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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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Not the Only One (Fantasy AU)- Pt2

Dragon Kirishima x Dragon Reader

Context: After freeing you from dragon hunters, you and Kirishima grow closer and he finally decides that it's time to make you his.

Warning: SMUT! AFAB reader, fingering (f receiving), breeding kink, language, FLUFF

Your eyes opened slowly as you adjusted to your surroundings. You slowly lifted your head up from the bed of soft pelts and furs you were sleeping on. A heavy fur blanket was over you. You looked around as you sat up slowly. You were in a large tent that was currently unoccupied other than you. It had many things around it, you were in a more secluded side of the tent, angled away from everything.

You were going to go and investigate when something drew your attention away. Entering the tent was Kirishima. He held two bowls in hand. The large male dragon shifter rolled his shoulders as he walked. He had to bend his head to get inside due to the horns that sat on his head. He moved deeper into the tent when his eyes strayed over to you. His figure perked up once he saw you awake. He smiled broadly. “Hey!” He moved towards you slowly.

You were going to back away from him but then you halted your movements. You remembered him. The dragon male that saved you. Kirishima stopped in his tracks. By reading your movements and your facial expression, he could tell you were still hesitant, and he couldn't blame you. He bent down, his pupils expanding slowly as he moved closer towards you. He walked slowly, crouching down to your level. You watched him carefully. You could tell that he meant no harm at all to you. He handed you a bowl with a spoon carefully into your hands. You sat up properly and looked down at the bowl. It was soup, still very warm by the steam that rose from it.

Kirishima carefully sat down outside the array of soft material that made his bed that you were currently sleeping in, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. You had slept through the whole day and with it finally being dinner, he was glad you woke up on your own so that you could eat something.

He crossed his legs as he watched you sniff at the bowl. He chuckled. He let out a gruff to catch your attention. He took the spoon in his hand, showing you what to do. He took a scoop and lifted it to his mouth. He motioned for you to try. You followed what he did, lifting the hot substance to your lips and not caring for the temperature. Dragons preferred their food burning anyways. You ate it and your eyes grew at the taste of cooked seasoned food. You started to viciously eat the soup. Not caring about how messy you were eating.

Kirishima laughed. “I’m glad you like it. The cooks would be glad to find someone who likes their cooking so much.” He ate alongside you, not as excited as you however but he was always hungry. “I guess you haven’t been in your human form for a long time, huh…” He spoke as he spectated you. Most of your body was still wrapped in fur blankets as to hide your naked form underneath. Kirishima looked down at his bowl. “I can remember a time where I was just like you.” He voiced out, not entirely meaning to tell you a story. He wasn’t even sure if you could understand the language he was speaking in but he kept talking anyways. Unbeknownst to him, you had slowed down your practical inhalation of food to listen to him. “I was being hunted in my hybrid form. Hunters had been tracking me for days and I was practically on death’s door. That’s when the king found me, and he saved me. He helped me get back to my full strength even when I could barely communicate with him, still trying to regain my speech back. I owe him my life.” He looked up to find you leaned forward, listening to his story intently. Your eyes locked onto his form as you listened as best as you could. His eyes widened. He pointed a finger towards himself. “Can you understand me?” He asked.

For a moment you didn’t give him an answer but then you slowly nodded your head. You pointed a finger towards him. “Ei… Eiji… Eijiro.” You tried to pronounce his name. It was a bit slurred, but it was undoubtedly his.

Kirishima’s eyes lit up at that. He moved closer to you. He nodded his head. “Yes!” He exclaimed. He gave you a happy dragon chuft to communicate to you on a deeper level. “Yes, that’s me.” He put down his bowl and took your free hand. He placed it against his chest, where his heart was. He didn’t get cold fast so his opened sleeveless denim jacket suited him just fine. You could feel his beating heart under your palm. His chest ran hot under your hands, the thick warm skin of a dragon. You could almost feel the flames that resided in his heart. He stared down at you intently, pupils wide. “Eijiro. Eijiro Kirishima.”

You looked up at him, searching his eyes. Their warm and expansive colour of a deep ruby red, more magenta than that of blood made you almost feel the pure strength and unhindered flames that he carried. You pulled your hand, but just when he thought you were going to return it back to your lap, you snatched his hand that was previously holding yours. You pulled his big hand closer to you roughly, making him bend slightly to get closer to you. You moved the blankets a bit on your chest and placed his hand right over your own heart. You stared at him with the same big-eyed stare he gave you. “Y/N.” You stuttered out your name. You tried pressing his hand closer. “Y/N.” You reiterated for him.

“T-that’s… that’s your name? Y/N?” He asked shocked. Even though he had told you his name before, you had sort of passed out before he could ask you yours.

You nodded your head adamantly. “Y/N.”

Kirishima let out a breathy laugh in disbelief. He took the bowl out of your hand making you frown. Before you could growl at him in anger, you were tackled back down onto your back. You let out a surprised yelp at the affection. Kirishima nuzzled your neck, a dragon purr moving through his body. The action made you laugh at how ticklish it was, as the soft locks of his hair brushed against your skin. He held your body close to his, overwhelmed with excitement and joy. Once he was satisfied, he looked down at you with those bright red eyes of his. You looked up at him with a tilt of your head. You understood his affection and excitement. You rubbed your nose against his, reciprocating. Kirishima was stunned for a moment, he scoffed but his smile broadened. “My beautiful draikana.” He rumbled out of his chest. “We’re together now. It’s me and you. Y/N and Eijiro.”

Kirishima was safely enamoured by you. Everything you did, everything about you, had him grinning like a lovesick idiot and looking at you with hearts in his eyes. Once you had found your barring, Kirishima introduced you to the Bakusquad. They were all very excited to meet you, especially Mina who had some dragon blood in her too, she wasn’t a full blood like you and Kirishima but enough for you to recognise her as one of you.

Bakugou found the two of you like two excited puppies. Just when he thought he had to look after one, now there were two of you. But with the way Kirishima was so happy, Bakugou couldn’t dislike you even if he wanted to. Besides it was like training Kirishima all over again. They had to teach you how to speak again, how not to attack the chickens whenever they passed by you (Kirishima once placed a chick in his mouth whole, Bakugou had to wrench the poor baby chicken out of his jaws). Also, how to interact with people and not just sniff at them. It was a rather fun experience for the Bakusquad again.

What really made Bakugou approve of you was when Deku was visiting the Barbarian camp and you lit Deku’s cape on fire when you sneezed. The demigod was thoroughly freaked out for a second, but you all quickly helped him to get the fire off his cape. Albeit you setting his cape on fire was accidental, but Bakugou wouldn’t stop boasting about it. It made Kirishima glad that his best friend took a liking to you too.

After a few short months, you easily found your own place in the tribe of barbarians. You often stayed in their camp while the squad went out on their missions with Bakugou and other warriors. You didn’t like all the fighting and just wanted to enjoy life now in peace. Kirishima was, although he didn’t want to admit it, extremely glad for that. He had just found you and he didn’t want to put you in anymore danger.

The two of you were as close as any couple there, although you weren’t actually a couple just yet. You were patiently waiting for the redhead to start courting you. You had given him all the signs that you were interested in him. All the tale-old draikana signs to show a drake that you were willing to court. You gave brought kills for him (much to some of the non-barbarians in the tribe’s horror but Kirishima was in awe of your hunting skills), you stuck close to him, rubbing your scent on him whenever he left or commenting on how nice of a home he has and how nice it was for him to let you stay. You did everything you could remember and everything your instincts told of you, but the thick-headed himbo drake that Kirishima was…

he didn’t know how to reciprocate it.

“I’m hopeless!” Kirishima exclaimed as he dropped his head onto the table. The squad was all at Bakugou’s place (much to the blond’s distaste). Kirishima wallowed in sadness an upset whine going through him.

Sero sat next to him and rubbed his friend’s back in sympathy. “It’s okay man, how about you just talk to her?” He suggested.

Mina shook her head. “Nah, he can’t do that.” She sat near the fire, leaned back in her chair. Her hands joined supporting her behind her head. “Dragons court in a specific manner. She could find it rather offensive if he doesn’t court her properly.” She pointed out. Kirishima grumbled as he slumped deeper into his hole of despair. “Worst part is mating season is coming up.” She pointed out. “She might be more sensitive to courting manners right now.”

Bakugou groaned. “Don’t remind me.” He brought his hands over his eyes with a sigh. “My dragon is going to be out of commission for a whole two weeks!” He pointed out annoyed. Barbarians, even though being extremely close to dragonkin, didn’t have enough fire in their hearts and blood in their veins to be considered dragons. However, most of barbarians if not all of them, praised and worshiped the dragons and their sovereignty over man and all beasts. Bakugou, however, was always a bit… different compared to his kind. Having ‘tamed’ Kirishima, the last one of the dragonkin known before there was you. Bakugou sat back up straight with a glare. “Fuck it. Eijiro, stop sulking!” He pointed to the redhead. Kirishima raised his head, his big candy apple eyes looking at the blond with a sad puppy dog look. “Go get that draikana the prettiest gem in your hoard, and court her, before I cut your damn fucking tail off!”

“Yah Eij!” Denki chirped in supportively. Denki threw his arm over his bulky part reptilian friend. “Who’s the man?” He asked.

Kirishima looked over at the electric blond. “I’m the man?” He asked still sounding sad.

“Yes, you are!” Denki affirmed. “What are you going to do?”

“Get a gem.”

“Then what?”

“Court her?”

“Yes! Then what?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re going to fuck her into next week Tuesday, that’s what!”

“KATSUKI!” Everyone shouted at the vulgar blond.

Mina shook her head in dismay at the blond. “Barbarians.” She rolled her eyes.

“What?” Bakugou looked at them all confused on what he had said wrong. “It works with barbarian women.”

Denki opened his mouth to object but he couldn’t find the other blond male to be wrong. He shrugged. “He’s got a point.” Denki said. Denki placed his hands on Kirishima’s shoulders and shook him gently. “Now wipe that sad look off your face and go get your draikana! How hard can courting a dragon be?” Kirishima, Mina and Bakugou looked at him with a raised eyebrow each.

“Eijiro.” You giggled. “Where are we going?” You asked him.

Kirishima had your eyes covered with his big hands as he led you away from the village. The two of you walked through the forestry moving up the landscape. You wondered where he was taking you and why, but he wouldn’t budge, no matter how much begging and bargaining you did. He shook his head, despite knowing you couldn’t see it. “We’re almost there, darling. Just wait a few more moments.” He told you. You frowned at still being withheld information but complied.

To say that Kirishima was nervous would be an understatement. He was so scared that what he had for you wouldn’t be enough, that maybe you would hate it but as soon as those thoughts entered his head, he made them disappear. He couldn’t think that way. He knew you and if he knew anything about you, it was that you liked him too.

Or at least that’s what he hoped.

Finally, the two of you stopped at the designated location he had. He moved his hands off your eyes, but you still had them closed. He temporarily let go of you to stand in front of you. “Okay... Now... Open.” You opened your eyes.

Your eyes widened in wonder at the place you were in. You were in a cave, the deepest part of it, by the looks of it but it wasn’t just any cave. It was a dragon’s den. You felt the feeling of nostalgia and memories flood you. Memories of being a hatchling and being in a den similar to this one, your hoard living together in the safety of a den, always returning to it. Warm bodies piled onto one another with expansive wings protecting you and all the younger ones.

Tears sprung to your eyes unintentionally as you looked around. There was a warm fire near the huge expansive area of soft pillows blankets furs and more. Close to the back was a pile of treasure, all shiny and glinting from the fire. Although what really struck you were the walls. The walls were marked with drakonic words only you would understand as more than just scratches. Stories of your people and all their expansive glory put on the walls. Drawings of dragons high in the sky with fires so hot they could melt mountains and tales of a time were baby dragons trampled and ran on the earth carefreely with no worry nor fear of danger. You were stunned speechless. In your eyes, it was the most beautiful thing you could see.

When you were finally ready, you looked to Kirishima. He had a soft smile on his face, his hands joined together as he fiddled with his fingers. “Do you like it?” He asked.

Did you like it?

You found that to be a stupid question. You scoffed in disbelief. You nodded your head as you wiped the tears from your eyes. “Of course, I like it.” You told him honestly. Kirishima dropped his shoulders in relief. “But,” You sniffed as you looked around. “Who lives here?” You asked. You couldn’t smell anyone other than Kirishima. You didn’t want to be trespassing on others dens and territories.

“Well, I was hoping...” Kirishima walked closer to you, he gently took your wrist into his big palm. He pulled out a beautiful sparkling ruby bracelet, making you gasp in surprise. He slipped it carefully around your wrist. Smaller clear jewels surrounding each red stone. Your eyes widened at how shiny it was. “I was hoping that you would live here with me.” Kirishima continued. He tilted your head to look up at him. “You have become my everything Y/N, and I couldn’t think of ever living my life without you by my side. You came into my life by unexpected chance and lit me up from the inside.” He professed to you, his words holding raw emotion and truth in everything he was saying. “I feel as though I am not just living for myself anymore. So... What I’m trying to ask is... will you be mine?” He asked softly, his eyes showing vulnerability to you as he awaited your response.

You smiled up at him, your heart filled with love and adoration for the handsome drake in front of you. From the tips of his red horns to the end of his toes. You placed your hand on his cheek tenderly. “I was, am and forever will be yours, Kirishima Eijiro.” You tell him, your voice coming out quieter than you wanted it to. You stretched up towards his face, pulling him down, your eyes went to his lips. “Now and forever.”

The kiss was soft and tender. It made your thoughts halt and your body start to hum. Kirishima couldn’t think now that he had you up against him. He didn’t want to. Then when his mind finally caught up with his body, you were lowering yourself away from him. Your eyes fluttering open as you stared up at him wanting.

His red soft ruby eyes went dark in desire for you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his warm body. His fingers digging into your skin in want. Both your hearts thumped loudly against one another. His head dipped down to your neck, his lips against a tender spot for you. You gripped onto him tighter, hoping, praying he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. “May I...” He breathlessly whispered. “May we...”

You nodded your head with a breathless, “Yes.”

Not needing anything more, Kirishima once again pulled you to kiss him again, now filled with passion and need. His hands on you turned harsh and possessive as they held onto you. He needed you, wanted you, had to have you, in every way. You melted into his hold letting him take the lead as he held onto you. Your bodies trying to get impossibly closer to one another. You released a whine from the back of your throat, wanting more. Kirishima chuckled in a reply.

He led the two of you down into the soft blankets and pillows. Your body on top of his. You backed away from his lips needing air. Your body was starting to feel hot and your rationality and thoughts slipping away from you. Instinctively you straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips. Your body was moving on its own according, moving out of instinct and what felt good. What felt right. Kirishima’s large hands took purchase on your hips, moving your hips down against him. The moment you felt the pressure you gasped. You both hissed at the friction but craving more. He brought his mouth to your neck and started to suck and lick, leaving marks.

There was something driving you that you couldn’t expresses. A deep and innate desire to be close to him. One with him. Something more primal and animalistic than you could ever truly understand in the moment and heat of it all. Heat. That’s what you were feeling. The bubbling burning fire of hope and the need to mate that was thriving inside of you. You had never felt it this intense out of mating season.

Your hands threaded through his bright crimson hair, being careful of his horns, earning a groan from the male as he held your hips tighter. Your hips ground down against him, craving more friction and pressure. You tightened your thighs around him. A whine escaped you as you tried to focus on moving your hips faster. Fire coursed through your veins as you keened, trying to bring him closer to you. His skin against yours burned and yet gave you solace like no other.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you ground against him, your sex aching. You were already wet for him, dripping for him. You wanted him so badly. You whined. “Eijiro.” You brought your head to the crook of his neck, your lips brushing against sensitive scales. It wasn’t enough. You needed more. “I need you. Please.” You begged.

In a fluid motion, Kirishima had you on your stomach. You gasped as you were brought to present before him. Your ass up in the air and your chest down in the soft blankets. You turned your head back to look at him. The dragon was on his knees behind you. He tore at your bottoms finding them annoying and in his way. Finally, he could see your aching and twitching sex in all its glory. He hadn’t done anything truly and yet here you were already waiting for him.

Kirishima growled, his pupils expanding more. You could see him start to lose rationality and give way to the beast that was chained behind his eyes. “Wet.” He stuck a finger inside of you causing you to squeal at the sudden intrusion. You gripped the blankets under you and braced yourself. His thick finger moved in and out of you, slowly but surely.

You tensed at the feeling but soon relaxed. Relief washed over your body slightly at the feeling of finally having something inside you. It calmed your racing heart for now, and made you mewl in delight. You moaned as you arched your back some more for him to ease his finger into you. He let out a chuft in approval of your actions.

With that he added another finger. He had to make sure you would be able to take him. He didn’t want to hurt you after all, and yet, there was something so forbidden and primal about him wanting to just shove his beastly cock into your entrance. To feel you stretch and forcefully accommodate him in your insides. He knew you were made to take dragon cock, that much was certain, but yet he selfishly wanted to break you on his own. Adding a third finger he focused on the squelching of your sex and the slick dribbling down your thighs.

Oh he would take care of you so nicely. He would hold you so close to him and care for you in everyway possible. Your every need, want and desire would be fulfilled as much as he could satiate them. The two of you were made for each other. You were for each other. And just for such an honour, for such an honour that you have given him for being his mate, Kirishima wants to worship you. Worship your mind, body and soul. Touch you in such a way that together, your hearts would sync and he would hold you like no one will ever hold you.

“Eijiro.” You let out with a mewl. Your pupils blown out in lust and half lidded with desire. His fingers, although caused you an immense amount of pleasure, they weren’t enough. You needed more. You needed so much more. You needed his cock inside you. That’s what you needed. You whined as you tried pushing back against him to get his fingers deeper inside you. “Take me. Breed me. Make me yours.” You begged him as you wiggled your ass to tempt him. The pressure at the bottom of your abdomen becoming too much to bare anymore. It was so uncomfortable, you could almost cry.

He chuckled at your lack of patience. “My draikana can’t wait, it seems.” He teased as he slowly took off his own clothing. “I can’t leave her unsatisfied, can I?” He grinned, his eyes seeming to grow darker by the second.

You nodded your head. You shrug off your own shirt leaving you both naked.

Kirishima flipped you over so that he could properly look at you. He was simply in awe. Everything about you, every roll, voluptuous, flat, or soft part of you, all for him to see. You looked up at him bashfully, with a soft smile on your face. He smiled as he ran his fingers up your thighs and pushed them up so that you could hold them for him. His large hands dug into your flesh and muscle instantly making you release a breath at the tension he dispelled from your legs. You let out a soft whine. His warm body made of warm muscle and glowing sturdy scales caged you under him. He placed a soft kiss to your lips, placing his forehead against yours.

“We’re going to become one, my darling. You and I.” He spoke softly to you.

You nodded your head. You brought one hand to rest at the back of his head to keep him close towards you. You purred at the affection. “Y/N and Eijiro.”

His face broke into a smile. “Y/N and Eijiro.”

With that, you felt the head of his fat cock push against your folds. You tensed slightly but soon relaxed knowing it best. You held him tighter as Kirishima slowly sank down into you making the two of you groan. Your thighs tensing as you greedily accepted him into you. Your head thrown back as you cried out at the stretch. Everything felt so warm yet so right. His thick cock pushing and bullying his way into you, slowly dissipating that aching feeling you had.

Kirishima finally was fully inside you and you released a sigh at the feeling. The beautiful and overwhelming feeling of you having and holding onto him. Kirishima bit down on his bottom lip as he groaned at the wonderful feeling of your walls pulsating and greedily squeezing his cock. You felt so good to him. Perfect for him. It was no surprise to him at all and yet he felt as though he couldn’t even dream of such a feeling. He kept a hand down in the blankets under you and the other holding your hips. With a growl, he shifted out of you, the whites of his eyes turned black.

He moved his hips back before pushing back into you. You moaned gripping some of his red hair at the base of his neck. You whined for more as he slowly moved in and out of you. You were overwhelmed by him. Every sense and every spec of attention, you wanted to give to him and only him. As much as Kirishima wanted to enjoy every second inside of you, he lost way to the dragon inside him. A dragon who finally had a draikana in his arms and would not waste a second at not breeding her. His pace increased making you cry out at the sudden battering feeling of him.

Kirishima let out growls and groans. His pace became merciless as he pounded inside you with need. You cried out your nails scrapping down his back. “Fuck! Eijiro!” You cried out only spurring his movements. His grip on your hip was bruising and unforgiving. He was like an animal in rut, insatiable and consumed by that innate hunger to breed you. You felt the tension in your abdomen start to build. Your legs tightening around him as you felt your oncoming release. “Eijiro! Eijiro! I’m gonna-”

“Cum.” He growled out, and your orgasm wrecked through you. It was harsh and intense, your body stuttering and squeezing him hard.

You arched your back, squeezing your eyes shut as you cried out to the heavens. You held your breath at the comforting warm feeling that spread throughout your body. You finally felt your lungs get air again after the intense mind-numbing feeling. Your body started to jolt and shiver as you realized that the drake over you hadn’t slowed down or stopped in the slightest. You whined but continued to hold him close. His cock head bullied your cervix, making you cry out in overstimulation.

“Eijiro! Inside. Inside, please.” You begged out with tears.

The moans coming from the man above you were like heaven to your ears. His hips snapping to meet yours, his grip on you and on the furs underneath you were harsh and almost tearing. His hair falling at either side of his head as he focused on his own pent-up release. His thrusts became less rhythmic and more desperate. Sweat dripped of his body and gleaming scales of a hungry beast. His mouth gleamed with saliva as he growled down at you. “Mine, all mine. I’m going to breed you so fucking good.” He growled out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” With one last harsh thrust and his body shuddered as he released inside you. A loud rumble coming from him as he finally had you underneath him, hot copious amounts of cum inside you that only he could give you.

You both stayed put, not wanting to separate in the slightest. You threaded your hands through his hair with a hum. You then noticed that through it all he had conjured his wings. They wrapped around the two of you gently, keeping you safe under him. You chuckled at the sweet gesture. You hummed. “Eijiro.” You whispered. He let out a grunt showing that he was listening. His mind still felt cloudy, and his body still set on keeping you on his cock. “We’re mates.” You said with a happy tone.

That took his attention. He lifted his head to look down at you. You were positively glowing with sweat glinting off of you and a smile on your face. You looked up at him like he gave you everything. He smiled softly and sweetly. He nodded. “We are.” He put a hand to your cheek. You leaned against it and smiled. His sweet candy apple eyes locked onto you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him in this whole world. Which was true. You were. “We are mates till the great fires of the world spread and consume the world and even after that.”

“After that?”

He nodded. “Even after that.” He placed his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears came to his eyes as he felt emotional. “I’m not alone anymore.”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around him. You felt yourself become emotional too. You placed a kiss to his head. “Not anymore.”

-Glitch1d

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The Cove

Seth Clearwater x GN Siren!Reader {1.6k+}

Requested - @siriusblacksgf

Summary: Seth defies his Alpha's orders and decides to take a trip to the side of the forest he has never visited, only to be met with a place he never knew existed.

WARNINGS: TWILIGHT AU // MYTHICAL CREATURES // NOT PROOF READ.

Deep, down inside Forks Washington was a forest few had ever seen, there lived two clans apart of the supernatural world. The shifters and Vampires had lived opposite each other for quite sometime now, only a river stream separating them. They knew the other existed but what they didn't know, was somewhere deeper and darker into the forest was a cove, it was magical yet some would also describe it as melancholic, like the air was poisoned with the utmost poignancy. Within that cove, was icy water that looked like it went down into the deepest, darkest abyss. One fateful soul was crazy enough to be enticed by the lack of knowledge he had of this part of Forks, so on a fateful Tuesday night, Seth had strayed away from his pack; Sam howled out to the young wolf hoping he would respond and make his way back to the rest of the shifters but his call was never answered.

Seth Clearwater, the youngest of Harry Clearwater's two children, had come up with the bright idea of walking along the treaty line to the edge of the forest, he was always warned by Paul and Sam to never ever cross pass this specific area - there's something out there that hunts our kind - was something Sam kept telling the young boy, trying to get it into his head but of course - Seth needed to see for himself. Every step he took, dead branches from the once lively trees had crunched under his shoes The young boy was scared, of course he was but he kept reminding himself that he was one of few that possessed the gift of shapeshifting into a big ass wolf. The further he ventured, the more the temperature started to drop but that wasn't the issue, the fog had appeared out of nowhere; a thick layer had covered the ground beneath his feet, absorbing everything in its wake - including Seth's legs.

The rustling of leaves and broken twigs crunching had stirred the creature awake, they had been laying on a ledge beside the water. Their fin now swishing from side to side in the pool below, the mist rising above now sitting just atop the water, batting droplets around the small cove. The creature had pushed themself back into the inlet, their body now covered by the murky air around. The trees whispered all around, gossiping to their fellows about the unwanted guest in their midst. The creature was on high alert, they knew of the other supernatural beings that resided within the gloomy town; they had even befriend some of those that lived within her area of the forest - they were mostly just imps that had inhabited the trees high above and one of the last Kelpie's that were still around, they protected Forks forest and the people who lived peacefully in the small rainy state.

The smell of oak wood and wet logs had filled the air around the cove, he was near. Out of instinct, the fish like creature had honed in on their powers and started singing - it was hauntingly beautiful. Seth had heard the quiet melody not too far from his spot near a creek. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end, the wolf within him on high alert but all his wolfy instincts went out the window when the singing started to get louder - his whole body feeling like it was no longer in his control, his feet having a mind of their own as they took slow steps towards a cave like system in the distance. Seth had followed the creek all the way to the secluded cove, the atmosphere growing more eerie with every step he took. As the singing grew louder, the sky had darkened - trees thrashed around with the heavy winds, a storm was incoming but that wasn't what was unusual, the wailing in the distance was the issue; the sound itself was distorted; like something out of an old horror movie. The wailing had come to a stop when Seth had come face to face with a black horse like creature stood outside the opening of the cove, it's mane was soaked with water; small pieces of moss and tree bark were littered across it's body in a form of camouflage, it was nothing Seth had ever seen.

The black horse had let out a low whine, a signal to whoever was near to let them know the trespasser was found. Ripples in the creek below had formed, something was in the water and Seth was sure he was about to meet his end. Everything in the forest had stilled, the once full of life woods had died down and become silent - enough to hear a pin drop. The young shapeshifter still had his eyes trained on the horse in front of him, it's eyes narrowed at the young boy's figure - a snarl evident on it's face. Before either supernatural could do anything, a body had surfaced from under the murky water. A black fin with yellow and purple flecks had swept under the poor boys feet causing him to fall to the ground. Seth was now eye level with the water creature, they were ethereal to say the least. Their hair was long and wet, skin pale with a blue tint but what caught Seth's eye was their hands - the creature had webbed finger with long pointy nails as black as onyx. "Holy shit.. it's a mermaid. Oh my god it's a freaking mermaid." The young wolf stared at the water person in awe, his eyes blown with wonderment. The creature hissed at him, small razor like teeth gleaming under the moonlight. "I. Am. Not. A. Mermaid." Their voice was velvety, almost intoxicating.

Seth had flinched at the creatures words, he never meant to insult them, he was merely just curious as to how these beings lived in the same forest as him. Seth had squeaked out a tiny "sorry", fearful if he spoke any louder he would offend them even more. The creature glided through the water, closing the distance between the pair. Their long pale arms now crossed and lay upon the edge of the creek, their chin laying gently on the supple flesh. "I'm sorry... I just hate how everyone sees me as a mermaid and not what I really am. I'm Y/n and I'm a siren." Y/n's voice was more cautious now, scared they would make the boy run off. "Why are you here? This is not a place for those outside of the supernatural realm to be, you should go home it's not safe." Seth cocked his head to the side, completely forgetting he wasn't in his wolf form. The boy stood up and took a few deep breaths, focusing on the beating of his heart and then he just shifted. A sandy coloured wolf now stood on all fours in front of the siren, it was now their turn to stare in awe - their eyes wide as a smile grew on their face. "You're a shapeshifter... of course you are, I've seen many just like you." The siren lifted their hand in an attempt to touch the soft fur of the wolf but the shifter had backed away every so slightly.

The siren didn't mind the young wolf's hesitation, they understood how terrifying it was for them to meet another supernatural for the first time. But the black horse, who Seth found out was a Kelpie and was named Oslo, had other feelings about the boy. He didn't particularly like him, not because he was a shifter - no, it was because he had caught the siren's attention. Oslo hated not having Y/n's attention all to himself, he loathed anyone that even looked the siren's way. So, the wise Kelpie had gotten up close to Seth; their snouts barely touching, and then Oslo had attacked him; it had all happened in seconds. The siren had screamed in horror, tears brimming the edges of their eyes as they stared at her new found mystical friend and her protector trying to sink their teeth into one another. The siren had shouted for Oslo to stop but he had ignored all of their protests, and instead decided to use the trick up his sleeve. Now, you may be think - what could Oslo do that would surprise Seth? Well, Kelpie's are known to be water creatures who can shapeshift into any form they desire but they also possess the ability to manipulate water.

So, Oslo being extremely cunning, he had shifted into a water spirit. Y/n knew that trying to manipulate the elements would ultimately turn into something very, very bad. The siren had devised a plan to help Seth to the best of their abilities, so they screamed as loud as they could. Siren's are known to have powerful voices, they could seduce anyone they wanted but what no one knew was Siren's could harm Kelpie's by just using their voice. The scream that erupted out of the siren had caused Oslo to shift back into his natural form, his body now crumpled to the ground withering in pain. "You do not hurt him, we are the protectors of everything supernatural. Your jealousy does not give you the right to hurt one of our own." Malice had dripped from every word spoken, it sent a shiver down Seth's spine without a warning. The siren turned to the shifter, an apologetic smile on their face "I'm sorry on his behalf." They said, pointing to the Kelpie still curled up on the floor "It's best if you go home, your pack must be worried about you." Seth could only nod his head - he didn't want to go just yet, there was still so much to see and learn about this part of the forest but most importantly, he wanted to know Y/n better.

If only the young wolf could actually verbalise his thoughts.

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I was scrolling through and you spoke about an evil arc (like Nogitsune from Teen Wolf). I am so hyped (even though it would come up way later). Can you give some spoilers?

Here ya go, Nonnie! Hope you enjoy! An extra little treat this week since I left this week's episode on a cliffhanger ;)

SEASON FOUR TEASER!!! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, mentions of torture

Word Count: 704

After the woman Sam had over before Dean and Bobby showed up left, Dean glared at him, arms crossed. “So tell me, what'd it cost?”

Sam grinned. “The girl? I don't pay, Dean.”

Dean remained stern. “That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?”

“You think I made a deal?” Sam scoffed.

Bobby chimed in harshly, “That's exactly what we think.”

“Well, I didn’t.”

Dean’s gaze hardened further. “Don't lie to me.”

“I’m not lying!”

The older brother advanced on Sam. “So, what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this.”

Sam stood to face his brother. “Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, alright?”

“There’s no other way this could’ve gone down,” Dean roared, grabbing Sam’s shirt. “Now tell the truth!”

Sam broke out of Dean’s grip. “I tried everything! That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, alright? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, alright? Dean, I'm sorry.”

Noticing Sam was growing quite emotional, Dean finally let off. “It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you.”

“Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that Sam's soul remains intact,” Bobby said, “but it does raise a sticky question.”

“If he didn't pull me out, then what did?” A horrible realization crossed Dean’s mind. “It must’ve been (Y/N). Dammit! Where is she?!” He turned and ran a hand through his hair.

“Dean…” Bobby trailed off, “I haven’t seen her in months.”

He turned back to Bobby quite shocked. “What?”

“Me, neither,” replied Sam. “She… uh, she hasn’t returned any of my calls, either.” Dean looked to Bobby frantically, and Bobby shook his head. “Sorry, kid. I wish I knew where to tell ya to start lookin’. Nobody’s seen her.”

“So… So she could be dead for all we know,” Dean worried.

Sam nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry, Dean.”

***

But you weren’t dead, you were very much alive; physically, anyway. Dean figured that out a few days later when he was watching the news.

“Authorities are searching for this woman—” a grainy image of you wearing a wig, a hood, and jeans appeared on screen, and he supposed it’d been caught on CCTV, “—whose identity is unknown, but she has been potentially connected to at least seven murders over the past four months; all of well-respected, family-oriented men across multiple state lines. She is considered to be armed and dangerous, and if you have any information, please call—”

Dean’s mind ran a mile a minute. His anxiety raced at the idea that you may be possessed or possibly even turned while he was in Hell. “Sammy!” Dean called from Bobby’s couch.

Sam appeared moments later and looked at the television in front of his brother. “Holy crap,” he breathed out.

“Yeah, man, this is bad,” Dean stood and ran a hand through his hair while he paced, “whatever’s wearin’ her face is gettin’ her in a ton of trouble. We gotta—”

“Wait, Dean, slow down,” Sam said. “She has the tattoo. There’s nothing gettin’ in her.” “Yeah, well, maybe something scratched it off,” Dean continued. “Maybe a shapeshifter got a hold of her—”

“Or maybe that’s just (Y/N),” Bobby stated, causing the two boys to turn to him.

“What?” they asked in unison.

“A demon wouldn’t be concerned about hiding (Y/N)’s identity, and a shifter wouldn’t keep one meat suit for that long,” Bobby continued. “Boys, I think that’s just her.”

***

You whistled along to the Bernadette Caroll record playing in the corner of the cabin, and turned around at the sound of rustling and moaning coming from behind you. The man behind you lolled his head to the side and shifted painfully.

“Thought I lost you there for a bit,” you cooed, approaching the restrained man. You put the end of your knife under his chin and tipped it up so his eyes were on yours. “Are you gonna start playing nicely, or what?”

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The Months I Loved You

Quinn Quinn Quinn Quinn. This man has me by the chokehold along with Blake. And now that the theory of Quinn being Darlin’s ex is fully and without any sign of doubt confirmed, I wanna write about their toxic relationship. So have the product of my two angst brain cells rubbing together!

CW: manipulation, depictions of a toxic and abusive relationship, depictions of self punishment through actions of another (Darlin “punishing” themselves with Quinn’s fangs), Quinn because he's his own warning, cursing, mdni because of mild sexual context, not full timeline compliance (some events might not match up chronological wise for purposes of the story.), mild depictions of violent acts against side character (Darlin’s friend that Quinn harmed), Not proofread

Summary: Twelve months of memories released, except the honeymoon period wore off really quickly. Too bad the trap had been sprung.

Redacted Masterlist

Present Day

They knew it wouldn't be easy, standing on the other side of the one-way glass as Quinn didn't hesitate in spilling their deeper secrets. They could see the outrage flickering on Sam's face. They could practically feel it in that mating bond that connected their core to his own. Just like they could feel the concerned glances their alpha was sending them. Thankfully, David didn't speak, didn't acknowledge any of what Quinn said. It was embarrassing enough. And to think, they had thought they were in love with... that.

Back before they wore the term of endearment Sam had gifted them like a proud name. Back when they just went by Tank and distanced themselves from the pack that cared so strongly about them but hadn't known how to connect. It had been easier just to ignore that connection. To pretend it didn't exist.

January

The cold air had been what pushed Tank to enter that seedy bar. They ran warm like most of their fellow wolf shifters, but the leather jacket they wore didn't do much to protect against the biting chill of a Dahlia winter. It took their eyes a moment to adjust to the dimmer lighting, having been used to the streetlight's glare off of the snow outside. They shuddered, hands still tucked deeply into their pockets.

Wasn't there something about liquor warming up the body? So what of it was only seven forty in the evening and they had yet to eat something? The sun had dipped below the horizon, so it could be late enough to drink. They would just square up with whoever tried to judge them anyways. Tank kicked their snow littered boots against the side of the wall and went towards the bar counter, movements lithe despite the chilling ache in their bones.

They ordered glass after glass, letting their thoughts grow fuzzier with each new order. They could feel their phone buzz with a text. Probably from their friend. But their friend was having her boyfriend over, and Tank didn't want to subject themselves to that... again. And so they ignored it and continued on their path that would end with a vicious hangover.

"Well, don't you paint the sunny disposition?" A smooth accented voice murmured next to them. They felt his aura before they actually turned their gaze to him. Vampire.

"Fuck. Off." They grumbled, waving a dismissive hand towards him. He smirked at it, but made no move to leave. Whatever. They returned their focus to their drink, face beginning to feel warm from the growing intoxication.

"You should slow down. Alcohol poisoning is such a pathetic way to die." The vampire continued. Why was he still here, bothering them?

"Don't you have someone to bury your fangs into, vamp?" They snapped, voice cold and still dismissive. They really didn't want to deal with someone who was just going to pretend to understand them. Gabe was a great alpha, no one could or would deny that, but he didn't understand Tank. Not really. Although it might be a stretch to say that they understood themselves.

"Mm." The vampire hummed and licked his lips. It didn't faze them as they continued to level a dead-eyed stare at the stranger. "Not in the present moment, no. But I'm sure I'll find someone before the night is up. Are you offering?" He said, and his voice dropped to an alluring purr. Tank contemplated dumping the contents of their drink over his head.

"No." They answered, their tone not changing. He shrugged and leaned his forearms against the bar counter. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal hints of a few scars. If those were there, they either happened before his turning or had been bad enough that a vamps' natural healing abilities didn't do anything to fix all the damage. Tank sighed and turned their gaze to the drink that sat in front of them.

"What's your name?" The vampire asked. They glanced at him, remaining stubbornly silent. His smirk pulled wider at that. "Well, my name is Quinn. And I'll just call you Precious, since your attitude certainly is." Quinn decided. They rolled their eyes. A far cry from the nickname they went by. Maybe that was for the best though. Being Tank obviously wasn't any more positive than being called Precious for a night.

"Do let me know if you change your mind on letting me bite you. You seem delicious, Precious." He added and they snorted.

February

"Well isn't this romantic?" Quinn said as his tongue traced the indents his teeth had left on the skin of their inner thigh. Blood stained his lips and some drops were on the sheets below their naked body. His sheets were red though, so it's not as if it mattered. Probably for this exact purpose. Quinn's fingers continued to move inside of them, coaxing soft gasps from the shifter.

"Letting me bite you on Valentines day. Did you drag it out so long to make it all special? Just string me along on the promise of your veins, Precious?" Quinn continued, silver eyes watching them from his place between their legs. Tank's grip tightened on the sheets, jaw clenched. Quinn chuckled and licked another lazy stripe along their thigh.

"No matter. I'll be sure to enjoy now that you've allowed me to taste you." He continued. His fangs piercing the skin on their other thigh, pulling a soft moan from them. The ache was quickly turned into pleasure, added only by the way his fingers pressed and moved against them. They made a quiet whimper and Quinn's gaze dragged up to their face, dark interest flashing in his eyes.

"Use your words. I haven't tranced you, so I know you can. Be a good little thrall and speak what you want." He purred and one of his fingers pressed on a spot that made their vision go tunnel focused.

"Fuck me... please. Fuck me while you bite my leg." They whispered. Quinn smirked and shifted so their legs could rest over his shoulders. His eyes looked down at them, drinking in the intoxicating sight of such a proud werewolf begging something like that from him.

"You know I'd do that for you. You can ask me to do all the dark depraved little fantasies in that cute head of yours. The fantasies you don't share with anyone because of shame. I'll do every last one. You don't need to feel that shame, not with me." He purred before removing his fingers from them. They could feel him teasing that entrance with his length.

"Please." They whimpered and he pulled a moan from them as he bottomed out. No shame with him, no judgement from him. Something new, but something needed.

March

"Four leaf clovers?" Quinn asked as Tank pulled on their jeans, covering the littered scars and fresh bite marks on their skin. His home was the only place they felt comfortable with it being visible. It was one of the reasons that they had adamantly refused to go to the pack pool party.

"Yeah." They affirmed, glancing back at him. He still lounged on his bed, exposed in all his nude glory. He was casually licking any blood residue from his teeth and lips.

"They don't actually bring any luck. They haven't for the many and many of years I've been... somewhat alive, Precious." He hummed. They shrugged and tugged their shirt on.

"It's just a silly little family tradition. I wanted to continue it, even if my folks went back up to Washington." They murmured, rubbing the nape of their neck. Quinn watched them for a long moment before sitting up and moving toward them. His hands found their waist and he tugged them closer to him.

"It sounds worthless. You could do something useful instead. I can promise it will be far more worthwhile." He said, nuzzling their stomach. They looked down at him, thinking about it. Then they sighed. He was right, it was silly and useless. The luck gotten from the four leaf clovers when Tank was able to find one hadn't helped them thus far.

"Alright then." They answered. He grinned at them, fingers playing with their belt loop.

"Wonderful." He said, his accented voice taking on that silken purr again. The one that sent butterflies to their stomach and heat pooling low in their gut.

They ignored the phone calls that Gabe, David, and Asher sent them when the pack cookout came around for the first day of spring. Quinn had insisted there were far more important thing for them to do than go to some silly cookout where gossip would be exchanged and judgmental eyes would be turned onto Tank for not being around lately. It was just easier to continue avoiding all the social things. Besides, if it was truly important, Gabe would have called their friend to get in touch with Tank. As far as the pack knew, they were still residing with said friend instead of moving in with Quinn.

April

Tank stared at the rain that pattered against the window as Quinn scrolled mindlessly on his phone. The rain prevented Tank from going outside for now, while the sun in addition to the rain stopped Quinn.

"It truly is a marvel that humans evolved technology enough that I can hold what was similar to a rocket ship in my hands to do my bidding." Quinn muttered. Tank glanced at him, raising a brow.

"Damn you're old." They said in response. Quinn grinned playfully at them, fangs on full display. They turned fully towards him, arms crossed over their chest.

"Perhaps. But that doesn't make you any better. You're fucking this old man after all. Where's your dignity?" He teased back. They frowned a little. That hit a bit too close to home. They waved a hand, not wanting him to see the effect. They were just being sensitive, he was only teasing.

"You're immortal and permanently stuck at..." They realized that they had no clue how old he was when he was turned. He didn't talk about it much and Tank never asked. "So don't make it sound weird." They finished. Quinn snickered and returned his gaze back to his phone. They stood up.

"I'm gonna go for a run." They announced. Quinn waved a hand in dismissive acknowledgement and they left the home, making sure not to let too much sunlight leak through.

Tank didn't mind the wet dog smell that came from shifting and running through the rain. But nonetheless, they just walked, unshifted, towards their friend's apartment, the rain soaking into their hair. Luckily the leather jacket kept them from getting too wet. They probably should have brought their phone, if it was charged. It wasn't though. It hadn't been all week. A small frown tugged at their lips again.

It was odd. Every time they went to go charge it, Quinn needed help with something or other. They would have thought he was trying to keep them from charging their phone, but sometimes he wouldn't even be in the room. They were probably just being paranoid.

They didn't get to knock before they heard two familiar voices through the door to the apartment. Their friend's and the gruff low voice of David. What the hell was he doing here?

"Well when did you last see them?" David was asking. It didn't take a genius to know who he was talking about. Tank lowered their knuckles from where they had been poised to knock, eyes narrowing. Their friend's voice was quieter, and not just from the intimidation that David fucking Shaw - although he might argue that being a buffer and acting as his middle name - demanded with his presence. But their friend sounded worried. Why were they worried?

"Since the end of February and beginning of March." She answered. That wasn't too bad.

"You haven't seen Tank for a month and a half?" David clarified. Well when he worded it like that of course it sounded bad! "You didn't tell the pack?" He added. Tank assumed their friend had nodded in confirmation. A long pause before a mumbled answer that they had to strain to hear.

"I have a general idea of where they are." Another pause. "They mentioned meeting someone. They're probably with him." They could hear David release a sigh.

"And where would that be?" David prompted. Then he groaned. "They didn't tell you an actual location. Because of course not. And every call immediately goes to voicemail, text left on delivered." He continued. They shifted slightly. How many missed calls and unread texts awaited them once they charged their phone? They should probably remedy this... Tank knocked.

The door was opened mere moments later, revealing the relieved expression of their friend and the fairly annoyed one of David. Their own face was set into a scowl.

"I need to get some stuff." They grunted. Their friend stepped to the side and they walked in, the door closing behind them. They paused slightly as they locked eyes with David, but neither wolf shifter said a word.

"I'm going to go make something to drink. You look cold, Tank." The unempowered human said before skittering off towards the kitchen. Privacy for David to scold them about things he had no business in. Wonderful.

"Where the fuck have you been?" David started. They could feel their own irritation rising and crossed their arms over their chest. They glanced down at themselves, paranoia making them check to see that their legs were, in fact, covered. The jeans covered the bites like always and they returned their attention to the beta of their pack.

"It's none of your business." They said back cooly. They could see a muscle flutter in his jaw as he stared them down. They didn't back down, as defiant as ever.

"You're part of the pack, it is my business." He answered in retort. Ah yes, because being part of the pack made them lose every sense of privacy. This was why Quinn said packs and clans were unhealthy, and why he preferred to just be on his own.

"No. It's not. My private life is my own. I'm not going to spill every little detail of it to you." They growled out. Their friend deemed it time to reenter the room. Tank felt a little bad for her, having to balance being Tank's friend but David also being beta. It was a line that could grow very thin at times. They silently handed a mug of hot chocolate to Tank and offered a coffee to David. He took it, if only to be polite.

"No one has heard from you for weeks, Tank. No one has seen you either. We're all w-" Tank cut him off, not wanting to hear the rest of the sentence.

"Either expect that I'm fine, or read my obituary in the newspaper." They snapped at him. David's face hardened and his lips pressed together. He was displeased, but Tank didn't care. Let him be displeased at a boundary being set. One that the pack would probably try to step over. "Just go away, David. Tell Gabe that I'm fine and let's leave it at that." They added. David stared hard at them before turning to their friend. He handed the mug of coffee back.

"I should get going, but thank you." He said, sounding sincere. Tank didn't show any sign of farewell as he left, closing the door gently behind him. Their friend waited a couple heartbeats before looking at Tank. Tank frowned at the pity and frustration that they saw there.

"Everyone has good reason to worry. You just kind of dropped off." She said quietly. The sugary sweet taste of the hot chocolate turned bitter on their tongue and the frown deepened.

"It's none of any of their business. Besides, I'm hardly close enough for them to worry about me. Not that there's any reason to. Quinn is nice." Tank responded quietly. Their friend sighed and looked down into the coffee, waiting a bit before speaking up again.

"Just... send a text or call every now and then? I get worried too, Tank." She said. Tank nodded non-committedly. It seemed to be enough for their friend, because they weren't pushed on the subject further.

May

April showers brings May flowers was either full of shit or Quinn liked to commit mass genocide on the floral population in front of his home. Tank lifted their gaze from the yard filled with pitiful patches of green grass and only stubborn dandelions and clovers. They couldn’t help but think of Gabe’s house with the lush verdant grass, and the scent of flowers that would start to be filling the air. Or the honeysuckle that the departed pack matriarch had favored. But it was fitting that death would linger in a place where the undead resided. Well... sort of undead. Vampires were in that odd in between stage of dead and alive. Not dead, but not alive. It was better to not think too much about it.

“Normal partners go out on dates you know.” They muttered, pointedly ignoring Quinn from where he fed on a human’s neck. He had insisted it was only to get some blood in his system when the jealous gleam had entered Tank’s eyes. Although he had seemed awfully happy to watch the shifter squirm with discomfort and jealousy. The human he fed from kept moaning softly, it seemed like it was more than just feeding...

“You’re hardly normal Precious.” He reminded, teeth biting back into the human. Tank tried to ignore the pleasured gasp that the action elicited.

“Neither are you.” They snapped at him. He liked to remind them a lot, that their abnormality was safe with him. That they didn’t need to shield it from him like they did from the rest of the world. That he would accept the depraved parts of their urges, their temper more than anyone else would. He made a quiet hum, continuing to take a few more gulps before finally stopping. A tap to the human’s lower back had her moving off of his lap - why she needed to be there Tank didn’t want to know - and he stood up, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

“True. But that’s part of why we work together so nicely. Our broken parts don’t scare each other.” He purred, moving towards them. He tipped their chin back and leaned down, brushing his lips against their own. They could taste the blood on him and it almost made them recoil. A part of them went cold at his words though. Broken. That was another thing that Quinn liked to point out. That they were so drawn to him because he was broken like they were. Otherwise why else would they be with him? He was a constant reminder that they wouldn’t be accepted anywhere else, and a consistent acceptance of even the parts Tank didn’t accept yet. It was bittersweet.

“But if you would like to go on a date, I can do that for you. Just let me get cleaned up some.” He added, pressing another chaste kiss to their lips before walking from the room and heading to the room he shared with them. They settled a glare on the human he had fed from. She looked back at them.

“What?” She asked, sounding uncomfortable. Tank forced more ferocity into the look and watched as she shifted slightly, adjusted her clothes. Good.

“Why do you even do that?” They asked coldly. Why did they have to watch as Quinn fed from someone else? Why did it make them feel like they weren’t useful or enough for him? She stood up, shrugging.

“It pays well.” She muttered. Quinn returned a few moments later in a fresh shirt and hair carefully styled. He handed her some cash and didn’t even look at her as she left. Tank did though. Tank watched her saunter out, as if she had fulfilled some purpose to the world. That cold feeling washed over them like stepping into an ice bath. Purpose. It had given her a purpose. But what was Tank’s? Were they just floundering around in the world, useless and without direction? Burdensome?

“Shall we, Precious?” Quinn asked, offering them his hand and a crooked grin.

June

The pack was doing something for pride month, and Gabe had reached out to request Tank’s presence. They stared down at the text as they sat on the bed, body bared as Quinn trailed kisses and nips down their spine.

“What is it? You’ve gone all tense and it’s not because of me.” He sounded slightly upset, but Tank ignored it. They continued to stare at the text from their pack alpha.

“I got invited to a pack thing again.” They had ignored the Memorial day celebration the pack had hosted as well, simply leaving Milo’s texted invitation on read. Should they go to this one? Quinn let out a groan.

“Your pack is always pestering you, Precious. Besides, they’re far too different from you to understand the real you like I do. Just stay here with me where there isn’t that harsh judgement.” He said as he wrapped an arm around their waist. They frowned, fingers picking at the edge of their phone case. He was right. The pack didn’t understand them, but... Gabe had seemed sincere when he said he wanted them there. At their continued silence he straightened up, taking a hold of their jaw to turn their face towards him. His silver eyes read their convoluted expression and he frowned.

“Listen to me, Precious. Your pack might pretend to mean well, but they don’t. They don’t actually care about you. I care about you. Not them, just me. You don’t want to lose that, right? The one person who actually cares about you?” He said, his voice deceptively gentle and sweet. They stared at him before they gave a small shake of his head. Distant alarm bells rang in their mind, but they ignored that too as Quinn pressed a kiss to their lips and then continued speaking. “Then stay here and just avoid all the conflict. Besides, showing up now after so many months would just put a bigger strain on interacting.” He murmured, hand rubbing soothing circles on their bare back. Tank gave a small nod.

David called them a week later, and they answered half asleep with Quinn next to them.

“Hello?” They mumbled into the receiver, voice heavy with sleep. David’s sharp tone had them pressing their face into the pillow with annoyance.

“There are so many things I want to say to you, Tank.” He snapped. They pulled the phone away from their ear, David’s voice growing quieter the more distance they put between it. Quinn cracked open one silver eye after a few moments. He held out a hand in offer, but they shook their head. After waiting a few more moments, they put the phone back to their ear. “-noon!” He finished saying.

“I’m going back to sleep, David.” They mumbled into the phone, not bothering to pretend to respond to whatever the fuck he had been saying. The sigh he released had them pausing, spine stiffening. He sounded so exhausted. David Shaw did not let himself sound exhausted. Not to people who weren’t Asher or Milo. Although even then that was iffy nowadays.

“Please, Tank. Just come around once. Despite what you might think, we do miss you.” They blinked as David said the words slowly. Clearly as if he knew that they would try to think their way out of believing the words genuine. They pressed their lips together, eyes glancing at Quinn. He had closed his eye again, but his hand was still held out, the offer continuing. It was him offering to save them from this interaction. His words rang in their skull.

“No.” They say firmly before hanging up the phone. They tossed the device onto the floor and curled up in the blankets.

July

“You can’t just push everyone away!” Their friend said as she followed after Tank while the shifter gathered up the rest of their belongings to bring to the home they now shared fully with Quinn. Tank sent a glare at their friend, but the unempowered human didn’t back down, standing in the doorway with arms crossed.

“I’m not.” They replied sharply. They watched their friend snort, the position growing more defensive in the doorway. Tank adjusted the bag higher up on their shoulder.

“You are. You look different Tank. Less healthy. I don’t know what you and Quinn are doing, but it doesn’t seem like it’s good for you. Everytime I see you, I grow more worried for you.” Guilt punctured Tank at her words. Guilt for making her worry, guilt for even being able to cause worry. Tank rubbed a hand subconsciously against their thigh beneath the dark jeans. “David says he hasn’t even seen you since you two crossed paths last April. That was months ago, Tank.”

The mention of David had Tank prickling with annoyance. They gently pushed past their friend, moving towards the door.

“I have my reasons for avoiding the pack, alright? And I’m fine. Quinn is fine too.” They said. They didn’t look back as they left the apartment, shoulders tensed. The guilt and annoyance had started to dig sharp metaphorical claws into their stomach, making it clench painfully. They swallowed and rubbed a hand on their thigh again. Then they pulled out their phone, sending a text to Quinn.

‘I need a distraction. Are you thirsty?’

‘Always, Precious.’

August

Tank glared at the pair of mates that were leaning against their truck. Milo, to his credit, didn’t look nervous under the cold irritation under their gaze. Why was this pack so stubborn?! They moved their gaze over to Milo’s mate.

“What?” Tank asked sharply, hand gripping the bag that held a six pack within it. Milo glanced at his mate before looking at Tank.

“Have... you lost weight?” Milo asked. The way he sounded as his accented voice spoke pointed towards the same conclusion their friend had reached last month. They had gone to the doctor finally after several texts from her begging them to, a week ago. Turns out they were anemic. They had gone home and immediately asked Quinn to feed from them. The light-headedness kept them from remembering how the members of the pack were starting to text them less and less and how their friend only sounded more and more concerned.

They didn’t answer Milo, still leveling an icy glare at him and his mate.

“The pack is throwing a barbecue before the younger shifters start school back up this fall. We wanted to invite you in person, Tank.” Stealth, since that was all that Tank knew them by, said. Their voice tended to always remain quiet. It was as if they were always trying to avoid detection subconsciously.

“No.” Tank said firmly, waiting for the pair to move so they could go back home. Milo glanced at his mate again, and it was almost like they were silently communicating. Tank knew they weren’t, that wasn’t how mating bonds worked after all, but it was still unnerving. More unnerving that Tank knew they couldn’t do that with Quinn. They might not ever. They didn’t want to think about what that might mean.

“Please, Tank.” Milo said, but Tank was already shaking their head. They moved towards their truck, baring their teeth at Milo and Stealth.

“I said no. Now move the fuck out of my way.” They snapped. The two complied after a few heartbeats of hesitation. Tank didn’t glance back as they drove away. More guilt pricked their heart and they tightened their grip on the steering wheel. Why couldn’t the pack just leave them alone? Forget they existed? Why did the pack have to pretend to care so much? It just made their heart hurt and then they went back to Quinn’s fangs to try to make themselves forget.

They weren’t sure when it happened, the burn before the pleasure was starting to last longer and longer. They also weren’t sure when they started to enjoy the way it hurt them more than how it made them feel good. It was different from seeking out pain in a masochistic way. No... this felt heavier somehow. Darker.

September

The phone dropped from their hand, eyes wide. Quinn lifted his head from where he sat on the couch. Gabe... he was dead. Horror filled their expression, even as grief cracked something deep within them. They immediately moved towards the door, hand grabbing their leather jacket and shrugging it on. The chill of fall had been affecting them more than usual lately. Quinn told them not to worry about it and just bring their jacket with them.

“Where are you going?” Quinn called out, silver eyes tracking every movement that Tank made.

“To the pack.” They answered, shoving their feet into their boots. Quinn was standing up in an instant, next to them and gripping their shoulders, straightening them up from where they had been bending down to tie their shoes.

“Why?” He asked quickly, his voice growing colder from the bored disinterest of earlier. They stared at him a moment, blinking quickly.

“Gabe died. Hit and run. The pack needs... I need to be there. To say goodbye.” They had left all his texts on read or delivered these past few months. They had never gotten to say goodbye to him. That guilt cracked something else in them and they swallowed around the lump in their throat. Quinn shook his head.

“No.” He said, grip tightening on their shoulders. Tank’s expression turned incredulous.

“Quinn, let go of me. I’m going to pay my respects.” They said, their voice firmer and unrelenting. Quinn gave them an odd look, as if doubting that they really meant it. As if he couldn’t comprehend why they would even care. “Why are you looking at me like that?” They snapped at him, emotions too raw to try to rein back their slowly rising temper.

“It’s been almost nine months. Why do you still care about that stupid pack of yours?” He asked, his voice rough, as his grip started to send sparks of pain through their pain receptors. “I’ve given everything you wanted me to, Precious. You wanted a place to stay while your friend had her boyfriend over, I gave it to you. You wanted me to bite you and feed into those twisted fantasies in your head, I did. You wanted someone to accept the broken sick you that you hide from everyone so determinately. I did. So why are you being selfish and trying to leave me for a pack that has never done anything for you?” He snapped at them.

Tank went still. Very still, their eyes staring at him. At the twisted obsession that gleamed in his silver eyes. Had that always been here? They shoved him away from them.

“Chase me into the sun and drag me back then.” They snarled at him, throwing open the door. The vampire backed away from the sunlight that spilled into the dim room from the door, glaring at them. Tank slammed the door shut behind them.

October

Things were different after that day. Quinn brought more people home to feed from, glaring at Tank the entire time while he did. He still followed through with the requests Tank would whisper to him in the dark of night and privacy of their bedroom. The sex that they both partook in with each other had changed too. Instead of just heated, there were tints of resentment and guilt and shame instead. He would leave their body trembling in ecstasy, but after the high came down Tank felt filthy and unwanted. Even with the bruising bites on their skin. Still only where they could easily hide it.

“What shall we do for Halloween, Precious?” Even the way he said the term of endearment had changed. He practically spat it at them like he wanted it to hurt them. Tank was miserable with him, they realized with a start. But... who else would accept the broken parts of him? Who else wouldn’t curl their lip in disgust at the actions that made arousal cloud their veins?

Tank had no idea if the pack was doing anything for Halloween. David was alpha now, Asher being named his beta. They had showed up for that pack meeting, staying close to the wall. They had been the last to enter and first to leave. They felt bad for Asher though. He had gotten glares when David had appointed him to the position. Especially from fucking Christian. Tank had almost snapped at him. But they felt so tired.

“I don’t care.” They muttered, turning their back to Quinn as they lay on the bed. Quinn wrapped an arm around them and they tensed.

“You could let me bite your neck. Since I did get to bite you for the first time on our first Valentines Day together.” He purred into the back of their neck. They closed their eyes against the dizzy feeling that washed over them. The only times they really asked Quinn to bite them anymore that wasn’t in a sexual context was when guilt or anger made their blood feel more like thick sludge. He had aptly started calling it their ‘self punishment cycles’. They couldn’t refute the claim.

“No.” They mumbled into the pillow. Quinn lingered before sighing and pulled away from them.

“Fine.” He grumbled, leaving the room. The door closed behind him, leaving them washed in the dark. They knew they shouldn’t be in this... but... there was no one else for them. Maybe they deserved this for pushing people away like their friend had warned them against.

Quinn came back that night with a dazed manic grin on his face. Blood had covered the lower half of his face, staining his shirt. Tank stared at him from the doorway, fingers clutching the door.

“What happened?” They demanded. Quinn turned his silver gaze to them and his grin turned into a bloody smirk.

“I fed.” He answered with a shrug. That was more than just ‘feeding’. The blood hadn’t just dribbled onto his shirt, but sprayed. Parts of his hair was even crusted with dried blood.

“What happened?” They demanded again, voice firmer. He moved towards them and leaned in close enough that the coppery scent of blood filled their senses. He glared at him, pressing a hand against the wall next to their head.

“I was thirsty and you weren’t offering any meal. So I went out. And I fed. Seems you’re stronger than you realize, Precious. They didn’t last very long. Rather boring actually, but I suppose it’s just more proof that your my favorite. Just... offer me a meal next time and hopefully some random stranger won’t have to sate all my thirst in one sitting.” He hummed before pressing a kiss to their cheek and moving towards the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he went. Tank stayed where they were standing before wiping away the bloody mark his lips had left on their face slowly.

November

It turned out that no matter what Tank did, Quinn was always still hungry. And more often than not, he returned home looking similar to the way that he had that night last month. And with each passing day, it became more clear of what Tank needed to do. That twisted obsessive gleam that had been in his eyes when they had left to pay their respects to Gabe flashed through their mind. They would need to get some shit together before they could even attempt to leave Quinn. Let alone report him to the Department. Until then, they would keep gathering more information for the report.

“Are you sure that it’s completely safe, Tank? I don’t want you getting hurt...” Their friend said as she jogged alongside Tank. They were trying to get back the muscle mass that they had lost over the last several months.

“It’ll be safe as long as it’s me doing it. I need to keep you and the pack out of it fully. Which is why I need you not to tell David or anyone. I’m only telling you so you can give a testimony if I end up dead.” Tank answered, relaxing into the feeling of the sun beating down on their neck. She still looked unconvinced but nodded nonetheless. Tank pushed down the guilt on their face and focused on the burn of their muscles.

Tank kept a tally of how many nights Quinn returned looking blood-crazed. Or coming out of a blood-craze anyway. It was easy to remember for multiple reasons.

“Thanksgiving is coming up, Precious.” Quinn said, nuzzling against their neck. Tank pushed him off of them.

“I’m not going to be your thanksgiving meal, Quinn.” They said quietly. Quinn sighed and pressed a kiss to where their shoulder met their neck.

“Not even a nibble?” He hummed. Tank shook their head and he let go of them, walking towards the door. They felt a tinge of guilt but pushed it down. Another tally, another mark against him in the eyes of the Department. This would come to an end and quickly.

December

He had been furious. Tank didn’t know how he had found out.

“The fucking Department?!” He shouted at them. They dodged the plate that was sent hurtling towards their head. They needed to get out of this house. Right now. Quinn stalked towards them, murder written in his silver eyes. Tank’s hands gripped the file that held the evidence that they had collected against him close to their chest. For the first time, they were genuinely scared of Quinn. Of what he might do to them. He held out his hand. “Give. It.” He said, his voice low. Tank took a step back, shaking their head.

“No.” They said. Quinn, normally so composed even while bloodsoaked, seemed to snap. He lunged at them, hands gripping onto the file. It only took mere moments before it had turned into an all out fight for the report and evidence. Tank only got away by shifting and running off into the night, several papers missing that Quinn was now shredding. His silver eyes watched the giant wolf disappear into the dark of the night.

“You don’t get to play this game with me, Precious, without having to face the consequences. And if you flee, than someone else will have to take your place.”

He wasn’t stupid enough to go after the Shaw Pack directly. That was asking for a straight path to execution. Two or three of the members were working directly for the Department, and the pack was the most influential one in all of Dahlia. No, going after one of the members wouldn’t end well. But... an honorary member that didn’t quite fall under their coat of arms. Didn’t his precious thrall have a dear unempowered friend?

Tank felt dread pool in their gut, even as they dropped off the report. The person at the desk had only given the puncture wounds in the paper from their teeth a glance before setting it to the side and promising that ‘it will be reviewed at the earliest convenience.’

The dread only grew as they walked down the sidewalk. Each step the moved closer to their friend’s apartment only made them feel worse. The hairs on the back of their neck startle to prickle and their body tense. It was only when adrenaline rushed through their veins at the smell of blood did they run the last couple blocks.

A part of them was glad they ran, while a small part wished they hadn’t. They could hear the weak cries of their friend as the smell of blood coated the air so heavily, almost as if it was an overused perfume. Quinn was hunched over her, sucking greedily from one of the many bite wounds he had left to ravage their friend. A snarl of fury ripped from Tank as they let their body twist and shift before throwing themself at Quinn. They didn’t hesitated in sinking their own teeth into his shoulder and shaking their head like a dog with a chew toy.

Quinn laughed and ripped himself free to face the snarling mass of muscled wolf that stood between the injured human and himself. Blood dripped from Tank’s own mouth, but somehow it tasted more sweet that bitter. A low growl rippled through them, hackles raised.

Present Day

Darlin could feel that same kind of righteous anger ripple through their body, magic sparking. They were going to make him pay for what he did, one way or another.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fanfic #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted quinn #redacted sam #redacted david #redacted gabe #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted asher

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Take 42

Marcel Galliard x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love through an unexpected action."

Love, to Marcel Galliard, is a willingness to put your life on the line for someone else. It is an urge to throw oneself in the line of fire for another - to care for someone so much that you’re willing to put your own wellbeing aside. Falling in love, however, is a sacrifice.

To fall in love is to dedicate yourself to another person. It is giving someone else every opportunity to hurt you, yet every opportunity to fill your life with joy. Falling in love demands that someone sacrifices part of themself for another, and falling in love as a Warrior demands even more.

Still, what can be deemed a greater act of love than sacrifice?

A light humming filled the room as Marcel scribbled down yet another of his signatures. The days in which he spent locked up in his room filling out paperwork was steadily increasing - the fact that he was on a ‘trial’ for Vice War Chief was most certainly the cause of that. It was nights like this that made the brunet wish that he hadn’t accepted the role and had let someone else take the reins. Then again, the next best person for the job was likely you.

It was easy to understand why the higher ups would choose someone like you to be the vice war chief. Then again, it’s hard for someone to not be biased when they love you - especially if they love you as much as Marcel.

The first time Marcel realised he loved you, he was only eight years old. To be honest, he wished he had realised his feelings for you sooner. He always blamed the fact that you had to inherit a Titan ability on himself. If he had been able to convince you to leave the program the first day he met you then perhaps the two of you wouldn’t have been consigned to a fate as set in stone as the fate of a Titan Shifter in the first place.

While the boy wasn’t very familiar with the idea of love at first sight, he knew for certain how it grew. For him, love was a slow and steady feeling inside of one’s chest that grew over time. It grows until it reaches a point in which you can no longer imagine living your life without that person in it.

You were that kind of person in Marcel’s life.

“Knock knock.” Someone called from his doorway. “If you stay here any longer, I’m going to lock up the facility with you still inside it.”

All of the dread that had been building up inside of Marcel quickly disappeared when he noticed it was you who was standing in the doorway. Despite your indifferent tone, the look in your eyes was playful and light. Marcel knew that as soon as he smiled at you, you would return it.

“You really came all the way out here just to tell me that?” A grin pulled at Marcel’s lips. “You really do care!” While you may have rolled your eyes at the male’s response, Marcel couldn’t help but notice how your lips curled into a smile of your own. He always thought your smiles made your features look softer - cuter, even.

You walked forward to Marcel’s side and leaned over his desk. “You’re still reviewing the conscription forms from the beginning of the week? The commander has been asking for these all day.”

“I know. It’s just, I’m having a hard time getting through them all by myself.” You gave the male a certain look - one that caused him to stutter. “I-I’m only halfway through my trial period. I’ll be an efficient paperwork machine by the time the end of the month rolls around!”

“Right…”

Marcel didn’t really like the way your gaze fell, but he quickly distracted himself by slamming his hands onto his desk. “Alrighty then, that's enough of that for today! Let’s go home.”

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“I bet you didn’t even know it started snowing a few hours ago.” You commented as you walked alongside the current Jaw Shifter. “I’m almost jealous of how much attention those pieces of paper are getting out of you.”

“I’m not.” Marcel laughed and you laughed with him. The air outside was cool against Marcel’s burning hot skin. He could only assume that you were experiencing a similar sensation. It had been a while since he’d gotten to enjoy cool air like this. Though, he did think that if he wasn’t a Titan Shifter his tune would change. “Are you cold?”

“Not really. Titan Shifters have an elevated body temperature so-”

“-we don’t get cold like normal people do.”

“-we don’t get cold like normal people do.” You gazed at Marcel with a look of surprise that quickly turned into a slight pout. That kind of expression never ceased to make Marcel grin. “Don’t go anticipating my answers to your questions! I won’t have anything interesting left to say at this rate.”

“That’s okay. I love listening to you talk regardless.”

“Do you really?”

“Of course I do. Promise!”

You turned away from Marcel, giving the boy the opportunity to hold your hand with his own. He’d gotten familiar with the burning sensation - so much so that he actually liked it. Plus, acting like this always seemed to catch you off guard. No matter how many times he held your hand, you’d always blush and lean in towards him.

You suddenly turned and met Marcel’s gaze. The way you smiled at him always made his heart flutter.

“Do you remember how, back when we were still Warrior Candidates, you had the gull to throw a snowball at Porco?” The brunet wondered.

You nodded. “Yes, I remember it well - especially because you always like to bring it up whenever it starts to snow. You haven’t secretly been planning to take revenge on me all this time, have you?”

“Who knows? Maybe I’m just waiting for you to let your guard down.”

You laughed, and Marcel laughed with you. As young as the two of you may be, it was these kinds of moments that Marcel looked forward to the most.

Marcel has always known that being a Warrior meant putting aside your own personal desires for the sake of the greater good. Whether or not ‘the greater good’ aligned with someone’s own ideals didn’t matter. It was simply a matter of doing what you were told.

So it was only at times like this that the current Jaw Shifter could unapologetically be himself to the fullest, and he hoped that you felt safe enough to do the same in return.

“Don’t you think the stars look beautiful tonight?” The Jaw Shifter wondered.

You shrugged. “I prefer sunsets.”

“Always you and your sunsets.”

“Always you and your… everything really.”

Marcel shot you a mischievous grin. “My everything? Like what, specifically?”

“Do you really need me to answer that?” Marcel nodded to your question. While you may have rolled your eyes, your grip on Marcel’s hand tightened. “You love a lot of things. You love making footprints in freshly fallen snow. You love the first and last bites of your meals even if they’re one in the same. You love cuddling up beside me even if it’s in the middle of the summer. You love taking care of the people closest to you…”

“Don’t forget the most important one.” The Jaw Shifter teased as he nudged you slightly. When you didn’t respond, he gladly answered for you. “I love-”

“I’m taking over the position of Vice War Chief.”

Marcel’s footsteps came to a sudden halt, and yours followed suit soon after. “What do you mean? My trial period isn’t even over yet, so why would they…?”

“It wasn’t their decision, it was mine.”

“But why would you make a decision like that?”

“Would you prefer I tell you the truth, or tell you a white lie?”

“The truth, obviously.”

You nodded and took a deep breath as you took both of Marcel’s hands into your own. “We aren’t human anymore. In less than a decade from now, we’re both going to be gone. You can’t spend every one of your aching hours inside your office; especially since you have family members waiting for you at home. You barely ever had enough free time before becoming the Vice War Chief, so why sacrifice even more of your time?”

Marcel could feel a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. “That kind of thing doesn’t matter to me. I still see my family a lot, so it’s not a big deal.”

You sighed and shook your head. “That’s not really the point I’m trying to make.”

“Then what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that you’ve always had a tendency to sacrifice yourself for others. Let me bite the bullet on this one. You once tried to save me from myself, so let me save you.”

“What if I say no?”

“That doesn’t matter.” You replied softly, letting your hands slip away from Marcel’s. “The higher ups have already approved me for the position. Not a trial, the actual position. So from this point on, spend more time with your loved ones - even if it’s only a little.”

“I love you, (Y/n).”

“I know. You always do. You’re always the person who loves me every time I wake up from my endless nightmare. You always chase after me even if I don’t want you to. You’re always around to kiss my frostbitten hands and always around to comfort me on lonely nights.”

From time to time, you would speak in a way that would make Marcel’s chest tighten. It wasn’t the fluttering someone could associate with love or infatuation, but a pang of sadness. It wasn’t the kind of sadness someone feels when someone they love passes away per say, but the sort of sadness where someone wishes they could do more.

It was times like this that you felt like a different person. It was such a stark contrast to the young girl who had entered the training program all those years ago. He wished he could do more for you, but you were no longer a naive little girl who needed protecting.

No, it was cruel of him to ever have believed that you needed to be protected.

Marcel had always believed that his position as a Warrior meant protecting everyone he loved. He’s always believed that in order to prove his love, he needed to sacrifice himself. After all, what could be deemed a greater act of love than sacrifice?

Sacrifice - a kind of love that burns.

Without much warning, Marcel wrapped his arms around you in an embrace. His skin burned against yours.

“Is there anything I can say to talk you out of it?” Pleaded Marcel. “You don’t have to go through with it. You don’t have to-”

“We both know that isn’t possible.” You sighed, gently directing Marcel’s gaze towards you. As the boy met your gaze, he was surprised when he was met with softness rather than a stern expression. It was… something that was equally as familiar as it was unfamiliar. “You aren’t the only one willing to sacrifice part of themself for others. All of us are. It’s why we became Warriors in the first place.”

“I know…”

“Besides, your handwriting is too messy to be filling out paperwork all day.”

“I know.”

“Not to mention one last thing…” You whispered, pushing loose strands of Marcel’s hair out of his face. You leaned in toward the boy and rested your forehead against his. “Close your eyes.”

Marcel Galliard was approximately fifteen years old when he fell in love with you. Not with the ‘you’ who he thought he needed to sacrifice himself for, but the ‘you’ who he wanted to dedicate himself to. A version of you who was much like himself, and who was willing to give up a part of themself if only to get hurt later on.

Falling in love demands that someone sacrifices part of themself for another, and falling in love as a Warrior demands even more. To care for someone so much that you’re willing to put your own wellbeing aside is no small feat, and Marcel was willing to do just that. It wasn’t a matter of when he fell in love or why he fell in love, it was as simple as a moment.

Right now, no matter how brief this moment, she was his.

Fall in love though an unexpected action.

#attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #marcel galliard x reader #100 ways to fall in love

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satancopilotsmytardis · 2 months

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How do you go about writing your fan fictions? I personally kind of just go for it, but I end up loosing the flow and it gets all jumbled up and doesn’t really make any sense.I’ve noticed in a few of your sneak-peaks sometimes your writing is written like a script, or they are random short snippets.

I’m hoping to fix the flow of my writing, and not loose motivation as quickly.

I also usually just start writing. For the most part what I publish is almost exactly what I wrote for my rough draft with just some grammar/spelling edited (if I remember to bother with it before just throwing it up, or if I'm not practically falling asleep before I publish it).

The screenshots that are snippets are taken from scenes that are already fully written, then I just decide on a paragraph or two that I think get the idea across most clearly. The screenshots of writing that looks like it's formatted like a script are probably specifically from my Data Leak WIP, where I'm showing text messages from the characters! That's a way to represent those texts stylistically, and not how I typically write/draft.

When you guys see anything with bullet points, that's my outlining process. Normally that happens after I've already written a chunk of the story and determine I need some of those notes to make sure I don't forget about elements that I was foreshadowing just in case I step away for a while. For example, here is the chapter summary/outline for chapter 3 of Dalliance:

I knew this one was going on the WIP rotation so I wrote down everything I remembered wanted to be in that scene so I had a play-by-play when I got back to it. If you struggle with maintaining motivation for projects, then outlining with a full chapter summary can help ensure that you remember where you wanted to go in case you take a step back for a while.

But if I know I'm doing something in a bigger chunk I don't bother with that and only make short notes. For the Pet!Shifter Dabi story, this is all I have for my outline:

It's just the bare minimum of notes, but they act as anchor points for my story. These are three scenes that I want to hit, anything around these scenes can change or be adapted, even these scenes themselves can be adjusted, it all just depends on what the narrative is doing once I get deeper into the writing. If you're struggling with your flow becoming incoherent, then setting anchor points in a loose outline can help with this. You can always look at the point you are aiming on getting to, look at your current trajectory and adjust accordingly. Sometimes you might notice that the original plan isn't working anymore, that's okay too, as long as you can replace the point you were originally going to with one that is as concrete/makes just as much sense, then making that change can help your story grow.

As far as losing motivation goes, it really, genuinely does help to share your work with a few people/online who motivate you to keep going. I know that when I was in college I was writing at a similar rate as I am now because I was working on my degree. However, once I left, I slowed down a lot until I finally started posting again over the last year. If you have other writer friends then sharing with them can be a great way to keep going!

And for anyone wondering why I'm working in Comic Sans: No joke, writing in Comic Sans can genuinely help you to write faster/not be as precious with your work. And I'm writing on green with gray text because it helps me with my eyestrain after spending so much time on my computer for writing and work!

I hope this can help, but everyone writes in very different ways, and it really, genuinely can take a while to figure out what works best for you! Good luck, you've got this!

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jackdoe · 1 year

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Beast Boy Headcanon/Vignette

He's going to outlive everyone.

Gar thinks its rather typical of his luck that he watches all his friends grow old and leave him. Dick goes peacefully in his sleep at the respectable age of 81. Vic manages to live for a good 112 years, but prosthetics can only push a lifespan so long, and ultimately he's human under all that metal. Star lives to the venerable age of 155. But Gar can always see it coming, he can tell his friends are slowing down for years hence, forgetting things. It's all part of life, a force he's intimately familiar with.

But Raven? Raven hurts.

They have a good run, not as long as some, but they make it work for 30 years, have a few kids and help shape the future of heroes. But when her time comes, Gar is inconsolable.

It's important to note that she never technically died, in truth she ascended, becoming a being of pure cosmic good. Overcoming her demonic heritage and trans-substantiating into a goddess of healing and light, but it hurts all the same, and Gar is never quite the same again. He sits and waits for his number to come up.

It never does.

He reaches his 100th birthday, than 150, than 211? Maybe. Gar stops keeping track after a while. He can tell he's getting older based on what he sees in the mirror, but it's slow. Whatever age he is, he looks middle aged at best. Just his luck, of course he'd be immortal to some degree, one last way for the universe to punish ol' Gar.

He decides to wander the world. It doesn't look anything like when he was a kid, old Nations that seemed indomitable have long since collapsed. New Nations now fight to be heard and bargain for their place in the world. Metropolis and Gotham decided to bite the bullet and become one city, after flirting for years they realize they're stronger together, and it becomes the new capital of Delmarva, one of those new Nations. It's actually nice now, if you can believe it.

Gar visits New York most often while he wanders, It was where he first met Raven, and it never ceases to amaze. That's where he first comes face to face with a Ravenist, a new (well New when he first meets them) Religious movement, that worships the "Bright Daughter" as they call her.

Gar can see the appeal. A story of redemption, a woman fated to be a destroyer instead turning from the dark to walk her own path and eventually, ascending to godliness? You could definitely make a religion out of that. It's just weird when you knew them personally.

He's maybe 600 now, give or take. Gar stays in contact with the Ravanists for decades, giving them first hand accounts of time before the Great Collapse, of the age of Superheroes. He leaves out his relationship with Raven, it would make things too complicated, and he's not comfortable with them potentially working him into their religious doctrine. He's just happy to know that Raven is remembered as a hero.

Then one day, he dreams of her, which is a regular occurrence for Gar, but this time it's different. This time it's really her, he can feel it. From then on, he can feel her just on the edges of his perception, a presents all around him and within him, pushing him to help and to find joy in the world. Maybe those Ravenists were on to something?

It's the 31st millennium, he's starting to show some real age now. His hair had long ago fallen out, but that's alright, Gar actually thinks he pulls off the bald look rather well. He has wandered the Earth for 1000 years now, giving wisdom and a helping hand where ever he goes. Most people don't really know him. They tell stories, of course, of the Green Man, a shape-shifter and trickster. He's become a bit of a legend of his own. But something pulls him away from the Earth, the home he's known all this time, up and away into the stars. To a planet far away from Sol, a deserted world, parched and lifeless.

Gar doesn't question it, Raven works in mysterious ways, and she's always nudged him in the right direction. He can feel himself slowing down, forgetting things, it feels like this might be his last journey. He's not sure if he'll ever come back to Earth.

One last time, he walks around the globe and says good by to the place where they met.

After 1115 years, Garfield Logan dies. Although it's important to note that he doesn't technically die. Upon the crack soil of a deserted planet, Gar meditates and reaches enlightenment. And one last time, he changes shape, letting go of his consciousness and disseminating his form across an entire world.

There, hanging in a distant corner of space is an entirely green planet. Now full of new life. An oddity to the rest of Known Space, as the planet has no plant life to speak of, no fungus or molds, but an entire ecosystem of animals. All in various shades of green from chartreuse to sage. A fully working environment, each life form living and breathing and growing in sync. a wild world.

One last trick.

The sun rises on an alien beach, the new day buzzing with life and possibility. In the rays of light one might think they see two figures walking along, hand in hand, leaving no foot prints behind in the gray sands. One a vibrant purple and the other and dark green. As the sun rises the figures disappear from view, perhaps they are a trick of the light?

Light blankets the new world, watched over and tended by two spirits of life, Planet Rae.

#Beast boy #the changeling #Garfield Logan #raven #rachel roth #raven roth #bbrae #teen titans #new teen titans #dc comics

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cf8wrk4u-us · 9 months

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Okay, I'm getting a bit inside of One Piece lore and the topic about Devil Fruits caught my eyes 👀👀👀 (later I'll read about the Haki stuff and if there's other power granting stuff)

But since you are my guide for this, what Devil Fruits do you think would suit the Burns family and maybe the Bots (the Bots are machines but alive, so I don't know if a Devil Fruit can grant powers to a machine)???

I read a little about the Zoan fruits that are artificial??? So maybe you could say that Doc Greene made those fruits if you want to add them?? I don't know I'm still learning

Hey friend!

So glad you ask!

Devil Fruits are pretty rare in the One Piece world. Even finding one is a pretty big deal and can grant anyone a power of some kind.

They come in three classes: Logia who become turn into elements, Paramecia who can summon item or change things, and Zoan who can become different animals or even beings.

Artificial Devil Fruits have been created, but only Zoan so far.

Anyone can eat a Devil Fruit, be it a humanoid, an animal, or even inanimate objects.

This is a bazooka who ate a Dog Zoan Fruit.

This is a sword who was fed an elephant like Zoan Fruit.

The only consequence though is that anyone who eats a fruit would forever lose their ability to swim and if placed in water would lose there powers and weaken them. Kinda like it's their kryptonite.

Also if you eat another Devil Fruit you will die from poisoning.

You can't always choose what Devil Fruit you get but it's always a lucky thing to find.

With that info I say that these are the fruits that would suit the Burns family and bots.

Captain Charlie Burns: The Noro Noro no Mi or Slow-Slow Fruit, great to slow down escaping riminals or panicked people, and in rescue work slow down any dangerous debry or disaster. Or the Nuke Nuke no Mi/Through-Through Fruit, which allows the users to walk or travel through any solid surface (kinda like a Phase Shifter).

Kade Burns: The Bomu Bomu no Mi/Bomb Bomb Fruit or Mera Mera no Mi/Fire Fire Fruit, both are good at suppressing fires and making its user fire/burn proof.

Dani Burns: Fuwa Fuwa no Mi/Float Float Fruit or Kiro Kiro no Mi/Kilo Kilo Fruit, both fruits would alow Dani to experience flight or fly herself and possibly other out of the way. Or the Hana-Hana no Mi/ Flower-Flower Fruit, allowing users to grow different limbs in separate place, Dani as a first responder and EMT could use an extra set of hands.

Graham Burns: Giro-Giro no Mi/ Glare-Glare Fruit which allows user to see through anything like X-Rays. Good for an engineer like Graham, another would be the Oshi Oshi no Mi/Push-Push Fruit that allows the user to push anything they want and at any size as if it were soft clay.

Cody Burns: Kibe-Kibe no Mi/Millet Millet Fruit might work well for Cody, given by using it he could feed anyone or any being his dango and immediately befriend them. He probably have a lot of fun with the Tori-Tori no Mi/ Bird-Bird Fruit Model Falcon, where he can turn into a Falcon or the Gum-Gum Fruit like Luffy so he can stretch in anyway he likes. Or the Chiyu-Chiyu/Heal-Heal Fruit, where he could heal those who are hurt with just his tears. Or maybe the Hiso-Hiso no Mi/Whisper-Whisper Fruit that allows them to hear the hearts of animals.

Now for the Rescue Bots

Heatwave: Moku Moku no Mi/Smoke-Smoke Fruit, not only does it allow its user to be a smokey cloud, but it also allows them to be impervious to most physical attacks Not to mention it can cancel out fires. Not to meantion user their smoke to trap or carry others. But maybe the Mera Mera no Mi could work for Heatwave, despite the name, would rather not be able to create fires.

Chase: Ori Ori no Mi/Cage Cage Fruit, which allows the user to create cage like bars from there arms and cuffs to trap opponents. Perfect for a cop/rule follower like Chase. Another is the Nagi Nagi no Mi/ the Calm Calm Fruit, which allows the user to create silence barrier or take all sound away from a certain areas. Something that Chase could use to confuse opponents or create control for a situation.

Blades: I think Blades would like the Mini-Mini no Mi/Mini-Mini Fruit, allowing the user to grow as small as they want. Blades loved being as small as Dani when he was in her body and would probably enjoy how he can buy so much human stuff now that he can be the right size for it. Or even become a real human with the Hito-Hito no Mi/Human-Human Fruit.

Boulder: I think that Boulder would live Oshi Oshi no Mi/Push-Push Fruit to push things far more gently that he could with his own plow. Or the Hito-Hito no Mi/Human-Human Fruit or Mini-Mini no Mi/Mini-Mini Fruit to be as small as a human or become one and enjoy being one as much as they like with everything included. Though he also might like the Ato-Ato no Mi/Art-Art Fruit🎨where he can create abstract art out of anything, but if he's not careful anyone too😅

I did my best but there are way more and feel free to mix and match for the ideal choice for each character. Feel free to check out the website to explore them more ✌️

#transformers #transformers rescue bots #one piece #devil fruit

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dailycharacteroption · 1 year

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Hybrid Class Review: Arcanist part 4

(Art by BryanSyme on DeviantArt)

Exploits

Aside from their blend of casting types, arcanists are defined by their exploits, the various ways that they can bend the rules of magic to their will.

The exploits are at once my favorite thing about the class, but also very frustrating, for reasons I will get into later. For now, let us focus on the various types of such exploits.

Normally blasting foes with magic that does respectable damage requires the expenditure of a spell slot or at least a higher level ability. However, with exploits like Acid Jet, Flame Arc, Force Strike, Holy Water Jet, Ice Missile, Lightning Lance, and Sonic Blast, they can cause a surprising amount of damage for just one point of their reservoir. What’s more, they can upgrade them later with greater exploits including Burning Flame, Dancing Electricity, Hellfire Ray, Icy Tomb, and Lingering Acid to add additional effects for a slightly greater expenditure.

They also can learn exploits that alter their own spells and those of others, such as using Altered Shifting to change from one valid form with their current polymorph spell to another, extinguish or move mundane flame with Flame Control, using Focused Summoning to summon a local creature that is a surprising antithesis to other natives, learning how to retain the ability to cast spells while polymorphed with Lepidstadt Shifter, adding metamagic to their spells quickly with Metamixing, concealing their spells with Obfusicated Spellcasting, stabilizing their magic with Orderly Casting, healing allies as a side effect with Philanthropic Magic, Invoking or shifting Primal Magic, Redirecting or Resisting it, altering durations with Spell Tinker, altering the magic of weapons and wands with Alter Enhancement and Convert Wand, and even turning spells that require remote control against their foes with Redirect Spell.

Arcanists also sport plenty of ways to protect themselves from harm, be it using Arcane Barriers to absorb damage, Energy Barriers to negate elemental damage and even store it to enhance elemental spells with Energy Absorbtion, but also in the various ways they can dispel and counterspell foes, ranging from getting to counterspell using their reservoir instead of spell slots, gaining spell resistance, or dispelling spells with that energy reserve, as well as discovering ways to absorb the discharged spell energy to recover their reservoir as well.

Some exploits give them magical effects for the low cost of a single expenditure of their reserve, such as illusionary magical protection, supernatural glibness, short-range teleportation, illusionary disguises, hardening their bodies like plant matter,

Some of these exploits simply grant access to a feat, such as an item crafting feat or metamagic, which I suppose is them discovering how to do so through unconventional methods?

Others grant them access to new knowledge or abilities, such as the ability to enhance their weapons like they are a magus, or the knowledge of a wizard school, or the basics of a sorcerer bloodline. They can even learn arcane discoveries, normally only available to wizards, this way. Another can grant them a familiar, while another still can grant them the ability to temporarily learn a spell after suffering it’s effects, as if they were a Blue Mage straight out of Final Fantasy.

There are also plenty of ways that arcanists can consume magic to fuel their exploits, ranging from absorbing charges and consumable magic items, to turning countered spells and even primal magic into energy for their to absorb.

Finally, there are a handful of horrific exploits from dubious otherworldly sources beyond the Outer Rifts, such as weeping bloody tears that induce pain on contact with the fluid, or growing tentacles from their chest or a horrific probuscus, or conjuring a chilling, slowing patch of fog. Many such powers are of dubious moral value and terrifying and disturbing to look upon.

With all these exploits, you might imagine that I would be satisfied with what we have available, but the truth is, I’m not. I feel like there is so much more potential for the sort of bizarre and incredible abilities that exploits could grant, giving arcanists new magical abilities or increasing their control over the spells they have.

Which, I suppose is the root of the problem for me. After all, magic in high-magic settings like standard Pathfinder can do anything if you have the right knowledge. So how do we reconcile a class built around breaking the limitations when those limitations are by definition already breakable in the first place? I mean, the obvious answer is that they are the ones pushing those boundaries in the first place, but it does wear on me at times.

In any case, that does it for today, but tune in tomorrow for our conclusion!

#pathfinder #hybrid class #arcanist

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Reckless Teenagers

So, when I asked the ever-wonderful @palilious (whom I love very much and if you’re following me and not her for whatever reason I highly recommend also following her because her art is amazing and she’s also fantastic just in general) what to write for yesterday’s one-shot, she offered the idea of shifter wolves being large enough to ride and suggested I could also do something with the idea for the Pups so... here we go 2.1k words If you read that run-on sentence of an author’s note, I dare you to send me a star emoji or reply to this one-shot with one

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Natalie slowed to a stop just beyond the reach of the Greer’s backyard before shifting back to human form and readjusting her clothing. She stooped, scooped up a tiny pebble from the garden, and climbed the fence. Slowly, she crept the expanse of the backyard until she was at a good angle directly under Danny’s bedroom window.

Sticking her tongue out in concentration, she threw the pebble at the window. It clinked against the glass. Not hard enough to nick it, but enough to make noise. She set her fist on her hip and waited.

After a few tense moments during which she resisted the urge to start fidgeting, Danny decloaked and pushed the window open. “What are you doing here?” he hissed.

“Come on!” she stage-whispered. “Come to the woods with me!”

“Why?”

“Micah’s already heading out! Come join us!”

“Okay—but, like, why?”

“Because we’re young and we should sneak out and be reckless teenagers at least once.”

He rolled his eyes. “If my parents see me leaving, I’m dead!”

Natalie’s expression dropped from one of excitement to one that hemorrhaged sarcasm. “Daniel,” she said. “You’re a damn Stealth! They’re not going to see you leave!”

Danny cringed away from her use of his full first name. “Fine. Just never call me that again,” he whispered.

Natalie winked and took a few steps back toward the back of the yard where it bordered the woods. Danny rolled his eyes and cloaked. A few moments later he appeared on the back porch, having phased through the doors. Natalie climbed the fence again, but Danny just passed through it. She grabbed his forearm in both hands and started dragging him into the woods.

“Where’s Micah meeting us?”

“The usual clearing.”

“When?”

“Ten minutes.”

“Ten mi—Natalie!” Danny protested as they jogged through the trees. “We’ll never make it in ten minutes!”

“Sure we will.”

“How?”

“We run.”

“No. No—stop.” He grabbed her arm and dragged her to a stop. “Natalie—you just had to remind me that I’m a Stealth, so let me take a turn to remind you that I am a Stealth. I can’t run like you and Micah can!”

Natalie rolled her eyes. “I know that, dumbass,” she retorted. “You’re gonna get on my back, hold onto my fur, and I’m gonna run.”

“You can’t carry me that long,” Danny said.

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth with the way Natalie’s teeth caught the light of the full moon as she bared them in the beginnings of a snarl. “Thank you—I appreciate your doubt,” she spat. A muscle worked in her jaw.

“Natty—” Danny tried. She refused to meet his eyes and stalked deeper into the trees. “Natty, wait. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.” He jogged after her, trying to keep up. They’d both stopped growing and Danny capped out at 5′7″, barely three inches taller than her. So his jog caught up to her determined stride fairly quickly. “Natalie. All I meant was that you shouldn’t have to carry me that long. That it’s not fair to you.”

“If it bothered me, I wouldn’t have suggested it. Now, are we gonna go meet Micah in the clearing or not?”

“Uh... I guess we are—if you’re not too mad at me.”

She gave him a look, and turned her back to him, leaning forward.

In the blink of an eye, a massive black wolf with her eyes was standing before him. She wasn’t as big as her dad or her brother, but she was close—and for a female shifter, that was pretty significant. The size difference between male and female shifters wasn’t always terribly dramatic unless someone knew what to look for.

But between Danny’s sister Lily and Natalie, the difference was easily noticeable. Lily was the smallest full-grown wolf in the pack, and Natalie was one of the biggest.

“You sure about this?” Danny asked apprehensively. She glowered at him and growled. “Okay, okay. But if I get to be too heavy after a bit, I warned you.”

Natalie rolled her eyes and huffed what could have been a scoff out of her nose.

Danny did not climb onto her back gracefully, but he wasn’t particularly concerned about it.

He wound his fingers around the thick, coarse but soft black fur and leaned forward. “This is a bad idea,” he muttered. Natalie’s ear flicked, acknowledging she heard him.

She shifted her weight back and forth quickly as she lowered the front half of her body, like a cat preparing to pounce. Danny peeked behind him to see her tail raised high. He caught a quick glimpse of her claws sinking deep into the soil.

Natalie took off like a shot, flattening her ears to her head to be a bit more aerodynamic. Danny squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his grip on her fur. If it hurt, she gave no indication.

In truth, it didn’t hurt her much. Vaguely uncomfortable, sure, having her fur yanked, but there was no pain. Danny often underestimated how tough she was. He knew her better than anyone—he knew she could take a beating and be fine—but he always seemed to treat her so... softly. He was a 5′7″, skinny teenage boy and yet he thought she wouldn’t be able to run with him on her back for ten minutes. Like he didn’t realize she was a Shaw. One of the strongest shifter family lines in the city. Sure, she could feel his weight behind her shoulders, his knees clamping her sides over her ribs, but he didn’t weigh enough to be a burden.

You’re not a burden, Danny. You’re never a burden, she thought. Words she would never say out loud. Danny was a sweet guy, but he was also Milo’s son through and through—and if she said something like that, he’d give her hell about being sappy or something.

She dodged between thick tree trunks as they made their way through the woods toward the clearing. As a wolf, she was quite a bit bigger than she was as a human, and she moved much faster. Her tail helped her keep her balance whenever she made a sharp turn, leaning hard to keep Danny nestled safely against her spine.

He was one of her best friends and—much as he pissed her off sometimes—she didn’t want him to fall off.

The run to the clearing did not take ten minutes. It barely took five. As a human, there was no way Natalie could have run that long. But in wolf form, her endurance was a hell of a lot better.

When they got to the clearing, she laid down. Danny climbed off her back, and she shifted to human form. Sweat gleamed on her forehead in the light of the full moon where it had cleared the trees and she panted hard. “God, I’m grateful I can just shift back to human form to dissipate all the heat that builds up in my coat,” she said through her heavy breathing. “That would suck if all I could do was pant to cool off like a lot of mammals.”

Danny grunted. Then looked around contemplatively. “Where’s Micah?”

“On her way, I’m sure. I smelled her on the wind when we made it here but it was distant so she’s probably quite a ways out.”

“Still freaks me out that you can do that.”

Natalie shrugged. “Wolf nose,” she said by way of explanation.

Danny just watched her lie in the grass and pant for a few moments. Her eyes were closed, so she hopefully wouldn’t realize he was staring. Wouldn’t see the way he stared at her with longing.

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Micah loved the feeling of the wind in her fur. She ran fast and hard to feel it as often as the opportunity presented itself. She and her parents and older siblings liked running through the woods together sometimes. A pair of shifters and a trio of vampires would be quite the sight if they ever got caught. Thankfully, so far, they never had.

Micah followed Natalie’s scent trail up the mountain. It was fairly fresh. Two minutes old, maybe, and getting older the longer Micah took to ascend the slope.

Rose was half-asleep. Fingers twisted loosely into Micah’s grey, black-flecked fur. Lying down with her head between Micah’s shoulder blades. Micah took longer, slower strides in an attempt to keep Rose on her back. Rose was light. She felt like Micah was carrying little more than a backpack.

She was also used to riding on Micah. She’d done it a lot. Which was why she trusted Micah to keep running when she was half-asleep.

Rose’s parents knew Micah had “snuck” Rose out of the house for the night. She’d cleared it with them. Rose liked to think she was being sneaky, but Micah had texted Uncle Vincent beforehand to ask. She knew there was no way in hell she’d actually be able to get Rose out of a house with two vampire parents without them knowing, so she asked. Better that than getting in trouble.

Micah’s parents probably knew she’d snuck out for the night too, even though they were supposed to be out of town. Maybe they didn’t know—but she imagined they had a solid guess.

Natalie’s scent got older, but closer, as Micah leapt over a log, landing as smooth as she could on the soil, and bounded another half-mile to the clearing.

“Took you long enough,” Natalie said, sitting up. Remnants of sweat dampened her hair right around her forehead, leaving her usually fairly straight hair slightly wavy. Danny was sitting in the grass beside her, eyes wide upon noticing Rose.

Micah carefully lowered herself down. Danny hopped up and scooped Rose off Micah’s back so she could shift to human form,

“Why... why-why... why the baby?” Danny asked.

“She’s eleven,” Micah retorted. “She’s a kid, not a baby.”

Danny looked at the half-asleep unempowered girl in his arms, ribbons dangling from her pigtail braids, curled in on herself. “Ifff you say so,” he grumbled. He handed Rose to Micah, who took her and held her as she sat down, keeping her in her lap. “So... why did you bring her along?”

Micah shrugged. “She thinks it’s fun.”

“Do her parents know?” Danny asked.

Micah checked to make sure Rose wasn’t looking at her, nodded, but said, “Nope!”

“Alright. Great,” Danny said sarcastically. “So we’ve got the three of us and an unempowered kid out in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night on a full moon. What are we doing out here? Because I know you two—you didn’t just drag me out here to actually do anything dangerous or illegal. Did we come all the way out here to stargaze?”

“Not quite,” Natalie said. She pulled something out of the pocket of her shorts that Danny hadn’t realized was there. It was a little too cold in the grass for shorts, but Natalie generated plenty of body heat and didn’t seem bothered.

“What’s that?” Micah asked.

Natalie handed whatever was in her hand to Danny and then one to Micah, keeping one for herself. “Promises,” she said.

Micah inspected it. A braided cord of leather with a snap on either end. “Natalie Shaw—are you so sappy that you made us friendship bracelets?”

“So what if I am, Collins?” Natalie snapped back. “Look, Danny and I are graduating high school in a year. I got no plans to leave Dahlia or go to that fancy-ass academy on the other side of town—but Danny here isn’t a shifter. He’s got a lot of magic left to learn. I just want us to promise that we’re not gonna fall out of each other’s lives. We’re pack—we’re family—and we’re gonna see each other a lot anyway, but I don’t think I could bear to stop seeing you guys as often as we do.”

Micah twisted the bracelet around her wrist and snapped it into place. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere, sugar,” she said, letting her Dahlian accent fall away to her natural Southern one.

Danny did the same. “Me neither. I’m planning on going to the academy, but I’m staying close to home.”

“Good. Because we can’t be the Three Musketeers if there aren’t three of us,” Natalie said.

She dug into her other pocket and pulled something else out. “This is for Rose. Didn’t want her to feel left out.”

It wasn’t a leather bracelet—it was made of embroidery floss. Several strands of pink, purple, and gold. Micah helped Natalie tie it around Rose’s wrist. Rose cooed quietly and snuggled closer to Micah’s warmth.

“Promise we stick together?” Natalie said.

“Promise,” Micah and Danny repeated.

“Good.” Natalie nodded. “Now, who wants some of that hot chocolate I stashed behind the log over there?”

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Tag list: @arialikestea @zozo-01 @mainhoesstuff

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Pups AU #Natalie Shaw #Danny Greer #Micah Collins #Rosalind Solaire #Starlit Fic

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hydrasquadd · 1 year

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Knight Ark

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2020

Masterpost

Discord

Guide to possibly confusing things

Why does Pearl keep changing? She's an unstable shape shifter.

What does Pearl mean by 'having a real soul'? The race that she and Knight belong to are born (and live) without souls. A soul allows them to have a physical body (with organs and everything).

How come Knight has a body without a soul? Knight's form is an illusion.

Why are they in the middle of the forest? Why not. It's a prime meeting spot, don't you know?

WHO WANTS TO TALK ABOUT DARK SPIRITS (rant time

Hehe so

You've heard of the "your soul lives on after you die and goes to whatever afterlife". But consider: Your soul is disposable and your body is halfway in-between life and death always.

They're said to be one of the first forms of life, made entirety of dark matter (what space is made of). Most barely conscious, beings floating around in the darkness. These guys are the ancestors of all darkners. They mastered the art of suddenly compressing spacetime to create warp drives, and shape new worlds. Uh, so dark fountains and dark worlds lmao.

Literally the definition of aliens, they used to just exist in empty space. But as the race advanced they all now live on planets. Sometimes even Earth, appearing in the darkness as distorted figures in the corner. But not to worry, contrary to popular belief they aren't alternate universe evil guys and won't psychologically torture you. They're just vibing. Don't believe the lies and slander (they're just trying to keep us out.)

Dark spirits can reproduce sexually or asexually. In most spirit societies the tradition is sexual reproduction. But it doesn't look like what you would imagine. Simply, each parent "ejects" a peace of their matter. It then forms into a child. The child then grows by absorbing rouge dark matter. Most of the time this comes from the remains of previous spirits. The growth rate of a spirit is random. One can grow incredibly fast, or rather slow.

Asexual reproduction isn't exactly reproduction in the traditional sense. It is the old way of forming a dark spirit. From the energy in space. Dark spirits born this way tend to grow much faster then any others. They have access to an abundance of dark matter. Some consider these spirits as a different subtype. They have differences from the usual that set them apart.

A dark spirit is born with a set of eyes. This is the only organ they have (many for their entire lives). Each spirit's eye patterns are completely unique. But the factor that always stays the same is the signature black sclera (usually white). You can tell a spirit from any other race from it's black eyes. No regular spirit can change it's eyes in any way. Even with a body and soul, their original eyes stay. They cannot grow new eyes, and the eyes cannot be damaged or removed. But, the unique subtype mentioned earlier has enough energy to do so. This is the only way any spirit can change their eye pattern.

The dark matter body of a spirit is their lifeline. Even if they grow organs, the substance still flows through their veins. It is known as shaxaplasm. If a spirit looses it's shaxaplasm, it dies. This can happen by being burnt by fire, sliced in half, struck by lightning, dissolved, evaporated, being digested, corrosion from old age, and more. If the spirit looses a non-fatal amount of matter (less then half), it can survive and regrow. Spirits can also purposely discard their shaxaplasm. If it has become infected, to donate to dying kin, or to reproduce are a few reasons. The form of a dark spirit is malleable. It is able to change it's shape at will. The regular spirit cannot loose or gain weight, however. But as before, the space born spirits are able to add or discard mass at will.

Most dark spirits do not ever gain a soul. They live and die simply as spirits. But, the spirit's dark matter body can support more life then it knows. There are three known ways for a spirit to gain a soul. They can grow it themself through willpower alone. They can copy an existing soul (effectively becoming a clone or doppelganger of the original soul owner). Or they can take a soul out of one being, and implant it in themself. Once a spirit gains a soul, they can now support a physical body. If the soul was copied or stolen, the resulting body will reflect that. A spirit can change their body. They can still gain shaxaplasm as normal and grow. If a dark spirit where to loose their soul, it would just get rid of their body. Spirits do not need a soul to live.

Dark spirits with a body can still revert to their original form. Though this has consequences. Each organ, bone, and blood vessel needs to be re-built. This can be a long and painful process. But this ability can come in extremely useful. If a spirit experiences extreme damage to their body, it can simply reset itself and become new again. But it can not regrow lost mass. If their arm is cut off, the spirit can regrow a new arm, but the mass for that comes from somewhere else on the body. The only way for a dark spirit to get new matter is by finding it (as explained earlier).

Wow

Ok so anyway

There's still more to talk about, like their society structures. But I'm going to spare you.

Have a nice day

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Where the Dandelions Grow

Tiefling!Rogue!Sakusa Kiyomi x Elf!Druid!Reader

Chapter 1

Fem pronouns and body

Warnings: slight blood, talk of religion

Genre: fluff with a hint of angst. Slow burn

wc: 1.8k

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an: just a warning, i've only played d&d once. It was right before the pandemic and I haven’t been able to find another group to play with. So please be nice if I mess anything up :’) (unedited)

Waking up is just like any other day. The slowly crumbling roof of the inn greets my eyes as I blink awake.

Getting dressed is a hassle because of how many weapons and talismans I have strapped to my armor.

After getting dressed and ready for the day ahead I exit my room and meet up with the rest of my band for breakfast.

The table is quiet this morning as sleep still clings to our tired bodies. Except for Hinata. He’s always buzzed and ready for anything.

Once our bellies are full and our eyes less droopy our party stands to head outside.

A large gathering is happening today. Fighters from all over the region come to show their skills; if they’re lucky a band will offer them a spot to join.

The town is alive today. The townsfolk have been preparing for this event for a whole month. Planning for the fights and the celebration after.

The crisp morning air seeps into my skin and gives me the final push into waking up fully.

Music and laughter flood the large field where bands, townsfolk, and contenders alike gather to watch the fights. At the edge of the temporary arena a large board has been erected and a bracket has been drawn out in white chalk. Many people have signed up this year, but only one will win the whole thing.

Our leader, Bokuto, a half-orc, is recognized as being the head of the most powerful band in the country. Which means that my friends and I get special seats with a perfect view of the arena and first choice on the winners.

The rest of my group is a rowdy bunch.

First there’s Bokuto Kotarou. A barbarian half-orc from the northlands. He is ruthless as he is gentle. Outspoken and kind but serious when he needs to be makes him the perfect leader.

Miya Atsumu, the bard and shifter. Two things that don’t go very well together. With charisma galore and the ability to change into the most attractive people, seduction is an easy game for him.

Hinata Shoyo, a human paladin, is the inspiration for our entire team sometimes. When it seems as though all is lost in battle, he stands on shaky legs and shouts a rousing battle cry that would get even the most cowardly of creatures to stand tall.

Shimizu Kiyoko, I’d say, is the most levelheaded of our group. She keeps everyone healthy with the medicines she brews. As a half-elf and the ranger of our band she is our primary strategist.

Lastly is me. I am an elf from the east and was raised as a druid in one of the holy temples. But the more I grew and the more I learned what the other druids believed I became cautious. The higher power they believed in was not the same as mine. So, one day I ran. I gathered as many of my belongings as I could and left the only place I had ever known.

I traversed the countryside until my legs gave out and fell unconscious.

I was awoken by a low rumbling emanating from the trees surrounding me. Somehow the bright forest I remembered from before seemed much darker now.

I tried to stand and run but a large beast sprung out onto the trail ahead of me. Frothing teeth and beady eyes rooted fear in my veins and froze me in my place. Even when it lunged at me and came for the kill I couldn’t find the strength to move. I closed my eyes preparing for death, but it never came.

Instead there was a gust of wind, a grotesque pummeling sound, and a thump. After a moment I opened my eyes and was greeted by half of the beast's head smashed in. I turned to see who had saved my life and saw a large man standing to my right, a war hammer clutched in his hand.

“Are you alright? You almost just got eaten! Man you’re sure lucky I was here or else you’d look way worse than him.” At that he gestured to the fallen animal. “the name’s Bokuto, you?”

Peeling my eyes away from the bloody oozing mess below me I stuttered out “Y-y/n. u-uhem. Thank you for saving me. I must be going now.”

I side stepped the beast and briskly continued down the trail. Not a moment later Bokuto called out to me.

“Hey wait up! I’m headed that way too! We can travel together.”

Heavy footsteps soon matched up with mine. I gave him a glance but said nothing.

And travel together we did. Getting to know one another and collecting people and memories along the way.

Soon our traveling party turned into one of the most feared and respected bands.

Which brought us to today and the events that are about to begin.

Trumpets sounded and flags waved as the announcer introduced the first pair to battle. Cheering and booing from the audience kept the air alive and buzzing with energy.

The first seven rounds weren’t anything spectacular, but it was on the eighth that the audience held their breath.

A name had been whispered through the crowd with prices for bets hanging onto its tail.

Sakusa Kiyoomi.

A silent contender who kept his face hidden at all times. He had only been heard of a few days prior to the event. Someone witnessed him sign up. They swore he was as cold as ice and had an aura that screamed strength.

He was who stepped into the arena next and held the audience captive.

“And now, please welcome Sakusa Kiyoomi and Daishou Suguru!”

Screams erupted, creating a bubble of barely contained anxiety and excitement.

The two contenders stepped up to each other and the beginning stare down began.

Everyone in the stands waited with bated breath as the two assessed each other.

The fights only allowed fists. No weapons. So, both were missing a lot of their usual armor. Kiyoomi stood tall, around six-foot three give or take. Wearing all black with a hood and mask covering most of his face he looked like an embodiment of death.

His hood had slits in the top, allowing his horns to poke through. A tail whipped menacingly behind him. Like a cat stalking it’s prey.

When I had first heard the rumors about him I had thought of an orc or Dragonborn. But him being a tiefling just increased my interest in who this man is.

Daishou, however, was slightly slouched with his hands on his hips. A mocking posture if I’ve ever seen one.

Most of the time in fights the person to attack first is the one to lose. But this fight was clearly going to be different.

Sakusa lunged left and Daishou followed, only for it to be a feint. He instead redirected his weight into a kick to Daishou’s left side, sending him straight to the ground.

The masked man stood and backed off a few steps to avoid any leg sweeps that might occur. At this point his shoulders relaxed and he lifted his head to stare Daishou down over his nose.

The whole display made Sakusa look like he had already won the fight.

Daishou stumbled to his feet with a snarl on his teeth. Probably thinking himself so high and mighty that no one would dare use a feint on him, then getting hit with one.

Fists were thrown and punches landed but Sakusa only received them with his forearms in the form of a block.

Then something strange happened.

Sakusa blocked another hit but it was followed with a squirt of blood. Everything turned into a blur and the next moment Daishou was on the ground with one arm being restrained behind his back.

A medic and the town sheriff came running. Daishou was escorted off the field.

The medic assessed Sakusa’s arm and ended up wrapping a clean white bandage around it.

Murmuring words were whispered over the crowd.

“I’ve just gotten word that Daishou used a trick ring with a hidden knife to slash Kiyoomi!” The announcer nervously shouted.

The crowd gasped and booed.

“Since there are no weapons allowed in these events, Daishou Suguru has been disqualified and banned from joining next year. That means Sakusa Kiyoomi wins!”

As the surrounding people cheered and the next fight was announced Kotarou leaned over to whisper, “I want him to join our band.”

Sakusa didn’t end up being the overall winner of the tournament, but he was the talk of the night as people gathered in the inn.

Many theories said that he was toying with Daishou. With how fast the fight ended after he was injured, he could have ended the fight before it had even begun.

Kotarou called us all to his room at the end of the night to discuss our options.

“I think that Oikawa guy was really cool! His punches were like whoosh! And whizz!” Hinata voiced as he made a bad impression of the graceful fighter’s moves. “It’d be nice to have an elegant guy on the team. The only elegant people we have are both girls.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” piped up Kiyoko in her even, yet slightly annoyed, voice.

“N-nothing! Forget I even said anything! Shimizu, have I told you how perfect you are to have on our team today? You manage us so well.”

Kiyoko rolled her eyes and sent me an amused smile as Hinata went on with an apology that wasn’t necessary.

Atsumu sat in the corner not saying much. The glassy look in his eye tells me that he’s spaced out, probably thinking of all the attractive fighters today. Or his brother, he’s been a little down lately and Osamu is usually the reason why.

Atsumu left his village a while ago. Adventure called his name. It had called to Osamu as well but his dream of running a pub called stronger.

The brothers had fought and Atsumu had left in a rage.

Kotarou and I had found him shivering by a tree and mumbling his brother's name in his fitful sleep.

“Thanks for your input, Shoyo. But I’d like to know all of your thoughts on Sakusa Kiyoomi.” Kotarou spoke and thus started the meeting.

“He’s skilled and strong, we know that much.” Kiyoko said.

“He was the mysterious one, right? With the hood? I like him. Seems smart.” Says Atsumu.

“He seems scary, but I like that. Scary in a good way y’know? Like, like a ninja.” Adds Hinata.

“I think the rumors are true. That he was playing with Daishou. So, he’s a little cocky. He knows he’s good but won't act like it till necessary or he gets bored.” I say.

Kotarou nods along with all our comments then says, “I’ve been thinking about it ever since his fight ended and I would really like for him to join our band. I think he’d be a good addition. Any objections?”

The question is met with silence.

“Good. At tomorrow’s selection I will choose him. If Sakusa declines, I will not select another. No one else felt good enough for our band.”

Everyone voices their agreement, says their goodnights, and retreats back to their own rooms to rest.

Chapter 2

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