#draven got tagged

[judesstfrancis]

"your comfort movie can't be a horror film" u have no idea the comfort and happiness I achieve by experiencing the horrors in a controlled environment

[msmoon-and-the-cyberdemon]

Hehe artfight in a month…………………veterans will know the original character lore…………….

^^ Their dynamic ^^

[kingkat12]

art on art (eric draven x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, piv sex, oral sex (female receiving), drug mentions, nasty fluff tihi

summary: why hasn't Eric reached out after leaving rehab yet, and how long does it take for marker ink to fade?

word count: 5,272 PART 1, PART 2, PART 3

a/n: this is part 3 of my Eric Draven fanfic draw you! thanks again for the overwhelming support of this series, and enjoy!!<333

(not my gif!! if it's yours, pls reach out and i will tag u<3)

Some broken part of me never expected to see Eric again. I knew that the previous men in my life would leave the second they got what they wanted out of me, so why should I hope for this one to be different?

I had been out of rehab for exactly two weeks now, and I knew this meant that Eric was out as well. He had my address, he had my number, and he weirdly enough also had my email address... yet I hadn't heard anything from him. Not a single thing. I wasn't quite sure why my heart was breaking at the realization I had been thrown away again-- I should be used to this.

In actuality, I knew exactly why my hopes were up.

The last time I saw Eric, had been right before I was about to leave rehab. We were standing in my room, the guards no longer watching me as I was technically excused and only there to get my stuff. I was packing everything into a big cardboard box, unable to meet Eric's green eyes as he sat on my bed-- he just looked so damn sad, I couldn't bring myself to watch. 

At the same time, I couldn't believe that he was upset about me leaving; no one had ever cared for me like that before. "Why do you look like that?" I eventually asked, stuffing his drawings into a book so that they wouldn't get ruined during the move. 

"Like what?"

"Like I'm about to shoot a puppy,"

Eric snorted, a slight smile finally forming across his lips. "Just thinking about how shit these next days are going to be without you here,"

I dared to gaze at him, watching his chest rise and fall in a long sigh. Even while doing the simplest act of sitting, Eric looked downright gorgeous. His dark hair had grown even longer during the time we had known each other, which allowed slight curls to form along his forehead. Draped in pink, tattoos peeking up from the collar of his jumper, green eyes soft with feelings-- the sight was almost enough to make my breath hitch.

"Oh, you won't notice I'm gone," I mumbled, trying to lighten the mood at the same time as I tried to be discreet about shoving my underwear down into the box. "Time will fly by, don't you worry."

Eric shifted, moving closer to the edge of the bed. He stopped me from picking up the next batch of my stuff, leading my hands into his as his rounded eyes sunk into mine. "You're saying that as though I won't miss you,"

I held my breath, unsure what to say. 

Eric noticed my hesitance, squeezing my hands; "I will miss you. Do you understand that?"

Oh, I most certainly did not understand that. Not at all. But it didn't stop my heart from swelling, beating harder than it probably ever had before. It also didn't get any better when Eric led me between his legs, letting go of my hands so that he could put his against my waist. He looked up at me through his thick, long lashes, clearly trying to make me understand the longing lingering in his body. "Will you miss me?"

There was no question in my mind that I would. I'd miss him every second of every day, as I already did. However, I wasn't sure whether it was smart to tell him this, or whether that would make him lose interest like my previous flings. But weirdly enough, something told me I could trust this guy-- or was that just his pretty face doing the talking? "I will," I said, taking his face into my hands, brushing my thumbs over his cheeks in a newfound sense of affection.

Eric's previously glossy look suddenly became a hopeful one-- he pulled me even closer, my hands going up into his hair as he buried his face against the crook of my neck. 

There was something so sincere about him, that I couldn't help but smile. Even now, as I remembered it. Was I stupid to imagine that it had all been real? That he hadn't acted like he would miss me just out of pity?

This was definitely my insecurity talking. I needed to get it all out of my head-- which is exactly why I ended up going out tonight, my friends by my side as we made our way into our usual spot at the club downtown. Being back in the darkness of this place, music blasting through my ears, brought a lot of memories back; specifically the dark ones. 

However, I wasn't drinking. I wasn't taking anything, and I wasn't planning on doing so. In the back of my mind, I kept imagining a scenario where Eric would finally reach out and find me relapsed... and that was certainly not ideal. Then he'd definitely not want to be with me.

Maybe I just needed to forget about him?

And so I began trying-- it didn't take long before I sat down next to some guy trying to tell me about his life story. I had never been this disinterested in my life, allowing him to put his arm around me as I stared up at the light-show on display across the roof, lost in thought.

I wondered where Eric was. What he was doing, who he was with, where he was. Whether he thought about me at all. It quickly hit me that being sober at a club took away all the fun, and with alcohol floating around right before my eyes, I wondered whether I should bother staying sober or not. I didn't exactly have anyone to stay clean for, as I thought I would. 

And just as I was about to ask the guy next to me whether I could have the tiniest sip of his beer, I spotted a familiar tall frame across the room. I blinked several times, straightening up in my seat as though I was a woman possessed. I was sure it was him-- I immediately knew the second I saw the tattooed poem on his back peeking through the top of his shirt.

As though I had heard a gunshot, I got up from the couch, my whole body tingling with unexpected excitement. This was an adrenaline surge unlike anything drugs could give me, and it only grew stronger as Eric seemed to be leaving. 

Panicked, I sped up into a light jog despite being in heels, making my way through the crowd on the dancefloor. It didn't take long before I caught up to him, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt.

Eric had a bewildered look about him as he frantically searched who it could be that had held him back from leaving. When his big, green eyes finally landed on me, they widened as he broke out into a look of relief. "There you are!" he exclaimed, his large hands grabbing my shoulders. "I've been looking for you all over!--"

I was sure I would've started crying if I hadn't reached for the collar of his shirt, tugging him down to my level to press my lips against his in the neediest kiss I had probably ever shared. I flung my arms around his neck as he pulled me closer, both of us letting out relieved sighs at our reunion. 

I wanted to stay like this forever, swimming in the bliss of being reunited with the man who had haunted my every waking thought. However, I couldn't let myself revel in the joy before I got the answer to my question; "You never called!" I said, my hands now at the sides of his face. "You never fucking called!"

Eric hummed, connecting our foreheads as he closed his eyes. "I did... just from a different number. You never answered, so I had to track you down all the way here,"

My thumbs stroked over his cheeks, my anger simmering down into a slow ache. The thought of Eric calling without getting a response made me feel worse than bad. "How?" was all I was able to say, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

Eric blushed a little before pulling away, and I was unsure whether the reason for my sudden dizziness was the loud music or his smile. God, he was gorgeous. "Our dealers are cousins," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist as we swayed on the dance floor. "And your guy told me I could find you here."

"I see," The loving look in Eric's eyes nearly made me melt— it was clear that he had missed me as well. But my questions kept coming to me; "Why did you get a different number? Is everything alright?"

With that, Eric's smile faltered just a little. His grip around my waist tightened as he brought one hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear in a loving gesture. "I... suppose there's a lot I have to tell you, now that I've come all this way,"

I could sense that this was serious— I had seen enough of those guilty eyes for one lifetime. "I see," I repeated, pulling him in for another kiss, reveling in the feeling of tasting him again. There was nothing I had missed more about rehab than this. "Let's talk it out somewhere else, then?"

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It wasn't every day that I brought back men from the club— my policy was no men at my place at all, just in case I encountered a serial killer in disguise. But this thing with Eric was different; he could've moved in for all I cared. He could also proceed to burn it all down, rip me apart with his bare hands, and I'd let him.

However, the difference between Eric and the other men in my life was that I knew, deep down in my heart, that he would never hurt me; which is why I let him into my apartment.

I watched as Eric took a look around, his hands tucked into his front pockets as he whistled; "Quite the place,"

Shrugging, I made my way towards him as he towered over everything in my living room. "Sure is,"

Eric turned to me, a raised brow on display. "You're telling me you're loaded?"

I felt a bit embarrassed— I knew that once Eric found out the truth, he'd think of me just as all the other ones did. The spoiled girl who had nothing else to do but turn to drugs to get a high out of life. I couldn't help but grow nervous, unsure how to explain the truth to him; "Well... It's my parents' money,"

Eric nodded to himself, stepping towards me. "Are they around much? I didn't see them visiting you in rehab,"

The truth stung. "They don't want to look their biggest disappointment in the eye," I mumbled, my gaze falling to my feet. "But they make sure I'm still alive, I suppose. So it's not that bad."

There was a silence before I suddenly felt Eric's long, slender fingers beneath my chin, tilting me up so that I could meet his gaze. I wasn't sure what I was expecting to see, but it certainly wasn't this; compassion. "Their loss," he said, the emerald green of his eyes engulfing my being with unexpected kindness. "At least you got a great apartment out of it."

I let out a warm laugh, now keening against the palm of his hand as he placed it to my cheek. "I've missed you,"

As Eric smiled down at me, it was obvious that his heart fluttered at the sight of me. I had never thought someone would ever look at me like that. "I've missed you too," he breathed. "Thought about you during every waking moment of every day. You have no idea how glad I am that I found you."

I could barely believe this was real— didn't stuff like this only happen in movies? "If only I had known you called," I mumbled, placing my hand on top of his. "Being without you was just hell... What happened?"

Eric inhaled a sharp breath, an unintelligible emotion swimming in his eyes. "I want to be honest with you, but... I'm afraid you'll run,"

In a flash of desperation, I placed his hand against my heart. "I have nowhere else to run but to you,"

Eric's green eyes rounded out, his lips parting in confusion— was I maybe not the only one stunned by the confessions of complete and utter love tonight? "I— Fuck," 

With that, Eric's strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me towards him as our lips came together in a hungry kiss. The sheer force of it, along with the element of surprise, nearly had me stumbling a few steps back. But Eric only followed; I nearly moaned out as I felt his tongue against mine, my hands flying up into his dark locks and pulling him closer. I had missed him more than I had ever missed anything in the world, including drugs— all my swarming feelings of never-dying love had me pushing away all my needs for an answer from him regarding his phone, and I let my back hit the surface of the couch as Eric hovered above me.

"Missed you," he breathed in between kisses, a slight growl to his voice. Something told me Eric was trying to melt himself into me to make sure we would never be apart again— it only made my need for him stronger. I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his tall figure as I attempted to pull him even closer than he already was. 

Fuck, his lips were so soft. Deadly soft. The way Eric was nipping at my lower lip, occasionally sinking his teeth into it to draw out a whimper, was making a familiar knot form in my lower abdomen. I barely registered that my dress was gone before I watched him discard his shirt somewhere on the floor— now that we finally had time, I let my fingers run over his tattoos, smiling into the next kiss as I realized we would finally have that messy morning I was promised. I couldn't wait to lie in his arms, tracing every piece of art on his skin, taking it all in— this was heaven. Everything about finally being alone with Eric was heaven. 

"Missed you too," I eventually managed to moan out, feeling him grow hard against the apex of my thighs. "I don't ever want to be without you again." My breath hitched as Eric left wet kisses down jaw, neck, breasts, and stomach, knowing exactly where he was heading. I drew my hand towards my mouth, gently biting down to suppress a rather girly squeal. 

"You'll never be," Eric purred against my skin, sinking his teeth gently into my thigh to evoke a sound. "If you think we're ever going to be apart from now on, I need you to scour that pretty little brain of yours once more."

It was impossible not to smile, and I squirmed against the couch before Eric's big, strong hands grabbed my hips, holding me in place as he pressed a kiss against my clothed sex. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was doing this to avoid telling me what had happened in the moments we had been apart. Despite wanting to give in to the pleasure, let him tease me and keep me on the edge through the night, my mind wouldn't let me.

In the moment Eric threw my underwear to the floor, now kissing up my thighs and leaving me breathless, I propped myself up on my elbows; "Hold on," I breathed, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair in hopes of getting his attention. "Eric, wait--"

As he looked up at me through his brows, eyes wide with confusion as he paused for me, I didn't know whether I could go through with it. This moment was so damn precious, something I had been longing for ever since the moment I saw him; so why couldn't it wait? With a sigh, I laid back down. 

"You okay?" Eric asked, his thumb rubbing a soothing circle against my hipbone. "Wanna stop?"

That was definitely not it-- I let in a lazy breath, my eyelids drooping over my eyes as my body shivered at the feeling of his hot breath against my cunt. Everything about this situation was making my brain shut down. "No... I don't want to stop," My hands reached for his, and Eric let out a hum, his free hand now ghosting over my sex. "Just wondering whether you drew it or not."

"Drew what?"

"What we did in that stairwell,"

Eric's eyes sparkled with amusement as he laughed, placing a wet kiss against the inside of my thigh. "You bet I did,"

"Will you show me?"

He hummed against my skin; "Later... I'm a little busy here, as you see," Eric hooked his arms around my legs, dragging me closer to him as I yelped. I could only laugh, the realization that I had finally gotten all I had ever wanted hitting me just as I felt the warm trickle of spit running down my cunt-- my hips bucked up in surprise, my breath escaping me. I was about to prop myself up on my elbows for a second time, hoping to get a look at what the fuck he was doing, but as he ran his tongue up between my folds with a ridiculously soft touch, I could only whimper.

The memory of Eric saying he would take his time with me when we were out of rehab suddenly dawned on me-- I was in for the long run.

It didn't take long before he had me writhing beneath him, a whimpering, panting mess. With every swirl of his tongue around my clit, every time he sucked in my aching bud between his plush lips, I held back the urge to buck my hips up against him. It got increasingly hard to keep still, especially when Eric pulled away to simply breathe down on my sex, knowing exactly where he had me. 

"Fuck," I cried, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair-- I did my best not to tighten my grip, fighting the urge to use his dark locks as handles. 

I could feel Eric smiling against me, leaning down to press a soft kiss against my clit; my breath immediately hitched, bucking up against his mouth in an attempt to beg for more. His fingers dug themselves into my thighs, driving my legs further apart as he made space for his broad shoulders. I whined at the loss of friction when he tilted his head to look up at me, and a shiver ran up my spine at the look of his face, slicked with my arousal. 

A mischievous smile spread across Eric's plush, glistening lips; "Someone's impatient,"

I could feel my cheeks redden with embarrassment, lolling my head back down against the couch-- looking at him only made it worse. "Can you blame me? You're doing this on purpose," 

Eric hummed, one hand leaving my thigh to lazily rub soft circles around my clit, using my slick as a lubricant. It only made me squirm, letting out a shaky moan as my back arched slightly off the couch. Even worse, was that I started to feel a small tremble appearing in my hands. "Can't handle a little teasing?" he said, biting his lip as he watched me attempt to suppress my noises. "You keep saying you've waited for me... What happened to your patience?"

I held back the urge to simply kick him-- but that thought immediately slipped out of my mind the second Eric flattened his tongue against me, licking a stripe all the way up to my swollen clit. It was impossible to suppress the hitch of my breath, and the tug I gave his hair in response was purely instinctual. It surprised me further to hear him enjoy it; I decided to keep that observation stored for later.

I had a feeling Eric knew my mind was buzzing, that he wouldn't be able to toy with me much longer. There might've been a few giveaways that I was at my wit's end-- all of which left me feeling like an even bigger mess than I already was beneath him. "I- I can't," I whined, my words leaving me as Eric sucked me in once more. "Wait, please!--"

He hummed against me, now pressing his lips against the crease of my thigh as a chuckle built in his throat. "Fine, fine," he said, playfully sinking his teeth into my skin, his green eyes watching my every move. "I suppose I'm dragging this out... I don't know why I'm feeling nervous."

Nervous? Eric didn't look very nervous to me. "It's just me, though?" I tried, attempting to catch my breath as I laid my hand on top of his. My next words came out shakier than anticipated, especially now that he was kissing way back up my body; "You don't need to be nervous."

Eric hummed, his large, tattooed hands kneading my chest, kissing along the hem of my bra. "It's just... When you left rehab," he started, his lips pressing along my collarbones. "I realized it took me days to recover after a dream with you in it."

The rush of joy surging through my veins reminded me of a hit of amphetamine-- it was all-taking, consuming, and I wanted nothing more than to press him so closely that we'd melt together. "Eric--"

"I've drawn you over and over," he breathed, kissing up my neck with a toe-curling softness. "In every way possible. Imagined the way you'd look at me after waking up in the morning, how it would feel to kiss your pretty little face good night..." Eric's lips hovered above mine, our shared breaths hot and shaky against one another as he continued; "I want you to burn into me like warm glass, mold into one. It sounds insane, but... how else can I ensure we stay together?"

My eyes were wide, finding his, as my hands reached up to cup his face. Like this, I finally had the time to admire the tattoo above his right brow, the deep scar on his cheek, and the tattoo above it. I stroked my thumb over the ink, holding back from connecting our lips just yet; "If you think I'm ever leaving you, I need you to scour that pretty little brain of yours" I breathed, watching his pupils dilate as I bit back a smug smile. "Do I need to remind you that I'm all yours?" My fingers now ghosted over his lips, still wet with my slick, as an idea suddenly hit me. "Actually..."

Eric watched in confusion as I shifted beneath him, now reaching for the table right by the couch. There, I had left a marker which I had previously used to write a birthday card, and I took it into my hand before laying back down, looking up at the puzzled look on his face. "I'm not able to physically melt into you, but..." 

Eric's green eyes widened further, watching as I popped the cap and drew a tiny little heart on the peak of his shoulder.

I met his gaze, beaming up at him; "I can leave my mark,"

The most unexpected thing happened-- The sight of Eric welling up in tears was not something I had counted on when I let my impulses take the lead. For a second, I got genuinely worried I had overstepped all boundaries until he pinned my hand above my head and pressed a needy, passionate kiss against my lips.

I couldn't control the moan that escaped me, my hips bucking up against his, feeling his hard length grind down and brush up against my clit as our chests came together, pulling each other in as close as possible. The need I felt for Eric was undescribable, ravaging through my being-- I had never wanted anyone as bad as this. 

Mind dulled by anticipation and pleasure, I barely registered that he had managed to pry the marker from my fingers and pull it into his hand. Eric disconnected the kiss, pressing his wet lips against my cheek before propping himself up on his knees, scanning his canvas. "I'm definitely dreaming now," he whispered, mostly to himself, hovering above me as he drove the marker tip to the point where my ribs met on my chest. 

I could only smile, watching my favourite artist at work with admiration blossoming in my chest. Knowing I would be decorated with his work made me even more hot and bothered; I did my best to get a look at what he was drawing without disrupting his process. 

Eric drew a line down my chest, a few leaves scattered along it-- it dawned on me that he was drawing a rose. A beautiful, big rose, with that same scratchy style that I recognized from his previous creations. I watched him dart his tongue out, keeping it between his lips, focused; I couldn't help but find it endearing.

"Art on art," he breathed, pulling away to drink in the sight of what he had drawn on my body. Eric's green eyes found mine, his shy smile returning to his plush, glistening lips. "You're beautiful. You're so beautiful."

"So are you," I held back the urge to cry happy tears, my hands reaching out for him. "I love it, Eric. I'm scared of needles, so I won't be able to get this tattooed... Meaning you'll have to draw it over and over. Would you do that for me?"

Eric let out a choked laugh, eyes glossing over as he put the cap back on the marker, discarding it somewhere before returning to his place above me. "I'd do anything for you,"

I hadn't smiled so brightly in what felt like years. Like this, at this moment, I was sure this was it. He was it. 

Before I knew it, we were completely lost in the fiery kiss that ensued-- Eric's tongue against mine, hands lost around my waist as my fingers hooked into his dark locks, our chests heaving at one another. I was so gone, so dizzyingly aroused, that when I felt his thick cock pushing past my sopping entrance, I could only gasp. 

Eric let out a grunt, both of us moaning into the kiss at the immediate relief-- I could barely believe that this was real, that we were back as one. In a sense, this was the melting together that we had both craved so badly. 

My nails dug into his back, leaving crescent marks in their wake as I let him push further into me. Eric buried his face in the crook of my neck, letting out a breathy groan against my skin when he finally moved. His cock stroked my walls the same way it had that one evening in the stairwell, the exact feeling I had chased as I buried my fingers deep inside of me every night since-- I had forgotten how the real deal had felt. How mind-numbingly good it felt to have Eric in me.

I whimpered as I felt his cock throb upwards, immediately hitting my sweet spot, and I wrapped my legs around him, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. Knowing I bared his mark on my chest, knowing he had dreamed of this as well, only strengthened the electricity running all the way up to the tips of my fingers. I didn't know how I was supposed to last long at all, especially when I heard Eric moan out my name-- I shivered, pressing my lips against the heart I had drawn on his shoulder. 

I noticed a blush creep up his cheeks before he connected our lips once more, but it was hard to kiss properly when we were both in a heavy daze of pleasure-- we ended up mostly breathing against one another, Eric's green eyes watching as I let out a string of moans with every stroke of his cock. 

"You're everything," Eric rambled, nipping at my lower lip to suppress another grunt. "You're everything, you're-- Fuck!--" His hands dug into my hips, fucking me properly into the couch as he deepened his thrusts. 

My heart fluttered in my marked chest as I realized we were both looking down to watch our union-- the sight of Eric's cock pumping in and out of me, the wet sounds of our love filling the room, was almost enough to bring me over the edge. I also caught a glimpse of the petals drawn over my body, realizing I was admiring both the art and his body against mine. 

My back arched off the couch as Eric shifted, angling his thrusts upwards-- now, he was dead on pumping his cock against my sweet spot, which had me mewling out against his lips. "Eric, I-- I'm not gonna last, a-ah!--"

With glossy eyes, I watched a smirk spread across Eric's lips; "Let go if you need to," he cooed, his dark hair now kissing his forehead as he let out a laboured grunt. "We'll go again, baby-- hah, don't worry."

That was all I needed-- my heart fluttered, realizing we had all the time in the world to fuck all through the night. 

Forever, if we wanted to.

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This was nice. Stupidly nice. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this moment.

The softness of his fingers running up my bare shoulder, the kindness with which he bathed me-- I didn't even know this existed before now. I looked up at Eric, my head nuzzled against his broad, tattooed chest as we lay in post-coital bliss. I reached out to trace the heart I had marked him with, and I wondered what else I could draw on his beautiful body.

However, I knew I had to ask the question he hadn't been willing to answer yet. I had to look past how heavy his beautiful lashes looked in his drowsy state, and how badly I wanted to reach out and trace the upward slope of his nose, to ask what needed to be asked. "Eric?"

He hummed, glancing down at me. 

It was incredibly hard to take my eyes off his kiss-swollen lips. "You never told me,"

"Told you what?"

It felt as though we'd had this conversation about three times now; "You didn't tell me why you changed your number. Or why you waited to reach out. Or, better yet, why you didn't just show up here... I even gave you my address," I couldn't stop the imminent pout appearing across my lips-- I had forgotten how upset I was about this. "I waited for you. I nearly drove myself crazy thinking I'd imagined it all."

Sighing, Eric's gaze diverted to the ceiling. "I'm sorry. I will tell you everything. Just... could I have one more day?"

"What?" Something told me that his secret was a lot more damning than I initially thought-- why was he so reluctant to tell me? Did he think it would change how I felt?

"One more day," he echoed, his tattoed hand mindlessly traveling up into my hair as his eyes glossed over.  "Just give me one more day..."

I didn't know what to say, at a loss for words. Instead, I popped the cap to the marker in my hand, realizing I wouldn't be the one to deny him his one wish. Eric closed his eyes with a sigh of relief as he felt the tip of the marker against his skin once more; time was a gift I was willing to give him.

I was willing to give him absolutely anything he'd ever want-- I just hoped it wouldn't be the death of me.

(a/n: PART 1 and PART 2 linked here<33 thank you for reading!!)

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Guardian Angel

Ship: Eric Draven x Gilmour Enix

Word Count: 923

Summary: Yayyy first Eric fic!! Gil keeps encountering a mysterious but well-meaning stranger. Tonight, they spend significant time together. CWs for food mentions, brief death mention, brief implied suggestiveness.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @knightfallships

Gil was in the usual place he could be expected on a Friday evening— the cramped, smoky lobby of the Bronze Inn. It was an apartment complex before the rent got too high, then it ironically became a budget hotel. He looked at the digital clock beside the register. 7:34pm shone solidly back at him. Above his head, two tenants slept. A third, whose exit date was rapidly approaching, hadn’t been seen since they entered.

Gil ruled that they were, realistically, dead, but he wasn’t about to go up there and find out. They were just about to call it a night when the door creaked open, letting in a gust of freezing rain.

“How many nights?” It asked without looking up from their magazine.

“Just the one, I think.”

Their gaze flicked up. Past their spotty glasses, they caught a familiar glimpse. He straightened up and cleared his throat. “Have you been following me?”

The man who had entered smiled behind his pale facepaint. “Ever heard of coincidence?”

Gil hummed. “Too much coincidence and I think they call it intentional. Who are you?”

The man half-bowed. “Simply a travelling showman, my good sir.”

“Yeah, right.” His stomach growled and he sighed, rubbing his face underneath his glasses.

“Why don’t we ditch this place and fill up the fuel tank?”

They looked around. “Well… alright.” They bent down and retrieved a folded sign from under the desk, placing it on top. Gone on Smoke Break- Clerk Will Return Shortly. He then grabbed his coat and came up beside the stranger. “Beats sleeping on an empty stomach.”

The stranger gave him a sympathetic look as they set out into the dreary night. Gil pulled up his hood, following the dark-haired man to what was essentially a shack on a corner. It had a large window open to the street and a counter where customers could sit. Inside, it was as if someone had carved a kitchen out of a more traditional restaurant and plopped it on the side of the road. The sign on top of the shack read Maxi-Dogs. Gil ordered a cheeseburger and a cherry cola, happy to fill his ornery stomach.

“You’re not going to get anything?” He asked of the stranger, who put his hand up dismissively.

“I already ate. And don’t worry about paying, it’s on me.”

Gil couldn’t help but still feel cynical. He sighed and set down his sandwich. “Alright, what is it that you want?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re being awfully cordial to me… trust me, I’m just a bellhop. I don’t do any of that backdoor stuff…”

The stranger frowned, putting a firm but comforting hand on Gil’s arm. “Hey. I’m not that kind of guy. I promise.” His tone was soft and insistent, his gaze painfully sincere. Quietly, they went back to eating. “Do they still show movies in this dump?” The stranger continued when they were finished.

“Theater’s been closed for years, stranger,” Gil almost chuckled. “Do you live under a rock?”

He smiled. “Something like that. Well, come on.”

Before Gil could ask what he was up to, they were being led away from the food stall. As the rain grew heavier, Gil let the man rush him to the old abandoned theater.

“I told you, it’s closed!” Gil shouted over the downpour. He watched the man climb a ladder on the side of the building before forcing open a nearby window. He waved them inside and they sighed, following him and landing in a dark projector room. As their eyes adjusted to the lack of light, they saw the stranger digging through a box of film. “You know, I’ve got to get back to work at some point… I’m the only one there tonight, and I only get a few hours of sleep as it is.”

“I’ll pick a short one. It’ll be good for you.”

Gil gave him a questioning look he couldn’t have seen in the shadows. “I’ll find us some seats,” it sighed, blindly leaving the room. As it felt around, it tried to wrack its brain on if it knew the man it’d spent the evening with. Other than seeing him around before and having the briefest of interactions, it knew nothing about him. He seemed strangely kind for the world Gil lived in. It was hard to believe it was at all genuine. The screen suddenly flickered to life as the stranger wiped dust and cobwebs away from the projector’s lens. He joined them shortly in a back row as a Pop-Eye film began to play. Gil pushed back his hood.

“Can’t believe this all still works… too bad the speakers aren’t hooked up,” they commented after a beat. They then looked to the stranger. “Can’t you at least tell me your name, if you aren’t going to tell me why you’re so interested in me?”

The stranger hesitated, eyes locked on the screen, his jaw slightly slanted. Finally, he looked at them, again with those purely dutiful eyes. “It’s Eric. And I’m interested in you because you’re… special.”

“Eric,” Gil repeated. They both redirected their attention to the silent animation. As it went on, Gil felt exhaustion settling in their body, their vision blurring as they struggled to keep their eyes open. Giving in, they found themself leaning against Eric’s shoulder.

“You can close your eyes, Starchild… I’ve got you.” Eric spoke softly, then looked up as his raven friend flew in through the open window. “Let’s make sure he gets home safe.”

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Tag Game: OC in 15

Thank you to @late-to-the-fandom and @thewritingautisticat for tagging me!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well!

I've been on a Draven kick lately so I'll choose him. He's got a lot of fun lines. These lines are all from The Hunter, the Myth and the Cure from Tales from Valaria. For context, he's a werewolf hunter with a sarcastic sense of humor and a gun. Two guns.

“What, you haven’t heard of me?”

Enough with the formalities, Fairy. You know who I am and my reputation, you're the one who summoned me here behind the Guild's back.”

"Are we judging each other's fashion choices? Because your fancy vest and dress shirt wouldn't last a day in my line of work."

“You are. So lucky. I didn't shoot you.”

“Try that again,” Draven hissed in his ear,” and I’ll carve out your organs and sell them on the black market.”

"You did say that… are you finally giving me answers a whole" —Draven made a show of checking the clock on the desk— "two years later?"

“The only reason you’re aware of this plan, Fairy, is you’re, unfortunately, essential to its completion.”

“I can name at least three people in the guild who’ll thirst for your blood after seeing this."

Draven winced at the thought. “Ugh, fine. But I will not apologize for the names I will call you.”

“You know what, I don’t want to know. I’m going back to bed.”

“Don’t you think that was a bit much?” he muttered out the side of his mouth.

“You’d think the living legend would know more about the mythical rock.”

“You do realize we’re talking about circumventing the laws of nature, right?”

“I can already tell I’m not going to like this.”

Fun fact: in the very first draft Draven had knives. But then I gave Octavian knives, so Draven got the pistols for more variety. I also love the idea of a character who's just Some Guy in a fantasy story. Just Some Guy with the power of gun.

No pressure tagging: @gamerkats @fourwingedsnake @themswritinwords @faytelumos @chronicallydragons @spitefulbull and open tag!

[astromechs]

may i humbly request a mon x literally anyone you feel like? i love any and all content featuring my space wife <3

so. i got mon/draven in my head, and now this became a 1k oneshot. also on ao3, actually also tagging @andorerso in this because i'm going to take the other option on your prompt, but here is a bonus of mon/draven 💕

Soon, the base on Yavin IV will have to be evacuated in its entirety. To where, no one knows; there hasn't been enough personnel to form teams that could scout locations or to analyze the data they would find. Even if there were, though, there's always the matter of time.

The matter of time, which is always against them.

Still, the sounds of celebration continue to pierce the walls and shake the floor under their feet. A victory, especially one this significant, merits it; it's come at a cost, greater than most will ever know, but it's still a victory, and everyone here has had a role to play in it. Everyone here has earned their right to celebrate.

Even if the Empire, of course, is still out there, lurking closer than ever, with a firm Alliance location fixed in their databases that they will return to before long (the matter, again, of time), Mon will leave everyone be — if only for one night.

She's made her requisite appearance and delivered her requisite words, has smiled at their remaining numbers and given the energy of inspiration like any competent leader should, but it'd all burned out the instant she'd turned away. Her heart, heavy since the council meeting (heavy for more years than she can count up to this point), had not found, and still does not find, itself buoyed by the mood; the cost is a mark that is not so easily wiped clean.

As she slips away, into the corridors, she thinks of Jyn Erso, the woman they'd failed in so many ways, but perhaps most egregiously at the end, who'll now never get to live to see the results of her conviction; she thinks of Captain Cassian Andor, their best and brightest, a man who, in the time that she's known him, has shown nothing but unwavering dedication to exactly what this cause requires, even if it'd taken pieces of him that he'll never have the opportunity to put back together. She thinks of everyone who had gone with them to Scarif, the souls brave enough to act, no matter what, even when their own council could not. She thinks of the pilots who had not touched down on the surface of Yavin IV — the majority of the number that had taken off.

The assault on the Death Star is a victory against a seemingly unbeatable enemy, but it's difficult to think of it as an unambiguous win, no matter how much the Luthens and others of their movement would deem that thought naive.

Still, that's war — and far from the chambers of the Galactic Senate, she knows that now, with unquestioning certainty.

So, too, does the man sitting behind a desk in the office that Mon has found herself stepping into.

She can't remember a time when General Davits Draven hasn't looked tired and haggard, but here, in the low light of the power-savers, he's wearing years of cumulatively acquired exhaustion everywhere on his face; the circles under his eyes have somehow become more pronounced even over the past few days, his skin more sunken, hollow. There are two glasses with Corellian brandy on his desk, one mostly full, with his fingers wrapped loosely around the base, and the other just slightly off to the side, completely untouched.

Most in the Alliance would think of him as hard and cold, the sort of man one would depend on to make quick calls and snap decisions that might toe the lines of morality — at least for those who, like her, had come from softer beginnings. But hard and cold when needed, able to put aside sentiment for the sake of the greater good, doesn't mean that the sentiment isn't there; he cares for the subordinates under his command, looks out for them as much as he is able, and even if he may be reluctant to show, under that exterior, he has a heart that aches.

He's taken these losses hard; that much is clear. Beyond that, Mon has to infer, but it's a good guess that he's taken the loss of Captain Andor, someone he'd personally mentored for years, the hardest of all.

It says a great deal that he allows her to brush her hand against his when she approaches the desk, that he allows her to linger there for a moment before she gently drags it away, taking the untouched glass instead. It says a great deal that she can see a flicker of emotion in his face, a twitch of his jaw, before he hides it behind the rim of his glass, swallowing down half of its contents in one gulp, and hardly so much as even clearing his throat once he does.

Mon doesn't quite follow suit, but she stays close, leaning against the edge of the desk, taking a few sips herself. It's, specifically, from the bottle she'd gifted him once, several years ago — apparently saved until now. One might call it a special occasion, a celebration, but of course she knows better.

This is no more a celebration than the face she'd put on before quietly exiting the festivities. It's a requiem.

One moment carved out of time that's always running against them, because it's one moment that's critical for the sake of maintaining their humanity.

The chrono flashes, changing on the wall, emphasizing just how much those seconds are ticking away, but Mon says nothing, occasionally glancing out of the corner of her eye, until she, eventually, drains the contents of her glass and sets it back down onto the surface of the desk with a gentle clink.

Until her voice finally finds her again; it's shaky, hesitant under a mask that few can be allowed to see past, for the sake of their movement's survival — especially at such a crucial moment. But here and only here, she asks, "What now?"

Draven sets his glass down as well. His back straightens in his chair, and his hollowed face fills with purpose.

"Now," he says. "We have a war to win."

[flowersandbigteeth]

Your vampire detective rescues you

I've had this is my docs for some time so I finally decided to post it ^_^'

General Plot: You've been kidnapped and a local detective comes to save you

Vampire (Jade) x fem reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: sfw vampire fluff, mention of physical abuse and mention of borderline sa, some violence, biting and blood drinking, yandere behavior

Jade tried to school her features as she entered the hyena’s den. She remembered the gun she had tucked in her jacket and the couple of knives strapped to her in various places, but as a vampire she rarely resorted to using those. They were more utility items she kept on hand for special situations. Still, going over her inventory kept her mind busy and not on…darker topics. 

She saw you first, your cheeks hollowed from starvation and bruises covering your arms and legs, shuffling down the hall towards her. Her heart fluttered with some relief…you were alive at least. They hadn’t starved you too badly, you were still recognizable, resembling your picture. You were clean and smelled like soap, but your body was mottled with green and yellow spots from old bruises. Despite your physical condition, they’d dressed you up in a proper, albeit shorter, maid’s uniform. A lace collar hung around your neck with a gold tag that read in large black letters “DRAVEN’S PET”. 

“This way, ma’am,” you muttered, quietly, your eyes glazed and empty. 

You hardly waited for her to follow you as you led her to your master’s office, where after showing her to her seat and pouring the vampire a polite glass of your own blood, harvested in anticipation for her arrival, you thankfully made your way to Draven’s feet. He liked you to sit on his right side so he could play with your hair while he did business. You were happy for the rest, dizzy and tired after giving so much blood. 

You lolled your head into the warmth of his furry calf. You hated him. He was no friend to you, but his body was the only warmth you got. They kept the building cold and never provided you with the proper clothes or blankets to sleep. If you didn’t cuddle up to Draven like he wanted, you just got to shiver. 

It was just another one of the sick games he played with you. He was weirdly disgusted with humans and he had a bizarre fascination with your torture and then comfort.  

He’d undress you and spray you with ice cold water just to watch you crawl to him and beg for relief, shivering and clinging to him afterwards.  He’d beat you and then gently soothe your wounds, whispering about how he had to do it for your own good and that it wasn’t your fault you were born human and disgusting. 

He’d promise he’d take care of you even though you repulsed him. It was a constant see-saw of punishment then twisted comfort. Recently, he’d started jerking off on you, refusing to touch you (not that you wanted him to) except to smear his spend over your cheeks and slap you for tempting him with your filthy human body. 

“Welcome Miss Heartstrom,” Draven said, his sharp gold eyes trained on her while his fingers absently played in your hair, “what can I help you with today?” 

Jade narrowed her eyes and tightened her jaw. A hairline crack appeared in the glass she’d picked up. The smell of your blood was intoxicating and unexpected.

She was fascinated with you and your sudden nearness, the taste of your precious blood in her mouth as she tried to evenly take a sip, was making her eyes glow. She could feel it and hoped the hyena was too stupid to take it to mean anything.

In fact, at that moment she was supposed to be investigating the disappearance of another woman all together…a rich woman, whose family had the means to bring their case to her famous detective agency to investigate. 

You had just been one of the pictures in a pile of other missing women, whose cases had gone unsolved that she had been using for reference. Only when she’d gotten to your picture, she’d stopped. The other woman was forgotten, suddenly she wanted to know more and more about you. She’d spent hours pouring through your social media. One video of you in particular she played over and over again, hoping you were still alive. It was at a birthday party and you were dressed in yellow to match the theme. 

“(Y/N) look! Look!” the camera person said. 

You scurried away shyly, making him chase you until he cornered you at a fence.

“Come on (Y/N), don’t ruin the video. Give Sasha a birthday message!” 

You’d blushed and looked into the camera, biting your bottom lip before smiling. 

“Happy Birthday beautiful, beautiful girl!” you’d said with mischief on your face then started making kissy noises and coming at the camera man. 

“Come-ere lemme give you some kisses for your birthday! They’ll last forever this way!” you cried as you raised your arms to chase after the poor guy. He laughed, and the camera swung away from you as he made his escape. 

“You’re so weird (Y/N)!” he chuckled and then the clip ended. 

She’d played your silly kissy face to herself a million times and imagined she was the beautiful, beautiful girl you were talking to.  That was why she was looking for you and not the woman whose family had paid her six figures to find their daughter. 

She had to straighten her face and drag her bright eyes away from you, even as your taste rolled around on her tongue. 

“I’m here to buy livestock,” she said, forcing herself to smile and allowing herself another glance down at you, “I can already see I came to the right place.” 

Draven looked pleased. A compliment to his pet was a compliment to him and he loved having his ego stroked. You shuddered staring up at the vampire. It was a pity she was so beautiful and that she was here to engage in shady business. 

She had long red hair, waving behind her like a banner in a thick ponytail, and sharp green eyes. Her facial structure was nothing short of handsome, giving the world’s best models a run for their money with flawless, creamy skin and high cheekbones. You frowned at your own blood on her plump, red lips. A crisp white shirt and stovepipe pants encased her long, lithe body. Exactly your type. You couldn’t help but muse at the irony. 

“We have a number of girls to choose from, maybe we can narrow it down,” he explained, “do you have a type?” 

Her eyes dropped to you again and you noticed they were glowing. Draven seemed to pick up on your interest. 

“My pet is not for sale, but we have other girls with similar features,” he offered. 

“Oh come on,” she said, willing to haggle because she had no intention of paying, “I’ll give you double what she’s worth. I like the look of her.” 

The hyena moved to pull you behind him, but she stopped him. 

“Triple…what’s the attachment? It’s not like you’re fucking her or something…” 

She hoped to hell and back the answer was no, but the question seemed to infuriate Draven. 

“Of course not!” he snarled. 

She smirked. 

“Doesn’t look that way to me, I bet you love her sweet little body. Is her cunt tight?” she taunted him. She’d had no idea about this insecurity going into this, but it worked for what she needed to do. She held her breath. This could go one of two ways, he could call for security and have her thrown out or he could…

“I don’t fuck filthy humans!” he snarled marching over to her to throw her out himself.

Draven stormed over to her and tried to grab her by the throat only…

Perhaps you imagined it because it happened so fast, but the woman pulled some kind of smooth judo maneuver and found herself on top of his back, with him face down on the floor. There was a sick twist and a snap. The hyena stopped moving, his head facing the wrong direction. 

You gasped as the woman looked up to you and hurriedly pushed a finger to her lips telling you to be quiet. If you called for other guards now to help you…what would happen? You could end up with whichever of the hyenas wanted you first or you could see what this pretty woman was all about. You bet on the woman and shut up as she scrambled over to you. 

“You’re (Y/FN) (Y/LN)!” she whispered, brightly, grinning at you. 

You narrowed your eyes at her, still dizzy from blood loss. 

“How do you know my name?” you asked. 

“I’m a private investigator,” she told you, “I was hired to find…well I found you!” 

You nodded weakly, the room a little swimmy. 

She frowned.

“Hey…there’s about thirty police officers outside that are gonna raid this place in a few minutes…do you wanna go with them and spend the night answering questions at the hospital…or…would you like a bowl of soup at my house and blanket in front of the fireplace?” 

If the vampire wanted to keep you alive, she couldn’t take any more of your blood and talking to the police for hours in a cold hospital with nowhere to go home to when they booted you in the morning sounded like the opposite of what you wanted to do. So you chose the alternative. 

“I’ll…I’ll go with you,” you murmured, before the world went black. 

–

You woke to a warm room and the smell of lavender. Looking around the events of the night before returned to you. The bedroom you were in was decorated in dark colors, chocolate and dark green, with abstract paintings on the walls. 

The door opened hurriedly and the vampire appeared, grinning when she saw you. 

“Oh thank god you’re awake,” she said, “I was worried I’d made a mistake and you needed to go to the hospital. Stay there, I'll get you some food.” 

She slipped out of the room and returned a moment later with some Chinese food. 

“Sorry, I know I promised you a bowl of soup, but this is actually all I’ve got ready to go. I just ordered it,” she said, a blush spreading on her cheeks. 

You waved the food over, starving. 

“I’ll take it,” you said, “thanks…”

“Jade,” she finished for you. 

You gave her a small smile. 

“That’s pretty,” you said and she glowed. 

You dove into the food and heard her gasp lightly, plucking the fork from your hand. 

“Slow down, love,” she said softly, “don’t wanna see you get sick.” 

She pulled the chinese food box from you and the bed sank a bit as she sat down next to you, holding out a forkful to you. 

“I’ll help,” she said. 

You were going to argue with her. You didn’t need to be fed like a baby, but you didn’t really have the strength, so you opened your mouth like a chick and accepted what she offered you. She was happy you were eager for food, it spoke to your health. 

“You’ve been through a lot,” she murmured as she fed you, “I was so worried I wouldn’t find you in time.” 

You shuddered at the implication. Though you couldn’t bear to speak the words, you knew in your heart Draven would have killed you eventually. You ate quietly until she’d determined you’d had all you could without getting sick. 

“Let’s get you out of that,” she said softly, her eyes on the maid’s uniform you were still wearing. 

She leaned down and with surprisingly strong hands, snatched the collar from your neck. Then her long fingers moved lower, tearing the dress down the middle with a loud ripping sound. You gasped, a bit shy, being suddenly bare in front of the strange vampire. Her eyes drifted over you, a bit of sadness in them. 

“I’m so sorry for what that monster did to you,” she said quietly. 

Her green irises flicked up to meet yours. 

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you again,” she added, her voice full of conviction. 

“Why did you rescue me?” you asked. 

You weren’t anybody. No one would have been looking for you. Your friends would have missed you, but would have gotten over it and assumed you just moved.  She smiled, her lips parting slightly, exposing the tips of her fangs. Her hand drifted up to your cheek and she brushed your soft skin with her thumb. 

“Because you are lovely and deserve to have someone come for you,” she answered, “now you are mine.” 

You blinked at her a little miffed. 

“Yours?” you asked and she bit her bottom lip nodding. 

Her eyes started to glow as her head moved closer and closer, stopping just where your neck met your shoulder. 

“I’m going to make you mine forever,” she purred, her cool breath on your skin making you tingle. 

You didn’t have time to respond, in the next second her fangs were buried in your neck. A scream died in your throat as the prick of pain receded and you were drenched in pure pleasure. One strong hand slid up your back, while the other kept your head in place as she drank from you. Your vision was clouded with a kaleidoscope of colors. You greedily submitted to the bliss her bite bloomed in you, not at all concerned when she reached the point of no return and you breathed your last human breath. 

Death was a moment of ethereal silence and then there was the coppery taste of blood on your lips. Her blood, winding its way through your network of veins until you were resurrected. You became something else. Your throat burned with a desperate thirst. 

When you could open your eyes, you only saw her looking back at you. You felt the connection she’d forged within you. There was no fighting this. She owned your body and soul.  

You tried to scramble away from her, alarmed, but you stopped as you were suddenly aware that all of the residual pain you’d been feeling from your captivity was gone. You felt strong, abnormally strong and slowly all of your senses began to sharpen. The room, which had been dim before, was bright as day and the hum of chatter from people walking through the streets outside was as loud as if they’d been in the room with you. 

“What- what did you do to me?” you stammered. 

She grinned, a bit of your blood painting her lips deep red. 

“I’ve claimed you, my love,” she sighed with satisfaction. 

Her fingers carded your hair as she took in the beautiful vampire you’d become. Hers to love always. You could never leave her, never betray her. You were her perfect companion.  Forever.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

chapter 5

tags: @illiana-mystery

Warnings: warnings: warnings: swearing, divorce, suggestive jokes, Roman makes self deprecating jokes (mostly about his weight and money situation), smoking, drinking, Roman gets turned on, Kate is her own warning here

I knocked on Roman's door, rocking on my heels as I fidgeted with my shirt. The sleeves had been stretched out with holes cut for my thumbs. A long leather jacket was thrown on top and my black jeans clung to my legs. My boots were loosely tied and thick black eye liner brought out my eyes. It had taken more time than I wanted to tease my hair out the way Eric had taught me but the end result was pretty cool. I only ever really dressed like this when Eric asked me to come to a gig but it was fun. Roman finally opened his door and his jaw dropped. My face heated up as Roman looked me over.

"Wow." He breathed out. "You look...wow." I smiled sheepishly and ducked my head. "I mean it. I just can't think of any words to describe you right now." Roman said, a light blush taking over his face.

"Thanks." I said softly. "Eric's band plays at this punk goth bar most of the time and its just a fun excuse to dress up sometimes." I shrugged. Roman nodded then bit his lip.

"We have a bit of time right?" I nodded.

"Yeah. I just figured we'd get to the venue early so you can properly meet Eric and Shelly. Why?" Roman ushered me into his apartment.

"Because I wanna change." He said as I walked through the door. I looked around and smiled to myself. "I'm sure I have a black shirt somewhere." Roman disappeared through what I assumed was his bedroom door and I moved towards his fireplace. There were pictures lining the mantle. Cara and Mara sat on his lap in one and I smiled at the one of them in what only could be school pictures. I saw one that had been ripped, but showed what had to be the whole family. "Yeah I ripped Kate out of that one." Roman said, scaring me slightly as he came back. “I got really pissed at her when we divorced. Best way I could take out that frustration." I turned back towards him and smiled as I looked him over, making it his turn to blush.

“you look good.” I said. Roman shrugged. “Seriously. You do.” He nodded towards the door and I followed him down to his car. “Only thing that’s missing is the eyeliner and teasing your hair.” Roman made a face and I laughed. “Maybe one day.” He held my door open for me and I bit my lip as I got in the car. Roman waited for me to give him directions before heading out of the garage. “This may be a bit heavier than what you normally listen to but I can guarantee it’ll be worth it.” I said after Roman had gotten on the highway.

“yeah?” He asked. I nodded. “So how long have you known those two?”

“oh as long as I’ve worked at the museum.” I said. “I met Eric first. He introduced me to Shelly about a month later when she got moved to the front desk.” Roman glanced over at me.

“sounds like the two of you have a history.” He said. “Any dark secrets I could convince either to tell me?” I laughed and shrugged.

“Shelly would need to be good and drunk I think. Eric well…” I rolled my eyes. “Eric just needs the right bribe.”

“noted.” Roman laughed. He reached over and picked up my hand. He kissed the back of it before intertwining our fingers. “I’m excited. Seriously. I think tonight is going to be fun.”

“it will. Eric always puts on a great show.” I confirmed. “Oh. By the way. The band is called hangman’s joke.”

“interesting name.” Roman said. I nodded.

“Turn here.” I said as Roman neared the stop light. “This is the place.” Roman looked over the building and I smiled as I got out of the car. “Welcome to the cemetery.” Romans eyes went wide for a second before he nodded, reaching for my hand again. I interlaced our fingers as we walked in. “I’m on the list. Eric draven invited me.” The bouncer nodded.

“why do you always do that (Y/N)?” He asked with a laugh. I shrugged.

“makes it more fun. And it makes him feel bigger than shit.” I laughed. “Roman this is heath. He’s usually here as a bouncer when Eric plays.”

“I’m the only bouncer who will put up with him.” Heath teased as he held his hand out to Roman. “This the waiter? The one you keep going back to that shitty diner for? Shelly told me about that. Said you thought he was hot shit.” I felt my cheeks heat up and sheepishly looked away. “Ah it is! Shelly said you’d be bringing him. Time you found someone.”

“shut up heath.” I muttered, smiling at him as I started to push past. “Say hi to the wife for me.” Heath nodded and let us pass. “So uh heaths a pretty nice guy. Takes too many dates to the museum but I think that’s more to bother Eric and Shelly when they work. He loves us though. Thinks of us as his kids.” Roman nodded, a smiled plastered on his face. “Ah shut up.”

“so im hot shit?” He asked, laughter clear in his voice. I rolled my eyes.

“like I said. Shut up.” Roman moved closer to me the more into the crowd we got. His arm made its way over my shoulders and I snuggled into him, wrapping my arm around his waist. “Bars over in the corner if you wanna grab something. Just have them put it on Eric’s tab.” I waved in the general direction of the bar. Roman nodded as we came up to the stage. Shelly saw us and rounded the curtain to let us through the rope. “Hey!” I said, letting go of Roman to hug her. “What’s wrong?” I cocked my head at the look of worry on her face.

“Moes sick.” Eric said, hugging me and shaking hands with Roman. “I need you to play.” I shook my head.

“not a chance Eric. We can here to watch you. I’m on a date.” I countered. Eric rubbed his eyes before pushing his hair back.

“and there’s no watching me if there’s no guitar player (Y/N). Please. Just for tonight.” Eric pleaded. I pushed my hand over my forehead and up to my hairline. Roman bumped my shoulder.

“I did say I wanted to see you play.” He said. I gave him a look and he squeezed my shoulder. “Come on (Y/N). Please. For me.” Roman pulled me closer and kissed my cheek. My cheeks grew warm and I nodded.

“ok. Ok. Fine.” I said. “I’ll play. But only tonight.” I pointed a finger at Eric. “And you owe me. Big time.” Eric hugged me and lifted me off the ground.

“thank you!” He cheered. “Now come on. We need to do sound check and get ready.” He took my hand and tugged me along.

“stay with Shelly! I’ll come find you after the show. I promise Roman!” I called back as Eric pulled me behind the curtain. Roman was smiling as I disappeared. “Thanks for ruining date night Eric.” I grouched as I slung moes guitar over my shoulder. I adjusted the strap and went about tuning it.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Eric said, a small grin on his face.

“no you’re not asshole.” I shot back. “Alright. Ready.” We warmed up as everyone bustled around the stage, prepping our setup and getting us ready to go. Eric looked at me one last time before the curtain went up. I nodded and played the opening chord, starting the show. ——————-Roman POV——————————

Shelly led me towards a corner of the floor next to the stairs leading to the stage. Apparently it was the perfect place to watch the show without having to deal with the rest of the crowd.

“Does this happen often?” I asked her. Shelly laughed.

“every other show.” She explained. “It’s why (Y/N) gets so pissed off at Eric about it. He needs a real back up guitarist but he refuses to hire one. I honestly believe he thinks (Y/N) is always going to be there to fill in. But they’re gonna get outta here one day. And he’s going to have to accept that.” I nodded, wondering if they would want me along when they left. “Don’t worry Roman. They like you too much to just disappear on you.” I blushed.

“didn’t realize I was being that obvious.” I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I really like them. My kids like them. I just…” I sighed and glanced at the stage. The curtain was still down. “When I first started dating my ex it wasn’t like this. It was a slow build up. I didn’t even really like her much when we first started dating. I saw her maybe twice in that first month because I was so unsure about how I felt about her.” Shelly put her hand on my arm and rubbed circles into my bicep. It didn’t feel as comforting as when (Y/N) did it but it was confronting nonetheless. “With (Y/N)…” I laughed. “I’ve seen them everyday since I worked up the courage to talk to them at the diner. It helps we live in the same building but I’m just drawn to them. Everything about them…” I laughed. “I sound like a fucking rom com love interest.” Shelly smiled softly at me. “For the first time in my life I know exactly what I want to do and who I want to be with. And it’s (Y/N). I just want to make them happy.”

“trust me Roman. They haven’t been this happy in a long time.” She assured me. She was about to say something else when the lights went down and the curtains went up. A guitar started and two spotlights appeared. Eric appeared and Shelly cheered. I clapped even though he wasn’t the one playing. I squinted at the stage and gasped when (Y/N) appeared. My eyes flew to the neck of the guitar, watching their fingers fly across the board. I gulped as I watched them, blood rushing to my cheeks. Shelly screamed next to me as Eric stepped up to the microphone but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from (Y/N).

“wow.” I breathed out. Shelly elbowed me and smiled up at me.

“told ya.” She yelled above the music. I nodded slowly as I felt blood start to rush elsewhere. I bit my lip and dug my nails into the palm of my hands. Shelly was standing right next to me. She would know. She would know and then tell (Y/N) how I got a hard on just from watching them play guitar. I kept staring at them, trying to think of the most unattractive things I could, and praying the show would end soon.

———————-regular POV——————————-

I looked out over the crowd as I stepped up to the edge of the stage, getting ready for my solo. I smiled down at Roman and he gave me a strained one. My eyebrows furrowed before I let my eyes drift down his body. I bit my lip as I noticed the slight hard on he had. Shelly winked at me and I winked back before losing myself in the music. Eric’s voice trailed behind my guitar line and I closed my eyes. The show flew by and before I knew it, Eric had grabbed my hand and led me into the final bow. I dashed off stage to put the guitar down. Eric hugged me tightly once it was back in its case.

“Thank you!” He breathed out. I pushed on his chest. “Thank you!”

“yeah. I get it. Now let go of me you goof.” I finally pushed him off me and grabbed a towel to wipe some of the sweat off. “And don’t you dare ask me to join the band officially. The answer is always going to be no.” Eric shrugged as he toweled his hair. Shelly came running backstage and right to Eric. I shook my head as they kissed, tossing the towel to the side. I looked to the side as Roman appeared behind the curtain.

“hey.” He said. I smiled at him as he walked over. Roman held his arms open after glancing at the couple behind me. I shook my head.

“no way.” I laughed. Roman shrugged and moved closer. “Roman don’t. I’m sweaty and stinky and gross.” Roman wrapped his arms around my waist and I gently pushed his chest. “Roman.” I whined, only resulting in Roman tightening his hold on me. “Come on.”

“I could kiss you right now.” Roman whispered. I stared at him and stopped pushing at his chest. His eyes shown and he gulped as I took in what he said.

“Why don’t you?” I whispered back, wrapping my arms around his neck. Roman smiled and leaned in. I threaded my fingers through his hair as Roman kissed me. I sighed through my nose before relaxing into Roman. We pulled away with a small laugh. “I guess there goes my argument huh?” Roman nodded before pressing his forehead against mine.

“yeah.” Roman breathed out. “Although that doesn’t help my little problem.” I giggled as I played with his hair.

“Oh I saw that. You’re lucky no one else did.” I said, pecking his lips. “Who knew watching me play would get you turned on.”

“Not me.” Roman blushed. “If I had I wouldn’t have pushed you to play here. We would have been at my apartment instead.” I laughed before breaking away.

“We’re gonna head out.” I said, linking my arm with Roman’s as we walked over by Eric and Shelly. “Try to salvage what’s left of our date night.” I stepped closer to Roman.

“it was a great show though.” Roman added. “I’d love to see it with the full band.” Eric nodded with a laugh.

“of course. Have this one here bring you to the next show. Moe should be better by then.” I rolled my eyes.

“what? So you can rope me into playing for you again?” I teased. “Hell no.” Eric shook his head and hugged me again before shaking Roman’s hand.

“nice properly meeting you man. Bout time (Y/N) felt comfortable bringing someone around us.” Eric said as Shelly nodded. Roman blushed and wrapped his arm over my shoulder. I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around his waist. Roman kissed my head.

“see ya at work tomorrow.” Shelly said, reaching out and squeezing my arm. “Enjoy the rest of the night lovebirds.” I felt my face heating up and turned my head to press against Roman’s shoulder. He chuckled and we turned to head out.

“don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Eric yelled after us. “Ow! What was that for?!” I laughed, knowing Shelly had to have hit his chest.

“so where do you want to go?” Roman asked. We got into his car and he turned to look at me. “Anywhere you want. Whatever you want.” I reached over and cupped his cheeks.

“would you think terribly of me if I said I wanted to go back to your apartment and make out?” Roman blushed and shook his head.

“nope.” He said. “I was thinking the same I just didn’t want to…y’know.” He stared at me as I laughed.

“good.” I said, closing the gap and kissing him deeply. “Let’s go!” I sat back in my seat with a bounce and Roman laughed as he started the car. He pushed the limit of the traffic laws to get us back to our building. “I seriously did not expect you to want to kiss me when I looked like this.” Roman had his arm over my shoulder and I was hugging him tightly again. He laughed as we got off the elevator.

“hey blame the raging hard on.” Roman teased. “I had no idea you looked so good playing guitar. I can’t wait to see just you playing.” I smiled at him as he blushed. “I mean without all the makeup and whatnot. The you I see everyday at the diner. When you look plain…and I’m shutting up now.” I laughed before kissing him.

“I understand what you mean.” I said, patting his chest. “I just can’t believe me being sweaty and gross don’t bother you. Or that you aren’t forcing me to go to my own apartment and shower right now. We’re close enough.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” Roman said. “Besides I’m a little partial to this number.” He picked at my shoulder and I laughed. He chuckled before kissing me again.

“well well well.” Roman and I broke apart, looking in front of his door and seeing a woman standing there. “If it isn’t my ex husband and his new…”

“Kate. Don’t.” Roman growled. I stood there, arms wrapped around him and staring down Roman’s ex wife.

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Boundless Pleasure

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Unbound Thresh x F!Summoner!Reader

Wordcount: 4021 words

Tags: Edging/orgasm delay, overstimulation

Summary: You sneak off with Thresh and experience a night at the inn. It goes different than what you expected as Thresh is playing annoying games once again.

Summoners weren't allowed outside of the Rift or the Summoner building, but when Thresh himself had allowed you to come with him as long as you didn't interfere or annoy him, how could you possibly stay in your room. You were sure if the Institute were to find out punishment would be worse than just a simple ban, but your disguise was perfect, and as long as Thresh knew what he was doing you'd be fine. Surely. You had escaped punishment with your outing with Draven as well, so you weren't too scared.

You took a carriage through a city somewhere in Noxus, sitting quietly opposite Thresh, who didn't pay you any attention, just scheming by himself, so you decided to look outside the window. The view was... quite something. Even though you took the backstreets, you could clearly see the Immortal Bastion towering over all the buildings. Just the fact that you, a Summoner, were in Noxus right now was quite overwhelming. The sudden halt of the carriage made you fall forward, right on top of Thresh, who immediately looked down on you with one raised eyebrow. Well, fuck you sideways. 

"I'm so-"

"Always so clumsy. I can't understand how someone can live like this, but this quite explains some actions on the Rift." he said with a sigh, not helping you up, but not pushing you off as well. You tried to get up quickly, face heating up at the notice of your position on his lap, and as the horses that drew the carriage stepped forward another step, the carriage jerked, making you fall back down again. You groaned. Whyyyyy...

"Now, we don't have all day. I'm sure they'll have a room for us in this inn where you can throw yourself in my lap if you really can't help yourself."

You finally got up, indignant. Brushing imaginary dust off yourself you straightened your cloak before you very carefully got out of the carriage, making sure not to do something stupid again.

...

Bort, the poor man. You felt for him, truly! However, your promise to Thresh had made sure you couldn't really say a word to him, either in warning or to comfort. You could only try to convey things with your gaze, but the cursed man never looked in anyone's eye. Honestly it was for the best, just observing what the sadistic wraith would do was better than any movie. 

...

The door closed with a soft click behind the two of you, a silence falling over the room as you awkwardly walked towards one of the single beds in the room. 

"You're gonna kill them all, aren't you?" you asked the man who stood still in the room, a brooding look on his face.

"Oh, of course," he said as he finally faced you, chuckling, "It's what they deserve."

"And even if it wasn't, you'd still do it, of course."

"Of course."

His eyes glowed with a strange light as he looked at you, excitement, bloodlust, sadism, you could read it all, and you shivered. You recognised that lust was probably not what you should be feeling at this time, but damn if you weren't turned on right now. 

As a matter of fact you had been quite... affected all evening. You liked Thresh a lot when he was still in his true form, but now that he had chosen this more human appearance, you liked him differently. Where before the only thing that could be understood from his skeletal expression was sadistic pleasure, there was so much more to be gleaned from his new human face. And fuck if it wasn't a handsome face as well! 

"Does that make you feel sad, Summoner?" he asked, as if you weren't actively anticipating what he'd do. Somewhere in your mind you realized you should feel bad about all these people dying to him, but you somehow couldn't emulate the feeling. You decided it had to do with that you were a Summoner, not an active participant in this world, just an observer. And not because your morals had become quite skewed. No, you had morals damn it, you were a good person... maybe.

"No." You told him honestly, "Not really. Honestly, I like to observe you in your element, so to speak." Damn, you were really honest, huh. Then again, these were your true feelings, and why would you hide them? After all, it's not like you didn't have sex with Thresh before, so you could afford to be a little open with your feelings. Probably.

Especially if you wanted to get laid again tonight. And this time he'd be in his unbound form. You couldn't help a small moan escaping you at the thought, and of course he heard it, closing the distance between you in a couple of his large strides. 

"You're quite desperate aren't you? Well, I suppose I can indulge you for a couple of hours." 

"Don't ask me to beg," you whispered as you were pushed down onto the slightly uncomfortable bed, memories of last time resurging in your mind, and you really didn't want to go through that whole power play ordeal again.

"I've already given up on your compliance, Y/N." he said with a sigh, pinning your hands above your head with one hand. He was, of course, still in control. You'd get him under you one day, for sure. But not now, not yet.

His hands were under your robes, mapping your body, and you sighed as you opened yourself to him. His gaze promised pleasure and pain, but you were accepting of it all if it came from him. Blunted nails dragged down your skin, down to your jeans that he swiftly unbuttoned. There was too much fabric between you and him, the cloak you had worn to hide your features lay discarded, but both of you were still dressed, and that was just no good. Your hands seemed to have a mind of their own, pulling at his coat, which he shrugged off as he kissed you forcefully. Breath became scarce, but he did not pull back as he slowly, oh so slowly, undressed you fully. The moment he finally pulled away, a wicked smile on his thin lips, you gasped out for air as if you were drowning just moments before. 

His fingers were on your thighs, holding you down with bruising strength, but you wished his fingers were elsewhere. You were throbbing under him, trying to invite him to you with your body, and he moved his head down, nosing your crotch. 

"Fuck," you cursed, the stimulation driving you insane as you heard him chuckle at your desperate reaction. 

"Still struggling with patience, I see," he said, chuckling more at your response to his hot breath hitting your weeping slit. "You have to learn, dear summoner, that all good comes to those who wait." 

"I am waiting," you ground out, "I am waiting very patiently right now for you to shut up and eat me out already." 

One of his eyebrows raised as he stroked your thigh gently before biting down on the tender flesh, making you yelp out. His thin fingers went back to stroking the irritated spot afterwards as you cursed and groaned at him. "There, there," he coo-ed, one finger running up your lips as you were held down from bucking up by his hand on your hips, nails digging into your skin as you couldn't stop yourself from trying. "Very soft and so very mouthy. I could break you with my pinky." 

You couldn't stop the words from tumbling from your mouth. "Then put those fingers of yours to use and make me fall apart, Thresh." This man was going to tease you to death, you were sure of it. A chuckle was your reply as he eased his pinky finger inside of you. 

"Well, is this what you wanted then?" He purred, knowing that there was no way you'd be satisfied with just that. "I'm not hearing  a thank you." 

"Oh, go to hell." 

"Already been there, dear summoner," he purred against your skin, moving up to bite at your stomach as you tried to keep your noises down. His voice dropped further to a threatening timbre and you shivered against your will. "And I'm willing to show you what it's like-" 

You barely had time to register those words as he suddenly stopped with a snarl, turning towards the door and freezing in his movements. You were about to ask him why he stopped, but before you could the door swung open violently. Two burly men stepped inside, followed by a woman skittishly looking around and closing the door behind her before checking the hallway one last time. 

A condescending whistle came from one of the men as Thresh slowly got up, turning their way as you scrambled to hide your naked body from their eyes. Luckily he had only taken off his coat, and he was free to face the two men that had invaded your privacy. 

"To what do we... owe this pleasure," Thresh said, voice low, but a smile was on his face, and it was slowly dawning on you that he had hoped for something to happen. Maybe not in the middle of your lovemaking, but the way his hands twitched by his side as if reaching for his hook and lantern told you he was waiting for them to make a move so he could pounce on his prey. 

"We saw something real interesting at dinner tonight," one started as he cleaned his nails with a large gleaming knife, "Didn't we, fellas?" He turned to the other man who chuckled, showing his own weapon as even the woman glanced their way and cracked a smile, before hissing a "hurry up" at them. 

"And what would that possibly be?" Thresh's voice was melodious as usual, but the edge of danger in his words made you shiver. His eyes were on them like the eyes of a predator on a prey, despite the fact that it was 2 vs 1, and it didn't seem like he had any weapons on him. 

"Don't play dumb, man," the second guy said, stepping to the left as the other guy stepped to the right, surrounding the warden who seemed unperturbed. "You're in the outskirts of Noxus, we don't go around giving golden coins out to random inn workers. No one unless they're not native and filthy rich. So hand over all your money old man." 

Thresh seemed to narrow his eyes at the mention of him being an old man, but it seemed to be out of humor rather than offence. A chuckle escaped him as he replied: "You're right, I am old, and I am not from around here... but had you known exactly what it is I am you would not have come inside this room so brazenly. It's honestly quite refreshing." The smile disappeared from his face. "However, you came at a very unfortunate time, as you can see. I am in a good mood, though, and I'm going to give you a chance to walk away." 

This was met with laughter from the men and another hiss from the woman telling them to stop playing around and just get the money before someone would come. 

"No one's gonna come," one man replied, "No one cares about a foreigner like this. He's only good for the money in his pocket... which will be ours soon. Now hand over all your money quickly before we hurt you, and no more playing big in front of your whore. We all know you don't mean it." At this statement you made an indignant sound, a "You wouldn't let those ugly pieces of shit insult us like that, would you?" on your lips, but before you could utter the sentence everything seemed to explode into action. 

The two men jumped forward with ill intent, weapons gleaming in the light of the candles and oil lamps, moving ever so quickly closer to Thresh' exposed neck who seemed to stand perfectly still. 

"Just kill him!" The woman snarled from the doorway, seemingly out of patience, and as the men did just that the sound of metal slashing and a loud gasp filled the room. You hadn't averted your eyes, not even for a second as you saw what happened almost in slowmotion. Thresh had stood still, taking the attack head on without moving an inch. And the blades had moved almost simultaneously, swiftly ridding Thresh of his precious head... or so they'd thought. At the realisation that the weapons had moved straight through his neck without any resistance the two men paled, moving in for the kill again and again as a low chuckle, barely even heard over the sound of the weapons clashing together, slowly rose in crescendo until a loud, cruel laugh was all that filled the room. 

"Oh, you are so dead." You muttered from the bed, seeing Thresh transform into his true form in front of your eyes, and knowing what the fate would be of the people in front of you.

...

"Dear Bort, there's life... there's death... and there's me," Thresh cruel voice came from the end of the hallway where he talked to the poor worker that had been bullied so intensely before. You could not see the warden's face from your place in the doorway, but the way his voice lowered to an almost threatening purr made an image of the man's expression spring into your mind all the same. Bort was the only one remaining after Thresh' killing spree, and you were glad for it. Unsure about his future under Thresh thum, but it would probably not be worse than the life he was used to... probably. It's not like he really had a choice.

A wry smile was on your face and you felt your heart squeeze painfully as you heard him agree, seeing Thresh transform his soul in front of you.

...

And back you were inside of the carriage. Now drawn by ghost humans instead of horses, but you didn't dwell too long on it, hearing Bort laugh and have a good time from his new place as the coachman. Thresh didn't even think about spending the night in the inn now that he was done with his business there, but as you sighed for the umpteenth time he finally addressed the issue of your... well, coitus interruptus. 

"I am quite satisfied," he said, the grin on his face as big as the moment he'd left the inn, and you gaped at him.

 "Well, I'm not!" Was your indignant reply, and honestly, there was no way he was either. He seemed pleased enough, judging by the expression on his face, but there was something down there that still required attention. You were sitting so close together in the carriage, your knees practically touching, and if you reached out just slightly... so that's what you did. A sly, tentative hand reached out for his thighs, the touch so soft and quick you saw his eyelids flutter just slightly at the feeling. You didn't voice that you knew he was lying, but moved your hand to his crotch where you found him very unsatisfied still. A small sound escaped you as your other hand joined your first, enjoying the texture of his pants under your fingertips as you ghosted your digits over his still throbbing erection. Your hornyness had died down a little, but came back full blown at the sigh that came from him as he opened his legs further for you.

You were thinking it was time to return the favour for him teasing you so much earlier. Deft fingers made quick work of his pants, and he didn't stop you from undressing his lower half entirely. His dick, almost strangely human now that he was in his disguise, was like you remembered it, except less... glowy and green. Without hesitation you ran a finger across the length of it, following a prominent vein from balls to tip, eyes on his face as he gave no overt outward reaction of his pleasure. But the way you noticed his eyes lose focus was enough of a tell for you to continue your ministrations. A finger became two, until you had your entire hand wrapped around the base, slowly moving up and down as you kept your eyes on his face. Pleasure soon enough made way for frustration as you kept up the snails pace, a grin growing on your face with every slow, gentle pump. 

"I see." He said as he opened his eyes. "This is payback, hm?" 

"Exactly," you replied, a teasing lilt to your voice as you tried to maintain your slow pace. You were absolutely soaked meanwhile, but you hoped you hid it well. If he realised how much you wanted him he'd take advantage of it. Your pink tongue peeked out to wet your lower lip, and you saw his eyes focus on it instantly. The grin on your face widened, as you slowly moved in to give a small kitten lick to the tip of his leaking member. 

He actually groaned your name at this, and you felt yourself practically leak a puddle on the floor. If you weren't fully dressed again you might have done exactly that, but now all you did was make an uncomfortable wetness spread in your panties, ruining the fabric and chafing your skin. You held strong though, moving in to lick the tip again before moving on to the vein you had so lovingly traced earlier. He twitched, and globs of precum dribbled along the shaft for you to lick up. His knuckles were white as he held tight to the seat, but his patience was running low.

"Enough," he suddenly barked, grabbing your hair tightly in a fist, pulling you up to his face and gritting out: "Your mouth or your cunt, which one?" 

Your eyes widened at this, but your mouth was faster than your brain when you cried out: "Fuck me stupid already! I've been dripping since that fucking inn!"

Barely realising you said this quite loudly and Bort had let out a small yelp from the other side of the carriage walls before minding his own business quite quickly, you were quickly manhandled onto Thresh's seat as he reversed your positions. This time you were undressed much more quickly than earlier though, while you only managed to get his coat off, again. He was already bare to you though, and the way he rubbed himself against your thighs and pussy lips was driving you crazy. 

"You weren't lying about being soaked." He commented between devouring your lips, "All this from some playing around at the inn and then servicing me?"

No response was given as you'd rather put your energy and focus into kissing back and wrapping your legs around his narrow hips, pulling him closer. He rubbed against your lips one more time, head catching on your clit as you mewled out for him to put it in, which he did. With a firm thrust he was all the way in and you gasped out with no sound, eyes unfocused as you took in his entire length. The speed and bumps of the carriage still speeding through the streets of Noxus made sure neither of you was able to stay still for long, the vibrations running through you both, intensifying the feeling as he started moving, grunting in your ear how fucking tight you always managed to be. He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting in harshly, pummelling inside of you as if his life depended on making you break. Unable to stay quiet, noises tumbled from your mouth until he covered your mouth with his hand. "Now we don't want the entirely of Noxus to hear what we're doing in here, would we?" He purred at you, punctuating his words with hard thrusts that made you see stars. "Violating Bort's ears is more than enough." Groaning you realised you could never face the man after this without feeling extremely embarrassed, but it was too late now. You tried to keep quiet, you really did, but even with his hand covering your mouth you were louder than you wanted to be, and you saw him sneer with every moan or high pitched mewl that escaped you. 

"Poor little soul," he purred, a little sigh escaping him as you tightened after a particularly well placed and powerful thrust, "Look at you, completely at my mercy and so, so drunk for me." His thrusts slowed a little as a devious plan formed into his brain. "Think you can hold out until we reach our destination?" 

The words registered slowly. "No please, I'm so close, we've waited so long already-" you cried out against his hand, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, slowing his thrusts significantly as your pleas were silenced by him. You had been so close, so close to release, and he took it from you swiftly, as you felt the burn inside of your core dim to smouldering embers. He finally removed his hand, and you took this to tell him how much of a piece of work he was. He took it with a sharp thrust that had you shut up quite quickly, stoking the flames inside of you ever so often as you climbed to your orgasm only to have him withhold it from you. Tears were starting to leak from your eyes, against your will, but you were just so frustrated, and you had been so close. Unsure if you were even able to orgasm at all after all the edging, his thrusting almost bordering on overstimulating now that your orgasm was ruined so many times. 

"How... far..."  you cried out, shivering against him as he chuckled and wiped away the tears from your cheeks with deceptive care. 

"Not very far, sweet soul. Hold on for me, will you?" 

You wouldn't be surprised if he just had Bort ride forever at this point; there was no destination, was there? Anger filled you as you grabbed the warden by his long hair, the ornaments digging into your palm as you pulled him close to your face only to hiss: "Enough now." He chuckled up a storm, but rewarded you with a finger against your clit, rubbing you quickly. 

"Ah, poor thing, wouldn't be good to break my summoner." He said as he picked up his pace, finally going back to the deep, hard rhythm he had before, "even though I'd love to." Was added under his breath, but at this point the carriage had slowed down, and you had held on admirably. Also he wasn't sure how long he could hold out either, your constant tightening around him after each ruined orgasm had him on the very edge as well, and he was too prideful to come before you. 

The carriage stopped, but no sound came from outside as Bort didn't speak until he was sure you two were done in there. 

"We're there," you cried out, almost delirious as you climbed again towards an orgasm that if he ruined it again would have you cry for real. "We're here, please, please, please-" 

The feeling inside of you reached crescendo as Thresh finally fucked you to orgasm, the feeling overwhelming you so much you were sure you ruined the carriage forever. "Fuck. Thresh."  You cried as you doubled over, eyesight going dark as your orgasm washed over you. 

Unable to hold on himself Thresh spend himself inside of you as well, letting out a sinful groan that would have you ready for another round if you weren't so absolutely fucked out. 

It was silent for a little bit as both of you caught your breath. You were absolutely exhausted, unsure if your legs could even carry you to where the carriage had taken you, so you just closed your eyes, hoping Thresh would do something about it.

"We've... we've arrived, sir." Came Bort's small voice from outside, and Thresh chuckled above you, slowly pulling out as you whined from the feeling.

"We sure have." 

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Tag Game for sets that didn’t get a ton of notes! (Inspired by @rosamundpkes post)

RULES: Pick your favorite gifsets of 2023 that got less than 1k notes and then pick 10 gifsets of someone else’s from 2023 that got less than 1k notes (its really easy to see note counts and lots of posts in a blog’s archive page).

MINE: (Some of my selections are nowhere near 1k; I just like them.) 1. He Wears Short Shorts 2. #microexpressions TED LASSO 3.06 - Sunflowers 3. THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST (2002) 4. JENSEN ACKLES as SOLDIER BOY - THE BOYS (2022) 5.JON BERNTHAL and JEREMY ALLEN WHITE - THE BEAR 2.06 6.SCHOOL OF HELLFIRE - A SCHOOL OF ROCK/STRANGER THINGS AU 7. 😇 GOOD OMENS | 2.01 8. The loss in his eyes… - OUAT 2.22 9. BRANDON LEE as ERIC DRAVEN - THE CROW (1994) 10. THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RETURN OF THE KING@lotr20 20TH ANNIVERSARY | DEC. 17TH, 2003

OTHERS: 1. Jon Bernthal's Bearded Characters set by @darlingshane 2. Beau Arlen set by @sensitivehandsomeactionman 3. Killian Jones set by @lumadreamland 4. While You Were Sleeping (1995) set by @stars-bean 5. FARSCAPE- 1.16 A Human Reaction set by @sophsun16. THE ROYAL COURT OF HAWKINS set by @heroeddiemunson 7. Music in Film: The Menu (2022) set by @madeline-kahn 8. freak || freak - Will Byers 2.03 & Eddie Munson 4.09 set by @machine-slays-dragons 9. Dean Winchester in SUPERNATURAL 5.08 set by @acecroft 10. ADAM DRIVER as KYLO REN / BEN SOLO set by @zacksnydered

There are loads of posts from brilliant creators I could have highlighted. Feel free to make your own Favorites post and let’s show these excellent posts/creators some more love!

[feastonkings]

andy biersack / he/they ——— no way is that DRAVEN THORNE.. they’re a 32-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being CYNICAL & OBSESSIVE but there are some people who have seen them being INTELLIGENT & METICULOUS. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of ice cold gazes, a dark room only lit by the glow of a computer screen, sunglasses worn indoors, a wardrobe filled with black clothing, and nefarious meetings in abandoned locations, but that could just be because they’re considered the CRACKER around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

GENERAL.

full name: draven charles sydney thorne nicknames: neurosis/N3UR0515, kr0w3x3 or krow (hacker & org tags) classification: enhanced human gender / pronouns: demi-man, he/they age / birthday: 32, october 30th orientations: pansexual, demiromantic occupation: hacker, leader of rapture (R4P7UR3) status: in a relationship with wren whitewater family: charles black (father, unknown), lydia thorne (mother, deceased), four half-siblings (unknown) strengths: leadership, intelligent, direct, ambitious, meticulous, protective weaknesses: addictive, cynical, obsessive, temperamental, withdrawn character inspo: mr. robot (mr. robot), dexter morgan (dexter), elliot alderson (mr. robot), beth harmon (queen’s gambit), huck (scandal), powder (arcane), april ludgate (parks and rec), edward nygma (batman), gamora (mcu), Gus Fring (breaking bad), leslie winkle (big bang theory), rosa diaz (brooklyn nine-nine)

BIOGRAPHY.

tw: death, illness, physical violence, addiction

born on devil’s night in detroit, michigan - the only child to lydia thorne who divorced charles black months before draven was born. he was often not around and besides his occasional visits and child support payments, lydia was draven’s sole provider. draven hated their father for never being there and the other family he spent all his time with. their mother’s love kept that anger harbored for many years.

the only thing they did thank their father for was the computer and laptop he gifted them. it ended up becoming a comfort and an escape from reality for draven. they could simply throw on their headphones, turn up the music, and connect with people all over the world.

from a young age, draven wanted to be a performer, tried out several instruments, theater, even choir, and throughout it all expressed themselves through their appearance. purposely shutting out gender conformities and making themselves a walking piece of art. the black and white and binary way of life was no way for anyone to live in their opinion. the funny juxtaposition of that way of thinking was, draven ended up finding their true calling within the binary of the internet.

in lines of code is where he found his niche. sneaking right into the mainframes of companies, organizations, and people’s computers and phones. at first, it was to change grades for boring classes they could pass in their sleep and would rather sleep than attend. later, it turned into credit card companies to record payments on accounts that were never made so his mom could stop worrying about the debt piling up. then it switched to hospitals and pharmacies when she got sick.

the disease took lydia quick and at sixteen draven considered himself an orphan. before their father could swoop in to be some kind of white knight, draven packed what they could and took off. lucky for them, growing up with a single mom in the middle of an economic collapse in one of the worst urban environments in the developed world set them up with quite a few skills to survive. they headed nowhere in particular. they found it best to keep moving, their deep seated anger for the world and what it continued to deprive them and so many others of, grew in each place.

they got paid to get people's information, collaborated with other hackers ( though not much of a team player back then ) to expose corrupt politicians and corporate criminals. they’d gotten so confident in their abilities that they started trying to take these giants on solo. this taught him a couple gruesome lessons. mainly that david and goliath was a story, a metaphor and nothing more. the first attack was in las vegas, a dangerous place for a hacker to be in to begin with, casinos can be ruthless but especially when criminals own the majority of them. it was that interaction that had them fleeing to texas, where they once again ran into some trouble. ultimately, it left them with a reconstructed ribcage, a partially enhanced spine, and a neuro port that occasionally glitches when not connected.

the few people draven has told about the glitches have told him that they must be imagined or that it should be impossible but yet he still deals with brain zaps that have gotten so bad to affect their ribs, spine, and nervous system. sometimes, they feel like they’re in a constant state of pain, but like most other things they’ve learned to keep it to themselves. especially when they are trying to lead an exclusive underground group of anarchic hackers who not only aim to pull apart the corporate overlords who suppress them but cause a bit of chaos and get paid for the information they can acquire. they didn’t need to see draven’s weak spots, so he moves past it or suppresses it whenever he can. distractions have served him well thus far.

there was one person they did allow themselves to be vulnerable with, or at least as vulnerable as they get ( wren has had to pry it out of him at times, but she has broken down most of his walls ). he met his dark angel not long after coming to dallas-fort worth and she has shown him he’s not only capable of love, but that he is, in fact, able to be loved. wren grounds him like no one else can and calms the chaos inside of him. if they were honest with themselves, draven could admit they have a few addictions, probably need to see an engineer or surgeon, and could do with a few years of therapy at the very least. but instead— they choose to ignore the signs ( though they did give up drinking once wren and them became more serious ), teeter on the edge with the risks they take on the net, and insist that their other vices and habits are purely recreational. sooner or later it’s bound to bite them in the ass, it’s only a matter of when, which one, and how.

HEADCANONS.

to join the hacker group you have to find a broadcast found on several different sites after hacking past the initial code. digital art of what appears to be a dark nephilim angel appears and congratulates you, tells you the ‘rapture is coming’ then gives you a number to contact if you’d like to join the R4P7UR3.

draven holds organization meetings in an abandoned six flags amusement park, but has also been known to frequent an arcade bar who allows them to use their basement.

full cybernetics and enhancements coming along with added headcanons

[redqueenphoenix]

State Championship (TWD Fanfiction part 11)

State Championship Part 11

(A TWD Fan Fiction)

I do not own any of the rights to The Walking Dead, nor do I own any of the characters mentioned from here on in, other than Victoria Hawkins. Some situations have been changed and some people may have been switched in this alternate universe. 

All characters in this fanfiction are over the age of 21 years old.

Coach Negan Smith X Female OC

Word Count: 1207

~*~

Part 11

As the week came to an end Victoria found herself avoiding her half brother like the plague. He seemed a bit more on edge that she was back. Throwing fits and jabs at the fact she gave up a good college for a man and landed back here at her mothers. 

Victoria made her way down stairs on this particular Sunday morning to hear Draven and her mother in the kitchen having another one of their poster arguments. 

“I don’t care what you think. You’re just the woman that married my dad.” Draven spat at Lana, their mother. “You were in it for the money. We all know that!”

“I love you dad. You have no right to say that!” Lana snapped back. “I didn’t care what profession your dad had when we got together.”

Draven nodded as Victoria entered into the kitchen, “oh, look the calvary is here.”

“Don’t bring me into this.” She said as she passed Draven to get a cup of coffee. “I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, you don’t like it here, you're old enough to live on your own.”

“What? Like you did?” Draven laughed, “dropping everything for a stupid man, one that didn’t even want you.”

“Shut up Draven!” Victoria turned to her half brother. “You don’t know what happened!” She balled her fists. Her eyes flickered down to what hung around his neck, a set of military tags.

“I have a good feeling, I know.” He tucked the tags back into his shirt. 

“You two stop it.” Lana rolled her eyes as she threw her hands up. “I’ve had enough of the animosity over all this. Just stop.”

Victoria’s features softened, “when did you join?”

“What? The military? Why do you care?” Draven moved to the refrigerator.

She looked down, “because you're my brother and we used to be close.”

“Key words, used to be.” He sat down at the table watching their mother leave. He knew she hated the fact he joined and knew she wouldn’t sit through hearing it again. “About a month or so after you left.”

“Why?” She poured herself some coffee. 

“The only sensible one left the house. I had no one that understood how I felt anymore. So what was the point in staying?” He popped the tab to the soda he grabbed. “Erika’s an air head, she doesn't get me. Lana… don’t get me started and well dads never home for more than a couple hours a night.”

“I didn’t know it was that bad for you.” Victoria sat down at the table with him. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Lana said you were busy with school and this man that left you. I didn’t want to burden you. So I thought the military would be a good outlet. I didn’t realize you were going to come home the moment I got my deployment papers.” He sighed and ran his hand through his red hair. 

“So the military was an escape?” She peered over at him.

He nodded, “I leave on Tuesday.”

“Good then you can help me move into my dorm tomorrow.” She chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

“I guess.” He cut his green eyes to the side to look at her, “what happened anyways that your back? I mean I know you got broken up with… Oh lord you’re pregnant aren’t you.” He began to laugh. 

Victoria’s eyes went wide, “no i’m not pregnant. I just didn’t want to be in the same town as them.”

Draven’s features darkened a little bit, “Them?”

“It’s a long story.” She sighed heavily as she sipped her coffee.

“I got some time.” Draven smiled at her, “wanna spill the pintos?”

Victoria looked down at her coffee, “I screwed up, bad. Don’t judge me over this, but I had a crush on my coach.”

“Coach Negan Smith? The one that was in the paper with you when you won state?” Draven arched his eyebrow.

“Yeah, I started flirting with him and things happened. After we won state we all went to the club and well I went back to the hotel with him.” She paused for a moment feeling her chest tighten at the thought. “We kept talking and I decided to start online school to save his job. We lasted for a while and then he suddenly came to me and told me he met some woman at a diner and they hit it off.” She felt the tears sting her eyes, “when I was leaving town I was stopped at a red light near the cancer center. He was walking into the building with her.”

His eyes looked down for a moment as his hand went to her back, “Tori, I hate to ask this, but could you have possibly been the side chick. That seemed kinda sudden to have just met her.”

“What?!” Victoria’s eyes widened. “Samantha swore he was single.” 

“People can be shady, sis.” He looked down remembering a similar situation he was in a few years ago. “Believe me, I know that is not what you wanted to hear, but you made the right decision in coming home.” 

She looked down feeling the hole in her chest again, she couldn’t have been the side chick, but it explains a lot of the behaviors. He constantly came to her place, never did she go to his place. Negan was also very careful where he took her. The pieces fell into place slowly as tears stung her eyes. “This isn’t fair. I love him, Draven.”

He pulled her into a hug, “I know, sometimes people do things like this. It will work out in the end. This will only make you wiser and stronger, sis. Don’t let this get you down. It will get better.”

Victoria never wanted to feel like this again, her heart felt like it was ripped into a million pieces again as she realized that Draven may be right. She let the tears fall as her brother held her. She didn’t want this to be real, this couldn’t be what was really going on. Feeling an urge to message Negan and debunk what her brother was saying tugged at her hard, but she knew better. It would just hurt her more. 

“You’re right.” She took in a few shaky breaths. “I need to move forward as best as I can.”

“Who knows, you may find another guy out there. You never know.” Draven smiled at her as he sat back in his chair.

“I doubt that. I don’t want to go through this again.” She replied as she thought back to Negan and how happy she was with him. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I allow myself to go through this again.”

~*~

Part 12

[fabdante]

Not sure if you'd like my taste in music, but on the off chance you find something you like, here's some songs for the reboot, both for the lads and just the general vibe of Limbo City:

-The Protomen (the band). A couple of their albums, namely "The Protomen", "Act II: The Father of Death", and "This City Made Us".

Songs I liked specifically:

1. "The Hounds" from the Act II album. I know for the reboot it'd probably fit best for Bob Barbas, since he's the big information demon, but personally, I always liked it as Vergil's villain song instead- if he ever came back and decided to just wreck Dante's life after the events of the game, I mean. It's got a nice personal element to it that Dante and Bob just don't have, but Vergil and Dante do/could. That and it's catchy as hell and if Vergil ever decides to try and set himself up as the new demon king of the human world, my dude deserves a good villain song for it.

"There is a flame that I've been fanning

There is a fire waiting to catch

There is a hell that has been building from the moment we first met

If there ever was a time

If there ever was a chance

To undo the things I've done

And wash these bloodstains from my hands

It has passed and been forgotten

These are the paths that we must take

Cause you and I, Tom, we are men

And we can bend and we can break

If you think that you can run

If you think that you can stand

Well, you forget who turned this city on

You forget who plugged this city in!"

2. "Keep Quiet" (Act II), "Light Up the Night" (Act II), and "Hold Back the Night" (This City Made Us album) for Kat and Dante and the Order. The first two are more hopeful, the last one not so much, but it could fit, depending on what you want to write. Gonna throw in "This City Made Us" song from the album of the same name, too, just for the general vibe of Limbo City under Mundus. And maybe even after him, tbh, again, depending on how you wanna do things.

3. "II B: Unrest in the House of Light", "III: the Will of One", "IV: Vengeance" from "The Protomen" album, for general Sparda family drama vibes, specifically their beef with Mundus and, eventually, each other.

Songs for reboot Dante specifically:

-"Lost Boys" by the 69 Eyes. It fits better with the Lost Boys (1987) movie, but fuck it. I like the general Goth rock vibe for Dante. Mostly because of that costume of his that looks like it's inspired by Eric Draven from The Crow (1994), because I love that movie and that costume (it looks good on him!), so he can have this, as a treat.

-"Remedy" by Cold.

-"T-Rex" by K.Flay.

-"You're Not Alone" by Kissin' Dynamite.

-"Dead Inside" by Younger Hunger.

Oh I'm a big fan of music! Incase you are interested, here's some links to my Way Too Many DmC Playlists (also here's my main playlist tag) This is a compilation of what I call my 'essentials' playlists for the reboot trio, they're sort of a sampler platter for their larger playlists. And this is a compilation of all of my playlists for the Reboot Trio (I'm almost done with a set of playlists for a general DmC Reboot Vibe as well)

Anywho carrying on, I haven't heard any of these before so I'll need to check these out more in depth! On cursory listen I'm liking these so far! I also support more villian songs for Vergil (my favorite for him is Flickers by Son Lux )

I also love the Dante/Crow parallels, it's a little detail I love in the costumes but also just kinda like Dantes whole vibe.

My personal all time favorite song for Dante is Sleep Patterns by Merchant Ships which I realize is an odd choice (it doesn't even really sound like most of my Dante playlists or even the rest of Merchant Ships discography) but something about it is very quintessentially reboot Dante to me

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get to know the mun.☺

what's your phone wallpaper: post-apocalyptic steampunk bernie sanders. yeah. you read that right. ilovebernieok? last song you listened to: moving on (so long) - blue october (one day justin's gonna be a hunter, vampire or werewolf i write inspired by his lovely self. i adore that man.) currenly reading: nothing at the moment. partner's replies. what tops that? nothin'. last movie: abigail. (yeah. we watched the same movie last. lol!) last show: supernatural rewatch. still neck deep. what are you wearing right now?: stitch nightie. ♡ how tall are you?: 5'5" piercings / tattoos?: tons of tattoos no piercings. arms, leg, back of neck, thigh, shoulder. bernie sanders, a mardi gras scene with voodoo dolls and a voodoo hello kitty, the gate for the saint louis cemetery in new orleans, another voodoo doll on my leg with a heartagram symbol wrapped around it, a heartagram on the back of my neck, a tim burton style kitty on my shoulder, 4711 from rocky horror on my thigh, a door marking from hurricane katrina, raymond from princess and the frog. finishing my mardi gras scene soon. going to redo raymond's lining cause he faded from a thin needle and put a sky in. then move onto my medusa tattoo next! glasses / contacts: glasses! last thing you ate?: peanut butter sammich. favourite colour: dark green, teal like that color of really teal green blue water omg so much, burnt orange, wine colored purple and black. current obsession: umm. castiel? dean? crowley. sam. supernatural in general cause i'm way in deep, thanks sarah. my dogs. always my music. do you have a crush right now?: i got a crush on chris evans? like always. favourite fictional character: carol peletier, daryl dixon, tony stark, steve rogers, bucky barnes, sam and dean winchester, crowley, castiel, eric draven, the firefly family from rob zombie's house of 1000 corpses universe, dexter, hannibal, deadpool, beetlejuice, r from warm bodies, mad sweeney, laura moon, & so so many more. last place you travelled: seattle.

TAGGED BY: @theirmadness TAGGING: all of u. period. do the thing.

[tildeathiwillwrite]

The Elf Beneath the Ice, Part 2

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Reluctant Caretaker

Fandom: Original Work

WIP: The Hunter, the Myth and the Cure (Tales from Valaria)

<- Previous Part | Next Part ->

Words: 1300

Tag List: @badthingshappenbingo @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion

@scaewolf @the-ellia-west

CW: unconsciousness, hypothermia, noncon undressing (nonsexual), old wounds, referenced plague, referenced injuries, panic attack

A/N: and so an unlikely partnership is born.

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With every step, he cursed his own curiosity. His business was with a lycanthrope, not with an unconscious, shivering, dripping-wet, surprisingly lightweight elf. Dammit. He couldn’t afford to look after him, but he couldn’t leave him there either!

Damn him and his bleeding heart to the depths.

When Draven reached the cave, his coat sleeves were soaked from the freezing water streaming from the elf’s body. By the light of the fire, the elf’s lips appeared blue, his skin pale and clammy. He still shook, his body trying to fight off the cold. That was a good sign.

However, he wouldn’t last much longer in his sodden clothes and armor.

Draven hissed through his teeth before laying the elf down as close to the fire as possible, shrugging off his coat and slipping off his gloves. Mumbling an apology to the lifeless elf, he quickly removed his vambraces, setting them beside the fire to dry. Hopefully, the water and the heat wouldn’t ruin the leather. Even if it did, if the elf was reasonable he would value his life over the armor.

The pauldrons came off next, then the breastplate, then the boots and graves and cuisses. This still left the elf in sopping cotton clothing, which still wasn’t great, but Draven had to draw the line somewhere and he drew it after pulling off the elf’s tunic and laying it out flat to dry.

He raised an eyebrow at the bandages wrapped around his guest’s shoulders and upper back before tossing his coat over the elf and sitting back, drawing his pistol and clicking through the chambers, thinking.

Click, click, click.

The potential for this elf to be the lycanthrope he sought was greater than zero. He was in the right area, in the right form. The bandaged wounds could be from the bite that transmitted the disease. He’d never heard of elves contracting the condition, but it was plausible. He didn't know everything. The elves had closed their borders shortly after the outbreak, and he’d heard rumors that they exiled anyone who got infected.

Click, click, click.

It was also possible that the elf was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, completely unrelated to Draven’s job.

Click, click, click.

Neither of those options explained how he’d gotten under the thick ice in the first place. By all reasonable assumptions, he should be dead. No other breaks in the ice implied that he’d been underneath before the lake froze. 

Click, click, click.

Which was impossible.

Click, click, click.

Even for elves.

Click, click, click.

Draven didn’t know how long the lake had been frozen, it was deep within the Fells, entirely possible he was the first person beside the elf and the lycanthrope to come across it in recent months. Long enough that the elf would’ve drowned or frozen to death ages ago.

Click, click, click.

He hissed between his teeth and tucked away the pistol, staring into the darkness.

Movement roused him from a doze. Draven opened his eyes to find the outside world beginning to lighten from the coming dawn, and his guest sitting up, a look of confusion on his face. He nodded to the elf. “‘Morning.”

The elf’s eyes darted around the small cave, taking in the dying remnants of the fire, his armor and tunic laying out to dry, Draven’s coat over him, and Draven himself. His eyes, appearing yellowish in the firelight, narrowed. “…where am I?” His tone was cold like the icy water had frozen it over.

“An old wolf den not far from the lake you crawled out of.” Draven leaned forward conspiratorially. “How’d you get yourself in such a bind, anyway? Did’ya get caught when it froze over three weeks ago?”

The elf glanced out the mouth of the cave, a brief look of realization and horror crossing his face before he smoothed it into a carefully neutral expression. “I…” he looked down, as if in surprise, and moved his right hand out from under the coat, the one closed in a tight fist since he’d emerged from the lake. 

His fingers uncurled, revealing a metal cylinder nestled in the palm of his hand. It was about as thick as a pencil, with strange symbols carved into its surface. Runes, perhaps? The elf’s jaw tightened as he stared at it before closing the hand back around it.

Draven raised an eyebrow and almost asked what the object was, but he decided against it. “What’s your name?”

The elf’s eyes flicked up. “I am Octavian de Silv.” The words came forcefully as if he were trying to remind himself of the fact rather than inform Draven.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Draven replied, sticking out his hand. “Draven Cozenson, lycanthrope hunter of the Guild in Zariya.”

Octavian ignored the offered hand. “Why?”

“Why what?” Draven stubbornly kept his hand out. “You’re supposed to shake the hand. Proper manners in the human lands.”

“Why do all this to make sure I don’t freeze?”

Draven sighed and dropped his hand. “Truth be told, I’m incredibly curious as to how you got yourself underneath the ice. You’re lucky I was in the area on a job, otherwise you’d probably be freezing to death on the lake.”

“It’s none of your concern.”

“I think it is my concern, actually,” Draven snapped. “For all I know, you’re the lycanthrope that attacked Belldeme, killing three and injuring eight, before escaping so deep into the Fells the village had to hire someone like me to track you down!”

Octavian blinked. “…what?”

Draven hissed in frustration. “What part is so difficult to comprehend?! The lycanthrope bit, the attack bit, the casualties, my reasons for dragging you to safety?!”

The elf flinched back slightly at his outburst. “I…” he stammered, “I’m sorry, I do not know what ‘lycanthrope’ means. The translation… I never learned it.”

Draven frowned in suspicion, but Octavian didn’t seem to be lying. He genuinely appeared confused. Damn the elves and their new border policy shit. “I see. A lycanthrope, as humans call them, is someone who is infected with a disease that forces them to transform against their will into a bloodthirsty monster every full moon. At least, that’s what we’ve figure out.”

“And… how long has this term been in use?”

“What kind of a… fine. I’m not sure, at least seven or eight years, around when the first outbreaks happened. How do you not know this?”

Octavian’s expression changed to something akin to desperation. “What of the Draigo?”

Draven shook his head, mystified. “Depths if I know. They barricaded themselves in their damn strongholds years ago.”

What little color that had come back to Octavian’s face drained away. Whatever he had been hoping to hear, Draven’s words were the opposite. His breathing quickened, coming in short, ragged gasps, his eyes glazed over, and without warning he jumped to his feet, Draven’s coat falling to the floor.

Draven jumped, half-expecting him to dash out through the mouth of the cave. Instead, Octavian, free hand running through his still-damp hair, paced to the back of the cave, mumbling in rapid Elven. He clutched the metal rod tightly like a lifeline, and every few seconds he reached for the bandages on his shoulders and upper back as if reminding himself of their presence.

Where has he been the past eight years if he doesn’t know about the outbreak? And why ask about the Draigo? They haven’t been seen for at least the past five, at least not openly.

Draven glanced outside, noting the rising sun. He needed to get moving if he wanted to catch up to the lycanthrope. But something about Octavian still nagged at him, something set him on edge. Not just how the elf seemed out of touch or crazy, pacing at the back of the cave. He still hadn’t answered how he’d gotten under the ice in the first place.

Draven trusted his gut, more often than not. And right now, his gut told him that he shouldn’t leave Octavian de Silv alone.

Not yet anyway.