#don‘t get bitten

[eobe]

Never mess with Commander Wolffe 🐺✨ I looped this very wolffey song with a beautiful and growling voice from the Arcane series and got downright haunted – only wanted to do a quickdoodle and here we are 🙈 I absolutely recommend to listen to this song staring him back. Things may happen 👀

Get stared into the ground with the intensity of moon and sun! 🫠 @ghostymarni next level staring contest, vod 👀

Taglist: @eclec-tech @lonewolflupe @bixlasagna @returnofthepineapple @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @general-ida-raven @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @groguandthebadbatch @justanotherdikutsimp @ladylucksrogue @spaceyjessa

[siddyyyyyyyy]

You're Only Sixteen

wc: 2.2K

summary: last part of child soldier joins taskforce 141; six, five, four, three, two, one

warnings: mentions of death, brief mention of alcohol

a/n: I'm so excited but also so sad to end this small series !! I'm so thankful for all the support and kind people who read this through, I hoped this was just as much fun for you as for me. Enjoy!

After getting some rest and sleep, it‘s time to actually get some food into you. The team has left you alone even when they tried to check up on you, but you refused to go out of your bunk after the mission. Kyle gifted you a new sketchbook as promised, having given you some space afterwards. Your bitten ankle doesn‘t hurt anymore, only gets sore after standing on it for too long or after walking quite a bit, but otherwise it only hurts when applying pressure.

You really tried to get as much sleep as you could get since they gave you strict bed rest, but every time you close your eyes, you are back at the camp. Back with the other soldiers. Children, really. How your superiors didn‘t care about your teammates deaths. It was like another simple loss, as if it wasn‘t a big deal at all. Another life lost because of a small decision that wasn‘t supposed to have such a gruelling outcome.

Still, it happened, and there‘s nothing you can do about it but feel guilty. The nightmares won‘t let you rest and have become worse over the night. Besides that, you finally got the energy to actually come out of your bunk and walk to the mess hall. It‘s about lunch, and it proves by the loud chatters from other soldiers around you. Getting a tray and plate for yourself, you get something as simple as every other day and search for your team. They sit on their usual spot, not having spotted you so far.

There‘s already a pack of Capri Sun on the table beside Soap, the seat next to him empty. You sit next to him and give them a curt nod as a silent greeting. Immediately, Kyle smiles softly and seems relieved that you finally got out of your bunk and seem to walk without a limp.

Everything seems to go back to normal, having thought a lot about Riley as well, and there is no way you will let yourself stop seeing and petting her after getting bitten by a larger dog. Actually, you‘ve decided to visit Ghost‘s office today, just to see the K9.

Your lieutenant opens the door and lets you walk in after knocking, opening the door carefully to see if Riley will jump up or not. But no, she is close by his side, trying to tuck her nose into the large bag of dry dog food he is currently holding at the moment.

»Bane. Your foot better?«

He asks as he is currently refilling her bowl, Riley still trying to get her nose into the food. It sadly doesn‘t work, settling on watching her food being refilled.

»Yeah, it doesn‘t hurt anymore. Is Riley alright?«

Ghost nods in response, glancing back at the dog as he stands again. He is a bit confused on why you asked, considering she didn‘t get injured during the mission. Probably just trying to make small talk?

»As fine as always. Wanna give her treats? Don‘t worry, she won‘t bite.«

You tense at his joke, keeping the dog in your sight as you stay by the door. Just like the very first time you met her. Besides, the K9 is munching peacefully on her food, not giving you much attention for now. Ghost notices your body language, wanting to punch himself for making such a stupid joke.

Sighing out, you snap out of the slight panic building up in your body, looking back to him.

»Can I give her some treats later?«

Suddenly, he doesn‘t feel as bad anymore, nodding his head and already taking out the smaller bag of treats silently, so the dog won‘t notice it and eat her food first.

Once Riley has had her food, she notices you properly and tilts her head curiously, the sight of her ears flopping to one side makes you relax further. It‘s just Riley. The sweet K9 who just wants to play. Ghost stands by your side and hands you some treats, watching you carefully to see if you‘ll freak out or not. You kneel down to Riley‘s level and hold your hand out with some treats in it, watching her approach happily and immediately start munching off your palm. The feeling is a bit tinglish, feeling her tongue lick at your palm and wet nose brush against your wrist lightly as she eats, but she seems peaceful. The K9 acts too fast to have time to panic, looking at you already after some seconds. The treat in your hand is gone, Riley wants more.

This makes you look back up to Ghost, both asking silently for another treat. He can‘t help but find this amusing, handing you a few more treats before getting back to his desk and hiding the treats from the dog for now.

While you feed her more, it gets easier to feel more comfortable, and you pet her again, her tongue sticking out as she sits beside you and lets you pet and scratch around her back. The room settles into a comfortable silence as Ghost works at his desk and you sit together on the floor with Riley. Time goes by, and another knock sounds from the door, shortly after Soap comes in. He pauses once he sees you on the floor beside Riley, not having expected to see you near a dog so soon. He points at you, about to start talking, before Ghost interrupts him.

»Why are you here, Johnny?«

Soap presses his lips together before he looks back at Ghost, getting straight to the point.

»Team‘s going out to a pub, celebrating mission, and all…« his eyes land on you, he gestures once more, »you won‘t get any alcohol.«

You can‘t help but roll your eyes at that, having assumed as much and didn‘t even try to ask for any. Ghost glances briefly at you again before giving Soap a small nod.

»When?«

»Tonight.«

Soap chirps back, making the other man grumble something under his breath. Of course they would tell him that late. You continue to pet Riley beside you, her tail wagging lightly from side to side as she watches the interaction. And, naturally, Soap can‘t help but walk over and give Riley his own few pets on her head, and coo at her like a silly idiot.

»Tonight at eight, by the way. Have a good day, you two.«

Waiting at the entrance, there‘s Price already waiting beside Soap, seeing them for the first time in civilian clothes. And seeing the captain wear a beanie hat was something you hadn‘t expected to see, but it suits him. You stand beside them shortly after having the other two arrive.

You really wanted to ask how they would let a sixteen-year-old into a pub, but it seems like they aren‘t concerned about it at all.

Walking beside Ghost, you could only do so much, considering you are both not very talkative in any way and you already spent some time with him under the company of Riley. The weather is rather grey as usual, having a chilly wind with it. But the orange-red sign at the pub and other neonsigns around it seems to warm the atmosphere up. You stay beside Ghost as you walk into the smaller pub, being hit with the smell of different liquors and alcohol in general. It makes you scrunch up your nose lightly, keeping your expression as neutral as possible. The team sits down at a table in a corner, having a view to the exit and overall bar.

You take a seat beside Ghost, the table being round and seats comfy. For a pub, it seems pretty relaxing and calm, if not cosy, so far. The man orders themselves a few drinks, Price going to the bartender to actually order them before sitting back at the table. It feels useless to sit here with them, but you also actually enjoy their company. If it wasn‘t the light smell of alcohol lingering in the air, you would‘ve probably enjoyed it more. So far, the four men are chatting and poking mostly fun at each other, staying in your seat for now and just admiring the tall, different-coloured bottles sitting at the shelves behind the bartender. Watching him handle the glasses and customers at the same time is admiring.

You can‘t help but notice the table is a little too big for just five people, making you wonder if there should be more to come. Your speculations are soon thrown away once you see three familiar people walk in, one of them looking especially happy to be here.

Farah, Alex, and the friendly pilot walk to your table, greeting you all. Farah takes a seat at your left, greeting you as well. Nikolai goes to the bartender to order the rest of the drinks, sitting at the table again with a small groan. The conversations start to fill the table again, not feeling as bored anymore now that Farah is there, having some sense of excitement in you.

Before you could think more to yourself, you are pulled out of your thoughts, Farah nudging you lightly.

»How‘s your ankle? Any better?«

You nod shortly in response, glancing down to your ankle under the table briefly.

»It doesn‘t hurt anymore. Healing nicely, without infections.« Farah seems relieved by that answer, taking a small sip of her bottle of beer.

»We put the dogs into a clinic, gave them a safe shelter. I‘m sure they‘ll find friendly homes once they get better.«

This information makes you relieved, knowing very well these dogs only acted the way they were trained to. They didn‘t know why they attacked people.

Farah gets thoughtful suddenly, steering the conversation to something different as her eyes land on your team.

»How did you manage to get a kid in?«

Price shrugs lightly in response, seemingly unbothered and having no worries about that.

»That‘s how you find out that the UK‘s pubs don‘t give a fuck about that.«

He takes a sip from his drink, making Farah huff out. She‘s surprised they didn‘t offer you alcohol so far. Not that Soap forbid you alcohol even before you went into the pub.

But that makes you notice something again, wanting to ask and find out, before Price interrupts and questions you directly.

»Now, we didn‘t come here to just celebrate the mission. I, especially the team, have an important question for you.«

He leans his forearms onto the table, having the luck that he practically sits right in front of you at the round table.

»Actually, you have a choice this time. Stay here with our team, fight with us, or drop it all and build yourself a better life.« His voice gets a bit rougher towards the end, leaning back again and cocking his head to the side. »Your choice, kid.«

It grows quiet, eyes on you, and awaiting your finally choice. It‘s tough, but you are sure that dropping this, will just lead you to being even more unstable, having nothing else to do. This is the only thing you know how to do correctly, you trust these people with all your life. Getting a proper life now would make you scared, terrified even. You have no idea what to do with yourself, and school isn‘t an option as well. Before you could overthink anything even more, you answered him surely.

»I‘m staying.«

The slight tension drops, getting some smiles from the rest and an approving nod from Price. There‘s a small ‚I knew it!‘ from Soap, seemingly happy you are staying with the team. Of course, you are also afraid of never seeing these people again by choosing to get a normal life. Lacking the knowledge of their status, dead or alive. You‘d rather not think about it, instead staying relaxed in your seat.

The triumph doesn‘t last long, finally getting to ask your question as you look at Farah beside you.

»Why did you fly all the way here? Not just for this, right?«

Farah takes you in before shooting Price a short glance. »That old man didn‘t tell you?«

After a small shake of your head, she presses her lips together and sighs out through her nose.

»I guess it‘s time for him to finally clear the air. Why are we really here, Price?«

The table falls silent again, the atmosphere getting thicker again. Filled with a sense of aniticipation, but not like before.

Finally, he sets his drink down, subtly taking out a small paper from his jacket. He sets on a more serious expression than before, seeming more dark and gravy. He lets the smaller piece of paper slide towards Gaz first beside him, the sergeant taking a look at it before sliding to the next, Soap. He takes a look, sliding it to Ghost, before it finally lands to you, taking a look at the picture. Seemingly a mugshot from an older man, dark-haired with sharp features. The man does seem just a little familiar to you, letting it slide face down to Farah. It‘s too bad you can‘t recognise the man yet, trying not to make any assumptions as well. The picture makes a full round before it lands back at Price, feeling how the atmosphere shifted dangerously quick. Even Nik looks ready to kill.

Price speaks up again, shadows falling into his face that make him look about as scary as a storm.

»Makarov.«

BONUS

[djangari]

Tattoo AU (Part 1/?)

I don't know the word punctuality, so here you got the first part [kinda unedited sorry] - 1650 words

Bez controls his station once again, ensuring everything he will need is prepared, sterile and in the correct position. Then he spins his stool towards the clock, looking at the larger pointer and realises that not even five minutes have passed since the last time he has done this.  

“Have you not taken your medication today, or what is going on with you?“ Vale sticks his head through the door, staring very annoyed at him. “No, of course I have taken it!“, Bez protests. He surely hasn’t forgotten to take his medication- Has he? He notices his foot tapping along to the tact of Last Christmas. - Did Luca leave on his bad Christmas playlist once again? They talked about that!- No, No, he can remember eating and then taking the pills with tap water, because he was too late to go in the kitchen and get a glass. It was important to be on time today. His regulars know he tends to be late for a few minutes and they don’t care so he hasn’t had to change yet but today is special. Today he has his appointment.  

Bez nearly sighs, as he remembers the beautiful brown curls, the soft looking plumb but thin lips, the brown eyes he could lose himself in for hours... 

Vale snaps in front of his eyes to get his attention back. Embarrassed, Bez stares up to him, eyes narrowing as he sees the smug grin on the other man's face. This doesn‘t means anything good- “Why don‘t you hang up the Christmas decorations? I want it to look nice here in time for the first of December and you don‘t have any clients for the next half hour. I checked with Luca.“ Hesitant, Bez glimpses over to the big stencil. He still needs to check if the print was successful and if every other of the three spare prints is good as well. “Your client surely will love it, when he comes in and everything already looks great.“ Sold.  

Energetic he stands up and goes on search for the storage boxes. “Migno has already brought the ladder into the waiting room.“, Vale calls after him. Bez is already too focussed on his new task to answer in any other way than simply giving him a thumbs up, while speeding towards the entry.  

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Half an hour later, the plastic tree stands in the corner of the waiting room, overloaded with fairy lights and neoncolored Christmas baubles, the paper stars hang in the glass front of the store and Bez balances on the ladder, fighting with the quite ugly pine garland. It just doesn’t want to stay on the nails, where it belongs during winter times. With another frustrated snort, Bez stretches a little more, hopefully just enough to finally reach the last nail...  

“Just move the ladder”, Luca comments from behind the counter, where he stood the last five minutes and watched him struggle after saying goodbye to his last client of the day.  

“Or you could maybe help me instead of laughing, just a suggestion.” Bez bites back and goes onto his toes. Yeah, nearly there... 

The entry door swings wide open, and the bell Bez just hung up five minutes ago rings. “Oh, there you are”, Luca greets the new arrival. “I think you have to wait a minute, you see Bez is a bit busy right now.”  

Bez attention shifts when he hears his name, and he risks a glimpse down.  

There he stands... Those perfect curls, lurking out from under the red hat, nose and cheeks coloured in bright pink due to the cold outside, his slightly bitten lips hidden beneath the big matching red scarf.  

Bez loses balance and crashes down the short ladder, tearing down the garland with him. He lands onto his back, limps in the air, like a helpless beetle, and for a short moment the world blurs before his eyes. Black points dance in his field of view and cover most of it.  

He blinks once, twice, and then the world shifts back to normal, luckily without seeing double.  

Pecco- No, Francesco, he corrects himself- is only centimetres away from his face, examining him, eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Bez wonders how a human can look so pretty. Maybe he is no human. Maybe he is an angel, send from heaven to save him.  

Only after a few seconds of losing himself in those big lovely brown eyes, does he realize that he is in fact talking to him. “Can you follow my finger with your eyes?”, the angel asks him and moves said finger to the left and the right. Marco follows his instructions very willingly. “Okay, I think he might have a concussion.”, the angel says to a person standing on their right side. The giant sighs and grabs his head. “Of course he would manage to do that. Should we get him to the hospital?” His angel shrugs. “Would be best. Didn’t wanted to see my boss again before next week, but I could clock in for overtime and examine him. Quickest way to get in and out and additionally get the good drugs.” As his angel mentions it, Bez feels his head aching and pounding. “Why does the world turn?”, he mutters and moves closer to his angel until his head rests in his very comfortable lap.  

“Yeah, that definitely seems like a concussion. Do you help me to get him up?” Wait, what.  

Marco notices how his feet suddenly dangle in the air, without touching any ground. Confused he turns his head to look at Luca, who holds him close to his chest and moves towards the door. “Wait, no, we can’t go without the angel.” Laughing is audible, both from Luca and from behind him. Blushing, he realises Francesco stood behind him and supports his head, well now he also pets his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll come with you. Someone needs to drive.” Luca still won’t stop laughing. So, Bez raises his hand and slaps him on the shoulder. “This is all your fault. If you would have helped me, I wouldn’t have fallen in the first place!”, he hisses, his head now a lot clearer. “If you hit me again, I’ll drop you.”, Luca warns him yet giggling between words. Marco pulls back to pout.  

They stop before the door, facing a problem none of them had considered. How they should open the inward-swinging door to walk through. And then lock it up. Migno said goodbye over an hour ago and Vale also excused himself a few minutes after talking with Bez to ‘pick up a friend’. Everyone who knows Vale knows that that is basically a code for ‘Marc just sent me a message, I need to pay him attention’. But nothing of this solves their problem in any way, because the point is, they aren’t here. Luca exchanges a look with Pecco, holding a silent discussion with the result that it is best for them when he hands over Bez and get the keys.  

Before he realises what is going on, Bez gets passed over like an oversized toddler. However, any protest dies as he leans his head onto Francescos shoulder and stares into his wonderful eyes. “Angel”, he whispers and holds a bit closer onto him. Francesco chuckles and grins at him as if he just found out a secret.  

All of a sudden, Bez remembers something. “We have to reschedule. Your tattoo. I prepared everything, but I can’t tattoo you like this.” “This was kind of obvious. And it's not a problem. I can certainly free up some time in my calendar soon.”, Francesco calms him down with his beautiful smirk.  

“Ok, I got the keys and I messaged Vale, can you two now postpone flirting until later and we get going? I have another client in about two hours, would be great if I would be back.” Luca closes in from behind and effectively manages to disrupt the conversation.

Francesco looks away, like he has been caught being naughty, just the slightest touch of red on his cheeks, while Bez wishes he could murder Luca with his glare. But sadly, the younger man doesn’t care, he walks right past them, holds the door open so Pecco can carefully carry Bez outside and then he turns the open sign, locks up the store, before he sits down in the driver seat of his car and waits until Francesco has arranged a surprisingly now very flustered Bez in the back seat and got in himself. He adjusts the rearview mirror, grins happily, starts the car and the radio begins to play.

Bez groans. How could he forget this. “Let's make a trip to the hospital.”, Luca says and parks out, all while the Jonas brothers da-dom-dom-dom away.  

I can’t deny what I’m feeling inside 

Nothin’ fake about the way you bring me to life 

You make every day feel like it’s Christmas 

Every day that I’m with you 

[drelldreams]

Salarian anatomy headcanon: Adressing the myth of salarians being a weak species

Salarians are an incredibly physically powerful species, though they are commonly underestimated and stereotyped as being weak. While salarian muscles are not as dense, giving them less physical strength, salarians are immensely tough in many ways:

Salarian skeletons, for instance, are more tough and durable than human skeletons. This is because they‘re to large parts made out of connective tissue and cartilage, like a shark‘s skeleton. Salarians usually take less damage than many other species (i.e humans, asari) from fall damage or blows. Krogan may joke about salarian skulls being squishy, but that actually serves to protect their skull more. Killing a human by striking blows against their sensitive areas (chest, head) is far easier than it would be with a salarian. So while salarians may not have great offensive capability with their hands and legs alone, their defenses are quite strong.

Their skeletal structure provides additional benefits. Aside from the canon of increased flexibility giving them an edge in combat, the skeletal structure also allows the salarian‘s jaw to be more flexible and gives them stronger bite force. In that way they’re similar to sharks as well. So don‘t get bitten by a salarian, it hurts like a motherfucker.

Given their durable skeleton, superior reflexes, increased flexibility and strong bite force, that actually makes salarians formidable hand to hand combat opponents against humans. In a worst case scenario, a salarian could use their bite to kill a human.

Salarian skin is also tough and thick compared to human skin, protecting better against cuts, burns and scrapes.

Their metabolism helps them fight off poisons and toxins quickly — up to ten times faster than humans. So keep that in mind when using a tranquilizer on a salarian.

Injury, lack of food or water and exhaustion does not affect a salarian‘s mental capacity as much as a human‘s. Even when injured, thirsty, hungry or exhausted, salarians retain a great degree of their usual cognitive functions. Salarians will exploit such weakness in aliens.

[silversetdiaries]

Day 11:

Look at that! I was swimming in the sea! Diving for all the creatures is so much fun. I hope i don‘t get bitten by a shark.

There is also a new bridge planned for Chanterell but we‘re still missing a lot of donations. Seems like i have to do most of the donating alone 🥲

~Elsa

[bartonsarcheryacademy]

In Celebration of Spooky season- Have my Vampire!Bucky/ human!Clint AU. If someone would like to make an art piece for this, I‘d be over the moon happy !!

BITTERSWEET

Chapter I

"Bucky !! Come here!!"

Clint reached for the remote control of the TV and turned the volume up as the sound of footsteps announced his boyfriend's approach. The news show running at that moment was showing a street in downtown Manhattan, crowded with spectators, and blue and red lights flickering over the fronts of surrounding buildings.

"This morning, another body was found. Drained of all blood and left to be found right next to the street, young Michelle Thompson appears to be the third victim of a rogue vampire roaming the streets of New York City. Authorities have announced to double the numbers of their nightly patrolling officers and follow every lead there is to pursue to .."

Clint turned the TV off before the woman had finished her words. He looked up at Bucky, who stood next to the couch, his face stoic and closed up, arms crossed in front of his chest.

"You shouldn't go out tonight," Clint finally told him. That got Bucky's attention. He slowly turned his head and looked at him, raising his eyebrow slowly. Clint knew that look. Bucky was about to fight him.

"Of course I will go. I've been putting it off long enough."

IT being feeding. His boyfriend, vampire and incredibly stubborn, had been getting ready to go out to one of the best clubs of the city to find a human he could feed from. A consenting and legally mature adult. The clubs weren't a secret, frequently checked over by authorities and always full of people looking for the adrenalin kick of a bite. Only now there were more police roaming the street than usual. Clint knew those situations. It wasn't the first time this was happening, but the first time his boyfriend was in the immediate area of it happening. He was basically walking ground zero.

"Bucky!" Clint got up and stood in front of him, face mirroring Bucky's stubborn expression. "There's a fucking rogue vampire out there draining people. You know how humans get when this happens! They won't even need a reason to jump you!"

"Aren't you a bit overreacting right now?"

Clint looked upset. "Overreacting? Did you forget about the Brooklyn incident?" His voice pitched higher.

Bucky pursed his lips. "Of course I didn't!"

Yeah, neither of them could forget that. A radical anti vampire group, had forcefully entered a club at the beginning of the year, slaughtering more than three dozen vampires in front of other guests. There had been no reasons for them to carry out their murders, other than them hating vampires. They had killed them and traumatized everyone around, guests who had been willing to be bitten, staff members and people in front and around the club. It had been one of Bucky's favorite clubs when he had been younger.

"This just screams for more shit like that to happen, Buck. This is the reason they need to go batshit crazy. It's not safe out there! Not at those clubs!"

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and raised a brow.

„What do you want me to do instead? Starve? Because here is news for you- I need to feed every now and then!“

Clint was about to lose it. Of course he knew that Bucky needed the blood and a part of him was unhappy about it each single time. As a turned and not born vampire, he had needed quite some time to get used to the new diet.

„You know the answer is easy.“ Clint‘s voice was absolutely serious. His eyes locked with Bucky who narrowed his and threw his hands in the air when he realised what Clint was talking about.

„No! I‘ve told you a hundred times I am not going to bite you!“

„Why not? It‘s the safest way. I do it without a fuss and you don‘t have to go out looking for someone!“

„Because I say so, Clint! Because I need more than one human can provide and I am not going to put your life on the line for this!“

"You wouldn't kill me!"

Bucky was losing his patience with Clint's stubbornness.

"Of course I wouldn't!! I got myself under control, Barton!"

"Oh, it's Barton now? Don't be fucking pissed with me for caring, Barnes. "

Bucky's eyes were darker than usual when they locked with Clint's across the room. He took a few deep breaths and then closed the distance between them. His hand went into Clint's hair at the back of his head, pulling hard enough to force his head back.

"Listen to me you stubborn idiot. I'm not pissed about your care. I'm aggravated about your refusal to understand that feeding from you in the amount I need to keep up my strength, would kill you. Not right away, but in a shorter time than you think. I am not risking your health and life. For nothing. Not even myself, you hear me?"

Clint wanted to protest. I wanted to tell him that he didn't care about getting sick. He didn't want to die of course, but if it meant keeping Bucky safe until the situation had calmed down? He would damn well be ready to feel drained, pun intended, for a while. Instead of throwing that at Bucky, he brought his arms up and around his boyfriend. He buried his face against his chest as soon as Bucky let go of his hair.

"I'm scared to lose you. Ever since…that Brooklyn thing I…"

"Shhh.." Within a matter of seconds Bucky softened, caressed Clint's neck. "I know that was scary, babe. Your trust is honoring, but you need to understand that I can't feed from you alone. I don't want you to be scared, but it's just not possible to avoid going out."

Clint hugged him tighter and closed his eyes when feeling Bucky kiss the top of his head. "Okay…" He breathed out the word in defeat. He had to let Bucky go. He knew that. No matter how scared he was about him potentially not coming back. Keeping him home would mean he was starving. He hated this.

"It's late already, babe. You should go to bed anyway. I'm back before you know it."

He wished it would work like that. He knew it wouldn't. He always worried too much and even when Bucky kissed him breathless a minute later, he couldn't let go of the anxiety he felt about him going out.

The night became as shitty as expected. Clint kept tossing and turning, waking up at least once every hour. He checked the time again and again, groaning in frustration. He got up for some water, sent Bucky a message, and went back to bed. He woke up again to Bucky's side of the bed still empty and cold. He was about to crawl up the walls with despair, when the door to their apartment finally opened. Silent like a cat, Bucky entered their bedroom. Clint watched him drop his clothes in the moonlight falling through the window. The second Bucky spooned up against his back, he felt so relieved his eyes started to tear up. A shuddering breath gave his feelings away.

"It's okay I'm.here. I'm sorry it took so long."

"You smell like smoke and booze."

"And you don't mind." Bucky smirked and kissed Clint's neck, right below his eyes where he could feel his pulse calm down. "Sleep now, babe."

Clint didn't protest, instead he took Bucky's arm and hugged it against his chest, nuzzling his cheek into the palm of Bucky's hand and finally drifted into deeper, restful sleep.

[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

Hi, I wanted to ask, what do you think about this vampire theory? When I first read it on Tumblr I thought it was stupid. But than I found this article on netflixjunkie and researched about Kas in the DND-Wikia. And suddenly the theory doesn't sound as stupid anymore...? Especially since Kas was even mentioned in the first episode of season 4! Eddie could be healed from his wounds by the vampiric powers after being bitten by bats, could fight Vecna (1/2)

(2/2) and then either being cured from the vampiric curse through El (who after all could resurect Max…) or it vanishes after the victory. I don‘t believe the Duffer brothers have planned this, but it could be a solution after the shitstorm they are receiving right now (there even is a petition on change org). I don‘t know, I don‘t really believe it and don‘t want to get my hopes to high, but this theory is besides fix-it-fics (btw ty for yours!) the only thing keeping me sane right now.

Kas came to my mind as soon as I was done crying. I had tried to put the theory into words early on, like hours after the finale, but I wasn't able to articulate myself well enough to explain it to non D&D people. When I finally found words everyone and their mother already posted about it so I didn't hahaha.

I don't think the Duffers will do it because they're too dumb. I have my own turn on the theory I'd love to put into a fanfic but it'd be a monster and I doubt many people would read it lmao. They're also welcome to send me their email and I'll write them a full script to it np.

Let's say they do bring him back as Kas. I don't think he'll be a vampire or anything supernatural. My idea would be that Vecna currently doesn't have a body but his soul or whatever is still around. So with the little power he has left he resurrects Eddie, who has to serve him as a right hand man (like Kas). Maybe Eddie has memory loss, maybe he only agrees because he wants to see his friends again, maybe the evil influence gets to his head, whatever. End of the day he returns to Hawkins and is like a spy for Vecna while Vecna gathers his strenght again. Kas!Eddie basically has to help Vecna do bad things but spending time with his friends gets Kas!Eddie back to his old self more, especially with Dustin.

Kas has this really cool sword in the D&D lore that ultimately urges him to take Vecna's power. I like to imagine that in this universe, Dustin is "the sword", finding the truth about Eddie and his miracle return and then telling him to defeat Vecna.

In lore, Kas betrays and slays Vecna but because Eddie is not a main character, I like the idea of him betraying and then somehow wounding Vecna or doing something that gives El an opening to destroy Vecna once and for all.

For some drama purposes Eddie would also fall to the ground because without Vecna, no Kas!Eddie but by this point in S5 El either turns back time to an alternative timline where all the shit never happens or she can just make him live with her super cool new convenient powers.

Aka Eddie will live and get his diploma at some point lmao.

[selfcarecap]

if you’re taking requests I’d love a Peter story where the reader is feeling horrible because of bad stretch marks and he makes her feel better about them by making a big deal of how amazing they are 🥺

Warnings: insecurities, mentions of weight gain/loss, a lil bit suggestive like a few mentions of sex

-this is a repost of an old fic-

You feel Peter‘s hand trailing up the back of your thigh, slowly reaching your butt.

You‘re both on your bed, just hanging out. You were looking at memes together, cuddling, but it seems like Peter got bored of them, and now he‘s lying further down on the bed, just trying to be close to you.

His touch is innocent but it makes you nervous.

Now his fingers brush the side of your thigh- right there.

You turn your hips so you‘re lying on his hand, stopping him from touching you. “That’s too close,” you say.

“Too close to what?” He asks, confused, pulling his hand away from underneath you, lifting your shirt instead to lay his hand on your stomach.

You grab his hand, pushing it away.

Confusion flashes through his eyes once more, and he sits up, “What’s wrong?”

“Just... don’t go too close to my stretch marks,” you say, looking down at your phone to avoid his eyes.

He’s quiet and when you look up at him he’s got his eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

“Please don‘t touch my stretch marks,” you repeat, pulling your shirt down again, and making sure your cotton shorts are covering up your ass as good as possible.

“What, why? There‘s nothing wrong with them. I really like them actually,” he leans down to kiss your stretch marks but you pull away.

“I don‘t like them so could you please leave them alone,” you turn around with a huff, looking at your phone.

You see him take off his shirt from the corner of your eye, “Peter, I’m not in the mood. What are you doing?”

“I know, but look. Come here,” he says.

You turn around again. All you can see are his back muscles and you don’t know what he wants you to do.

“What now?” You ask.

He turns his head to the side, and now you’ve got his back and his jawline to look at.

“They should be here somewhere.” He says, his fingers reaching behind his back.

Soon you see what he’s trying to show you.

Right there on his lower back, Peter has stretch marks. Some more red, some faded, matching the colour of his skin.

“I didn’t know you had these,” you say as you trail them with your fingers.

“You don‘t see me from the back that often, I guess. But loads of guys have stretch marks too and no one cares, so I don‘t get why women are shamed for having them.”

He’s about to turn around again, but you bend down and lightly press a few kisses to them. They’re beautiful.

“Do you have stretch marks anywhere else?”

“I used to have them on my hips but they‘ve faded. Actually, for a while I had them everywhere, because after I was bitten I grew and gained muscle over night so obviously the skin stretched and it left stretch marks. But they’re gone now. I guess my back must have stretched the most, that’s why the stretch marks are still there,” he shrugs.

He turns around again, pulling his shirt back on.

“You heal faster than normal humans, right? Why have the stretch marks on your back not healed then?” You ask.

“The word ‘heal’ implies that they’re unhealthy or bad and need to be fixed. But there‘s nothing wrong with my stretch marks and there‘s nothing wrong with your stretch marks either.”

Now you feel stupid.

You never meant to say anything bad about his stretch marks. You like his. Why don’t you like them on yourself? You hope one day you will.

“There’s nothing wrong with them,” Peter continues, “And in fact I actually think they‘re quite sexy.”

You throw him a look, unimpressed, “Okay. Maybe I can believe that there‘s nothing wrong with them but you can‘t tell me they‘re sexy.”

“Who out of us two listens to that City Girls song?”

“What City Girls so-“

“Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger,” Peter sings without missing a beat, sassy and in the melody of the song too.

You giggle at how cute he is, and honestly, he has a point.

“You’re my little Tiger,” he says. This time you fully laugh out loud as he attempts a little roar and bites into your ass where your stretch marks are.

A second later he sits back up, “No but I really do love them. I love them a lot. I love seeing them when I take you from behind, can‘t believe I’ve never told you that.”

Your mouth falls open and your face gets hot. “You won’t ever be in that position again then.”

“That’s okay. As long as I still get to see the cute ones on your stomach.”

“Peter, stop,” you say, not fully meaning it, when he starts littering your stomach with kisses.

“What? Stretch marks are a normal part of your body. Isn‘t it so cool how our bodies just change while we change and go through life? I don‘t want you to feel bad about them. I wish you could see them how I see them so you could love them too.”

He lifts your shirt again, waiting for you to stop him. But you nod and he buries his face in your skin, kissing you a thousand times.

Although you love having Peter so close, your thoughts won’t shut up.

You know Peter is being serious. He’s not just saying it to be nice, he really does love your stretch marks just like he loves the rest of your body.

Thinking back to what he just showed you, you thought the stretch marks on his back were kind of cool.

So you wonder again, why can’t you think the same way about your own body?

Maybe it’s because the patriarchy and capitalism constantly create new ridiculous beauty standards that make women feel bad and insecure about their bodies so that they spend money on products that are supposed to fix things that shouldn’t even be an issue in the first place in order to feel worthy and feel better about themselves, further feeding into those standards—... or something like that, maybe.

“Okay maybe they‘re not that bad. But you will not call me or any parts of my body Tiger,” you say.

“Tigers are actually the most powerful and in my opinion most beautiful cat species living today,” Peter says casually.

You smile at him and get up, walking in front of your full length mirror.

Turning to the side, you lift your shorts a little, exposing the stretch marks on your thighs. Through the mirror you see Peter looking at you, licking his lips.

You lift your shorts up even more, looking at the stretch marks on your ass.

You don’t exactly love them. But you’re starting to see that they might not be that bad after all. They’re kind of cute, even.

Peter walks over to you, plopping down to his knees next to you.

He looks up at you for approval, and you smile when his arms wrap around your thighs. “So gorgeous,” he mumbles, kissing his way up your thighs and your stretch marks.

“What about these though?” You ask, pulling your shirt up.

You look at the stretch marks on your belly, and some loose skin that you have from losing and gaining weight.

“These are just as beautiful,” he grins at you, moving in front of you.

His kisses along your belly tickle, and Peter looks up at you in pure adoration when he hears you laugh.

The stretch marks are not your best friends yet, and maybe they’ll never be. But you feel less insecure about them already.

Maybe one day you can love them too.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Who knew brooms could be so useful

Bored soo here we go :D I dont even known if people read this, buuut idc ima post anyway - Have fun besties

Warnings: 18+, um James‘ broom? *nervous smile*

Part two

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„Sirius, Marlene and I want to practice, wanna come?“

„Why should I, s‘not like you pay me any attention when I do...“

„Well, you could sit there and look pretty?“

„Sod off Potter, I‘m not your cheerleader.“

„Oh c‘mon love, you don‘t wanna see your sexy lover boy all sweaty and glistening in the sun?“

„Merlin, James you are a pain...Alright go ahead, I‘ll join you in a bit.“

James cheered and pressed a quick kiss on your shoulder, before he pushed away from his position behind the couch and ran to the quidditch pitch. You sigh and pack your bag to go join the fool. James is a pain, but he is your pain and really hot so you don‘t mind admiring the way his strong thighs wrap around his broom, or the way he stetches his arms above his head and his shirt rides up to show his toned stomach. And James simply adores the idea of his girlfriend seeing him play, it gets him so exited and giddy, you can‘t help but give in.

„You need a medal for keeping up with the boy“, Remus said as he took your place on the couch. „I do, don‘t I,“ you reply, laughing softly and shake your head fondly.

„You don‘t wanna come? I‘m sure you wouldn‘t mind watching as well...“

„Wipe that smug grin off your face Mrs. Potter or I will scratch it off.“

„Calm your claws kitty, I‘m merely jesting. But you sure?“

„Yes, I‘m sure, I don‘t fancy Sirius, okay?“

„Who said anything about Sirius?“

Remus glared at you and you just grinned back, obviously enjoying his embarrassment.

„C‘mon Remus, it‘ll be fun. Come oooon.“

„Promise to tell me if I stare too hard? Or accidentally drool?“, Remus asked, his lips twitching upwards. „Yes you silly boy, I‘ll smack you out of it. Now c‘mon lets go, they are waiting“, you said, tugging him up by his arm and the both of you followed after James.

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You and Remus had been sitting outside, watching the others practice for nearly two hours now, cheering them on and placing bets, on who is flying the fastest.

„Alright, enough, I need a break from you“, Marlene puffed out flying towards you and Remus to snatch a water bottle.

„Fuck you, Marlene just cuz‘ you can‘t cope with all this swag.“ Sirius.

You looked at Remus sharply, „Did you teach him the word swag, Kitty?“

„Merlin no, I couldn‘t live with the embarrassment of him saying that in my presence. He probably got it from Lils.“

„What‘s so bad about me saying that?“, Sirius scoffed, offended. „You act as if I‘m a posh boy, who doesn‘t know how to be rowdy.“

Silence.

„Sorry mate, but you are the poshest of em‘ all.“

„Fuck off, James. You are aren‘t exactly punk either. Don‘t act like you still don‘t hold up your pinky when you drink tea.“

„That was one time, Padfoot, let it go!“

„Guys, shut up. Sirius, Remus has been complaining about his appetite for the last forty minutes, for the love of quidditch go and eat with him“, you said pleadingly, throwing a suggestive smile towards Remus when you heard him take in a sharp breath.

„Fine, c‘mon Moons, I‘m starving.“ Remus threw you a look that said ‚I don‘t known if I should kiss you or kill you‘, making you grin at him and send him a quick kiss.

„They still haven‘t figured it out, have they darling?“

„Nope, m‘still working on it. Both of em‘ are thick in the head.“

„Alright, get up I wanna show you something“, James said smiling eagerly and tugged you up so you could sit on his broom, your back pressed to his sweaty chest.

„Nothing dangerous I hope...“, you mused, turning your head over your shoulder to give him a long, filthy kiss on his lips. He immediately kissed you back, hands around your waist tugging you backwards and moaned a little into your parted mouth.

„Fuck, what was that for?“

„You really have no idea just how much I enjoy seeing you play, do you. Fuck James, seeing you like that, so commanding and sweaty and passionate makes me so hot. That‘s why I never want to watch, you make me sound like a needy slut.“

„Fuck darling, I had no idea. Merlin, I need you..“, he stuttered out, panting hard when your ass grazed over his cock, both of you still on the broom.

James took off on his broom, his hold on you tightening and flew to a secluded place by the lake, away from the prying eyes at Hogwarts. He landed on the ground, your knees on the grass still sitting on the broom and his hand curled around the roots of your hair, tugging your head to rest on his shoulder and kissed you deeply. His other hand ran down your body to rest on your breast, pinching your nipples softly and making its way to your stomach. He caresses your thighs, hand moving towards your aching pussy and slowly moved his hand under your skirt to gently play with your cothed pussy. You let your mouth fall open and gasped quietly, head turning to suck on the salty skin of his neck and grinded down on his hand, hoping to get some friction on your swollen clit. You could hear him breathe heavily in your ear, his cock straining against his joggers.

„James, baby, stop teasing I need to cum, please..“

„Get yourself off on my broom and I‘ll let you have my cock, pretty girl. Can you do that f‘me?“

You stopped moving and turned your head to look at him. He stopped moving his hand as well, pretty eyes staring into yours, almost innocently, and cocked his head to the side. „Well, can you?“

Fuck, yes. Yes you could. You wanted to.

„Yes, James.“ He smiled at your eager tone and murmured a quiet, „Go ahead“, before ripping apart your panties and hiking up your skirt to watch you closely. He spit on his fingers and rubbed them against your pussy lips as you slowly began to grind down onto the broom underneath you, your pace slow and hesitant.

„Come on, darling, where is your enthusiasm from before? I thought I had you all hot and bothered, hmm.“

When you still didn‘t move faster he tugged your head back to look in your eyes.

„Don‘t test my patience, we both know that you are a needy slut, stop acting all shy now. You want my cock, you work for it.“

You whimpered at that, hips suddenly grinding down harded on his fingers and broom, the thought of him not fucking you with his cock making you ache.

„Atta girl, there we go. Jus‘ like that, fuck you‘re so hot. You like fucking my broom? Hm? Like humping it like the greedy slut you are? My greedy slut, ah“, his voice cut off with a moan. His cock rubbed against your ass and hearing him moan so closely in your ear made you go harded, grinding your clit on his broom, focused on being good for him.

„James, m‘gonna cum, ah ah James“

„Good girl, cum for me. Cum for me, cum all over my broom, yes“

You came hard, hips stuttering, pussy clenching around nothing. You leaned back against him, legs trembling and he kissed you, hands rubbing gently at your bare legs.

„Fuck, love you‘re so hot, I need you so bad. Please let me have you, please“, James whined.

„Fuck me Jamie, m‘yours. Take me, get yourself off.“

He picked you up by your underarms, flipping you to lay on your back, tugging down his joggers. His brows are furrowed, lips bitten raw, shiny and red as he rubbed the head of his cock against your leaking slit, before slowly sliding in. His forehead came to rest on yours as he looked deep in your eyes and kissed you again, rocking his hips and finally fucking you hard. He moaned at the feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around his hard cock and went faster, fucking you brutally against the ground hands intertwining with yours as he placed them beside your head.

„I can‘t get enough of you darling, fuck, you make me feel so good. Mmm, so perf- ah so perfect f‘me“

He couldn‘t talk without moaning, seeing you get off on his broom got him so hot he couldn‘t stop fucking you. Rutting deep inside your pussy with his hard cock and grinding his hips against your clit, clearly wanting to get you off again. One orgasm is never enough with your James.

„James, please I‘m gonna cum ah“

„Fuck baby, cum. Cum with me“

Both of you came hard, hands gripping each others tightly, feeling each others hot breath on your mouths and continued to ride out your orgasm together. He fell forward, resting his weight on your body and you wrapped your arms around his quivering form. James was always sensitive after sex and needed a little cuddling before he could get up. See thats what you do to me love, he would say, beaming at you.

But for now you were content to just stroke your boyfriends hair and bask in the afterglow of sex. Who knew brooms could be so useful?

[midnightbabylon]

Piece Of Your Heart

-Part 2-

summary: Y/N was a part of the USAF (United States Air Force) convoy which escorted Tony Stark in Kunar Province. She was badly injured but recovered. Tony made sure that she was honorably discharged and gets to live a better life. Years later she gets a call because the Avengers need her skills. But they don‘t know that her nightmares are haunting her. Only one former sergeant next to her room can hear her screams.

A/N:The story takes place in 2023 after endgame but Nat and Tony are still alive. English is also not my first language so please excuse any mistakes. XX

pairing: bucky x fem!reader

word count: 984

warnings: mentioning of wounds and nightmares

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2008

Bright light blinds you. You keep your eyes closed. Where are you? Are those voices? You can’t really tell. Why doesn’t that beeping in your ear stop? It’s too loud. You lift your hand up to cover your eyes. A groan left your lips. “Ms y/ln you are in the hospital. Can you talk?” You wanted to respond but nothing came out of your mouth. You weren’t standing or sitting, you laid on something. Probably a patient stretcher. You remember being in an Humvee with your mates and Tony Stark. There were a lot of gaps in your memory and you wish you could remember. A sudden rush of adrenaline went through your body like you were bitten by the most dangerous spider of the world. You were sitting on the stretcher now. Oh wow a bone! More specifically, your bone. You even could see little grenade fragments in your open wound. Now you’ve been conscious of everything. You almost died in Afghanistan. Breathing was harder for you. It felt like someone was pushing the air out of your lungs. Your heart was beating much faster than it should. Probably all the people around you could hear it, too. Your fingers clawed into the stretcher. However, the light was dazzling again. You heard a loud bang, a door? Or you’re still in the desert. A panic scream left your mouth.

2023

Bucky‘s POV

I really needed the workout session in the training room. There’s been a lot going on here the last few days. I wiped my face with a towel. Now I just need some time for myself. My gaze was on the immaculate stairs when I heard voices. I paused. Tony and who? The other voice, a female voice, I’ve never heard before. I shook the thought and went into the hallway. The door right next to mine was open. Pepper put fresh flowers and a pack of chocolates on the small table. She gave me a look, but I didn’t say a word. Did Tony invite someone over? Steve mentioned something last night, but I can’t remember it. It wasn’t that important I guess. F.R.I.D.A.Y. opened my door and I took a hot shower. My muscles were on fire. I ran over my face and after I got dressed I cleaned the metal arm. Totally exhausted, I lay down in bed and grabbed a book. The others were probably all in the common room, but I wanted my peace. For dinner, I’ll see what the others are up to. Somehow I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was almost midnight. I rubbed over my eyes and moved to the door. “ F.R.I.D.A.Y. is anyone still awake?” “Yes sergeant Barnes. Ms y/ln is awake and Steve.” Who is that? “Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y.” As I walked out the door I stared into y/e/c eyes. The next breath got stuck in my lungs. Okay. She’s new and she definitely went in the door next to mine. I stretched my shoulders after hearing the soft clicking of the closing door. I blinked a few times and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water and an apple. Shortly after I had a bite, Steve came around the corner. “Hey Buck! Nice to see you. Where were you the whole afternoon? We have a newcomer and you are the only person who haven’t met her. Her name is y/n and she stays in-.” “The room next to mine I know.” I interrupted him and took another bite. “Oh you met her?” “Just saw her for a second.” He nodded. “Okay I am gonna get some rest. See you tomorrow. Training at 9 am?” I winked. “Like always.” I finished my apple and took the bottle of water with me. I stopped at her door. I was curious. All I could hear were restless breaths. I could also hear some murmuring before a scream cut through the silence. I flinched. “F.R.I.D.A.Y give me a status report of y/n vital signs.” “She has an elevated heart rate and her temperature is rising. But she is sleeping.“ Nightmares. I furrowed my brows. “Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.” I decided nothing to do about it. I knew that feeling too well. Just yesterday one of my nightmares haunted me. I was free but HYDRA was still ghosting my head from time to time. Instead I grabbed my phone and googled her name.” I breathed in loudly. Wow that was devastating. I heard another scream followed by loud sobs. The light in the hallway went on and I heard footsteps. When I heard no more noise, I had F.R.I.D.A.Y give me her file. She was very young when she went to the army. There was no information about family or friends. Suspicious. After 2008, there was nothing left in her file. It’s like she is a ghost. Fifteen years have passed and she barely exists? My thoughts kept me awake for a while until I woke up with the sunrise. After a quick run to the bathroom I grabbed my sports clothes, a towel and a bottle of water. I entered the training room when I noticed a silhouette. Steve hasn’t been here yet. I went quietly to the sports equipment. It was y/n. She was sleeping. As I was about to shake her shoulder, she grabbed me by the wrist. She was awake all of a sudden. With a quick move, she threw me over and my back hit the mat. I hissed because I was so surprised. Her eyes are widened and she panted. I saw panic in her eyes. She straddled me and was in full soldier mode. “Sorry.” I gulped because she was sitting right in my lap. “I have to say sorry I shouldn’t-“ She took me by surprise and stood up. Before I could say anything she left the room. Wow what an first encounter.

[boxboysandotherwhump]

Jake guard dog AU

Soooooo after that Jake guard dog au was mentioned on Ash‘s blog months ago it lived rent free in my head and I just had to write a small fanfic about this.

This will be two parter :3 have fun with part one :3

Thank you so much @ashintheairlikesnow for letting me write your wonderful characters :3 <3

„I I I I‘m fine mom. Aunt Nat is is is, is really nice. Every- everyone here is“

Tristan Higgs listened to his mother sigh on the other end of the speaker, fingers tapping a relentless rhythm against the cheap throw away phone pressed close to his ear. The second one in over a month. The second time he heard his mothers voice in 33 days.

„Are you, you you you and dad, dad okay?“

I miss you. Please hurry and get me back.

„Yeah. We are, baby. I talked with him yesterday and he and your uncle are working hard to fix the garden. Everything‘s going to be alright Tris.“

Garden?! You don‘t need to call his stupid job, stupid garden anymore.

Tristan squashed his anger down as best he could, unwilling to waste the few precious seconds he could listen to his mothers voice with his anger, and nodded. Once. Twice. A third time, until he realized that Ronnie couldn‘t see him.

„Okay.“

„Tris,baby I should- we need to hang up now.“

There were tears in his mothers voice. So badly concealed even he could pick them up.

And he hated it.

She had never been anything less than a fierce thunderstorm waiting to come down on whoever was threatening their family but now-

Right now she sounded as lost as Tristan felt and it was all his stupid dads fault. Stupid Paul Higgs with his stupid job. Why couldn‘t he just be a stupid salesman like all the other stupid dads in this stupid stupid stupid world?!

A dull pain sparked up his fingers under the force of his tapping against the wall. If one could still call it that. It was more of rhythmic fingertip punches, in sync with his rocking. The bed he was sitting on creaked under the force of his anger.

„Baby? I love you Tris.“

Words were getting difficult to force past his lips but he had to tell her. Needed her to know before the line went dead for another two weeks.

„Love... you too.“

The call terminated with an impossibly quiet ‚click‘ and an ear-piercingly shrill beep.

He threw the phone against the wall before he could hit the tiny red speaker button.

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Tris tiptoed down the stairs hours later. Eyes still red rimmed and cheeks puffy.

„Should I go and get him, Nat? He will miss dinner.“

„Give him some time Antoni. He‘ll come when he‘s ready.“ As if she had sensed him, did Nat turn to the kitchen entrance. Warm brown eyes crinkling with her smile. „Tristan, you‘re right on time. Antoni  made piroshki.“  

A nervous smile danced around his lips as he felt Antoni‘s eyes settle on him and his fingers tapped gently over his empty stomach.

The food smelled delicious.

„I I I I I- Sorry for for for blocking your, your room all day.“

„You did?“ Antoni turned and fished a plate from a cupboard. Started to load it full of the cheese filled dumplings Tristan had learned to love since a friend of his father had dropped him off at Nat‘s doorstep on that rainy summer night. „I was so caught up in cooking, I did not notice.“

Tris ducked his head and sat down with a sheepish grin.

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It was in the dead of night when the doorbell rang. Startling Tris from his fitful nightmare ridden sleep.

There had been blood on their living room wall. Blood and cold skin. She had been so, so terribly cold.

Antoni‘s bed creaked on the other side of their room and Tris could see the shadowy outline of him slowly sitting up.

The night stole parts of his voice away, leaving only a quiet cracking whisper. „What what what is, is going on?“

„A new rescue, I think.“

Both of them listened in quiet anticipation. Tris strained his ears.

Muffled voices came from downstairs. Nat argued with a man but Tris couldn‘t, for the life of him, hear about what.  

„You will wait hear.“ Antoni muttered softly and swung his legs over the mattress. Landing soundlessly on bare feet. „I will go and see what is going on.“

The door opened without a sound under Antoni‘s careful hands and he disappeared into the hall.

Tris stared at the thin stripe of faint light illuminating the floorboards. His green round eyes followed it to the door, slightly ajar. The voices were still to faint to make out any words.

He slipped out of his bed. Heart stuck in his throat. Hammering wildly. Like a bird eager to break free.

The door gave the faintest of creaks as  Tris sneaked after Antoni.

Guilt for disobeying the man who had taken such gentle care of him since he arrived here and his insatiable curiosity fought in his stomach, twisting it into nauseating knots, but his feet already moved. Making the decision for his mind.

Antoni crouched close to the banister, peering down into the hall, not noticing Tris until he was nearly next to him. He whipped around quiet as he could, fixing Tris with a stern look and gesturing for him to go back to their room.

Tristan hunched his shoulders up to his ears, finger twist and tapp tapp tapping against his leg, but he didn‘t move.

The visitors pleading broke the tension between them. Antoni nodded for Tris to come over, a finger pressed to his lips.

Be silent.

Tris nodded, creeping closer with a barley bitten back smile.

„Nat, none of the other shelters wants to take him. I beg you-“

„Listen I-“ The sigh that followed betrayed Natalie Yoder‘s age. Years of hard work and endless tired nights lingered in her exhale. „Trust me I would love nothing more than to help him, but I can‘t take a half feral guard dog in. Not right now.“

„Yoder please. I know you‘re concerned, hell everybody is, but he‘s really in no condition to give anyone trouble. Not with one leg broken and the other ankle sprained. Please just for a couple days. Until I found him another shelter to stay.“

Tris strained his neck and caught a glimpse of Nat, pinching her nose. Her braid was stuck under a washed out, hastily thrown on flannel.

„He can‘t walk?“

„Not without help or breaking down after three steps, no.“

„What happened?“

„From what I gathered? His owner got tired of him and threw him out a driving car. I found him half delirious down a road side slope. Nearly two days ago. He‘s patched up as best I could but he needs rest, and someone to take care of him. Nat you know I don‘t have the time too-“

„Okay, okay. To hell with it all. Help me get him inside.“

„Has anyone ever told you that you‘re a literal angle Natalie Yoder.“

She followed the stranger with a pained snort. Disappearing into the night.  

Just as Antoni gestured for them to go back to their room, did the front door open again.

A blond, giant of a man was half dragged half carried inside. Muscular arms slung over Nat and the stranger‘s shoulders as they helped him get inside, both huffing and grunting under the effort.

Only he remained utterly silent through it all. Even as his bandaged feed took step after ginger step towards the living room.

Tris could see his shoulders tremble, ever so faintly.

When the man suddenly lifted his pale sweaty face.

Chris froze as blue haunted eyes bored into his.

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Previous Prompts

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#1 Gimme Fluff #2 Auch My Heart #3 Get Hot, Babe #4 As Above, So Below #5 Bloody Hell #6 Fight Me! #7 Happy Death Day #8 Bittersweet Beginings #9 Street Magic #10 Painted Diamonds #11 Bruised Sky #12 Into the Wild #13 Strange Door #14 Burn, Baby, Burn #15 Midnight Drive #16 Manic Pixie Dream #17 Peachy Kisses #18 Jumping Fences #19 House of Stars #20 Living Sacrifice #21 We Are Not Alone #22 Conquer Me and Mine #23 Shelf Life #24 On the House #25 Mermaid Lights #26 Boxes #27 Labyrinth #28 Spell Schooled #29 Golden Rings #30 Lethal Flowers #31 Deep End #32 Whispering Fire #33 Running wild  #34 Weeds and Ruins #35 Locked In #36 Queer and Curious #37 Strange Lands #38 Forbidden Knowledge #39 Furry Friend #40 Mysterious Masquerade #41 Blooming Blossom #42 Alien Sunset #43 Gift Of The Gods #44 Hollow Walls #45Familiar Melody #46 Muffins of Desperation #47 Don‘t Take My Heart #48 Cold Object #49 Mesmerizing Blade #50.1Smoke And Mirrors #50.2 Unusual Concoction #50.3 Mouth To Mouth #50.4 Shattered Sunshine #51 Summer Storms #52 Child‘s Play #53 Come Back #54 Rainbow Kisses #55 Twisted Dreams #56 Dress to Impress #57 Crystalline Waters #58 Immortality for Dummies #59 I Beg You #60 Soft Bones #61 Wild And Free #62 Let Me Go #63 Creeping Magic  #64 Made from Stardust       #65 Better Than This  #66 Golden Decay #67 The Devil’s Music #68 We Meet At Midnight #69 Blood on my Name #70 Undead #71 Children of the Night #72 Hidden in the Shadows #73 All I Need #74 Drifting in the Wind #75 Dreams of Tomorrow #76 Give Up  #77 An Angel’s Wrath #78 Child of the Wild #79 On My Way Home #80 Comfort in the Cold #81 Turn Back Time #82 The Sins of Saints #83 Everyday Hero #84 Secret Paradise #85 When Whispers Come Calling #86 Wheel of Time #87 I Will Be Strong #88 At First Sight  #89 Dipped in Silver #90 Mirror Image #91 Main Attraction #92 Sweet Surprise #93 Broken Windows #94 Riveting Revival #95 Dance the Night Away #96 In Your Arms #97 Cleansing of the Soul #98 The Last Time #99 Undiscovered Colours #100.1 The Sweetest Blood #100.2 Dying Fire #100.3 Stay With Me #100.4 Hidden Path #100.5 A New Dawn #101 Broken Scars #102 Fairy Lights #103 Burn It Down #104 Stronger Together #105 Ruined and Destroyed #106 Barbed Wires #107 Never Forgotten #108 Starlight Paths #109 Littered Souls #110 Moon Magic #111 Clandestine Closet #112 Sunny Delights #113 Hold Me Closer #114 Fleeting Hearts #115 Endless Greed #116 Deceiving Fragrance #117 Stars and Shadows #118 Yonder Hills #119 Deja Vu #120 A Greater Horror #121 Cold Body #122 Not Alone #123 Ceremonial Chants #124 Bitten By You #125 Think Twice #126 Out in the Rain #127 Green With Envy #128 Higher Calling #129 Under The Moonlight #130 Drowned Thoughts #131 Unbreakable Bonds #132 Taste Of Blue #133 Given Ultimatum #134 Awaiting Your Answers #135 A Touch Of Faith #136 Goodness Will Come #137 Billowing Smoke #138 Tangled In Time #139 It Doesn’t Hurt #140 Setting Heaven On Fire #141 Chaos Unfurling #142 Bursting the Bubble #143 As Good as There #144 Foul Play #145 Rise and Fall #146 At What Cost? #147 The Sound of Light #148 The Big City #149 Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained #150 Pay Your Dues #151 Asking for Permission #152 Fairytale Ending #153 Welcome to Hell l#154 Far from Perfect #155 Out of Containment #156 No Battery Life #157 Need More Space #158 Dancing in Sunshowers #159 Pride Before the Fall #160 The Dazzling Screen #161 Storms and Thorns #162 The Letter #163 Splash of Waves #164 A False Confession #165 A Mere Relic #166 Count the Ways #167 Leap of Faith #168 Sleepless Nights #169 Meeting of the Minds #170 Eager for Details #171 The Last House on the Left #172 A Ghost from the Past #173 No Rest for the Wicked #174 Monster Mash #175 Gloomy Daze #176 Like Your Father #177 Expand through Horizons #178 Second Hand Soul #179 Dance Dance Revolution #180 Promise You’ll Write #181 Crystallized #182 Across a Field #183 Late Night Train #184 Set the Stage #185 Birth Of A Star #186 Fine By Me #187 Pure Imagination #188 Where Secrets Lie #189 Who Are You #190 Trapped In The Dark #191 You're Not Alone #192 Sea And Sun #193 Celestial Bodies #194 Tree Of Life #195 Filled With Clarity #196 Against The Flow #197 An Eternal Summer #198 What Comes Next #199 Didn't Mean It #200 How Far We've Come #201 Comedian's Night #202 The Devils You Forgot #203 Yes, Sir!! #204 All The King's Horses #205 Where The Flowers Grow #206 Sink Or Swim #207 Can We Kiss? #208 Reporting The Scoop #209 On The Edge #210 The Sand Ocean #211 An Old Friend #212 Gotta Go Fast #213 Ten Years Later #214 Broken Mirror #215 Mall At Night #216 Found Family #217 Portal Fiction #218 How Do You Use 'It'? #219 Under The Night Sky #220 Blood Is Thicker Than Water #221 Spine In A Twist  #222 An Empty Grave #223 By Candlelight #224 Torn Veil #225 I Can’t Tell#226 By Any Other Name #227 Sands Of Time #228 A Form Of Distraction #229 Nebulous Roads #230 Fool Me Once #231 A Promise To Break #232 Among Any Option #233 Imperfect Sign #234 How It Ends #235 Little Pink Houses #236 Fight Or Flight #237 A Fool's Quest #238 Take My Hand #239 Seal It Tight #240 Broken Moonlight #241 Hour Of Denial #242 Soaring Above #243 Glitter And Blues #244 Critical Ice Cream #245 You Never Cared #246 Pinprick #247 Blind Spot #248 Watching Birds #249 Open Your Eyes #250 Rushing Train #251 Out There #252 Spill The Tea #253 Pushing up daisies #254 Horizon Line #255 In The Heart #256 Muted colors #257 Count The Days #258 Milky Way Dreams #259 House Of Cards #260 Fear is a Sickness #261 Maybe One More #262 Run Far and Fast #263 In The Meadows #264 Counting Clocks #265 Galaxies Away #266 Great Expectations #267 Gifted Violets #268 Fractured Forms #269 Living Weapon #270 Lights and Sirens #271 Tantrum Entrance #272 Change in Tone #273 Invisible Guest #274 Empty House #275 Full Moon Frenzy #276 Dark and Stormy Night #277 Silver Sparks #278 Singing in the Candlelight #279 Warm Hands #280 Seek for Insight #281 Ripple effect #282 Out of love #283 Calling, Calling home #284 Noticing Small Things #285 How It Begins #286 Anything Could Happen #287 I Can’t Stand It #288 Loud Lie, Quiet Truth #289 Blinding Gaze #290 Midnight Distractions #291 Stuff of Legends #292 Paper Promises #293 Unbridled Rage #294 Cursed Trio #295 Help Not Wanted #296 Before the party's over #297 Like a Weed

(Prompts until March 21st 2025)

[hey-its-nonny]

Chapter Seven

soooo before you try and murder me for that cliffhanger, know i’m sorry for that ending (not really lol) 😅 also, a note, there’s a bit of a “recap” at the beginning. it’ll be in italics

warnings: this chapter starts off with (in my opinion) pretty heavy angst, has like one(?) swear word, and will probably end with a bit of spice? not nsfw tho, we don’t do that here.

UGH i talk a lot. sorry.

enjoy!!

~~~~~~ You were both panting, faces nearly inches apart as the crowd roared with applause. You both laughed, smiles bright. Careful not to spoil the moment, you leaned in, Legolas doing the same until your lips just barely brushed.

You let your eyes start to flutter shut until you felt Legolas hesitate.

In his deep blue eyes, you saw that same pain and sorrow in his eyes in replacement on the joy in them seconds ago. He pulled back, lifting you up to stand up straight. You stared at him, searching for an explanation as to what just happened.

He shook his head, turning around to leave you alone, deserted on the dance floor.

You stood there, watching Legolas leave you alone with no explanation. Though, you had a feeling you knew why he left you there. Still panting, everyone watched in shock while the elf walked away.

For one thing, you were a little angry. You didn’t understand the point of leading someone on, only to deny them affections when the time came. Maybe you just read into it too much and dreamt up a false romance. But then, why did Legolas lean in? People thought men were complicated.

Finally, you shook yourself from your thoughts, running from the celebration to find Legolas. You hiked up your skirt and chased after the elf, wondering where on earth he could’ve gone. Then, it clicked. With a shiver, you ran against the breeze, heading for the frost-bitten hills.

———

You took a breath, the chill of the wind biting at the nape of your neck. Tugging at the cloak Legolas had given you, you kept on hiking up the icy hill. You were determined to find Legolas and sort this out, whatever it may be.

You shivered, the wind blowing the cloak from it’s warm position around your torso, much to your frustration. “Legolas?” You called, voice trembling as you shook in the bitter and unforgiving cold.

You huffed in slight exhaustion, watching the almost completely transparent cloud of your breath dissipate into the dark sky. “Legolas, I’m being serious! We need to talk.” You called out, the hooded figure you’d been searching for coming into view.

While relieved to see him, the weight of what had just happened came down on your shoulders all at once. You’d almost kissed Legolas. On the lips. You could blame it on the heat of the moment and forget everything that had just happened, but you knew you’d be lying to Legolas. You had a feeling he’d know it too.

Trudging through the mushy snow, you sighed in exasperation. Just as you turned around and gave up, you heard a silent breath behind you. “You’re right, Y/n.” He said, voice deep and cautious while he placed a hand on your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine.

You spun around to meet those cerulean blue eyes, your breath hitching in your throat. “We need to talk.” He finished, earning a quiet nod from you.

———

You sat on your small bed with a huff, suddenly very interested in the way your blanket felt between your fingertips. Legolas stood still, brows creased in deep thought.

You stood, shaking off your nerves as best you could. ”Alright,“ You breathed, forcing yourself to look at Legolas.

“Why did you walk away?” You asked, your expression conveying slight hurt.

The elf sighed, slightly slumping his shoulders in defeat. “I don’t know.” He replied, his eyes betraying him. He wasn’t being honest.

You frowned, taking a bold step toward Legolas. “Really?“ Your voice was quiet, conveying your concerns and sadness. “That’s the best you’ve got?“ You asked, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

He turned his back to you. “Please.” He quietly pleaded, clearly unwilling to share his true feelings.

You weren’t having it.

If he left you alone of the dance floor to be pitied by others, then he would give you a damn good reason why.

“Legolas,” You replied, taking another step towards him. “please just tell me why.”

He sighed, shoulders tensing up. “Y/n.” He warned, already irritated with the situation he’d placed himself in.

You snapped. “Just tell me why! I don’t understand!” You pushed, taking a final step towards the elf.

With a grunt, Legolas turned around, his face red. “Because I was afraid!” He shouted, immediately causing you to jump away from him.

You’d never heard him shout before. At least, not at you. Either way, you didn’t like it.

He saw your reaction and took a breath, his eyes conveying fear and remorse. “I still am.” He breathed out, voice low and broken.

You straightened your back, taking a small step towards him. “Of what?” You boldly inquired, placing a hand on your chest.

No reply.

So, you asked again. Except this time, you spoke as gently as you could, all while placing the hand once on your chest on Legolas’ shoulder.

“Legolas, what are you afraid of?” You asked, your voice soft and honeyed.

Finally, Legolas replied. “Getting my heart broken again.” He sighed, his blue eyes boring into you.

You felt a sharp pain in your chest, using your other hand to gently touch the elf’s cheek. “Legolas,” You breathed, only growing more confident as you spoke. ”you know I would never do anything to hurt you, don‘t you?”

With the way Legolas looked at you, you couldn’t help but continue. “And if I’m being purely and completely honest,” You huffed, closing your eyes. “I think I just might love you.” You stated, cheeks burning.

And as if the whole situation had changed, something in Legolas’ eyes told you to kiss him. Fortunately, he beat you to it. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, gentle and caring with each touch.

It was incredible. You leaned against Legolas’ chest, completely lost in the feeling of his lips against your own. You allowed yourself a sweet little hum, trailing your hand up Legolas’ cheek and into his surprisingly soft hair.

In response, Legolas snaked an arm around your waist, gently pushing you against the wall. You grinned into the kiss, unable to stop yourself from laughing.

You kissed him! After all these months of pining and tip-toeing around each other, it finally happened.

Unfortunately, at some point, you both would have to breathe.

Legolas pulled away, suddenly very interested in the dirty floor, cheeks undeniably red. He panted, pressing his forehead against yours.

”So,” you grinned, panting as well. “what now?” You hummed, nearly beaming at the flustered elf before you.

The elf simply hummed, eyes swirling with mischief. He leaned in to kiss you again, his warm breath tickling your skin.

Your lips connected again, moving perfectly in sync. This time, however, it was somehow different; more passionate. You hummed again, earning a satisfied groan from Legolas.

That was new.

You allowed the elf to pick you up, walking towards the small bed to set you down. Had Legolas not lost his footing and dropped you on the bed, (thankfully) you might have gone a little bit further.

Instead, you both laughed, faces undeniably lit aflame at the silly interruption. The fits of giggles rang in the comfortable silence until you both settled down, rather tired from earlier’s events.

You smiled at the elf, scooting over. “Lie with me?”

With cheeks redder than a tomato, he nodded, lying beside you with an idiotic grin.

Legolas beckoned for you to lie on his chest, already fighting to keep his eyes open.

You obliged, nuzzling into his chest with a soft, content hum.

And in that moment, it seemed like everything would be okay.

~~~~~~ this was short and crappy but i guess go off lol

what do you think is gonna happen next? i love hearing conspiracy theories :)

tags: @eru-vande @thewhiteladyofrohan @from-patroclus-with-love @elvish-sky @entishramblings @iwenttomordor @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse @redheadedfaye @ophieles @raven-exmralds @ahs0katan

[fullsunalicia]

hiii if its not a bother,,,,how about writing a wolf!au with jaemin or jeno finding their very human mate who has absolutely no idea of the supernatural world but has a tendency of finding trouble?? if its not too much can you put in a lil werewolf action hehe thank ü

lovers of the moon — LJN

every wolf is destined to find a mate someday. when jeno meets you, he feels like the luckiest man alive, but little does he know that he‘s going to lose his mind over protecting you - after all, you are the definition of the word „trouble“..

werewolf!jeno x human!reader

hey love! it‘s absolutely not a bother, thank you so much for requesting! i hope you enjoy <3

Jeno has been dreaming of his mate since forever.

There are werewolves who are bitten, and there are those who are born with it. Whether it’s a blessing or not, Jeno was born into a family bearing the moon’s magic, and all his life, he‘s been growing up with the stories of the supernatural world. The myths, the legends, the histories. That includes the stories of the mates, the other half of a wolf’s being. He learnt about them at the tender age of twelve, barely a teenager, the age where he had first turned into an animal and was able to change back. Since then, there hasn‘t been a day where he‘s not thinking about you.

Are you a wolf, too? A witch, maybe? Or perhaps you‘re just a mere human, who‘s going to be lured into his world because of the pull a mate experiences. Plenty of mates are found in the mortal world, chained to a normal life, the lulled sense of security. Nonetheless, because of the ties they have to a wolf’s soul, they’re bound to be drawn to the supernaturaly way. Maybe you’ll find him first. It doesn‘t matter who or what you are. When Jeno meets you, he‘s going to love you forever.

His pack often teases him for being so whipped for his mate, even though he doesn‘t know them yet. It‘s just that the idea of someone being destined for you makes his heart feel so warm; The knowledge that no matter what happens, you‘ll love him. No matter what problem, you‘ll work through it. Of course there is a chance that you‘d reject him, but he‘s accepted that possibility.

As long as you‘re happy, he‘s content, aswell. He just wants to meet you. To get to know the other half of his soul. He‘s been waiting for so long.

His patience is soon to be rewarded.

❀ ❀ ❀

Jeno hates not being able to get drunk as quickly as others. What else is he downing these drinks for?

Jaemin‘s already pretty wasted. That’s no wonder, really. Convincing the boy to a round of shots is as easy as breathing, and he’s downed them all way before you can even get a headstart. Apparently, it’s the only thing that makes Jaemin human, even though Jeno begs to differ. After all, his best friend is a good person through and through, kind, selfless. Is that not humanity itself? Either way, Jaemin‘s the only one in the pack who doesn‘t take much to be intoxicated, and at the end of the night, someone has to take him to a bathroom before he throws up and tuck him into bed afterwards. Jeno would rather not do that tonight, but it looks like he‘ll have to.

„Nana,“ he sighs, reaching for his best friend. Jaemin giggles, wrapping both arms around Jeno‘s waist to hold him close. If there’s one word to describe Na Jaemin, it’s clingy. It’s his second nature to embrace others and leave kisses all over their face, because he lives for affection. In moments like these, Jaemin tends to forget himself, and his supernatural strength ends up seeping through. If he holds Jeno any tighter, he‘s definitely going to break a rib. „Nana, let‘s slow down a little, yeah? Also, watch the grip, man.“

„Aww, but I just want to hug you!“ Jaemin‘s voice is so loud, it seems to boom over the music that‘s playing in the living room. He hums in content when Jeno fixes his hair, recently dyed blue, and even beams at him. Drunk Nana is a way too happy Nana.

The party is in full swing. There‘s a lot of people Jeno recognizes, but also some he‘s never seen before. Donghyuck keeps inviting too much people, and yet he whines when he has to clean up the mess in the morning.

He’s known Jaemin all his life. Like him, Jaemin was born to be a wolf, a child of the wilderness, lover of the moon. Though he looks soft, he’s one of the strongest in the pack, if not on the same level as Jeno. They quarrel often, but never seriously, only as jokes. They love each other, they’re brothers. Every corner of his soul, his being, Jaemin knows it, learned all the flaws by heart. Habits of the other are often picked up, later to be laughed about as they catch themselves doing it. Friends for life. Packmates forever.

There’s no one in this world Jeno trusts more than Na Jaemin.

With that, Jeno helps himself to another glass of whiskey, though that task proves to be rather difficult when Jaemin clings to him like a toddler. The younger man nuzzles his face in the crook of Jeno‘s neck, weight heavy on his side, grip still as tight as chains. Jeno feels weirdly reminded of his first full moon, where he had to be contained in the basement so he wouldn‘t break free and murder some innocent person. It’s normal. Control has to be acquired, even if you’re not a turned wolf. But it still shouldn’t be so hard for him. He cringes, but it‘s not the taste of the drink sloshing against his glass.

„I hate strong alcohol, too.“

Jeno looks up - and freezes. Something inside him snaps, reties itself to your existence, like Jeno hasn‘t been living until this point and he‘s finally found his reason to do so. It‘s you. His precious, beautiful mate. The wolf in him is practically roaring at him to toss Jaemin aside and smother you with a hug like his packmate is doing to him.

The moon knows what she did when she connected him to you. You’re perfect.

Jeno‘s barely able to hold himself back. When he breathes in deeply, he‘s overwhelmed with your scent; Flowers, the stench of perfume. Your natural fragrance. He starts trembling in Jaemin‘s hold. Suddenly, it‘s not a hug, but rather his friend holding him back in the realization that his mate is standing in their shared kitchen, smiling so beautifully you‘re going to knock the air out of Jeno‘s lungs.

„Oh, he doesn‘t hate it,“ Jaemin helps him out. A painful pinch to his waist tries to pull Jeno back to reality, but he‘s still reeling over the fact that you‘re actually here. That an angel stepped into his house and you‘re actually talking to him. „He doesn‘t like it when I cling to him, but that‘s what friends are for, right? I just want some affection.“

You giggle, and both of the boys are in awe at the sound. You‘re so cute. „I get that,“ you admit and set down your cup. The way you carry yourself, pupils slightly widening - you‘re a little buzzed. Jeno thinks he‘s going to be drunk of you, too. „Is a group hug appropiate? I could use some affection too.“

„Get over here, then,“ Jeno says. He didn‘t mean to sound so assertive, and Jaemin, sweet Jaemin who never glares, gives him the evil side eye. Jeno just can‘t help himself. He craves you closer - he wants to pull you away from the party and tell you about the many years he spent waiting for you.

But you‘re only human. That means you don‘t know anything about his world. He‘d have to guide you into hit before he makes you his.

Despite him talking so rudely, you approach both boys with a grin. But you stumble, tripping over the high heels you’re wearing as you fall right into Jeno’s chest. “Whoops,” you murmur. When you wrap your arms around both of them, he almost sighs in relief. Arms move to hold you close, shielding you from the world forever. You fit inside them perfectly, like the last piece of a puzzle clicking into place. The stench of sparkling wine is clinging to your clothes. „I needed that,“ you mumble into Jeno’s chest.

The elders talk about magic. The universe’s way of shoving you towards your mate, two magnets who are pulled to each other. Irreversible, eternal. Once a match is made by the moon, it is never able to be broken or severed. No matter how, the life of a mate and their wolf is connected forever the second they meet. That’s why the need to be with them is so strong, so powerful.

Jeno knows all that, but he wasn’t aware the pull was that powerful. All it took was look into your eyes, and Jeno was a goner. In your eyes, he finds galaxies, untold stories, promises. Every fold of your soul, any thought you’ve ever created but is left unspoken, everything shows itself the second you meet his gaze. You smile again. His knees buckle.

“Alright, Jen,” Jaemin says, pulling him out his trance. As if he was drowning in you, and now he’s brought ashore. “I think we’re going to lay off of the alcohol for the rest of the evening, yeah? You just stay here and I’ll get you some water... Be back in a second.”

Only when Jaemin leaves you two behind, you lean back. Jeno’s able to look into your eyes now, and your pupils are dilated from the alcohol you’ve had. “Better now?” you ask.

For a second, he’s dumbfounded. Then, he quickly comes to his sense. “Uh, yeah, thanks,” he mumbles, hands still on your lower back. He’s just waiting for you to push him away, because he’s physically unable to do it himself.

But you don’t. Your arms are firmly curled around his neck, and you’re giggling in his hold. Maybe it’s the pull working its’ magic right now, but Jeno’s willing to thank anything and anyone for what’s happening right now.

You’re even better than his dreams. Finally, you have found his way into your life.

“Maybe I should stop drinking.” Your voice tugs at his heartstrings. Yawning, you lay your head on his chest, seemingly unbothered that you both just met. “I didn’t even want to go all out. But my day just sucked...alcohol’s really good in moments like these. Do you drink a lot?”

“No.” Jeno rests his cheek against your head. You’re warm, able to heat him up way better than any drink he’s had until now. He wonders what you’ve been up to. What you’d like to become someday. If he can help you. None of that comes out of his mouth, instead he asks you: “What happened today for you to drink so much? If it’s alright that I’m asking.”

“Failed a test,” you mumble, lips brushing past the column of his neck. Jeno almost groans in relief. If this continues you, he’ll very well just turn into a wolf infront of you because he isn’t able to hold himself back right now. His self-control sucks anyways. You testing it doesn’t help a lot. “Ex bothered me.”

“Want me to beat them up?”

You giggle. Fingers move to mess with his hair, and he closes his eyes when you curl the strands around your appendage. “No, it’s not worth you getting hurt because of it.” Now, you step back. Your hands hold his for a few seconds before you completely let go. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cling you. I’m (y/n). I promise I’m more polite sober.”

“It’s okay. I’m Jeno,” he introduces himself. “May I have your number, (y/n)? The next time your ex bothers you, I’ll chase him away.”

❀ ❀ ❀

You’re a double-texter. Jeno enjoys that a lot.

It’s easy to talk to you. You share the same humor, despite his friends claiming that he’s not funny at all. Many memes are sent back and forth, but the conversation never consists solely of your jokes. From time to time, you tell him about yourself and show your interest in him. Your dreams, your hopes, your interests. In turn, Jeno tells you all about his friends. What he wants to become someday. He also makes sure that you know he’s always there for you.

That’s how Jeno ends up picking you up in the middle of the night to grab some food from McDonald’s and get your mind off things.

Your hand feels so small in his. Curled towards him in the passenger seat, you trace the veins on the back of his hand with your fingertips, lost in your thoughts. He wants to know what’s going on inside your pretty head. But he doesn’t overstep his boundaries, and lets you take your own time to explain what’s bothering you.

Growing up with Jaemin had taught him patience. Jeno knows when to wait, and how to go about it. As a werewolf, that’s the most important thing to learn. It helps with control, to hold back the fury of turning, the magic of a full-moon. This should be a piece of cake.

Atleast it feels like it when you curl into his arm like a cat would. He hears your heart pounding, loud and clear. Impossible for a human, but a constant thing for him. Your pulse is his favorite melody. Jeno hums while he drives into the parking lot as you rest your cheek on his arm and sigh.

Sometimes, Jeno thinks you don’t feel the pull. When you get lost in your thoughts and forget about the world around you, Jeno is never the one to bring you back. You just snap out of it and calm him down with a smile, and it makes feel him unsure. Whether he’s allowed to do it. If you feel comfortable. If you didn’t, it’d explain the pull failing to draw you in. But then you pull stunts like this, and he has to restrain the wolf inside himself from jumping you and kissing you until your lips are swollen.

He turns the key, killing the engine as darkness starts to loom over you both. You haven’t moved. Tightly holding his hand in your own two, Jeno watches as you bury your face in his arm.

His free hand moves on instinct to tousle your hair. As always, your hair is soft, and he can smell the synthetic scent of peach and vanilla. Weirdly, he likes that scent just as much as your own fragrance. It’s a part of you he’s learnt to adore.

How can he not? Perfection starts and ends with you. All your flaws, your calloused edges. All they do is pull him further in as he falls deeper and deeper into love with you.

As the boys wouls call it - he’s got it bad.

“Hi there,” Jeno mumbles into your ear. Your heartbeat jumps, before calming down again. He likes knowing what kind of effect he has on you. It’s reassurrance, and compliment at the same time. “Everything alright?”

“Mhm.” You sigh again. Whatever’s laying heavy on your heart, the wolf boy wishes you’d let him lift it off. Before he can further investigate, though, you let go of him and climb over to sit on his lap. He almost chokes on the very air he’s breathing as you wrap your arms around his body and rest your head on his chest, right above his heart. It’s your turn to listen to his embarrassingly quick pulse.

Jeno cradles your body. You’re vulnerable, his little porcelain doll. Often, he forgets that you’re a mere human, alive, easily breakable. If he could, he’d hide you from the world and never show you again, so no one would be able to inflict harm upon you. But that’s irrational. So he just holds you in his arms, and hopes it’s enough to protect you for now.

The moon had taught him everything he needed to know. What it had failed to mention is how wonderful it feels to have you close to him.

The feeling of a warm body finding comfort in his arms. Trust. Honesty. All of that is given to him by you without effort, and it makes his heart swell with pride. For weeks now, he’s trying to figure out a way to let you know about his feelings. Or explain how he’s able to turn into a four-legged creature at will, and sometimes it happens because he’s enraged. Now that he’s found you, he’s so scared of scaring you of. Rejection comes easy, especially to a human. You’re not bound to the laws of the moon and the spirits. The second you sensed distress, you’d be able to flee.

And that is the biggest fear imaginable to him. Jeno bows his head, buries his face in the crook of his neck. Atleast now, when you’re still unknown about his true creature and his feelings, you still let him hold you close. You run your fingers through his hair and pull him against you tightly.

If only you knew how safe he feels in your arms. How he fights with himself because he wants to tell you how his heart beats for you, how much he treasures you. But he can’t.

“I’m sorry I’m wasting your time,” you mumble.

Jeno pulls back, hands cupping your face. The fireworks you set off inside him when you lay yours over his and close your eyes are indescribable, but he doesn’t want to be distracted by you right now. Not when you’re talking nonsense. “What the hell are you on about?” he mumbles, pulling you closer. Your heart thrums in its’ cage, accelerates, the sound ringing in his ears like bells. Jeno wonders what is going in that brilliant mind. So he inquires: “Why would you think that? No time is wasted when it’s spent with you. I came because I genuinely wanted to be here. Why would you apologize?”

“I ... just feel like a waste of time. I haven’t been feeling well, but that’s no excuse to take it out on you.” You shift in his arms, light as a feather, let yourself be tucked under his chin. When he was younger, he had often sat on his mother’s lap for hours like that. There is no comparable feeling to that sense of security a hug like that provided. It was no wonder that he often tended to fall asleep like that, despite the noisy ambiance that would sometimes be present as he restes on his mom’s lap. “I like you. I don’t want to ruin ... what we have.”

Jeno feels like bursting from happiness. Without hesitation and nothing to hold him back now, he turns his head and presses kisses all over your face, everywhere he can reach. Luckily, you giggle at that, excited over him being so affectionate. After the party, you had always been afraid of doing something wrong because Jaemin had claimed he didn’t like clinginess. Now he proves you wrong, wiping any sign of worry as he kisses you for the first time ever.

Some describe it as fireworks. Dizziness, the giddy feeling of lips against yours - all of these impressions pale to the experience of kissing your soulmate for the first time. The one who had been yours long before time had existed, and histories were told. Written in the stars, waiting to happen, that was the bond that connected Jeno and you. Now, it came true.

The very thing Jeno wished for his entire life.

Kissing someone is very addicting. He’d been kissed once or twice in his life, sometimes even because of a dare. But this, this couldn’t compare. To put it into cheesy words, Jeno feels like he’s on top of the world. You move your lips against his in the same fervor, and you taste like love and heaven in one. The only reason he lets himself be pushed away is because you’re gasping for breath, and the view makes it all worth it.

Cherry-red cheeks. A happy smile matching the one he’s sporting right now. Jeno knows about romance, but he didn’t expect to be such a sucker for it. “I like you, too,” he finally admits, confirming what the moon had established aeons before. The words you were waiting so patiently to hear. “I like you so, so much. And that is why you should never think you’re a waste of time. If you’d like, (y/n), I’ll give you all the time I have. The only waste of my time is not being with you.”

You don’t answer. Now feeling a thousand times better, you pull Jeno close again, kissing him over and over until you’ve both long forgotten where you are and why you’re here in the first place.

Wherever you are is where he wants to be always.

❀ ❀ ❀

The full moon is not Lee Jeno’s best friend.

At the start of your relationship, he’d often make up excuses as to why he couldn’t meet you at that specific day. Thank the lord you understand and don’t ask about it any further, but with every lie Jeno tells you, his guilt weighs heavier on his guts and consequently on his packmates, as they share house and mind with him.

It’s not like he’s a pup who can’t control himself. But his imagination runs wild often. Whenever you’re the reason his pulse spikes, his emotions overwhelming his senses, he asks himself if he could handle the consequences of what could happen. Does he trust himself that much? Is he ready to risk you just to feel content at your side?

There are rumors of powerful alphas who lose control involuntary. Maybe it’s the alcohol involved, or someone upsets them. But human mates are dangerous to wolves who are let loose. It’s not good for a werewolf to suppress his supernatural side for long.

The second the conscience leaves them and makes way for bloodlust, it’s already too late.

Jeno cannot allow that, ever. If something ever happened to you, he wouldn’t know how to handle it. Turn and kill the person responsible? Lose his mind and hurt you, like the alphas who acted to quick and hurt, wounded, killed their mates? They’re only rumors, but even rumors have a reason to be spread. Like wildfires, they make themselves known, and they haunt Jeno every second he spends with you.

Soft skin. Frail bones. That’s all you are. Precious, so easy to break. It’s not a secret that Jeno struggles with the effects of the full moon every now and then. If he cannot even assure the security of his own will, how is he going to protect you?

Lies are poison to any relationship. It’s what Jaemin keeps telling him every day and night, the second he stands up and shortly before returning to bed. They’re packmates - whenever they travel in wolf form, they have to share their heads. Whatever is hidden, becomes exposed through that bond. A blessing sometimes, but especially pesky when Jeno is busy trying to drown out his conscience.

He needs to tell you. Sooner or later. If he doesn’t do it now, he’s going to regret it forever.

His precious little mate - how is Jeno going to look you in the eyes and that he’s the most dangerous thing to ever happen to humankind?

❀ ❀ ❀

Tell her. Tell her. Tell her.

Jaemin’s voice blares through his head as Jeno changes back and grabs the clothes he laid ready before leaving. The boys like running in the woods outside of the city, but it’s bothersome to return home again after basically running around naked. Their outfit isn’t really protected from the magic that is involved with turning.

Jeno wishes his best friend would stop. He’s already in a struggle against himself, he doesn’t need anyone to meddle to feel bad. It’s already messing with Jeno’s mind. What’s even worse is that you’re so unassuming. Selfless and loving, you give your heart to Jeno without expecting anything in return.

It’s the full moon.

Claws extend themselves on instinct, no matter how much Jeno begs them to stay in place. It’s a battle for the reins inside himself - Jeno against the wolf, and Jeno’s losing. He wishes you were here. At the same time, he’s glad you’re nowhere near him or the pack.

As long as you’re not here, you’re safe. Safe is good. Safe calms him down. There’s no need to worry, except maybe about himself. Jaemin grabs his hands opens them, revealing to Jeno that he had been burying his claws in his palm without noticing.

“Dude,” Jaemin says while shaking his head. The blueberry hair whips with every move. “Don’t you realize that you’re just making it harder by keeping it to yourself? You’re the one inflicting all the stress and strain on your control. If you’d just tell her, you wouldn’t have to worry about ruining everything and losing her.”

“And how are you so sure?” Jeno lets himself be pulled to the kitchen table. He watches as Jaemin turns away from him to get a wet rag, shoulders squared, back tense. Jaemin is a happy-go-lucky type of guy. For his mood to be so soured because of Jeno, it must really bother him.

Jaemin sits alongside Jeno. Carefully, as if Jeno would break under his touch, he starts cleaning the bloody palms, even though the wounds have already healed up. Jaemin has always been worrying about him. No matter how small the wound was, he was the first one to sit Jeno down and take care of it. As a child, he even used to cry when Jeno got hurt, because he felt bad that he failed to protect the other.

When really, Jaemin had always been there for him.

No one else lets Jeno vent without expecting anything in return. There are not many who can say they’ve held Jeno in his arms because he shared his sorrow and fears with them, and only Jaemin prides himself with knowing Jeno best. If there really are platonic soulmates, he’d like to think Jaemin was his.

That’s why when the boys meet eyes, Jeno already believes him, without the other even saying anything. Jaemin grips his hands tightly, fingers interwoven like when they were younger. “Because she loves you,” Jaemin explains, soft smile on his lips. “And I’m so glad you found someone who’s going to love you endlessly for the rest of their life. Trust me. When she looks at you, it’s like she’s looking at the stars. Full of yearning and adoration. Everyone wants to be looked at like that.”

Jeno moves to rest his head on his best friend’s shoulder. It’s not often Jeno is so openly affectionate with him, but it’s the only way he can express his gratitude. Fingers cars through Jeno’s hair as Jaemin holds him close and squeezes him tightly. Friends by blood, brothers in soul.

Always and forever.

“I’ll tell her,” Jeno promises. “As soon as I see her again.”

Though that proves to be rather difficult when Jeno finds out how clumsy you are, and he keeps worrying about you walking into trouble. For example now, as you stumble right into the crowd full of vampires. He thinks he’s going to pass out.

Technically speaking, wolves aren’t allowed here. The only reason Jeno is let in is because they adore Jaemin. Everyone adores Jaemin. As long as Jeno stays out of trouble, everything should be fine. Sadly, you steer him right into it.

He should’ve seen it coming. The glass dropping to the ground makes him flinch, and he reaches to pick the broken glass up for you. If he wasn’t nervous before, he is now.

Blood drips down the shards you just cut yourself. “Oh my god,” he whispers, panic flooding his mind. He has to get you the hell out of here. Moving to pull you up, Jeno fails to stop a vampire from grabbing your hand.

This is Jeno’s daily reminder to never let you take him to a party again.

“Get the hell off of her,” he hisses at the stranger, and with a rather harsh tug, you’re at his side again. The dude growls, and on instinct, Jeno bares his canines at him. That is the single most stupid thing he could’ve done, and he hopes you haven’t seen it. He’s not gonna be able to explain it with all the alcohol that entered his system already. So he pulls you closer and hopes your sight is obscured from where he’s hidden you.

“What, is that your bitch?” The vampire snickers over his dog joke. Below you, Jeno starts fuming. Seconds later, the bloodsucker is on the ground clutching his broken nose as his own blood gushes out of it, and you shriek and cradle Jeno’s hand in your own. He doesn’t let you fuss over him, opting to pull you out of the mess this situation has turned into and heading straight out of the house.

He’s very lucky the vampires don’t come after him. Hopefully, they understood that the dude was in the fault for trying to turn his girlfriend into a midnight snack. Outside in an empty alley, you jut your lip out in a pout and try to stop the tears forming in your eyes. Jeno kisses you, hoping to calm you down, but you lean away.

“I’m sorry, that was my fault,” you whimper. The anguish in your voice makes his heart hurt. Why are you taking the blame? You didn’t know you were in the presence of vampires. You’re just human. Precious cargo. He needs to protect you.

And to tell you the truth.

But for now, he tugs you closer and leans his head on youre. “No baby, that was mine,” he sighs into your hair and breathes in deeply. Your scent always makes him calm down, satisfying the wolf inside of him. “Lets get you something to eat so you can sober up.”

Unbeknownst to him, you ponder over what you saw inside the club. If your eyes were betraying to you. You blame it on the alcohol, but something inside you keeps coming back to it.

All you say is “okay”.

❀ ❀ ❀

“If you keep hurting yourself like that,” Jeno grits his teeth, “I’m going to die from worry. And it’s going to be all your fault.”

Your boyfriend treats your hand as careful as possible. When Jeno is concentrated, he looks really cute, almost innocent. Entranced by the task at hand. You adore the way his features soften up as he takes in the information infront of him. Despite him threatening you with his early death, he is easily calmed down by you combing your hair with his fingers, tugging at the strands as he hums. “It’s not my fault I’m clumsy,” you defend yourself. “I got it from my mom. It’s a (l/n) women thing.”

“Let me have a talk with your mom, then.”

“Sure. Want me to introduce you as my boyfriend officially?”

The tips of Jeno’s ears turn red, and you giggle. He always plays the big bad wolf, but truth be told, he’s just as easy to fluster as you are. Within seconds, you’re seated on his lap, hand properly bandaged, while his own disappear onto your shirt and rest on your lower back. “Cold!” you hiss at him, but Jeno only smirks.

You live for moments like these. Being with him, feeling comfortable. The best kind of feeling is Jeno being affectionate, naturally. Because he wants to be. Normally, he’s on the receiving end of the clinginess. So when he switches positions like this, it makes butterflies erupt in your belly and your heart jump in your chest.

“I’d love to meet your parents,” he mumbles. Jeno’s voice is void of mockery, instead showing you how serious he is about this. Since day one, he has always treated you like a constant. Permanent in his life. You were both in for it forever. You’re glad you found something like that to love you. “I have to thank them for giving the world such a precious daughter. But I’d also like to talk about them how much you trip over invisible stuff, or get into trouble with some sorority girls that you let trample all over you and then I have to put them in their place...”

“Hey!” You pinch his cheeks. Jeno grins. “I’m not that bad.”

“You are the number one source of stress in my life right now, but I forgive you. You are the biggest source of happiness in my life aswell.”

If you were physically able to melt, you’d do it right now. Jeno accepts the many kisses you leave on his lips, grin evident on them when you gush about him. He likes being praised. He gives it back tenfold, too. After kissing him properly, you lean back and say: “You could meet them this friday, if you want.”

Jeno tenses below you.

You bite the inside of your cheek. That’s not how you thought he’d react. “Only if you want... Sorry, I thought...”

“Of course I want to, angel. I love you.” Jeno presses his lips against your cheeks. Your heart flutters. “But I have to study this weekend. I have so much homework to catch up on. Maybe next week?”

Sure. Next week.

❀ ❀ ❀

You’ve never been to Jeno’s house.

Many nights are spent with him sleeping over at yours, disappearing under the blankets as he holds you close to his strong body and leaves love marks all over. You know he lives with his friends, and they tend to be really chaotic. Jaemin for example is a familiar face, and you’ve briefly seen Mark and Renjun. Other than them, you don’t know much about the boys your boyfriend lives with, and you don’t mind sleeping over at your appartment instead of his. It’s normal to crave privacy, especially when you’re in a relationship and want the other person all to yourself.

But sometimes, you get a little sad when you sense the things he’s hiding. The stutters, directing the conversation elsewhere - telltale signs you know by heart. You know he doesn’t distrust you; you feel it in your heart, see it in his eyes when he locks gazes and tells you everything you ever ask for. Of course it’s normal to take time with some things, before you share them with others. You really just wish you could tell him it’s okay. That you understand.

Jeno would be too busy to go out, like he told you. So, like the good girlfriend you are, you got him some comfort food and are ready to cuddle the hell out of him.

That’s a good thing, right? Then why is it that Jaemin looks so panicked when he opens the door and recognizes you?

“(y/n),” he sputters out. “I, uhh, thought Jeno already told you? He’s pretty busy, all holed up in his room.. All the work, you know...”

“I know!” you say, and hope that your smile doesn’t look as unsure as it feels like. Did they not want you here? You thought you knew Jeno’s heart, but maybe that was just you calming yourself down. “I thought I could bring him some food and help. Is it alright if I come in?”

Something rumbles loudly. It sounds like furniture breaking, and Jaemin’s eyes widen. “What was that?” you ask, shocked. Out of instinct, you move to come in, but Jaemin steps in your way, firm hands holding you back. It crashes upstairs, and you raise your head. Not like you could see through the ceiling. What the hell is going on?

“(y/n), this is a really, really bad time,” he hisses. His gaze goes back and forth from the stairs to you, as if he’s pondering over something. “I need you to leave right now. I promise Jeno will explain soon-“

“How about now?” you shoot back, slipping past the boy and making your way upstairs before Jaemin can stop you. It’s a good thing you’re sneaky. Following the noise, you flee from Jaemin and the pleads he makes for you to come back down, that Jeno’s going to kill him...

You throw open the door to the source of all the noise.

The myths; you’ve heard about them. The man who fell in love with the moon, crying wolf as he turns in the shine of its’ light. All the fantasy stories your mother told you to lull you to sleep. The books, movies, shows. They’re all fiction. What’s going on in front of you is everything but. What you see is only confirmation of what you thought of in the club.

Jeno looks you straight in the eyes, but he doesn’t look like him. Wide, yellow eyes, sharpened fangs. He’s literally chained to the wall, pulling at them and struggling to get free. Jaemin stumbles inside, letting out an “uh, oh” at the sight that’s unfolding infront of you.

“What the hell is going on?” you whisper.

Your boyfriend tugs at the chains keeping him trapped in the corner of his room. All the crashing you heard was because Jeno threw over his nightstand and is currently working on ripping out the heater that was restricting him from leaving.

Are you dreaming?

“(y/n), I really, really need you to go.” Jaemin grabs your arms, urging you to leave, probably hoping you won’t actually run and never come again. He’s interrupted by a loud snarl, the sound of Jeno breaking free - the metal manacles around his wrists fall to the ground as he pushes Jaemin away and swoops you into his arms.

“Do not touch her!”

Jaemin looks at Jeno as if he‘s trying to calm down a wild animal. Maybe he is. Jeno’s claws are ripping at your shirt as he presses you against his chest, hiding you behind him; protecting you. You can feel the elongated nails at your waist, but never once do they cut you. His grip is tight, but not hurtful. “Jeno,” Jaemin carefully speaks. “Let go of her. You’re going to hurt her.”

“Stay away,” Jeno threatens. His voice is dripping of malice, so unused to the Jeno you love. Trembling in your hold, he shields you from his best friend’s sight. Does he think Jaemin is going to jump you? “Stay away from my mate.”

Mate.

The word seems familiar. Fitting. You look Jeno in the eyes, but his own are fixed on the other boy - wolf? - waiting for him to move away. It all starts making sense. The uneasiness of talking about his friends, avoiding you at full moons.

His mate.

Jaemin steps closer. Jeno growls and pushes you further behind him, making you squeak. The sound snaps Jeno out of his anger and he quickly turns around, citrine eyes turning back into the brown you love and adore. More teddybear than wolf. “Are you alright?” he asks, concerned. “Oh my god, I’m never going to forgive myself if I hurt you, did I cut you? Do you-“

“Jeno,” you interrupt him. “Shut up.”

His mouth snaps shut. Jaemin, in utter disbelief, lets his own drop open.

Jeno watches as you hold his hands to your face, and you’re glad the claws retract when you smile at him. No matter what, Jeno always thinks about you first. That’s why you fell in love with him. His caring nature towards you, the sense of being protected. Even now, he managed to forget his fury because he was so afraid of inflicting harm upon you. “I’m alright,” you finally say. Calmness washes over Jeno, and Jaemin breathes out in relief, stepping out of the room to give you two some privacy. “Oh my god,” your boyfriend repeats again, and then he finally leans down to embrace you and hide his face in your neck.

Maybe you’re insane. Any normal person would’ve left the second they sensed something was wrong with their significant other. But you’re not normal. You’re Jeno’s mate. You love him.

“You should’ve told me,” you whisper in his ear. He leaves kisses all over your throat, now finally at ease. Because you’re here, maybe? You’d like for that to be true.

“Sure. That would’ve ended pretty good. ‘Hey babe, I’m a supernatural being who loses control every once in a while. Totally normal.’”

“I’ve always wanted my own Jacob Black,” you reply to that. Jeno groans, but you only break out into laughter and pull him closer. You should feel scared, but instead it feels like you’re in the safest place on earth. “Seriously, Jeno. I love you. No matter who you are. Even though it was kinda scary to see you like this... But now I finally know why I miss you all the time. It was meant to be.”

“I’m glad you think that way,” Jeno mumbles, lips chasing yours. His kisses are soft, careful. Loving. If there’s one thing you can always be sure of, it’s Jeno’s love. “Because now is the perfect opportunity to get those manacles off of me so I can take you on the date you deserve. Without hiding anything.”

“You promise? Maybe I need another kiss to be absolutely sure you’re serious.”

There’s nothing else Jeno loves more than doing just that.

[selfcareparker]

hi! I'm not sure if you've ever gotten any requests that involve peter's super fast metabolism so I thought I'd send one! it's kind of based on an episode of 'The Office' lol but stark!reader's pregnant with peter's baby and basically her and peter's eating schedules sync? like, they'll eat all their regular meals together and then there's the 1am 'second dinner' they eat in bed or 'mid-morning snack' that could technically count as a lunch for normal people lol

I love love loved the idea, I’m sorry this is so messy fdsksj-

At first you’re embarrassed by it

Peter is Spider-Man and it makes sense for him to be overly hungry as he has a faster metabolism

He‘s talked to Bruce about it before and it‘s all normal considering the other enhancements Peter experienced after being bitten

But you…?

You know pregnant women crave more food, but not like this?

We‘re talking 5 meals a day plus one to two snacks between every one of those meals

The first week that you sneak into the kitchen after Peter when he gets up in the middle of the night, you’re nearly ashamed

But once Peter realises that your hunger is probably going to last for a while, he just automatically starts making two portions, when he eats during the night or has his meal between lunch and dinner

He also makes it a routine to satisfy you after every meal. You don‘t just need more food, you also need more dick and Peter is glad to provide whatever you need

“I’m getting fat”

“That just means there’s more of you for me to love”

Though Peter doesn’t want you to feel bad about your eating habits no matter the reason, you still go to Bruce to verify that this is normal

Your dad’s there with you - he’s going to be a grandad, of course he’s interested too

And you want Bruce to tell him your cravings for food are normal so Tony and the rest of the team can stop teasing you about eating more than the Hulk probably would

He starts listing the normal changes during pregnancy, nausea, changes in appetite, higher sex drive—

And you regret ever bringing Tony

Bruce isn’t keen on talking about your increased vaginal lubrication either though, so he starts telling you how normal it is that your food intake is higher, but even more so with a Spider-Baby incoming

Peter melts when you start calling your baby that

So yeah, if you’re feeling a little tired, you and bed in breakfast are best friends

It also means Peter can make you feel good right after you’ve eaten your last bite, and you don’t have wait until you’ve done the dishes and gone back to your room because there’s always some Avengers lingering around

But when you’re in a good mood, Peter takes you out for (huge) picnics

He adores how your belly is getting bigger

He adores spending so much time with you

Eating food with you

And eating other things

(Idk what this is I’m so sorry)

<3

[korkisobsessions]

The Oath

Chapter I. Soldier

pairing: Yeong shin/OC

words: 2k

warnings: lots of blood and death. And between these, Yeong shin being awesome as usual.

authors note: Big thanks to @greasyartrat!!! She pull me out of my comfort zone and help me with this. English is not my strong side, but I was so disappointed that there is so little Kingdom fic...so screw this I have to write. And she is the best supporter and betareader! So here we goes. *fingers crossed *

The night was dark illuminated only by pale moon and monsters running around with their clothes on fire. Yeongsin was standing on the rooftop with a dagger in his palm. He held tight grip on the blade and breathed heavily. His focus was sharp like a razor. He knew this state of mind, focused just on fighting. He didn't think about tomorrow, injured soldiers or dead ones. There was no time for mourning.

It was like in war three years ago. He fought, he killed, he survived. Three days after the war was over he started to shake. He wasn't able to hold a weapon. So he left to the woods, to the shadows where there weren't dead bodies and land soaked in blood. He was sitting on the ground, holding a branch in his shaking hands like an anchor and crying. He cried for what he's done, for what he lost. He felt empty. There was nothing but darkness and no hope and no future. Just emptiness and pain.

But today he felt hope. He fought for something that has meaning. He fought for life itself. If he fails, the dead will continue from kingdom to another kingdom until there will be no one, who will defeat them. Just dead. And he can't allow it.

He ripped out the dagger. Warm blood filled his palm almost immediately and started to drip from the roof. Few deads raised their heads and started sniffing like animals. Their frightful faces and dead eyes turned to his direction.

He saw that other warriors on the roofs did the same. They shed blood for higher good. It was a small sacrifice. He just hopes they don‘t have to shed any more.

Growling and screaming of the dead filled the night, when he started running towards the king's gardens. He must have been careful. Roofs were slippery from cold and sometimes there were loose thatches.

He ran close to another warrior who nodded on him with his head. He had a scarf over his face so Yeonshin didn’t know who he was. If he belonged to king's guards or one of Ahn Hyun´s men. But it doesn't matter. There were just dead men or living ones. Soldier was luring monsters through the gates to the garden.

And suddenly dead monsters were on rooftops. They were running towards Yeongsin with bloodied faces and bared teeth, blood too fresh to scare him. Some of them were on fire. Their inhuman screams filled his ears.

Yeongshin thrusted himself to the first body and put a dagger through his skull. The man fell to the ground, finally dead forever. Another one was running towards him so he stabbed him under the chin. And then out of nowhere there was a young boy running to him. It was just a moment when he saw his little brother in that dead kid. His face was so similar, it kicked the air out of his lungs. It was not him, Yeongshin knows it. Bones of his brother turned to dust a long time ago. But for a small moment he believed it and it was enough to throw him out of balance. He fell on his back when their bodies collided. Boy was trying to bite him in the face, his breath smelled like blood. His shirt was on fire and so Yeonshins jacket started to burn too. He can't find the strength to throw monsters from himself.

Here it is.

Here, I die.

I´m not ready. I avenged my family but made no change.

And suddenly there was a soldier with a hidden face. He catches the boy around his torso and throws him from Yeong shin.

Yeong shin started to pat his arms to kill fire on his sleeves and watched the soldier kill the boy with skillful moves. Another dead man, bigger than the soldier, jumped on him. He turned to face him, but there was a loud crack.

Yeong shin screamed when the roof under the soldier and monster broke and swallowed them both.

He didn't wait and carefully tilted himself over the edge of hole in the roof. The soldier was lying under the body of the monster and looked dead. But suddenly He lifted his hand and weakly waved on Yongshin.

“Go!” came a whisper from the soldier who saved his life. Yeongshin nodded and started running to help his highness.

~o~

His body was heavy, weak and he didn't want to listen. Slowly he makes step by step.

They won

It was over. But the price was too high. They lost so many good men. Only a few survived. Prince Chang looks exactly like he felt. Devastated. His clothes were crimson. It was hard to believe that he originally wore a white linen jacket. And there were bite marks on the prince's shoulder. Same like on Yeonshin´s back. He still felt teeth biting deep to his flesh and trying to rip a piece of his meat. It makes him sick.

They survived it. He doesn't know why he was alive and not running around undead.

“Try to find if there is someone alive.” the Prince shouted when they returned through the gate back to the palace. “And if you find any dead, make sure they stay dead.“ Chang's voice was strong but exhausted.

Yeongshin hooked his rifle over his shoulder and started searching for debris. The soldiers were searching bodies and stacking them on a heap.

Yeongshin realized that he was in a place that should be forbidden for him. He was in the king's palace, walking side by side with the prince, heir of the throne and no one cared.

He walks around one of the buildings when he finds out that he is in front of the place where he left the soldier that saved his life. He looks inside through the window.

There he was. Sitting on the floor in the corner with a sword in his hands. Head bowed on his chest, face hidden under hat. His clothes were crimson from blood, sleeves and chest black from ash. His leg was twisted at an unnatural angle.

Yeongshin’s heart drops. His throat is tight. That man died for him, to save his life. He bowed his head to pay him respect. He died like a hero with a sword in his hands and on his way, he got some of those monsters with him. Their bodies were lying in a half circle around him.

Yeongshin wanted to walk away when suddenly the soldier groaned. It was weak but he was alive. He lifted his head and opened his eyes.

Yeongshin was stunned. He never saw someone with this colour of eyes. They were green and grey. It was the colour of a misty forest. Even the shape of the warrior’s eyes were different. He sometimes heard stories about people from the west, but never saw one. Until now.

“Were you bitten?’ He squatted in front of the soldier.

“No.” His voice was so weak like breath. He let his sword fall to the ground.

“I'll help you. We will find a healer.” He put the soldier's hand around his shoulders and carefully helped him to stand and not put pressure on his injured leg. “Just hold on.” He was holding him tight but yet gently to not hurt him more. He saw that his arms were badly burned.

Soldier was holding him and the other hand held a tight grip on his side. Yeongshin saw blood running through his fingers, when they were slowly walking outside. There was a thick splinter stuck in the side of his abdomen.

They make just a few more steps and suddenly soldiers stumble over rock and whimper. Yeongshin froze. That sound was not the whimper of a man. He heard a lot of men cry and whine. So he can recognize it. He carefully made the soldier sit and leaned over the wooden railing.

Their eyes locked when he took the soldier's hat. There was copper hair in a tight knot like men used to have. The eyes of the soldier were scared when he grabbed the edge of his scarf.

It was a young woman, maybe the same age as him. She looks like a scared trapped animal. Her face was dirty with sweat, blood and ash, but he can say, she was quite beautiful. He never saw a woman like her. She was dressed like a man, She fought like a man. He never saw women act like her.

Seo-Bi can defend herself, but when it comes to real fighting she hides with others. This woman stands side by side with the bravest warriors face to face certain death.

“It's over?” she whispered.

Yeonshin was speechless so he just nodded.

She mumbled a few words in a language he didn't recognize and closed her eyes.

“Don't fall asleep!” He lifted her in his arms. His heart was hammering against his ribs. She weakly put her arms around his neck and lay her head on his shoulder.

Yeongshin was looking for some help. If others organized something like infirmary. But there were just soldiers collecting bodies and searching through buildings.

“Nilah!” one of the soldiers shouted and ran towards them. His eyes were full of fear when he looked at the injured woman in his arms. “Is she dead?”

“No, but she needs a healer.” He was searching the crowd to find Seo-Bi but she was nowhere to be found.

“We are gathering injured in that building. Some scholars were released from prison and they are helping to treat wounds.” He made a move to take the woman from his arms but Yeongshin made a step back and held her tighter. Soldier was surprised and for a moment he looked angry. Yeonshin doesn't bother to deal with him while the woman in his arms keeps bleeding.

He starts to walk towards the makeshift infirmary when she moves in his arms.

“I can walk on my own.” Her voice was just a weak whisper.

“Don’t be a fool.” He barks maybe too harshly, but she grows silent and lay back on his shoulder.

Infirmary was crowded. Lot of soldiers get hurt fighting with the dead. He saw just blood and faces full of pain. But his mind was focused on Nilah. He carefully laid her down on one of the cot. Her face was pale yet she smiled at him.

One of the scholars ran towards them and shouted impatiently.

“Strip him. We don’t have time to take down your armours.” He does not even look on Nilah. Obviously he can’t expect women between soldiers.

“Wait…” Yeongshin wanted to bring the old man back and find privacy for Nilah. But she stopped him

“I don’t mind.” She was almost white like snow and had beads of sweat on her forehead. She was in pain, but still fighting it. “Thank you for bringing me here.” Her shaking fingers started to untied her linen shirt.

Yeongshin nod and wanted to walk away to find Seo-Bi, or Chang, but when he saw her struggling with her clothes, he put down his rifle and kneeled beside her.

“Let me…” He took tangled laces from her hands and started to untied them. She was silent and avoiding his eyes.

Sometimes he thought about stripping women, but never in a crowd with painful cries and blood around.

With each layer of clothes he took carefully down, not to touch the splinter in her side, he felt strange pain in his chest. When she sits before him just in thick undergarment he grits his teeth. Her body was battered. Lot of scratches and bruises marks her skin. And her burned arms hurts him most. She got them when she was pulling a dead boy from him. She paid for his mistake. He wanted to thank her, but he can’t find words. Simple ‘thank you’ wasn’t enough.

She was shaking, so he pulled a blanket from a nearby cot and gently covered her.

“Wait here. I’ll find you a better healer.”

He stands, but she catches his hand. She was trying to fight with desperation in her voice.

“Please, don’t go.”

It was like a stab in his heart. It punched the air out of his lungs. He heard his pleading brother again and again.

“I will be back.” This time, he swore to himself, He will keep that promise.