirou and her cute dresses.

They're really good friends, although they don't seem to know what personal space is because Tanjirou often finds himself pressed against someone's chest, sometimes they nuzzle against his cheek. Even Shinazugawa and Iguro sometimes ask for a headpat as their tails start wagging happily.

They're very protective too, Tanjirou gets a little bit startled when Tomioka growls at a vampire who tries to steal one of Tanjirou's potions.

Even his most rude customers have tone it down because everyone in the village and far beyond have heard about Tanjirou's protective friends.

Although some of them seem to have spread fake rumors about his relationship with them.

One day a woman from the village comes in the shop; she's known both Tanjirou and Nezuko for years now and always brings them cookies.

"I heard the news! I'm so happy for you, Tanjirou!" She says, looking amused.

"What news?"

"About your werewolf harem."

Tanjirou almost drops the vase he's holding as his face quickly turns bright red.

"It's not a harem!" He squeaks, mortified. "They're just my friends!"

"If you say so..."

Tanjirou realizes she doesn't look convinced at all, but he can't do anything because those nine werewolves walk in and start helping around the shop after bringing him ingredients for his potions. The woman keeps looking at the shelves like she's looking for something and Tanjirou wishes she doesn't mention anything else in front of them.

"Can male witches get pregnant, Tanjirou?" Kanroji has been asking him a couple of questions about magic the last couple of weeks. And even though he happily answers each and every single one he can't help but think that particular one won't help with the rumors.

"Yes, but we have to take a potion for it to actually happen."

"Would you like to have your own pups, Tanjirou?" Tomioka asks, prompting Tanjirou to blush, realizing he means babies. His human customer seems to be having the time of her life.

"Yes, at some point," Tanjirou mumbles, although that'd be difficult at the moment considering he doesn't even have a partner yet.

All nine werewolves gather around him then, wagging their tails like they're very excited about something.

"That'll be it, thank you," the woman says, getting closer to the counter and showing Tanjirou a green potion; that one is for good luck.

"Okay," he says, grateful for the distraction as he takes the coins before watching her walk back outside.

Before she closes the door behind her she says: "Please invite me to the wedding."

Tanjirou wants to explain to them it's all a misunderstanding but Rengoku interrupts before he can even begin to speak.

"Of course!"

That has to be another misunderstanding, right? Is Rengoku going to get married?

"I think she was talking about–"

"When would like to get married, Tanjirou?" Himejima asks suddenly, making him almost jump, startled.

"Married?"

"It's alright if you don't want to," Tokito assures him.

"Yeah, we can just give you a mating bite," Shinazugawa smirks. "I don't care if we follow the human tradition or not!"

"But at least we can have some sort of ceremony!" Kanroji pouts. "Right, Tanjirou, dear?"

Mating bite. They're talking about mating with him! How did that happen? For once Nezuko looks amused but doesn't say anything. She doesn't even try to help him.

"You want to mate me?"

"Of course, Tanjirou," Kocho smiles sincerely this time. "This is our last courting gift. Although if you'd like to think about it a little bit longer that's alright too."

They've been courting him and Tanjirou hadn't realized until now.

All of them. All of them want to marry him. Tanjirou takes a deep breath and sits behind the counter, blinking a couple of times, remembering all those moments they have come into his shop to talk to him and made his day brighter because of it.

Uzui kisses him on the cheek.

"It's alright if you decide not to."

Before looking at them, before noticing the way their wolf ears point down and their tails stop wagging at the perspective of Tanjirou rejecting them and thinking about how happy they make him, Tanjirou finally makes a choice.

Nezuko nods at him.

"I'd like to get married in spring."

He chuckles when his werewolves start "attacking" him with kisses and hugs.

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hello honey can you do hcs for yandere klaus mikaelson with a reader pregnant with hope (the reader is her biological mother) the reader can be human or werewolf

TW// brutality. death. murder. pregnancy.

🤎 oh, honey, Klaus would be allllllll in. He'd give you and your little family everything he's got - he'd use all the connections he has to make sure your pregnancy is as comfortable and easy as possible

🤎 as wolves, you have heightened senses so you can sense you're pregnant before your gyn confirms it - and of course, you have to tell him before he has a chance to accidentally hear the baby's heartbeat

🤎 once you've told him, he'll freak out a bit - I can well imagine him losing his cool and screaming like a maniac (lmao) because it makes him so damn happy. It's a whole new feeling for him that he would never have thought possible. He'd probably destroy the house a bit because he doesn't know how to keep his emotions in check, and he'd hug you so tight you'd be afraid he'd crush you with his impossible strength 🫣

🤎 he can be gentle and you know that because he's shown that side of him before. But now that you're pregnant, you can expect him to dote on you like a princess and make his hybrids get you whatever you need, whenever you need it

🤎 he'll protect you even more now. Even though you're pretty strong as a wolf yourself, he knows there are some evil and crazy strong enemies out there who will want you dead as soon as they find out about your baby. So he'll want you to keep it to yourself for as long as possible

🤎 his inner control freak will come out and it will feel so overwhelming for you because you’re basically robbed of your independence now. He knows you can fight back but now it's not just about you, it's about you carrying his child under your heart. Yeah, there’s no way he's going to let you out of his sight

🤎 in the event that he has to leave you alone for a while, you can bet that he only trusts Elijah or Rebekah to look after you. No one else is allowed near you, and if they do, they're fucking dead. It's as simple as that

🤎 he's sooooo obsessed with putting his head on your belly and listening to the baby's heartbeat 🥹

🤎 he draws you. Every month. And sometimes he has treacherous tears in his eyes when he looks at you because you're just the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his thousand years 😭

🤎 remember how Klaus screamed for Hailey when the witches tried to take Hope away from her in that church? He could hear her crying in pain and fear and it killed him, even though he didn't even love her or anything

🤎 so you can imagine how he will feel and how he will react when his enemies get you in their dirty fingers - he will see so red that everything else will lose its meaning. The rage coursing through his veins will overtake him and he will not stop until all those who wanted to hurt you are begging him to kill them

🤎 because while he would devise methods of torture for anyone who dares to lay a finger on you anyway, it is quite another story now that you are pregnant with his child. Not only are they being tortured in the most sinister ways possible, they’re basically being skinned alive

🤎 Klaus has told you before how much he loves you, but now he tells you much more often and in a way that feels much more intimate

🤎 he's constantly afraid of hurting you and keeps asking you if you're OK 🥹

🤎 when he tells you that you are his, the possessiveness and obsession in his voice have reached a whole new level 🥵

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Xena reactions S1Ep11

"How can I feed my family when your taxes bleed me dry" It's giving very... 2023 I can't afford to pay rent AND food

Slay everyone pretending to be The Black Wolf

Bruhhhh...

Hoarse nees new shooos

Xena will always help a woman.

Where's Gabrielleeee

I love when Xena kicks ass

Ohhh, they know each other

We love rescuing women from dungeons

"They're sleeping" He's just resting... IN PIECES. THAT MAN IS DEAD. So sleepy

10k and boots lolll

"You want to make it look believable, don't you" xD

GABRIELLE 😘🥰😍

Her gf just got herself arrested AGAIN.

"You like my rock?" No. :|

HAH, PUNCH HIM YESSS

WOMA'AM

"I have many skills" I've said it before Xena 🤝 Vastra

Not the scam artist trying to sell shit to Gabrielle

PLS THEM ARRESTING THE MERCHANT AND NOT HER XDDDD

Omg Halloween decorations :D

Oh fuuuuuck... Are they trying to drown her???

HEHEHE >:)

And she JUMP

Ew, gross guy. Pls kick him.

Lol not the tunnel that won't work

Xena critiquing knots

"Times change people" "And people change the times"

Awwww... She admired Xena

AND THREE PROPOSALS SHDHSHS (I like to believe he had proposals from men bc he's gayyy)

HE HAS A CLOTHING LINE READY, PLSSSS

R they all gone. Yuuup

Heh, tunnel distraction.

"This was too easy" indeed...

Love how she reflects it badly on the guy

"I got no problem" Pffft she punch his noseee

Idk I don't trust the swooshy hair guy. Diomedes? Oh also. Stone guy.

"One is me, and one's a traitor"

Gabrielle's new plan to get inside the dungeon (PLS SHE'S SO HAPPY ABOUT IT)

"She's tall, beautiful, piercing blue eyes" DGDHSHSH GAY. YOU LESBIAN.

"you!" xDD

"You have a friend??" Pls

Tomatoes is not a metaphor

"But it was me you were talking about" AAAAAAA

He doesn't understand it.? WOW SHOCKER I DIDN'T KNOW THAT

This love thing came out of nowhere. Bisexual Flora ig? 😂

"Great plan, if you're a fish, which I'm not!" He's an icon he is the moment.

I kneeew it was stone guy

NOOOOOO, DON'T KILL THE FUNNY GUY

It's ok he ain't killed

Pls her absolute death glare

"You see the pointy ends of the sword thingys they're carrying? Stay away from them" Gabrielle I love you you're legit hilarious

AND HIS RESPONSE XDDD

Decapitation is so boooring (Hello cleavage, respectfully)

Damn what a weapon

Everyone's fighting again

Gabrielle babygirl I love you beating up men

Pls the salesman is so fucking funny

Awww.

"The Black Wolf chronicles" 😂

Mummmm, hugggg

WAS THAT A FOURTH WALL BREAK FROM GABRIELLE SHDHDVSH

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Writer Q&A Tag Game

Thank so much for the tag @mthollowell-writes (the og post here) and @dyrewrites (the og post here)!This was so sweet of you^^

And if you have time, please, read their posts, they're so beautiful and motivational.

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What motivates you to write?

Pretty much that I get to share a piece of myself. I'm not sure how to put it...but when I write I can sometimes feel my body relaxing and that I get to create something, anything from all the chaos that's sometimes in my head.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

It's a snippet from The Lakebed, an episode from Ulfrika's youth while she was still under the care of Master Kogar.

“Yes, Majstre. Hm…Majstre? Did you truly want to shoot me down?“ He paused, “Never, my disciple.“ He patted the young head before diving into a quick lesson about proper fishing methods and life in lakes. In the meanwhile, the sun started to come out. Unable to resist the sunlight for long without the proper clothing and skin treatment the master and his disciple decided to come back. For the last time, the Man with No Eyes looked behind where the ice was cut out. He found the right successor. Even though she’s not the typical demon nor that it’ll be an easy path. But he sensed the potential. And she deserved to get the second chance. With unusual happiness settling down and unaware of the doom he brought upon himself on that fateful day he returned home with Ulfrika.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

This might be a pretty easy answer - Princess Mei from The Flight of the Western Crane. She starts out as a shy young woman who's prone to fear and crying and she gets overwhelmed pretty easily. The more the story progresses, though, she gets more self-confident and comes out of her shell to reveal what she really is like - joyous, a slight jokester with heart of gold and even a bit of a fighter (until then she was like this only around her advisor and best/only friend Lady Wolf Witch a.k.a. Márgerdra). Mei's like... such a breath of a fresh air because I don't remember writing a character like her before. Oh, did I mention she likes hugs, too? Well, if not, then be prepared for her to hug your soul out of you. Then she'll pull you away to the nearest shop because t r i n k e t s.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Hopefully, you won't get mad at me but the outline and coming up with the plot ideas and characters. The very begining when it's up to you how the heart and soul of your story shall look like.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

I dare to say I'm pretty good at descriptions of the nature. As in the rich vocabularly and how I play around the words. I like coming up with metaphors and poetic prose sort of grew on me over the years.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

People around are truly trying to help each other. I'm still lacking quite a lot of contact but it's mostly due to me not being good with starting a conversation. But whenever I talk to is truly nice, sweet and polite which is admirable.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I'm going to be the basic bitch and say Google Docs and partialy Microsoft Word which I'll probably use sooner or later since Google Docs have problems with big files and there's also been the debate about the AI. Apart from these I also use Thessaurus a.k.a. Word Hippo and an unnamed internet dictionary. This is due to the fact that English is my 3rd language and I write my current projects in it. In other words, I sometimes can't exactly remember the word I actually want to use. So I either go and translate it for myself or I use the word hippo to find a synonym I know but I just couldn't think of in that moment.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I came t like the Blackworld itself. In short, it's a non-physical place filled with eldritch horros that can manifest in the real world and from time to time some cultures came to worship these beings as their saints, gods or patrons mostly because of the slow corruption of their minds and souls. It's not only the concept of a place that's not real but also there's so many mysteries about the Blackworld - is it just a place that's a sphere for all those entities to linger? Or is it actually an organism of its own that's capable of giving birth without being exactly alive (at least in our way of understanding)? Why does it shape according to the subconscience of those who enter it? How does it know when somebody alive enters it? Just so many questions and so little answers and those answer then spark another ten new questions.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I know this might go against the general rules but it's worked for me many times. Whenever I struggle to write I find myself a playlist, listen to it and while listening I'm re-reading my past chapters and re-editing some little details. When I can read a chapter after a chapter it's easier for me pick up on the more consistent vibe and feel of the story. And if this doesn't help either, I just take out another wip and focus on that other story.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I've already mentioned the duo who tagged me so here's the follow-up: @arijensineink @minutiaewriter @rbbess110 @rubywrite @jgmartin @faelanvance @angie-j-kay (I know you can't respond right now but I wanted to mention you since you've been such a great support, thank you^^) @anthros-vanitas-archive @your-absent-father @sam-glade

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Let me smell you

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Pairing: Wolf!Levi x Bunny!Reader

Genre and tags: Supernatural AU, modern AU, romance, fluff, love, falling in love, hybrids, slight forbidden love.

Concept: This is a fun idea I have been playing with and talking to three wonderful friends about on discord <3 Basically, Levi is a wolf and you are a bunny. Levi is the Alpha of the city and you run a bookshop. Levi spies you and falls for your scent right away. Levi pursues you, a sweet smart bunny and wants you as his lifelong mate.

I would love to add more in the future 💕

How you met

Levi felt like something in his life was missing and he knew it was his mate, but he didn't want to go on a long hunt for his mate. He inhaled deeply and caught a whiff of something beautiful. His black ears perked up, and his fluffy tail wagged in happiness. He sniffed the air and followed the wonderful scent into a bookshop.

Your long bunny ear twitched on your head as you concentrated. You reached up and slipped a book into its place. You smiled at your books and felt so much pride that your puffy tail wiggled. You put another book in place and felt excitement. You'd been open for a week and it was going so well.

You perked up at hearing the little bell on your door ring. You leaned and looked to the door to see a muscular guy with wolf ears on his head and a black tail flicking behind him. You admired his leather jacket and felt your heart skip a beat. You gasped when his steel-blue eyes locked with yours.

Levi growled at you making you visibly shiver, but not out of fear. He raced over to you making you back up against your bookshelf and dropping your books. He slammed his hands against the shelf on either side of your head. He sniffed and felt intoxicated by your scent. He leaned closer and sniffed at your neck.

You gasped a little. "S-Sir, can I help you?"

He nuzzled the crook of your neck. "Bunny."

You pouted. "Rabbit, not bunny."

Levi pulled back and gazed at your determined look. "Huh?"

You folded your arms. "I'm not a bunny, I'm a rabbit!"

He blushed a little. "Oh, sorry."

You frowned when you saw his tail wagging. "You seem excited."

"Because you're my mate."

You blushed hard. "Mate?"

He nodded. "You're my mate."

You whined a little. "I don't know who you are."

He stepped back. "Levi Ackerman, alpha of this city."

You shook his hand and said your name. "Nice to meet you."

"Let me smell you."

You blushed hard. "Smell me?"

He leaned closer and sniffed the crook of your neck. "You smell like baked treats, happiness and cuddles."

You hummed a laugh. "You're an odd one for an alpha. Most wolves don't like my kind."

"Well, they're stupid."

How he admires you

Levi leaned on the countertop of your till with his keen eyes on you. His tail swishing now and then. He felt like he was a predator watching his prey, but instead of eating the usual way he wanted to eat you in a pleasurable way. He'd been hanging around your shop for weeks now and getting closer and closer to you.

You didn't mind Levi watching you so closely. You loved his company and he helped you out a lot. Wolves were really strong, so you got Levi to help you with all sorts around the place. Plus, you rather liked Levi and felt a little sitten with him.

You stepped back and admired your special display of supernatural things because Halloween was coming soon. You bounced up and down, your fluffy tail wiggling in happiness. You loved what you did.

You squealed when your tail was bitten. You looked back to see Levi on his knees biting your tail. "Levi?"

He released your tail from his mouth. "I um..." He grabbed a book. "I was looking at this."

You wiggled your tail. "I know you're not."

He stood up and blushed. "I umm..."

You reached back and fluffed your tail up. "You're a wolf, these things happen and you see me as your mate."

He hummed. "So, you don't mind?"

You blushed and hugged yourself. "I don't, but I would be lying if I said it doesn't make me jump and get my heart racing."

"I'll try and not pounce on you as much as I have."

"Thank you."

He looked up at your ears and saw one of them slowly fold over. "Cute."

You frowned a little. "What?"

"Your ear."

You gasped and straightened them both up. "I'm sorry. How embarrassing."

He smiled. "I liked it."

You blushed a little from his words, it meant more to you than he knew. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

How he cares for you.

You hummed a little song to yourself as you made lunch for yourself and Levi. Ever since you accepted Levi's bonding mark and started dating two months ago, you'd both been inseparable. Levi had to protect you more than others because he was the alpha and like a King, plus you were a bunny and a lot of other hybrids were interested in you. Bunnies were well sort after for their fertility.

You gasped as strong arms wrapped tightly around you. You giggled as Levi nuzzled the crook of your neck and sniffed. "Hi, Levi."

He moaned in delight. "You smell so good."

You giggled. "Thank you."

He possessively curled his tail around your leg. "Pay attention to me."

"I can't, I'm cooking."

He gripped and massaged you as he sniffed your neck. "You smell so divine."

You hummed a laugh. "Wolfie, tone it down. I need to cook."

He squeezed your boobs. "When I squeeze you, you seem to release more of your lovely scent."

"Is that why you squeeze me so much?"

He hummed a laugh. "Yes, and because I love touching you."

You pulled his hands off you making him whine. "Don't sulk." You plated the food and carried it over to the dinner table. "Dinner. I cooked a lot for you. We have plenty of meat."

Levi growled as he looked at the food. "Perfect, thank you!" Levi ate his dinner fast and cleaned up. He leaned on the table and watched you. "Are you done yet?"

You ate the last bit of your dinner and hummed. "Yep."

Levi tackled you out of your seat and carried you to the sofa. He sat you down and lay on his stomach. He sniffed up your body and hummed I happiness as he did. He pushed his head under your shirt and sniffed your skin. He moved up your body causing his black ears to pop out the top of your shirt. You laughed at the little fluffy things.

Levi pulled his head from your shirt and smiled. "You're so precious to me." He kissed you and hummed in happiness. "Bunny."

How he treats you.

You hummed a laugh as Levi held your hand ran up a hill with you. You knew this was a date, but you had no clue what Levi's plan was. All you knew is Levi was taking you to a beautiful spot in a field outside of the city. He'd taken you for a drive to a cute hotel and now he was running with you.

Levi stopped and let your hand go. He whipped out a blanket and laid it down. He placed the basket down after and smiled at you with his tail wagging. "Date time!"

You looked around. "It's beautiful."

Levi stared at you in a summer dress and cute bows on your rabbit ears. "You're beautiful. I love you."

You leaned closer and kissed him. "I love you too."

Levi puffed his chest out, his blush spread on his cheeks. "I love you too."

You sat down and played with your dress. "Let's eat Wolfie."

He sat down and watched you open the basket and get food out. "You make the best food."

"Thanks." You leaned over and kissed one of his ears down and pulled back making it pop up. "Sweet mate."

Levi jumped to his feet and ran around. "Yes!"

You giggled as Levi raced around with the zoomies. "You have the zoomies. It's cute."

He tackled you and covered your face in kisses. "You're the best ever."

You smiled softly. "Are you sure you want me? I mean, most people don't think highly of my race except for us being baby makers."

"I love you. I love you for you. I don't want anyone but you. You're my mate."

You hummed a laugh. "You're mine too and I love you, always."

He massaged your ears. "Your ears are so cute. I adore them so much. I wanna nibble them."

"You nibble me a lot."

"You're fun to nibble. You taste nice and you make sexy noises."

You lightly touched his cheek. "You're so wonderful."

He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. "You're the best."