#pray for me that I’ll be able to get up at 6

[loverofallthingssmart]

me when i’m approved for arcs i requested .

[st0rmyseas]

I hate my lifeeeee

[whumptober]

Whumptober 2023

Welcome to Whumptober 2023 — the sixth year running!

COMPLETIONISTS/PARTICIPANT BADGES CAN BE FOUND HERE

To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone joining this year, welcome!

Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

And this years playlist can be found here.

There are 139 prompt options in total this year - this is including the alternatives list! A special thanks goes out to those who took part in our trope vote back in July. From the 1526 responses to our list of 223 tropes, we looked through the popularity results, as well as your honourable mentions, and were able to produce this years prompts list. Stay tuned, as we will be posting some of the results at a later date!

We’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the fun!

Best of luck and happy whumping,

Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

Whumptober 2023 Prompt List

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”

No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”

No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Recording | Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”

No. 7: " “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”

No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”

No. 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.”

Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.”

No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you'd never leave.”

No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”

No. 12: “I haven't slept in days but who's counting?”

Red | Insomnia | “I’m up, I’m up.”

No. 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”

Cold Compress | Infection | “I don’t feel so good.”

No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”

Flare | Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”

No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”

Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”

Collar | Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.”

No. 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”

No. 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”

Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”

No. 21: “See the chains around my feet.”

Vows | Restraints | “Don't move.”

No. 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.”

Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | “Watch out!”

No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?”

No. 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”

No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”

No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”

Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”

No. 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”

Matches | Scars | “Let me see”

No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You'll have to go through me.”

No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”

No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”

No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Emptiness | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”

Alternatives List:

Betrayal

Aftermath of Failure

Brass Knuckles

Decoy

Body Modification

Playing Cards

Examination

Hunting

Drugging

Shaking

Panic

Broken

Miscommunication

Lab Rat

Reluctant Whumper

Event Info & Rules

~ Please read our extensive event info posts before sending us an ask ~

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. The 'theme' of each day is the line of lyrics.

The prompts are merely to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is "flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be related to the 'spark' of a relationship. It's truly up to you!

In total, there are 4 prompts for each day: there's lyrics, an object, a trope and a line of dialogue to choose from.  We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:

#whumptober2023 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(day number)

#lyric, #bruises, #stabbing,  …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#fandom or #OC, … (ironman, originalcontent, oc …)

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #gore tw, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Add "tw" AFTER the trigger/content warning. )

#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

#your own tags go here

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us if you completed the event. You do not need to post anything you have created, we rely on trust and we will not check this.

Questions not addressed in one of our many event info posts can be directed to this blog. We will not answer any questions that have been answered in the FAQs or rules already.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. How does this year’s prompt list work? What do I have to choose?

You can create something based on:

The overall theme/lyric of the day

Prompt 1, 2 or 3

One or several of the alternative prompts

A combination of the above

Q. Is [specific anything] allowed?

When in doubt: JUST DO IT!

Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?

Participate as much or little as you like! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.7, #radio silence). If you create works for 31 total theme days you will become a completionist. But apart from that, there are no repercussions if you don’t fill prompts for each day.

Q. Can I post early/late?

Yes, you can post whenever you want. We will only reblog posts during October, but you can use our prompts all year round. The day you post will only affect your probability of being reblogged.

Q. Will you reblog my post?

Due to the sheer number of content posted during Whumptober we can’t promise to reblog every single post. We will make a random selection trying to capture a wide variety of content. The following will increase your chances at being reblogged:

tag your post properly

post within 2-3 days of the theme you want to fill: if you fill the prompt for Day 1 your chances of being reblogged during October 1st to 3rd are highest and will go towards zero afterwards.

Q. What if I don’t understand a prompt/theme?

Send us an ask! We’re happy to help with wild, unhelpful clarifications or brainstorming. That being said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation. Don’t take them too literally. For example: You can be choking on a cherry, someone else can choke you or you could be choked up on emotions, etc.

Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?

This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gifset or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe.

Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?

Absolutely, as long as the other challenges allow it too.

Q. Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms?

Of course! You can post your own content wherever you like (or you can opt to not publish it at all). Additionally we’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. It can be accessed here. The tumblr blog @whumptober-archive is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle.

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes.

Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?

If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the Whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If you’ve previously posted something that checks the boxes, we ask that you not include it retroactively for this current year. You can, however, add new chapters relating to one or more of the prompts.

Q. What kind of characters can I write for?

Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, RPF, whoever you like. You can use the generic “whumpee” character or have specific ones.

Q. Does it have to take place in a specific fandom?

No, you can create works for your own worlds or for fandoms or for both. You can also create more generic or pan-fandom works. You can do cross-overs or use OCs, whatever you want.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

Yes, but it only counts once towards being a completionist.

Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day’s prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?

No, you can’t exchange prompts for different days. However, if all four prompts of a specific day make you uncomfortable, we have created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from. You can exchange any prompt with these, but please make sure not to use them twice.

Q. Where can I post my work?

Post where and how you want. You don’t have to (cross)post it to Tumblr or at all. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.

Q. Can I start posting early?

You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st.

Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s?

Yes you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist.  

Q. Is co-writing allowed?

Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you.

Q. Do I have to create 31 standalone pieces to be considered a completionist or can I write one continuous story?

One continuous story is fine.  The challenge is to write something for 31 prompts. If that’s spread over 31 fics or just one, you are still considered a completionist. (The same goes for every other media you choose.)

Q. Is there a min/max limit on word count?

There is no limit.

Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?

No limit and combine as many as you’d like.

Q. Is a hc/angst/emotional whump focus ok?

Of course! We are not going to establish a threshold for whumpiness. If you think it’s whumpy enough, then it’s whumpy enough. It can be physical, psychological, emotional, or any combination of the three.

Q. What’s considered nsfw?

See this post

Q. What is whump?

Typically the genre includes situations where a fictional character is hurt, be it emotionally, psychologically, or physically. Fanlore provides information here.

Q. My interpretation of the prompt isn’t whumpy at all, does that count?

If you don’t think your interpretation is whumpy, then it doesn’t count for Whumptober. Remember that whump comes in many forms, though, and that we don’t have a whump-checker or a threshold for how much whump needs to be included. If you think your interpretation contains enough whump to count, then it does.

Q. Can I start working on the prompts before October?

Absolutely! That’s why we post the prompts a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time” so feel free to start creating early!

Q. How do I tag triggers?

tw at the end of the word, ex. #gore tw

Q. Do I have to use your tags?

Yes, if you want your work archived on the blog. If not, feel free to use whatever tags you want. 

Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?

Yes

Q. Can we @ you?

Yes but we mostly rely on the #whumptober2023 tag.

Q. Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?

There are no rules, but please make sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies for whatever site you use).

Q. Where can I go for brainstorming help?

Here on Discord or come into our ask box.

Q. My characters are minors, is that ok?

Yes, but as with everything else, use clear and descriptive tags.

Q. Can I cross post on other blogs?

Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.

Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).

Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!

[fluffyartbl0g]

Redraw of the panels that SHATTERED MY HEART o(；△；)o!!! OG panels + Opinions on the Luffy separation arc under read more

Okay let me just go on a tangent about my feelings about the post-series Luffy separation arc, cause I think it gets way too much hate when it’s such a heartbreaking and well executed deviation from oda’s standard formula!!! I know that we all love monkey d. luffy and he’s LITERALLY the main character of the series, but it was also really nice to get more time to focus on the rest of the crew. But here’s the thing, even when Luffy wasn’t here, he was still here. And I’m not talking about the so called ‘blessings’ or whatever that kept SUSPICIOUSLY popping up around the crew when Luffy disappeared, I’m talking about the consequences that arised from him disappearing. We truly got to see how grand the effect luffy has had on the world around him, and how many lives he was able to touch ; - ; So even though luffy physically wasn’t present (I mean KIND OF but you know what I mean), this was still VERY MUCH a luffy arc imo. 

Oh man but I think Oda wrote luffy’s disappearance so well,,, I was sobbing for like 80 percent of this arc. Like just gradually seeing the crew’s deterioration as time passes by,,, but everyone has such unwavering faith in their captain, he HAS to come back cause Luffy always comes back. But here’s the thing, Luffy didn’t know what was happening to him when he started disappearing. But what he DID know is that he wasn’t sure if he was gonna be able to come back or not. And Luffy hates breaking promises- he’d never make a promise if he didn’t plan to keep it, and he’s not an idiot either, so when he just felt himself disappearing and saw zoro nearby... Instead of saying something like “I’ll be back!” and potentially making his crewmates wait for him forever, he tells zoro to “take care of the crew”... SOBBING AND CRYING T - T. So YES. the crew has unwavering faith in their captain. But. Luffy didnt say that he’d be coming back or anything. So what are they supposed to do really.

And it’s really hard to read at some parts, like it never loses the goofy tone that has been there throughout all of one piece and it’s really sweet to see everyone rely on each other to keep one another afloat, but the slight tension that keeps building up over the months while they keep looking for clues and answers... And how each lead keeps becoming a dead end... When it builds up and Usopp finally voices the thing that’s on everyone’s mind.

Oh man. I started crying so hard. It took 6 month for any one of them to say something. Like this is One piece. Of course Luffy is gonna come back eventually, it would be waay too dark otherwise... But Idk man, even I started to doubt that :((( But luckily. THIS IS ONE PIECE. So right after everyone started,,, well not exactly losing hope or anything (maybe a bit)? but going BATSHIT INSANE FROM THE REALITY THAT THEIR CAPTAIN MIGHT BE GONE FOR GOOD, they finally got a solid actual clue of what might’ve happened to luffy!!! And I’m SO GLADDDD!!!!

Omg and when they tracked down the pray-pray no mi user and finally got some answers out of him. OMG WAIT A MOMENT I REALLY LIKED IS WHEN PRIEST GUY IS LIKE “urerheg without luffy up there as a god the entire world may very well be destroyed cause the sun has been super unstable for centuries blah blah” and then Nami freaking PUMMELED THE GUY AND SHOVED HIM DOWN WITH HER STAFF AND

SOBBING CRYING SOBBING. THEY WOULD POTENTIALLY BLOW UP THE ENTIRE WORLD IF IT MEANT THAT THEIR CAPTAIN WOULDNT HAVE TO BE LONELY ; - ; KILL ME.

URGH I was really hoping that Luffy would return right once they beat him up cause I really really missed my boy, but honestly I think the final method of getting Luffy to return was super clever and absolutely worth the extra 3 weeks of waiting!!! I know that it was foreshadowed across the whole West Blue Saga and everything but I honestly had no clue it would end like that, DONT MAKE FUN OF ME :(((

When the crew finally got their captain back after 8 months of waiting... I mean they’ve been separated before for even longer periods of time, but they always knew that they’d be back together. This time they didn’t know. BUT AREHAHRGE ALL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING WAS SO WORTHIT WHEN THEY ALL FINALLY REUNITED T - T!!!!!! UWAHHWHAHWUAAGGHA!!! AND SEEING ALL THEIR ALLIES AND FRIENDS THEYVE MADE JUST CHEER AND CRY WHEN THEY HEAR THE NEWS!!!! I WOULD CHUCK ALL THE PANELS HERE IF I COULD BUT ID JUS T REACH THE IMAGE LIMIT BECAUSE ALL OF THEM MADE ME CRY ; - ;!!! Literally just read those 5 chapters in the arc finale cause,,,, man so good T - T

Anyways TLDR: The post-series luffy seperation arc is NOT BAD and you guys are JUST COWARDS AND LIARS!!!!

[prettyflyforawhitelie]

I wanted to request something for Husk, if that's alright! Their rooms are next to each other, and Husk just so happens to hear her cry. Reader is not being loud, she just couldn't hold back a particularly strong sob and he heard her. He keeps listening and now that he is paying close attention, he can hear soft sobbing. He goes to check in on her and she apologizes for waking him up, but is too shy to admit she was crying right away. I would love to see some fluff/comfort! Thank you <3

This is adorable! I love love love writing fluff. Thanks for the request! This turned out a bit angstier than I planned, but I think it balances out nicely with the fluff. If you want one that's just purely fluff, please message me and I will be happy to rewrite/write another! I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Husk x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Weapons, Drink Spiking, Alcohol

Word Count: 1809

“This Night has Opened my Eyes” - Husk x Reader

Today had been a long day. And that’s the understatement of the year. This was the day that you and the other residents of the hotel had been planning on for months… the war against the angels. You had prepped weapons, defense, and plans all of yesterday, but nothing could have stopped the inevitable bloodshed that accompanied war. Angels were cruel, fierce beings that didn't care about the lives of sinners so long as they increased their “kill count.” They hunt sinners for sport, and nothing, not even the princess of Hell, was going to stand in their way. 

This was evident when Adam and the angels mercilessly broke through the forcefield that Alastor had cast around the hotel. Fuck. That was you and your friends’ only shot at winning this battle. As you scan your environment to assess how many angels are coming at you, you also assess the casualties among your newly found “battalion”. So many of Rosie’s cannibals were surrounding you, dead. The sight was awful. Families, all with hopes and dreams, lay crushed beneath your feet. You look around for any signs of life from your friends, seeing Angel wielding 6 machine guns and… was that Sir Pentious and Cherri kissing? Never mind that, you had one person and one person only on your mind… your boyfriend Husk. Last night, you were expressing how worried you are about the possibility that one (or both) of you may not make it out of this war alive. He assured you that he could hold his own, particularly worried about you. You trusted your fighting abilities, but if something happened to Husk and you weren’t there to help him, you don't think you would ever be able to forgive yourself.

You find yourself facing your worst nightmare after fighting off two particularly feisty exterminators. You turn a corner of the horribly wrecked hotel to continue your search for Husk, only to be met with your boyfriend’s injured body laying on the ground, struggling to crawl to shelter. 

“HUSK!” you shout, running to him and helping him up. 

When your hands moved to his back to guide him to shelter, you noticed that something was missing. His - his wings. They were brutally ripped off of his back, leaving only grotesque stubs where they used to be. 

“Oh- Oh my Satan, we need to get you the fuck out of here. Why didn't you call for me? For anyone?!”

“I- I didn't want anyone-” he struggles to finish his sentence, fading in and out of consciousness. “I didn't want anyone to get hurt”

You managed to essentially drag him just out of sight of the exterminators, behind a particularly dull-looking building. You used any loose pieces of clothing that you could spare to put together a makeshift-bandage, only half-stopping the blood that was seeping from his back. 

“I’m sorry… you’ll be okay. Please be okay. I’ll make you okay.” you say as he winces from the pain. 

And for the first time in your life, you prayed.

To whom, it was unknown. I doubt the prayers of the damned are granted, but you needed more than anything for this to just be a bad dream. 

************************************************************************

As you wake up, your body is drenched in a cold sweat and tears are streaming down your face. You realize that this was all some fucked up dream, but the fact that it could become a reality very soon terrified you. You simply couldn’t stop the tears from running down your face, small sobs escaping from your lips. 

You reach your side table for your phone, only to see that it’s 3:42 AM. Damn, you really hoped you weren’t being too loud right now. Stifling tears, you notice several missed texts from Angel:

_____________________________________________________________

[12:00 AM]

💬Angel: I saw what he put in there, i dont think its deadly… might give you a wild trip tho. but i gave the guy a good beat down on ur behalf lmaooo ;) Left u in ur room to sleep it off, didnt want any idiots to seeya like that

[12:34 AM]

💬Angel: bitch whyd you lock ur door :(

[1:00 AM]

💬Angel: Y/N are you up yet?????

💬Angel: shitshitshitshit

💬Angel: Pls text me when you get up!!!!

____________________________________________________________

Reading these texts suddenly flooded you with memories of the night before (or, really, a couple hours ago.)

You and Angel Dust had decided that, fuck it, if the extermination was coming in a few days, you might as well party like there’s no tomorrow. Heading to the nearest club, you guzzled beelzejuice like it was the last thing in Hell and maybeee fucked around and flirted with a couple guys. As one of the guys you were talking to brought you a drink while Angel was on the dance floor, you downed it and started dancing with him. It wasn’t until your vision started fading that you realized that this asshole spiked your drink. Luckily, Angel was able to spot the signs from across the way and immediately scooped you up and brought you back to the hotel, screaming at the guy as you left. According to his text, I guess Angel went back to the club and fucked the guy up a bit, which made you feel a bit better. Sometimes experiences like these remind you that, yeah, you’re still in Hell. 

Remembering this only made you cry more. The tears flowed for a multitude of reasons: you were so angry that someone had the balls to spike your drink - to spike ANYONE’S drink! You were also so mad at yourself for allowing some rando to buy you a drink without you looking. You were also so grateful that Angel had such a watchful eye and cared for you so much. You guessed that the hallucinogen the man spiked you with was the cause of your terrifyingly hyper-realistic dream. 

You then remember what time it is, realizing that you had let a particularly loud sob escape your mouth. Shit. You really hoped that nobody woke up because of your crying. That would be embarrassing… to say the least. This thought was interrupted by a knock on the door. Damnit. 

“Who is it?” you ask.

“It’s me,” Husk replies. 

Husk had heard your quiet sobs from the next room over and was listening by your door. As he heard that the cries weren’t dissipating, he decided to check on you. You quickly tried to hide any evidence that you were crying, wiping your tears on your sleeve and trying to eliminate any signs of redness on your face.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“Can I come in?” Husk replies.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” you say, waiting for him to enter.

“Hello?” you ask.

“It’s locked.” he replies.

You remember Angel’s text with a small laugh and get up to open your door, taking one more precaution to wipe your face before doing so. You open the door to see Husk’s tired yet worried face.

“You ok?” you ask him.

“I think I should be asking you that.” he says while entering your room, leaving you standing at the doorway. 

“Uh, I mean, yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“I heard you crying from my room.” he says, looking at you worriedly.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I mean, it’s, like, 4AM.” you reply, trying to seem nonchalant and like he was the one interrupting your sleep.

“Okay, I may be tired, but I’m not dumb.” he says, matter-of-factly. 

“I wasn’t crying! I was probably just snoring or something.” You take his hand into yours. “But, I appreciate you checking up on me. Okaygoodnightseeyouinthemorningbyeeeeee!” you say while trying to lead him to the door.

“Sure.” he says, clearly calling your bluff. “You do know you can always talk to me, right? That’s what I’m here for, hon.” he says, genuinely looking into your eyes while holding both of your hands. His pure care for you overpowers any urge to hide your emotions from him, and you exhale.

“Fine. I was crying.” you confess.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I guess.” you lead him back to sit on your bed. 

“I- I went out with Angel last night. I think, if i can remember, some guy spiked my drink with what I assume is a hallucinogen.” You could see Husk becoming visibly angry. “Anyways, Angel got me out of there before anything bad could happen. I guess I came back up here and passed out, but I had a horrible dream.”

“You better have a description of the guy so I can beat his ass to a bloody pulp-”

“No. It’s not that.”

“What is it then?”

“The nightmare… it was-”

“That’s what this is all about? It couldn’t have been that bad-” he asks.

“No, you don't get it. It was extermination day… the angels were ruthless. I looked around and I… I couldn't find you anywhere. I fought angels and searched relentlessly for you, only to find you left for dead with your-” you shift in your seat, the mere thought of the nightmare making you upset. “-With your wings torn off. I tried saving you, but I just knew… I just knew you wouldn't make it.” 

As you stare into the distance, clearly bothered, Husk realizes just how much this scared you. When he first heard that all of this commotion was about a nightmare, he was surprised. You weren’t exactly one to get too emotional at the slightest of things, so this was new for you. But Husk realized why this was different. This nightmare was a very, very real possibility and a decently rational fear. There really was no telling what would happen come extermination day.

“How about this,” he says, placing one of his hands on your shoulder.

“Tonight, we forget about all of this. Extermination, angels, all of it. I’ll sleep in here and we can cuddle, you can talk to me or just fall asleep. We can sleep in as late as you want and just be here, in this room, right now. Just in this moment, you and I. How does that sound?” He asks.

This tenderness from Husk, though he is your boyfriend, was refreshing. He truly knew how to calm you down when you needed it most. 

Nodding your head, you both get under the warm covers of your bed. You rest your head on Husk’s chest, savoring the slow movements of his breaths. As he moves his hand to stroke your hair, you slowly start to fall into a deep and peaceful slumber. As you both basked in each other’s warmth, Husk’s soothing purring made its way into your ears, the music of your dreams. No amount of money in Hell could get you to gamble away the pure jackpot you held in your arms on this night.

[jadestwdd]

Okay y’all, hear me out…

So we all know that I don’t think Daryl Dixon is a dominant person during sex. But once in a while he will be a little bit dom. so here are a few things that think about daryl when it comes to intimacy and or close situations like it….

Warnings: SMUT SMUT AND SMUT

DOM: Daryl Dixon is a man who will be able to make you cum in seconds. So when he’s in the mood, he will be ready to take control of the situation and make you mould like potty in his hands. Every once in a while he will be in control. He likes to be VERRY close and sweet.

Example: when he is in this mood, he will will either make you cum until you are melting into the ground or mattress. He doesn’t like to call you a ‘slut’ or ‘whore’, he will praise you and talk you through it. He will say things like

‘Such a good girl…my girl…my good girl…’

‘almost there baby, you can do it…I know you can.’

‘One more time, just one more time…cum round my cock one more time…your doing so good baby girl…cum again for me…’

He is sweet and not mean. He also doesn’t like to be called daddy, like it’s just clear that he doesn’t like it. However…he may have a mommy kink….we’ll get into that later…..

SUB: Daryl Dixon loves to be a bottom, he likes to surrender and be made to feel like he’s small. Even though he doesn’t admit it, he loves it. After a long day and he’s really tired, we wants to make you feel good and he wants you to make him forget about what happened outside the four walls of your bedroom. He loves to be marked on his chest and thighs, like hickeys. (HE HATES ALMOST ANY TYPE OF PAIN), he’ll beg you to make sure everyone knows not to come and try hit on him because he knows he’s yours. He is also verry vocal as in he whimpers, grunts, moans and even cry’s… sometimes he’ll even beg you to make him cum.

Example:

‘Please…please…let me…I’m a good boy, ima…ima…’

He’ll trail off and start to whimper as you lift off of his oh so sensitive and overstimulated cock because he wouldn’t use his big boy words.

——

‘Ahhh…fuck….oh god….make me cum…h-hard….make me cum hard….i promise I’ll be on my…best behaviour…..’

——

When he’s about to cum, a few dozen times you’ve heard him say…mommy….

‘Daryl almost there sweetie, you can cum in a second baby boy…’

You sigh as you chase your high, but he can’t take it anymore. Like a switch, he jerks his hips up forward and…

‘Mommy~’

He moans as he spills inside of you.

Afterwards he is very embarrassed but you assure him it’s okay and you won’t talk about anything he doesn’t want to.

—-

KINKS: what kinks does he have? Well my friends it’s quiet clear that Daryl has a teeny mommy kink. It’s VERRY rare but once in a while you will use it to your advantage, you’ll get him to say ‘I’m sorry mommy’ or ‘mommy please…’ when he begs or does something wrong. He also likes a tiny bit of ownership…he likes everyone to know that you are his, aka he doesn’t want anyone else touching you and vise versa. He wants everyone to know he wants no one else but you. PRAIS!!! he loves to praise you when he is in control but he also likes to be called things like ‘good boy’ or whatever. Daryl is always up to try something new as in positions or toys. But he never likes to use whips or anything that can hurt you or him. MABIE he would bite your earlobe or neck a little but nothing that will actually hurt you. He loves vibratiors on you, he likes to make you squirm and squirt. You like to make him squirm underneath you as you hold the tip of the bullet to his cock.

BELLOW THE BELT AMD BODY HAIR: so Daryl Dixon is big!!!. When he’s soft he is around 6-7 inches and when he’s hard he’s 8-9… he is un-cut and his tip is verry sensitive. he also likes to trim up every few months just to he looks neat but he doesn’t shave if that makes sense? he has hairy legs obi and a few hairs between his eyebrows but not berry noticeable. He doesn’t give a shit about how much you shave? He doesn’t care if you shave or not. He also reassures you about you being insecure about if your smelly or dirty.

SCARS: if you have self harm scars, he will kiss them for hours, if you have stretch marks he will kiss them for hours and so on… the first time he let you see his scars, you where in the shower and he started crying, so you kissed his back and chest and arms, also leaving a couple hickeys there to. But after a while, he got used to you being okay with them so he would also wear no shirt around the house if he was in the mood.

PUBLIC AFFECTION: Daryl doesn’t really show much affection in public but he will sometimes hold your hand or let you lean on his shoulder. If he’s going out on a long run, you will kiss him but other than that he doesn’t really show any affection. he doesn’t like sex in public either, he wants those times to feel special and safe.

FAVE POSITIONS: he loves cowgirl, missionary, and you even tried the Amazon position once but he didn’t like it. He loves anything that makes you two feel close and safe.

RANDOM: Daryl definitely loves you to sit on his face. He sometimes likes to just sit in-front of you and hold a vibratior to you while you tease him with a nother one.

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Thats saul-0-

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[meiiie]

Hi hope your doing great today :) maybe a dave lizewski x reader period comfort fic? got mine this week and it sucks and i need one with my best nerd <33

omg so sorry i just saw this now anon, but yes of course!

cramps&cuddles — dave lizewski

pairing: boyfriend!dave lizewski x fem!reader

words: 0.6K (I wish I could make this longer, but I've run out of other ideas…)

fluff, comfort :) not proofread

You and Dave decided to have a sleepover after school since your parents goes to a vacation for a day, but your period just had to start at the worst timing. When Dave arrives at your house and sees you what seems to be (physically dying) on your bed, he immediately knows something is wrong

During the past week he’s been too busy being ‘Kickass’, this has been one of the first time in a while since you’ve seen each other, so seeing this sight brings a sudden rush of guilt inside of him. “hey, hey, baby, are you okay?” Dave asks, dropping his school bag with panic, approaching the bed to check your forehead with the back of his hand. “ughhrdhrdhhrfh, no I think I’m dying- oh gosh” you groan while hugging your lower abdomen. “ohmygodohmygodohmygod don’t worry I’m here- what do you need? I- what’s happening. Your forehead isn’t so hot??? What could be the reaso-” while Dave was squirming around your room in hopes of finding something to help with your suffering, you cut him off saying “Dave, don’t stress out omg it’s just that time of the month”

Despite Dave being the huge nerd he is—/that time of the month/ is the only thing he hasn’t researched about. His mom passed away while he was young, so with the amount of knowledge he knows about women… you can tell he was internally panicking. You turn to look away, then when you glance back- POOF, he magically disappears. He’s SPEEDING to the nearest store while on his phone, waht do wpmen need for thst time odf monsht typed while bursting into the store. When safari finally loads, he buys the listed items:

Pads

Tampons

A compress

Your favorite snacks

“wait… pads with wings or without? you know what, I’ll just buy everything” is his mindset while also not thinking of his safety right now because how did bro almost get RAN OVER 4 times in a row. Despite his survival of multiple possible car crashes, he also goes to the nearest market to buy oranges because, according to a website, they help with cramps… or something? At this point, he doesn’t know if any of the items he has bought will help with anything, but he’s just praying you aren’t dead yet by the time he gets back to your house

It’s been roughly about 5-6 minutes, and he SWINGS YOUR DOOR OPEN with an almost burnt meal he made inside your kitchen with any ingredients he could find, hot chocolate, and a bowl of already peeled oranges. (a/n: I know that food combination sounds disgusting, but I’ve had all of that at once in one seating during my period, and it tasted amazing so what can I say) “here hun, I don’t know if any of these helps but how are you feeling so far?” he gently places the set of food on your bedside table, while also settling the hot compress on top of your stomach. He goes to cuddle beside you, caressing your back while handing you paper bags full of all the snacks you love.

“I think I’m feeling a lot better now, thank you so much for this” you say getting comfortable in his embrace, kissing around your forehead from time to time. He looks straight into your eyes, so deep, whispering apologetically “I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to spend this past week with you, I promise to make it up to you.” nuzzling his face into your neck, which makes you feel, warm, like your cramps have suddenly disappeared. “It's okay, please don’t worry too much about it, okay? Plus you’ve already made it up to me, thank you for being here, I mean it.” you both laughing at the sight of how any plastic bags he brought full of at least 15 different versions of pads and tampons. You both hold each other peacefully, while you both feel the breeze from your open window. 

“Can you hand me those oranges?”

[screamingatanemptyroom]

Screaming at an Empty Room -

Reintroduction/Update

Hello everyone! Probably too late to do an intro, given that I've been writing on this blog since 2017, but since I've returned after a few years away from writing, I wanted the opportunity to talk about my blog and projects completed and my upcoming plans!

I go by Avaleon everywhere else on the internet, but respond to pretty much anything, including Screaming, hey you, etc! Started this blog in my mid 20s, and aged normally into the early 30s from there. I love writing, have always loved it, but between work and life, it's definitely something that I mostly do late at night and on weekends. I love hearing from people, but I usually answer asks in bunches, and typically right before I post writing. Love hearing about other people's projects as well!

I write short stories, novellas, and occasional full length novels. I am not published, but actively working on self-publishing some of my full length works. Everything I write is posted online, I enjoy sharing my work. The main reason to self publish for me is to have physical copies for myself or anyone who might want one!

My short stories can be found under the #writing tag on my blog. As for the long completed stories, I'll post them below the cut!

Love you Tumblr, happy to be back!

A. Full Length Novels (100,000+ words)

Please Fix the Story!

Description:

I don’t know who I am. I don’t know why I’m trapped in this never ending cycle of rebirth. All I know is that I wake up inside the worlds of unfinished stories, with a mission to accomplish the author’s wishes and stabilize the worlds now headed for destruction. I do my best, hoping, praying that maybe if I complete enough missions, I’ll be able to remember my past and return to my home.

It’s just fixing stories, it should be simple enough.

So can someone explain who this random villain is who keeps following me to each world?

Masterpost linked here

2. I Can’t Eat Love

Description:

Lenora did not have a wonderful life. After her engagement to Prince Ronan is broken, she loses everything… her reputation, her home and her family. Starving on the streets, she dies angry and bitter at how her life unfolded… only to wake up in her old bed, fifteen again, five years before her death. 

Now she must struggle to change her fate, and the fate of the around her. This time she won’t trust in something as flimsy or changeable as love. No, this time she’ll have the power and the money she needs to protect herself. 

Lenora has already lost everything once. She’s not going to lose again. 

No matter the cost. 

Masterpost Linked Here

B. Novellas

I Refuse to be a Named Character

Description:

I woke up inside the world of one of the best selling fantasy book series “Deadly Crown.” Intrigue, handsome heroes, adventure… sounds great, right? Just one problem: all the named characters except the main hero and villain die, are replaced and their replacements die. Being important in this story is a death sentence, so I plan to move to the middle of nowhere, and avoid the plot! 

It should be a fool proof plan, so why do the main characters keep dragging me into the story?

Masterpost Linked Here

2. Living in a Rewrite of my Own Book World

Description:

This is the story about an author who gets hit by a car right before she can finish her bestselling book series. Trapped in the role of a terrible side character antagonist, she must find a way to change the story’s ending. Not just for her own survival, but for the characters that seem just a little too real to be fiction. (30K words)

Masterpost Linked Here

3.Baby’s First Revenge!

Description:

When Charlotte is betrayed and killed by the friend she sacrificed everything for, she thought it was the end. Instead, she found herself reborn as a baby, with her killer still enjoying the fame of stealing her work. Now, she's coming after him, and plans to make him pay... But first, nap time.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

4. The Supervillain’s Daughter

The story of Erica, a girl who finds out that her brother is the kidnapped child of superheroes, and that her parents are villains. Years later she is the best agent in the Villain Suppression Unit, and hates everything to do with superheroes. So of course she isn’t pleased when she is paired with the strongest man alive, especially because she knows him. But with even darker parts of her past surfacing again, she will have no choice but to join forces and save the world. 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Other smaller works and the incomplete ones can be found on this page

Thanks everyone!

[schemmentis]

La Cosa Nostra - Pt. 16

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15

Cowritten w/ @janeyseymour

WC: 2k

Summary: The Howards receive an overdue visit; You and Melissa might finally be on the same page again...

As luck would have it, today is the day that Danik and Shaw decide to bombard the senator with questions, almost as soon as Barbara enters the office.

“Senator Howard,” Danik greets.

“Hello,” Gerald smiles easily at the two of them as he pulls out the containers with food in them. “What can I do for you?”

“We were hoping we would be able to speak with you and your wife about a few things.”

“Of course, although you are catching me on a busy day, and I am about to have lunch with Barbara,” the senator tells them. He gestures to the food in front of them in emphasis. 

Shaw flashes the FBI badge. “This can’t wait.”

Barbara’s brows creep up her forehead. This is clearly in connection with your family. But Gerald is unaware that any of this is going on, so he assumes it has to do with something else.

“Ask away, but the two of us will be enjoying our lunch.”

“What do you know about the Schemmenti family?” Danik gets right to the point.

“The Schemmentis?” Gerald repeats. “A lovely family. Melissa owns Twelve Tables and does a damn good job, and Y/N has owned that salon of hers for years now. Babs used to go there before the woman who specialized in textured hair. The two girls that they have together are precious- really just little angels walking this earth. Why?”

“And what do you know about the Schemmenti family, Mrs. Howard?” Shaw turns to the woman who holds the ledger.

“The same as my husband,” Barbara says, and she prays they don’t hear the slight waver in her voice. “A lovely, driven family. Why do you ask?”

“How do you know them?”

“They attend the same church as us, and have for years,” Gerald tells the two. “We’ve watched them grow together and bring those two little ones into the world. They’re excellent parents- always bringing two happy, well-dressed and well behaved little ones into church on Sundays.”

Danik and Shaw glance at each other. As far as they know, neither Howard knows anything of your other lives that you lead.

“Very well.”

“Why are you so concerned with the Schemmentis?” Gerald presses again.

“We have reason to believe that they are not who you think they are,” Shaw states.

Gerald’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “What possible reason could you have to believe that?” He asks, incredulous.

“We can’t discuss specifics of an ongoing investigation, Senator Howard. I’m sure you understand.” Danik answers.

“I do.” Gerald easily agrees, except a moment later he’s walking around his desk towards the door of his office. “I’ll say one more thing, on the record, Agents.” He pauses as he looks between both Danik and Shaw. “Whatever you think you know about the Schemmentis; you don’t. It’s my job as much as it is yours to take care of the criminals on our streets. I’m sure you’re fully aware of all my campaigning and the attempts to do just that. The Schemmentis? Are not criminals. Now, please, leave me and my wife to our lunch in peace.” He finishes, opening the door and waving the both of them out.

Gerald shuts the door after the agents, staring at the wood in confusion for a moment. Then he shakes his head, turning back towards his desk, and his wife. “Can you believe that?” He mutters as he passes Barbara for his chair behind the desk. “The Schemmentis? Not who we think they are?” He scoffs as he unwraps one set of the plastic silverware provided with the takeout which he hands to Barbara. “Neither one of them could hide a thing. They both wear everything on their sleeves.”

Barbara clears her throat, murmuring a ‘thank you’ to her husband who passes her silverware pre-opened. “It’s…a ridiculous notion that they aren’t good people.” She finally says. She doesn’t say much else during their lunch, although she knows that she’ll have to confess what she knows about your family later- in the comfort of her own home.

The rest of their lunch is spent quietly, Gerald going on about a few projects he’s working on while Barb tells him how her morning went; going to church and running into you, although she leaves out the part where she told you what she knows.

“See?” Gerald asks. “If they weren’t good people, Y/N wouldn’t be at church on a Monday morning.”

Barbara just hums.

At home, you and Melissa have no idea what you’re going to do, and by the time you have to pick up the girls, you’re just as lost as you were that morning.

“Shit,” you grumble as you head out to gather the girls from school.

The drive is silent until Melissa takes your hand gently. “Honey, I really am sorry for how I acted over the weekend… I- I shouldn’t have gone over your head, and when you confronted me about it, I shouldn’t have doubled down and hit you where it hurt.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” is what you offer her.

“I truly am sorry they took the salon out from under you, and I’m sorry they put me in charge, and I hope you know that you absolutely are not worthless when it comes to the girls; you contribute so much, and Cat and Rosie are lucky to have you as their Mam.”

You take your eyes off the road for a split second, giving your wife a soft look. “Thank you.”

When the girls run out of the school, they’re thrilled to see that you’re back to holding Melissa by the waist and whatever mother drama was going on between the two of you is settled. They launch themselves into your arms with giggles and rapid explanations of the ‘so crazy tag game’ they were playing at recess.

You wrangle them to the car, and when you pull off, you don’t head in the direction of your home. Instead, you take them to Twelve Tables.

“Really?” Melissa asks you quietly.

You shrug and squeeze her hand. “Having them around is the best bet right now to keep everything under wraps… and we both know that if something does happen, someone will protect our girls here.”

As Melissa works in the back of Twelve Tables, you worry about your girls at your usual table. Your eyes wander a bit more than usual around the dining room every now and again. Just to be safe. You marvel at the fact your wife is diving into business like normal tonight. You’ve always admired her ability to seem so at ease even when she’s stressed—until she snaps, anyway. 

Anyone else has no idea. You do though. When she greets her elder regulars that have come in at night instead of lunch; her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. When Valentina or the rest of her crew tease and joke; she joins in but her laugh is the one you know isn’t entirely real. 

You referee the girls fighting over the purple crayon; reminding them they do have two. The other had merely fallen off the table. At the same time, your mind turns over what you can do. Your options are limited. Still, if you don’t do something you know you’re not doing what you’ve always sworn you’d do. Protect your family at all costs. Your family. Not the family.

By the time Melissa is sitting next to you on her dinner break, squished as close to your side as she can get, you’ve grasped that of your limited options there’s really only one that is logical and safe to take. Your arm wraps around her waist, your other hand picking at your plate. Your appetite is nonexistent. You glance at the twins, finding them gleefully occupied with the small dinner plates Melissa had brought out for them. Swapping and trading as if they don’t have the same chicken nuggets. Apparently the shape matters and only one of them can have that one, and they’ve decided which of them, too.

You turn your head back to Melissa, kissing her temple and leaning your head briefly against the side of hers. She leans more to your side in silent response even as her fork still twirls the pasta on her own plate. “I think we have to do what nobody in the Family would ever say they’d do.” You murmur, your lips against the apple of your wife’s cheek.

“Yeah,” Melissa sighs, turning just enough to briefly kiss your lips. “I was thinkin’ the same thing. If we do it ourselves before they figure it out…we can give the information for no jail time.” 

“It’s the only way we can still be here. For the girls.” You say, your tone soft and quiet enough your giggling twins don’t hear or recognize you’re speaking about them. 

Melissa’s hand reaches to cradle your cheek, her thumb gently passing over skin. “For the girls.” She echoes before kissing you again. It’s only then that she returns to her meal, nudging you with her elbow in silent insistence you eat some yourself.

You’ve hardly spoken through the details; something you’re sure you’ll do once the girls are in bed tonight. Yet, you know with certainty you’re on the same page. For what feels like the first time since this whole mess started. You press one more kiss to red locks at the side of Melissa’s head before picking your fork up once more. You’re going to turn yourselves in. You’re going to flip on Cosa Nostra. 

You take the girls home and get them to bed before your wife gets home. When she enters, she makes a beeline for the girls’ room. You can hear her speaking to their sleeping figures in Italian, telling them how much she loves them and that Mommy will start being home earlier again. And then she’s curling up next to you on the couch and offering a glass of wine.

“How are we going to do this?” Melissa asks you quietly. “Without getting murdered in the process.”

You sigh. “I have no idea. But I know we need the ledger from Barb, so you have to get it from her.”

“I’ll call her tomorrow,” she promises you. “I think… I don’t know. If we flip, there isn’t a chance in hell someone isn’t going to come after us.”

Neither of you says it, but you know that word tends to travel relatively quickly within the family, and if someone finds out you’ve flipped… you will be murdered. That’s almost guaranteed.

The two of you sit in silence, both trapped in your thoughts until you decide to head to bed. She curls up behind you, spooning you, before kissing your shoulder, and then the spot behind your ear. You shiver at her touch, and her hands start to wander as she leaves a few marks- ones where your girls won’t be able to see.

You turn around in her hold. “Baby, not tonight.” You lay your head on her chest as you tangle your legs together.

 Melissa presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “I love you- and I’ll always love you, no matter what might happen to us.”

You just sigh softly before leaning up and kissing her softly before laying your head back down.

Neither of you get a great deal of sleep, both of your minds whirling with what fate has in store for you.

But motherhood never ceases, and your alarm starts ringing to signal that you need to get the girls up and to school.

Today is a day that you both take the girls, cherishing the way that they’re smiling and giggling like nothing is wrong- because nothing is wrong in their worlds. But you? You don’t know how much longer you have with them, so you soak up every second you have with them. You take in the laughter and the hugs, soak up each kiss that is planted to your face no matter how wet and slobbery. When they have to enter their classroom, you hug them extra tight, praying that you’ll see them again at the end of their school day.

And then you and your wife are off to the church, praying that you can catch Barbara Howard. 

[narrynukezankielover]

I’ve read a lot of posts of people saying that they don’t like at the end of season 7 Dean yelling at Cas. Personally I don’t like it but Dean needed to get it out of him. The guy went the whole season without anyone trying to talk to him about what was on his mind. When he finally was able to talk about it it just came out like that. Cas wasn’t in his right mind so he didn’t take it to heart but at least it got Dean to get over what had happened.

Then comes the cute stuff.

Every time before this when someone would say something like the angel that’s in love with you or whatever Dean would roll his eyes. This time Meg said he was your boyfriend first and there’s no eye rolling or denying it he just swallows.

Then there’s the two times people called Cas Deans angel. Sounds like they all think of Cas and Dean as boyfriends just no one says it. Dean even had a smile on his face when the vampire said it.

This scene is very sweet. Dean telling Cas if you were the last person I’ll take you cursed if not. Back in season 6 Cas secretary accused Dean of only calling Cas when he needed him. Dean obviously didn’t think that was true because he started to go nuts and Cas obviously didn’t like her saying that because he told her to go away but I think that idea was in both of their heads. When Dean thought Cas was dead and he clearly couldn’t handle Cas not being around I think he realized what Cas meant to him. Now Cas doesn’t want to fight because he’s afraid he’s going to make things worse so why would Dean need him but when Dean said if you were the last person I’ll take you cursed or not he was telling Cas he doesn’t care if he had powers or not he still wants him around and to help him fight.

This part makes me wonder what Cas says about Dean in heaven. All angels know Dean and Sam but Alfie let Sam pass him and went straight to Dean to ask about Cas. He didn’t know Cas and Dean were in purgatory so it’s not like he went to Dean because he was there with Cas. Clearly he knows how close they are by the sounds of it so do most angels. Then when Alfie said how some angels think that even though Cas did something insane his heart was in the right place and Dean asked what he thought. To me it sounds like Dean was trying to figure out if Alfie was a good angel or not. When Alfie said he thought Cas has too much of a heart Dean knew he was good. If he likes Cas he’s a good angel.

This hug just makes me smile. I’m very happy that Cas first single hug with Dean or Sam was with Dean.

I kind of wish the purgatory stuff were full episodes so we could see more of the place and more Cas but at the same time I like that it was done as flashbacks so random things made Dean think back to that place. It’s soooo sweet that Dean looked for a year for Cas when he could’ve went home at any point but he wouldn’t leave Cas and he prayed to him every night. Dean doesn’t pray to god but he will pray to Cas. He even told Cas I need you. That’s a big thing for Dean. Dean doesn’t tell anyone that he needs them so for him to say that was a big deal and Cas knew that.

I love when they protect each other. Cas had to leave Dean to protect him against the leviathans and Dean telling Cas to fly off when the leviathans were coming plus he kept defending Cas to Benny. You don’t say anything bad about Cas to Dean.

One thing that pisses me off is that Cas and Dean were gone for a year and Sam couldn’t take 2 seconds to go look for Dean. They disappeared in front of Sam so he didn’t know if they were dead or just down the street he had no idea. Dean gave up his soul so Sam could live and he looked for a year for Sam when he thought Sam was in hell but Dean went and Sam took that opportunity to give up being a hunter and ran away. He kept saying it was because he met Amelia but she wasn’t waiting for him outside the building which means he had time before he met her to look for Dean. I can completely see why Dean is pissed off. Sam never said he was sorry or that he did the wrong thing by not looking for Dean and not answering his phones. This could turn into a rant so I’m just going to say I completely agree with everything Dean said in that scene about Sam.

[dirtybitfic]

THERAPY PT2

matt sturniolo x fem reader/y/n

contains: therapy session, experimenting, kinks, going to an event.

pink : you blue:matt

your pov-

After I got home from my first session with Matt my mind was running wild .He is so hot and I don't know if ill be able to control myself in my session today.

this past week ive been going through more websites and doing more research on kinks I could have and adding some to my list. Ive also finished two book this week and dear god I didn't think I could find this many new things that I would like but god dark romance has opened my eyes to so many new possibilities. Some of them are very concerning... like in the last book I read the guy bought the girl a collar and made her walk to him as he had a chain link connected to the collar dragging her around on it. Like what the fuck that should sound concerning but if the right man asked me to do it sadly I probably would.

I just got dressed in a somewhat nice outfit I wanted to look good for Matt I know he's just my therapist but for some reason I want him to notice me and maybe even compliment how I look.

skip 30 minutes-

I just parked in the deck and was rushing to get my purse and make my way into the elevator. Its about 6:50 im praying to god I won't be late but again LA traffic was a shit show .

I made it up to the 20th floor and rushed out into the waiting area and up to the desk .

hey y/n matts finishing up with something with his brothers but he said for you too just head back once you got here.

okay thank you you say and making your way to his office.

you knock on the door making sure he knows you’re about to enter

come in you hear a voice say from the other side.

you open the door and walk in seeing not only matt but what you can only guess are his brothers . they all look alike obviously because they are triplets but there are subtle differences.

hi y/n im sorry I was just finishing up with them but have a seat and we’ll get started in a second

okay you say as you walk between them to the chair in front of his desk

hey I like your outfit one of the others say

oh thank you you say smiling as you set your purse down

no problem ! okay matt we’ll head out he says as he starts heading to the door

the other one glances at you smiling you smile back and he gives matt a hug before leaving

see you at home?

yeah but I have an event tonight so i’ll be home late

alright he says leaving the two of you alone in the room.

matt makes his way to his desk.

alright lets get started . How has this week Been

pretty good I did some research on some new things to expand my list

okay and what new things did you find?

well I read about breeding kinks and I realized its definitely something I find intriguing

okay and what do you find appealing about it

I think the way its kind of a possession type of thing like they are claiming me fully by you know "putting their baby in me"

so its the possessiveness of the act that excites you?

yeah I think so

okay next one

okay ummm cuckolding

okay and which side of it appeals you . Watching your partner with someone else or hearing stories about their past sexual encounters?

I think hearing about it . im more iffy on this one . I get jealous very easily so it might not be for me

okay well we can come back to that one later . Do you have more ?

yeah a couple more

okay go a head with the next one

okay um edging...

hmm okay and is that something you would like to do to someone else or have done to you?

to me definitely to me you said quickly with a small laugh.

okay he says chuckling a little bit at your reaction to his question.

What made you look into edging?

um I don't know its kind of like overstimulation right?

yes its a form of overstimulation

well then I guess thats why it sounds like something I could like

okay next one

katoptonphilia I don't know if I said it correctly

okay so mirrors . You like watching yourself?

yeah I guess sometimes . like if a man were to be fucking me infront of a mirror and made me watch myself I think that would be hot

Matt adjusts in his seat. He also has this kink and thinking of fucking you in front of a mirror has him growing painfully hard.

Alright next

scene play...

okay and what is the scene that you most thought of when reading about this one

A teacher and student roll play I guess

Have you ever had fantasies in the past about a teacher you've had?

uhhh yeah actually

What about that teacher were you attracted too?

well I guess his voice it was super deep and raspy and his hands they were huge . There was a couple times he'd come over to help me with my work and he'd put his hand on my back when I got distracted and i'm not even exaggerating it took up almost all of my back.

he looked at you with narrowed eyes and for some reason it made you nervous .

I mean im not a small girl you know what I mean so knowing his hands were that big turned me on

would you say you have a size kink?

oh yeah for sure

interesting ...okay next one.

sensory deprivation

okay and is it sight, hearing or something else that you like with this one

I think all of it to be honest . Ive never been blindfolded but ive always thought it would be fun. I also think that umm if someone took away my ability to breathe for a little bit that would be hot

And how would you want them to take your breathe?

I guess like a hand over my mouth and the other holding my nose or chocking me hard enough to take my breath but not hurt me

okay so that one is definitely something you'd like

yes that is a definite yes

okay is that the last one

umm no ... I have two more

okay he says waiting for you to continue

okay electrophilia

oh hmm okay and what drew you to this one

well after last session and our um ... conversation about punishments . I guess I went home wondering about other ways to be punished and this one caught my eye.

okay so punishments is definitely something you'd like in your next relationship he asks a small smirk tugging at his lips. He had never touched one of his clients before you. Doing physical "demonstrations" was not something he would ever do but when you he had brought it up to you and you said you'd never tried it he couldn't help himself but show you . He had gone home and immediately went to take a shower jacking off to the thought of you.

His mind runs wild when you sit in front of him reading off your kinks and fantasies not only because they match up with his but also because you're exactly his type in not only looks but sexual wants and needs.

absolutely I mean last week definitely opened my eyes to it and I couldn't stop thinking about it so..

mmm okay and what's the last one

okay well I don't know if this one is considered a kink or if so what kink it would be

so is it more of a fantasy ?

I mean I guess so I don't know

okay well tell me and then we can work out what it is

okay umm like a collar ...

a collar he says with a smirk on his face that has you holding your breathe .

mhm you say tight lipped thinking that you said something wrong by the expression on his face

okay explain to me what you mean by a collar... like what is it used for

well okay I read a book this past week where the guy... bought the girl a collar with a lock ... and when she gave him attitude or didn't listen it would shock her and ummm... at one part he connected a chain to a part of it and made her crawl to him and he also dragged her around with it when he got angry with her

you like to read a lot don't you he said remembering last time you said that the books you read corrupted you a bit.

yeah I guess so

so do you think thats something you would actually enjoy with a real man and not just because you like the fictional character?

I mean I think if the right man came along id pretty much do anything for him

hmm he hums looking at you with a gleam in his eye and a look you cant quite place.

I feel like you have something to say about that and just don't want to offend me you say with a tinge off worry but also attitude.

I mean I guess im just trying to figure out what you mean by you'd do anything for the right man . A lot of men would kill for a woman like you

woman like me ? you ask confused as your eyes narrow on him.

I meant in the sense that... if you found a man that was everything you've wanted and gave you everything you've ever wanted and probably more you would worship at his feet... at least thats the impression I'm getting

I mean ... id say yeah . Is that bad? you ask leaning forward keeping intense eye contact.

no I don't think thats bad.

mmm you hum as you sit back in your seat still maintaining the eye contact.

There is a weird feeling in the air . Like there is some tension but you cant quite place why.

how would you feel going to an event with me tonight?

Are you asking to be your date matt? you ask with a small smile creeping onto your lips as your eyes challenge his

Not exactly . The event is for a bdsm club... a high class club that not many people know about but ... you might find someone there that may peak your interest.

hmmm I don't know

You can say no but I thought I might as well bring it up you never know who you might meet and what's the worst that could happen other than having to spend a couple hours with your therapist

I mean i guess It wouldn't be that bad being stuck with you for a couple extra hours you say with a playful eye roll.

funny... so is that a yes?

mmm yeah why not . But ... im not exactly dressed for something like that

yeah well lucky for you I thought about that earlier he says getting up and walking to a closet on the left side of the office

oh so you planned this out huh?

I wouldn't say I planned it but in the case that you said yes I wanted to have something ready for you to wear

he pulls out a long bag that is usually used for clean pressed suits and a pair of black hells hanging on the top of the hanger

how did you know my sizing? you ask kind of confused

lucky guess. he says with a shrug

he walks back over to you as you stand up and he unzips the bag showing you the dress that was seemingly perfect inside the bag.

wow all black huh

I thought id play it safe he says smiling at you .

mmm I like it but matt... I know these heels they cost a good amount of money

meh not that much

you smile at him as he hands you the dress and heels telling you to go change and he will wait for you in his office

you change in the bathroom noticing the girl from the reception desk is already gone . Must have gone over our allotted appointment time again but the crazy thing is when your talking to matt time goes by so fast you don't even realize you've been In his office for 2 hours.

you head back to his office holding your clothes you came in in one hand as your heels clack on the marble floor.

you enter his office as he looks up from his computer looking at you.

you give him a smile and a small spin.

wow you look good he says taking you in with his eyes.

thanks to you ... you know you have good taste in dresses

im glad you approve . Let me just shut down my computer and pack my stuff and we can head out

okay do you want me to follow you in my car there

no we'll take my car and ill drop you off at your car after the event

oh alright you say as you go to grab your purse and phone.

your phone rings and you see its Leslie

go ahead and take that ill start shutting down the lights in here ill meet you in the lobby

okay you say as you pick up and head into the lobby/ waiting area

Hey Leslie what's up

nothing I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie when you get home

oh shit sorry im actually heading to an event right now

what since when

um since 10 minutes ago

with who ?

my therapist....

you mean your hot therapist you wouldn't shut up about this whole past week ... how did this happen

one I didn't talk about him that much and two I don't know it just sort of came up

mhmmm sureee well I cant wait to hear about it when you get home

yep okayyy I gotta go I love you see you when I get home

I love you too and have fun with your sexy ass ... sex therapist

yeah okay ill make sure too have a lot of fun with my sexy hot therapist I really gotta go

okay bye

bye

as you hang up you hear a throat clear behind you.

you gulp turning around to see matt smirking down at you

Fuck he definitely heard me call him sexy and hot . why was he just standing there and why did I not hear him walk out here.

ready to go

mhm yep

you both make your way to the elevators after he locked up and got down to the parking deck.

okay im parked over here he says walking to the left and you follow him to the most gorgeous car you've ever seen.

wow I love your car. Ive always wanted a gt just never had the money for one

I could definitely see you driving one of these he says he smiles at you with a look of admiration in his eyes.

you blushed as he popped the trunk for you to set your things in and then opened your door for you to get in. Then he got in and started up the car.

the interior was red leather that had your crush on him going even bigger.

Not only is he nice, hot, sexy, and exactly your type but he also drives your literal dream car down to a t. How could he get any more perfect.

He start driving out of the parking deck as closer but nine inch nails starts playing.

You've had many of dirty thoughts of things you would do to this song. You rub your thighs together as heat pools between them as your mind runs wild with dirty thought involving matt who's right next to you.

you like nine inch nails? you ask looking over at him

yeah love them but especially this song

me too you say smiling to him

he looks back to the road and god he looks so good driving . The way his large veiny hands grip the wheel and his perfect side profile glows in the dark city lights has you melting in your seat.

You have to force yourself to remember he's your therapist and its not appropriate for you to be having inappropriate thoughts about him.

I have a couple guys I wanna introduce you too while were at this event. But for the most part stick with me there's some older men there that are... not so pleasant and I don't want them making moves on you .

o-okay sounds good you say taking a breathe.

Since this is a higher class club some of the men think they can do whatever they want and have no consequences and the last thing I want is for something bad to happen to you. okay?

yeah I get what your saying you say as you look out the window

new flame by chris brown, usher and rick ross starts playing.

you softly sing along since you its one of your favorite songs

you feel eyes on you causing you to look over at him seeing him smiling at you.

what?

nothing he says still smiling and looking back at the road as your pulling into a very nice drive up to a fancy building.

He parks his car and shuts the car off getting out and going around to your side to open your door .You get out as he take your hand in his and slips your phone in one of his pant pockets.

come on he says leading you up the stairs to the large door where two men stand.

Good evening Mr .Sturniolo one of them says as they open the doors for you both to enter the building

you smile at them as you follow Matt inside and up a set off stairs. The next set of doors enter into a large ballroom adorned with large tables with booth seating and two bars one on the left and right wall.

you wanna grab a drink

yeah sure

he leads you to the bar and orders a glass or bourbon then asks you what you want after you tell him what you want the bartender makes your drink and hands them to matt.

you take a sip and fuck they made it strong causing you to make a face

you okay he asks noticing your facial expression

yeah im fine just stronger than I was expecting

yeah they are a bit heavy handed here

you don't say you say letting out a small laughing making him chuckle under his breathe .

Matt hey how are you a guy says coming upon next to him

Hey Jake Im Good how about you man

eh you know work has been kicking my ass but good otherwise

Glad to hear it man . I actually wanted to find you at some point tonight . he looks over at you . This is one of my clients y/n I thought you too might want to get to know each other

oh wow your beautiful its nice to meet you y/n he says shaking your hand

its nice too meet you too .

He's definitely an attractive guy but the only man your really wanting is your therapist Matt who is standing mere inches away from you watching the interaction.

So what are you looking for tonight

oh I don't know if im looking for anything. Matt said I might benefit from coming tonight so I did

mmm okay well tell me some things your interested in sexually and maybe I can ... be of some assistance

oh ummm I don't know I... you were caught off guard by how direct his question was. Its one thing to talk to Matt about your kinks and wants and needs since its his job but when a random man you just met asks you don't know what to say.

matt steps in and decides to answer for you

She has been wanting to experiment some new things lets just say what she needs to find is the perfect dominant man

Your face flashes red with embarrassment as you look at him and back to Jake.

aww so cute she's embarrassed

you glare at him and he chuckles

I mean I can definitely be that for you . I can give you my number and you can think about it he says stepping closer

you look at matt for some what of an approval to get jakes number.

don't look at me thats up to you

you sigh . Y-yeah sure why not . Matt hand him your phone from his pocket

Jake puts his name and number in your contacts and text himself something so he has your number too.

I hope to hear form you gorgeous he says before walking away

Matt steps in front of you meeting your eyes .

y/n your not gonna find someone if you cant even tell them what you want

oh whatever i just didn't really think he was my type

mhmm okay he says looking down at you

you roll your eyes knowing he's right . You don't know how to tell men what you want thats the whole reason you started going to him in the first place .

okay well if he wasn't your type look around and if someone catches your eye point him out to me

ugh do I have too you ask honestly because to be honest you don't really want anyone here but him but you know you cant have him so just to make him happy you start scanning the room .

You spot a guy with black hair and bright green eyes who looks like he was carved by a greek god and is covered in tattoos .

you quark a smile and point to him.

Hmm Aris kalmin hes a very rich business man but I don't think hes a good pick

and why do you say that

Because you said you wanted not only to be dominated but to also feel taken care of after ... with Aris you won't get that. He is the type of dominant to use you when and how he wants and will not take time to clean you up and make you feel good after

mmm okay yeah you have a point there okay never mind then

you scan the room again not seeing anyone that really gets your a attention .

hey I see someone at the bar I want you too meet

ugh okay you wanted to get a refill anyway . You were already a little tipsy you were two drinks in and since they made each so strong it was definitely hitting harder.

you asked for another drink when you reached the bar

matt going over to a very tall man who had one green eyes and one blue , his chiseled face had a light stubble and his hair was dark and fluffy. His neck was adorned with tattoos and so were his arms. He was definitely your type and now since you were tipsy you had a bit more courage than you did meeting the first guy.

the bartender handed you your drink as you looked back over at matt , him and the guy he wants you to meet are already staring you down with daring smirks on their faces which has your heart racing . Matt motions you over with his hand and you slowly make your way to them across the bar.

y/n this is Theo

hi its nice to meet you

its nice to meet you too matt was just telling me a bit about you

oh all good things I hope you say giving him a playful smile

very.. good things he says looking down at you from his 6'5 height .

you gulp feeling a bit intimidated by his size and the way his heterochromia eyes bore into yours.

you have gorgeous eyes

mm thank you sweetheart he says cocking his head a little as he smirks.

he leans down so his mouth is right next to your ear causing shivers to run down your back as his breathe hits your ear.

imagine looking into them for hours on end as you cum for me over and over

you choke on air as your face gets red and you clench your thighs trying to dull the throb in-between them

mmm I think you'd like that wouldn't you he says coming face to face with you

you gulp and slowly shake your head yes not knowing what exactly to say. You've never had a man speak so directly about pleasuring you before other than obviously your sessions with matt and the conversations you have.

he smiles and stands back up straight

maybe we can arrange that yeah

mhm y-yeah

he hands you his phone with contacts already pulled up you take it and put your name and number in and hand it back.

well it was nice meeting you y/n I hope to see you soon and matt we gotta catch up soon its been a while

yeah man just text me and we can work something out

Theo walks away and matt looks at you smiling

So what did you think of him

y-yeah he seems nice

mmm yeah I bet I saw the way you clenched your thighs when he said something to you

yeah okay whatever you say with more attitude than you meant too.

watch the attitude y/n he says sternly

or what you say tauntingly. Even though Theo was nice and definitely turned you on with what he said Matt was still right there in the front of your mind. Something about Matt just drawls you in and you cant stop no matter how hard you've tried for the past week to keep in mind he's your therapist and there is a line you shouldn't cross you just cant avoid the obvious attraction.

he steps closer to you causing you to look up at him . You sway a bit from the obvious slightly drunk state you're in from the drinks you've had throughout the night.

I don't think you wanna cross that line y/n he says smirking but keeping a deep stern voice.

But what if I do?

mmm he hums leaning down closer so he is mere inches from your ear . I don't think you can handle me sweetheart he says in your ear as he brushes some hair off your shoulder and he places a small kiss just below your ear.

you move your hand to his neck and tug slightly on his hair so you can reach his ear.

One thing you should know about me matt... is that I love a challenge

he turns to look you in the eyes . His jaw is clenched and there is a dark gleam in his eye that has your pulse racing. Your definitely drunk which is giving you a new found confidence . You would have never made a move on Matt sober because again he is your therapist but right now your not thinking with your head.

Come on were leaving he says grabbing you harshly by your arm and pulling you with him. His tight grip elicits a whine from your mouth.

You both hurriedly make your way out of the building and down the stairs. Hes not only dragging you with him by your arm but your also drunk causing you to trip over your heels and fall into him on the last step.

Jesus Christ matt slow down

I don't know who you think you are telling me what to do he says in a tone that for some reason makes you want to cry . Its the tone of a father who's angry at you for doing something you know you shouldn't ... Maybe thats the childhood trauma talking but...

o-okay im sorry

come on he says leading you to the car slower this time

he gets you into the passenger seat and shuts the door harshly causing you to jump.

he gets in and immediately starts the car

Put your seatbelt on now

you immediately buckle in not wanting to test his limits since he seems to already be on edge.

good girl he says before pulling out of the long drive way slightly fast and speeding down the streets then you reach the highway and he drives in the fast lane speeding down the dark highway .

After a second you realize you just passed the exit to get off for his building . He was supposed to drop you at your car after the event...

matt where are we going I thought you were dropping me at my car after

he smiles darkly before answering

Were going to my house

that statement immediately sobered you up.

Fuck me ... his house... I guess he took what I said earlier seriously. I mean I did mean it but I didn't think he'd actually do something about it .

I guess ill have to sit here and wait to find out

Part 3 coming .... 💋

[lolitakirstein]

Hey Neighbor pt 6

Part 6

[Previous part]

a/n: Sorry this kind ends abruptly but the word count was getting high so I figured i'd split it up. it doesn't really move the story alone, but I had fun writing this part.

wc: ~1.1k

tags: @better-imagination-9

The sun slants through the curtains that normally you would have drawn. But as the piercing light stabs your retinas, the events of last night slowly come back to you. Albeit in bits and pieces. A drink, or two, maybe four? Walking. Ok, stumbling. Being on the ground, looking up at Toji. FUCK. You sit up and the sudden movement sends the room spinning. Toji saw me, drunk, on the ground.

That thought quickly unlocks more from last night: Toji carrying you to bed. You throw the blanket off, groaning both from the tilting of the room and your growing embarrassment.

Once dispensing a gracious amount of cat food to Mewsy as an apology for not feeding her the previous night, you sit at your kitchen table. Still trying to piece together the events of last night. Had you said anything stupid? Made more of a fool of yourself than what you think you already did? And more importantly, how do you ever face him again?

Ok, time for damage control. Let's see, he saw me drunk. That wouldn't have been a big deal if he hadn’t also witnessed me rolling on the sidewalk like some kind of cat in heat and then carrying me like a child. Ok, the logical thing to do is to apologize. He saw me acting immature, so I’ll show him that I can be mature and own up to my mistakes.

After quick shower and a dusting of makeup to cover your dark circles, you check your reflection one more time in the hallway mirror and you open the front door. Before nerves can get the best of you, you stride next door.

You knock three times and pray that no one is home. I’ll count to five and if he doesn't answer I’ll—

The deadbolt clicks and the door swings open, revealing Toji in low-slung jeans and once again no shirt. His skin gleams with a thin layer of sweat. Smears of oil and dust coat his hands. His hair sticks to his sweaty brow and, once again your stomach clenches with a delicious warmth. Something about being around this man instantly kicks your body into overdrive. As if it’s in a perpetual state of ovulation when he’s near.

“Hey neighbor,” Toji greets you as he grabs a rag from his back pocket to wipe his hands. The act is arousing. The thought of him working with his hands. Instead of working in his garage—which he had clearly been doing—you imagine what those hands you do to you. Would they be gentle? Or rough? Or would he alternate between soft touches and choking—-no, no, focus.

“Hey,” you clear your throat. “Is this a bad time?” Please let it be a bad time.

“Not at all,” he opens the door more. “C’mon in.” You step around him, trying not to brush against him.

“Hi y/n!” Megumi shouts as he runs down the hall towards you.His arms outstretched. The excited voice, normally adorable, pierces right into your skull causing you to grimace accidentally.

Megumi stops short, his arms falling to his side. “What’s wrong y/n.”

“Nothing, I’m just–”

“Y/n was out way past her bedtime son,” Toji interrupts behind you. He slams the door, hard. Another jolt of pain shoots inside your head. “Let's give her a round of applause for being able to stand upright today.”

Toji starts clapping his hands, Megumi following suit, jumping in place. More pain crackles behind your eyes. Asshole.

“I’m going to go,” you murmur, turning back, intending to run out the door. Toji's leaned against it, however, his arms crossed and a satisfied look on his face. You’re blocked.

“Nonsense, we were just about to have lunch. Join us,” he coos, cupping and squeezing your face briefly before sauntering into the kitchen. You stare daggers at his bare back. Megumi grabs your hand pulling you to trail his father. “C’mon, y/n”

In the kitchen,Megumi climbs into a seat as Toji places a sandwich and some baby carrots in front of him. You remain standing, feeling out of place. Toji must notice because he pulls out a chair and gestures, albeit a bit dramatically. You roll your eyes before taking a seat.

“Here.” Toji places a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water in front of you. Your head spins from the thoughtful gesture, or it could just be the hangover. Nevertheless, a blush creeps into your cheeks.

“Are you sick,” Megs asks between bites of his sandwich.

“I—”

“Y/N was a bit of a party animal last night, fell down and dad had to carry her home,” Toji quips, pulling up a chair beside you with a sandwich of his own. HIs long legs stretched out. You whip your head towards him, intent on glaring him in the eye. You're then reminded that he is, still, shirtless. Your eyes betray you, drifting to his bare chest. Quickly you look away, focusing on pills and water.

“Isn’t that right, y/n” Toji presses. He's taunting you, wanting a reaction. Be mature be mature be mature. He nudges you with his leg. “Hmm??”

Taking a deep breath and gathering yourself, you look at Megumi. “Yes, I did have too much fun last night so I am a bit sick. And your father being shirtless and sweaty isn’t helping me feel any better.” So much for being mature.

Megumi giggles. Toji leans forward and places his forearms against the table. “Doesn’t seem to make you ill when you’re looking out your window at me,” he pretends to whisper, sending megumi into another fit of giggles

Shit! Did he know that you watched him? Now you look like a total creep. Fuck.

You try to think of something witty to say, but come up empty and embarrassed.

“Yeah didn’t think I would notice ya, staring out the window while i’m working out huh,” he prods.

“Can we talk?” you snap before he can say anything else humiliating.

“We are talking,” he gestures between the two of you.

“Alone,” you say softly, not wanting to hurt megumi’s feelings, excluding him.

After a few seconds of staring each other down, he finally yields. “Megs. take the rest of your lunch into the living room, Ok?”

Hanging his head, Megumi gathers the remainder of his meal and sulks out of the room.

“What?” Toji snarls.

“You always avoid adult conversations by using your child as a buffer,” you spit. Toji rolls his eyes, leaning back against the chair.

“Floors all yours, darling,” he gestures dramatically. “Let’s have an adult conversation.”

“First can you put on a shirt?” you ask

“Are you distracted?” he banters, a coy smile on his lips

You don’t take the bait. Instead scowl at him.

His smile falls as he sees you aren’t going to play his game. “Fine,” he grumbles, standing up and walking upstairs.

Now alone, you try to even remember why you came over here in the first place.

[pessimisticoptimistsblog]

AN: It’s been YEARS, possibly like a decade honestly, since I’ve written down a story idea, but I have like this incessant story bug in my brain. This series and Lucifer especially have me in a chokehold, so hopefully, this helps to ease the brain rot a bit… this is inspired by the series, obviously, but also by a clip I’ve seen of Supernatural that mentioned Nephilim and them being not accepted by heaven (I think? I’ve never watched SPN, so maybe I got the idea wrong, and the clip was out of context.. oh well, in this story, Nephilim exists, and heaven doesn’t like that.)

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

This has been lightly proofread. I needed to get the idea down finally since it's been circling my brian since I watched the finale. Also  chapter 1 is written! I’ll probably edit it a bit more tomorrow and post it by tomorrow evening. Anytime my oc is just signing and it isn't being interpreted by her assistant, it will be like this *text*. If her assistant is translating, then it will appear as regular speech.

CW: Not much yet, just some cursing

Summary: He claimed her mother seduced him, bewitched him with some devil-magic to make him fall for her, making her inherently evil. How else would a mere human have come to carry a half-angel? So he forced their offspring into hell, hid her amongst the “Losers,” and sealed her angelic half and her voice away so no one would ever know what he had done. With the extermination creeping closer to her doorstep and now being moved up, Madame C has finally had enough of her father’s hypocrisy. It’s time to leave the shadows and show Heaven and her father they’re not as great as they think.

Prologue

~ THE BEGINNING ~

Year – 1467

Quickly, wee one, only a bit further. We cannae’ risk being found!” The urgency in the older woman’s voice was barely masked, wishing the younger girl holding her hand could still think of this as nothing more than a game. The two slipped into a small cave opening, and the mother raised a finger to her mouth with a shaky grin.

Her tired brown eyes peaked out after a few moments searching the wood for any sign of the mob they had just outrun. The village they had only just reached a fortnight ago seemed to have decided the woman was a witch when they caught her using herbs to heal a scrape on her daughters knee. The village elder had gathered every able-bodied man and some women, armed them with anything sharp they could grab, and set the woman’s small home on fire. One had seen the “witch” and her daughter trying to sneak out of a window, and soon, the mob had begun chasing the two into the woods surrounding the village.

The woman scanned the trees half a dozen times, hoping and praying that some diety would hear her and the villagers would give up soon. She knew her daughter was growing weary, and at nearly 13, she was too heavy for the small woman to carry while trying to escape certain death. After a few tense moments of eerie silence and no sign of flames or shadowy figures, the mother breathed a small sigh and sunk into the wall of the cave. She looked to her side, seeing her daughters green eyes wide and scared – scanning her mother’s face for whether they would begin running again or if they were finally safe. For now.

In truth, the duo had been doing this for years. The young girl could barely remember a time they weren’t running or hiding, and she had only recently begun to grasp why. Witch hysteria was gripping the continent, and women healers and single women were being targeted. Someone like her mother, a healer and mother with no husband in sight, was no doubt evil and wicked. So the two were hunted, like animals, no matter how far they tried to stay away from civilization. This time, the mother had hoped to use a ruse of her husband dying on their travels to gain acceptance into a small village. It had worked for a short while until one of the older men tried to court her, and her rejection immediately put her under suspicion. Only a few short days later, their new home was behind them, and they had even fewer belongings than what they had come with, unable to grab much in their haste.

The young girl stared at her mother a few moments longer until a gentle, calloused hand began to smooth out unruly brown hair and a small smile stretched on the older woman’s face. Just barely gracing the planet for 28 years, the woman looked much older in this moment. So tired and broken from the last 11 years of running and hiding, unable to give her daughter the life she deserved, all because of a “man” that had promised her everything and then disappeared. The girl wanted nothing more than to ease her mother’s worries, put a stop to the need to run, and escape certain death. With exhaustion pulling her closer to sleep, all she could do at the time was collapse into her mother’s lap and cuddle into the last bit of safety she would feel for many years.

~ PRESENT DAY ~

Green eyes cracked open at the sound of a knock on the bedroom door. Red light was peeking through curtains, unable to break through the darkness of the rest of the room.

“Madame C? We’ve got breakfast ready, and Miss Carmine’ll be here in an hour,” a gruff voice called through the door before footsteps could be heard pacing away from the door.

The woman In the bed stretched before sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes. Slowly rising from her bed, her feet softly padded over the wooden floors towards her small ensuite bathroom. After washing her face and getting dressed, she allowed herself to be enveloped in darkness, appearing to everyone as a shadow figure anywhere she went. The only visible part of her – green eyes and the short white gloves she wore so everyone could see her sign. The rest of her appearance she had found, after the first hundred years, was too close to her father’s for Hell.

Exiting her room, there stood a slightly buff hell hound watching the area around her door. He began to follow her to her office while speaking into an ear mic, “Madame C is on the move. Bring breakfast to the office.” Reaching the large double doors to her office, the first hell hound greeted another smaller, younger hell hound with a nod before they opened and shut the doors, allowing their boss through and positioning themselves on either side. Inside the office, the small shadow figure seemed to float to her desk, turning on a small light on her way and taking a seat in her chair with a sigh.

Not long later, a female hell hound came through the doors; dressed in leather and spikes, the only sign she was a secretary was the tray of food in one hand and a stack of files in another. The hell hound’s mouth turned up into a smirk seeing her boss slumped in her chair already. “C’mon boss lady, don’t tell me ya didn’t get any sleep? You got important shit to take care of today!”

Madame C gave a wry grin. When did she ever sleep well? She made a motion with her hand, waving off Nia’s question before signing to ask for the coffee on the breakfast tray. After setting the tray down and handing the coffee to her boss, Nia launched into a spiel about who had scheduled a meeting and why. Sipping her coffee, Madame C sat and listened to her assistant before a knock sounded on the office doors, signaling the start of another long day for the woman blanketed in shadows.

Hours later, Nia was absently scribbling in a notebook, bored out of her mind and not bothering to hide it. The meetings had ended 30 minutes ago; new contracts had been made, old ones were closed and paid out, and others would have to have bill collectors sent out to ensure clients paid their dues. Madame C sat back in her chair after signing checks for the hell hounds she employees, stretching her fingers out and rolling her shoulders to ease the ache that had settled in.

She looked at Nia with a small smile before tapping her desk to catch the young hell hound’s attention. Her white gloved hands began to move as soon as Nia looked up, *You should go. Beelzebub has a party tonight, right? Go.*

The female hell hound's head perked up, and her tail began to wag as she practically vibrated out of her seat. “Oh my Satan! Are you sure?! It’s supposed to be a big one tonight, so that’d be amazing if I could leave, like, now, but I totally understand if you need me! But, there’s also, like, this super hot guy that’s supposed to be there and I really want to shoot my shot, ya know? Ugh! He’s so fucking hot. I just-“

*Yes! Go! Please.* Hands moved quickly to cut the hell hound off. The green-eyed woman cut off Nia’s rambling, all but pushing her out of the office doors. Nia shouted a quick thank you, running off with the pile of envelopes leaving Madame C and the 2 hell hounds outside her office shaking their heads in amusement. The smaller demon looked between her 2 guards, signing that they should be heading home, too.

“You sure, ma’am?” One questioned.

“We don’t mind sticking around. Sinners are getting a bit braver with the next extermination coming up,” the other added.

*Go home, I could use the quiet. Plus, Carmilla left me a couple of new toys. I might enjoy a reason to test them!* White gloves signed as green eyes shone bright and sharp white teeth poked through a grin, accompanied with a short, silent laugh.

After sending the rest of her employees home, Madame C closed her office doors and collapsed onto a small couch to the side of the room, releasing a sigh. She had dreamt of that awful night again, the last time she had been able to hug her mother and feel her warmth. Her final moments of life before they came and cornered her and her mother. Before she was cast into hell and striped of her identity and voice. A gloved hand reached up to the center of her chest, where binding marks lay beneath her clothes.

One day, she’ll break the chains her father wrapped her in and show everyone just how evil he truly is.

Soon. Very soon. Were her last thoughts before she allowed sleep to claim her, hoping for no dreams to plague her tonight.

~I'm screaming inside. I hope ya'll like this at least a little. 🙏~

[callmecreative]

Team Trials- Chapter 6: Wind

Here it is! (Warnings: Blood, suggested torture)

Legend and Wind were tasked with finding the missing heroes. They had managed to stay together through the progressively narrower and darker hallways, but they had considered splitting up multiple times. The corridors seemed endless, and they had been in the cavern for hours before even getting a hint at the location of their brothers. 

Wind was following a faint blood trail, which he had followed up until that point. It grew more and more indistinct, unlike the shrill scream which pierced through the air, paralyzing Legend and Wind.

Wind started hyperventilating. He tried to break out of his frozen poze but only shivered weakly. Legend snapped out of it first. He grabbed Wind’s wrist and ran, dragging Wind along. He could hear shuffling at the end of the hallway, but he refused to look back.

They ran into the first dead-end of their entire search. Legend pulled out his lantern, and…

There was no one there. But if the source of the scream wasn’t a ReDead, then what was it?

They made their way back towards where the scream came from. Wind could hear his own racing heartbeat. He didn’t want to know what made the sound. As they took a turn, they began to be able to hear faint whispers.

“Twi, it’ll be alright… just hang on… please!”

Their slow pace picked up to a sprint, and they began to hear the sorrow and raw rage pick up in Sky’s tone. They knew he would never give up on Twilight, not even if it cost him his life. Legend grew pale as he listened to it, trembling at the thought of what he might find.

They passed a dim lantern and found Sky and Twilight. Sky was hunched over Twilight protectively, blood pooled around where they were sitting. They were barely recognizable. Sky heard their approach, and murmured,

“Take me this time. Question me. Leave him… please…”

Legend stared, horrified for a moment, then gained his composure to the best of his ability. Despite his attempt the hushed anger in his voice projected when he soothed,

“Sky, it’s us, Legend and Wind. We’re here to get you out. Who had the key?”

“They never let me see who had it… the only one who did was Twi.”

Sky turned his head and the duo saw the blood running down his forehead. 

“All I know is that they have steel-tipped boots for kicking and a ball and chain as a weapon.”

Legend glared. “Don’t worry. I’ll find them. Wind will stay with you.”

After Legend vanished down one of the corridors, Sky said, “Wind, you’re hyperventilating.”

“I’ll be fine, just a little scare while we were searching. This place kind of reminds me of a dungeon… it’s nothing.”

Sky reached out his hand, which looked terrible. His thumb was hanging loose and it was swollen. Wind hesitantly took it. 

“Just breathe. Legend will find the key. We will get out.”

Twilight shuddered, and Sky removed his bloodied sailcloth from his shoulders and wrapped it around Twilight. Wind, who was over his trauma, pulled a tiny little stone attached to a necklace from under his tunic.

“Time,” he spoke into the stone, “We found them. We need the others.”

Unless Legend came back soon, the resume mission would rely entirely upon the timely arrival of the rest of the Chain. 

All Wind could do was pray that they had that much time.

[oubliette-odette]

The Reluctance of Love Pt. 21

Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 Content Warnings: mention of mating, homophobia, fantasy racism. All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil.

This was my fault. I had let my guard down. 

My heart was pounding fast inside me, but it was no longer for the rush I felt being near Altan. No, I was feeling the thumping of my body fearing for my life, for Altan’s life.

I pulled Altan in front of me and put myself between him and the men “Run!” I pushed him ahead of me and he began to scramble forward.

I snapped the longest piece of the arrow that extended out the side of my leg and grunted at the jolt of pain, but I’d have to deal with the rest later. I kept running, forcing my body to suppress the pain. I glanced back and saw two of the three men were racing down the hill towards us, the third let loose another arrow. I heard its whistle and felt a sting as it sliced the side of my arm, barely missing me. I hissed, but I didn’t slow. I didn’t have time to linger on the pain. I was the son of Uluraat orcs, and we did not let pain stop us from protecting each other.

There was a roar in my ears as I kept just behind Altan. I glanced back and saw that all three were now in pursuit. They each had hoods concealing their faces as they sprinted towards us. We had an advantage, but if we slowed at all, they would gain on us. 

“Altan,” I called, “Hold tight.”

He looked back at me, his eyes wide as I suddenly swept him up and into my arms. His arms found my neck and he held on tight to me. We both knew I was faster than him, I could carry him as long as I needed to. To keep him safe. 

“What are you doing?” he yelled, “You’re injured!” 

My expression was grim as I met his eyes for only a flash, “I’ll live.”

He frowned, but said nothing. He looked back, “They’re not slowing down.”

“Neither will I.”

“How long can you keep this up?” His voice was shaking.

“As long as I have to.” I said. My words came out more like grunts as I tried to keep my breathing level. My body was pounding to a rhythm that I had long since forgotten. 

“Drun, your skin is burning.” Altan said.

“It’s good.” I grunted. Orcs' bodies were built for war, for hunting and survival and when our bodies were pushed to the extreme, there was a sudden rush that made our blood burn and our bodies be able to push through extreme injuries or exhaustion. It worked and felt similarly to lordhovid. I had not felt such sensations since I was much younger, and there was a part of me that missed the feeling of pushing my body to its limit. There was a roar in my ears that dimmed all sound except for the sound and feeling of my feet pounding into the earth, I could feel the soil break beneath me. My leg had an ever present throb that I couldn’t quite shake, but I was determined. I couldn’t slow down. I couldn’t. 

Altan clung to me, saying nothing, I could feel his own heart pounding against my chest. He watched with wide eyes ahead of us and then looked back and said, “We’re losing them I think.”

I didn’t respond and still I didn’t slow. My breath was coming out of my mouth in short, loud puffs and I clung to Altan, making sure he would never fall from my grip. I was fueling every part of me into running. Faster if I could. It didn’t matter how long it would take, but I would get Altan free. My arms were beginning to tire and my leg was starting to scream at me. I didn’t dare look down to see how much blood I was losing. I couldn’t care about that, not yet. At the speed I was running I was praying that I would ourselves reaching my father’s camp soon. I may have an advantage on our pursuers, but I also knew that my body wouldn’t keep this up forever. Eventually I would collapse.

“Drun.” Altan pulled himself up. I could sense fear in his voice and I looked back. I saw nobody there and even though I kept running, I began to slowly pull back. 

“Your leg.” He said, looking down. “Let me dress it.”

I shook my head, “No, it will be fine once we get to camp.”

“Drunrag.” Altan pushed. “I won’t accept you losing so much blood that you faint.”

I shook my head. “Not possible.” Orcs don’t faint, we die before that could ever happen.

He frowned and his face became grim. “Drunrag Uluraat, we are doing this together. Let. Me. Help. You.”

I read the determination in his expression. He would not accept no for an answer.

I slowed to a stop and I suddenly grimaced as the pain overwhelmed my senses. He kept his arms around my neck as he swung his legs free and hopped down to his feet. He reached for the bottom of my tunic, not even asking before ripping off the bottom portion. 

“There’s a lot of blood, the arrow has moved a lot.” he looked up after assessing what was left of the arrow sticking from my thigh. “I’ll do my best to control the bleeding, but I don’t think I can remove the arrow just yet” He started to wrap the cloth around my leg, keeping it tight just above the wound. 

“Thank you,” I said, then looked behind us, assessing our surroundings. “We probably don’t have much time.”

His eyes were narrowed and concentrated on the wound, he didn’t give any sign that he had heard me as he tightly knotted the bandage. 

“Tighter.” I said roughly, I wiped sweat from my brows and looked over my shoulder, my heart skipped a beat as I saw the distant shadowy shapes of our pursuers that hadn’t been there before.

“We have to get moving.”

“If you keep running, it could injure you more.” He protested.

“We can deal with that later.” I looked back again and then back to Altan. “Are you ready?”

He looked at my leg nervously before nodding and letting me lift him back into my arms.

I started to run, but immediately I realized our error for stopping. My body protested with every step and I felt as if the exhaustion from the last three days had caught up with me. I groaned as I felt the intense searing pain as I moved my leg again and again. The motion was suddenly near unbearable and I began to limp. 

“Drun.” Altan’s voice was distant in my head, I could only hear a shrill ringing. “Drun!”

I continued to run, to struggle onwards. Every orc warrior kept standing until their last breath, and I would do the same to make sure that Altan was safe. I met his eyes and we both knew I wasn’t as fast before, and that I was fading, but I had to keep going. It was our only chance. Stopping now would mean death.

“Drun,” Altan’s voice cut through again, he gripped my neck tighter. “They’re gaining on us.”

I turned around and realized that they were on horses now, with two additional riders with them. I felt the weight of what that meant.

There would be no escaping them. 

I slowed down, holding Altan close to me.  “Altan, promise me that whatever happens, you’ll keep running towards those hills until you find my father. Do you understand?”

He jerked in my arms and looked at me with a grim expression. “Drunrag. What are you saying?”

“Promise me.”

He shook his head. “No, we’re doing this together.”

“Altan.” I said, his name hurt on my lips, and I ached to swallow the emotion away from my voice. I set him down and grabbed his shoulders. “We are always together, but we also need to prepare for if something gets worse. I need to buy you some time.”

“But you’re injured.”

“They slowed us down on purpose, this is what they wanted. But I’m also the son of the greatest warrior I know.” I said. “I will fight, whatever it takes. For you. For us. If you can keep running and get to my father’s camp, they will bring reinforcements to help. We’re not far, but I have to make sure one of us gets a chance to get there.”

He shook his head. ‘I don’t like this. Drun, I don’t want to leave you.”

I lifted the vial from his neck and then placed my hand on his chest, above his heart. “We can find each other again. Do you trust me?”

His eyes softened and turned sad. “Drun, you’re saying this like something will go wrong.”

“It may,” My voice was sober as I set him down on the ground. “Do you trust me?”

He nodded, “I trust you. Always.”

I gave him a grim smile, “Then go. To the hills, follow the smell of the smoke and don’t look back.”

Altan’s eyes hardened to steel and he nodded. “I love you, I’ll come back for you.” 

I nodded. “Nod merad,” I cupped his face and leaned in, letting us both savor one last final kiss before I let him go. I felt that feeling of completion, of unification before I pushed him away and my voice cracked, “Go.”

There wasn’t time to say or do anything more. His eyes were on me a few moments longer, we both seemed to be trying to memorize all of our features in a matter of seconds, before he turned from me and began to run.

I looked back to the shadows of the riders ahead of us and I felt the cold reality of what I was doing. Orcs fought in packs, while I stood alone. These riders outnumbered me. They had arrows, weapons, horses - means to not only defend themselves, but also the means to kill me if they so chose. I was not loved by the Duke or his council, very likely they would not hesitate to kill me. I had nothing to defend myself. All that Commander Gideon had given me was a small dagger. It would be enough to throw at one target, but there would still be four more, and they likely wouldn’t hesitate to retaliate.

Perhaps the blood soaked soil of the Fields of the Dead would promise me victory. I breathed in deep and prayed to the orc-god for his blessing. His lust for blood was what kept the land fertile and safe for my people, he was always near to them when they stayed so near where war had been. I hoped I was still given the grace to be acknowledged by him.

I looked back over my shoulder one last time and I saw my beloved’s back becoming smaller and smaller as he ran towards the hills where my father would be. Please be good to him, I prayed. Please let him live.

I wondered if I would see him again. Or if I had already said goodbye to him. I remembered how it had only been a few hours ago today.  I remembered what had told me, “If I am lucky, I would have all of you.”  Was today all I could ever give him? I wanted to give him so much more. I would give him everything I had if I had the chance then.

I heard the pounding of the hooves and turned back, I slipped the dagger free from its sheath on my belt and I held my stance.

My eyes focused on the riders and as they came closer, I began to catch details of them that I had not been able to see before. One of them had their hood flown back, revealing their shaved head and glowing red eyes. My heart faltered as I recognized what this meant with their bright red garb. 

I was familiar with this guild of hunters, though I had never encountered them before. The Red Hunters: a shadowy group of mercenaries that lurked in shadows all across Faerun, that could be convinced to hunt down anyone or anything for a bit of coin. Their methods were uncommonly violent and their work was renowned for their special brand of cruelty. They were trained killers, but they were also trained in other arts: tracking what is supposed to be untraceable, killing what is unkillable, torturing what should be unbreakable. They all shared the common features of the red of their eyes - a malformation from a drug they consumed to heighten their senses - and shaved heads. 

I didn’t know how the Duke was able to pay such a high fee when I knew of his debts. And I also didn’t know what that meant for my fate. Was I to die by their hand? Or be taken somewhere much worse?

Gruumsh, hear me, I am unworthy of your blessing, but I ask it all the same.

Let me live so that I may see him again.

Let me live.

The party of riders slowed and approached me. They each pulled back their heads and I saw that they all also wore masks that concealed all but their red, burning eyes. 

“Orc.” One of them called, their voice biting.

I did not answer, only returning with a glowering stare.

“Where is the young lord?” The same one asked.

I did not answer again. 

The one who spoke turned to the one to their left and in a different language made some sharp command. The one who received the orders began to urge their horse forward, and it was then that I loosened my grip on the knife and let the weight of its hilt swing until my fingers caught hold of it by the blade. My eyes locked on the rider’s neck that was moving towards me and I let the knife fly, watching the blade sink right where I aimed. The rider gurgled before they slid off the saddle and fell to the ground, either dead or dying. 

“You will go no further.” I shouted, my voice came out as more a roar than a yell. I did not care that I might have appeared more beast than man at that moment. I wanted them to know I would die before they got their hands on my mate.

“Orc.” The first speaker called. “You will not repeat such an act of violence. You have made your talent apparent, now listen carefully. You will not live if you act out again, and then who will protect your lover then?”

“What are your demands?” I seethed where I stood. They would use Altan against me, they knew it would work. I had never possessed such a weakness as strong and obvious as him before and I was too desperate to sacrifice him. 

“You will come with us. There is a Duke who would like to see you. Alive, unfortunately. But I’m not afraid to kill you all the same if you do not obey me.” The leader urged his steed forward and they approached me until they were stopped only a few feet from me. 

As I stood, my eyes just above their horses' glassy eyes and I only had to look up a bit to meet the eyes of the leader. 

“You will not hurt him?” I asked.

They shrugged, “We’ll see. Will you go willingly?”

I tried to read their eyes, but those red, hollow eyes expressed nothing but contempt and apathy. There would be no gambling with these people. I bowed my head. 

 The leader turned back and called out to the other three riders. I watched in mute horror as two of them burst into a gallop towards the hills, pulling the crossbows from their hips. 

“No!” I yelled. I somehow knew they would not respect my desire and lunged out to stop them, but I felt something lodge into my thigh - my good one - and I faltered and landed on my knees. 

The two riders who were left circled me and the leader scoffed at me. “Pathetic. I thought orcs were a little more impressive than…this. You’re a bit of a disappointment, aren’t you?”

I felt another painful sharpness in my leg and I looked down to see that two crossbow bolts were now lodged just above my knee on my right knee. It took everything in me to hold back the groans of pain, I clenched my jaw and I sat up, my knees were shaking beneath me. 

“What made you think we would actually honor any request you made?” They asked.

“Idiot” The other chuckled. 

I glared at each of them, my hands were fists at my side. I had nothing to fight back. I was grounded by two wounds that kept me from running. What was next?

“Cuff him.” The leader said darkly. 

The other retrieved chains from their pack and my eyes flashed with horror as I recognized cuffs for my feet, my hands, and a collar for my neck. 

They were going to chain me like an animal. 

I started to flail as the rider dismounted and approached me with the chains. I wouldn’t be treated so disrespectfully. I may not be the perfect orc I was supposed to be, but I understood my honor, my pride. I would not accept this. The last thing I remembered was the shrill scream of their mount as it rose to its hind legs and then feeling a hard, painful collision to the back of my head. 

Altan. I thought as darkness claimed me. I’m so sorry.

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[willtheweaver]

Oc questionnaire

Achievement unlocked: Double tag! @illarian-rambling and @the-ellia-west have tagged me. Twice the questions, twice the fun, twice the trouble(?)

My questions are:

1. What is your favorite type of weather?

2. Who was the last person you told a secret to?

3. Have you ever broken a bone before?

4. How do they deal with grief?

5. What is their best memory?

6. What makes them cry?

I’ll be using the MC and their adopted family from A Feather in the Forest

(As [spoilers] happens between the prologue and main story I am assuming none of the characters are in the same room/ asking them at different times.)

Warning: Mild spoilers ahead

1. What is your favorite type of weather?

Fen: I enjoy spring weather. Specifically, cool mornings when the mist is about to clear, and the sun gently kisses one’s skin.

Sorrel: My favorite weather is clear skies and cool days, specifically at the start of autumn.

Caine: The balmy summer rains have always been a favorite of mine. Not a thunderstorm, but a gentle shower that soothes the mind.

2. Who was the last person you told a secret to?

Fen: Playa. She thought I had lost my mind when I told her I loved to eat the spiciest peppers I could find.

Sorrel: My husband Caine. It was after finding Fen. The Thá made it clear that keeping the only way to keep Fen safe was to keep his identity a secret. The only one I could reveal the secret to was Caine.

Caine: Sorrel. We were hunting partners for several years. I wanted to propose, but I felt too nervous. Then I become First Hunter for the village, and my father was trying to get me married to a weaver from Hallis. One night I just blurted out everything to Sorrel. Confesses my love for her. Well, two weeks after that we were married.

3. Have you ever broken a bone before?

Fen: I was told that I broke my leg when I was two. I don’t remember much about it, only that I had to spend several weeks learning how to walk again.

Sorrel: The last time I broke a bone was during my assessment. Lost my footing, and ended up breaking my left arm. Fortunately, Caine was able to get it secured. Had to stay home until it mended. Only after I got the use of my arm back did I find out I did well enough to become a hunter.

Caine: I have not broken a bone. However, I knew quite a few foxes (both family members and friends) who did break bones, and as a necessity, I became good at setting breaks. I’m sure Sorrel told you how I mended her arm after the assessment. Guess that was the start of things, for we eventually married.

4. How do they deal with grief?

Fen: I go off to be by myself. Sit beside the stream, go up to the Proving Glade. If I’m in my house, I wind up the music box and listen to it.

Sorrel: I like to go over to the Hall of the Elders. Opal-Thá is like a mother to me. Always listening, and ready to comfort me if I am feeling down.

Caine: I pray beside the Giudestones. Sometimes I go to Nightoak Deep and sit inside the Mound of Night.

5. What is their best memory?

Fen: Befriending Playa. She was the first friend of mine.

Sorrel: It was when Caine proposed. I was always fond of him, but I didn’t think I could say the words. So when he did… well, I hugged him out of nowhere. He nearly died off fright.

Caine: When Sorrel came back with Fen. After having to step down after losing my leg, and learning that we could never have children… I was in a dark place. Crow or not, raising Fen gave me a purpose again.

6. What makes them cry?

Fen: Losing my mother. It was neither fast nor painless. I felt so powerless. When the end did come, I saw the fire in my father’s eyes die.

Sorrel: Leaving Fen and Caine. I know my end is near. The sickness is in my blood. I worry that they won’t be able to cope. Especially Fen. He’s only a child, and a child should not lose a parent at such a young age.

Caine: Sorrel’s death. After losing a leg, I felt like I lost everything. Sorrel was there for me, and under her care, some of my former confidence returned. Now I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t think I have what it takes to be a single father.

Tagging @gottestod-writes @theeccentricraven @smudged-red-ink @mk-writes-stuff @splashinkling @athenswrites @little-peril-stories and open tag for all to find. No pressure.

Your questions are:

1. Do you like the company of others?

2. What do you like to do in your down time?

3. Do you believe in ghosts or the supernatural?